How many times have we heard the proverb, ‘Time Flies’…?
Almost everyday, I find myself wondering, where the hell did the hours slip away?? Swiftly, like a bird of prey, it just swoops away. So many things keep getting postponed for a Tomorrow; a Tomorrow that sneaks up on you faster than you expected. A Tomorrow that becomes a Today in what seems like a span of a breath and once again, Time mocks you.
Everyday, in the Book of one’s Life, a page turns, often without letting you register what was on it! And within the bat of an eyelid, the pages fly as if in a storm wind and you wonder; “what the hell happened? Where did the time go?”
One moment, you’re the new girl in the city. The other, you’re a citizen with an aim and a moment after that, you’re standing on a threshold of girl-hood and woman-hood, scratching your head, wondering, “Has it really been five years?? Really?? Then why does it feel like so short a time??”
There is no way of making this Time stop. Like a hurrying workaholic on his way to work, there is nothing big enough to stop it… No matter how you plead, no matter how you offer a bargain, no matter with what you threaten, Time doesn’t hold still. Like words on a deaf ear, your pleas, offers and threats go unheeded. Time flies and it leaves you shaken, always wondering how it all happened. You nervously look over your shoulder at every milestone and see how quickly you traveled from the last milestone to here. It gets unnerving. It scares you witless to see that so many a happenings had happened so fast. And so many a possibility filled Tomorrows are now deposited in the bank of unchangable Yesterdays.
“Time and Tide wait for no man..” They say…
And true enough… When the tide of time slips by, you can do nothing. Absolutely nothing other than stand on the beach and watch as the waters slip back over the sand, preparing for another wave….

(Note: the image is one of Dali’s surreal works)

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I like dreams! I don’t mean ambitions and dreams wala dreams… I mean the real thing! You go off to sleep and then your mind has a mind of its own!
So many things happen in dreams! Everything doesn’t necessarily have to make sense! It can all be senseless… But fun!

I’ve had so many dreams that have left a smile on my face in the morning. I don’t always remember them but there have been times when I’ve woken up to find myself as refreshed as a may flower with a pleasant feeling and a smile! It’s like my mind had a party when I was asleep!

In the ones that I do remember, I’ve been a super powerful woman, Lady Croft types. I’ve fallen in love with a faceless Ideal Guy, dived into the sea into a world of little people living underwater, partied with them and resurfaced.

In my dreams, I’ve been the epicenter of all things happening around me. I’ve been the doer. I’ve been the story. In my dreams, there is so much happening but I still am the center of my universe in there.

Maybe dreams are our mind’s way of making up for what’s not real. Maybe a dream is a wishful scenario that our mind chews on when it is left to its own devices…

There are a lot of studies related to dreams. I believe it is also a body of science in itself. Maybe your dreams say a lot about who you are and what you expect from life. Maybe, I don’t know.

All I know is that I love dreaming. Even when more than half the times I don’t remember what the dream was about, I like knowing that I had a nice time when I was there. It is nice to wake up to a giggling mind!

 

That’s what good music does to me… A few good, well worded songs and I drift into a poetic mood. Was listening to the soundtrack of the lesser known movie,  Saaz  last evening and wrote a few lines..

“Saas ko thaame baithe hai..
Kahi aahat se yeh pal bikhar na jaaye..
palkho ko meeche baithe hai…
kahi khwaabo ke aansu chalak na jaaye…

Raahe to kai chal liye hum… tanhaai ki koi gunjaayish na thi…
par aaj haath thaame baithe hai..
kahi is mod par saath choot na jaaye….”

In Hindi:

सासों को थामे बैठे है ..
कही आह्ट से यह पल बिखर न जाए ..
पल्खो को मीचे बैठे है …
कही ख्वाबो के आंसू छलक न जाए …

राहे तो कई चल लिए हम; तन्हाई की कभी गुंजाईश न थी….

पर आज हाथ थामे बैठे है ..
कही इस मोड़ पर साथ छूट न जाए ….

I don’t know if it’s good or bad.. It’s just something that came to me.

Also, in my hunt for the right picture to go with the post, I came across this post from SavageChickens.com

 

 

 

 

It so happens that I’ve been obsession over this movie for a long time now! It’s stuck with me and I thought I might as well blog about it! So here goes:

I believe that one of the most difficult genres of movies to pull off is a Musical. It doesn’t just require a good story, it also needs some really hard work on the music. The music has to be in tandem with the story. For a long time, Indian Cinema has been looked at as song and dance affairs that last for hours. We’re used to watching films where the hero can break into dance in the middle of a crowded street, the main duo can suddenly teleport to some snow capped mountain like location for a romantic sequence. Almost always, the music and choreography is so out of sync with what’s happening in the story that its quite comical!

But Aaja Nachle was an exception. It is by far the most under rated movie ever! I must have seen the movie at least a dozen times start to end. Well, it does have aspects of typical hindi cinema but it still is a fine make!

To begin with, the story is a slight and pleasant deviation from the cliches. Its an interesting tale of going back to one’s roots and sticking on to your guns when the going gets tough. Well told, well written, its a story with something for the audience to take away from it.

The cast. WHAT do I say? First off, Madhuri Dixit as usual, is so amazing, it is just impossible to take your eyes off of her! Dance has always been her strong point and the grace with which she’s done her job in this movie is amazing! As you watch her dance on screen, you can practically feel your limbs twitching to follow her lead! The rest of them, Kunal Kapoor, Konkona Sen Sharma, Irrfan Khan.. the team! It all works! Not one person looked out of character. Very apt casting and brilliant execution.

Being a musical make, it must have been a tough task to put together the music on this one. But what a job they’ve done! Hats off to anyone and everyone involved! The music blends in so well with the movie, it doesn’t jerk the story or halter the momentum of the film in anyway. On the other hand, it enhances the plot as and when required. Beautiful music pieces that you’d want to hum and have on your phones and iPods. And all of them diverse. One cannot say enough about the opera at the end but I am dedicating a separate paragraph for that.

There is some interesting camerawork and editing. None of it too harsh or overly dramatic. The entire feel of the film was very natural other than at the obvious drama points.

The off screen team must have put in one hell of an effort to put this thing together, I’m sure. This is that sort of a film that the maker makes then sits back and smiles, content that the product was good, irrespective of the profits and the box office and all those things; content that they’d made a work of art so screw the world if they don’t want to see it! Unfortunate that this isnt something I can say about too many films these days. This make shows that there is more to a film than jazzy special effects and slutty dance numbers.

And last but not the least, the opera. I mean, I have never seen anything that wonderful on the Hindi movie screen in ages!!  That bit, which is the climax of the film is by far the best use of film making raw material ever made! Once the opera starts, you don’t want to move from your seat! The choreography, the camera and editing work, the direction, the opera itself, Madhuri’s narration, the music strung together, it is ALL so awesome, I don’t know how to describe it! Trust me, if you haven’t seen the movie yet, at least see the opera bit. I must have seen that bit about a thousand times over by now! And I STILL get goose flesh through it. I have yet to hear a better narration of the LAila Majnu story in this short a time.

I know this review is kinda late (duh! the movie was out almost half a decade ago) but I just HAD to write it! There are very few movies I rant and rave about and this is one I just had to recommend to anyone who has the slightest inclination to watch good film making. Its honestly a pity that we don’t have more of such movies.

That’s probably all. And once again, if you haven’t seen the movie, you’re missing something really good! WATCH IT!!

That’s what this is! I’m a few moments from participating as a panelist  in the #IFeelUp tweet-a-thon being organized by @The_Viewspaper for their session on Blogging and here I am sitting, figuring out how to explain NOT having blogged for the past 3 days!

I’d made a resolution to blog EVERYDAY and not even a week into the new year, I am standing here with my only resolution broken. I’m quite upset with myself… Really disappointed! It’s not Like I didn’t have things to write about! There were a couple of times in the day when I said to myself, ‘Hey! I could blog about this today!’. But the shameful thing is that I never got around to doing it!

I know this post is majorly self flagellant in nature and you guys have nothing to take away from this, but still! I’m sorry for not having posted anything in the last couple of days and I will make sure that I write stuff everyday!

That’s one thing I’ve learnt from a professor of mine; just because you fell off the rails doesn’t mean that you quit and sit by the sidelines as the world rushes past. That’s a loser’s attitude. Winners are those who pull up their socks, get their act together and get back on track! So just because I broke my resolution once doesn’t mean I give up on it. I’m still gonna try… and I’ll keep doing that till the year ends!

“Everything Fades Away….”

I love that song… Was listening to this number by the Poets Of The Fall on my way to work today.

And somehow, the thought got stuck in my head. My professor, Sudhakar Solomon Raj (SSR) used to tell us to ask ourselves one question: ‘What difference will it make to the world if you die today.”
He asked us not to think of family and friends who will mourn our passing away. He asked us to look at the larger picture.

What will be missed?

And I wonder… What have I given to the world?

Have I been a good person? Will I be remembered by people other than family?

What will I be remembered for? Will anyone remember my name a decade after I’m gone? Will my day of death mean anything to anyone after my family has passed on?

Not yet, I believe. I haven’t done enough to be remembered for anything beyond personal affections. I won’t get an obituary unless my family posts one in the newspapers for me. No one will write about me in a column or tell others about me as a person or as a professional. I won’t be quoted.

I haven’t done enough yet.
There’s a lot more to do.
I want to be remembered for long after I’m gone. In my field, my industry, I want to be an icon. I want to be an example. So when I die, I want my work to live on in the minds of people. Every time someone talks of good television shows in India, I want my work mentioned.

Its ambitious but these are the things I want to be remembered for. So when you Google my name, I’d want more than just my social networks and blog to pop up in the results.

Because, let’s face it, once your kids become grand parents, they will probably be the last people who’ll remember you… Once they’re gone, everything about you will fade to dust. Your last memories will die with the people who knew you.

If I want to be remembered after that, I must leave a mark on the world. And there’s a long way to go for that to happen… At the end of this road, I don’t want everything to fade to dust…

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OK, I’m honestly taken aback! I didnt know soooooo many people read my blog! even if not regular readers, sooooo many people have seen my blog!!

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

 

(Note: This is NOT a part of my ‘Project Diary 2012′… The post for the 6th will come shortly.. )

Alone and Lonely….. Both terms essentially speak of singularity…. Yet they mean two completely different things.

I’m alone. But that doesn’t mean I’m lonely! Yet somehow, people tend to imply the latter when the former is intended. Alone, isn’t necessarily lonely.

Lonely is sad, its needy. Lonely is waiting for someone to come by and acknowledge. Lonely is not being happy with one’s own self and needing to rely on others.
Alone, on the other hand, can be quite fun! Its not having to wait for another. Alone is knowing not to expect anything from anyone other than one’s own self. Alone is learning independence.

At age 22, almost 23, I’m single. I don’t turn too many heads on the street but (shooting humility in the head as I say this) I’m pretty good looking. So people tend to raise their brows at me when I claim to be single.
And closely followed by that come the irritating assumptions of me being lonely.

Why is being single SUCH an issue?! Hell, I’ve had a guy writing poetry to me about ‘the loneliness in my eyes’….

Honestly?!

I said single! Not doomed!!

And I quite like being single! I’m alone!! I’m a solo operator! I like being on my own, calling my own shots and doing things my way! I like being responsible for myself and my fate. I like taking credit for being me and for all that it implies.

I’m not one of those people who’ll adjust to somebody else’s liking! People do tell me that when the right guy comes along, I’ll do anything to be with him…

Well…

He hasn’t turned up yet. And till he doesn’t, I’ll continue not believing in his presence and will continue being ass headed about wanting things my way!

And what’s so painfully sad about single people? Why can’t I freely make that choice for life and not have people look at me with that pitiful glance one gives someone who’s trying to put a brave face on sad things…??

Just because I happen to be one of those girls who’s not day dreaming about Prince Charming and waiting for him to traipse into the picture, I get classified as ‘that-poor-lonely-thing’!!

Now let me tell you something, being alone is awesome… I like being in my own company! I AM good company, you know…
I like knowing that I don’t have to wait for anyone to come by and change my life. Even sub consciously. Whatever is there, is in me… If anyone can change my life, that’s me! I am my own Prince Charming! Heck, I don’t want to be the woman behind the successful man! I am the successful woman with no man to overshadow me!

And I do have a ‘happily-ever-after’ dream! It consists of me! A calm, satisfied me, sipping on a cup of tea as I watch a sun set. That’s my happily ever after.
Now, if a dog wants to crawl up at my feet and a guy wants to drag a chair and give me company, they’re welcome to do that as long as they fit into the picture. If not, I’d ask them to go away.

But I won’t let my ‘happily-ever-after’ be a wistful dream that will never come true because a guy didn’t come by!
My happily-ever-after will happen, I’m certain, because I’m not waiting for anyone! And that surety comes only when you are happy with yourself… And I’m glad I have me in my life!

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Ok, I am a movie buff! I LOVE movies! I’ve been in an eternal love affair with the Screen!

One of the best- and I mean THE BEST- works that I’ve seen in the recent Hindi productions was Aaja Nachle. By far the most under rated film of the decade, I think the movie barely got a fraction of the recognition that it deserved!

Of the entire make, I think the final opera is an amazing piece of film making that I’ve watched over a thousand times over! To anyone who hasn’t seen the movie, PLEASE WATCH! You’re really missing out on something awesome!

However, On my mission of one blog post a day, I thought it would be an awesome idea to put together the lyrics of that awesome opera bit! So here they go!

Once again, I bow my head low to every individual involved in the remotest way in the making of this movie!

Lyrics:

Narrator: 

Yeh har nagri ki baat yaar, yeh har koonche ki baat yaar 
par kis nagri ki kaunsa kuja theek thaak malum nahi 

Jo baat hume maaloom who yeh, keh rehte dono saath saath 
who din ho yah ke raat raat,

ab kaunsa din aur kitni raate, theek thaak maaloom nahi..

Jo baat hume malum who yeh, keh Aalim, Faasil, Qaabil jab kehte they usko cheeq cheeq, keh sabaq khudaayi ka padhle, O na muraad le sikh sikh!

Teacher: Ki likhde tu allah!
Narrator: Who likhta tha Laila!
Teacher: Arey main bola Allah!
Narrator: Laila, Laila, Laila!
Teacher: Arey do zakhm mein jaayega tu kya Laila Laila karta hai!
Ek haard maas ki puthli ka, allah se mela karta hai!
Tu haat badaa!

 Narrator: tadh tadh

Teacher: abh duja bhi

Narrator:  tadh tadh, tadh tadh tadha! tadh tadh tadha! tadh tadh tadha! tadh tadh!

Young Laila: Na maaro, chot lagti hai na maaro. Na maaro, chot lagti hai na maaro. 
Chun mun si qaapti hatheli dekho, puchkaaron, chot lagti hai naa maaro 

Laila’s Mother: Arey ajab gjab yeh kudrat hai yah sheitaanon ki harqat hai 

Ke chote se aur dard use ke khoon behta hai iska sag mein
Yeh khoon ka hai hai saasoon se.

Laila’s Father: Par jaado tonah anhoni, na jaane iske paas usse 

Chorus: Inko door door le jaao, inko door door le jaao 4X

Majnu’s Father: Yeh alaapaana ka tona hai, yah bhoot praet ki karni hai?
Arey bhula maulvi baazu pe dhaaga kaala bandhvaao!

Chorus: Inko door door le jaao 4X

Laila’s Mother: Door je jaao…

Song:

Patang sang udd gaya bachpan… jhanak jhanak mann, dagar suhani re…
ladakpan aaya ab to kasak masak, re kya mastaani re…
arre kyun haaye, jawaani ki hoti hai yehi nishaani re…
ke chitvan tirchi tirchi hui jaaye, haan aayi jawaani re..

hoye, jawaani aayi…
saath mein laayi…
pawan ke sang sang…
har ang chale hitchkole leke-
gagan ke rang se, urre hain takreer…

lagee umraahi… chali purvaai…
main hun tera Romeo tu meri hai wahi Juliet…–oho!
arre main Ranjha tera, tu meri hai Heer…

soniye mil ja mele mein, ke iska naam jawaani – aaha!
ke jo na main hun tere sang to phir kis kaam jawaani – oho!
arre wo nahi jaante hoti hai jis kaam jawaani – aaha!
tabhi to hoti hai har baar ye badnaam jawaani – aaha!
sohniye mil ja mele mein… (- ke iska naam jawaani – aaha!)

arre Khurja ke khurchan… arre Mathura ke pede…
rewari Meerut wali, chaat daree baanki laayega – aaha!
arre main hukum karoon to,
door Arab se, poora baagh khajoor laad ke
aangan mein bharpoor, tu mere lagvayegaa…

arre, lagvaaunga, lagvaaunga, lagvaaunga…


Banaras ke ikke mein…
ho Ganga teer chalenge…
barf ki dhoop soonghne..
arre Kashmir chalenge!
arre kaise bhi hon haalaat,
ke tujhko ghuma laaun Baghdad,
ye mera waada jaanam…
arre ye chunri Bikaner,
ke surma, jhumka, mehndi dher,
ye mera waada jaanam…


to phir tu mil ja mele mein, ke iska naam jawaani – aaha!
nahi ye chhotta maslaa, bohat badaa hai kaand jawaani – aaha!
arre ye sarpat sarpat ghori meri jaan jawaani – aaha!
arre ye ghar ki murgi, nahi ye chhutta saand jawaani – aaha!

soniye mil jaa…. (- mele mein, ke iska naam jawaani – aaha!)
(ke jo na main hun tere sang to phir kis kaam jawaani – oho!)/ soniye mil jaa….
soniye mil ja mele mein, ke iska naam jawaani – aaha!

Song:
Is pal main hoon, ya tum bhi ho
ya dono ho ke bhi na hain
kyon ho kya ho, ho bhi ki naa ho
ya kehna sun-na manaa hai
is pal main hoon ya tum bhi ho
ya dono ho ke bhi na hain

 Tum bata do yaad koi, ya puraani leke aaun
yaa nishani deke jao, yaa kahani leke jaao
Ya ki mann ko chod do jaye
Yeh jaata, jaata jahan hai

Laila: Main Laila, tu Qaiss. Kahi hai baat khuda nikaloge
Majnu: Haa jaan, ke abhi baat rahegi sadiyon tarah subaani

Song:

 Is pal main hoon, ya tum bhi ho
ya dono ho ke bhi na hain
kyon ho kya ho, ho bhi ki naa ho
ya kehna sun-na manaa hai
is pal main hoon

Tabrez: Neech zaat badzaat! Neech zaat badzaat!

yeh tera haat kaatdoonga mein,

oh napaak! tujhe maloom ki tune kisse chuua hai?

Majnu: Woh meri hai

Tabrez: Keede tu harraam
Keede tu harraam ki tera naam zaat har kaam kaat sham shaan ghaat ke naam, agar mein nahi karoon tho
Agar mein nahin karoon tho naam mera Tabrez nahin kuch aur,
yeh meri behen nahi kuch aur, ki ab bas sehen nahi kuch aur! 

Majnu: Woh meri hai.

Tabrez: Arey ab bas, arey ab bas.
Karey kuch sharam hayaa ki baat, teri aukaat bataaon tujhko,
tu hai naa mardon ki zaat, bandh kamre ki hai saugand 

Ugaade mu seene ko khol, duppatte ko bechaa be mol, ankh mein besharmi ko gol.
Gaair ke badhan ko chuuthi hai saali badsaat! [Slap] 

Majnu: Haath ko bheench, ley khud ko kheech
Haath ko bheench, ley khud ko kheench.
Arey math bhool ke naamaqul ki tuney usse chuua hai 

Jo hai mera band junoon, meri rug rug mein behtha khoon, arey jo meri dua hai. 

Arey jo qudrat (power) ka farmaan, masihaa ka hai jo elaan,
khuda ka dhaan meri har dard dava hai

Ki jiske aansoon hai anmol, ke jiske muscaan kaa na tol,
ki sunle ab Qaiss raha yeh bol, ki woh meri Laila hai

Tabrez: Naam tale uska mein tere hont raakh yeh kardoonga

Majnu: Jis raakh mila Laila ka naam, mein sar aankhon mein bharloonga 

Tabrez: Arey tu aise naahi maanega, talwaar nikaal chal!

Laila: Bhai tu mera sakaa hai, abba dilo jaan se pyaare,
ammi jaan mein dil atka hai.
Magar maaloom nahi kya hua bhai ek aurat andhar chillayi ke chuua kisine,
usko chuua kisine 

Saare sawaal banke ubaal kafur hue bhai
Woh aurat behti thi ab khadi ho gayi, choti thi ab badi ho gayi,
aur aaj usse ehsaas hua ki woh zehan chadi haraarat hai 
Woh ishq naam ke kalam se likhi ek purzor ibaadat hai,
woh raat sharam ki puthli hai, to suraj chade qayamat hai
Woh chodd khuda ke nahi kisike tesh se darr thi hai bhai 
Aur jaan sakhe to jaan ki Laila Qaiss pe marthi hai bhai,
yeh Qaiss pe marthi hai bhai, yeh Qaiss pe marthi hai bhai! 

Tabrez: Teri jurrat

Laila: Nahi, himmat .

Tabrez: Teri harqat

Laila: Nahin, taaqat

Tabrez: Tu hai hayaa ki puthli bas

Laila: Par naa hoon dayaa ki puthli bas

Tabrez: Mein kabr khod doonga, iski tu khadaa sochle na 

Laila: Par laash lagengi do do bhai, zaraa sochle na 

Tabrez: Kasam mein khaata hoon ki kissa khatam karoonga aaj,
tere sau tukde karke Majnu mein hazaar jeethade kardoonga! hazaar jeethade kardoonga! hazaar jeethade kardoonga!

Tu kat jaayega neech

Majnu: Rok!

Tabrez: Tu mit jaayega neech

Majnu: Rok!

Tabrez: Yeh tera khoon doon

Majnu: Rok! Rok!

Tabrez: Yeh mujhe chahiye
Majnu: Rok! Rok!

Tabrez: Yeh ghussi meri talwaar, ye tere paar ke bas tu pohonch gaya shamshaan!

Majnu: Ki Laila mujhe maaf kardena, ke mein tujhe yaad karke be bas majboor tha meri jaan [STAB]

Announcer: Majnu hai majnoon,

ke usne kiya kisika khoon ke usko saza milegi! Patthar se mara jaayega yeh kehta hai kaanoon ke jabtak saas chalegi..

Song:

Laila ki saans ki dor bandha woh deewana woh majanu hai
Woh hosh nahi behosh baawara nahi jaanta woh kyon hai
Behosh use rehne do, ki hosh mein woh aayega
To neend mein usaki laila ka, woh khwaab tut jayega
Woh khwaab tut jayega, woh khwaab tut jayega
Koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare, mere deewane ko, deewane ko
Koi patthar se Koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare, mere deewane ko, deewane ko
Koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare, mere deewane ko, deewane ko

Rakhna sambhaal ke yeh patthar, kal ko woh din bhi aayega
Jab patthar honge yeh makaan, inke bhi hogi ek zubaan
Ki dastan-e-laila majanu, shaqs shaqs dohraayega
Patthar ka dher yeh aaj yeh kal ka tajmahal kehlaayega
Nahi mil payega, nahi mil payega, phir waqt tumhein pachhtaane ko
Koi patthar se na mare, koi patthar se na mare, mere deewane ko, deewane ko

Narrator: Arey ab bas, garaj ke Laila boli.
Yeh araj nahi hai garaj garaj ki Laila boli
Theek yehi hai sharth agar, mein nikaah karoongi aaj,
theek yehi hai sharth agar, mein nikaah karoongi aaj,
par majnu ko abba nikal do sheher se bin awaaz 

Iss sheher ke saare pathar bhi ab thakke pade hain bechaare,
jo tujhe jaanke maare Majnu mujhe pade hain bechaare

Jawaan bakth ko badan diya, par dhadkan chode jaati hoon

Rakhna sambhal ke Qaiss aaj se zinda bhar kehlati hoon

Par kasam ke tum bin jo bhi mere badhan ko chuune aayega,
haad maas ke badle mein mitti ka tiila paayega

Jab kabr hamaare phool chadhaane khuda zameen pe aayege 

Jab khuda zameen pe aayega, jab khuda zameen pe aayega


Laila’s Mother: Choodi, mehendi kaa laep, lagaaye deti hoon,
surk bhavakthi maang, sajaaye deti hoon

Iss doli mein ek sajii laash hai

Dheeme le jaana, mein kahaar ko yeh samjhaaye deti hoon.

Narrator: Jo nahi chadhi kaandhe ka haar ke phir bhi dulhan kehlaayi, Radha Meera ki doli hai ,
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

Radha Meera ki  doli hai ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

O, na ghaalib Momin ki zubaan na insaani yeh daastaan, upar se aayi boli hai
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

Upar se aayi boli hai ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

Husband: Mein jawaan bakth yeh mera dakth mere mehlom mein har aurat ho,
ash se rehti hai

Par teri ghazab jawaani hai, tu haram ki meri raani hai,
sona chaandi to paani hai nehladoon tujhko

Ki ab na hota intezaar, mein bolunga bas ek baar,
ki aaja mere aas paas, sehladoon tujhko

Laila: Tu mard badhan yeh sardko chalde isko!
Na jalan na ismein dard naunchle isko!
Ki raakh badaa ke haath udhaade isko!
Yeh mitti ki mitti mein milaade isko!
Ki ismein aag zara bachna kahin tu jal na jaaye,
ki yeh rassi hui jo haaq magar na pal na jaaye.


Husband: Arey mein shauhar hoon tera, na tera yaar na tera chaila hoon

Laila: Mein biwi hoon teri, aur apna Majnu ki mein Laila hoon 

Husband: Yeh Majnu kaun hai chaup daar? 

Messenger: Woh duur, sheher se rehta hai, woh duur sheher se rehta hai,
bas Laila Laila kehta hai 

Pathar ke ghaaon hai khoon bharey, jis mein se bas khoon behtha hai 

Husband: Sippe salaar, aaga karo, ab chalne ki taiyaari,
mein dekhoon iske yaar ko sang mein dekhoon inki yaari

Laila: Yaari dekh ke darr jaayega pehle yahaan dekh,
uske khoon se mera badhan ranga tu jahaan dekh

Narrator: Woh khusru ho ya bulle shah har shaqs jalaa hai khamakha,
jisne yeh aag tatoli hai,

ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

Jisne yeh aag tatoli hai ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

Husband: Yaad aaye yeh jawaan bakth ke dekhoon Majnu tu ooncha,
ya tujhse ooncha mera dakth

Majnu: Laila ka maalik ho ke bhi chillaata kyun hai?
Jo ishq nahi aata aashiq kehla ta kyun hai? 
Woh khuda ki lii angdaayi hai, woh pyaar ki ek parchaayi hai,
har jang ki jismein khoon bahaa uske aage sharmaayi hai. 

Jab paap badhe insaana samjha kya ghatlti ho aayi thi,
arey haqiiqat mein usko ek Laila na mil paayi thii. 
Ab mil paaye hain do uske kuch qadar nahi insaan tujhe,
taariq yaad karle na hona padjaaye kurbaan tujhe.

Narrator: Yeh sabhi mitaathe mit jaaye, ya sabhi lutaate lut jaaye,
varna phelaayi jholi hai ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

Varna phelaayi jholi hai ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq
ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq ishq yeh ishq

Husband: Woh shamshaan hai tera.

Majnu: Woh imaan hai mera.

Husband: Woh quatl-e-aam hai tera.

Majnu: Woh anjaam hai mera.

Husband: Teri boti kat jaayegi.

Majnu: Uske sadh kahin mein jaayegi.

Husband: Tujhe mein kaat baat doon aa.

Majnu: Laila bhi jaayegi saath!

Husband: Usse mein pehre mein rakhoonga,
usse mein pehre mein rakhoonga.
Teri yaad bhatak naa paaye,
kue gehre mein rakhoonga.


Majnu: Itna bhi gehra khod kua woh nahi tujhe milpaayegi.
Mein jahan chodke jaaonga, woh waha chodke aayegi! Le maar!

Husband: Meri kataar!

Majnu: Arey tu maar!

Husband: Sochle tu ek baar!

Majnu: Tu maar!

Husband: Sochle tu ek baar!

Majnu: Tu maar!

Husband: Meri kataar.

Majnu: Tu maar!

Husband: Sochle tu ek baar!

Majnu: Arey tu maar!

Narrator: Brahma gyaan ko maano, ya geeta ke gyaan ko maano,

Bible, Quraan ko maano ya Guru granth mahaan ko maano..

Lekin bina pyaar ke maanoge toh thakjaaoge yaar,

Pyaar ko maano..

Pehle Pyaar bhari, insaani zubaan ko maano…

Note: Apologies for all sorts of typos, grammar errors especially in the urdu bits! It’s a little difficult to listen, recall and type! 

Its been cold lately.
Cold and dry.
I’ve started carrying a bottle of lotion with me because my skin has started to feel flaky to touch. On my way to work this morning, I was applying some moisturizer and it felt good to know that I have this amazing cream that rubs life into my lifeless skin.

And I found myself wishing for just such a miracle lotion for my soul too. Its been dry and flaky too for a while now. I wish I had something that could rub life into my spirit too.
Its been a cold spell for my soul too. I’ve had to be calculative, mean, stern, abusive, harsh and other things that I don’t like being. The things that life makes you do aren’t always things that you’d want to do. And when the really harsh, cold winds start raking the landscapes, no matter how many sweaters and jackets you pile on, the dryness creeps in. The obvious, unpleasant and painful sort of dryness.
That’s when you need mousturizer. The miracle that reverses all the effects of the cold dry winds and restores the original glow.
I wish such a soul moisturizer came in a bottle I could carry around in my handbag. I wish I could make my soul glow every morning by just rubbing in a little potion. I wish I could protect it from the ravages of these cold winds….

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