Bas tu bhaag Milkha

Posted: August 27, 2013 in Uncategorized

I absolutely love the lyric of this song. Very inspiring. In fact the movie is so inspiring. It makes me believe with the right attitude and hardwork that you cannot measure will get you anything in life!!!

Arey santee maar raha sansaar
Ab tu aane de lalkaar
Teri to baahein patwaar
Kadam hai tere hahakaar
Teri nas-nas loha taar
Tu hai aag milkha
O bas tu bhaag milkha
Arey chhod de beete kal ki bori
Kaat de rassi sutli dori
Tujh se poochhegi ye matti
Karke saans saans ko bhatti
Ab tu jaag milkha
Bas tu bhaag milkha

O sariya, o.. kashti
O sariya o sariya
Oye mod de aag ka dariya
Kashti o kashti
O soob jaane mein hi hai hasti

Ho jungle, ho jungle
Aaj shehron se hai tera dangal
Ab tu bhaag-bhaag, bhag bhag bhag Milkha
Ab tu bhaag Milkha…

Dhuaan dhuaan dhamkaaye dhool
Raah mein raane baan-shool
Taan le armaanon ke chaaku
Mushkile ho gayi saari daaku
Tu ban ja naag-naag, naag naag naag Milkha
Ab tu bhaag Milkha…

Tera to bistar hai maidaan
Odhna dharti teri shaan
Tere sarhaane hai chattan
Pahen le poora aasmaan
Tu pagdi baandh Milkha

Ab tu bhag Milkha, bhag Milkha, bhag Milkha
Ab tu bhaag-bhaag, bhag bhag bhag Milkha
Ab tu bhaag Milkha

Ho bhanwar bhanwar hai
Chakkar, chakkar, chakkar
Godi mein uthaaya maa ne
Chakkar chakkar chakkar
Godi mein uthaaya baapu ne
Chakkar chakkar chakkar chakkar
Bhanwar bhanwar hai, aaj khel tu
Bhanwar ko khel bana de
Aandhiyaan rail bana le
Patkhani de uljhan ko
Cheekh bana de sargam ko
O chakkar o chakkar
O chakkar chakkar chakkar

Utaar ke phenk de sab janjaal
Beete kal ka har kankaal
Tere talve hai teri naal
Tujhe to karna hai har haal
Ab tu jaag Milkha, jaag Milkha, jaag Milkha
Ab tu bhaag Milkha

Khol tu rath ke pahiye khol
Banaa ke chakkar sudarshan gol
Jung ke feete kas ke baandh
Khuli hai aaj sher ki maang
Tu goli daag Milkha, daag Milkha, daag Milkha
Ab tu bhag-bhag, bhag bhag bhag Milkha
Ab tu bhaag Milkha

Daant se kaat le bijlee taar
Chaba le taambe ki chhankaar
Phoonk de khud ko jwaala-jwaala
Bin khud jale hoye naa ujaala
Lapat hai aag Milkha, aag Milkha, aag Milkha

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When death befalls…

Posted: March 24, 2012 in Uncategorized
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The hunter and his bow are done

The chasing arrow almost there

I run knowing

The certain futility of why I run

Encircling the night lantern

Are many, shadows

Starving for a feast

Awaiting the arrow’s piercing

Greedy for my taste, salivating

Here, there is no sanctuary

Not one for the shielding

You, who would not shelter me

Open the door of your rock

Allow my scream in at least

                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            



                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

                                                           

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                

A girl went back to Napoli
Because she missed the scenery
The native dances and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something’s wrong
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up sicialiano
All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy with a
Hey mambo, don’t wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella
Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with da fish a bac a lab and then a
Hey goombah, I love a how you dance a rhumbah
But take a some advice paisano
Learn how to mambo
If you gonna be a square
You ain’t a gonna go nowhere
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake like a Giovanno
Hello kess-a-deetch-a you getta happy in the feets a
When you mambo italiano
Shake-a Baby shake-a cause i love a when you take a me
Mama say “stop-a or I’m gonna go to papa”
And a hey ja drool you don’t a have to go to school
Just make-a wid da beat bambino
It’s a like a vino
Kid you good a lookin’ but you don’t a-know what’s cookin’ till you
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Siciliano
it’s a so delish a ev’rybody come copisha
How to mambo italianoooooo!A girl went back to Napoli
Because she missed the scenery
The native dances and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something’s wrong
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up sicialiano
All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy with a
Hey mambo, don’t wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella
Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with da fish a bac a lab and then a
Hey goombah, I love a how you dance a rhumbah
But take a some advice paisano
Learn how to mambo
If you gonna be a square
You ain’t a gonna go nowhere
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake like a Giovanno
Hello kess-a-deetch-a you getta happy in the feets a
When you mambo italiano
Shake-a Baby shake-a cause i love a when you take a me
Mama say “stop-a or I’m gonna go to papa”
And a hey ja drool you don’t a have to go to school
Just make-a wid da beat bambino
It’s a like a vino
Kid you good a lookin’ but you don’t a-know what’s cookin’ till you
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Siciliano
it’s a so delish a ev’rybody come copisha
How to mambo italianoooooo!

Feeling light

Posted: March 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

Its 2 am by the clock…and I am not one bit sleepy. I am feeling so light headed right now. Although there are a number of things around me that require immediate attention, and would otherwise be a source of stress to me. But now, I am not worrying for a change. There is this feeling of calmness settling down. For a change, I am feeling off-baggaged. For once, I did not do things as per the priority list.

It dawned upon me today that I am connected with her more or less the entire day…and it feels awesome. I slipped to my preachy mode in the evening and offloaded some motivational crap on her. But I do not care and I would not think too much before becoming preachy the way I was today because I just want to give her the push and help her get going leaving no stone unturned as far as the preparation is concerned. Unconditionally, I want to be all the kinds of support that I can be for her.

I also listened to a lot of music today, and did a bit of sketching too, aside from some reading. All this was probably at the cost of carrying out more urgent work. But, hey…for once I did lesser ‘important’ things and not felt guilty about wasting my time.

First song ever recorded and made public

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It was just another day when I was driving down to my workplace. While I was stuck at the Vasant Vihar red light, the sight of this little kid caught my attention and I clicked him. A volley of thoughts occupied my mind space. I tried to imagine the future of this kid and lakhs like him, only to miserably fail to come to any conclusion. To find kids like these at the New Delhi red lights is commonplace – selling toys, magazines or begging or could be found engrossed playing with the pebbles and sand or perhaps staring at nothing.

Is it very difficult for our governments to take care of these kids? Can the Delhi Development Authority not spare a few buildings to make them residential schools and vocational training centers for these kids? A van could just go around the city, and pick up these kids and provide them with two meals and education. I am sure there are programs and initiatives in place, but I seriously question their efficacy. There are millions of bucks in allocation for x,y,z, but doesn’t the government have enough for these children?

It is heart wrenching to see the future of these children pass through erebus. I know it all sounds like a rant, but really, I just don’t think that taking care of these red light kids in the city is anywhere close to being impossible. The problem is that we have gotten too used to the sight of such kids stained in soot and mud, and wearing torn clothes, and whose future is already ‘black holed’. We, in this country, are certainly not doing enough for what we should care about the MOST. And we care a hoot to draw lessons from other countries where child care is given the prime importance. Many would argue that it was ruthless on the part of the Norwegian authorities to take the children away from the Bengali couple. But, come to think of it, its not for nothing that taking care of children (who would define the future of the nation) in countries like Norway is considered to be non negotiable!!!

To my dearest G

Posted: March 2, 2012 in Uncategorized
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You counted too many virtues of mine. I am not even sure if they actually are all true. ‘Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, Not utter’d by base sale of chapmen’s tongues’. Whatever goodness that you stated comes from the way you perceive.

Having said that, I don’t intend to give all the credit away ;). Much of what you described is just the way I have grown up to be…that’s just the way I am with people and in different situations – and do not have to make any special effort to act different. Also, for some reason, I think hailing from a small town helps..kinda keeps me grounded and helps me value things around me.

Finally, I would not hesitate to mention that you bring out the best in me, and the real me…

Yours B