Thursday, May 12, 2011

Memory



saye... saye... beetey dino ke saaye gehre ...wo lot aaye..
laye... laye... sehra ke jaaye, rukhe zasbaat sath laye…

patjhado mein jhad gayi hai apni har khushi ...
zehar saasein phookti hai har pal bebasi .

khush rang si subha,khush bhari sabaa
tohfe mein de rakhi thi humko zindagine ...
kyu waqt bewajah, unhe cheen legaya
zehmat bhi na ki sochne ki, ye kisi ne ...


raakh hue hai jwal ke hmare ghonsle ...
chot khaye ...jakhmi hai ...saare honsle…
kyu na gire paate naye fir chaanaro pe
hum nadiyan kyu na bhare daraaro pe
khush rang si subha,khush bhari sabaa


tohfe mein de rakhi thi humko zindagine
kyu waqt bewajah, unhe cheen legaya
zehmat bhi na ki sochne ki, ye kisi ne
waqt bewajah, unhe cheen lagaya
zehmat bhi na ki sochne ki, ye kisi ne, kisi ne…


(Singer: Rekha Bharadwaj & Mohan
Producer: Sanjay Suri, Onir
Director: Onir
Music: Amit Trivedi,Vivek Philip,Rajiv Bhalla
Lyricist: Amitabh Varma,Amitabh Bhattacharya
Release Date: 29-04-2011)

Friday, April 8, 2011

Futile...


Natbar, O Dear Natbar,

let us have a different taste of life...
let us enjoy some gloomy words...
let us stare on some murkier thoughts...
let us look back to the never-to-be-forgotten...
let us enjoy the "walk of life" in our very own way....



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They say love is just a game...
They say time can heal the pain...
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose...
And I guess I am just a fool, I keep holding on to you.

I told you once you were the one...
You know that I'd die for you!
Although it hurts to see you go...
Oh, this time you should know, I won't try to stop you!

Don't you forget about me,
Don't you forget about me now...
Some day you'll turn around and ask me
Why did I let you go?


So you try to fake a smile
You don't wanna break my heart...
I can see that you're afraid...
But baby it's too late, b'coz I'm already dying...


Wherever I go, I won't forget about you, no, no, no...
Wherever you go, don't you forget about me...


(Creation of ENRIQUE IGLESIAS - DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME
Copied from MetroLyrics.com )



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Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies...
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say?

Here comes Johnny, singing 'I Gotta Woman'...
... down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay...
... he got the action... he got the motion!
...Oh Yeah the boy can play
...Dedication... devotion!

Turning all the night time into the day...

And after all the violence and double talk...
There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife...
You do the walk, you do the walk of life, yeah he do the walk of life...

(its a copy from the creation of Dire Straits)




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You called me from the room in your hotel
All full of romance for someone that you met
And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon
And that you miss me sometimes when you’re alone in your room
Do I feel lonely too?

You have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
We can’t go on just holding on to time
Now that we’re living separate lives

Well I held on to let you go
And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show
There was no way to compromise
So now we’re living (living)
Separate lives

Ooh, it’s so typical, love leads to isolation
So you build that wall ...
Yes, you build that wall ...
And you make it stronger!

Well you have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me so kind
Some day I might find myself looking in your eyes...
But for now, we’ll go on living separate lives...
Yes for now, we’ll go on living separate lives... Separate lives!

(yaap its another copy of Phil Collins - Separate Lives ) .







Sunday, April 3, 2011

KAALA BANDER....

Natbar, dear Natbar... after a long time I am having a great feeling to write something...

... something totally nonsense... but you know now-days I am loosing all my creativity ... my thinkings are not taking rest but my hands are unable to type or write ... my mind is on its way to rambling thoughts ... but my eyes are not cooperating me... however, I am pasting here some lines (originally creation of Prasoon Joshi, and I think he will not lodge a GD regarding Copy Right Violation... sorry Joshi, I just listened and tried to remember the lines and using to give a message to my dear Natbar ... probably I don't have other fatal intention... by the way, I like these lines... )



hey kaala kaala kaala bandar
bahar hai ya andar
hey kaala kaala kaala bandar
jo dhoondhe sikander…

it wasnt’t me i swear
everybody’s looking for the monkey out there

aao hum sheeshaa dekhe...

usmein mein sandeshaa dekhein... apanaa ghaayal hisaa dekhein...
apanaa asli kissaa dekhein...

ghunghat ki gehraayi mein... phan phailaaye kaun hai... jhak safed libaason mein...
kaala sa sach maun hai...

( why are you not able to reveal all the black truth of yours and then face the life ... at least you will have no secret to keep safe)

i heard he’s two feet tall and bites off your knees

i heard he’s hot metal teeth and wears superman briefs
that makes sense i saw him flying last week
he was invisible some one saw some movement in the trees

i heard he’s an experiment gone wrong(baby voice)
a monkey alein that’s been left in the sun too long
i heard he’s a cyborg…..
you’re right!

made from parts of a toaster and a nuclear bomb
but who’s actually seen him….nobody
this all seems a little bit dodgy

saarey reeti riwaz hata kar
dekho apne ghar ke andar
shayad kahin kisi kone mein
oongh raha hai kaala bandar

in galion main rang hain kitne...

( I am becoming tired of counting the colours of life... as much as I'm counting, I'm becoming more and more amazed...)

kitne partein kitne pardey... aur pardon ke peechhe pardey

aur pardon ke par kahin par ...dard chhupaa hai ...ghau chhupey hain

(size does matter but the size of the emotion hidden behind the 'measurable size', if one cane able to measure, matters more...)

raaz kayee dabe paaon ghuse hai
jaan-ke bhi anjaan hai hum sab
paagal ya nadaan hai hum sab
paagal ya nadaan hai hum sab


hey kaala kaala kaala bandar
bahar hai ya andar
hey kaala kaala kaala bandar
lo dhoondhe sikander…

i like the kaala bandar since he came along
things changed... many things have been arranged
there’s more police in the streets ( so many moral policing by my side)
so i feel safe at night when i go to sleep!
now we always got electricity
so i never miss my favourite show on TV! ( how would I miss? I have nothing to do except the job and the ...)
i’m happy with the bandar
as long as he don’t get me
he can stay even longer
it don’t bother me
bandar kaala bandar don’t go way
bandar kaala bandar i beg you to stay



Monday, March 21, 2011

Two Faces of mine...

Beh jaa, beh jaa.... Chal tod kinaare ko,
Beh jaa, beh jaa.... dhar le majdhaare ko,
Chingaari uda ke raakh se,
ek boond gira ke aankh se,
Chalne ka ishara kar gaya.
..


whose favour happened on my rough life,
a light shower fell on my dry life,
I have fear someone doesn't steal tomorrow-
these stolen clouds from my sky,
(and) if someone does, it'll be a kindness
the two identities of my face...


( copied from some lyrics... I can't remember from which..., I just believe in the lines...)














Saturday, December 18, 2010

Natbar, resurrect...

Natbar, I am little surprised after reading your last letter. I can’t understand why are you still sticking on the same monotonous old lost story? Don’t you understand that there is, in fact, no one to hear you in that respect? Actually, you don’t left any body to listen.

You said that you are feeling guilty. But I don’t understand for what you should feel guilty! What have you done? You argued that you insulted sree, you quarreled with her, you disrespected her any many ways, you couldn’t show proper concern about her bla bla bla ….

Okey, let me understand one by one.

You insulted her. You did a wrong thing. I am not going to the details, as every body concerned with this knows very well about the story. At least you and sree know better. It might be an impulsive issue. I don’t believe that you did that in a conscious way. And for that you beg apology to every concerned person. But always remember, you can’t ever back the word you have said once. And for that you should be ready for any reaction, any sentence, and any punishment. And you are getting that. You are not the person to decide what kind of punishment you deserve. You can only take that punishment with smiling or not, but you have to take that anyway. You done a wrong and you got punishment and you already faced… then where is the room for feeling guilt? At best you can be ashamed, not more that.

Secondly, you quarreled. Every body quarrels. It’s a common and very much natural thing to do. We generally quarrel with that person with whom we are well acquainted, with other people we show our anger, our hate but we don’t quarrel, we avoid. Can you remember a single issue for which you quarreled with sree… remember… try again… can’t remember… because those were very silly issues so you can’t remember.

I am trying to make you remember something. You weren’t with her at the B’Day Party. You used to hate some of her friends. You also used to hate some of her close kin. You smoked although she requested not to smoke…. any more major issues? … frankly I can’t remember!

Now, let talk about the disrespect you showed to her. Yes you did that. Not once, several times. If you can’t remember then I will make you remember. She told you something about herself with trust. What have you done?

Do you have any explanation? Ohhh … I know you will say the same thing which I have heard at least 100 times. Bogus. Don’t forget you were nobody to think about her. Her parents were there and they are more concern and efficient to take care about her and to take decision about her fate. Who the hell you were to suggest about what is good or what is bad! You being a utopian “Tees Mar Khan” suggested a lot of things to her parents, they listened carefully, you thought you were the savior, they did whatever they thought right from their point of view … and you disrespect your love, you became dishonest. All were your fault. You proved that you are a nut. And as a result you lost her. But the story doesn’t end here. You are so fool that you never ever able to follow her pulses. She was angry. You made her so.

But after all these things I know very well that how much you love her. If I am not wrong, it is the eighth month you are trying to bring her back. But dear, how could you do? She left you after facing a lot of trouble created by you. Could you bring back her those beautiful times? No, you can’t. She will never ever back to you. Why should she?

Dear, you wrote in your letter that you are not able to perform your duties properly as you always thinking about her. Please don’t give any more lame excuses! You can do. In fact you are doing. Do not forget those critical days when just to forget everything you worked overloaded. You worked like a coolie, you carried packets from here to there, you did sweep, you did roam everywhere for more and more work. And one day you lost yourself in work and forgot everything. Then what happened again?

One word in you letter made me laugh at loud and that was “suicidal tendency”! Dear, if you don’t have any urge to live then just live without expecting a little from the life. There are possibly, in broad sense, two types of suicide occurs in this world. One is physical and another is non-physical (moral). Go dear, opt for the non-physical. It is much easier. Just become indifferent about the outer world. I know you already became indifferent to some extent. But this time be more serious. Don’t think about anybody, any issues. Just do what ever you want to do. Kill every expectation, every little tender quality, and every emotion and if you are able to do that then you will definitely realize that there is no need to take your life off from yourself.

Make yourself ready for the unknown world, unknown stories and just forget and if possible forgive every person whom once you love. Love is nothing, dear. In this practical world there is nobody ready to forgive you for your every mistakes, no matter how little your mistakes were. So why bother!

Do you forget about the story of “Phoenix”? Phoenix (mythology), legendary bird that lived in Arabia. According to tradition, the phoenix consumed itself by fire every 500 years, and a new, young phoenix sprang from its ashes. In the mythology of ancient Egypt, the phoenix represented the sun, which dies at night and is reborn in the morning. Early Christian tradition adopted the phoenix as a symbol of both immortality and resurrection.

Here lies the clue of life. Resurrection: rising from dead.

Are you mourning thinking that without you how that little sree will survive in this world? Idiot, sree is no more little… your presence made her able to live. Believe or not, you always have some thought-provoking ideas and those have crippled in her mind very positively. She is now more mature than you. She knows well how to live and how to make others happy. So, probably, no need to think about her. Just wish that she be happy, always.

Wish you a very happy resurrection!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Natbar, go and get sailed out ...

Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,
only you and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our
pilgrimage to no country and to no end.

In that shoreless ocean,
at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies,
free as waves, free from all bondage of words.

Is the time not come yet?
Are there works still to do?
Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore
and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.

Who knows when the chains will be off,
and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset,
vanish into the night?

(copied from kabiguru's)
Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,
only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our
pilgrimage to no country and to no end.

In that shoreless ocean,
at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies,
free as waves, free from all bondage of words.

Is the time not come yet?
Are there works still to do?
Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore
and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.

Who knows when the chains will be off,
and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset,
vanish into the night?























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