…or should I say what can I do?
My boss just told me today that she is quitting in a months time.
Its a loss, both personal as well as professional. I think I will just leave it at that.
Chor bazaari do nainon ki
pehle thi aadat jo hat gayi
pyar ki jo teri meri
umr aayi thi woh kat gayi
duniya ki to fiqr kahan thi
teri bhi ab chinta ghat gayi
tu bhi tu hai, main bhi main hun,
duniya saari dekh ulat gayi
tu na jaane main na jaanu,
kaise saari baat palat gayi
ghatni hi thi yeh bhi ghatna
ghat-te ghat-te lo yeh ghat gayi
chor bazaari do nainon ki
pehle thi aadat jo hat gayi
Tareef teri karna
tujhe khone se darna
haan… bhool gaya ab
tujhpe din mein chaar dafa marna
pyaar khumaari utree saari
baaton ki badli bhi chhat gayi
Hum se main pe aayi aise
mujhko toh main hi main ratt gayi
ek hue the do se dono
dono ki ab rahein bant gayi
ab koi fikar nahi
gham ka bhi zikar nahi
haan…hota hoon main jis raste pe
aaye khushi wahi….
azaad hoon main tujhse
azad hai tu mujhse
haan…jo ji chahe jaise chahe
kar le aaj yahin
laaj sharam ki choti moti
jo thi dori woh bhi kat gayi
chowk choubare gali mohalle
khol ke main saare ghoonghat gayee
tu na badli main na badla
delhi saari dekh badal gayi
ek ghoont mein duniya-daari
ki main saari samjh nigal gayi
haan.. rang biranga paani peeke
seedhi saadi kudi bigaad gayi
dekh ke mujhko hasta gaata
sad gayi yeh duniya sad gayi
~ OST Love Aaj Kal (Singers: Neeraj Sridhar & Sunidhi Chauhan) ~
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Boondein jo maathe ko choom hothon se gir gayi
ek lamhe mein bachpan ki yaadein taaza kar gayi
Its been raining non-stop for more than 12 hrs now and today after a long time I got drenched on will !
I cant remember when was the last time i enjoyed getting wet in rain…. the faintest memory I have would be of the time 15 years back. When the house was not reconstructed… when grand ma was still alive… when the mango tree had not been cut.
That memory became fresh today… vinnie, me and mom… standing in the verandah, getting drenched in rain…with my grandma watching 
Actually today a lot of them came back afresh…
The days when we wouldnt have school assembly as it would be raining. Playing basketball during rains… the so called “gola” shoes getting all wet…with water inside them… but it didnt matter. And today it hurts to get your catwalk sandals ruined.
Dad getting samosas and jalebies…. Mom making pakodas and coffee…ummmmm
That sound of the broken viper, splash of the bus, water logging on corners, struggle of the cycle rider, sale of the tea stall, cricket match of the colony kids, drops of water running down my hair, and someone to give me company on this walk while I struggle to manage the flood of memories.
Felt good to revive the old kid in me… after a long time !
yahan sab ko khushi poori nahi milti
kishton mein gaadi hai zindagi ki chalti…
SRK movies surely have an international appeal…
Check it out
And hopefully this absence would have made a difference.
I think I am finally ready to start writing again on a regular basis.
Starting this week, I shall write atleast one post a week before I compel myself to write a post a day for 21 straight days. I dont think I am ready for that one…. so lets just go with one small step at a time.
Lets see how I fair…
Oh ri duniya
surmai ankhon ke pyaalon ki duniya o duniya
satrangi rangon gulaalon ki duniya o duniya
Aalsai sejon ke phoolon si duniya o duniya re
angdai tode kabootar ki duniya o duniya re
aye karvat le soyi hakeekat ki duniya o duniya
deewani hoti tabiyat ki duniya o duniya
khwahish mein lipti zaroorat ki duniya o duniya re
insaan ke sapnon ki duniya o duniya
oh ri duniya
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaye to kya hai
mamta ki bikhri kahani ki duniya o duniya
behno ki siski, jawaani ki duniya o duniya
aadam ke hawaas se rishte ki duniya o duniya re
shayar ke pheeke lafzon ki duniya o duniya
Ghalib ke maumin ke khwabon ki duniya
majazon ke un inqalaabon ki duniya
faize firaako saahir o makhdum
meel ki zoku kitabon ki duniya
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaye to kya hai
pal chinn mein baatein chali jaati hai
pal chinn mein raatein chali jaati hai
reh jaata hai jo savera vo dhunde
jalte makaan mein basera woh dhunde
jaisi bachhi hai waisi ki waisi bachha lo yeh duniya
apna samajh ke apno ke jaisi utha lo yeh duniya
chut-put si baaton mein jalne lagegi
sambhalo yeh duniya
Kat pitt ke raaton mein palne lagegi yeh duniya
sambhalo yeh duniya
o ri duniya
woh kahe hai yeh duniya itni nahi hai
sitaro se aage jahan aur bhi hai
hum hi nahi hai wahan aur bhi hai
humari har ek baat hoti wahi hai
humein aitraz nahi hai kahi bhi
woh aalim hai faaz hai honge sahi hi
magar falsafa yeh bigad jaata hai jo
woh kehte hai
aalim yeh kehta wahan ishwar hai
fazil yeh kehta hai wahan allah hai
kabur yeh kehta hai wahan eesa hai
manzil yeh kehti tab insaan se ki
tumhari hai tumhi sambhalo yeh duniya
yeh bujhte huye chand baasi chirago
tumhare yeh kaale iraadon ki duniya
aye o ri duniya
oh ri duniya
- OST Gulaal (Singer: Piyush Mishra)
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Saiya ched deve, nanad chutki deve
sasural genda phool
Saas gaali deve, devarji samjha leve
sasural genda phool
Choda babul ka angana, bhave deda piya ka
Saas gaali deve, devarji samjha leve
sasural genda phool
Saiya hai vyapaari, chale hai pardes
suratiya nihaaru jiyaara bhari hove
sasural genda phool
Saas gaali deve, devarji samjha leve
sasural genda phool
Saiya ched deve, nanad chutki deve
sasural genda phool
Choda babul ka angana, bhave deda piya ka
Bushat pahine khai ke bida paan
pure raipur se alag hai saiyaji ki shaan
sasural genda phool
saiya ched deve, nanad chutki deve
sasural genda phool
Saas gaali deve, devarji samjha leve
sasural genda phool
Choda babul ka angana, bhave deda piya ka
- OST Delhi 6
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Just a minute back India’s first female Indion Idol was chosen….
…and she sucks at singing.
Wonder whats with people’s sense of music these days!
A poet, wannabe singer and an excellent friend to all of us, ‘Varshita Mahajan’ will always be remembered for several firsts to her credit during her eventful 26(??) years. Her sentimental mood, bizarre persona and ability to woo men at will had earned her the sobriquet “Varshi”. Varshita died at the age of 26(??) in a freak accident when she suffered a massive heart-attack seeing that there were no more men in the world left to woo, survived by her wonderful memories and silky hair. Her jaded gobbledygook poetry will remain in our memories forever.
Let her soul allow GOD to live in peace. Amen
~Courtesy Shubhank~
