It's true, it could happen, even this late...
June 08, 2011
Chal Diyay...
I am falling in love with this song...
Yeh haryali, yeh asaman
Yeh ghatta meri razdan
Yeh haryali, yeh asaman
Yeh ghatta meri razdan
Raat kay pahlo main diye
teray lia hain bichay
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
hai charon taraf
pehli howi arzoo
dil main chupi
ankhon mian hi aaye kion
aas wohi dil main liye
is arzoo main hum jiye
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
thandi dhoop main
aik aah loon
sard si pairon talay
paon main rah kion wohi
chaltay jain in rahon pay
teray lia hain bichay
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye.
Yeh haryali, yeh asaman
Yeh ghatta meri razdan
Yeh haryali, yeh asaman
Yeh ghatta meri razdan
Raat kay pahlo main diye
teray lia hain bichay
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
hai charon taraf
pehli howi arzoo
dil main chupi
ankhon mian hi aaye kion
aas wohi dil main liye
is arzoo main hum jiye
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
thandi dhoop main
aik aah loon
sard si pairon talay
paon main rah kion wohi
chaltay jain in rahon pay
teray lia hain bichay
tera haath tham kay
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye.
June 06, 2011
Now You See, Now You Don't...
I was speaking to sister today and listening to how naughty the nephew's become, and I must admit I am looking forward to their visit in Diwali this year.
The first time I saw the nephew in real life, I had just come home that morning, he was on the living room floor, dressed in a yellow t-shirt(I think he looks the best in yellow) and diapers, playing with his yellow-red cars. And as I approached him, tentatively, scared that he might start crying, I said look who's here and extended my hand, smilingly, to touch his cheeks, and he looked up, smiled, placed his forefinger on my palm. And the fact that he's such a pricey baby and does not let anyone even close, made that gesture all the more precious.
That same afternoon, having put him to sleep, sister went out for some work. And just an hour later nephew woke up and of course, on finding himself alone in a new place, without his mother around, started howling. After 10 minutes of pacifying him, mother finally gave him to me, just play with him she said. And I, very reluctantly of course, picked him up, a crying baby (for the very first time in my life, I hate crying babies!) and he sat snuggly on my right arm, looked at me, placed his head on my shoulder, wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and slept with a whimper, tears still stuck to his long black eyelashes, much like morning dew on grass.
And with those two gestures he gave me the most precious thing a baby can give you, his trust. And with that, he made sure that his aunt will do anything, but never misplace it.
Every time I think of the newphew, I remember this one time I was trying to put him to sleep, and after twenty minutes I had exhausted the few precious lullabies I knew, and the nephew was still wide awake. So I finally started singing/humming Bollywood songs. No kidding, he slept in five minutes! :P Don't ask me which Bollywood songs now :)
Talking about sleeping, the sight of a sleeping baby must be one of those heart-achingly beautiful images that will never fade from your mind. His little hands placed side by side on the bed, his tiny pink fingers curled. His dark eyelashes making half moons on his pink puffed cheeks, his ruffled hair, his pink soft lips, his little chest rising gently, and you almost swell with pride, as a human, on seeing such a beautiful human infant.
But no, I still do not like kids.
The first time I saw the nephew in real life, I had just come home that morning, he was on the living room floor, dressed in a yellow t-shirt(I think he looks the best in yellow) and diapers, playing with his yellow-red cars. And as I approached him, tentatively, scared that he might start crying, I said look who's here and extended my hand, smilingly, to touch his cheeks, and he looked up, smiled, placed his forefinger on my palm. And the fact that he's such a pricey baby and does not let anyone even close, made that gesture all the more precious.
That same afternoon, having put him to sleep, sister went out for some work. And just an hour later nephew woke up and of course, on finding himself alone in a new place, without his mother around, started howling. After 10 minutes of pacifying him, mother finally gave him to me, just play with him she said. And I, very reluctantly of course, picked him up, a crying baby (for the very first time in my life, I hate crying babies!) and he sat snuggly on my right arm, looked at me, placed his head on my shoulder, wrapped his tiny arms around my neck and slept with a whimper, tears still stuck to his long black eyelashes, much like morning dew on grass.
And with those two gestures he gave me the most precious thing a baby can give you, his trust. And with that, he made sure that his aunt will do anything, but never misplace it.
Every time I think of the newphew, I remember this one time I was trying to put him to sleep, and after twenty minutes I had exhausted the few precious lullabies I knew, and the nephew was still wide awake. So I finally started singing/humming Bollywood songs. No kidding, he slept in five minutes! :P Don't ask me which Bollywood songs now :)
Talking about sleeping, the sight of a sleeping baby must be one of those heart-achingly beautiful images that will never fade from your mind. His little hands placed side by side on the bed, his tiny pink fingers curled. His dark eyelashes making half moons on his pink puffed cheeks, his ruffled hair, his pink soft lips, his little chest rising gently, and you almost swell with pride, as a human, on seeing such a beautiful human infant.
But no, I still do not like kids.
Listen, O Breeze...
Such sweet and simple lyrics...
Life really is about all those simple moments...the cool breeze, the pitter-patter sound of rain, full moon...
I so wish I was in Rajasthan right now, with sand between my toes, under the starry sky, in front of a bonfire, listening to this song...
P.S: It's so awesome the kind of music Coke Studio is making. So so grateful!
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
dheemo dheemo madhuro ri baaj re baaireeya
softly, softly, sweetly blow, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
tanri banṛaaoon dhola raaji taansali e lo
I make a serving dish, sweetheart, of my physical being
manṛe ri karoon man waar re baaireeya
and following my heart, I offer up my heart to you, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
raajo ji padhaarya raaji mahal men e lo
when my prince arrived in the royal palace
doodaan barsyo mew re baaireeya
he brought such happiness and prosperity that it rained milk, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
inṛ dis maan mhaaro raaji lo base re lo
in this direction, does my darling prince live
inṛdis aawe ṭhanḍṛi hinṛ re baaireeya
(for) from this direction, blows a fresh and cool wind, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
Life really is about all those simple moments...the cool breeze, the pitter-patter sound of rain, full moon...
I so wish I was in Rajasthan right now, with sand between my toes, under the starry sky, in front of a bonfire, listening to this song...
P.S: It's so awesome the kind of music Coke Studio is making. So so grateful!
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
dheemo dheemo madhuro ri baaj re baaireeya
softly, softly, sweetly blow, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
tanri banṛaaoon dhola raaji taansali e lo
I make a serving dish, sweetheart, of my physical being
manṛe ri karoon man waar re baaireeya
and following my heart, I offer up my heart to you, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
raajo ji padhaarya raaji mahal men e lo
when my prince arrived in the royal palace
doodaan barsyo mew re baaireeya
he brought such happiness and prosperity that it rained milk, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
inṛ dis maan mhaaro raaji lo base re lo
in this direction, does my darling prince live
inṛdis aawe ṭhanḍṛi hinṛ re baaireeya
(for) from this direction, blows a fresh and cool wind, O breeze
senṛaan ra baairya dheemo madhuro ri baaj
listen, O breeze, softly and sweetly blow
June 04, 2011
Life Is Sweet...
It's a pity
It's a crying shame
Who pulled you down again?
How painful it must be
To bruise so easily inside
It's a pity
It's a downright crime
But it happens all the time
You wanna stay little daddy's girl
Wanna hide from the vicious world outside
But don't cry
Know the tears'll do no good
So dry your eyes
Your daddy he's the iron man
A battleship wrecked on dry land
Your mama she's a bitter bride
She'll never be satisfied,
And you know
That's not right
But don't cry
Know the tears'll do no good
So dry your eyes
They told you life is hard
It's misery from the start
It's dull and slow and painful
I tell you life is sweet
In spite of the misery
There's so much more
Be grateful
Who do you believe?
Who will you listen to
Who will it be?
It's high time that you decide
In your own mind
Tried to comfort you
Tried to tell you to be patient
They are blind
They can't see
Fortune gonna come some day
All gonna fade away
Your daddy the war machine and
Your mama the long and suffering
Prisoner of what she can not see
They told you life is hard
It's misery from the start
It's dull and slow and painful
I tell you life is sweet
In spite of the misery
There's so much more
Be grateful
Who do you believe?
Who will you listen to
Who will it be?
It's high time you decide
It's time you make up your own sweet little mind
They told you life is long
Be thankful when it's done
Don't ask for more
You should be grateful
But I tell you life is short
Be thankful because before you know
It will be over
Cause life is sweet
And life is also very short
Your life is sweet
HT: Swb (Thank you :))
June 03, 2011
May 31, 2011
Imperfect Is Perfect...
How does Raymonds manage it always? Stay relevant and true to their product, and also touch that part of you that commercial ads never manage to?
On a different note, a man who does not love his mother, will probably never love anyone else.
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