Month: September 2008

peer tere jaan di

September 26, 2008 / / 0 Comments

One of my all time favourite and Gurdas Maan classic:

peer tere jaan di kiddan jaranga main
tere bagair zindagi nu ki karanga main

ki karanga pyar di lutti bahar nu
sajian sajaiyan mehfilan gunde shingaar nu
hathin mari muskaan da matam karanga main

je ro pia te kehange dewaana ho gia
na bolia te kehange begana ho gia
lokan di is zubaan ni kiddan faranga main

saahan di dubdi naab nu jhonka mile ja na
is jahaan milan da mauka mile ja na
agle jahan milan di koshish karanga main

sajna zara k thahar ja sajda te kar lavan
athru na koi vekh laye parda te kar lavan
‘Maana’ dilan di sez te pathar dharanga main
oh jaan wale alwida enni kahanga main
peer tere jaan di kiddan jaranga main
tere bagair zindagi nu ki karanga main

A Wednesday

September 22, 2008 / / 1 Comment

I watched A Wednesday on Saturday. Its a real good movie. Just 1 hr 45 mins and no love story & naach gaana. Thankfully some non-karan-johar cinema to be checked out. Naseeruddin Shah, Anupam Kher and Jimmy Shergill all of them did good work. Jimmy Shergill’s acts were done a bit over. The movie flows very nicely. No boring and sleepy scenes. No jumping of story from A to Z and then back to M. Also no violence was there in the movie. Just the fear of the bombs. Naseeruddin Shah played the character of the common man beautifully. His pent-shirt and then the way he walks totally represent a normal man in the society. Anupam Kher as usual also did great. Jimmy Shergill has a small role and he did it well. Deepal Shah looks ugly and sort of extra. That part could have been handled in somewhat different and better manner.

A must watch !

shabash "Chamkila" ?

September 21, 2008 / / 5 Comments

kuch cheezan parde saar e dimag kharab kar dindian ne. aj main spokesman ch ik article pad riha c. article ch lekhak chamkile nu changa sidd karan te sara zor la dinda hai. nale eh pehli wari nahi ho riha k chamkile nu changa karan di koshish kiti gai hove. meri eh behas pehla b kai wari ho chukki hai. article ch lekhak da sara zor eh sidh karan te lag gia k chamkila bahut hi mahaan banda c. hor b pata ni ki ki. te sahara kis cheez da lia k aj kal b betuke video ban rahe a. par ehda sahara lai k uhne chamkile di izzat nu aanch ni aaun diti. sidh karta k oh mahaan c te bahut galat hoya k maria gia. 

mainu eh samjh ni aaundi eh kiho ji soch hai. aj kal jo betuke video ban rahe ne oh galat ne. har samjhdaar banda ehnu galat kehnda hai. beda garak karta es cheez ne change sangeet da. par chamkila kinna k changa c ? te kinna k changa ga ke gia ? eh b sab nu pata hai. kuch lok aj de halaat da sahara hai k uhnu changa sidh karan te kyon lagge rehnde. eh kitho di syanap hai. es article nu pad ke kise nave bande nu tan lagguga k chamkila ik dharmik banda c. haddan tapp gia lekhak. pehli wari main enni sift suni chamkile di. khair eh article da title b uhne chamkila nai ditta balke piracy karan walian da biakaat karan di lod dita hai. sari ram kahani chamkile di likh ke akheer te 4 linean ch gal karti piracy di. niri poori moorakhata. te chapan lage spokesman ch b kise ne ni padia k likhia ki a wich. bas jo aya chaapi jao.

chamkila galat c, galat hai te galat rahuga…

mere shauq da nahi aitbaar tainu…

September 19, 2008 / / 16 Comments

A beauty by Ghulam Ali. First a little bit about history of this ghazal. It was originally written by Mirza Ghalib in Persian. Sufi Ghulam Mustafa Tabassum translated it to Punjabi and then Ghulam Ali added to the beauty by rendering it with perfection. Enjoy the masterpiece from the legends:

mere shauq da nahi aitbaar tainu
aaja vekh mera intezaar a ja
avein laran bahanane labhna en
ki tu sochna en sitamgaar a ja
mere shauq da nahi aitbaar tainu…
(sitamgaar – oppressor)

bhavein hizar te bhavein visaal hove
wakho wakh dohan diyan lazztan ne
mere sohnia ja hazaar wari
aaja pyaria te lakh waar a ja…
(hizar – seperation, visaal – union,meeting)

eh rivaaz e masjidan mandiran da
uthe hastiyan te khud-parastiyan ne
mai-khaane wich mastiyan hi mastiyan ne
hosh kar banke hoshiyaar a ja…

tu sada te tera dil sada
tainu avein raqeeb qurah paya
je tu mere janaaze te nahi aya
raah takdae teri mazaar a ja…

sukhi wasna je tu chauna e
mere ‘Ghaliba’ es jahaan andar
aaja rindan di bazm wich a beh ja
ethe baithde ne khaaksaar a ja…
(rind – one who likes to drink, bazm – mehfil, khaaksaar – low)

mere shauq da nahi aitbaar tainu
aaja vekh mera intezaar a ja
avein laran bahanane labhna en
ki tu sochna en sitamgaar a ja
mere shauq da nahi aitbaar tainu…

Life is…

September 18, 2008 / / 1 Comment

Probably, i observe too much. And that is a problem sometimes, something gets stuck in your head and it makes you keep thinking about it, all the time. This post is not about anything really. Just a post, i should say. I go to office by local bus and bus stop is just 4-5 minutes walk from my house. Generally i reach 5 minutes before the time of the bus. Now it has been pretty good time and i almost recognize all the daily passengers (probably they recognize me too). Sometime standing there, there are so many things to observe and notice. Life…at its full speed. People are going to their offices. Rikshaw wallas are waiting for their daily passengers to help them reach their destinations. Buses seem to be swiftly doing their daily duty. If we try to notice peoples’ faces some are serious, some sad and few happy. With these mobile phones with FM radio becoming so popular most of the people are seen talking on the phone or having plugged in the ear piece and listening to radio. That have actually reduced the interaction with fellow passengers in country like India. People sit quietly and play their music. These days DTC has started some AC buses so some changes are there to be seen signifying some improvements. Traffic still moves almost in a stupid and irritating manner. We Indians have not learned to obey the rules. Probably a rule is required to make people obey the rules.

All goes uninterrupted and then there is something like blasts to shatter everything. Normalcy takes a break for sometime. The bad memories fade and we again see people going, buses running and so on…

That is what life is…