Thandi Hawa Yeh Chandni Suhani

This is from the 1961 classic "Jhumroo"

Yaarige Yaaruntu

This is a rare piece of Purandaradasa Krithi. practically no one sings this now a days. Tried my hand at it.

Humne Kaati Hai Teri Yaad Mein

This is a rare ghazal. I do not know the composer's name, but I fell in love with it the first time I heard this 20 years ago

Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas

Tried my hand at this Kishore Kumar ever-greener

ஆயக் கலை நிபுணர்கள் நாம்

நாட்டிற்கு இன்றோடு
அறுபத்து நான்கு வயதாம்.

ஒரு வேளை
ஆயக் கலை
அறுபத்து நான்கும்
அத்துப்படி
ஆகிவிட்டதோ?

சகுன சாஸ்திரமோ
சகுனி சாஸ்திரமாய்ச்
சரிந்துள்ளது.

யோக சாஸ்திரமோ
போக சாஸ்திரமாய்ப்
போய் விட்டது.

கணிதமோ
கறுப்புப் பணத்தை
எண்ணத்தான்
பயன் படுகிறது.

ரதப் பரீட்சையோ
ரத யாத்திரை உருவில்
வலம்
வருகிறது.

சங்ககிராம இலக்கணம்
சன் டிவி செந்தமிழாய்ச்
சஞ்சாரிக்கிறது.

மல்யுத்தம்
மக்களவையில்
மங்களகரமாய்
மிளிர்கிறது.

மதன சாஸ்திரமோ
மடங்கள் சிலவற்றில்
மஞ்சம் விரித்துள்ளது.

நீதி சாஸ்திரமோ
வாய்தாக்களின் பின்
ஒளிந்துள்ளது.

வியாகரணமோ
மொழிசிதைவில்
குட்டிக்கரணம் போடுகின்றது.

வேதம்-
பழையன
பல
மறந்தாகி விட்டது.

சோதிட சாஸ்திரமோ
தலைவனின்
தலைஏழுத்தைச்
சோதிக்கிற
சாஸ்திரமாகி உள்ளது.


அப்பப்பா!!
அறுபத்தி நான்கையும்
அடுக்குவதற்க்குள்
அகமே
அடங்கி விடுமோ?

ஆம்- அறுபத்தி நான்கு
ஆண்டுகளின்
அற்புதமோ
அரற்றி
ஆறாது.

வாழ்க நம் நாடு.
வருக இன்னும்
அறுபத்தி நான்கு!

ராசி

என் கையின்
ராசியான ரேகைகள்
எங்கோ விழுந்து விட்டன.

கண்டெடுத்தால்
உன் கையில்
எடுத்துக்கொள்.

என் பங்கு சந்தோஷத்தை
உன் கையில்
அலங்கரித்துக்கொள்.

नतीजा

आम को चुराया पेड़ से हमने
मज़ा लेने के लिए
अब घबराना क्या रंगीन हाथों
पकड़ा जाने के लिए

जब किसी को  दिल दिया  है हम
खुदा के लिए
प्यार के अदालत में तैयार हैं हम
सज़ा के लिए

Teri Pyaari Pyaari Surat ko

Teri Pyaari Pyaari Surat Ko

Trying out this 1961 Classic from "Sasural"

What is more beautiful?

In the thick of New York's Times Square
On a vibrant Saturday evening we were

My wife was manoeuvring the pram of my baby
For whom, the boisterous ambience was the lullaby

Both my hands were loaded with shopping bags
Struggling to keep poise, I almost became an object of gags.

The dancing lights , to the eyes, were a treat
The flaming Neons made us feel not wanting to retreat

The beauty in Times Square was simply breath-taking
The joy and mirth in the air was no faking.

My wife and I soaked in an ethereal world
Even as my toddler in his pram curled.

Just as we were slipping into another zone
From the pram we heard a little moan.

Moan became groan, and soon into a shriek
Even as I tried to pacify him in a voice so meek.

He wouldn't budge, he wouldn't stop
Until he saw my shopping bags drop.

I picked my gen-next up in a warm embrace
And suddenly, the shrieking face became all grace.

Grimace made way for a lotus smile
That simply blew me off many a mile.

In that instant, the beauty of Times Square
The pomp and pageantry in the air

Blurred in front of this little one's grin
The Beauty contest, he surely did win!

उल्फत की ताक़त

पढ़ाई हुआ सफलता मिली तो

जिंदगी में ताक़त मिला

कमाई हुआ शोहरत आया तो

दुनियां में एक जगह मिला 

खुदा  महफूज़ जारी रखा तो

अब जन्नत का रास्ता मिला

पर पहली बार उल्फत हुआ तो

जिंदगी में सब कुछ मिला

Mother Ganga

I bow before you - O Mother Ganga
Like your son Devavratha did, for his father.
Take me away from this worldly web
Away from sorrow , farther and father.

On your lap many a poor peasant has had his last
Through the ages present and past
Reaching the Lotus feet has thus been furious and fast
Under the gentle spell that you have always cast.

Allow me to lie on your lap, one last time
In life, I see no further rhyme
Allow me to sleep forever, and cease to chime
I can't hope to have an end more sublime.

THANK YOU

Thank you – my parents

For giving a body for this soul

For teaching how to live life as a whole

Thank you – my teachers

For showing the way to academic salvation

For kindling the fire of greater materialistic aspiration

Thank you – my childhood friends

For making my day in the playground

For making sure that my childhood dreams don’t run aground

Thank you- my sweetheart in college

For nipping my romance in the bud

For bringing me back to the earth with a thud.

Thank you – my dear wife

For giving a structure to my life

For making sure that life moves on, come bliss or strife.

Thank you – my progeny

For giving me a mid-life missive

For reminding me that I also have my own life to live.

Thank you- O God

For giving life of fine elements
For filling my life with parents, teachers, friends, family and all such determinants

Thank you – my life
For filling me with incessant indictment
For making me realize that all the above are hallucinations, and, at best, transient.

Man Re Tu Kahe Na

My try at another Mohammed Rafi Classic

Chalke Teri Aankhon Se

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=M2Ihu_yoixs

Trying out "Chalke Teri Aankhon Se", a Mohammed Rafi classic

Give it back

On the wall hung a calendar of the year bygone

I told myself – “New Calendar, time to bring you on”

Time for me, I thought, to get a little verbose

Time for me, to ask Old Calendar to depose.

“Give it all back” I started telling Old Calendar

I really went for the jugular.

“Give me back all the times I had,

The good, interspersed with the bad.

Give me back those jet-black hairs

In whose place that odd silver streak flares.

Give me back the perfect skin on my cheek

That the sun tan made look bleak.”

“Give me back those precious moments

Of which I had cared not to keep counts

The time wasted in empty talk

Or a mere purposeless beach-walk.”

“Those gossips, jealousies, leches, sadness

Empty platitudes, formal courtesies

Vain bravado, foolhardy escapades

Didn’t they all take me closer to my decease?”

“Time for you to pay it, black and blue,

For, I considered you a friend, but time just flew”.

Old Calendar seemed to give me a meaningful smile

This almost made me jumpy and rile.

“Sorry, I do not think I can oblige

For, time always does escape the siege

But my successor has now here with you

Ask him at the end of this year, for all that is due”.

வையக வேள்வி

வாழ்க்கைப்படகில் ஏறி விட்டேன்
எதற்க்கென்று அறியவில்லை.

இலக்கு அறிய
இயலவில்லை.

போகுமிடமோ
புரியவில்லை.

திக்கற்ற பாரவ்தியாய்
தண்ணீரில்
தத்தளிக்கிறேன்.

கடை நிலையாய்க்
கரையேறக்
காத்திருக்கிறேன்.

Rantings of a Wall-Street Discard

I imagined myself as a disgruntled rookie trader, a twenty-something wannabe Wall Street biggie, who gets disillusioned by the fraud and the schematics of Wall Street and the foul practices therein. And I decide to call it quits - in true Guru Dutt style. Here are my (imaginary) lyrics. Juxtapose it with Rafi's voice, and see the effect!!

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Yeh Wall Street,Yeh CDR,Yeh Ghotale Ki Duniya,
Yeh Investor Key Dushman, Samaajon Ki Duniya,
Yeh Doulat Key Bhookhey, Insider Ki Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Har Ek Roth Ghayal, Har Ek Muni Pyaasi,
Nigahon Mein Junk Bond, Dilon Mein tho Bonus,
Yeh Duniya Hai Ya Institution Ki Daasi,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yahaan Eik Khilona Hai 401 Ka Paisa,
Yeh Basti Hai Murda Ponzi Scheme Ki Basti,
Yahaan Par Tho Azaadi Sey Hai Jail Sasti,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Goldman Sachs Bhatakti Hai Big Boy Ban Kar,
Jawaan Trader Sajtey Hein Bazaar Ban Kar,
Yahaan Pyaar Hota Hai Vyapaar Ban Kar,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Yeh Duniya Jahaan IMF Kuch bhi Nahi Hai,
Wafa Kuch Nahi, Dosti Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yahaan FED Ki Asar Hi Kuch Nahi Hai,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai.

Jala Do Isey, Phoonk Dalo Yeh Duniya.
Mere Saamne Se Hata Lo Yeh Duniya,
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sambhalo Yeh Duniya,
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai?

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