Hindi Song Title: Aati Kya Khandala : GHULAM
Singer(s): AAMIR KHAN & ALKA YAGNIK
Ay Kya Bolti Tu
Ay Kya Main Boloon
Sun
Suna
Aati Kya Khandala
Kya Karoon Aake Main Khandala
Ghoomenge Phirenge Naachenge Gaayenge
Aish Karenge Aur Kya
Ay Kya Bolti Tu ...
Barsaat Ka Season Hai
Khandala Jaake Kya Karna
Barsaat Ke Season Mein Hi To Maza Hai Meri Maina
Bhigoongi Main Sardi Khaansi Ho Jaayegi Mujhko
Chhata Leke Jaayenge Paagal Samjhi Kya Mujhko
Kya Karoon Samajh Mein Aaye Na
Kya Karoon Tujhse Main Jaanu Na
Arre Itna Tu Kyon Soche Main Aage Tu Peechhe
Bas Ab Nikalte Hain Aur Kya
Ay Kya Bolti Tu ..,
Lonavala Mein Chikki Khaayenge Waterfall Pe Jaayenge
Khandala Ke Gnat Ke Oopar Photo Kheench Ke Aayenge
Haan Bhi Karta Na Bhi Karta Dil Mera Deewana
Dil Bhi Saala Party Badle Kaisa Hai Zamaana
Phone Laga Tu Apne Dil Ko Zara
Poochh Le Aakhir Hai Kya Maajra
Arre Pal Mein Phisalta Hai Pal Mein Sambhalta Hai
Confuse Karta Hai Bas Kya
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Serving dA
Entrapped by my own expectations.
I can neither turn back, or merely run away.
Although it is only my pride that will be at stake, I have decided to root my feet to the ground.
For that will force me not to leave my stand, but I can still grow to touch the sky.
"Oh, hello there sunny. Where's the moon?"
I can neither turn back, or merely run away.
Although it is only my pride that will be at stake, I have decided to root my feet to the ground.
For that will force me not to leave my stand, but I can still grow to touch the sky.
"Oh, hello there sunny. Where's the moon?"
Demone
Am I your angel
Or am I your night
Or am I the day
To your every fright.
Am I the wonder
Or am I the muse
That will move you further
To your thought of deuce.
Or am I your night
Or am I the day
To your every fright.
Am I the wonder
Or am I the muse
That will move you further
To your thought of deuce.
The 12th Sun.
Father, teach me how to fish? For I am in no mood to eat poultry, this month. For I am not them, this particular month.
And I do not want to go to the market, for I am not me, not during this month.
I remember the times that I loved the market. Do you?
But then, the river is so far away. If there is even a river still!
How am I suppose to survive?
I don't want the food that strangers send to our doors. God knows what's in them.
I want, I want, I want...
I know what I want.
But I can't ask for it.
And I do not want to go to the market, for I am not me, not during this month.
I remember the times that I loved the market. Do you?
But then, the river is so far away. If there is even a river still!
How am I suppose to survive?
I don't want the food that strangers send to our doors. God knows what's in them.
I want, I want, I want...
I know what I want.
But I can't ask for it.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Not Alone
Do you ever wake up, and turn, only to realize that you were sleeping alone? And when you walk out of your room (or not), you are home alone? And when you walk out from your house (or not), there is no one around?
And without bothering to change from your pjs (or whatever that you wear to sleep, or what you don't wear), you take you car key and start the engine, and when you drive around there is still not a single person to be seen?
No one at the toll booth, no one at the gas station, no one at McDonald's drive through counter.
But you do not wonder where everyone is. As far as a mile of your concern, you have always been alone in the world.
But, what is this string, tugging on your neck (not in a killing/suicidal way)?
Someone is pulling you out from the fishbowl?
How will you breathe without water?
How will you live,
not alone?
And without bothering to change from your pjs (or whatever that you wear to sleep, or what you don't wear), you take you car key and start the engine, and when you drive around there is still not a single person to be seen?
No one at the toll booth, no one at the gas station, no one at McDonald's drive through counter.
But you do not wonder where everyone is. As far as a mile of your concern, you have always been alone in the world.
But, what is this string, tugging on your neck (not in a killing/suicidal way)?
Someone is pulling you out from the fishbowl?
How will you breathe without water?
How will you live,
not alone?
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wednesday
What day is it today?
Other than,
being the day of my death
but ironically, my birth.
What day is it today?
Other than,
being the day of my death
but ironically, my birth.
What day is it today?
My Morning Cry
My life is a cycle
through and through
denials and acceptance
of being blue
I cry out loud
of my adoration to you
it gets me high!
it gets me dry!
denied.
denied.
I'll stay blue.
through and through
denials and acceptance
of being blue
I cry out loud
of my adoration to you
it gets me high!
it gets me dry!
denied.
denied.
I'll stay blue.
BOBBY LOVE II
Dear Bobby II,
How are you? Hope you are doing fine. I know, I haven’t had the time to visit you since I last sent you there. I’m sorry, but my life is catching up on me. Like tomorrow, which is a Sunday by the way, I have three appointments to attend to! Breakfast with someone from work, lunch with my ex-classmate in high school and dinner with this guy I met at the train station yesterday. Yes, life is okay at this point. As you know, I love to keep myself busy at all times.
Bobby II,
Are you still mad at me? The last time we were face to face, we weren’t eye to eye. No, you know what I mean. Not because I am slightly shorter than you! You love to tease me on that don’t you? Well, tease me all you want. You know I don’t mind. But back to the subject. I hope you understand that what I did, was best for everyone. Especially us.
Bobby II,
You know how I adore you. You know I’d smell the grass that you walk on. And you know that I’d style my hair to your liking. And now, I certainly do miss you. Now all I can do is smell the grass and flowers that hide you from this cruel evil world.
Oh Bobby II,
I got to go. My phone keeps ringing. Another soul is trying to annoy me tonight. But I will make it right. I will make this world a better place. =)
Bye Bobby II dear,
Don’t let the bugs bite.
How are you? Hope you are doing fine. I know, I haven’t had the time to visit you since I last sent you there. I’m sorry, but my life is catching up on me. Like tomorrow, which is a Sunday by the way, I have three appointments to attend to! Breakfast with someone from work, lunch with my ex-classmate in high school and dinner with this guy I met at the train station yesterday. Yes, life is okay at this point. As you know, I love to keep myself busy at all times.
Bobby II,
Are you still mad at me? The last time we were face to face, we weren’t eye to eye. No, you know what I mean. Not because I am slightly shorter than you! You love to tease me on that don’t you? Well, tease me all you want. You know I don’t mind. But back to the subject. I hope you understand that what I did, was best for everyone. Especially us.
Bobby II,
You know how I adore you. You know I’d smell the grass that you walk on. And you know that I’d style my hair to your liking. And now, I certainly do miss you. Now all I can do is smell the grass and flowers that hide you from this cruel evil world.
Oh Bobby II,
I got to go. My phone keeps ringing. Another soul is trying to annoy me tonight. But I will make it right. I will make this world a better place. =)
Bye Bobby II dear,
Don’t let the bugs bite.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Talking About Tomorrow
Since everyone is so keen about using minimum energy to maintain the world's temperature, I guess individual flying vehicles, like the ones in The Jetsons, won't be happening soon.
Sigh.
Sigh.
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