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Today (25 october 2014) is the 69th birth anniversary of Aparna Sen (DoB 25 october 1945). She is mainly known as a top actress of Bangla movies but she occasionally forayed into Hindi movies as well.

“Kotwaal Saab”(1977) was one of the few Hindi movies where Aparna Sen made an appearance. This movie was produced by Pawan Kumar and directed by Hrishikesh Mukherji for Amiya Art International. Bimal Dutt had written the story and screenplay. The movie had Shatrughan Sinha,Aparna Sen, Utpal Dutt, Sudhir, Asrani, Ritu Kamal, David Abraham, Raza Murad, Kanu Roy, Amal Sen, Jerry, Mridula Rani, Siddhartha, Anand Pal, Masterjee, Raj Verma, with Padma Khanna, Manmohan, Protima Devi, Om Shivpuri, Dulari in special appearances.

Here is a song from “Kotwaal Saab” (1977). This song is sung by Hemlata. Ravindra Jain is the lyricist as well as the music director of this song. The song is picturised on Aparna Sen, Baby Komal Mahuaakar aka Roopini(dancer girl in blue dress) and Raaj Rani(lady with blue saree), Habiba Rehman(she is one of the dance assistant of the movie, Lady with pink saree, who lip syncs for two lines of the song).

The lyrics of this song as well as other details were sent to me by Prakashchandra.


Song-Suman samaan tum apna khila khila sa man rakhna (Kotwaal Saab)(1977) Singer-Hemlata, Lyrics-Ravindra Jain, MD-Ravindra Jain

Lyrics(Provided by Prakashchandra)

suman samaaaan tum apnaa aaa
khilaa khilaa aa mann rakhnaa
khushboo lutaate rehna
khushboo lutaate rehna
chaahe pade kaanton pe ae
tann rakhnaa aa aa aa
suman samaaaan tum apnaa aa
khilaa khilaa aa aa mann rakhnaa

duniyaa mein phoolon ka
saani nahin koyee
phoolon se badhke yahaan ..aaa
saani nahin koyee
dil behlaataa rahey
sadaa bulbul kaa
dil behlaata rahey
sadaa bulbul kaa
khul ke na band huaa
dar kabhi gul kaa aa
suman samaan tum apnaa aa
khilaa khilaa mann rakhnaa

door se aaye kiran
leke ujiyaaraa
cheer ke jaaye woh toh
har andhiyaara
chaand sooraj ke
tann se nikal ke
aaye rey hamaare liye ae
gagan se chalke
kiran samaan
tum apnaa aa
dhulaa dhulaa mann rakhnaa
jyot lutaate rehna
chaahe pade sholon pe
tann rakhnaa aa aa aa
suman samaaaan tum apnaa aa
khilaa khilaa aa mann rakhnaa
khilaa khilaa aa mann rakhnaa
hmmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
hmmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

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Today (25 october 2014) is the birth anniversary of Sharda Rajan Iyengar, who is known to music lovers as just Sharda. Shankar (of Shankar Jaikishan duo) had brought her to limelight with the “Suraj”(1966) song Titli udi ud jo chali. This song tied with another “Suraj”(1966) song Bahaaron phool barsaao for the best singer Filmfare award. There used to be just one Filmfare award for best singer those days (common for both genders) and this song getting tied for the top singer category made Filmfare create the categories of best Male and best Female playback singers from the next year onwards. I was a very young kid those days and I was one of those who were simply mesmerised by this “titli udi” song those days.

As it turned out, she had a “different” voice and moreover she had to contend with the established female singers of the time. Her memtor singer had to swim against the tide in his bid to promote Sharda and even his partner Jaikishan would not see eye to eye with him on this issue and the partnership virtually split on this issue.

It is interesting to note that Sharda got nominated for the Filmfare best female playback singer award for four years in a row from 1969 to 1972 and she won the award in 1971 for “Jahaan Pyaar Mile” song “Baat zara”.

Sharda had a rather chequered career as a playback singer in Hindi movies. Most of her playback singing opportunities were provided to her by Shankar who continued to work as Shankar Jaikishan after the demise of his partner Jaikishan.

On the occasion of the birth anniversary of Sharda, here is a duet song from “Vachan”(1974). This song is sung by Kishore Kumar and Sharda. Shailly Shailendra is the lyricist. Music is composed by Shankar Jaikishan.

The song is picturised on Shashi Kapoor and Vimi.

Lyrics of this song were sent to me by Prakashchandra.

Video

Audio

Song-Dil ka guldasta baahon ka haar (Vachan)(1974) Singers-Kishore Kumar, Sharda, Lyrics-Shailly Shailendra, Md-Shankar Jaikishan
Both

Lyrics(Provided by Prakashchandra)

dil ka guldasta baahon ka haar
saath mein isske bahut saa pyaar
lekar aayaa sarkaar
kar leejiye sweekaar
kar leejiye sweekaar
dil ka guldasta baahon ka haar
saath mein isske bahut saa pyaar
lekar aayaa sarkaar
kar leejiye sweekaar
kar leejiye sweekaar

maanaa
ab tak
hum thhe kuchch majboor
rehke
paas bhi
hum se kitni door
lekin
hum tum
aakhir mil hi gaye ae
sapney
aakhir
phoolon se khil hi gaye
phoolon se khil hi gaye ae
phoolon se khil hi gaye

arrey dil ka guldastaa
baahon ka haar
saath mein iske bahut saa pyaar
lekar aayaa sarkaar
kar leejiye sweekaar

haan haan hamne kiyaa sweekaar
mere yaar
mere yaar
hamne kiyaa sweekaar
mere yaar
mere yaar

thhande
mausam mein
aag yeh kaissi lagi (haayye)
kaisse
mod pe
aa gayee zindagi (achchaa jee)
bin peeye/piye
aaj yeh
kyaa hamko ho gayaa (o ho o)
pyaar kaa
har taraf
chhaane lagaa hai nashaa (maar daalaa)
chhaane lagaa hai nashaa
chhaane lagaa hai nashaa

dil ka guldastaa baahon ka haar
saath mein isske bahut saa pyaar

lekar aayaa sarkaar
kar leejiye sweekaar
haan haan kar toh liyaa sweekaar
mere yaar
(haa haa aaa)
mere yaar (o ho o)
kar toh liyaa sweekaar
mere yaar mere yaar

khoye
hum rahein
inn gori gori baahon mein ae
reshmi
zulf ki
pyaari pyaari chhaaon mein
gham bhi
koyee
aane na paayegaa jahaan
pyaar ki
bastiyaan
hum basaayenge wahaan…aaan
hum basaayenge wahaan…aan
hum basaayenge wahaan

arrey
dil ka guldastaa baahon kaa haar
saath mein isske bahut saa pyaar

lekar aayaa sarkaar
kar leejiye sweekaar
o ho o
ho toh gayaa sweekaar
mere yaar
(haan haa)
mere yaar (hmmm….hmmm)
ho toh gayaa sweekaar
mere yaar
(yaar/aaa)
mere yaar (yaar)
mere yaar mere yaar


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“Society”(1955) was produced by Ismat Chugtai and directed by Shahid Latif for Film India Corporation, India. The movie had Nimmi, Nasir Khan, Johny Walker, Ifthikhar, Kumkum, Radhika, Minu Mumtaz, Bikram Kapoor, Protima Devi, Amar, Munnan Bai, Haroon, Munsi Munaqqa, Nazeer Kashmiri, Arvind Kumar, Md Ali, Dubey, Sagar, Jerry, Chandrakant, Akkan, Tuntun, Peggy etc in it.

Today (25 october 2014) is the 34th death anniversary of Sahir Ludhiianvi. Here is a song from “Society” (1955) on this occasion. This song is sung by Geeta Dutt, Sahir Ludhianvi is the lyricist. Music is composed by S D Burman.

Only the audio of this song is available. Going by the sounds of it, the song appears to be a club dance song, which may have been picturised on Kumkum or Minu Mumtaz. I request our knowledgeable readers to throw light on the picturisation of this song.

Lyrics of this song were sent to me by Avinash Scrapwala.


Song-Samajh gaye ham to wo kitna chhupaaye (Society)(1955) Singer-Geeta Dutt, Lyrics-Sahir Ludhianvi, MD-S D Burman

Lyrics (Provided by Avinash Scrapwala)

Samajh gaye ham to
wo kitna chhupaayen
hain dil chheen lene ke
Sab ye adaayein
hey
Samajh gaye ham to
wo kitna chhupaayen
hain dil chhin lene ke
sab ye adaayein
samajh gaye ham to o

Ye chhoti chhoti baaton pe
Ladnaa jhagadnaa
ye khud hi manaana
ye khud hi bigadnaa
ye chhoti chhoti baaton pe
Ladnaa jhagadnaa
ye khud hi manaana
ye khud hi bigadnaa
chaahat ke rang hain ye
milne ke dhang hain ye
jhepen huzoor
chaahe ghabraayen
Samajh gaye ham to
wo kitna chhupaayen
hain dil chhin lene ke
Sab ye adaayein
samajh gaye ham to

ye soya soya jaadu
Ye jaaga jaaga fitnaa
badhega utna hi
dabaaye koi jitnaa
ye soya soya jaadu
ye jaaga jaaga fitnaa
badhega utna hi
dabaaye koi jitnaa
ham bhed jaan gaye
nazaren pehchaan gaye
Ab aap hamse na sharmaayen
Samajh gaye ham to
Wo kitna chhupaayen
hain dil chheen lene ki
sab ye adaayein ae
samajh gaye ham to..

Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Milaao zaraa aankhen
Chhodo ye sharmaana
Kisi pe dil aaye to
Kaisa ghabraana
Milaao zaraa aankhen
Chhodo ye sharmaana
kisi pe dil aaye to
Kaisa ghabraana
Dil ka ye khel kabhi
Khela kiye hai sabhi
Jiska bhi raaz poochho
Batlaayen
Samajh gaye ham to
Wo kitna chhupaayen
Hai dil chhin lene ki
Sab ye adaayein ae
hey
Samajh gaye ham to
Wo kitna chhupaaye
Hain dil chhin lene ki
Sab ye adaayein ae
Samajh gaye ham to

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Hindi script lyrics (Provided by Avinash Scrapwala)
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समझ गए हम तो
वो कितना छुपायें
है दिल छीन लेने की
सब ये अदाएं

समझ गए हम तो
वो कितना छुपायें
है दिल छीन लेने की
सब ये अदाएं ए
समझ गए हम तो

ये छोटी छोटी बातों पे
लड़ना झगडना
ये खुद ही मनाना
ये खुद ही बिगडना
ये छोटी छोटी बातों पे
लड़ना झगडना
ये खुद ही मनाना
ये खुद ही बिगडना
चाहत के रंग है ये
मिलने के ढंग है ये
झेपें हुज़ूर
चाहें घबराएं
समझ गए हम तो
वो कितना छुपायें
है दिल छीन लेने की
सब ये अदाएं ए
समझ गए हम तो

ये सोया सोया जादू
ये जागा जागा फितना
बढ़ेगा उतना ही
दबाये कोई जितना
ये सोया सोया जादू
ये जागा जागा फितना
बढ़ेगा उतना ही
दबाये कोई जितना
हम भेद जान गए
नज़रें पहचान गए
अब आप हम से न शरमायें
समझ गए हम तो
वो कितना छुपायें
है दिल छीन लेने की
सब ये अदाएं ए
समझ गए हम तो

हा हा हा
हा हा हा हा
हा हा हा हा
हा आ आ आ आ

मिलाओ ज़रा आँखें
छोडो ये शरमाना
किसी पे दिल आये तो
कैसा घबराना
मिलाओ ज़रा आँखें
छोडो ये शरमाना
किसी पे दिल आये तो
कैसा घबराना
दिल का ये खेल कभी
खेला किये है सभी
जिसका भी राज़ पूछो
बतलाये

समझ गए हम तो
वो कितना छुपायें
है दिल छीन लेने की
सब ये अदाएं ए

समझ गए हम तो
वो कितना छुपायें
है दिल छीन लेने की
सब ये अदाएं ए
समझ गए हम तो


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“Sangram” (1965) was directed by Babubhai Mistry. Like “Parasmani” (1963), the earlier movie of Babubhai Mistry, this movie too had B grade superstars in it viz Dara Singh, Geetanjali, Randhawa, Maruti, Aruna Irani, King Kong etc.

“Parasmani” (1963) had music by a newcomer music director duo and that music went on to become surprise hit. “Sangram” (1965) too had music by a newcomer music duo and they too gave superb music but unfortunately the box office success of “Parasmani”(1963) could not be achieved this time and the music too failed to catch the imagination of music lovers.

Here is the song from “Sangram” (1965) that can be called the counterpart of Hansta hua nooraani chehra(Parasmani). The song, like the famous Parasmani song, is sung by Lata and Kamal Barot. Aish Kanwal is the lyricist. Music is composed by Lata Sattar.

The song is picturised as a dance song on Geetanjali and Swarna Kumari, with Aruna Irani also figuring in a masculine attire with beard as well. A comment on YT mentions that Geetanjali and Swarna Kumari were sisters and they were well known dancers in Tamil movies.

I wonder whether this lyricist Aish Kanwal is related to actress Peace Kanwal. I request our knowledgeable readers to throw light on the matter.

This song, unlike Hansta hua nooraani chehra(Parasmani) has ended up becoming an extremely rare song. But make no mistake, this song is a masterclass. One only has to watch the picturisation a few times before this song begins to grow upon you.

Lyrics of this song were sent to me by Nitin Shah.

This song marks Nitin Shah’s 800th lyrics contribyution in the blog. He becomes the second lyrics contributor to achieve this barely belivable feat.

In his three years of association with this blog, Nitin Shah has shared songs on a wide variety of genres. His songs are normally from 1940s the 1960s, which also happens to be the era whose songs tend to get discussed the most in this blog. Nitin Shah, like Prakashchandra, the other member of the 800 club, has sent lots and lots of lyrics to me that are yet to see the light of the day. So we can be rest assured that his lyrics contributions will continue to appear in the blog for a long long time and he will continue to reach newer and bigger milestones with time.

Our contributors have their own ways of contributing lyrics and I am happy to have them without looking at the gift horse in the mouth. Nitin Shah’s contributions are mostly in the form of huge files containing lots of songs in a genre, viz songs from 1950 pt I, songs from 1950 pt II,, balance songs of Suraiyya etc. :) The blog now has almost all Suraiyya songs and the big files of Suraiyya songs sent by Nitin Shah was a big help in this regard which meant that I only needed to look at theese files for Suraiyya songs which was a big time saver for me.

It can be easily seen that Nitin Shah spends unimaginable amount of time and effort in coming up with these huge lists of lyrics. It calls for great passion and enthusiasm. We mainly know him through his comments. We got to know him some more during the run up to the 10kth song of the blog. His introduction post, which I find extremely inspirational, revealed what a determined person he could be in his life. And it is his determination and never say die attitude that has enabled him to contribute so enthusiastically in the blog despite his active and busy professional life.

We are privileged to have Nitin Shah among the contributors of this blog. I hope that he will continue to be one of the major pillars of this blog as this musical bandwagon continues to march on. I take this opportunity to congratulate Nitin Shah. Here is hoping that he will continue to achieve many more musical feathers to his cap in due course.


Song-Dam dam dam dam damroo baaje (Sangram)(1965) Singers-Lata, Kamal Barot, Lyrics-Aish Kanwal, MD-Lala Sattar
Both

Lyrics(Provided by Nitin Shah)

dam dam dam dam damroo baaje
thhaap dol ki thaithaiya
re naachoon sajanva
chham chham chham
main to nachu balamva
thhai thhai thhai
main to naachoon sajanva

dam dam dam dam damru baaje
thhaap dol ki thaithaiya
re nachoon sajanva
chham chham chham
main to nachu balamva
thhai thhai thhai
main to naachoon sajanva

chaand ke rath par baith ke aayi
main kirnon ki raani

main kirnon ki rani odhkar aayi
chunariya dhaani
o o seep se jaise moti nikle
aisi meri jawaani

aisi meri jawaani
jaise chanchal raat suhaani
tann mann mein jal tarang dole
tere pyaar ki sargam boley

naachoon sajanva
main to nachoon balamva
main to nachoon sajanva

gore mukh par ghunghta daaloon
nainan mein hai laaj

nainan mein hai laaj
milenge aaj mujhe sartaaz
saat suron ke deep jalaake
kyun na nachoon aaj

kyun na naachoon aaj
mila hai ek anokha raaz
baazi apne haath rahegi
teri yaad jo saath rahegi

naachoon sajanva
main to naachoon balamva
main to nachoon sajanva

aaja tujhko dhoondh rahi hai
honthon ki muskaan

honthon ki muskaan liye
main tujh par hoon qurbaan
ho ho ek jhalak dikhla de
phir se
dil ke hain armaan

dil ke hain armaan sajanva
humko tu pehchaan
hum par tere pyaar ka jaadu
kaise aaj ho dil par kaabu

nachoon sajanva
main to naachoon balamva
main to naachoon sajanva

dam dam dam dam damroo baaje
thaap dol ki thaithaiya
re naachoon sajanva
chham chham chham
main to naachoon balamva
thhai thhai thhai
main to naachoon sajanva


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Today (24 october 2014) is the first death anniversary of Manna Dey (1 may 1919- 24 october 2014). Blessed with the longest life among all the major playback singers of the golden era, Manna Dey sang some memorable songs in his long and illustrious career as a playback singer.

This blog has 355 Manna Dey songs which work out to just over 25 % of all Manna Dey songs that he sung in his career.

On the occasion of Manna Dey’s death anniversary, here is the title song from “Darpan” (1970). This song is sung by Manna Dey. Anand Bakshi is the lyricist. Music is composed by Laxmikant Pyarelal.

The song is picturised on Sunil Dutt as a car song.

Lyrics of this song were sent to me by Prakashchandra. Here is this song including the full audio version of the song as well for the listening pleasure of music lovers.

Video

Audio (Full)

Song-Darpan jhooth na boley (Darpan)(1970) Singer-Manna Dey, Lyrics-Anand Bakshi, MD-Laxmikant Pyarelal

Lyrics (Provided by Prakashchandra)

darpan jhoothh na boley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley
darpan jhoothh na..aaa boley
darpan jhoothh na boley
jo sach tha tere saamne aayaa
hans le chaahe ro le ae
darpan jhoothh na boley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley
darpan jhoothh na boley

bandhan toda jaa sakta hai
jag to chhoda ja sakta hai
bandhan toda jaa sakta hai
jag to chhoda ja sakta hai
apne aap se bhaag rahe ho o
apne aap se bhaag rahe ho
tum ho kitne bholey ae
darpan jhoothh na boley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley

door kinaara tooti naiyya
lekin poochhe ye purwaiyya
door kinaara tooti naiyya
lekin poochhe ye purwaiyya
apne aap bane tum maanjhi ee
apne aao bane tum maanjhi
phir kaahe man doley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley

aisi jeevan ki batiyaan aan
yaa to ye man meench le ankhiyaan
aisi hain jeevan ki batiyaan
yaa to ye man meench le ankhiyaan
yaa phir na ghabraaye jab
sachchaayee ghoonghat kholey ae
darpan jhoothh na boley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley
jo sach thha tere saamne aayaa
hans le chaahe ro le ae ae
darpan jhoothh na boley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley ae
darpan jhoothh na boley
darpan jhoothh na boley


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Today (24 october 2014) is the birthday of Greta, who is known to most of us as Memsaab of the blog memsaabstory.com. Her blog began in 2007 and it soon became a favourite blog and a meeting place of HFM bloggers. This blog began one year after her blog and I would stumble upon her blog quite frequently during my search for songs. For quite some time I was under the impression that she was a blogger of Indian origin who was based in US. It took me some time to realise that she was an American lady with no previous Indian connections and that she had learnt about Hindi movies from the ground zero up, and that too in just a few years. She in fact describes her initiation into India in general and and Hindi movies in particular in great and interesting details.

Personally I learnt a great deal about Hindi movies from her blog. I was not aware of movies like “Miss Mary” (1956), “Solva Saal”(1958) etc before I visited her blog. And I, like many other bloggers learnt about many forgotten artists of the past. We all are extremely thankful to Greta for introducing us to artists like Laxmi Chhaaya, Bela Bose, Edwina, Nazir Kashmiri etc.

I have not yet discussed about her articles so far. Her tremendous sense of humour, eyes for detail, and finding interesting and original angles out of seemingly trivial situations makes her an author who can keep her readers spellbound from the first word to the last. Her reviews of movies are more entertaining than the movies themselves and she can make you feel like watching those movies again, no matter how boring you found these movies in the first place. She is blessed with that kind of persuasive abilities.

And let us not forget her qualities as a human being. She is an extremely friendly, generous and tolerant person. I have seen some extremely nasty and offensive comments in her blog but she has dealt with them with the kind of patience and tolerance that very few people can have. It is her welcoming and accomodating nature that has won her several admirers and it was these qualities, coupled with her mastery over her topics of discussion that made people become her fans and repeat visitors to her blog.

Some of the artists that she greatly admires are Shammi Kapoor, Chandramohan, Dara Singh, Ranjeet, Helen, Asha Parekh, Mumtaz, Raakhi etc.

She has made friends not only among ordinary bloggers but also in the Hindi movie world. Names like Raju Hirani and Aamir Khan of the present generation and people like Edwina, Ted Lyons etc from the previous generations are some people who have become her close acquaintances by now.

Her love and compassion extends not just among fellow humans but extends to other creatures too. She is a great dog lover and many of her articles in the blog are on her pets. She have had several dogs by now and these dogs are extremely well known to us all thanks to her articles and photographs.

When I write any articles on dogs in this blog, I look forward to Greta’s comment on the article. She on one occasion wrote ane aricle in her blog on anipals.

Greta has been a great supporter of this blog. She put in some nice words about this blog in her blog during the early days and helped this blog pick up steam and gain momentum. She has also been kind enough to write a few guest articles in this blog.

Of late, she has not been very active in her blog. The reason cited by her is that she is unable to find new things to write. When I approached her to write a guest article during the 10k celebrations of this blog, she expressed the same reservations, but I persisted. She agreed to write a guest post and I must say that I found her article just as great as any that she had written in the past.

She has been the catalyst behind some great Hindi movie related initiatives. One of them is the “artists gallery” where she has collected lots of photographs of artists active in various decades and have put names to those faces after considerable research. The other initiative is getting together a team of talented collaborators who have helped improve the qulaity of original source material and add sub titles to these movies. These movies, which are great boons for non Hindi speaking movie lovers are made available as “Edu productions” movies, where Edu stands for Edwina, the HF artist from 1960s who by now is like a family to us- she is that well known by now among us- mainly thanks to Greta.

I can go on and on, because I as her unabashed admirer have lots of things to say about her. But I think this should suffice for now.

On this occasion, here is a song from “Raaka” (1965). This song is sung by Asha Bhonsle and Chorus. Asad Bhopali is the lyricist. Music is composed by Dattaram. The song is picturised on two of her favourite artists namely Mumtaz and Dara Singh. The song itself is an “expression of love” song lip synced by Mumtaz and others.

Lyrics of this song were sent to me by Nitin Shah.

Here is wishing Greta a very happy birthday on behalf of all of us.


Song-Haaye ghazab ho gaya(Raaka)(1965)Singer-Asha Bhonsle, Lyrics-Asad Bhopali, MD-Dattaram
Chorus(Provide by Nitin Shah)

Lyrics(Provided by Nitin Shah)

hahahaha

bolo na
koi mila raah mein
achcha
aur dil kho gaya
phir kya hua
haaye ghazab ho gaya
haaye ghazab ho gaya
haaye ghazab ho gaya
koi mila raah mein
aur dil kho gaya
haaye koi mila raah mein
aur dil kho gaya
phir kya hua
arre haaye ghazab ho gaya aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya

usne bhi dekha
maine bhi dekha
usne bhi dekha
maine bhi dekha
haaye donon ki nazren milin
oye oye oye oye door se
yeh baat hai
main bhi na boli
wo bhi na bola
main bhi na boli
wo bhi na bola
haaye aankhon mein baat huyi
haaye haaye haaye haaye door se
o mujhe pyaar se
achcha
yoon hi dekha kiya
phir kya hua
arre haaye ghazab ho gaya
haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya

uske ishaare
thhe bade pyaare
uske ishaare thhe bade pyaare
haaye main un ishaare mein
haaye haaye haaye haaye
kho gayi
haaye daiyya
tauba ji tauba
aage hua kya
tauba ji tauba
aage hua kya
haaye main to deewaani si oye oye oye oye ho gayi
jaane kya soch ke
sochh ke
wo kareeb aa gaya
phir kya hua
haaye haaye haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya

hosh uda ke
pyaar jataa ke
hosh uda ke
pyaar jataa ke
arre zalim ne dil mera
haaye haaye haaye haaye le liya
hoye hoye hoye
socha na samjha
dekha na bhala
socha na samjha
dekha na bhala
arre dil leke dard mujhe
oye oye oye oye de diya
mera dil chheen ke
haaye
wo kahin chal diya
phir kya hua
arre haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya
koi mila raah mein
aur dil kho gaya
haaye koi mila raah mein
aur dil kho gaya
phir kya hua
haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya aa aa
haaye ghazab ho gaya


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“Mausam” (1975) was produced by P Mallikarjuna Rao and directed by Gulzar for Sunandini Pictures. This movie was losely based on A J Cronin’s novel “The Judas Tree” (source-wikipedia). The movie had Sanjeev Kumar, Sharmila Tagore, Dina Pathak, C.S.Dubey, Om Shivpuri, T.P.Jain, Agha, Kamal Deep, Satyen Kappu, Lily Chakravarty, Pinchoo Kapoor, Mrinal Mukherjee, Shekhar Purohit, Yogendra, Nasir, R.Chopra, Mona Rajput, Baldev Mehta, Anwar, Chandu, Anand Pal, Ramnath etc in it.

Three songs from this movie have been discussed in the past. Here is the fourth song from this movie. This song is sung by Asha Bhonsle. Gulzar is the lyricist. Music is composed by Madan Mohan.

The song is picturised on Sharmila Tagore, with Sanjeev Kumar, Agha and Nasir also visible in the picturisation.

Lyrics of this song were sent to me by Prakashchandra.

Technically this should have been Prakashchandra’s 800th lyrics contribution, but he also sent the lyrics of the sad version of the title song of “Chalte Chalte” a few hours ago and that became his 800th lyrics contribution in the blog. I was hoping that nobody would notice and I would present this writeup as Prakashchandra’s 800th contribution. But “spoilsports” that Avinash Scrapwala and Pradip Raghunathan are, they noticed the fact and posted their congratulatory message, while I wanted a more “formal” way of congratulating him.:)

This post is our formal felicitation to Prakashchandra. Prakashchandra has become the first lyrics contributor to breach the 800 mark which is a mind boggling feat indeed. And let me remind all that it is only the tip of the iceberg. Lots more of his lyrics are lying pending in my inbox and it is my inability of handle them all that has slowed down his progress.

In addition to the sheer volume of his contribution, the quality of his lyrics also stand out. These songs are carefully picked songs and then he carries out detailed resaerch on these songs and their movies. In fact Prakashchandra sends lots of details with his contributions. Details about the movie, its makers and the artists form part of his contributions. His lyrics are properly colour coded. His earlier contribution that was discussed yesterday on the occasion of Deepaawali is a case in point. That song from “Amba”(1990), which was over seven minutes long, had five singers and three different kinds of chorus. So just imagine the volume of colour coding required for that song ! And then add the sheer effort in noting down the full lyrics of the song.

As mentioned earlier, lots of his contributions are still lying pending with me. But he is an extremely patient and understanding person, who understands my limitations. He sends me contributions for special occasions viz festivals, anniversaries of artists etc. Even if I am unable to post his contributions on those occasions, he keeps track of these pending songs and informs me whenever other occasions arise when those songs could be used. There have been occasions when I discussed Prakashchandra’s contributions three years after they were sent to me. :)

The fact that he does not take mind, nor does he get disheartened, shows his largeheartedness and compassion as well as his sheer love and determination for the cause of music.

While Pradeep Raghunathan awaits YIPPEE opportunities in the blog, it is Prakashchnadra who is allowing me create lots of those moments by sending me final lyrics from movies. In fact even this song is the final song from the movie.

I take this opportunity to congratulate Prakashchandra on breaching the 800 lyrics contribution mark and hope that he will continue to be one of the strong pillars of the blog.

And with this song, “Mausam” (1975) joins the list of movies that have all their songs covered in the blog.

Audio(full)

Video(partial)

Song-Mere ishq mein laakhon latke(Mausam)(1975) Singer-Asha Bhonsle, Lyrics-Gulzar, MD-Madan Mohan

Lyrics(Provided by Prakashchandra)

mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke
hho mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke
haayye haayye haayye
maaroongi aankh toh
neel pad jaayegaa
main maarongi aankh toh
neel pad jaayega
balam zaraa
balam zara
hatke hatke hatke
mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke
hho mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke ae

sutli se patli
hai mori kamariyaa…aaaa…aaa
haayye raam
sutli se patli
hai mori kamariyaa
kamariya se baandhi hai maine gagariyaa
gagariyaa na chhalke zaraa
hatke hatke hatke
mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke
hho mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke

shaukeen kehte hain
chhappan chhuri hai
shaukeen kehte hain
kehte hain kehte hain
shaukeen kehte hain
chhappan chhuri hai
dil ki toh achchi hai aadat buri hai
shaukeen kehte hain
chhappan chhouri hai
dil ki toh achchi hai aadat buri hai
aadi(??) na honaa zara hatke hatke hatke
mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke
hho mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke ae

badaami rang pe surkhi sharaab ki…eeee
haayye haayye ae
badaami rang pe surkhi sharaab ki
saiyyaan ne dekho meri aadat kharaab ki
muft na lagaanaa
zaraa hatke hatke hatke
mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke
haayye rey maaroongi aankh toh
neel pad jaayega
main maarongi aankh toh
neel pad jaayega
balam zaraa
balam zara
hatke hatke hatke
mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke
mere ishq mein laakhon latke
balam zara hatke
balam zara hatke ae


This article is written by Sudhir, a fellow enthusiast of Hindi movie music and a contributor to this blog. This article is meant to be posted in atulsongaday.me. If this article appears in sites like lyricstrans.com and ibollywoodsongs.com etc then it is piracy of the copyright content of atulsongaday.me and is a punishable offence under the existing laws.

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Bangalore Gangout – The Remote Version – In 10,400

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Us din mujhe achhi daant padi – got an earful to listen from the family.

But then, before I get to describe my travails of that day, and the reasons behind that, I must take a pause and announce the celebration for today. Yes, yes, we are at the 10,four00th milestone. Goodness, and here I was thinking that we are going slow, as our “fearless” leader is under the control and command of his superiors, and the pace these days is not his usual self, but when I checked the numbers earlier in the evening, of course nudged by Atul ji himself in an email message that actually got delivered 30 hours late – goodness, can you imagine something like that happen in the bookfaced world of today; ah but that is a different gripe that I will not dwell upon right now, and just say that soon as I realized that we are so smacking close to the century marker, that it all became a scramble, not that I was not ready with something, meaning this post, just that I was thinking, abhi do chaar din baad mein, to repair and finalize for posting, but Atul ji’s message changed all the priorities – and by the way don’t you also feel that this sentence now needs a full stop. Whew.

So, will return to the discussion on ‘Ulysses’ and James Joyce on another occasion. For now, it is welcome all to the Ten Thousand Four Hundredth post on this journey of unbeatable appeal and multiplying achievements. By the time you get to read this, the visitor counter has already clocked nearly 40,000 more visitors in just the last 10 days i.e. since 13th October when the six million mark was breached. And so, not just the achievements of the bandwagoneers, but also the visitors rate is a healthy average of four thousand per calendar day. That is a wow.

And plus it is also Diwali today. Greetings once again, to one and all – friends, readers and of course, co-conspirators. :) Have a wonderful celebration of lights that bring in blessings of peace and happiness into your household. Cheers to all.

And, now where was I. Ah yes, I had just started ruminating about the tribulations that I had got into, on 5th October, the day of the jackal; no sorry, wrong author; the day of the gangout.

Picking up the thread where I had started a few paragraphs earlier – Us din mujhe achhi daant padi – got an earful to listen from the family. Waah, kya mazaa aaya, both with ghar ki family and gangout family.

To put it in context for those who may not be aware. I was initially planning to come down to Bangalore for the get together. Being festival days, a family get together was also planned at home. As luck would have it, it got decided for the same day. I tried to get it changed, but too many other variables were there. So I relented and stayed home. Now the extended family were all at home on the ground floor. All was sailing along pretty well and smooth. And then. . .

And then around 11.10 am, the phone rang.

Now, why is it that the ring of the phone sounds sinisterly creepy, when something of ominous flavor is about to happen. Suddenly that ring of the phone seems to be the only sound present in the room, despite that there may be twenty people talking in that room. That day, that call, that ring – it felt that way.

The freezing voice at the other end was that of Mastermind, trying the NA Ansarique effect. It would send cold chills running down the spines of seasoned henchmen. The message said that the mob had gathered. It was important for all mobsters to attend, since the heist being planned was really a big one. And all hands would be required for the operation. I was given the secret codes to dial into the Mastermind’s den, in the secret bunker in the electronic city down south. Of course, my absence in person was coldly disapproved. Signing on to the hideout hotline would be the only redeeming factor if I intended to avoid walking the plank. And the line was cut, the suddenness adding to the already thick air around me.

So unceremoniously taking leave from the family gathering, I ascended to the hidden communication center (a la ‘Aankhen (1968)). The codes were for a new and refined messaging system that had to be downloaded from a secret center in the Andes mountains of South America. I did not know that Mastermind has branches as far down as Falkland Islands – wow, the tentacles of Bombay industry are really spread far and wide. And with Mastermind, one is always in for a surprise.

I set up the comms and downloaded the new messaging software. At precisely 11:27 the message arrived from the bunker that my login into the gang network was accepted. The images slowly started to form on my computer screen, like the fog clearing up and the images of the portended adversary starts to form on the crystal ball of the wicked witch of the south tower. The first one to come in focus was Katie, also known as Ben Katie, the attractive and beautiful blonde gang member who had dialed in from across the seven seas, from the land of Al Capone and Don Corleone. I could go on about the beauty of her face and her eyes, but before that she chimed in with a gruff ‘kemchho’, and I was brusquely reminded of our first tryst in the distant land when I had made the momentous mistake of handing over the red rose meant for her, to another damsel in flight. I was still trying to figure out an appropriate set of words to once again apologize to her, when the second image flashed in and formed on the screen. This time it was the bunker down south, and the image of the Mastermind was prominent in a bright red shirt. His standard dress when he has to address the gang members. He seemed to be bright and relaxed, but I was saddened a little bit to observe that the last of the black has left his hairline, leaving behind a hay field covered with snow. Maybe that is where he gets his freezing accent and icy temperament.

As the scenario at the den cleared up, I could see a very domesticated and social scene. Mastermind has his ways to camouflage the scenarios very expertly, since the onetime three years ago when an electronic eavesdropper had taken video recordings of an earlier such meeting that were selectively leaked to the authorities. Our Mastermind was still a few steps ahead in the game and was able to leave that particular hideout (in Zurich) ahead of the police raid, and headed to Amsterdam where he is based now. He still rues the loss of the Zurich bunker that was complete with the bar overflowing will wines of all vintage, the card tables, slot machines, the band on one side including the essential bongo players, the dancing girls in skimpy outfits, the roving hostesses with bunny ears, and the bouncers, big and heavy, with a menacing look on their faces that could freeze the most expressive conversationalists. Plus yes, it had one of the most modern projection theatres, where we were allowed to watch only the reel stories that included Helen and NA Ansari.

The scene that presented itself today was a far cry from the original. But I know Mastermind. He has learnt the electronic tricks very quickly, and now has the knack of showing in the frame what he wants the world to see. Just like the geniuses of the ilk of Satyajit Ray and Michaelangelo Antonioni. He knows and he manages everything in the frame and outside it. But lets the world see only the frame. And as for the bouncers, today I could see just one such person also wearing a red T-shirt with black stripes, trying his hardest to conceal the frowns and the menace in his facial muscles behind a large smile of sparkling white Pepsodent teeth. He was smiling too often and that was a giveaway. Maybe needs more training from the Mastermind.

The ladies of the mob were very respectfully dressed, and I marveled at the Mastermind’s eye for detail. I knew that the guns would be just an arm’s length away, just on the edge of the frame. But in the frame, it was really a very homely scene. No matter now experienced the eavesdropper be, now there is no way to get anything out of the Mastermind’s frame and its transmissions across the international net. Gosh, even the food was planned so well. Now I was feeling like a cad for not having traveled down to the bunker for the meeting.

Introductions came into order. Some of the gang members I had met before. I mentioned Ben Katie a few sentences before. Also present was Whiplash, the newest and the youngest recruit to the mob, who also goes by the name of Peevesie. To the unlettered unfortunates of this world, it sounds like a code for an adhesive, but for the more erudite in the human race, she is the young spirit of chaos. Surely one marvels at the Mastermind’s planning. In sticky situations, especially when there is danger to life or limb, or one is stuck on the alphabet letter to identify suitable lyrics, what one needs is a diversion. What a better agent for that than Peeves (blessed be JK Rowling). The young lady was accompanied by her mother. And in case you are unable to guess, she goes by the name Peevesie’s Mom. The cryptic-ism fits so well into the gang. Glad to know that at least one family is carrying forward the gang traditions. That is a healthy start and a very positive outlook for future generations and for the ultimate good of mankind and this world.

I have had the good fortune of hosting both of them on a very curricular and academic visit that they made to my city few months back. One is always glad to see the best side of co-conspirators – lends a lot of confidence and gumption to the team. I say this because I was a bit taken aback to see the fierce side of Peevesie’s Mom. In one of the images (code no. DSCF9550) that got circulated after the meeting, she is carrying the expression that enough to stop in tracks, any weak hearts that be subjected to it. I was later to find out that Mastermind was telling about the security breach at the Zurich bunker and how the electronic eavesdropping had happened. Turns out that it was an inside job, and when Mastermind revealed the name, that is when the expression to kill came on that otherwise docile face. :D :D

Coming to the gang members I had not met before. But before that, I must bring up an important point. As I scanned the scenario, and also confirmed from the images later, every member present at this meeting in the bunker had a part of dress that was red or a variation thereof. I must remember this for the future meetings, and so must you. You must have an attire that has a red piece, or else you will be denied entrance to the meeting. Mastermind, Peevesie, her mom, the menacing strong man (I will come to him in just a bit), all were wearing a red top. And the other two ladies, although not wearing a red top, were still compliant to the rule by wearing red trousers.

So coming to the two ladies. One of them, who was wearing a yellow top that day, goes by the name Aparna HM. (Some diligent digging on the side reveals that HM stands for Her Majesty). I daresay, she has a dignified and stately presence – a lady of few words. I have been in electronic communication with her earlier on the matter of the mob, and it was nice to be introduced to her in person. And the second lady, we were informed, is Savitri ji, the sister of Mastermind. As reported, her presence was in the role of the formal host to the gangland gathering, and she was also the arranger and provider of the gastronomical fare, to see the gang members through the grueling day that is was supposed to be

And now that leaves the strong man. This ‘gentleman’ (given the constant smile, I must say), belongs to the region further east of the bunker location. There have been rumors that he is the driving light behind (or maybe in the front of) the ‘Chennai Express’, but these assertions are as yet unconfirmed. It seems he had traveled overnight to be present for the meeting. He came all armed and prepared with the electronic gizmos to ensure that no security breaches would happen at this meeting. He is known in the gang as the ‘YIPPEEEE’ hood. The pseudonym continues to be a mystery thus far within the gang. Mastermind has allowed him to take liberty with the code name, since he is running some very important technical projects for the gang. I have tried to ferret out this information from other members who know him more closely. None is sure, but it is possible that the code name stands for ‘Yahoo In Pentamodal Project of Euphonious and Enchanting Enjoyable Entities’. The definitive description of this expansion of the acronym will be known as soon as one of the gang members will have enough courage to ask ‘Déjà vu 007’. Ah yes, that is the code name of the ‘gentleman’ strong man. He has won his spurs following the trails laid down by the now legendary James Bond of the Universal Exports of London, and the Déjà vu part comes from the iconic ‘You Only Live Twice’ adventure of his idol.

After the introductions were done, the next item on the agenda was the individual reporting by each gang member. For this, Mastermind had laid out a brilliant scheme. In the remotest of remote possibilities that any intruder into the electronic space was trespassing, one – he would get no visual information, because of the domesticated frame that had been set in the visual of the messaging system, and two – if someone was recording the audio he would simply get no information about the gang’s machinations and undertakings, since the conversation was codified in musical terms. The eavesdropper would be convinced that the group was playing a game of ‘Antaakshri’. The fact that all members of the gang are confirmed dyed-in-the-wool fans of music, and they carry such in depth knowledge that it is routine for all of us to be communicating all gang related information in musical terms, be it verses, melodies, translations or even qawwaalis. Well, you have to be able to join the gang to get the real flavor of this expertise. And oh yes, by the way, you need to have this expertise to join the gang. Now you may want to mull over it as to what comes first.

So, in any case, the reporting was started and each member who was present in bunker, and those who had logged in remotely, i.e. Ben Katie and myself, we all were supposed to present our reports in musical terms to the group. I was somewhat unprepared with my homework, and was hesitant, lest my reporting be construed as erroneous and out of tune. Ben Katie came to my rescue at this moment, with the assurance that whatever technical expertise Déjà vu had brought with him to this meeting, he still does not have an electronic method to transfer rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes across the internet space to remote participants. And so, the two of us were very safe. This thought was such a relief, after which I whole heartedly participated in reporting activity.

To a casual eavesdropper, it may sound as a load of tuneful gibberish, but the message was well received within the team. As for me, I was to report on my information gathering activities of the recent few months. For my latest assignment, I had actually got into a sticky situation recently. While trying to extract the schedule and sea route information on the next consignment of gold coming in from South Africa to the government of India, I had slipped up a little bit. And I had a lucky escape by just a razor’s edge, with a couple of rose cheeked female operatives hot on my heels. Any other day, I would gladly have let myself be overpowered by such enchanting and gorgeous pursuers, but not that day. It was a matter of gangland honor. So my report was presented as follows,

Laal laal gaal jaan pe hain laagu
O dekh dekh dekh dil pe rahe kaabu
Ho chor chor chor bhaag pardesi baabu

While this reporting round was in progress, we heard a crackle on communication channels. AKD, also known as ‘AK Country Face’, was trying to connect in from the western region, that is the famous playground of the likes of Chhota S and D Ibrahim. Ben Katie was the first to catch on, and happily announced the arrival of AKD. He seemed to be having some problems in connecting into the channels. So I got onto a direct voice call with him and tried to help him. We got him into the system but the problems continued. Sometimes it was the visual that played truant, and other times it was the audio that simply wouldn’t duplex. If we heard him, then he could not hear us. And the other way round, if he heard us, we couldn’t hear him. Intermittently, the connection would be full duplex, but such interludes lasted just seconds. As soon as we seemed to have an established channel, Mastermind requested AKD to give his report. But unfortunately, the channel started getting noise amplification, and the connection was lost. This scenario got repeated multiple times in the next one hour or so. Every time we thought we had a settled connect, Mastermind would address AKD requesting for the report. And swearing by the wave packets on the internet, each and every time the connection was lost. After the first couple of times, it almost became comical, and predictable. The visual of AKD would appear, his sound would come thru, Mastermind would request for the report, and voila, the connection is gone. So much so that as it progressed, in the later iterations, Mastermind simply had to say ‘AKD?’, and whoosh, the image would evaporate and silence descended on the line. After a few trials, AKD gave up trying to connect in.

Just a side thought here, I am sharing with you, please do not say anything to AKD. I think he too was not prepared with his home work for the meeting, i.e. the report out to the team. Now why else would the connection be lost every single time when he was requested to give the report. That is too much of a coincident. But in any case, the matter of further reporting was deferred to the next meeting (which is to be scheduled).

Next item on agenda was the report out by Déjà vu on the ‘YIPPEEEE’ project. The massive data that has been extracted from various classified sources, has been categorized and catalogued as per the requirements agreed upon by the team. To maintain security and to avoid this data falling into wrong hands, Déjà vu has assembled the current latest version onto a high power, high security and high capacity solid state storage device. This is a steel encased device size of a tiny chewing gum strip, but I am told it will hold data that will fill at least 10 thousand pages. Now we know that the ‘YIPPEEEE’ project is in right hands. No no, I do not mean that Déjà vu has two right hands. He is very normal with one right and one left hand. I mean the project is being managed by the correct person in the team.

Déjà vu also explained that the device will be physically sent to each member of the gang, so they can make copies of data for future reference, reporting and usage. As per current status, the device has already passed through the hands of our fearless leader, Raanchiwaala Gaanewaala, and has now reached me. I am supposed to send it forward to AKD now.

At this point, lunch was announced by the gracious hostess at the bunker. It was a silent sigh of relief that escaped my lips. No, no, food was not the main thing on my mind. I was fasting that day. The relief was that I got a break to descend into my family gathering for a few minutes, to mend some offended minds.

Joining back after lunch, the gathering was enhanced by the arrival of an as yet non-member, invited on special request to attend as an observer cum participant. As I gathered from the conversation, it was kind of an initiation for her into the gang. Her name was codified as ‘illuminating’. She is a friend of Déjà vu. The members present very much appreciated the fact that she already was adhering to the dress code for these meetings. (Please see above, for details about the dress code). She participated actively in the initiation and does seem to be a promising candidate to join the gang.

The first item on the agenda after lunch was related to gangster training. Déjà vu is a big one on training and is continuously upgrading the skills of team members. For this session, he had brought with him a code scrambling software. The conversation and the inter team messages are already codified in form of Hindi film songs before being shared or transmitted. At this session, Déjà vu took this dexterity to the next level of complexity. The software he brought would further scramble the messages codified as Hindi film songs, and then play them back. The contest was to identify the correct Hindi song code from the scrambled version that was being played. It was somewhat a difficult task, but then the team is also very well versed with this codification by now. Across the team, we were able to identify 80 to 85 % of the codified and scrambled messages. We all deserve a good pat on the back for that. :)

At this point, Mastermind threw open the floor and free conversations flowed. Topics from all aspects of gangland activity were covered – financial transactions through Papua New Guinea, automotive consignments going in containers, from Australia to Peru and Bolivia, tomatoes and jack fruit shipping from China to Maldives through the Straits of Martban, setting up the neo-Dunkirk beachhead, ahead of the posited change in the EU governance that is being so masterfully negotiated by Mastermind sitting in Amsterdam, plans for the pan-Asian single currency policy akin to the Euro plan in Europe (incidentally, the name suggested for this currency is ‘Me:)’ as opposed to ‘Eu-ro’), technology options for re freezing of the Arctic ice cap and the fees to be charged to world governments etc. On this last item, Déjà vu reported that Lesotho, Afghanistan and the central Asian republics have refused the offer, saying they do not have a coastline, and so the melting or freezing of the Arctic ice cap is inconsequential from their perspective. Ben Katie was charged with the task to convince these states that the Arctic ice cap still mattered for these states, and that they cannot refuse paying the fees that other nations were to be subjected to. Aha, knowing the persistent and persuasive temperament of Ben Katie, this is a job that is given to just the right person. ;)

In case you are wondering – ah yes, this entire conversation was in music code, just as the individual reporting that happened before. All the names, terms, events, plans etc. were codified in terms of Ghulam Haider, Khemchand Prakash, Sahir Ludhianvi, Hansraj Behl, Mahendra Kapoor, Paakeezah, Laxmikant Pyaarelal, Ravi, Rafi, Sudha Malhotra, Mubarak Begum, Ilyaraj, Bappi Lahiri, RDB and Kishore Kumar, AR Rehman, Shailendra, Shammi Kapoor, GM Durrani, Khan Mastaana, Asha Parekh, Jeetendra, so on and so forth. The planning was just perfect, and so was the contributions by all gang members. Any casual eavesdropper would have mistaken this meeting to be a gathering of the diehard lovers of Hindi film music.

After another one and one half hour of this open floor exchange, Ben Katie announced the departure from the meeting. It was getting to be 2 am in her time zone, and she had activities planned for the subsequent morning. After about another hour or so, Peevesie and her mom announced their departure from the Bunker as Peevesie had some travel planned for next day. The rest of the meeting still continued with the same steam, with one notable change. With the departure of the three ladies, Ben Katie, Peevesie and Peevesie’s Mom, it seemed that Mastermind came in to his true presence. The rest of the meeting was monopolized by the near total monologue by him, outlining his plans for the new world order, takeover of the financial-industrial complex of the three major continents, plans for the protection of living species of all colors and flavors, setting up of new technology initiatives to disprove the Darwin’s theory of evolution that in any case did not explain 95% of the world’s natural inhabitants, setting up of the new world architectural authority to oversee all aspects of usage of wood and clay in construction of new habitation, plans for cultural and artistic reciprocal exchange agreement with the social authorities on the inhabited planets in Alpha Centauri and Andromeda Miniora and more. He was the gushing self that he is known for, brilliant in more than just patches. But most of us though were left wondering – why after the departure of the three ladies. :D :D.

And of course, if you are still wondering , this entire exchange was also completely and meticulously codified in Hindi film music terms, just as all the conversations for the day that went by. The topic and terminology simply kept on expanding to include the detailed discussion on Rafi songs, Hemant Kumar and the music of Naagin, music of the some of the lesser known directors in the industry, and many many more. From all appearances, it was clear that the team is all very well honed in this craft by now.

We all contributed our bits to this exchange. I was taking short breaks in between, to present myself at the family gathering in progress, but would soon return to my station, lest I would miss any major item that needed my inputs and attention. Then, just past the 6.30 pm mark, the consensus announcement was made to close the meeting for the day. Déjà vu had travel to accomplish to reach back his habitation, and others, including myself, had other things to return to. I closed the work station and descended to the family gathering. And I repeat what I said at the beginning of this report – mujhe achhi daant padi – got an earful to listen from the family.

But the good thing is that all participants agreed to declare this day’s convention as a rip-roaring success, and unanimously passed the resolution to have follow up get togethers. Next possibility that was suggested and is under consideration is the gangout in Bombay in December, when Ben Katie will be in India on a planned trip. Plans are afoot and the participants are requested to post their suggestions, ideas etc. Schedule and agenda decisions will be circulated soon.

And so ended the marathon day. There are two items that still need an honorable mention, that have not been covered in the above report.

The first relates to the gourmet details that were incidentally shared after the meeting, in electronic exchanges. Gosh, what a feast to miss. I would have jogged all the way from my city to the bunker in south, had I known the details, and had it not been a fasting day for me. From little that was exchanged, here are some details of the gourmet fare that was arranged for that day. The following is the real quote from the message sent by Aparna HM – “Rajaji’s sister toh stuffed us with varieties of food. Dosas, coffee, tea, juice, pulav, chapaatis, raitha, rasam, rice, biscuits, chakkuli muruku and what not!! Are you people thinking that we are gluttons?? Yes, all of us were that for a day, each dish was invariably delicious. Ooohhhhhh!!!!”.

To the above, Sadanand ji responded with the following note – “When Bangalore Gangout meet was in progress. I was on my way back to Mumbai from Kolhapur. In any case, with so many of my favourite breakfast items mentioned , I felt Google Hangout was useless for me even if I was successful in using it. “Hangout mein ‘meet-up’ ho sakta hai per ‘eat-up’ nahin ho sakta.”

Sadnanad ji, I am so much in agreement with you. And I continue to regret the timing and my decision not to be present in person at the meeting. :(

The second relates to another exchange that followed the discussion on the gastronomical fare. It started with Aparna HM announcing that- “I am not much of a talker, like to listen and observe. But between Mastermind, Peevesei and Peevesie’s Mom, meri toh bolti band ho gayi.”

What followed was totally unbelievable. The participants and even non-participants piled on rapidly, one over the other, to claim the fame of being a quiet person. The rub is that everyone, and I mean everyone, claim this honor, whereas we know, especially from the days’ proceedings, some of these claims WILL NOT hold water. But I say that without specifying, and leave it to the readers to come to their own conclusions.

First it was Thandapani from far, far north, one of the non attendees. Then came Déjà vu, followed by Bharat ji from the land of AKD. Then the surprise one – from Peevesie’s Mom. And then the bombshell from Mastermind himself – if, as he said, if Peevesie’s mom claims to be a “quiet” type, then he too is a “quiet” type. There was an immediate expression from Peevesie’s mom, who beat me to this comment – Sub log quiet hain toh hum bhi quiet hai…. Toh phir yahan bol kaun raha hai.

Million dollar question – yes, if everyone claims that they are the quiet type, then who was doing the talking that day? I continue to wonder. . .

With that poser, I close this remote report out to the Bangalore Gangout of 5th October. Maybe this enigma will get on to the agenda for the next meeting in December. Till then, just chill, and visit the blog daily.

Cheers

About this song. As I was searching for a zestful melody which talks of togetherness and singing, I ran across this wonderfully zany number from the 1952 film ‘Jeevan Nauka’. Now this film comes from down south, from Madras, the banner being K & K Productions, and is directed by K Wembo. Star cast includes B Saroja Devi, Indira Acharya, Baby Girija, Thikkurisi, Sukumaran Nair, Sabestian Kunju Baghaathaar, Muthukullam Raghavan Pillai, SP Pillai, Mathappan, Pankaj Valli and Jaanamma Jagthamma. Wo, that was quite a mouthful list of names.

The film has 13 songs that are written by Ramesh Gupta, Bharat Vyas and MG Adeeb. This song is from the pen of MG Adeeb. Also, there are two music directors, Shankar Rao Vyas and Pt Gobind Ram. This song is composed by Pt Gobind Ram. The singing voices are of Shamshad Begum and Mohammed Rafi. And as I said, a wonderfully zany number, put together very interestingly. Listen and enjoy.


Song-Prem ke suhaane geet ga (Jeewan Nauka)(1952) Singers-Shamshad Begam, Rafi, Lyrics-M G Adeeb, MD-Pt Govind Ram
Both

Lyrics

prem ke suhaane geet gaa
prem ke suhaane geet gaa
zindagi ke saaz par
dil ki awaaz par
prem ke suhaane geet gaa
raat ye suhaani hai
pyaar ki nishaani hai
prem ke suhaane geet gaa

taaron ki ye baaraat
kaisi khushi ki baat
hai tera mera saath
prem ke suhaane geet gaa

preet ke behne lagey dhaare
tere sahaare
ho jeevan naiyyaa paar kinaare

baahen galey mein donon daare
jannat se pyaare
dil ki baazi haare
prem ke suhaane geet gaa

o o o mere dil ki chaandni
(aaa aaa aaaa aaaaa)
dil mein samaa jaa tu
(aaa aaa aaaaaa aaaa)
o o o mere dil ke chaand
(ooo ooo ooo ooooo)
mere dil mein zaraa aa tu
(ooo ooo ooo ooo ooooo)
aarzoo hai tujhko meri
mujhko teri bhi
preet ke behne lagey dhaare
tere sahaare
ho jeevan naiyyaa paar kinaare

baahen galey mein donon daare
jannat se pyaare
dil ki baazi haare
prem ke suhaane geet gaa

hoo ooo ooo
la la la laallal la
laallal la la lalla

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Hindi script lyrics (Provided by Sudhir)
—————————————–
प्रेम के सुहाने गीत गा
प्रेम के सुहाने गीत गा
ज़िंदगी के साज पर
दिल की आवाज़ पर
प्रेम के सुहाने गीत गा
रात ये सुहानी है
प्यार की निशानी है
प्रेम के सुहाने गीत गा

तारों की ये बारात
कैसी खुशी की बात
है तेरा मेरा साथ
प्रेम के सुहाने गीत गा

प्रीत के बहने लगे धारे
तेरे सहारे
हो जीवन नैय्या पार किनारे

बाहें गले में दोनों दारे
जन्नत से प्यारे
दिल की बाज़ी हारे
प्रेम के सुहाने गीत गा

ओ ओ ओ मेरे दिल की चाँदनी
(आss आss आsss आsssss)
दिल में समा जा तू
(आss आss आsssss आsss)
ओ ओ ओ मेरे दिल के चाँद
(ओss ओss ओsss ओssss)
मेरे दिल में ज़रा आ तू
(ओss ओss ओss ओsss ओssss)
आरज़ू है तुझको मेरी
मुझको तेरी भी
प्रीत के बहने लगे धारे
तेरे सहारे
हो जीवन नैय्या पार किनारे

बाहें गले में दोनों दारे
जन्नत से प्यारे
दिल की बाज़ी हारे
प्रेम के सुहाने गीत गा

होss ओss ओss
ला ला ला लललला
लललला ला ला लल्ला


This article is meant to be posted in atulsongaday.me. If this article appears in sites like lyricstrans.com and ibollywoodsongs.com etc then it is piracy of the copyright content of atulsongaday.me and is a punishable offence under the existing laws.

Today (23 october 2014) is the festival of deepaawali. This festival is supposed to bring joy and happiness in the lives of everyone. I can certainly vouch for that. My main computer that has been hijacked by my wife for the last few days was surprisingly available to me this morning. I wake up earlier than others on the pretext of letting the dog out and teaching the daughter. The dogs were wide awake as usual but my daughter (and wife) are not (as usual). That gave me the opportunity of sitting on my main computer and try and give finishing touch to the posts for the day.

Just as I thought I could get away unnoticed, I found my wife questioning me why I was seated on the computer. I assured her that I needed this computer only for another half an hour then it would be all hers for her to play her computer game. My wife is addicted to an old computer game installed in the computer and she has spent most of her waking time playing that game from last sunday onwards. :)

When not at the computer, she would nag me for getting the pending jobs in the household done. Why the electrician is not arriving ? why the gas supplier has not delivered the cylinder ? What are you doing about all that vegetation that has grown up all over ? etc etc.

After three days of her nagging, some progress was made yesterday. Electricians arrived at the house just as I was leaving for the office. After they attended the routine works, my wife asked them about the inverter (My inverter is out of order for last ten days, remember ?). The electricians gave her some vague address of a place where invertors get repaired. In the afternoon, I asked my wife and daughter to join me in going to this place. We took the invertor with us (my wife and daughter detached the two wires connecting the invertor with the battery while I looked on :)). After asking around, we managed to find the place. The owner took a look at the invertor and informed that the invertor was alright. Perhaps it was the battery that was defective. Let us bring the battery as well, my wife suggested. So we went back home. The battery is so heavy, why are we going to take that to the shop, I wondered. We managed to load the heavy battery in the car and went back to the repair shop.

Realising that the battery costed the most in an invertor setup, my wife gave me her main ATM card to withdraw money from an ATM. Recently, I changed her ATM PIN at her behest and told her the new number. Some time later, when she went to an ATM to withdraw money, she had forgotten the number and was unable to use the ATM card. She phoned me to ask the number which I did not remember either. She tried various combinations, at the rate of two combinations daily, but to no avail. There are some private banks that freeze the ATM card after two wrong combinations, but fortunately her sarkaari bank was more lenient. Recently, when she joined me during the dashara festival, she gave me the task of finding out the forgotten ATM PIN. After trying unsuccessfully for two days, I managed to find the correct PIN on the third day ! That came as a big relief to both of us and that came as a big relief to her for her shopping spree.

To cut a long story short, she said that the battery was going to cost money so we should have enough money for that. She gave me her ATM. I went to the ATM booth that I could found. I used the card to withdraw money and I got the message that the ATM did not have cash ! Fortunately there was another ATM in the booth. I typed in a lesser amount while using that ATM and fortunately that ATM had that much money.

Flush with the cash, we went back to the place where we had left our invertor. I stopped the car as close to the shop as the busy festival traffic would allow. While I stayed in the car, my wife and daughter took the battery towards the shop located on the first floor of the shopping complex.

After a while, I realised that people did not seem to mind my way of parking. One may park anyway one feels like here, as long as road traffic can pass. In fact the vehicle ahaed of me was so parked that it has blocked the road going to a bylane, but no one seemed to mind that either. Thus assured, I left the car parked and went to the shop.

The shopowner told us that the battery was defective as it had completed its life of four years and a new battery was required to be procured. He gave us an option of two batteries. We chose the one with three years warranty. How much does this weigh? I asked. The shopowner told us that the battery we were buying was 52 KG whereas our old one was 40 KG. My wife and daughter had brought 40 KG battery to the first floor shop without realising how heavy it was ! The shopkeeper sent one of his staff with the new battery to the car where it was kept in the car whereas that staff followed us in his two wheeler to our residence.

The invertor and battery were connected and the invertor began to function flawlessly as before. After that I am waiting for the electicity to go off so that the inveror may show its worth, but the spoilsport bijli is refusing to go away. :)

In the evening, when I momentarily got hold of the main computer while the wife was away, I found that internet was not working on the computer ! On diagnosis, the message flashed was that the wifi was switched off in the computer. The router was functioning all right because other devices (viz smartphones etc) were working on wifi alright. So it meant that the wifi in the laptop was accidentally swiched off. Blaming one’s better half is a risky proposition but then internet connectivity is a serious matter for me, so I took the risk of blaming her while she in turn tried to blame me and our daughter for it. In the meanwhile I tried to find the way of turning the wifi on. I asked my daughter to search the solution on her smartphone. We tried various sulutions. Then one solution given was that there was a wifi slider in the computer that had to be slided. I asked my daughter to search for it. She looked for it and found it in the front, towards the left. She slided it and the wifi got activated again. !

My wife now sheepishly admitted that it was her left hard that had stuck at that position and she had slided that slider without realising what it meant. So finally all was well.:)

On this occasion, here is a happy family song from “Amba”(1980). This song is a mega affair, as it is sung by five singers and chorus and it picturised on a whole kunba which is happy and is seen celebrating various festivals like Deewaali, holi etc. Manhar Udhas,Suresh Wadkar, Anuradha Paudwal,Kavita Krishnamurthy, Mohammed Aziz are the singers while the song is picturised on Shabana Azmi, Sujit Kumar, Dulaari, Kanwaljeet Singh,Anil Kapoor, Kiran Juneja, Jaya Mathur, Meenakshi Sheshadri, Radheshyam, Shivraj, Rajan Sippy, Sudhir Pandey, Birbal, Yunus Parwez, Master Rajat Dube, Satish Shah etc.

Anand Bakshi is the lyricist. Music is composed by Laxmikant Pyarelal.

Lyrics of this song were sent to me by Prakashchandra.

On the occasion of Deepaawali, I wish happy and safe deepaawali to one and all. Let the forthcoming new year bring joy, happiness and prosperity in the lives of all of us.

Audio

Video

Song-Ek swarg hai aasmaan par (Amba)(1990) Singers-Manhar Udhas, Suresh Wadkar, Anuradh Paudwal, Kavita Krishnamurthy, Mohammed Aziz, Lyrics-Anand Bakshi, MD-Laxmikant Pyarelal

Lyrics(Provided by Prakashchandra)

ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par

ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par

aasman ke swarg se sundar
swarg ye hamaara hai
wahaan jaane kya hai kya nahin hai
yahaan ghar hamaara hai

ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par
aasmaan ke swarg se sundar
swarg ye hamaara hai
wahaan jaane kya hai kya nahin hai
yahaan ghar hamaara hai

ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par

ho o o o
o o o o o
ye saari duniya kehti hai
iss ghar mein Amba rehti hai
iss ghar mein Amba rehti hai

o o o o o
o o o o
mat samjho ek makaan hai ye
devi maa ka vardaan hai ye
iss baat ka sabko dhyaan rahey
iss ghar ki oonchi shaan rahey

hamko maa tera kehna
jaan se bhi pyaara hai

wahan jaane kya hai kya nahin hai
yahan ghar hamaara hai
ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par

meri aisi bahoo
aise bachche
sanjog hai mere kitne achche ae
sanjog hai mere kitne achche

maa tu hum sabki maataa hai
tujhe kaun zyaadaa bhaata hai
iss ghar ki shaan hai tum sabse
meri jaan mein jaan hai tum sabse
koyee dil ka hai tukda
koyee aankh ka taaraa hai

wahaan jaane kya hai kya nahin hai
yahaan ghar hamaara hai
ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par

sapnon ke deep jalaao
aao pyaar ki jyot jagaao
aisi hai ye pyaar ki jyoti
jo kabhi bhi kam na hoti

ho o o o o
o o o o o
ye raat hai deeponwaali
maanaa hai aaj deewaali

maata teri mamtaa ka ye
saaraa ujiyaara hai
wahaan jaane kya hai kya nahin hai
yahaan ghar hamaara hai
ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par

ho o o o
aa aa aa aa aa a a aa
ho ohho o
ho ho ho o
ho ohho o
ho ho ho o

ho din aayaa bada ye rangeelaa
ho din aayaa bada ye rangeelaa
rang bikhar gayaa neelaa peelaa

ho mat chhed
haan mat chhed
qayamat kar doongi
teri maa se shikayat kar doongi
teri maa se shikayat kar doongi
tyohaar ye logon holi ka
yaa khel hai aankh michholi ka

pakdoongaa main peechhe daudoongaa
bhaabhi tujhe rang`ke chhodoonga

ankhiyaan kahaan hain devar ji
kahaan ye ishaara hai
ankhiyaan kahaan hain devar ji
kahaan ye ishaara hai
wahaan jaane kya hai kya nahin hai
yahaan ghar hamaara hai
ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par
aasman ke swarg se sundar
swarg ye hamaara hai
wahaan jaane kya hai kya nahin hai
yahaan ghar hamara hai
ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par
ek swarg hai aasmaan par
ek swarg hai dharti par


This article is written by Sudhir, a fellow enthusiast of Hindi movie music and a contributor to this blog. This article is meant to be posted in atulsongaday.me. If this article appears in sites like lyricstrans.com and ibollywoodsongs.com etc then it is piracy of the copyright content of atulsongaday.me and is a punishable offence under the existing laws.

Happy Diwali.

Greetings to all dear fellow travelers of this musical voyage, and all dear friends and readers on this blog. Another new celebration of the festival of lights – may it illuminate your life with the brilliance of joy and happiness. And may it bring blessings of good health, peace and satisfying prosperity – blessings that may come visiting, and then continue staying in your household. Till the time when it is due for celebration again, and this greeting will be refreshed – again.
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