Ghunghat ki aad mein, dilbar ka deedar adhoora rehta hai...
jab tak na mile aashiq ki nazar, yeh pyaar adhoora rehta hai...
Ek main, aur ek tu, dono mile is tarah...
mar gayi main, mit gayi main
ooori aaari...teri deewani...
deewani...deewani...deewani...
pari hoon main (again)...mujhe na choona...
naa jaane koi, ksisi hai yeh zindagani...
humari adhoori kahani...
oooooooo....haaanhaaanhaaannnnnn....
saason ka maala mein simuru main tera naam...
teri deewani (whats going on???)...teeeeeri deewani...
yeh mera dil, pyaar ka deewana...
deewana deewana, pyaar ka mastana/ parvana (?)
Showing posts with label garba. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garba. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Garba over the years - Part 1
Ley gayi dil mera manchali,
khalibali khalibali, khalibali khalibali...
I have always enjoyed Navratri in Gujarat, albeit from a distance. A few times, that I actually got into the field, the disasters (one of them included punching a big fat aunty on her face in Baroda) convinced me that I was not meant for this graceful dancing style.
Pardesia, yeh sach hai piya...
Log kehte hain maine...tujhko dil de diya...
The singers here today are actually good, and music loud and jarring. But I can still enjoy the festivity in the air.
Pari hoon main, mujhe naa choona...
While in school, most garbas (Arkee, United Way, Vaccine) were places to see pretty girls. The first year I visited with my parents, but next year onwards it was only with friends. I would hook onto one girl I liked the best, and would continue looking at her. She would come in front once every round...those were the days...
Khaike paan banaras waala, khul jaaye band akal ka taala...
Garbas in NID were a different affair, I ended up avoiding most of them. I especially remember the garba in first year when I visited only once on the last day for the pooja.
Brazeeeel....(this was actually pure fusion as the words after this were completely in Gujarati)!
I thought I was a purist as far as music is concerned. But I am quite in favour of fusion now. The fusion one hears during Navratri is both innovative as well as entertaining.
Jay Ambe maata ni jai!
khalibali khalibali, khalibali khalibali...
I have always enjoyed Navratri in Gujarat, albeit from a distance. A few times, that I actually got into the field, the disasters (one of them included punching a big fat aunty on her face in Baroda) convinced me that I was not meant for this graceful dancing style.
Pardesia, yeh sach hai piya...
Log kehte hain maine...tujhko dil de diya...
The singers here today are actually good, and music loud and jarring. But I can still enjoy the festivity in the air.
Pari hoon main, mujhe naa choona...
While in school, most garbas (Arkee, United Way, Vaccine) were places to see pretty girls. The first year I visited with my parents, but next year onwards it was only with friends. I would hook onto one girl I liked the best, and would continue looking at her. She would come in front once every round...those were the days...
Khaike paan banaras waala, khul jaaye band akal ka taala...
Garbas in NID were a different affair, I ended up avoiding most of them. I especially remember the garba in first year when I visited only once on the last day for the pooja.
Brazeeeel....(this was actually pure fusion as the words after this were completely in Gujarati)!
I thought I was a purist as far as music is concerned. But I am quite in favour of fusion now. The fusion one hears during Navratri is both innovative as well as entertaining.
Jay Ambe maata ni jai!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Vagaries of an Idle mind!
Some of the past few attempts of writing a blog-post have failed miserably, perhaps I was way too ambitious and blah blah blah...
Anyway this is dedicated to two of my very faithful comrades in office - Shweta and Krity! Both are phenomenal women, and they work like mad - mad with a CAPITAL M! And make me feel guilty all the time as I am sitting at home doing nothing and they are working so hard in office. Its rather unfair and am savoring the sweet taste of this unfairness with a tinge of bitterness...something like spoiled grape juice or some awesome wine or maybe
Something else very interesting is happening just outside my home, something which can potentially bring Nainital closer home. But I shall reserve that for the next post.
An interesting image in the paper today is Mallika Sarabhai doing Garba on the streets. How far will this take her in getting votes is debatable, but I like the picture nevertheless. Which brings me to the upcoming General Elections where I am not going to vote. In fact I have never voted. Its a shame and I hope there aren't many like me around. Sounds hollow...yeah I know! Crap! Bleep Bleep!
Lights, Camera, Action!
Anyway this is dedicated to two of my very faithful comrades in office - Shweta and Krity! Both are phenomenal women, and they work like mad - mad with a CAPITAL M! And make me feel guilty all the time as I am sitting at home doing nothing and they are working so hard in office. Its rather unfair and am savoring the sweet taste of this unfairness with a tinge of bitterness...something like spoiled grape juice or some awesome wine or maybe
Something else very interesting is happening just outside my home, something which can potentially bring Nainital closer home. But I shall reserve that for the next post.
An interesting image in the paper today is Mallika Sarabhai doing Garba on the streets. How far will this take her in getting votes is debatable, but I like the picture nevertheless. Which brings me to the upcoming General Elections where I am not going to vote. In fact I have never voted. Its a shame and I hope there aren't many like me around. Sounds hollow...yeah I know! Crap! Bleep Bleep!
Lights, Camera, Action!
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