jinhe naaaz hain hind par....

yeh kooche yeh neelam ghar dilkashi ke
yeh lut te hue karwan zindagi ke
kahan hain kahan hai muhafiz khudi ke
jinhe naaz hai hind par woh kahan hain
kahan hai kahan hai kahan hai

yeh kurpech galiyan yeh badnam baazar
yeh gumnaam rahi yeh sikkon ki jhankar
yeh ismat ke sauden yeh saudaun pe takrar
jinhe naaz hai hind par woh kahan hain
kahan hai kahan hai kahan hai

yeh sadiyon si bekhwaab sehmi si galiyan
yeh masli huin ad khili zald galiyan
yeh bikti hui khokli rang raliyan
jinhe naaz hai hind par woh kahan hain
kahan hai kahan hai kahan hai

woh ujle gareechon maian payal ki chan chan
thaki haari saanson pe table ki dhan dhan
woh ujle dareechon maian payal ki chan chan
thaki haari saanson pe table ki dhan dhan
yeh behrooh kamron me khansi ki than than
jinhe naaz hai hind par woh kahan hain
kahan hai kahan hai kahan hai

cf: Sahir Ludhiyanvi, Pyaasa: 1957

enough said....

yeh mehlon yeh takhton yeh tajon ki duniyan
yeh insaan ke dushman samajon ki duniya
yeh daulat ke bhooke rawazon ki duniya
yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaae to kya hai...
yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaae to kya hai...
har ek jism ghayal har ek rooh pyaasi
nigahon me uljhan dilon main udasi
yeh duniya hai ya aalme bad hawa si
yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaae to kya hai...
yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaae to kya hai...
yahan ek khilona hai insan ki hasti
yeh basti hai murda paraston ki basti
yahan par to jeevan se hai maut sasti
yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaae to kya hai...
yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaae to kya hai...

jala do ise bhoon dalon yeh duniya
mere samne se hatha do yeh duniya
tumhari hai tum hi sambhalon yeh duniya*

enough said...

*cf: Sahir Ludhiyanvi, Pyaasa: 1957

oh the horror the horror*

oh the horror the horror... they have shut down koyla... sigh... another one bites the dust... entire posts dedicated to the blissful elesium are now all that remain to speak of its greatness... sigh...

anyway moving on.. for one must... from all circumstances.. good, bad or ugly... i suppose one never knows, they may be renovating... re inventing, the place was always bloody packed so they can't 'ave shut 'cause they weren't doing well.. must be something else for sure... one has only hope to go on anyway...

in other news I am one step closer to gandhian self reliance... i bought a gas.. one of those all in one click the thing on.. wheee buzzz... flame things... for the koyla.. not that koyla.. the little black stuff... for the sheeshee.. there is also big floppy beanbag... its too comfortable.. now all we need to do is cultivate some women.. or get to know those hotties on the 9th floor and we'l never have to leave home ever again... poorn swaraj...

what does one have, if not hope.. eventually...

*cf: Heart of Darkness: Joseph Conrad