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more desi limericks……

more desi limericks…...

1. chak dey !!

a sohni kuddi from kalkatta,
decided to chak dey—fatta,
so she bowled a solid googly
throwing her hubby into the hooghly,
now,nobody knows his atta-patta !!

2. malaai maar key !!

a sweet young wife from chennai,
loved eating all the malaai,
“oh mere footey karam,
this girl has no sharram,”
said her sasu,seeing the empty kadahi !!

3. lassi peeyo ji !!

a healthy college girl from ambarsarr,
of eating-veating,she had no darr-varr !
once she ate chholey bhathoorey,
imagine—8 plates poorey !
and finished them with lassi—a jug bharr !!

 

desi limericks !

Desi Limericks !!

1.no truck !

a cute young girl from mumbai

got hitched to a famous halwai

when she asked for some laddus

he proved to be a khaddoos

so she said OK Tata Bye Bye !!

2. cat-scam !

a lovely lass from dilli

was so besotted with her billi

she slept with it every raat

it vanished on a chhoti si baat,

now the question-billi milli ki nahin milli ?

3. your slip is showing

a professor while taking a class

expained to a bright young lass

there’s many a slip

between cup and the lip

she said ” no more slips,I’m bindass ” !

 

A motivational piece….

The following piece, a real life story, was published in the Hindustan Times of 31.03.09 :


YOUNGEST CADAVER DONOR IN THE COUNTRY.
“We’ll Keep Her Soul Alive.” New Delhi, March 30, 2009.

SIXTEEN AND HALF-MONTH-OLD Abhilasha Rahurika became the youngest cadaver donor in the country when her parents agreed to donate her organs after she died of liver failure.


What made the donation truly touching was that Abhilasha’s parents had brought her to Delhi from Bhopal looking for a liver donor, but ended up donating her organs.They donated her kidneys and corneas, but doctors could not implant her heart as they could not find a matching recipient. In India, parents of only five children under two years have donated organs before. Abhilasha,who was admitted to Indraprastha Apollo Hospital for a liver transplant in early February, was declared brain dead on Feb 28th. She could not undergo a liver transplant because she had an underlying neurological condition— Hydrocephalus or abnormal accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid in the cavities of the brain — that wouldn’t have allowed her to survive the surgery.


“It’s commendable how easily her parents took such a courageous and a noble step which will surely give a new ray of hope to many patients”, said Dr Prathap C. Reddy, Chairman of Apollo group of hospitals. “We couldn’t save her but if through her we manage to save even one life, we’ll keep her soul alive forever,” said Rajendra Rahurikar, Abhilasha’s father, a Bhopal-based businessman.
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I was greatly inspired and motivated by what I read and so I had mailed the news item to Dr Pooja.She was also greatly moved and inspired by it and wrote a beautiful poem on the subjct matter.I reproduce the same here-below alongwith all the feedback and responses the poem and the poetess got from the readers. It will be observed that such inspiring stories touch many hearts alike.I feel happy for having inspired Dr Pooja and am also highly pleased to see the amount of positive feedback her poem has generated:
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Poetry
By Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Apr 17, 2009
Bijapur, pooza_29@yahoo.com


She is alive

The ambulance raced my baby
to the nearest hospital,
a race against time,
on my lap, crying she laid,
my hands clammy and lips quivering.

For the first time, I felt,
I may not race to the end of the road.
Her multiple organ failure,
left me with no questions,
but only answers.

The doctor left us alone saying,
“I am very sorry, she is no more,
The body is in the cadaver room”.
I told my wife, who was crying helplessly,
“Our child needs a bit of peace and rest”.

I went to the cadaver room,
where my baby was resting in peace.
I saw a man, unknown,
crying alone in the cadaver room.

I went close to him,
He said, “My wife breathed her last
in this hospital today.
I don’t know where is she here,
I am blind “.

I then heard my baby cry,
calling me to see her,
I felt her breath and presence,
I then donated her eyes
to that blind man,
and other organs to the needy.
Her heart alone din’t match
with any recepient,
Because it was beating in me.
————-
Seshu Sir, Thank you. She is very much alive in our hearts, in her parents and all the recipients of her organs. Thank you. Take care. Best wishes.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 19, 2009

Moving write, Pooja. Yes, truly she lives on.

Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad
Apr 19, 2009

Lina Madam, Thank you very much. This real incident, has touched everyone’s heart. Let us help the needy and see them smile again. Best wishes.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 19, 2009

Asha Madam, I am very happy to read your response to my poem. Her parents really deserve a standing ovation. They made a few breathe again by donating her organs, and the baby is alive in them. Thank you once again. Best regards.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 19, 2009

Amar Sir, Thank you very much. It gives me immense pleasure to read your response. It is a very heart touching incident and I take this opportunity to thank the child’s parents for having taken this bold step and see her alive in all the recipients of her organs. Best wishes.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 19, 2009


Sathya Sir, The moment I wrote the poem and read it again, my eyes were also flooded with tears. Thank you for appreciating my sensitive poem. Best wishes.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 19, 2009

Dear Pooja, A very sad poem and I especially like the strong ending. Nice composition. Warm regards,


Lina Mistry/Tandel, Varginia, USA
Apr 19, 2009


Very nice poem. The poem touched my heart and I loved the very last line. The way you rendered a noble message is absolutely outstanding. Best wishes


Asha Sunil, UK
Apr 18, 2009

A poem generally weaves a world of imagination out of pangs of reality. But, if a peom directly depicts pangs of reality, it becomes sublime. That is what your poem is. Hats off.


Amar Nath Singh, New Delhi
Apr 18, 2009


Dr.Poojaji, This is a very touching story. You poem has done full justice to the story. Excellent narration. With best regards,


Sathya, Nelllore
Apr 18, 2009

Varanasi Sir, Thank you very much. I am delighted. Best wishes.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 18,/2009

Kirti Sir, I am very happy to know that you will be sharing my poem with your friends and relatives. I am sure they will feel proud to know the true story. My heartfelt thanks to you. Best regards.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 18, 2009

Atreya Sir, Your response always come with a highly nutritious energy drink and I feel very strong. Thank you very much Sir. Best wishes.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 18, 2009

Satyananda Sir,
Thank you very much for appreciating my work. There are very few who like to donate the organs after death. Otherwise most of the people give more importance to the last rituals and many other issues. A few understand that they help a few live for a few more years by donating them their organs. Here the step taken by the child’s father is commendable. Your encouragement has boosted my energy. Best regards.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 18, 2009


Jitoo Uncle, The credit goes to one and the only Singh is King uncle, Jitoo Uncle. It was you who sent me this article and inspired me write a poem. Thank you very much for encouraging me write on this real story. Best wishes. Have a nice day.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 18, 2009

A very touching narration and creation. Best wishes

Varanasi Ramabrahmam, Pondicherry
Apr 17, 2009

Dear Dr. Pooja, Of late I have not read such a nice piece of poetry. It has a heart beat in it! I shall treasure it and also share it with my friends and relatives. Feeling good to know you. Best regards


Dr Kirti Swarop Rawat, Indore
Apr 17, 2009


Dear Dr Pooja, A heart-searing and tenderly written poem with a noble message…of the importance of donation of one’s organs. The concluding lines bear out the hallmark of a good poetry and poetic sensitivity.


Her heart alone didn’t match

with any recipient,

Because it was beating in me.

Best wishes.

U Atreya Sarma, Secunderabad-56
Apr 17, 2009

Dr Pooja,

The poem has brought tears to my eyes. A very poignant narration of a father who carries his daughter on his lap to the Hospital where she breathes her last. With the unexpected introduction of the weeping Blind man’s inability to find the body of his departed wife and the girl’s father’s instant decision to donate his daughter’s eyes to him and the remaining organs to others, the Poem has in fact given me the feeling of reading a short story of O’Henry with a great twist. A great humanitarian social message! Thanks a lot for the wonderful work. Regards.


Ch J Satyananda Kumar, Visakhapatnam
Apr 17, 2009


Dear Pooja, A very fine and touching piece of poetry. Great !! I think you can reveal the real life story now to the readers. So, dear MUSE-icians, here is the original story which inspired Dr Pooja (Please see the footnote of the poem).

J S Broca, New Delhi
Apr 17, 2009

Respected Mallick Sir,
Her father am sure would be meeting the recipients of her organs very often. He can see her and feel her in them. And her heart, it seems din’t match with any recipient and it’s beating in him. Thank you for wishing my modem a speedy recovery. The old modem was discharged after 10 long days leaving a new one on my table. Thank you. Have a great day.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 17, 2009


Dear Anupam,
I am very happy to read the first response to my poem from overseas. Thank you very much. I am inspired by a true story. The story will be shared with all the readers in a short while. Being a doctor, I have seen people going through all these emotions in the hospital and it’s hard to accept. I feel that pain. I have known from Mallick Sir, that you are of my age, a Ph. D. and teach English literature. So no Poojaji, only Pooja. You are my good friend. Have a great day. Best wishes.


Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Apr 17, 2009


Yes, Pooja. She is alive, so is your intense sensibility (and so is your modem too!) Good to see you after a big break. Good composition exhibiting a rational approach on the face of adversity. Love


Kumarendra Mallick, Hyderabad
Apr 17, 2009

Pooja ji, a very poignant and touching composition and yet expressing the beautiful sentiment of organ donation. Warmest appreciation


Anupamdeep Bindra, Mercedes, Texas
Apr 17, 2009

Inspiration ….

Inspiration:
(inspired by Ajit Singh’s article)


The common dictionary meaning of inspiration is: “a supposed force or influence on poets,artists,musicians etc stimulating creativity,ideas etc ” To inspire also means to stimulate or arouse a person to creative activity or moral fervour.” Motivation could be a result of inspiration.To motivate means to supply a motive to cause a person to act in a particular way.In other words it means to stimulate the interest of a person.


I have been many a times inspired by reading something in some book or some magazine or some news paper item. It motivates me to react to what I have read. This has helped me to be creative and has often enabled me to win hearts of like minded persons. So when I come across something that stirs me, I make it a point to copy it out and send it to my friends,collegues,well wishers for their perusal and reaction.


The usual outcome of the above exercise is : out of 10 around 6 don’t respond at all, around 2 are stirred but don’t know how to put their reactions on paper since words fail them ,1 wishes to re-act but he has no time as he is usually “very busy”.Mostly it is just 1 out of 10 who reacts and sends me his reaction. I feel happy to note that at least that one person has responded to my effort. I am always indebted to that person since he has taken the trouble of reacting and responding and giving me a new perspective to the matter he has read. Such an exchange of views broadens my vision.


Here is a very recent example. I am copying down an interesting article I read a few days ago :
______________________________________________________________
SOUL CURRY :
GOOD MORNING , WORLD.”
By Ajit Singh
(from TIMES OF INDIA, Apr 12, 2009)


Walking is a passion and part of my physical fitness regimen ever since I retired from the IAF a few months ago.Starting early, when most of the world is asleep and the sky still dark. And finishing, when daylight announces the arrival of a new day with the chirping of sparrows in the bougainvillea lining the jogging path in our housing society.Sharing my enthusiasm is an 87-year-old Sikh octogenarian with a flowing white beard, dressed in a blue tracksuit and white turban. He unfailingly carries a small bag slung across his shoulder. I suspect the bag contains life-saving drugs prescribed to him. He walks haltingly with the help of his walking stick continuously reciting shabads from the Granth Sahib. I never fail to bow my head, fold my hands in reverence and wish him ‘Sat Sri Akal’. Perhaps, it’s his demeanour that draws respect from one and all. Often, he would extend his hand to give me a sweet which he stated was prasad. The other day, as is wont, we met again. I gave him the usual salutations and looked up to acknowledge his response. I noticed something different in his appearance. His face had an aura about it.A unique smile played on his lips. He looked vibrant and certainly gung-ho. There was an unusual spring in his step! I wondered, “What’s with the grand old man?” He was heading straight for me, hand outstretched. I guess I was looking at him quizzically and he noticed it. He walked towards me with a sweet in his hand and ever so shyly, but with great alacrity, announced ‘Aaj mera birthday hai’. For a long moment, I felt time stand still. I couldn’t comprehend the purport of his innocuous statement! Suddenly, I realised he expected a response from me. I took his hand and blurted out — ‘Happy Birthday. God bless you’. He smiled effervescently and resumed his walk.I was left with my thoughts. Here was this octogenarian, happy and celebrating the fact that he had lived and enjoyed another year of life. While most of us, if not all, are saddened by getting older. In celebrating his birthday, he was celebrating life itself. Something that we take for granted. His whole being seem to convey the spirit of living life and enjoying it to the fullest, replete with humble gratitude to the Almighty for each passing day. Later, I was to learn that this gentleman was a retired Army captain. His only son, a pilot in the IAF, was killed in a MIG-21 crash. The old man couldn’t even pay his last respects to his son since his body was not recovered.


(Soul Curry is a column where we invite our readers to share their soul-stirring experiences)


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I am about to turn 60 shortly. I felt so inspired and motivated by this story of the octogenarian who has shown me how to live life. The story is sad and poignant.Yet,the best part is that he believed in the Supreme Being’s will and stood the test of time with never a worry on his face or showing his anger at Him for being so cruel to him.


We need to learn a lesson to live every moment of our lives as it comes. Lets learn to live life king size , come what may ! I know it sounds difficult,but making an effort is not difficult. Friends, fellow Muse-icians,do give it a thought.Your valuable feedback is welcome.


Yes, I had mailed this piece to some friends and so far only our dear Dr Pooja has reacted by penning a poem on being inspired by the piece.She will be posting it shortly .Wait, watch,read,re-act… Thanks dear Pooja !!


Bye for now !


poll pot pourri….

poll pot pourri….


( in response to Gautam’s join-the-bandwagon-call via Silly Senryu II dated 21.04.09)


charity begins at home :


plm ( people like me ) :


Broca stands
for elections
DBMH* party
( *dont break my heart )


Jaspal Bhatti stands
for elections
seriously LAML* party
( *laugh a minute lightly )


six sardarjis stand
for elections
Bhangra party !


plu ( people like us ) :


Gautam stands
for elections
lim-ryu * party
( * short for limericks & senryu )


Mallickji stands
for elections
SKME * party
( * sab ka malik ek )


Atreya sarma stands
for elections
GWDI* party
( *Guess Who Done It ?)


Dr Pooja stands
for elections
hospital bed party
(alternative : injured party ? )
(another alternative : fractured party ?)


bollywood to polls:


sushmita sen stands
for elections
jhansi ki rani party


salman khan stands
for elections
katrina kaif party


kareena kapoor stands
for elections
save saif ali party


govinda stands
for elections
VKChh* party
( * virar ka chhokra )


RK studio stands
for elections
nargisi kofta party


hema malini stands
for elections
garam dharam party


business people for polls:


my uncle chipps stands
for elections
wafers-for-everyone party


a canteenwalla stands
for elections
PBVP* party
( * pav-bhaji-vada-pav )


idli dosa walla stands
for elections
sambhar party


haldiram stands
for elections
aloo bujiyaa party


agra walla stands
for elections
daal moth party


KFC stands
for elections
fried chicken party


McDonalds stands
for elections
indian burger party


Domino stands
for elections
pizza topping party


miscellany :


a streetwalker stands
for elections
std party


a hijra stands
for elections
LAC* party
(* lets all clap)


a band-walla stands
for elections
blow-your-own-trumpet party


mdh masaley stands
for elections
masala party


a retired cricket umpire
for elections
no-balls party.


dry cleaning walla stands
for elections
dirty laundry party


sportsmen to polls


sachin tendulkar stands
for elections
wax-populi party


abhinav bindra stands
for elections
shoot-at-sight party


m s dhoni stands
for elections
sab ko dho dala party


more poll pot pourri ….soon

SHE , ME & M…….!!

SHE,ME & M…....!!

( In a lighter vein )

Clue: She = A gorgeous girl , Me = I or even you , M = Marketing fundas.

The other day,I was invited to participate in a Seminar on Marketing, by a reputed B-School. Long long ago (1979) I had studied about Marketing while pursuing a course in Management (PGDBM).Today (2009) after 30 years, a lot of new things and so called ” fundas” have been added to my knowledge.
Here is a humourous take on what these latest fundas are :

M-1 : Direct Marketing

Me sees She at a party.
Me goes up to her and says :
” Me very rich . Marry Me !”
This is DIRECT MARKETING !!

M-2 : Advertising

Me is with a group of friends at a party.
Me sees She but before Me goes up to her,
One of Me’s friends goes to her and says :
” He ( meaning Me) is very rich ! Marry Him !
This is ADVERTISING.

M-3 : Tele-Marketing

Me sees She at a party.
Me goes up to her and
Gets her telephone number.
Next day Me rings her and says :
” Hi ! I am very rich ! Marry Me !! ”
That is TELE-MARKETING.

M-4 : Public Relations

Me sees She at a party.
Me gets up,straightens my tie,
Walks up to her,
Fetches her a Cold Drink,
While leaving,Me opens car door for she
And asks : ” Will you marry Me ?”
This is PUBLIC RELATIONS.

M-5 : Brand Recognition

Me is at a party.
Me sees She.
Before Me can think of something,
She walks up seductively to me and says :
“You are very RICH ! Can you marry me ?”
That was BRAND RECOGNITION !!

M-6 : Customer Feedback .

Me sees She at a party.
Me goes up courageously to She and says :
” I am very Rich. Marry Me !”
She gives Me a nice hard slap !
That was some CUSTOMER FEEDBACK !!

M-7 : Demand Supply Gap .

Me sees She at a party.
Me goes up to She and says :
” I am very Rich ! Marry Me ! ”
She introduces Me to her Husband !
That’s DEMAND SUPPLY GAP !!

M-8 : Competition / Market Share .

Me sees She at a party.
Me goes upto She,
But before Me musters up courage to say something,
One of Me’s friends rushes up to She and says :
” I am Very Rich ! Marry me !”
That’s COMPETITION EATING INTO YOUR MARKET SHARE !

M-9 : Restriction / New Markets .

Me sees She at a party.
Before Me rushes upto She and can say-
” I am rich,Marry Me “——-
Me’s WIFE arrives !
That’s RESTRICTION FOR ENTERING INTO NEW MARKETS !!

M-10 : Customer Relationship Management.

Me sees She at a party.
Me recognises her and walks upto her.
Me refreshes her memory,
Makes her laugh and giggle and then suggests:
” I am Very Rich ! How about Marrying Me ?”
That’s CUSTOMER RELATIONSHIP MANAGEMENT !!

M-11 : Hard Selling .

Me sees She at a party,
Me goes upto her,stands straight,
Talks soft and smooth,
Smiles like a dream boy,
Creates an aura around himself
Playing the perfect Mr Gentleman.
Then Me moves closer to She and says :
“Hi ! I am VERY RICH ! How about Marrying Me ?”
That’s HARD SELLING !!

More such fundas in the next posting.
Till then keep attending parties,seeing
some gorgeous girls and discovering
some more fundas of your own,
worth sharing with ME !!

H A P P Y P A R T Y I N G !!

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POETRY IN GOLDEN OLDIES ….

BHANGRA SCENE FROM THE HINDI MOVIE :” JAAGTE RAHO

Since it is Baisakhi time once again, I become nostalgic and go back to one of my most favourite Bhangra Songs titled ” Main Koyi Jhoot Boliya? ” (” Did I tell a Lie ?”) .

It is from Raj Kapoor’s famous movie titled “Jaagte Raho” of 1956. The song is in Punjabi.The wordings,followed by my own literal translation, go thus :

Oye ainvein duniyaan devey duhai,
Jhoota paaondi shore,
Aapne dill nu puchh key vekho,
Kon nahin hai chor
Tey ki main jhoot boliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main kufar toliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main zehr gholiya ? Koi naan !

Oh Balley,balley,balley,balley,balley.
(an expression for expressing great joy and happiness) (chorus)

Oohoon aahoon oohoon aahoon ….......... (chorus)

Translation :

The world unjustifiedly / falsely shouts (makes a noise)
About wrong-doings all over the world.
Just ask your own self.
Who is not a thief ?
( We are all thieves—involved in many wrong-doings)

Did I tell a lie ? No not at all !
Did I make a blasphemous statement ? No not at all !
Did I mix a poisonous potion ? No not at all !

Verse 1 :

Hakk doojey daa maar maar key,
Bann gaye log ameer,
Main ehnoo kehnda chori,
Log kehn taqdeer !
Tey ki main jhoot boliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main kufar toliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main zehr gholiya ? Koi naan !

Bhraajee hattkey,bhraajee bachhkey…..

Oohoon aahoon oohoon aahoon …..........

Translation :

People have become rich
By depriving others of their rights.
I call it downright thievery,
But people call it merely luck !

Did I tell a lie ? No not at all !
Did I make a blasphemous statement ? No not at all !
Did I mix a poisonous potion ? No not at all !

Brother dear take care,brother dear beware !

Oohoon aahoon oohoon aahoon …..........

Verse 2 :

Vekhey pandit gyaani dhyaani,
Daya dharam dey bandey,
Raam naam jappdey tey khaandey
Gau shaala dey chandey !

Tey ki main jhoot boliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main kufar toliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main zehr gholiya ? Koi naan !

Bhraajee hattkey,bhraajee bachhkey…..

Oohoon aahoon oohoon aahoon …..........

Translation :

I have seen big Pandits,
Who are very learned and do a lot of meditation
But (curiously enough,they are mired in contoversies)
They are known to misuse donation funds
Received in the name of Gau shaalas
(cow-sheds set up for charitable purposes
for looking after welfare of stray cattle)

Did I tell a lie ? No not at all !
Did I make a blasphemous statement ? No not at all !
Did I mix a poisonous potion ? No not at all !

Brother dear take care,brother dear beware !

Oohoon aahoon oohoon aahoon …..........

Verse 3:

Sachhey faansee chadhdey wekhey,
Jhootha mauj uddaye,
Loki kehndey Rabb di Maaya,
Main kehnda annayaye !

Tey ki main jhoot boliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main kufar toliya ? Koi naan !
Tey ki main zehr gholiya ? Koi naan !

Oh Balley,balley,balley,balley,balley.

Oohoon aahoon oohoon aahoon …..........

Translation:

We have seen people who are truthful
Being hanged to death !
And the cheaters / liers enjoying their lives.
People call it God’s ” maaya “,
I call it gross injustice !!

Did I tell a lie ? No not at all !
Did I make a blasphemous statement ? No not at all !
Did I mix a poisonous potion ? No not at all !

Oh Balley,balley,balley,balley,balley.

Oohoon aahoon oohoon aahoon …..........—————————-
The song depicts some of the earliest scenes of the new (post-Partition) “bhangra,” with the original Patiala/Sunam group. The film by Raj Kapoor is actually set in Bengal.

The wordings of the song are harsh truths and grim realities even in the present times !!

I just love this song and on popular requests have sung it umpteen times in school,in college and in social functions and in sangeet mehfils in marriages, much to the delight and appreciation of all.The song is so peppy that all listeners are spell bound and voluntarily participate in it by clapping their hands to the beat and joining the chorus !!

Those who would like to watch it and hear it on Youtube,please click on or go to the following link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT2HEC5-w3k

NOTE: Downloding the song takes time and gets downloaded in stages.Once downloading is completed,press the replay button and then listen to the full song without a break.HAPPY BAISAKHI !!

Some rare and very useful information about the movie, “Jaagtey Raho”,
is available by going to the following link :

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jagte_Raho

There is also a rare poster of this movie displayed on the site :

Story / background in brief :

Jagte Raho (meaning Stay Awake or Stay Alert) is a 1956 film directed by Amit Mitra and Sombhu Mitra, produced by and starring Raj Kapoor.

The film centers on the trials of a poor villager (Kapoor) who comes to a city in search of a better life. However, the naive man soon becomes trapped in a web of middle-class greed and corruption. The film also features a cameo by Nargis in the final scene.

A poor peasant (Kapoor) from the village, who comes to the city in search of work, is looking for some water to quench his thirst. He unwittingly enters an apartment building, whose residents take him for a thief and chase him. He runs from one flat to the other trying to escape his predicament. Along the way, he witnesses many shady undertakings in the flats where he hides. Ironically, these crimes are being committed by the so called “respectable” citizens of the city, who by day, lead a life totally in contrast to their nighttime deeds behind closed doors.He is shocked by these events, and tries to escape by evading the search parties, that are patrolling the apartment building in search of the elusive thief. He is unfortunately seen, and people chase him to the roof of the building. He puts up a brave resistance, and then descends by the water pipes onto the porch of a flat. He goes in to find a young girl (Daisy Irani). She talks to him and kindles a self belief in the peasant, who determinedly tries to face the adversity waiting outside. But when he ventures out of the flat, he is surprised to find that nobody takes notice of him. He eventually leaves the apartment building, his thirst still unquenched. He hears a beautiful song and searching for its source arrives at the doorstep of a woman (Nargis) drawing water from a well. His thirst is finally assuaged.

Other than the acting, the music is the highlight of the film. Lyrics are by Shailendra and Prem Dhawan and music is by Salil Choudhary. The songs Zindagi Khwaab Hai, Main Koi Jhoot Boleya and Jaago Mohan Pyaare are still remembered by people as classics.

Cast :Raj Kapoor
Nargis (guest appearance)
Motilal
Pradip Kumar
Sumitra Devi
Sulochana Chatterjee
Smriti Biswas
Daisy Irani
Awards :A shortened version of the film won the Grand Prix at the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival in Czechoslovakia in 1957.
There is also another famous and rare poster of the film depicting the final scene where Nargis helps Raj in quenching his thirst at last !

E…N…J…O…Y …!!

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For those interested in some more details, please read the following paras gleaned from some other sources from the internet :

 

JAGTE RAHO is a poetic film from India that features the city as an allegory for the good and evil that is present in the world. Mohan is a humble villager who arrives in the big city and through his travels during his first night he is witness to the dark side of humanity, as well as being pursued as a suspected thief. When the dark night ends, he finds that when day comes, all is beautiful again, and the cycle continues.Jagte Raho, set over a single night’s events is a brilliant comic yet critical survey of Bengali middle class life. The film is written and directed by legendary Bengali actor-director Sombhu Mitra (specially invited by Raj Kapoor) to direct the film and Amit Moitra. Jagte Raho is one of two films directed by Mitra, the other being Subha Bibaha (1959). He is regarded one of most significant figures of 20th century Indian Theatre and is considered the greatest Bengali actor after Sisir Bhaduri, along with Ajitesh Bandhopadhyay and Utpal Dutt. The film shows Mitra’s pre-occupation with social justice and is a Chaplinesque denunciation of the petit-bourgeois who will not even offer a glass of water to a poor peasant lost by night in Calcutta. Like other films of the period – Do Bhiga Zameen (1953), Naukri (1954) and Shree 420 (1955) the film looks at the city as a nightmare. In fact the opening images are similar to those of first impresssions of Bombay in Shree 420 – the ‘closed’ nature of city life is placed in opposition to the ‘openness’ and simplicity of village life where everyone knows everyone else: an allegory to the inhuman nature of the city where undesirable villagers are hunted down mercilessly.Jagte Raho is an allegoric film about darkness and light, where darkness is the cloak of respectability under which a city supposedly sleeps but in effect thrashes around in the throes of crime and evil – a civilization gone to seed. It seems a night without end, but there is an end, the coming of a dawn at which the peasant discovers that the terrible darkness of the night is only half the truth but out of the suffocating darkness itself shall be born the dawn of a new day of truth and justice.The device of having the peasant run into an apartment block and then having to move from flat to flat to avoid being discovered is an ingenious device as we move from one milieu to another while giving the film a sense of movement. The irony of the film is that while he is thought to be a thief and is chased by the so called righteous petit-bourgeois, what he sees in the flats are far bigger crimes – moral, hypocritical and physical, committed by these ‘repectable’ people behind the four walls of their homes. The film sees one of Raj Kapoor’s most remembered performances as perhaps the best of his Chaplin inspired roles. Quoting British critic Geoff Brown:”Kapoor’s character is cut from Chaplin’s cloth. He starts out sharing food with a dog, squatting on the pavement, and spends most of the filma cting in pantomime, darting in and out of rooms, hiding in a drum, shinnying down a drainpipe, periodically pursued by a lively crowd of residents wielding anything from sticks to stringless tennis rackets. The result is one of Kapoor’s most diverting films.” However the scene stealer has to be Motilal playing the role of a drunk debauch with relish. Fine support comes from the rest of the ensemble cast.The other highlight of the film is undoubtedly Salil Choudhury’s musical score. Zindagi Khwaab Hai, the haunting Jaago Mohan Pyaare and the robust Punjabi Bhangra song Main Koi Jhoot Bholeya are the standout numbers of the film. An interesting aside: Shailendra convinced Salil Choudhury to compose Aaja re Pardesi from Madhumati (1958) from a piece of music used at the climax of Jagte Raho even though iniitially Bimal Roy opposed the move.Jagte Raho also sees the last appearance of Raj Kapoor and Nargis together on screen. Though Chori Chori (1955) was their last film as a hero-heroine, she makes a cameo at the end of Jagte Raho and it is fitting that she is finally the woman who quenches Raj Kapoor’s thirst and ending the film with an element of romantic humanism.A shortened version for the International market of Jagte Raho (115 minutes instead of 149)went on to win the Grand Prix at the prestigious Karlovy Vary Film Festival in 1957.Jagte Raho is one of those rare films which have stood the test of time and is in fact even more relevant in today’s times.

A HAPPY BAISAKHI TO YOU ALL !! BALLEY BALLEY !!

VAISAKH

VAISAKH.

The following spiritual message from Shri Guru Granth Sahib ji for the month of Vaisakh is from the composition called ” Bara Maha Manjh“,which is Guru Arjun’s ‘calendar’ poem in the ‘measure’ “Majh” included in the Shri Guru Granth Sahib (SGGS pages 133-136).

The first line is the original text in “Gurmukhi”.

The second line is its approximate pronunciation given in English (by me) to help those who do not know Gurmukhi.

The third line gives its meaning in simple terms.

ਵੈਸਾਖਿ ਧੀਰਨਿ ਕਿਉ ਵਾਢੀਆ ਜਿਨਾ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਬਿਛੋਹੁ ॥
Vaisakh dheeran kyo vaadiha, jinna prem vichchoh .

In the month of Vaisaakh, how can the bride be patient? She is separated from her Beloved.

ਹਰਿ ਸਾਜਨੁ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਵਿਸਾਰਿ ਕੈ ਲਗੀ ਮਾਇਆ ਧੋਹੁ ॥
Har saajan purakh vissar key laggi maaya dhoh.

She has forgotten the Lord, her Life-companion, her Master; she has become attached to Maya, the deceitful one.

ਪੁਤ੍ਰ ਕਲਤ੍ਰ ਨ ਸੰਗਿ ਧਨਾ ਹਰਿ ਅਵਿਨਾਸੀ ਓਹੁ ॥
Putra kalatra na sang dhana har awinaasi auh.

Neither son, nor spouse, nor wealth shall go along with you-only the Eternal Lord.

ਪਲਚਿ ਪਲਚਿ ਸਗਲੀ ਮੁਈ ਝੂਠੈ ਧੰਧੈ ਮੋਹੁ ॥
Palach palach sagli mooyi jhoothey dhandey moh .

Entangled and enmeshed in the love of false occupations, the whole world is perishing.

ਇਕਸੁ ਹਰਿ ਕੇ ਨਾਮ ਬਿਨੁ ਅਗੈ ਲਈਅਹਿ ਖੋਹਿ ॥
Ikkas har key naam binn aggey layiey khoh .

Without the Naam, the Name of the One Lord, they lose their lives in the hereafter.

ਦਯੁ ਵਿਸਾਰਿ ਵਿਗੁਚਣਾ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਬਿਨੁ ਅਵਰੁ ਨ ਕੋਇ ॥
Daye vissar viguchna prabh bin awar nah koye.

Forgetting the Merciful Lord, they are ruined. Without God, there is no other at all.

ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮ ਚਰਣੀ ਜੋ ਲਗੇ ਤਿਨ ਕੀ ਨਿਰਮਲ ਸੋਇ ॥
Preetam charni jau laggey tin kee nirmal soye .

Pure is the reputation of those who are attached to the Feet of the Beloved Lord.

ਨਾਨਕ ਕੀ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਬੇਨਤੀ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਮਿਲਹੁ ਪਰਾਪਤਿ ਹੋਇ ॥
Nanak kee prabh benatee prabh milau prapat hoi.

Nanak makes this prayer to God: “Please, come and unite me with Yourself”.

ਵੈਸਾਖੁ ਸੁਹਾਵਾ ਤਾਂ ਲਗੈ ਜਾ ਸੰਤੁ ਭੇਟੈ ਹਰਿ ਸੋਇ ॥੩॥
Vaisakh suhaava taan laggey jaan santt bhetey har soye .

The month of Vaisaakh is beautiful and pleasant, when the Saint causes me to meet the Lord. ||3||

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I hope and pray for the well being of all my relatives & friends.

May the month of Vaisakh unite us all with GOD.

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Baisakhi

Baisakhi

Baisakhi (also called Vaisakhi) is one of the most significant holidays in Sikh calendar, commemorating the establishment of the “Khalsa” (meaning “the Pure”).It is celebrated all around the world by the Khalsa as their birthday every year, the day corresponding to the event when they were created by the tenth Guru Shri Guru Gobind Singh ji. in 1699.Incidentally,this day is also observed as the beginning of the Hindu solar new year celebrated by the people of Nepal and Indians in West Bengal, Tamilnadu and Kerala and some other regions of India. The particular significance attached to the occasion shows regional variation outside of Punjab too. In Himachal Pradesh, Hindu Goddess Jwalamukhi is worshipped on Vaisakhi, while in Bihar, Sun-god Surya is honoured. The festival is celebrated as Rongali Bihu in Assam, Naba Barsha in Bengal, Puthandu in Tamil Nadu, Vishu (or Vaishakhi) in Kerala, and the Sinhalese/Tamil new year festival in Sri Lanka. Besides Punjab, Vaisakhi is widely celebrated as traditional harvest festival in many northern states of India, such as Haryana, Himachal Pradesh and Uttaranchal. It is traditonally celebrated on 1st of the month of Vaisakh which corresponds to 13th or 14th April in the Gregorian calendar.The day is celebrated by prayers,religious processions and by raising the Sikh religious flag called “Nishan Sahib”.

To mark the celebrations, devotees, irrespective of their religion, throng at gurdwaras, the Sikh place of worship. The celebrations start early as devotees, with flowers and offerings in their hands, proceed towards the gurdwaras and temples before dawn. Processions through towns are also common. Vaisakhi is the day on which the Khalsa (The Pure Ones) was born and Sikhs were given a clear identity and a code of conduct to live by.The event was led by the last living Guru, Guru Gobind Singh Ji, who baptised the first Sikhs using sweet nectar called Amrit. Around the world at Vaisakhi time, Sikhs and Punjabis reflect on the values taught to them by their Gurus and celebrate the birth of the Khalsa. On top of this usually on this day in India, there is a huge parade/celebration. In the United States, there is usually a parade a few days after Vaisakhi. In Manhattan, New York City there is a very huge parade where many people come out to do seva (religious work) such as giving out free food, and completing any other labor needed to be done. The local Sikh community in Vancouver and Surrey, British Columbia, Canada holds its annual Vaisakhi celebrations in the April long weekend, which often includes a nagar kirtan, or parade, in which an estimated 200,000 people attend.

I wish a Happy Baisakhi to all my relatives,friends and well wishers.

May the Lord’s benevolence be showered on us all. !!

PS: By Grace of God,we have installed our Holy Book-Shri Guru Granth Sahib Ji, today in our home.May we learn to live a noble life as per the teachings of our Gurus.

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AT RANDOM !

AT RANDOM !

RANDOM -1:

SLOW DOWN

Saw a guy in
A tee-shirt
With emblazoned
Slogan :
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SAVE PETROL !! “

RANDOM -2 :

DOWN TURN

Said one Investment Banker
To another :
“This is worse than a
Divorce.
I have lost
50% of my money
But I still hold
100% of my wife !! “

RANDOM -3 :

MODERN MATRIMONY !

Saw an ad recently—
“Girl with 25 acres
Of Land,
Wishes to marry
A Boy having
Own Tractor.
Send photograph
Of the Tractor “

RANDOM - 4 :

NURSERY RHYME RE-MIX !

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill,
Met Little Miss
Muffet up there !
She was hungry
For her whey,
And had lost
Her way
And Mother Hubbard’s
Cupboard was bare !!

Said Jack-” Don’t wail !
Have some water
From our pail.
Together we will find
If you don’t mind,
A way out of this
D I S A S T E R !! “

The girls hitched up their gowns,
And they cleverly tumbled down
Very careful of their crowns,
And lived so happily
T H E R E A F T E R !!”

RANDOM -5 :

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