Updates + Musical Monday (15)- Maye ni maye mai ik Shikra yaar banaya

The post on My friend Babbar .. well He finally replied back and I am chuffed at what he had to say .. So I thought I would put it here as most of you who had emailed me and commented how he will feel , came out true..

Yaar you really made me weep today. And at the same timemade my day. I love you darling. I really miss you and you are always in myheart, but these emails FB, phone calls are really not my cup of tea. But I amimproving (ha ha ha). Sorry I got late in reading the mail, but it is all myloss. I have always treasured you and our friendship. The world (Our small one)knows about it. Thanks a lot for writing such a nice account of me and ourfriendship. No one has ever made me feel so important, big and rich. I am luckyto have Yaar Anmule like you. You were always my “Jaan”

and will remain so forever. Love you yaar te tu bus aaja.We will relive our good old days. Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers!

Babbar

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The picture post of the lovely lady dressed in White…

This is what I got with the picture

- For young men, it’s a picture of a lady with a nice arse but only the most observant will notice that she is crossing a street.

- The really observant will notice that she is wearing a thong.

- For older men, she appears to be a respectable woman – with a nice butt on her way to work.

- Wiser men will ponder the presence of mind of the photographer to take the shot in the face of such beauty and be grateful that they shared it with humanity.

- For half of the women, this is an ordinary woman who should not have left home dressed that way.

- The other half will think and wonder where she bought that blouse.

-Older women will imagine the misery that the woman’s BUTT will cause by the time she reaches 50.

- But only children, the extremely intelligent and the celibate will notice that the taxi is being driven by a dog.

(SO you want to go back and check your replies he he he he he ) 

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Leave you with a Song..  doing a Musical Monday after Ages

A golden Punjabi by none other but the best Shiv Kumar Batalvi.. Hope you all like it ..  I would request all those who don’t understand panjabi to do a search and find the meaning .. I can assure it is worth the hassle doing it.. One of India’s best poets although as usual when he was alive not many knew of him, sung by another of India’s best the King of Ghazals Late Jagjit singh..

I can put the lyrics but I can’t do justice to the words so don’t know how to do any translation .. If anyone out there knows Punjabi well then Please do so for all of us to enjoy it better ..

I have got a translation hope it helps … but please anyone else out there who can do more justice Please do so …

Maye Ni Maye, Main Ek Shikra Yaar Banaya,mother hey mother I befriended a hawk   (shikra =Hawk)

ohde Sir De Kalgi, Te pairi Jhanjhar, te O Chog Chuginda Aaya,  plume on his head, n bells on his feet, he came pecking 4 grain  (kalgi=plume, Chog=grain , chuginda = pecking)

Ek ohde Roop Dee Dhup Teekheri, te Dooja Mehka Da Tirhaya,  one his beauty was as sharp as sun  and 2nd  was thirsty fragrance

Teeja ohda Rang Gulabi, ho Kise Gori Maa Da Jaya,  3rd his color was the color of rose , He was born from a fair mother

Ishqe Da Ek Palang Nawari, ve Assan Channania vich daya, Tann Di Chaaddar Ho Gayi Maili, Os Pair Ja Palgi Paya,  i laid a bed of love , in the moonlight, my body sheet was stained the instant he laid his foot on my bed!

Ni ohde chet di aathan, ate zulfee saavan chaaya ,hothaa de vich kahte da koi dihoon chadne te aaya  his eyes were an evenning in spring, his hair a dark cloud, his lips, a rising autumn dawn

Dukkhan mere Naina De Koye, Te vich Harh Hanjua Da Aaya, Sari Raat gayi vich socha, Us A Ki zulm Kamaaya,   corners of my eyes hurt and a flood of tears engulfed me , all night went thinking what he did this to me 

Bolla de vich paun pure di ni o koilaan da hamsaaya ,chitte dand jyon dhaano bagla tori maar udaaya  his words had eastern breeze blowing like the sound of a nightingale , his smile was the whiteness of a crane in the rice field , taking flight at the clap of a hand

Subha Savere Laini Vattna, ve Assa Mal Mal os Navaya, Dehi de vicho Niklan Chin gaa, te saada Haath Gaya kumlaya,   early in the morning, with vattna (a paste used to cleansing skin), I scrubbed n bathed my body but embers kept bursting out and my hands flagged

Choori Kuttta Ta O Khanda Naahi, ve Assa Dil Da Maas Khwaya, Ek Udaari Aisi Maari, O Mud Vatnee Na Aaya,  prepared choori but he doesnt eat ,I gave him the flesh of my heart , he took such a takeoff, never came back home

maaye ni…ni mai ik shikra yaar banaya

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PS:- I had requested everyone to give me a honest Criticism of the blog that i have. I dont mind anything maybe it will help me in writing better. Not many have done So I will request again Please do so..

PSS:- Recently I have been thinking what happens to my posts just in case wordpress goes down, I dont want to loose the articles and comments .. is it any way I can back them up somewhere or make a copy any help will be very thankful.