Archive for the ‘Village’ Category

One of the most beautiful relationship that a person can have is the one that is shared between a Grandmother and Grandson… Especially with maternal Grandma. My Nani passed away last week at a ripe age of 95, As always each time the phone rings early morning it makes you sit up thinking of the worse and so it was.

So many memories flash by when you hear of someone close passing over, the earliest memories that I have are of my summer vacations spent in the village at my maternal grandparents house.  We use to call my grandma Bibi.

Kids in those days use to be got married off especially girls at a very early age, My mom was only 18 when she was married and funny as it may sound the race to have a male heir for the family name meant try try until you have a male child , so was the case here too ,  Nani had to give birth to 6 girls before she had a male heir, and so it happened that the age difference between me and My Mama (mother’s brother) is almost nothing.

The biggest problem of coming abroad is not to be able to see loved ones at the end that always bothers me and I have had to get through a few of them over the last few years.

Things were not that advanced so everything had to be done manually, filling up of water, preparing food for the farm labourers, taking care of the household work , looking after the household animals, There was always so much work to be done and Nani was always busy doing something or the other.

She was GOOD and when I say good I do mean Good at everything ,  apart from preparing food, I remember her stitching, most of my school shirts/trousers were stitched by her not just mine but the rest of the household too,  other than that the women also had the skills of creating beautiful Phulkari’s , Women had to prepare for their dowry themselves  and by the grace of god (or was it my Grand father’s 🙂 ).. Nani had 6 daughters for whom all the Dowry had to be created, so Nani had a busy time.

I also remember the amount of time that was spent spinning the Charkha to weave thread from cotton,  The thread then used to create the beautiful bed sheets or Shawls and other type of clothes. Women had so much work to do in a day, long long working hours get up very early to make sure everything is set in motion for the day.

Men had it easy I believe as they had only one big thing to look after , tend to the fields all day long every day, I use to laugh with my Nani saying she was a Work horse never got tired, taking care of  such a big household took immense strength and Lot of hard work.

The amount of Desi Ghee, the big dollops of butter on the food I have had growing up, the yummyliscious food cooked with all that love over the fireplace, I remember I use to sit on one side of the Chulha pushing the cotton plant dried sticks for fire, as Nani cooked.

Going to bed and she would bring hot milk and tell stories till we dozed of.  Makes me think how it will be visiting the maternal grandparents house now that they are gone, time will tell.

I miss you Bibi ji world is not going to be the same place anymore.

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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.

Vekhiya new-zealand amrika
Vekhiya main australia
by road sara europe gaah ta
england ch holi kheli hai
Rab nal paki saanjh hai saadi
Pakka sada beli aa
                                      (I have seen newzealand America)
                                      (seen the whole of australia)
                                     (By road been all over europe)
                                     (Played Holi in england)
                                     (We have link direct with god)
                                    (he is our best friend)

Agla janam das kihne dekhiya
Aaja nachlai beliya

                                    (who has seen the next life)
                                    (lets dance have fun)

Dil which gussa bheshak hai ji
Sikhiya nahin par rona
Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna

                                     (Though there is ANGER in our hearts )
                                     (But we dont like to CRY)
                                    (My Village is the most beautiful)

Maniya pizza nahin milda
par murga taan mil janda hai
na sugar hai na bp hai
har badna CHOPAD ke khanda hai

                                      (WE dont have pizza )
                                      (But we do get fresh chicken)
                                      (There is No sugar and NO blood pressure)
                                     (WE all eat with desi ghee)

aaja lai sikha diyaan SAAG khotna
naale majhiyaan chona

                                     (Come let me teach you how to make SAAG)
                                     (and milk the cows)

Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
                                     (My Village is the most beautiful)

Paiye BHANGRA jag hila daiye
mundiya lai gym bana deiye
naa maran KHUKHAN which eh bhenan
haq mundiyan jiniyaan dawa deiye
                                       (We move the earth when we dance bhangra)
                                       (boys get gym to exercise)
                                      (Dont want the Girls to DIE IN WOMB)
                                       (Striving to make them equal to MEN)

OS Malik di raza bina
kakh nahiyo bandiya hona

                                      (Nothing can happen without the will of GOD)

Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
Mera pind saariyaan ton sohna
                             (My Village is the most beautiful)

I decided to do this on mondays been very inspired by fellow bloggers especially NU, since she comes out with some beautiful hindi songs.. I am going to do these with Punjabi songs, since not many blogs are catering for this, although the whole of india listens to the punjabi bhangra numbers especially on occasions .. I have been to a lot of places and its funny watching people dance to the songs.. especially down south 🙂 But out country is so diverse KUDOS to the great nation..

Most of you if you listen to the song carefully, you will understand

A guy reminiscing his Village, how the days were …

Pind diyan Galiyan :- the streets of my village

Have fun people .. Hope you all understand.. I have put the lyrics too

Bachpan Chala Gaya, Jawani Chale Gayi                           (Childhood has gone .. Youth has gone too)
Zindagi Di Keemti Nishani Chale Gayi                                (The most precious moments have gone )
Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di             (again and again the memories of my village torture me )
Hoka Dindi Phirdi Bibi Thaliya Di                                        (the lady selling stuff in the village )
Sasti Lai Lao Darjan Kele Faliya Di                                     (cheap good she is selling bananas etc… )
Gurhti Kaun Duawe Gurh Diyan Dallian Di                     

 (Gurhti = The first grain given to a child is called GURHTI.. it is said that   one  who gives the child will grow up like them, hence a elder intelligent person is asked and in those days on in villages it was usually  GUD.. unpurified sugar.. )

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Maa Di Halla Sheri Sher Bana Dindi                                           (mothers words can turn a you into a lion)
Te Adh Rirhke Da Chanha Mooh Nu Laa Dindi                      (she would put the whole bowl of milk to ur mouth)
Hun Vi Haasi Aundi Vaghdiya Nalliyan Di                             (still laugh at silly things runny Nose)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Majha Diyan Poocha Farh Ke Taari Laun Diya                         (the bathing in river hold a cows tail)
Kaun Bhulayu Galla Yaari Laun Diya                                           (who can forget the friendship of those days)
Kad Rut Aa Ke Tur Gi Kachiya Kalliyan Di                                 (when did the season change of childhood)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Do Manjeya No Jorh Speaker Laggne Nahi                                  (put two old BEd together to put the SPEAKERS of old gramophones)
Jehre Vaaje Vajj Gaye Murh Ke Vajjne Ni                                   (The songs that were sung wont be SUNG AGAIN)
Manak Hadh Muka Gaya Naviyan Kalliyan Di                           (Kuldeep MANAK is a old singer who sang when insturments were not                                                                                                                         there)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Je Gurdas Nu Tu Marjaane Kehndi Na, Oh Ni Maaye Meriye        (if my mother had not loved me)
Marjaane Di Pora Keemat Paindi Naa                                                     (No one would have know who i was)
Rarhak Maarni Paindi Surme Dalliyan Di                                             (before we put SURMA in our eyes we have to grind it fine)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Spoken Words

Posted: July 2, 2010 in My Thoughts., People, Soch, Thinking, Village

Recently been hearing and talking to friends .. Have had this feeling that SPOKEN words can mean so much different in situations , that’s is why our forefathers or elders always told us to speak carefully. Its sometimes the way the words are said which can hurt or have a different result then what we expect.

I was always taught to speak gently, pause take your time , don’t rush into saying things.. As one of the elders said If you sow Two trees in the Same soil, water them the same , feed them the same ..

Next to one tree speak gently, nicely , good things ..
With the other use derogatory words , speak harshly ..

You will definitely notice difference in the way the tree grows , the flower it produces and the Fruit will taste differently. Though this has got nothing to do with science and many may have other reasons But this is very much possible.. Love and Affection takes one a long way.

Sometimes if we use or say something a lot , it does happen that way .. Life is funny .. You are perfectly fine person but if you keep on saying “OH GOD”, “OH MAN”, “I AM RUINED”, “I DON’T THIS – THAT “ etc etc it does turn out to be like that . That is why elders used GOOD words when they spoke ,

I remember when we use to be in our village.. Electricity had not come then we had Diva-Diya’s for light at night before going to sleep , Nana ji would say “Diva Wada Kar diyo”, we knew what he meant .. someone would go and give it a puff.

But it confused us why would they say that, why wont they say “Diva Band or Bujha diyo” cause as they explained BAND or BUJHA were not good words to speak , they were negative words, and generally used in situations where it was for a longer period to do so.

That’s why when someone Dies we hardly say “Woh insaam MAR gaya “, we try to say “Woh insaan Swarg-waas ho gaya”, or we would say “Oh insaan Rab kol chala gaya“.. cause of the same reasons MAR was not a good word to be used.

Another example is shopkeepers when the time comes to put the shutters down for the night they would generally say “Dukan WADHA diyo”,  if you ask a shopkeeper “Kadon Bandkarni hai”, they sometimes frown , for to them the word Band means to close it for ever, they are not doing that ..

Just a few thoughts.. dont know if they make sense or not , I just thought i share it with all..