Khushiyan-Khede Gidhe
Bhangre te Mele Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
Joys, fun, dances and fairs, every celebration has been with friends
Gusse Gille Shikve
Ladaiyan te Jhagde Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
Anger, fights and all complaints,all disagreements have been with friends
Dil Jodne-Todna Mohabbat, Pyar
Wafa te Dhokhe Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
Broken hearts, mending love, affection, loyalty and betrayals, all ups and downs have been shared with friends
Daroo Diyaan Shamaan
Gadi de bonnet te murge diya lataan
Bakre Bulaune te Ludiyaan Pauniya Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
Evenings with drinks, relishing chicken legs on the car bonnets
Screaming and cheering, we have been high on friendship and danced together
Seep di baaji, Pa Hukam de Begi ch Ikka.. Tera ne Banaune..
Maar maar Thapan fer Hukam de Raje naal 26 hai Banaune
Kotpees te lai ke ikhatiyaan 7 baajiyaan Kot karne Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
Those moments when we played card games and made a thirteen, adding a king to make a perfect twenty six
Or wind seven hands in a row, to do a KOT on the others… Every game was played in company of friends
Fad lai- Chak lai – Chadhi na – Thok de
Vekh lange, Aun de – Koi na Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
Hold them, declare war, don’t leave them, hit them.. Worry not, Just let them come, bring it on…
All wars were fought with undying support of friends
Bas Idaan kaho Mere yaro – dosto – mitro
Ke Duniya hai Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
Tuhade Sab de naal
That, my friends, is the story of my life
A life that is lived for buddies and friends
My friends mean the world to me
My friends, all of you out there,
My life is with all you friends
Translation of a few other words 🙂
1. Bakre Bulaune – ( I don’t know how to convert this bakre bulauna is when drunks do burrrraaaaaaaaaaa…. )
2.. Seep di baaji, Pa Hukam de Begi ch Ikka.. Tera ne Banaune..
(Seep is a game of cards, where you count the points of the number for cards of spades.. Begi is Queen .. Ikka is Ace.. queen has 12 points and ace has one.. you add both and can pick with a King which is 13 points)
Maar maar Thapan fer Hukam de Raje naal 26 hai Banaune (so 12 + 1 + 13== makes it 26)
PS:- I am sorry not to have replied to all the comments .. or read the posts .. Will do them very sooon
Mirza-Sahiba is another treasure of Punjabi literature.
It is a romantic tragedy. Mirza and Sahiba were childhood playmates,. They fell in love with each other, but when this beauty is about to be wedded forcibly she sends a message to Mirza
Mirza Khan on reading the letter doesn’t think twice and rides to get his love , inspite of his sister’s request, His whole family warned him that the “Sials” (Sahiba’s brothers) were not the type of people he’d want to mess around with as they were hot-headed and aggressive. Mirza didn’t care about a word they said, all he knew was that he loved Sahiba and they had to be together.
Mirza arrived during Sahiba’s mehndi ceremony and carried her away. Sahiba’s brothers got to know about this and decided to follow them.
On the way, as Mirza lies under the shade of a tree to rest for a few moments, that’s the time when Sahiba’s brothers catch up with them.
Sahiba on seeing her brothers, sided with them and broke the arrows in Mirza’s quiver knowing very well that Mirza was a very good marksman and would have killed a few of her brothers.. Hence the famous phrase that arose in Punjab at that time “Sahiba Bani Bharavaan di .. Bhaiyaan ton Yaar Marwata!.” .. Meaning Sahiba took her brother’s side and helped in getting her lover murdered by the brothers …
NOW this is where my thought comes..
First Mirza when he knew he is being followed .. Why did he have to rest, He should have carried on he reached his village where his brothers would have helped him …
Why did his brothers not follow him to help him
Secondly WHY did Sahiba break his arrows.. My reasons to ask
1. She knows she was being forced into a marriage cause the family did not accept her relation with Mirza…
2. She had called Mirza to come and get her.
3. When Mirza took her away she knew that her brothers would not take this easily and going by Punjab’s standards they would be ready to do anything to avenge this insult.
4. Why did she break the arrows… If Mirza had his arms who knows it might have been a different Folk lore ..
In the end she could not bear the death of her beloved and kills herself.. but if we stop the story and think of it just before she kills herself then she was wrong 🙂
So what are your opinions of this .. if this was todays story who would be at fault or the Wrong one here .. She should have stuck with the love of her life no matter what.. Mirza did his job to perfection when the Love of his life called him, he did not bother about his own life but went to get it ..
Dont you think such stories happen a lot in our society a lot these days, people spend years promising the world, Talking of the Undieing love for each other..
I will do this for you, do that for you.. if we separate i will kill myself and all that bollocks but majority of the time when the Fun of love goes away its time to go into the arms of another man/woman. So common these days dont you think..
PS:- Legend has it that Mirza and Sahiba will keep reincarnating until they don’t finally get together.
PSS:-Out of all the legendary stories originating from Punjab, Mirza Sahiba’s story is the only story where the male’s name comes first and then the female’s
Nostalgic time , I am a very emotional person and since living in uk for so long I thought i would not get this emotional over a issue of being HOMESICK.. but today of all the days it was one of those days ..
I got up as usual 6am went around doing what i do everyday reached work around 9, the usual good mornings, gossip and all booted my machine and after replying to the work emails, getting the coffee sat down to read a blog.. That made me a bit teary..
I then went to my gmail to check my email, I had a link to a song , I rarely listen to songs at work, dont know why or what made me click the link and after the first 2 or 3 lines on the songs the waterworks started, my collegue was looking at me astonished whats happened a grown man with waterworks.. IT was one of those things where i was not crying but eyes were flooded, i could not stop .. the song went on and i cried …
I am sure you all are wondering what a horrible song it might have been, but beleive me if you listen to it you all will know what i mean..
Reminding me of my friends back home and around the world.. Anup, Babbar,cherry, ravi, vikram, ajay, ashwani ,Handle (bhupi), sandy, chander, Balli, gagan, .. that was a different time when we were in college .. nothing to worry about, having the fun of our lives studying in college well that was the idea to go and study rather it was fun time , no worry about the world, not afraid of anything or anyone what all we did in those days …
I remember the famous dialogue of Rang de basanti movie that
Inside the gates of college We made life dance on our fingertips and on the other side of the college life has made us ,
and it is making us dance to its tunes .. and we are just dancing no matter what we do just cant stop.. all those big dreams We will do this , the time when 100 stood in front and we are just 10 the ability to say COME ON.. seems to be slowly going away Get tired so soon of the daily problems and tensions in life…
I so want to go back home GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Jsut a few minutes ago one of my friends Vikram came online this is the conversation i had with him
Bik: OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YYYYAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Vikram: yes dear
Vikram: paaajiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Bik: yaar good man
Bik: aj bahut yaad aa rahi si
Bik: yaraaaan di
Bik: and u came
Bik: niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: I know…same here
Vikram: gana suneya …
Bik: yessssssssss
Bik: chal riha hai
Bik: on a looop
Vikram: Yaar anmulee
Vikram: Asi China ja ke log tang karte..gana baja baja ke
Bik: yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Bik: ey shabaaasheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: Great song..bahat changa hai
Bik: yes
Vikram: Cheery was just here
Vikram: we were away for coffee
Vikram: just back
Bik: yaar main aa jana india
Vikram: AAAA jaa na
Vikram: Hun tan Babbar vi aa geya chd
Vikram: BALEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Vikram: Tun aa jaaa yaaaar
cud not post all of it got a bit out of hand later… sometimes i feel why am i so , i mean you know ah well i guess thats who i am good or bad THIS IS ME 🙂
I wish and pray for all you reading may you never have to live away from friends and make new ones, stay away from the rooots .. its hard very hard .. all these thoughts keep coming to the mind how we celbrated lohri.. the fights and arguments to whose place to celebrate.. on holi which girls house to go to, and embarasse them… The things we got up to.. THOSE were the days
The Gedi’s in front of the Girls college, the planning to go how to Patao a girl.. nothing use to work 😦
The canteen being the best place the whole day, the samose , the drinking of tea cup after cup… Cholle Puri 🙂 yummmy , the constant bickering of the canteen wala asking for money of all that was eaten …
That reminds me i had started writing about my friends how we met and what we did , I should continue to do so .. Why do we have to be so far away .. why cant we always stay together ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bade chete aunde ne yaar Anmulle
Hava de Bulle
Si maujaan karde Collegi Pad-de
Oh duniya vakhri si …
Click on the song and if you know punjabi you will enjoyyyy but even if you dont you will understand 🙂
Just want to say I love you all my friends and thanks for always being there .. and to all the new friends I have made here Online , Blogosphere. God bless you all
Me and My Random Thoughts 