Strange world of Bollywood...

Our Strange Bollywood movies....
I would like to comment on Bollywood movies friends...
they teach us.. many things.....all the heroes and heroines can really dance well, they are always toppers of school/college, they can sing in Mohd.Rafi...Mukesh..and Kishore voice..or Lata...asha...voice whenever they feel like...but while talking their voice is absolutely different...music starts from all corners with hundreds of accompaniments...although the Hero is only playing a guitar..they can dance better than the best in the world..and whenever they dance hundreds of dancers would dance with them....Hero gets kicked by the villain initially but don't worry friends, he eventually wins hands down...villain can be identified easily because he would be surrounded by many characters clenching their fist or grimacing...Hero would always reach the spot before the police and finish the entire job and police would arrive only in the last scene to arrest the villain..and then Hero would break into a dance and song sequence or gets married within seconds...and yes, hero would always love his mother and would give her all the credit and heroine is mostly for glamor quotient...Hero and heroine may be ultra modern but they would prefer a traditional wedding in the last scene...and you may have a glimpse of their suhag raat too ...

My mantra for peace of mind

People advice you meditation, silence, yoga...`et cetera'.
for peace of mind
My advice is something different
It has faster action
and with cent percent positive results
And my mantra is very very easy to adopt
to obtain peace of mind in seconds
Listen to your favorite music
in full volume
and for still better results
you may dance while listening
try it...

Strange world...

Facebook is a strange world
with strange people
two years ago
one of my friends
was going through a crisis
in her marital life
she discussed the same on FB
and she was contemplating divorce
her cent percent friends encouraged her
to go ahead and dissociate herself with her erring husband
I was an exception
I counseled her against it ( divorce )
Today, she's a happily married lady
all her friends are her real friends
and she considers me to be a strange and a wrong person...

suicide...

Dear Friends,
Please read very carefully what I'm going to write today...
People commit or attempt to commit suicide at some stage of life after strong bouts of depression
but the signs and symptoms are very very loud and clear
people fail to identify such people although they give too many clues of their mental status
We must be alert to identify such people amongst us
and try to help them and counsel them at right time
I'll give you one example,
if a person is too concerned about some tragedy
and they react too strongly on some incidence
they are likely to react the same way when they face similar situation
let me clarify further....
if a person is seen too concerned on recent suicide incidence of Jia Khan...
they are likely to react in a similar fashion
when they undergo a similar situation...

Kusumakka...

During my childhood, I was greatly influenced by my cousin Kusumakka
although, she was my cousin sister, I was almost like her son due to age disparity..
she was excellent in music, singing, drawing, learning languages and keeping herself fit
incidentally, she named me Pradeep...as those days, she was working in an office with many Bengali colleagues, needless to say, she mastered the language within no time...and yes, my name was in fact...Prodeep..not Pradeep...
I always admired her as a child and idolized her as I was growing up...
Today, she is settled in Chennai and can speak Tamil better than any Tamilian...

Twins...

Last night, delivered twins through Emergency Caesarean
both male...
don't forget the powers of PP Baba...ha ha
inquired the father what would he name them
he replied Raam-Lakhan...( Ram-lakshman )
I suggested them to be named as Love-Kush...!!
( Ram and Lakshman were definitely brothers but were
not born to the same mother ...but Love-Kush were the twins born to Seeta Maiyya...)

Ghalib ka Pata...Gulzar

Ballimaran ke mahalle ki wo pechida daleelon ki see galiyan
Saamne taal ke nukkad pe bateron ke posheede
Gud-gudaati hui paan pi peekon mein wo daad wo wah-wah
Chand darwaaze par latke huye boshida se kuch taat ke parde
Ek bakri ke mamiyaane ki awaaz
Aur dhoondhlaayi huyi shaam ke be-noor andhere
Aise deewaron se mooh jod kar chalte hain yahan
Chudi-waalan unke katri ke badi bee jaise
Apni boojhti hui aankhon se darwaaze tatole
Isee be-noor andheri see gali qaasim se
Ek tarteeb chiragon kee shuru hoti hai
Ek quran-e-sukhan ka safa khulta hai
Asadallah Khan Ghalib ka pata milta hai.
https://soundcloud.com/pendyala-pradeep/asadallah-khan-ghalib-ka-pata

Asadallah Khan Ghalib ka pata milta hai.

Ballimaran ke mahalle ki wo pechida daleelon ki see galiyan Saamne taal ke nukkad pe bateron ke posheede Gud-gudaati hui paan pi peekon mein wo daa...

Dance like a Man...

Dance like a man...
Dance like a man is a famous play
directed by my friend Mahesh Dattani
A man trapped by the circumstances
and woman caught between ambition and family life...
When the choice is between dreams and reality
the latter always wins...
but sir, I would say
the dream always wins
any day...and everyday
Have a great evening Friends...

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Walk through neighborhood...

Just finished an Emergency surgery...
Gym and Tennis have a closed holiday
let me take a walk through my neighborhood...
majestic, dignified, beautiful and impressive neighborhood
first to be seen is the house of Nagesh Kukunoor film director
and a house where Winston Churchill used to live
and of course, 18 hole Golf course and a Sundial park
but my favorite spot is the poster of a child with her parents...
Have a great evening Friends...

Dance reveal many things...

I knew this earlier
but today I saw it finally
yeh mujhe pahle bhee khabar thi
magar aaj pahli baar dekha bhee
my colleague in operation theater really cares for me
I always noticed her expression
when I struggle with complicated cases in operation theater
Mai aksar uske chehra ka rang dekh kar jaan jata hun
jab main kisi jokhim patient se nipat ta hun Operation theater mein
I can sense her anxiety, anguish and concern about an emergency which I deal directly in operation theater
main uski aankho mein woh pareshanee dekhta hun aksar jab main kisi joakhim case ko suljhata rahta hun OT mein
Today, being Holi, I offred her, if I could dance with her
aaj pahli baar maine uss se poochha ki kya aap nachogi mere saath
( holi ka mauka jo tha..)
she accepted the offer gladly
woh dance ke liye rajee ho gayee jald se
and then I saw her rhythm, her movements and her joy
and saw her expression of happiness..
which I never saw earlier...
aur tab maine uski aankhon mein woh jaadu dekhi
jo maine kabhie nahee dekhi...

Winning first prize in open song competition at Agra, UP.

In 1996, there was an open song competition at Agra UP
during Holi...
32 participants sang the same song
including me
but I was judged the best
and got the first prize...
The jury remarked
although, 32 participants sang the same song excellently
only Pradeep sang with emotion, mimicry and exact tone Of Amitabh Bachchan...
And this was the song dear Friends..enjoy...
http://youtu.be/Jf92MOkrbEw

Rang Barse Bheege Chunarwali - Song in HD - Silsila

Release Date: 14 August 1981 Genre:Romance / Drama Run Time: 160 Mins Starring: Amitabh Bachchan, Shashi Kapoor, Jaya Bachchan, Rekha & Sanjeev Kumar Lyrics ...

youtube.com|By yrf

हमारी आरुषि Our Aarushi.

Dear Friends,
In November 2013, the Talwars ( Dr. Rajesh Talwar and Nupur Talwar ) were convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment. ... the Talwars have challenged the decision in the Allahabad High Court.
our Friend Amit Harsh is one of the advocates in defence of the Talwars...
7 April is the hearing on bail .. dear friends please pray for those innocent parents...
Let me share with you all a poem written by shri Amit Harsh...
हमारी आरुषि Our Aarushi...recited by me...
हादसे थे .…. कि हद से पार हो गए

हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए

कुसूर इतना … कि सच कह दिया

जो कुछ था पता … सब कह दिया

गलती बस इतनी ... कि गलत नहीं किया

किसी पर भी ... हमने शक नहीं किया

अंजाम हुआ कि शक के दायरे में आ गए

अनकहे बयान हमारे .. चर्चे में आ गए

‘तर्क-ओ-दलील’ सारे तार तार हो गए

हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए

पीड़ा पीड़ित की जाना ही नहीं कोई

टूटा है पहाड़ हमपे .. माना ही नहीं कोई

हँसती खिलखिलाती मासूम बेटी गंवा दी

हमने सारे जीवन की पूँजी गंवा दी

इल्ज़ाम ये है कि कुछ छुपा रहे है हम

क्या बचा है अब .. जो बचा रहे है हम

पल पल जिंदगी के .... उधार हो गए

हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए

उम्मीद थी कि दुनिया ढाढस बंधाएगी

उबरने के इस गम से तरीके सुझायेगी

पर लोगो ने तो क्या क्या दास्ताँ गढ़ ली

जो लिखी न जाए, .. ऐसी कहानी पढ़ ली

मीडिया ने हमारे नाम की सुर्खिया चढ़ा ली

चैनलों ने भी लगे हाथ .. टीआरपी बढ़ा ली

अंदाज-ओ-अटकलों से रंगे अखबार हो गए

और हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए

हँसती खेलती सी एक दुनिया थी हमारी

हम दो ..... और एक गुड़िया थी हमारी

दु:खों को खुशियों की खबर लग गई

जाने किस की नज़र लग गई

कुसूर ये जरूर कि हम जान नहीं पाए

शैतान हमारे बीच था, पहचान नहीं पाए

बगल कमरे में छटपटाती रही होगी

बचाने को लिए हमें बुलाती रही होगी

जाने किस नींद की आगोश में थे हम

खुली आँख ... फिर न होश में थे हम

ये ‘गुनाह’ हमारा ‘काबिल-ए-रहम’ नहीं है

पर मुनासिब नहीं कहना कि ... हमें गम नहीं है

खुद नज़र में अपनी .. शर्मसार हो गए

हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए

पुलिस, मीडिया, अदालत से कोई गिला नहीं है

वो क्या कर रहे है ...... खुद उन्हें पता नहीं है

फजीहत से बचने को सबने .. फ़साने गढ़ दिए

इल्ज़ाम खुद की नाकामी के .. सर हमारे मढ़ दिए

‘अच्छा’ किसी को ... किसी को ‘बुरा’ बनाया गया

न मिला कोई तो हमें बलि का बकरा बनाया गया

असलीयत बेरहमी से मसल दी जाने लगी

फिर .. शक को सबूत की शकल दी जाने लगी

‘तथ्य’, .. ‘सत्य’ सारे निराधार हो गए

हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए

सेक्स, वासना, भोग से क्यों उबर नहीं पाते

सीधी सरल बात क्यों हम कर नहीं पाते

बात अभी की नहीं ... हम अरसे से देखते है

हर घटना क्यों ... इसी चश्मे से देखते है

ईर्ष्या, हवस, बदले से भी ये काम हो सकते है

क़त्ल के लिए पहलू .. तमाम हो सकते है

जो मर गया उसे भी बख्शा नहीं गया

नज़र से अबतलक वो नक्शा नहीं गया

उम्र, रिश्ते, जज़्बात का लिहाज़ भी नहीं किया

कमाल ये कि .. किसी ने एतराज़ भी नहीं किया

कितने विकृत विषमय विचार हो गए

हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए

इन घिनौने इल्जामों को झुठलाना ही होगा

सच मामले का ... सामने लाना ही होगा

वरना संतुलन समाज का बिगड़ जाएगा

बच्चा घर में .. माँ बाप से डर जाएगा

कैसे कोई बेटी .... माँ के आँचल में सिमटेगी

पिता से कैसे .. खिलौनों की खातिर मचलेगी

गर .. साबित हुआ इल्ज़ाम तो ये समाज सहम जाएगा

रिश्तों का टूट ... हर तिलस्म जाएगा

बेमाने सारे रिश्ते नाते .. परिवार हो गए

हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए
https://soundcloud.com/pendyala-pradeep/our-aarushi

हमारी आरुषि Our Aarushi

हादसे थे .…. कि हद से पार हो गए हम अपने ही क़त्ल के गुनाहगार हो गए कुसूर इतना … कि सच कह दिया जो कुछ था पता … सब कह दिया गलती बस इतनी ... कि ...

Dosti..Friendship...

Friendship is a relationship between two people or more.
It is the mutual affection.
it is the understanding.
it is a bond which makes you happy,
and makes this world a better place to live...
can you ever imagine a life without friends...
a life without Friends...could be full of misery.

I am posting the lyrics of a beautiful song with English translation...
http://youtu.be/EF_pP4J9HRY

Yaroon Dosti K.K - lyrics with English Translation Full Song *HQ*

Yaroon Dosti lyrics..K.K Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai {Friends,friendship is very beautiful} Yeh na ho to kya phir {if its dosent exists} Bolo yeh zindagi...

. जब जब .. चुनाव आता है ....

........... जब जब .. चुनाव आता है ......

लज्ज़त लुत्फ़ स्वाद अलग चाव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



वार्ता चर्चा गर्जना संवादों की

नित्य नए बयान विवादों की

उद्घोषणा वही पुराने वादों की

अधूरी पूरी मुरादों की

पक्की सड़क के वो कच्चे वादे

पूरे न हो पायें अबतलक आधे

बिजली, पानी मुफ़्त राशन

बस हम ही देंगे सुशासन

सबने सुने तो होंगे ये भाषण

तत्पर कुछ कर गुजरने को

देश ले लिए मर मिटने को

समस्त नेताओं में अजब समभाव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



गुनगुनाती गणतंत्र की हवाएं

ताक़त जुम्हूरियत की बताएं

‘आम’ यकबयक खास हो जाता है

सहसा हमें भी ये अहसास हो जाता है

न भेदभाव करते है न हैसियत पूछते है

रहनुमा आ आकर हमारी खैरियत पूछते है

गुंडे मोहल्ले के शराफत ओढ़ कर

बाहुबली भी मिलते है हाथ जोड़ कर

अचानक इतनी अहमियत देखकर

मूंछों पे ताऊ के तब बहुत ताव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



रैलियाँ, नुक्कड़ सभाएं

साइकिल, रथ, पद-यात्राएं

तादाद देखिये गिनिये मात्राएँ

क्या क्या देखे क्या क्या बताएं

होर्डिंग, बैनर, झंडे, पोस्टर

हर शख्स में दिखने लगा वोटर

जुलूस, प्रचार, गूंजते नारे

हर तरफ वही नज़ारे

गर कहीं कुछ भिन्न होता है

तो वो बस चुनाव-चिन्ह होता है

हाथ, हाथी, साइकल

हंसिया, झाडू, कमल

तीर, तराजू, घड़ी, दवात-पेन

कार, इंजन, पंखा, लालटेन

शंख, फल, फूल, पत्ती,

कहीं जलती हुई मोमबत्ती

दलों को हर चीज़ पे लगाना दांव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



कपा, सपा, बसपा

माकपा, तेदेपा, भाजपा

लोद, जद राजद, जेडीयू

जनता-दल ‘सेक्युलर’ और ‘बीजू’

द्रमुक, तो कहीं अन्ना-द्रमुक

फलां फलां अमुक अमुक

कुछ परोक्ष कुछ सम्मुख

ऊपर काश्मीर में नेशनल कांफ्रेंस

कई गठजोड़ कई एलायन्स

कितने दल कितनी सेनायें

कहाँ तक गिने कहाँ तक गिनाएं

म.न.से., शि.से., शिरोमणि

गण परिषद्, सीपीआई, तृणमूल

आप दिलाये याद न जाऊं कुछ भूल

सोचने पड़े कुछ जहन में अपनेआप आ गए

खांसते हुए याद हमें ‘आप’ आ गए

यूं समझिये टोटल सियापा

लोकतंत्र का देखने तमाशा

हर शहर, हर कस्बा, हर गाँव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



भविष्यवाणियाँ, अंदेशे, prediction

बगैर इनके कैसा इलेक्शन

Survey, रायशुमारी, सर्वेक्षण

परत दर परत विश्लेषण

चैनलों पे चौबीसों घंटे चर्चा-संवाद

घुमा-फिरा के वही बात दिनरात

टीवी पे Psephology के पंडित

सबका अपना आकलन अपना गणित

क़यास, अनुमान अटकलों का दौर

अब हम क्या बताएं और

खुल्लम खोल ओपिनियन पोल

Entry से पहले Exit POLL

जो जी में आये सब बोल

न जवाबदेही न उद्देश्य

खेल में मस्त सारा देश

इस मैच में भी बहुत उतार चढ़ाव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



बजते ही चुनावी रणभेरी

बिना विलम्ब बिना देरी

सूरमा दिग्गज अपना कुनबा लेकर

महंगाई, बेरोज़गारी का मुद्दा लेकर

कुछ वज़ीर अपने पियादों के साथ

भाई भतीजे बेटे दामादों के साथ

मैदान में नज़र आने लगते है

ये देख थोडा हम घबराने लगते है

क्यों कि हम खुद ब खुद

भूलकर अपनापन सुख दुःख

धरम, मज़हब, जातों में

इलाके सूबे और जमातों में

बंटने लगते है

सोच के संकीर्ण दायरों में सिमटने लगते है

मुल्क, मुद्दे, मसाइल पीछे छूट जाते है

विषय विकास के सब नीचे छूट जाते है

समेटने वोटों को ही ये बिखराव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



दरमियाँ तंत्र और जन में

इस चुनावी चमन में

एक और चिड़िया होती है

सच बड़ी दिलकश ये मीडिया होती है

बगैर इनके पत्ता नहीं हिलता है

न हो कृपा तो सत्ता-सुख नहीं मिलता है

बदौलत इनके हर तुच्छ ओछे बयान ख़बर हो जाते

ख़बरिया चैनल देखते देखते मुखर हो जाते

मीडिया-फिक्सिंग, ‘पेड न्यूज़’ नए लफ्ज़ ईजाद हो गए

वैसे लोग कहते है कि हम आज़ाद हो गए

अब तो टीवी, प्रिंट के अलावा भी एक जरिया है

बड़ी तत्पर मुखर ये सोशल मीडिया है

यहाँ हर ख़बर का ख़ाक़ा सा खिंच जाता है

छपने से पहले ही अख़बार बिक जाता है

जन-भावनाओं विचारों का हर भाव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



ख़ुश होयें हम या रो लें

देखकर ये चुनावी फसलें

पता नहीं

क्यों होता है सोचा नहीं

और कभी किसी ने पूछा भी नहीं

दबा कर यूं ही वो बटन

तय कर दिया मुस्तकबिल-ए-वतन

फिर खुद कोसते है मुल्क की तक़दीर को

पीटते रह जाते है लकीर को

क्यों नहीं कभी जात, मज़हब से उठकर

सूबे, भाषा, बोली आदि इन सब से उठकर

किसी बेहतर अच्छे को चुनते है

छोड़कर झूठ सच्चे को चुनते है

शायद हमें ही नहीं दिखाना प्रभाव आता है

मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है



~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ अमित हर्ष ~ ~ ~
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........... जब जब .. चुनाव आता है ...... :) :)

........... जब जब .. चुनाव आता है ...... :) :) लज्ज़त लुत्फ़ स्वाद अलग चाव आता है मुल्क में जब जब हमारे चुनाव आता है वार्ता चर्चा गर्जना सं...

Secrets of Longevity...

Today I met him. He came for his surgery for inguinal hernia. He was extremely cheerful and agile. His hearing and vision were perfect. He was alert and he loves working continuously throughout the day. He never smoked. He did weight lifting and jogging for many decades and now he loves walking for 5-10 kilometers everyday. He also loves eating fish and eggs. He was 93 years young...

Wednesday Poetry Corner with Pendyala Pradeep.

Dear friends, I never miss reading the Poetry Corner on Plum Tree Books blog. It is my proud privilege to be a friend of Ms Niamh Clune, the creator of Plum Tree Books and Wednesday Plum Tree blog. I am an Anaesthesiologist working at Hyderabad, India. I love music, singing, mimicry, compering, tennis and of course, poetry.

Among the Indian poets, I love reading Rabindranath Tagore and Harivansh Rai Bachchan. I am going to share with you a poem by Rabindranath Tagore. I am also attaching the sound Cloud clipping. I am providing the English translation. Rabindranath Tagore (Thakur) the author of Gitanjali (An offering of songs ) became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. Gitanjali has profoundly fresh, beautiful and sensitive poems. Needless to say, the Nobel prize was given for the English version of Gitanjali.

Wednesday Poetry Corner With Pendyala Pradeep

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I have the great honour to introduce someone today whom I believe to be a genuinely lovely person. Pendyala Pradeep is a reciter of classic Indian poetry and I have posted one of his...

The Psychology of Facebook

Have you ever thought
why people try to impress others on Facebook...?
Some try to impress others with their looks
and some with their writing ability
some with their knowledge
some try to impress with their life style
some try to impress you with their skills
and some with their sense of humor
if you still analyze the psychology behind Facebook posts
you may discover a desire for approval
a desire to build up self confidence
and to get rid of low self esteem
and some just try to get attention
and some to live in a fantasy world
where everything is just perfect
some are genuine
and some are fake
whatever it may be...
you just can't fool people
and yourself
A Fake will be known
within no time...

Show me...

Show me a single woman who doesn't nag...
Show me a single man who doesn't hurt a woman
Show me a single woman who is not vulnerable
Show me single man who's not not rude
Show me a single woman who's not ruled by emotions
Show me single man who's not aggressive
Show me single woman who's not caring
Show me single man who doesn't exploit the emotions of a woman
Show me a single woman who is sure about her relationships
Show me single man who is really bothered about relationships
There's only one answer for all the questions above
And the answer is Hormones...!!

Top secret..men keep from women...

phew, just finished reading almost all the status updates of women on FB
most had some element of feminism
as if women want to have the same rights, power, and opportunities as men
but why...??
let me tell you the secret, which most men may not admit...
women can survive comfortably without the presence of men
but men can't...even for a day...ha ha
Cheers..dear women...
You are the BEST...
and always will be the BEST...
with no second thoughts...

something is amiss...

Something is amiss
if I don't see the little girl going to her school
while I go to my hospital at 8 a.m.
Something is amiss
if I don't read lovely comments of Archna Pant
Something is amiss
if I don't see a gorgeous picture of Rachna Hemant
Something is amiss
if I don't find every hour a new poem of Ampat Koshy
Something is amiss
if I can't find kaun hai tu of Harry Rakhraj
Something is amiss
if I don't find a new dp of Good Do
Something is amiss
If I am not tagged with Pravin Lama & Abhishek Soodan's posts
Something is amiss
if Sumona Banerjee is not sharing a new song
Something is amiss
if I don't find my pigeon at my balcony
when I return from the hospital
Something is amiss
if I don't find a new cover picture of Ankur Gupta
Something is amiss
if I don't see Soujanya glued to her television
Something is amiss
if I don't participate in YKS of Mohammad Shahabuddin
Something is amiss
if I don't read santa banta jokes of Sanjeev Suri
Something is amiss
if I don't read yep of Partha Sarathy
Something is amiss
if I don't read shayree of Amit Harsh on contemporary themes
Something is amiss
if I don't miss my Facebook and my excellent friends..



Something is amiss
if I don't read santa banta jokes of Sanjeev Suri
Something is amiss
if I don't read yep of Partha Sarathy
Something is amiss
if I don't read shayree of Amit Harsh on contemporary themes
Something is amiss
if I don't miss my Facebook and my excellent friends..

My Bhojpuri poem...

To my Bhojpuri speaking Friends...
(Hope you won't kill me for this ha ha )
Mohabbatwa ruk jaat hai
hum yeh samjhat hain
ki hum use bhool gayil
magar aisan nahee hoat hai
Mohabbat asal mein hoat hai
hammar batwa mein pyaar
baith jaat hai..Ka ??
aur oo sasura niklat hai
kabhie dukhwa mein
toh kabhie thandak
toh kabhie baarishwa mein
kabhie takleef mein
aur kabhie aat hai zarrorat mein
bujhayil babaniya
yeh aisan hee
aur ee sasura aisan hee hai...ha ha

Japji Sahib in my Voice..with English translation...

With Love, respects and Best Wishes... 

Please forgive me if I have committed any mistake in recording/uploading of this track...
ik-onkaar sat naam kartaa purakh nirbha-o nirvair akaal moorat ajoonee saibhaN gur parsaad.
One Universal Creator God. The Name Is Truth. Creative Being Personified. No Fear. No Hatred. Image Of The Undying, Beyond Birth, Self-Existent. By Guru’s Grace
jap.
Chant And Meditate:
aad sach jugaad sach.
True In The Primal Beginning. True Throughout The Ages.
hai bhee sach naanak hosee bhee sach.
True Here And Now. O Nanak, Forever And Ever True
sochai soch na hova-ee jay sochee lakh vaar.
By thinking, He cannot be reduced to thought, even by thinking hundreds of thousands of times.
chupai chup na hova-ee jay laa-ay rahaa liv taar.
By remaining silent, inner silence is not obtained, even by remaining lovingly absorbed deep within.
bhukhi-aa bhukh na utree jay bannaa puree-aa bhaar.
The hunger of the hungry is not appeased, even by piling up loads of worldly goods.
sahas si-aanpaa lakh hohi ta ik na chalai naal.
Hundreds of thousands of clever tricks, but not even one of them will go along with you in the end.
kiv sachi-aaraa ho-ee-ai kiv koorhai tutai paal.
So how can you become truthful? And how can the veil of illusion be torn away?
hukam rajaa-ee chalnaa naanak likhi-aa naal.
O Nanak, it is written that you shall obey the Hukam of His Command, and walk in the Way of His Will...
https://soundcloud.com/pendyala-pradeep/ik-onkar-japji-sahib-in-my

ik Onkar..Japji Sahib in my voice with English Translation...

ik-onkaar sat naam kartaa purakh nirbha-o nirvair akaal moorat ajoonee saibhan gur parsaad. One Universal Creator God. The Name Is Truth. Creative ...

Rabindranath Tagore and Andhra Pradesh...

Well, I am sure you all know that I am from Andhra Pradesh..and I speak Telugu...
let me share with you all few facts which very few people know...
Rabindranath Tagore translated our National Anthem Jana Gana Mana from Bengali to English and also set it to music in Madanapalle town of Andhra Pradesh..located at Chittoor district of AP.
Tagore wrote down the English translation of the song and along with Margaret Cousins (an expert in European music and wife of Irish poet James Cousins), set down the notation at Madanapalle in Andhra Pradesh, which is followed only when the song is sung in the original slow rendition style of singing.
Now, may I know, did you know about this fact...?? ha ha

My childhood friends of Vizag...

Yeh mere un doston ke liye likh raha hun
jo ab bhee Vizag mein hosiery bechte hain
yaa picture hall ke saamne black ticket...
main janta hun doston kaun hai apna aur kaun paraya
tere dosti mein ek bandhan hai
tu hee bata dost kya main bhula sakta hun
tumhe kya pata dost tum mere kya ho
aaj bhi tumhe dekhta toh dil pighalta hai
barso pahle jo hamne bitaye the woh pal
un nukkadho mein un coffee houses mein
main ab bhee un ki raah takta hun...

Dhobie Ghat...and Tennyson...

The Brook

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever. ..
This poem you must have read as a student in a school..written by Alfred Lord Tennyson...
interestingly, this was filmed extremely well in a movie which I saw yesterday at our club...Dhobie Ghat...Amir Khan production directed by Kiran Rao...
( yes, your guess is right...I saw it for second time after two years...excellent movie...a must watch... )

Ehsaas

ek ehsaas khushee ka
jab kisi haseena ke saath
baate karne mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushee ka
jo kisi anjaan ke saath khadhe
khul kar hasne mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushee ka
jo kisi achhe picture ko dekhte
duniya ko bhulane mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushee ka
jo murdo ko phir se
davayee dekar ya CPR dekar
jagane mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushee ka
jo apne baap ke likhe chithee ko
padhne mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushee ka
jo apne maa ke pairon ko
choone mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushi ka
jo apne bachho ko badhte
dekhne mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushee ka
jo apne khoye huve kutte ko
phir se pane mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushi ka jo
ek Kishore kumar ke gano
ko sun ne mein hota hai
ek ehsaas khushee ka
jo suhag raat mein biwi
ke ghunghat uthane mein hota hai
wahee ehsaas khushee ka
mere dost Archna Pant, Ampat Koshy, Bina Biswas, Amit Harsh, Ankur Gupta, Ravindra Arora ke likhe kavitavon mein hota hai...

Mazaa...

Jo kisi ne na kiya ho
use karne mein
maza hee kuchh aur hai
Jo kisi ne na soacha ho
use soachne mein
maza hee kuchh aur hai
Jo kisi ne na padha ho
use padhne mein
maza hee kuchh aur hai
Jo kisi ne na likha ho
use likhne mein
mazaa hee kuchh aur hai...