May 13, 2006

Cross Border Firing

So the Bangladeshi lady across the paper boards that the Brits call indoor walls occasionally plays Kumar Sanu songs full volume. Nothing about those songs is recognizable - movie, music director, cast - except the buffalo-cious bellowing of the Bong bullfrog (patented). Sometimes (usually) I am in bed and all I need to do is to wrap my pillow around my ears and go back to sleep. Some other times, I am pissed enough to retaliate by putting on some better music (Sardari Begum/Swades/Arth/Yuva mostly) at an even louder volume to make my point. The firing either stops or turns to angrezi rap music which gives me indigestion on any given day. The biggest revenge I have taken so far is leave "Andey ka Fundaa" on loop and gone and cooked, eaten and washed up after dinner, knowing full well she was in her room all along.

There was her "Kabhi Kabhi and Silsila phase, which was ok for a bit, but she took to looping (most original!) and that got on my nerves. I countered her love ballads with Mughal-e-Azam's qawwali "Teri mehfil mein qismat aazmaa kar hum bhi dekhenge" and that was an ace which sent her scurrying for good songs. Some attempts later, she was back to Silisla, and I let her work off that phase.

These days she's been on the phone perpetually, and laughing her hyena laugh, and not listening to so much music. But as I type this, "teri mehfil" is playing on her comp! Finally! I win!

Which brings me to the other thing:

"Teri mehfil mein qismat aazmaa kar hum bhi dekhenge
ghadi bhar ko tere nazdeeq aakar hum bhi dekhenge."

"Teri mehfil mein qismat aazmaa kar hum bhi dekhenge
Tere qadmon mein sar apna jhukaa kar hum bhi dekhenge."

Which one fits your definition of love? Or is there a third you wanna write?

9 comments:

wendigo said...

still b-chy, i see :)
kyu, ab to main wapas a gayi hoon na...

first definition abso-f***ing-perfect-loutely describes my current dil ka haal. however, the latter makes for better poetry and blog-post writing.

Ink Spill said...

Abey tere jaison ke liye kaha hai:

"Mohabbat karne waalon ka hai bas itna hi afsana
Tadapna chupke chupke aah bharna ghut ke mar jaana"

Not saara din Inky ka sar khaana aur blog pe tesuay bahaana!

Grrr

Pradyot said...

My definition:

Teri mehfil mein qismat aazmaa kar hum bhi dekhenge
Qismat yaha na chamki to aur koi mehfil mein try karenge


:P

Deepak said...

"Teri mehfil mein qismat aazmaa kar hum bhi dekhenge
par pehlay messenger par chand ghantey aazma kar to dekh lain!"

Anonymous said...

Teri mehfil mein qismat aazmaa kar hum bhi dekhenge,
Pyaar ke naam pe kitni nafrat kar sakte ho dekhenge..

shilpa.

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

I prefer to go with Gulzar - Tere bina zindagi se koi shiqwa nahin / tere bina zindagi bhi koi zindagi nahin

You know you're a wuss? You should hit your neighbour with about 500 watts' worth of Metallica. Or Black Dog.

And I think the "Fee-on-say who doesn't like Delhi" has sterling good sense. So you can either feel good about the compliment to you or fuss over the downer to your city.

J.A.P.

kaaju katli said...

You are a riot!
:)

Deepti said...

I would have used something original on a better day, but right now, I will have to go with the second choice.

hems said...

Kumar Sanu is gr8 and my fav singer.... u have made ur blog even worse by ur harsh mention of Sanu....