"Tan doley, mera man doley.. Mere dil ka gaya karar re..... Kaun bajaaye basuriya...
So sang soulfully, the heroine in the film, her voluptous body covered from head to toe in a saree. So sang wistfully, my old parsi neighbour, looking longingly at the widowed punjabi lady living in the building across.
"Jawaan hai mohobbat, haseen hai zamana... Lutaya hai dilne khushi ka khazana." The shy reply from across, had him beaming, as he took charge of his day, the lilting voice bringing a spring to his step.
This antakshari was an every day affair, an innocent one, that had all us neighbours smiling and trying to guess the reply. It had started the day they won the antakshari for senior citizens in the annual society gala. Paired together at random, the jugalbandi continued, after uncle crooning his usual ' song of the day' got a hesitant reply from across, that had him galvanised, thereafter. Never again did his day start without a song.
This was until, his son came to stay with the old man. Too shy to sing in his presence, the old man contented himself with looks and sighs, as the voice across dried up, too. The son settled in contentedly, during which our songsters stifled, gloom pervaded the society as a whole. One day, his neighbour decided to take matters in his own hand.. He went to the son and explained the situation quite succinctly, adding " Kai ko kebab main haddi ban raela hai, bhai. Tu bhi ja na walk pe roz subah. Teri sehat ban jaegi, and uncle ka gaana ho jaega."
With bated breath we waited the next morning. The son, clad in tights and tee sailed out of his home, went running round the corner, to all intents and purposes gone, leaving the field clear.
Aunty across emerged to, ostensibly hang the washing, peering sadly across. " Aane se uske aaye bahaar, jaane se uske jaaye bahaar..." Sang uncle lustily, as fifty delighted faces popped out of their balconies, "Bari mastaani hai..Meri mehbooba...Meri zindagani hai, meri Mehbooba..
The response from aunty was prompt.."Yaad teri aati hai, mujh ko bara satati hai.......Zid ye jhooti teri , meri jaan le ke jaegi...
The sun emerged bright and strong, as did the smiles all around. God was in his heaven, all was right with the world.
So sang soulfully, the heroine in the film, her voluptous body covered from head to toe in a saree. So sang wistfully, my old parsi neighbour, looking longingly at the widowed punjabi lady living in the building across.
"Jawaan hai mohobbat, haseen hai zamana... Lutaya hai dilne khushi ka khazana." The shy reply from across, had him beaming, as he took charge of his day, the lilting voice bringing a spring to his step.
This antakshari was an every day affair, an innocent one, that had all us neighbours smiling and trying to guess the reply. It had started the day they won the antakshari for senior citizens in the annual society gala. Paired together at random, the jugalbandi continued, after uncle crooning his usual ' song of the day' got a hesitant reply from across, that had him galvanised, thereafter. Never again did his day start without a song.
This was until, his son came to stay with the old man. Too shy to sing in his presence, the old man contented himself with looks and sighs, as the voice across dried up, too. The son settled in contentedly, during which our songsters stifled, gloom pervaded the society as a whole. One day, his neighbour decided to take matters in his own hand.. He went to the son and explained the situation quite succinctly, adding " Kai ko kebab main haddi ban raela hai, bhai. Tu bhi ja na walk pe roz subah. Teri sehat ban jaegi, and uncle ka gaana ho jaega."
With bated breath we waited the next morning. The son, clad in tights and tee sailed out of his home, went running round the corner, to all intents and purposes gone, leaving the field clear.
Aunty across emerged to, ostensibly hang the washing, peering sadly across. " Aane se uske aaye bahaar, jaane se uske jaaye bahaar..." Sang uncle lustily, as fifty delighted faces popped out of their balconies, "Bari mastaani hai..Meri mehbooba...Meri zindagani hai, meri Mehbooba..
The response from aunty was prompt.."Yaad teri aati hai, mujh ko bara satati hai.......Zid ye jhooti teri , meri jaan le ke jaegi...
The sun emerged bright and strong, as did the smiles all around. God was in his heaven, all was right with the world.
brilliant jugalbandi..youve written amazingly well!
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