The Sticky (err.. Slippery) Jasmine Song

Bichhu mere naina, badi zehereeli aankh maare
Kamsin kamariya saali ik thumke se lakh maare
Haaye!
Bichhu mere naina, badi zehereeli aankh maare
Kamsin kamariya saali ik thumke se lakh maare
Note hazaaro'n ke, khulla chhutta karaane aayi
Husn ki teelli se beedi-chillam jalaane aayi

Aaayi ! chikni Jasmine chhup ke akeli pawwa (quarter) chadha ke aayi (x4 times)


Scorpions are my eyes, very poisonous is my blink

The thin waist of mine, the sister-in-law, kills 0.1 million in one thrust

Hey!! Scorpions are my eyes, very poisonous is my blink

The thin waist of mine, the sister-in-law, kills 0.1 million in one thrust

I have come for getting change for an INR 1000 note

And to light beedis and chillums with the matchstick of my beauty

Here comes the sticky (err.. Slippery) Jasmine, alone in disguise, after loading one quarter. ||4||

Jungle mein aaj mangal karungi main
Bhookhe sheron se khelungi main
Makkhan jaisi hatheli pe jalte angaare le lungi main
Haaye! gehre paani ki machhli hoon Raja
Ghaat Ghaat dariya mein ghoomi hoon main
Teri nazro ki leharo'n se haar ke aaj doobi hoon main

In the Jungle, I’ll do a Tuesday,

And play with hungry lions.

And hold red coal in the buttered palm of my hands

Hey! I am the fish of deep waters, Oh King!

I’ve travelled banks of various seas

But in the wave of your sight, I will drown today.
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Hoye jaanleva jalwa hai
Dekhne mein halwa hai
Jaanleva jalwa hai
Dekhne mein halwa hai
Pyaar se paros doongi toot le zaraa

Oye! I have fatal attitude

Which looks like porridge

Oye! I have fatal attitude

Which looks like porridge

I’ll serve it to you with love, dig in!

Yeh toh trailer hai poori fillam dikhane aayi
Husn ki teelli se beedi-chillam jalaane aayi
Aaayi ! chikni Jasmine chhup ke akeli pawwa chadha ke aayi (x4 times)

This is just the trailer, I’ve come to show to whole movie

And to light beedis and chillums with the matchstick of my beauty

Here comes the sticky (err.. Slippery) Jasmine, alone in disguise, after loading one quarter. ||4||

Banjar basti mein aayi hai masti
Aisa namkeen chehra tera
Meri neeyat pe chadhke chhoote na hai rang gehra tera

In the barren township, here comes the fun

Such is the salty face of yours

Your colours are not washing off after staining my intentions

Joban ye mera kenchi hai raja
Saare pardo ko kaatungi main
Shaame meri akeli hai aaja sang tere baatungi main

My youth is like a pair of scissors, oh King!

I’ll cut all the curtains

My evenings are lonely, come! I’ll share them with you!

Haaye! baaton mein ishaara hai
Jisme khel saara hai 
Baaton mein ishaara hai
Jisme khel saara hai 
Tod ke tijoriyon ko loot le zara
Choom ke zakhmo pe thoda malham lagaane aayi

Husn ki teelli se beedi-chillam jalaane aa.yi
Aayi Chikni..chikni...aayi..aayi
Aayi Chikni..chikni...aayi..aayi
Aaayi ! chikni Jasmine chhup ke akeli pawwa chadha ke aayi...

Oye! There are gestures in my words

Which have all the play in them

Oye! There are gestures in my words

Which have all the play in them

Break all the vaults and rob all you can

I’ve come to kiss on the wounds and apply ointment

And to light beedis and chillums with the matchstick of my beauty

Comes sticky (err.. Slippery) .. sticky (err.. Slippery).. comes.. comes..

Comes sticky (err.. Slippery).. sticky (err.. Slippery).. comes.. comes..

Here comes the sticky (err.. Slippery) Jasmine, alone in disguise, after loading one quarter.

Beyond The First 50 Miles

Let us go back to the time we learnt to drive a car. The adrenaline rush of driving for the first time coupled with the trepidation of not knowing how the first drive is going to be. The false starts; the first gear; using the rear view mirror; understanding the mechanism of brake and gear shift; getting to know the clutch control; dealing with traffic; the first dent or scratch; and the pride of reversing the car back to its original position.

But as we go on driving, we find that our journeys are getting smoother; that we are understanding our vehicles better; that the gear shifts are becoming more effortless; that we are travelling more distance in the same quantity of fuel; and that false starts, dents, scratches and the trepidation are becoming rarer. 

As of today, I am still in my trepidation stage. I still get that cold sweat every time I see too much traffic ahead of me. I still swear more than what is necessary (if you have driven in India, you would agree that some amount of swearing is necessary). But I hope to cross over soon.

This cycle of learning is an integral part of everything in life. We may have rolled our eyes every time our teachers told us that 'Practice makes a man perfect' (women are born perfect apparently), but the fact of life is that, it is true. The trick is to keep on challenging one's fears, to keep on learning from one's failures and most importantly, to keep on trying - Beyond the false starts, the scratches, the cold sweats, the swearing and the first 50 miles.

The downside of Happiness

"If an idle mind is a devil's workshop, a preoccupied one is probably where he goes for a vacation."

Read this statement carefully, folks! It is a Murthism that has arrived to me after a long long time.. Sometimes, I really miss those days of abject haplessness, unintentional solitude (also known as loneliness) and self-deprecating sorrows.. I admit that I didn't have much, but I at least had things to vent out... A process that invariably led to a somewhat steady production cycle of Murthisms and blog posts.. Then one fine day, Happiness struck back with a vengeance...

So, the United States of Happiness toppled the creatively fruitful but an unarguably dictatorial regime of Masochism.. And thereafter, gave M/s Smiles Inc. the job of reconstructing the dilapidated infrastructure and reinstated democracy by bringing in a rubber stamp government headed by Mr. Contentment in coalition with a certain Mr. Complacency.

The result? A period where every day is so good that I can't really differentiate one day from another; a period where I doubt my perceptions about the world because I feel that I'm looking through rose tinted glasses; a period where I feel that everything needs to be experienced and not necessarily written about.

Now, I will get to the point (finally!!).... Till the time, this existing government is not voted out through an incumbency wave or thrown out due to a military coup, please bear with the irregular blog updates and murthism msgs. Thank you for your patience, it will be tested rather rigorously. 

All around the crystal ball

The biggest and the best of iconoclasts,

And the most devoted of atheists and agnostics,

Will sneak a peek at an unattended crystal ball.

For we are all intrigued by what the future holds.

But we forget some simple facts,

That the future is what we make of it;

That the human mind supersedes the fate;

That what we see in the crystal ball

Is only the sum of all our repressed wants.