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The side effects of Radio

I still remember the days, when TV was a luxury and our Murphy Radio was the main source of entertainment. My father is a walking-talking dictionary of Hindi film music. I would spend all my evenings with him listening to the old Hindi songs being played on programs such as ‘Chaaya Geet’, ‘Aap ki Farmaayish’, etc.

His interest in music has had an amazing influence on me. Even to date, radio has been his companion and he often listens to these programs. As a child, I would be surprised at the way in which he would correctly predict the next song to be played, based on the film name, music director, singer, lyricist, etc.

Over the years, his hobby has rubbed on me and I have developed a keen interest in Hindi film music. History indeed repeats itself and now my daughter is often astonished at my ability to predict the next song.

On a serious note, listening to the old Hindi songs has helped to articulate my thoughts and has often sent me soul searching. Whilst on a lighter side, some of these have often tempted me to attempt translating them into English and Kannada. Not that I have been entirely successful in doing so, but I have had lots of fun in attempting this.

One of the first songs which I tried to translate was ‘Chehra ho yaa Chand Khila’ from the movie ‘Saagar’.
My version went something like:

Face or is it the moon which has come out
What a beautiful evening it is
Sea like eyes having dame
Please come out and tell your name

A rather poor attempt at copying is what it turned out to be as my cousins found it sufficient enough to tease me for a long time about. But the poet in me refused to get bogged down. Another attempt was made, this time on the song ‘Baazigar oh Baazigar’ from the movie ‘Baazigar’.

My heart was single
With no one did it mingle
Until you came over here
Gambler oh Gambler

This too didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. In the midst of these silly ones, occasionally there were some average ones. For instance my version of ‘Maine poocha chaand se’ from ‘Abdullah’ turned out to be:

I asked the moon
Whether it has ever seen
Someone like my Beauty queen
And the moon replied
Swearing on Moonlight
Never, ever, Never!!!

Some appreciated this verse, while others said that this was worse than the previous verse. A sure consolation is that my daughter has liked this song and sings this when guests visiting us request her to sing. During college, I had also created a funny interpretation of ‘Kuchi Kuchi Rakamma’ from the movie Bombay.

Kuchi Kuchi Rakamma
Come near me
And give me a
Cute little baby
The whole world is fast asleep
The moon has slid somewhere deep
Kuchi Kuchi Rakamma
Cute little baby

I should be having the entire translation in a diary. If I find it, I shall post it for all of us to have a good laugh. There was also this song ‘Hum na samjhe the, baat itni see, Khwaab Sheeshe ke, Duniya Pattar ki’ from the movie ‘Gardish’. This song in my words became:

Such a simple thing
I had never known
That dreams are made of glass
But the world is made of stone

A lot of friends did appreciate this version. I also tried something similar in Kannada. ‘Jeene ke hain chaar din’ from the movie ‘Mujhse Shaadi Karoge’ is something like:

ಇರೋದೇ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ನಾಕು ದಿನ
ಬಾಕಿ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ಜೀವನ
ಹೋದ್ರೆ ಹೋಯಿತು, ಹೋದ್ರೆ ಹೋಯಿತು
ಹಿಂದೆ ತಿರುಗಿ ಬರಲ್ಲ ಯೆಂದಿಗು ನಮ್ಮ ಯೌವ್ವನ
ಎಂದೆಂದಿಗು ನಮ್ಮ ಯೌವ್ವನ

Finally, ‘Mere sanson mein basa tera hee ik naam’ from the movie ‘Aur Pyaar Ho Gaya’:

ನನ್ನ ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದೆ ನಿನ್ನ ಹೆಸರು
ಗೆಳತಿ ನೀ ನನ್ನುಸಿರು


When BSY came knocking at SMK’s home

BSY as he is known more popularly these days came knocking at the door of SMK alias “Yes Am Krishna”. Although not very sure how Yeddy became Reddy (oops ready) to meet SMK. Being from different political parties, they have rarely been seen together. Though our Chief ‘Mine star’ decided to call it a courtesy visit inside sources say that the visit was to seek Krishna’s intervention in making BENGALOORU part of Obama’s itinerary.

Yeddy is worried that Obama might say “Barrack-ke-agalla” if he were to send him a message “Oh-Bama namma oorige!!” Aware that Krishna during his recent US visit had invited Obama to visit BENGALOORU during his INDIA visit later this year, Yeddy decided to request Krishna to use his good offices and impress upon the US President to visit namma BENGALOORU.

A worried SMK is now running helter-skelter and wants to do everything possible to ensure that BENGALOORU is part of the itinerary. When quizzed about his enthusiasm in helping Yeddy, a puzzled SMK replied that he doesn’t want to see a “Yede-uriyappa” sobbing on National TV again.

Where the Mind is out dear?

Sometimes varied emotions run through my mind. Not sure if anyone has experienced something similar.

For instance, while running my normal errands either at work or at home, I suddenly find myself in a beach in Goa, watching the sunset from the Arabian coast, forgetting all worries that ever existed in my mind. And then I am suddenly reminded that I am in REMO’s land, so I say to myself “I should buy REMO’s old albums when I am in Goa the next time”. I am still searching for them online, but have never been able to find a website that sells these CDs.

In the midst of these thoughts, normalcy is soon restored as I head back to Sleepy Solihull. Before I have spent a few minutes here, I am reminded of the best DOSA outlets in Bangalore, so my mind automatically navigates the Bangalore traffic to quickly transport me to the by lanes of Nagarathpet (near Avenue Road) where the DOSA Carts are awaiting my visit. This too is momentary. Before the DOSA Cart vendor has spread the batter on the hot ‘TAVA’ I am again transported back.

Then in a jiffy, I am this restless soul looking for peace of mind (or perhaps a piece of my mind), longing for darshan of SRI KRISHNA in UDUPI Mutt. Its evening time and I am all excited to watch the ‘UTSAV MOORTI’ being taken in a procession on top of the Golden Chariot. But selfishly, the stomach gets the better of the mind, and I am put into a corner seat at Hotel MITRA SAMAJ, waiting for a plate of GOLI BAJJE and OUTLOOK MASALA DOSA.

The next thing that I visualise, thanks to the Idiot box is that Wimbledon is going on and lovely cross volleys, drop shots and what not. So, I wonder what makes me so restless. The biggest Tennis event, what is famously known in Britain as ‘THE CHAMPIONSHIP’ is currently underway. So I want to head to London the next morning. “Forget project deliverables, they will always be there”, the mind reassures.

Before my mind wanders anymore, missus walks out and reminds me that it’s been a long since we took a vacation. She says “Why don’t we go to Italy during the next Bank Holiday?” Her excitement remains until I remind her of the impending Home Loan and that is it, I am just short of being tarnished as this villain straight out a Masala Blockbuster movie.

Finally, my mind realises that I was, I am and I will remain confused and informs me, “Look! It’s better to get back to office tomorrow. There are important meetings and lots of tasks pending in the To-Do List. So get back to sleep now.”