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Wednesday, August 12th, 2009 | Author:

“Iss desh ko rakhna mere bachchon sambhaal ke.” You must have heard this song playing on radio or TV on August 15, October 2 or January 26. The patriotic song from the film Jagriti was sung by Mohd. Rafi. However, many people across the border hear this song playing on August 14.

A Rare Message to Pakistani Youth-1957

Somebody in Pakistan also sailed the same kashti to safety from the same toofaan. He also had kids, who were being appealed to. The only difference being that they were being told to rescue the mulq, not the desh. The lyrics and the music are exactly the same. While technically the Pakistani boat reached the shores before the Indian one, this composition is originally Indian. A Pakistani got, as Pritam would say, ‘inspired.’ It must be a time zone issue.

Wait a minute. Am I sounding like bashing a Pakistani? NO. I love the country and its people. With due respect to my national anthem, I declare that I enjoy the Pakistani national anthem more than Jana Gana Mana. However, I have no respect for people who project a stolen piece of work as their own – irrespective of their nationality.

By the way, there is another song “Sabarmati ke sant tune kar diya kamal”. That one became “Aye QaideAzam tera ahsaan hai ahsaan”. This was still creative, considering only the music was copied and Gandhi was replaced with Jinnah. The height of plagiarism, however, was in the video. In the Indian version, a handicapped student is singing the song. The disability of the Pakistani director is visible in his inability to think of something different.

 

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | Author:

Maggie can’t play drums

for the rest of his life…

Neetu can’t say ‘No’

to tying the knot…

Annie can’t come home

late at night…

Rahul can’t relish

the enticing street food…

and I?… I can’t… just leave it.

Bobby can’t vroom

his bike on the road…

Monica can’t keep

a pup at home…

Ali can’t play with

water in the rain…

Sania can’t pray

the God she likes…

and I?…

I can’t… just leave it.

Radha can’t sing

a song aloud…

Mohit can’t call

his uncle who’s no more…

Prachi can’t wear

shorts to office…

and I?… I can’t… just leave it.

Friday, May 01st, 2009 | Author:

X: joote bade sexy hain tere… adidas hain?

Y: kahaan?… hum garib adiddas ki spelling bhi nahi jaante

X: MS Word use kiya karo
X: achcha toh phir kahaan se khareede yeh?

Y: i bot them from sreeleathers

X: ok

Y: par chappal ka mazaa to kuch aur hi hai

X: woh toh hai
X: gandhi ne chappal pehenkar azaadi dilaayi

Y: usne dhoti bhi pehni thi

X: aur advani ko bhi chappal padi

Y: yahan pe status ka mamla tha, advani chappal aur bush joota

X: status nahi culture…purab aur pashchim

Y: sahi ho bhaiyya

X: dekh agar sanskriti ke chakkar mein na pada hota
X: toh khaane ko kamse kam joota toh milta

Y: LOL
Y: par chappal pata pat padti hai jabki joota dhaba dhab padta hai, to chappal hi jeeti yahan bhi

X: main election ladoonga

Y: aur chappal khaunga??

X: toh mera chunaav chinh hoga ‘chappal’

Y: aap toh advani ke padchinhon par chal rahein hain
Y: kaafi stock milega chappal ka janta se

X: but it is any day better than getting into bush’s shoes