| Na maen momin vich maseet aan Na maen vich kufar diyan reet aan Na maen paakaan vich paleet aan Na maen moosa na pharaun. Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun Na maen andar ved kitaab aan, Na vich bhangaan na sharaab aan Na vich rindaan masat kharaab aan Na vich jaagan na vich saun. Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun. Na vich shaadi na ghamnaaki Na maen vich paleeti paaki Na maen aabi na maen khaki Na maen aatish na maen paun Bulleh!, ki jaana maen kaun Na maen arabi na lahori Na maen hindi shehar nagauri Na hindu na turak peshawri Na maen rehnda vich nadaun Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun Na maen bheth mazhab da paaya Ne maen aadam havva jaaya Na maen apna naam dharaaya Na vich baitthan na vich bhaun Bulleh , ki jaana maen kaun Avval aakhir aap nu jaana Na koi dooja hor pehchaana Maethon hor na koi siyaana Bulla! ooh khadda hai kaun Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun | Not a believer inside the mosque, am I Nor a pagan disciple of false rites Not the pure amongst the impure Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh Bulleh! to me, I am not known Not in the holy Vedas, am I Nor in opium, neither in wine Not in the drunkard`s craze Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze Bulleh! to me, I am not known In happiness nor in sorrow, am I Neither clean, nor a filthy mire Not from water, nor from earth Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth Bulleh! to me, I am not known Not an Arab, nor Lahori Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri Hindu, Turk (Muslim), nor Peshawari Nor do I live in Nadaun Bulleh! to me, I am not known Secrets of religion, I have not known From Adam and Eve, I am not born I am not the name I assume Not in stillness, nor on the move Bulleh! to me, I am not known I am the first, I am the last None other, have I ever known I am the wisest of them all Bulleh! do I stand alone? Bulleh! to me, I am not known source: |
Monday, February 7, 2011
Bulla Ki Jaana - Rabbi Shergill (Lyrics)
Sunday, February 6, 2011
" Can I ever value and declare ‘marks’ for the kindness my child has often shown? "
| Publication: The Times Of India Kolkata; | Date: Feb 6, 2011; | Section: Times Life; | Page: 34 |
Full marks for mydaughter!
As the minutes tick by for her daughter’s results, Jyothi Bharat Divgi awards her marks for being a perfect child
IT was 10.58 am, two minutes to go before the SSC results were declared online. I stood before the computer holding my 15-year-old child against my bosom. She was sobbing bitterly and so helplessly. As the seconds ticked by agonisingly slow, I held her tight. I wiped her tears gently, brushed aside mine, swallowed the lump in my throat and told her softly, “No matter what percentage this machine declares, to me you always are and will be a one hundred per cent child.” I meant every word.
It really did not matter what she scored. I love her for what she is. But, to her, it meant the world. How can a mother convince her child that she is more precious than what an Education Board declares? Words seemed so futile. All I could do is hold her sobbing body against mine and pray.
Can I ever value and declare ‘marks’ for the kindness my child has often shown? Even as a toddler, she would rush to help an injured animal. Two weeks ago, when a stray kitten was mauled by a tomcat, she had nursed it till its last breath. It was a Sunday, but she cajoled the vet to come down and look at the kitten. Not content with the diagnosis, she called up good old animal lover and vet Gourish Padukone to seek his advice long distance!
Can I ever put it in numbers and decimals and give it a value, the time she carved out of her busy SSC year to play the keyboard at a concert for
the adorable children of
Ekalavya, a school for the
children of sex workers?
And the times she cleaned up my room? Can I ever give ‘marks’ to the love she showers on everyone she meets, such as giving chocolates to Madhavi, the flower vendor round the corner!
When such a flawless child, ever so caring and giving, weeps her heart out just in terror of anticipating her SSC results, what can be more painful for a mother? The two minutes passed by slowly. A few seconds after 11am, the computer declared she passed with distinction.
True, her joy matters. But I also know this temporary euphoria will eventually fade away with time. What will remain is the fact that she will continue to be a hundred per cent child — loving, caring, giving. And this is true for every child, no matter what the results declare.
(Soul Curry is a column where we invite our readers to
share their soul-stirring experiences)
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