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Humne dekhi hai un aankhoon ki mehekti khushboo

Film: Khamoshi (1969)

Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

Lyricist: Gulzar

Music Director: Hemant Kumar

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English Annotation by Ratnendra Pandey

(Translation of meaning)

Link to the video :  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WRlSSwpBg8

1

Humne dekhi hai un aankhon ki mahakti khusboo
Haath Se chhu ke ise rishton ka ilzaam na do
Sirf ehsaas hai ye rooh se mehsoos karo
Pyar ko pyar hi rehne do koi naam na do

[I understand the love in those eyes. Love is a feeling that can be sensed only by soul.  Do not stain it by touch; or belittle it as a relation.]

2

Pyar koi bol nahi, pyar aawaz nahi
Ek khamoshi hai sunti hai kaha karti hai
Na ye bujhtee hai, na rukti hai, na thahri hai kahin
Noor ki boond hai sadiyon se baha karti hai
Sirf ehsaas hai ye rooh se mehsoos karo
Pyar ko pyar hi rehne do koi naam na do

sirf ehsaas……………….

[Love cannot be expressed with sounds or words.  It is a silence that tells and can be heard. It has never stopped or has ever been put off. It is like a trace of light illuminating for centuries.]

3

Muskarahat si khili rehti aankhon mein kahin
Aur palkon pe ujaale se jhuke rehte hain
Honth kuch kehte nahi kaanpte hothon pe magar
Kitne khaamsoh se afsaane ruke rehte hain

sirf ehsaas……………….

[There is always a smile in eyes and brightness beneath eyelids. The lips do not tell; yet, on the trembling lips, many silent stories wait to be told.]

Sunday, November 14, 2010
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Happy Diwali 2010

Happy DiwaliWhen I was a child, the best part of Diwali used to be bursting crackers.  As a little boy of about age 10, my friends and I used to test our bravery  by letting a bomb burst in our hands.  We would take one of those bombs that  used to be about a match stick long and about a pencil thick and used to be made by  rolling many layers of red paper over a small pouch of explosive powder. We would  put the fuse of the bomb on fire by putting it over a flame of nearby candle, and then stretching out  hand as for as away from face, wait for the bomb to blow. They did not have good quality control  those days;  many bombs did not blow. So, we would wait for it to blow.  Some of us who were impatient  would just go and tap the feet on the bomb hoping it might burst. Needless to say, some of them would refuse to burst, and some of them would do so at worst time.

Yet, the superstars of Diwali were the boring little flames who kept up all night. They would brave  strong wind, abusive children, and falling debris. Sometime they would flicker  violently making you think they were about to die, only to discover they were just dodging a strong gust of wind out  on an ugly mission to put the flames off.  The battle between  the good and evil would continue all night or till the  time the lamps ran out of oil or there was no more wick  to burn. They were the real heroes.

O little flame, my hero, may I ask you lighten up my  heart and my mind, and those of my friends, and of everyone else.

–Ratnendra Pandey

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