Thursday 21 March 2013

Modern Era! Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ~ Gulaal version





Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamare dil me hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna bazu-e-kaatil me hai
Waqt aane pe bataadenge tujhe e aasmaan
Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil me hai

Oh re Bismil kaash aate aaj tum Hindustaan
Dekhte ki mulk saara kya tashan, kya thrill mein hai
Aaj ka launda yeh kehta hum to bismil thak gaye
Apni aazaadi to bhaiya laundiya ke til mein hai.

Aaj ke jalson me Bismil ek gunga gaa raha.
Aur behron ka wo rela naachta mehfil mein hai
Haath ki khadi banaane ka zamaana lag gaya
Aaj to chaddi bhi silti englison ki mill mein hai

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamare dil me hai…
….kya batayen kya hamare dil me hai

Thursday 14 March 2013

Ang Lee: A Never-Ending Dream

            "Entrepreneurship is about chasing your dreams, no matter what it takes"

“In 1978, as I applied to study film at the University of Illinois, my father vehemently objected. He quoted me a statistic: ‘Every year, 50,000 performers compete for 200 available roles on Broadway.’ Against his advice, I boarded a flight to the U.S. This strained our relationship. In the two decades following, we exchanged less than a hundred phrases in conversation.

“One should not be afraid of challenges and downfalls in business and should always take a right step towards the right direction with the help of expert people. One should not expect fruits from day one. We should give ample time for our business to flourish at its fullest.”

Some years later, when I graduated film school, I came to comprehend my father’s concern. It was nearly unheard of for a Chinese newcomer to make it in the American film industry. Beginning in 1983, I struggled through six years of agonizing, hopeless uncertainty. Much of the time, I was helping film crews with their equipment or working as editor’s assistant, among other miscellaneous duties. My most painful experience involved shopping a screenplay at more than thirty different production companies, and being met with harsh rejection each time.

That year, I turned 30. There’s an old Chinese saying: ‘At 30, one stands firm.’ Yet, I couldn’t even support myself. What could I do? Keep waiting, or give up my movie-making dream? My wife gave me invaluable support. My wife was my college classmate. She was a biology major, and after graduation, went to work for a small pharmaceutical research lab. Her income was terribly modest. At the time, we already had our elder son, Haan, to raise. To appease my own feelings of guilt, I took on all housework – cooking, cleaning, taking care of our son – in addition to reading, reviewing films and writing scripts. Every evening after preparing dinner, I would sit on the front steps with Haan, telling him stories as we waited for his mother – the heroic huntress – to come home with our sustenance (income).

"There might be situations when an entrepreneur would feel like giving up, but then the urge for success and desire for excellence makes him continue to walk the path he has chosen."

This kind of life felt rather undignified for a man. At one point, my in-laws gave their daughter (my wife) a sum of money, intended as start-up capital for me to open a Chinese restaurant – hoping that a business would help support my family. But my wife refused the money. When I found out about this exchange, I stayed up several nights and finally decided: This dream of mine is not meant to be. I must face reality.Afterward (and with a heavy heart), I enrolled in a computer course at a nearby community college. At a time when employment trumped all other considerations, it seemed that only a knowledge of computers could quickly make me employable. For the days that followed, I descended into malaise. My wife, noticing my unusual demeanor, discovered a schedule of classes tucked in my bag. She made no comment that night. The next morning, right before she got in her car to head off to work, my wife turned back and – standing there on our front steps – said, ‘Ang, don’t forget your dream.’ And that dream of mine – drowned by demands of reality – came back to life. As my wife drove off, I took the class schedule out of my bag and slowly, deliberately tore it to pieces. And tossed it in the trash.
           "A true entrepreneur never loses hope and does not deviate from his goal."
Sometime after, I obtained funding for my screenplay, and began to shoot my own films. And after that, a few of my films started to win international awards. Recalling earlier times, my wife confessed, ‘I’ve always believed that you only need one gift. Your gift is making films. There are so many people studying computers already, they don’t need an Ang Lee to do that. If you want that golden statue, you have to commit to the dream.’ And today, I’ve finally won that golden statue. I think my own perseverance and my wife’s immeasurable sacrifice have finally met their reward. And I am now more assured than ever before: I must continue making films. You see, I have this never-ending dream.”
"Time Change Nothing! Doing things changes things! 
Not doing things leaves things exactly as they were! "

Wednesday 6 March 2013

Realize!


To realize The value of a sister/brother Ask someone Who doesn't have one...

To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple....

To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate...

To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam...

To realize The value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn...

To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother Who has given birth to A premature baby..

To realize The value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper...

To realize The value of one hour: Ask the couple who turned backs and slept without a word...
  
To realize The value of one minute: Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane....

To realize The value of one-second: Ask a person Who has survived an accident...

Time waits for no one treasure every moment you have....

Tuesday 5 March 2013

Ya Sahib-Al-Jamal wa ya sayyad-ul Bashar


یا صاحب الجمال و یا سید البشر 
من وجہک المنیر لقد نور القمر 

داتا ،سخی ،کریم ، ید اللہ ، نامور 
بندہ نواز، بادشاہِ حسن سرو سر
تیرے بھکاری شاہ و گدا اور تاجور
سلطان دو جہاں، شہنشاہ بحر و بر
بندے پہ اپنی مہر کی ہو جائے اک نظر


آئینہء جمال خدا آپکی نظر 
زلف بتاں ہے سورۃ والیل سر بسر 
ہر نقس پا پہ عکس ہیں خورشید اور قمر
ثانی نہیں ہے آپکا کوئی پیامبر
مل کر پڑھو درود شہِ دو جہاں پر
یا صاحب الجمال و یا سید البشر ﷺ 


عشق رسول پاک ﷺ میری زندگی رہے
حب نبی ﷺ سے مست رہوں ،بیخودی رہے
کل کائینات سے مجھے بیگانگی رہے
ہر دم مجھے حضور ﷺ سے وابستگی رہے
ورد زبان صبح و شب بس یہی رہے


اے رحمت تمام ، شہنشاہ خوش خصال 
اے مظہرِ تجلیِ انوار ذوالجلال
اے تاجدار عرش اولی ، شاہ با کمال
ہے پیکر جمال الہی ، تیرا جمال
اے وجہ خلق ہر دو جہانی و بے مثال


چرچا تمہاری عظمت و شوکت کا چار سو
نور خدا ہے آپ ﷺ ہی کا نور ہو بہو 
شان آپ ﷺ کی ہے ، جلہ جلالہ 
قرآن میں بیان کرے ، حق سبحانہ 
وردِ خدا ہے صلو علیہ وسلمو

پہنچے فلک پہ جب شہ کونین نیک خو
سب سر بسجدہ ہو گئے جنت کے خوبرو 
حور و ملائکہ میں تھی باہم یہ گفتگو
صل علی ہیں بہارِ گلستان وحدہ
لا

ہے آپ ہی کے حسن کا پھولوں میں رنگ و بو
ہے جستجو حضور ﷺ کی اللہ کی جستجو
ہے روشنی حضور کے چہرے کی چار سو 
اے خسروِ تجلیِ انوار اللہ ھو
قربان تم پہ سارے حسیں سارے خوبرو



~ Saadi Shirazi ~



Monday 4 March 2013

Mainu chad ke kali nu tur chaliya ~via~ Koi Labda



koi mangda pyaar ae
Love is what some ask for

koi labda yaar ae
A beloved is what some search for

naeen har kise noon milda man mangya dildaar
Nobody gets the love their heart desires

har kise noon naeen milda man mangya dildaar
Everybody doesn’t get the love their heart desires

koi tarse maan de laad noon
Some yearn for mother’s tenderness

koi tarse pio de pyaar noon
Some yearn for father’s love

koi tarse chain qaraar noon
Some yearn for calm and tranquility

koi tarse yaar de deedaar noon
Some yearn for a sight of their beloved

har kise noon mukammal jahaan naeen milda
Nobody gets a perfect world

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mukh chann jiya mere wallon mor ke
Turning your moonlike face away from me

mainoon ghammaan de chanaab wich rorh ke
Tossing me into a river of sorrows

das jindri guzaaraan kiwen kalliyaan
Tell me how I am to spend my life all alone

mere palle ki rah gaya ni
Oh what have I been left with?

phullaan naalon kooliya bahaaron naalon pyaariya
More delicate than flowers, lovelier than spring

aaja ik waari mere dil de qaraariya
Come just once, my heart’s serenity!

aaween taan dukhre hataan waaliya
Oh come, assuager of my sorrows!

gal sun ja ni maahi jaan waaliya
Just listen, O departing lover!

mainu chad ke kali nu tur challiya
Leaving me all alone, you are going

mere palle ki rah gaya ni
Oh what have I been left with?

koi mangda koi labda
Some ask for… Some search for…

koi tarse
Some yearn for…

das mainoon kinne tainoon keeta majboor we
Oh, tell me who has compelled you

kihri gallon jaarya we chhalla maitoon door we
Why, my enchanter, are you going away from me?