Written by Shubha Mudgal, Vasu Dixit, Pavan Kumar KJ and Jishnu Dasgupta
http://swarathma.wordpress.com/2011/11/29/dewarists-track-by-swarathma-and-shubha-mudgal-duur-kinara-lyrics-and-translation/
Vo gaye balam
Vo gaye nadiya paar
Aap toh paar utar gaye
Hum toh rahe majdhaar
(Fragile memories,
Snatches of sound,
Faded photographs
Feelings unbound,
Birds flying in a V,
Homeward bound)
Doorada oorina katheya
Kelide nanna hridaya
Ee gaaliyali, nadiyalli
My heart has heard the tales of that faraway land
The tales that waft in the breeze, and flow in the rivers
Taayiya madilalli
geleyara nageyalli
Naa kandenu katheyannu
In my mother’s lap, I’ve heard these tales
In the laughter of my friends, I’ve seen these tales
Re gehri nadiyaa
Naiyya jhanjhari, duur kinara
Us paar saajan hamaara
Re gehri nadiyaa
(Fading photographs,
snatches of sound,
fragile memories,
feelings unbound)
Kanasolagina kanasali naa kande aa ooranu indu
In a dream within a dream I’ve seen that faraway land
In my mother’s lap, I’ve heard these tales
In the laughter of my friends, I’ve seen these tales
Yes,it was the year I saw that faraway land, poignant teary post for me this.
This year I have missed, my sister's warmth,my mother's cooking full of her love, I have missed it the most,when I was eating food prepared by strange hands, I missed my time with Appa, his laconic self, not finishing his sentences, reminding me so much of myself, I missed these glimpses of myself in an other person. At the end of this year I realized I would never miss all this again in the same gut wrenching way. And that just saddens me,realizing you can never come back again,In the same way.
In other news,Chennai beckoned the year 2012 in its usual brash way,with strong winds blowing threatening to blowing away our umbrellas.
I have discovered awesome eating places in the other city. I promise to write about them in the coming year.
Thanks to flipkart, I have managed to read a decent amount of books.
My software engineer's salary is making KSRTC and the Railways richer.
I wish I had a picture of Jayalalitha or Vijaykanth posters which dot the road I take to office to make this post more interesting.
p.s You missed Jayalalitha in a Ramadan cap :p
Happy birthday bugger
Happy birthday Bugger. I know you are in some other continent and I cant even call you or wish you in the most stupid fashion one can wish their best friend on her birthday this time.Have a wonderful day tomorrow in whatever crazy timezone you are in.
Bugger-Are you high?
Me-No
......
Shall we down it?
Bugger-Are you high?
Me-No
......
Shall we down it?
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