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Finally, The ‘Why’ Is Answered!!!

A question tormenting the human race for ages is finally laid to rest:

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vide Matthew Kroeger‎ to Non-political Beyond the Far Side group

Magic On Harmonium

Some divine music from R. D. Burman, a la Madan Mohan! But first, a zesty piece from an entirely diff world of lavani’s.

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The song is from a Marathi movie Natarang, directed by Ravi Jadhav and starring Atul Kulkarni and Sonalee Kulkarni. Veteran music composer duo Ajay Atul composed the original score for the film. Lyrics by Guru Thakur

‘Vajle ki bara’, an energetic Lavani (a Maharashtrian folk dance form) played by Gagan Choudhary:

Video clip here in case the sound does not come up in the video below..

Watch Amruta Khanvilkar perform the lavani in the movie, sung by Bela Shende and Chorus:

Video clip here.

Watch another performance in a show here:

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Sachin Jambhekar plays ‘Roj Roj Aankhon Tale‘, a sweet melody gently lapping at your ears from the movie Jeeva. Song sung by Asha Bhosle and Amit Kumar. Music: R. D. Burman. Lyrics: Gulzar.

Video clip here.

The clip from the movie:

Video clip here.

More magic to follow.

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Unforgettable Melodies

Links to Youtube are provided in case the clip doesn’t show up here.

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A soulful song from Mohsin Faiz from across the border:

Video here.

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Dil Tadap Tadap Ke‘ from Madhumati (1958) sung by Lata Mangeshkar and Mukesh. Cast: Dilip Kumar, Vyjayantimala, Tarun Bose, Johny Walker, Pran and Jayan. Music: Salil Chaudhry. Lyrics: Shailendra. Director: Bimal Roy..

Video here.

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‘Main Chali Main Chali’ from Professor (1962) sung by Mohammad Rafi and Lata Mangeshkar. Cast: Shammi Kapoor, Kalpana and Lalita Pawar. Music: Shankar Singh Raghuvanshi, Jaikishan Dayabhai Panchal. Lyrics: Hasrat Jaipuri, Shailendra (Shankardas Kesarilal). Director: Lekh Tandon. Producer: F. C. Mehra.

Video here.

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Thandi Hawayein Lehra Ke Aaye‘ from Naujawan (1951) sung by Lata Mangeshkar. Cast: Nalini Jaywant, Prem Nath, Nawab Kashmiri and Yashodra Katju. Music: S.d. Burman. Lyrics: Sahir Ludhianvi. Director : Mahesh Kaul.

Video here.

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Tharoorism’s

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What’s the difference between a normal politician and Shashi Tharoor?

np: People who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
ST: Individuals who make their abodes in vitreous edifices would be advised to refrain from catapulting perilous projectiles.

np: Twinkle, twinkle, little star…
ST: Scintillate, scintillate, aster minim.

np: All that glitters is not gold.
ST: All articles that coruscate with resplendence are not truly auriferous.

np: Beggars are not choosers.
ST: Sorting on the part of mendicants must be interdicted.

np: Dead men tell no tales.
ST: Male cadavers are incapable of rendering any testimony.

np: Beginner’s luck.
ST: Neophyte’s serendipity.

np: Birds of a feather flock together.
ST: Members of an avian species of identical plumage tend to congregate.

np: Beauty is only skin deep.
ST: Pulchritude possesses solely cutaneous profundity.

np: Cleanliness is next to godliness.
ST: Freedom from incrustations of grime is contiguous to rectitude.

np: There’s no use crying over spilt milk.
ST: It is fruitless to become lachrymose of precipitately departed lactile fluid.

np: You can’t try to teach an old dog new tricks.
ST: It is fruitless to attempt to inculcate innovative maneuvers in a superannuated canine.

np: Look before you leap.
ST: Surveillance should precede saltation.

np: He who laughs last, laughs best.
ST: The person presenting the ultimate cachinnation enjoys unsurpassed cachinnation.

np: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
ST: Exclusive dedication to necessitous chores without interludes of hedonistic diversion renders Jack a hebetudinous fellow.

np: Where there’s smoke, there’s fire!
ST: Where there are visible vapours having their provenance in ignited carbonaceous materials, there is conflagration.

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Source: CockTale and Hindustan Times

Doctor Is In

Laughs could be found at most unlikely places, even at the Doctor’s…like his bill, of course they’re usually at your expense.

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Sources:Gautham IyengarFriends For us, Perumal Pillai, Vicki Hagen ‎Non-political Beyond the Far Side group and Suresh MohanBest English Quotes & Sayings

The Dead Too Tell Jokes – A Dark Flash Fiction (Oxymoron?)

The man was sick – his hands that had killed and robbed manynow too feeble to move. Lights around the bed were dimmed for it hurt his eyes, save the soft glow of a solitary lighted candle set on the far-end of the fairly long bed-side table casting exaggerated shadows on the walls.  

Beyond the ubiquitous medicine bottles and flasks close at hand, the maid – a loyal servant of the house over many decades, now attending to the needs of the sick man – had also kept unobtrusively on the table a small picture of Shiva (*) in meditation, hoping against hope He helps her master recover.

She heard footsteps on the marble floor heading this way. A dreaded moment for her.

The footsteps stopped and a man in late thirties, well groomed, entered the room with a bustle. Looked at the man on the bed and then at the maid inquiringly with irritation and impatience.  

The maid informed him his father was tottering in and out of consciousness. Heartless as it might sound, she was in her mind thankful of being spared of another round of a nasty show-down.

“Good. I don’t know how – get his left thumb print on these papers, even if he’s dead. Will be back soon,” he shoved a sheaf of documents in her hand and set a stamping pad on the side-table.

She had seen them before in their hands.  

As he pulled the door open for going away, the sick man suddenly leapt up from the bed in one huge convulsion and dropped back dead. And caused a minor accident – his outstretched hand toppled the stuff on the crowded side-table cascading into the candle tumbling to the floor. It set the maid’s saree on fire. As she jumped in panic, the fire quickly jumped onto the sheets covering the dead man. Her screams, the flame and the smoke drew the other house-staff to the room; they quickly put out the fire before it assumed menacing proportions.

The damage caused by the fire did not appear to be heavy: The saree worn by the maid was charred for about six inches from the bottom. The full-length inner she wore saved her from serious burns. The papers in her hand too were both charred and soggy wet from the water they threw around. And the sheet covering the man was burnt for a couple of inches along the edges.  That seemed to be it.

Very quickly the staff cleaned up the place back to shape. All damaged clothes, sheets and robes replaced, toppled stuff put back where they belonged, the floor wiped dry

The son cursed his luck. Quickly collecting his wits, he saw it to be still a redeemable situation.

He made a show of checking on his father; and then sent away the rest of the staff playing down the fire. The maid was sworn to secrecy on his father’s death. A couple of phone calls made and he would get another set of papers in under ten minutes. So all was not lost.

His impatient wait on the couch was the longest he was ever in this room.

When the papers finally arrived, he summoned the maid.

When he lifted the frail left hand of the man, nay, the corpse to get a thumb print, to his horrorthe corpsehad blood on its hands, this time very much its own. And more, he found melted flesh oozing where the thumb once was.  

He immediately knew the ride from here was going to be rough or, worse, there might be no ride at all. He sat on the couch with hands on his head.

The maid was both sad – for, her master of long years, though evil, was no more; and relieved he was gone before the fire reached him; further evidenced by his face not set in any semblance of a grimace. Instead, strangely, there was a certain smirk on his visage, one might say!  

She certainly had another reason to be sad she was not aware yet: Her Shiva the Destroyer also disappeared in the fire!

Perhaps she might tell herself at that instant there was nothing more for Him to do, so He chose to go away quietly leaving the actors in the human drama unfolding in the house to their devices.

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Note: Shiva is the designated Destroyer among the trinity of gods in the Hindu pantheon, also easily pleased and kind to his devotees.

Source: clipart.com and Guyana times.