Script writing for a Hindi serial in TV

Script   writing   for a Hindi serial in TV

By

A Non Hindi  P.R.Ramachander

(I saw a write up in Tamil in Whatsapp about this   and I am not at all   sure  , whether  I can write  a Hindi Serial  for TV)

I went with my   Hindi knowing friend   to a hindi cinema as I went on asking him questions like  “What does it mean?” , “why ?”   etc  and  the  friend got bored    and told me  you do not know  ABCD of Hindi  .Why have   you come to trouble me . I told him , “I keep on seeing Hindi serials  and so I can even write   a script  for a hindi serial.”My friend got very angry   with me   and told ,”How do we do it?”

The serial starts   with  a letter,

“This   is the Chutti  , May be    writing to you,

And friend corrected “Chitti” not  “ chutti”

Ok no problem if it is a  historic serial ,put,

“Muhabbath “  everywhere   and if it  is a modern one,

Put “Pyar”  everywhere, If is puranic   serial,

Put in  lot of “Paranthu”  and :”dhanyavad”   

And if it is  a story, of fifty years  back do use  lots of  “Lekin”

If a king appears  say “maharaj ki jai”

If hero is trouble   make him say “Rab”

If it is a Punjabi story  , make people say “Biradari”

If you are talking of modern life , put lots of “Jindagi”

If it is heroins birthday  , put lots and lots  of “Pyaar”

Let people   say lots of “Suno and DEkho” ,

So that  hero and heroine can talk privately,

That is all

Now I am feeling  “Bookh “ in my   tummy,

Tell  Mataji to prepare “Khana” in “Rasoi”.

Urmilayana -the story of Urmila

Urmilayana  -the story  of Urmila

By

P.R.Ramachander

(Lon long time, when I was about 10 years old   I had read    the story of  Urmila in Kalaimagal  possibly written by great writer Kanchana .  After reading the story only I came to know   about the very strong women characters in  Ramayana.  Recently a post  in tamil referred to that  story. I  then wrote it and later I found   That Sujatha has  written a eleven part story about her in a blog called  kathaa-amrit.blogspot.com. It is extensive and very moving   and had I seen that  I would not have written this. Anyway  having written , I wanted to post it.)

Ramayana   is a great epic famous  for ,

Its great   Women characters and I am sure ,

 All of you know   about  Kausalya , Sumithra,

Kaikeyi  ,Mandhara,  Thadaga, Sabari   and Mandodhari.

But  when some one talks   about   Urmila of Ramayana ,

Many of you   would  definitely ask  “Urmila   who?”

Urmila was   another daughter  of Janaka who married,

Lakshmana the   very dear   younger brother of  Rama.

I do not know   whether   any of you have  noticed ,

That  in the great epic of  Valmiki  Ramayana ,

As soon as a character’s role is over, nothing ,

Is mentioned    about   him or her  till he has a  role to play.

Bharatha   or Kausalya  or Kaikeyi  or Simithrs,

Or Shatrugna or for   that matter  their kula guru  vasishta,

Is not mentioned    in the epic till  Lord Rama   returns,

After  they bid him farewell  in the forest  after Dasaratha’s death.

Nothing is mentioned    about   Janaka  or  Urmila ,

Or Mandavi or   Sruthakirthi    after   the marriage of Sita and Rama,

And based  on other   versions   of Ramayana , I am trying ,

To  describe   the life of Urmila   , the wife of Lakshmana

  When Rama   decided   to go to forest as per  wishes of his father,

Sita convinced Rama  that if Rama wanted  Kausalya  not to come with him,

Because she had to look after  his father , there was   a need ,

For her to go with   Rama so that she can look after  her.

Rama’s  very dear    brother  Lakshmana   also  convinced him,

That he needed to accompany him    so that  Rama and Sita are  well protected,

And then Rama   made  Lakshmana    go to his  palace,

And  take  permission of his wife  Urmila   to go to forest.

But when Lakshmana  went to his palace he found   Urmila  ,

Dressed to kill   and living   in very great joy  and she told,

Her husband, “ My father did not   give me as   your bride ,

So that    I would live in poverty in the forest   and so  bye to you.”

Lakshmana   was greatly shocked   and told her  in great anger,

“I hate you and would not   even like to see   your face   from now on.”

But Urmila    who loved him lot    only smiled    and bid him farewell .

The Very angry   short tempered  Lakshmana immediately left her.”

 As soon as he left,  Urmila    who  had great love   and respect for Rama and Sita ,

Changed   her dress   to that  of a  Sanyasini     and started living there  in Ayodhya,

Looking after  well    all the three  mothers    and she told them , “I was harsh to my husband,

Because  I wanted   him to go and look after Rama and Sita    without any distractions.”

Fourteen years  in Ayodhya    was almost eventless   and went away in a jiffy,

And Rama   came back along    with Sita    and Lakshmana   and as per,

The wishes   of the people    Rama was   crowned   as king of Ayodhya.

But Lakshmana  never went back to his palace   and nordid he talk a word  to his wife.

Sita   , who was shrewd and merciful   understood   something was wrong ,

In the life of Urmila    and extracted  out of her   all   that happened   to her.

She then promised her that  she would tell   everything   to Lakshmana and convince him,

But God had    other plans   and Rama   decided   to sent Sita   away to the forest.

While Lakshmana   was taking to her the forest  , Sita told him everything   about Urmila,

Whose self effacing   sacrifice had   no parallel  in any of the stories they have heard.

Lakshmana  with tears in his eyes   due to the order  of his brother   as well as ,

The silly way that  he  tortured Urmila    who was a women nonpareil  Left Sita in the forest.

Lakshmand  as soon as he entered   rushed to his palace   rather   than his brother’s palace ,

And fell flat  sobbing uncontrollably    at the    feet of Urmila   and begged   her pardon,

But   she the one who is humility    and sacrifice personified    just told him  .

That   it was   she who was   solely   responsible   for what happened to her,.

If  Rama   who gave up  the  kingdom that was  due to him has  done great sacrifice,

If Sita   who gave up  the life  of Luxury in Ayodhya to be with Rama has done  great sacrifice,

If Bharatha   who  patiently waited  for his broither’s return worshipping his sandal  has done great sacrifice ,

IF Lakshmana    who did not eat  or sleep   for fourteen years   to guard his brother  has done great sacrifice ,

What of Urmila , who  just for helping  her husband do her duty  , sacrificed   everything that she knew off,

And lived   a  life of a saint   and earned   the   great hate  of her husband?  Is it not a greater sacrifice?

Apply to admission in a monastery with identification

Apply   to  admission in a monastery with identification

Rewritten by

P.R.Ramachander

(This is based   on a  tamil posting   in the face book, Thanks to whoever  has posted it there. I searched online for it  but could not find it.  Had the monastery  been in India in 2017, Singlan  would be forced   to apply for aadhar card.)

There was a chinese   soldier   called  Singlan,

Who wanted to know   about   spirituality.  

He wandered all around   in search of a great Guru,

And reached the monastery    in Tibet   at the mountain top.

When he    was trying    to enter  the great monastery ,

One young saint stopped   him  and asked him  what he wanted.

Singlan   said he wanted to know  about    what is spirituality ,

And he heard  that the monastery teaches   just that.

The young saint told   that there  are lot of rules  of admission   in that monastery

A nd so he should  first   write an application   along with  his identity.

The saint  also told   that already ten thousand people had applied.

And the chief   finally proposes     to choose   just twenty students

Singlan laughed    and told  the saint that as he   wanted to learn spirituality,

The first thing   he lost   was all   the identity   about him.

The saint   said   you cannot be admitted  , pushed him out,

And closed   the door and Singlan   slept    below a  tree.

That night   the chief of monastrey  who was all knowing ,

Called   and told the young saint”Don’t you know that we have all lost our identity”

He  also told him, Since Singlan   has lost   all his identity   even before coming there,

He  was the  best student    and  was already selected   as the first student .

The young saint felt ashamed that  he asked    for identity from a person,

Who has already lost it , as he himself   did not have any identity.

God does not forsake any one

God does not forsake    any one

Rewritten by

P.R,Ramachander

(This is a very famous story   available in various places on line.  One of them is   written in 2013  http://www.frtommylane.com/stories/God/heart/fern_bamboo.htm  and even there the one who wrote has mentioned that  he does not know who is the author.  But I read it in face book  as  a post in Tamil  by one of my friends   and wrote this.  I thank the  original author of this great story. )

One  day  I decided  to forsake  this   my world,

My  work, My relations   and my belief in God,

I decided   that  I would  live deep   in the forest,

All alone   like sages   who has left the world.

After  entering   the forest  I wanted   to talk to God,

And ask him some questions   and clear   all my  doubts,

I called   him and he  came  immediately  before me ,

And I asked him , “Why I should not leave this world?”

God said , Just  see   all the plants  that grow  in this forest,

Most of them are  thorny  bushes   and ofcourse   some Bamboos

Which have grown taller and firmer   than all plants near it,

I was the one who put the   seeds of  bushes as well as  bamboos.

Ever since I put   the  seeds  I have  been observing   them closely,

I also supplied each plant  all their needs  including water , food and light.

The seeds of bushes germinated   very fast   and  they spread  all over  the forest ,

As if a very pretty   green carpet  is spread   all over    the forest.

But nothing happened   to the bamboo seed but I kept on caring for it,

One year  passed   but still  there  was no progress  in its growth.

But the bushes rose up   and stuck deep roots  and grew further,

But I did not stop   caring   for  the Bamboo seed  that did not grow.

Three years    got over  and soon  five years   were  also  got over,

But nothing   happened to the bamboo seeds but I did not forget about it,

And the fifth year came and the bamboo seed produced   two green leaves,

And the  small  looking bamboo plant   had broken the  strong soil and had come up.

But compared to bushes  it was   simply   insignificant   and a pygmy   so to say ,

But within another six  months  the bamboos grew much taller  than the bushes,

And I understood that  though bamboo seed did   not germinate   and come out ,

In these  five years, it had  produces a very strong root system which has spread  every where.

Only after   it was confident   that its root system   was strong and can support ,

A very tall  bush like   structure  the seed    had germinated and its roots were also strong.

For all my creations   I have given sufficient strength   to meet all  the challenges  it will face,

And  I  was very careful not to give them any challenges   and problems that  they cannot face,.”  Said god

God  continued  , “Did you know son   that   whenever you faced   problems and were sad,

You were growing roots and getting ready     to face  much more   greater problems than that.

I did not forsake   the Bamboo seed  , nor have  I forsaken you    any time   in your life.

Never compare yourself with others, you may be a bamboo  growing slowly  and they only thorny bushes.”

“Both Bamboo and the   thorny bushes   decorate the forest , but they are  very different,

I think the time for you to grow has come” and I asked”how tall   can I grow?”

And he replied  “as much as the bamboo plants”  but   I did not leave   him there  and asked.,

“Hw tall would bamboo grow?” and he said “As much as it  is capable.” And I asked “That much?”

God said  “Yes , you too can grow up  in this life and make progress   , as much as you can”

And he disappeared and  I started  back from the    forest , with very great deal  of confidence,

And   if you and every one who reads the story  can understand  that God provides us  all that we need,

And   without bothering  about shorter growth at times , we all should grow as much as we are capable.

Kali age has come -said Yudhishtra

Parents  being neglected  by children, Bad people   able to  achieve   difficult jobs easily , Government which  is supposed to protect  busily  engaged   in destroying , People wanting to earn dishonestly   and People not bothering about   contractual  obligations  are according to this story  , the symptoms of Kali age .

Kali age   has come  -said  Yudhishtra

By

P.R.Ramachander

(This is a famous folk story regarding coming of Kali age ,Many people have posted in Tamil .Possibly some one has posted in English also. I have written in my own words.)

 It was the ancient time   when Pandavas were ruling the country,

A  horse merchant    brought to the market place of the town,

A very  pretty   and perfect horse  and Sahadeva   the last Pandava,

Wanted to buy that horse but the merchant  said it was  not for sale.

He further added   that   the horse  would be given to that person,.

Who answers his questions correctly    and Sahadeva   told him  ,

“I will try”  and  the  merchant asked ”There was  big well   and also,

There were seven small wells. The water  of big well  filled up

All the  seven small wells  but the seven  small wells were unwilling to fill the big well, why?”

Since Sahadeva    could not answer    this question  , he sat there  thinking,

And Nakula   who came in search of  Sahadeva   wanted to buy that horse,

And Trader   asked Nakula ‘An  black elephant   entered through  ,

The nozzle   I of a needle but its  redtail could not go through it. why?”

Then Arjuna   came in serach of both of them   and wanted   to buy,

That horse   and the trader asked him,  “Rice in  had matured   and ready  to harvest, ,

In a filled     and people put    strong fence    to guard   the rice,

But next day  the fence itself ate   all the crop and   the field was  empty, Why?  ?’

When  all the three   brothers   did not return ,Bhima   came in search of them,

And  he too wanted  the horse   and the   trader   asked him , “ A man purchased,

A vacant plot from another,    two days before  and yesterday the buyer  found a gold mine in the plot,

And he went back to the seller and  wanted to   return the land as he could not afford to buy  the mine,

But Seller told him , “nothing doing  , you have paid for the land  and so the mine is yours,”

But today  the seller wants  the land back    but  the buyer  is not willing to return it , Why?”

Bhima  also sat there   and Yudhishtra  the eldest came and asked   the brothers,

Why they have  not returned   and  all the four   told him the questions  asked  by the trader,

And  Yudhishtra told , “’That   trader   is the Kali age   and he wants us to know  ,

That the Kali age   has come   and so it is time    for us to go to heaven.”

He further told , “Parents would fill up the coffers  of children but  the children,

Would not  bother   to look after  their parentsn the Kali age     and this is  indicated,

By the  water of big well  filling   up  all  the small wells but

The  small wells   not at all   willing   to fill the big well.”

In kali age. “ big dishonest deeds   would happen very easily   but  ,

Even a small good deed  would find  it difficult to happen as indicated,

By question of black  elephant and   in kali age   those whose job  is to protect people,

Would  not protect them  but destroy them as  indicated by question of  fence eating  the crop.”

He continued , “Till yesterday  it was not Kali age   and so   the buyer  did not want,

Money earned dishonestly   and the seller was not bothered about money but,

Was interested  in upholding the   contract  but today  Kali age   has come  ,

The buyer wants to earn dishonestly    and the seller wants  to break the contract”

And Yudhishtra said,” if we live in this age we would suffer a lot    and so let us go to heaven.”

Some plain advice by father to his children

For some time a letter supposed to have been written by   a Hongkong  TV broadcaster to his son   is being   copied and pasted   in various forums   and even in Speaking tree. I try to find out the original   source  , I found it written in April 2007   and published  in  https://www.somersoft.com/threads/beautiful-letter-written-by-a-father-to-his-son.68748/. May be there    are earlier references . The pathos   is that  most of the people  in India   do publish it   even without reading it. For example   the  words of the father   that  he does not depend on his son and he wanted   his son not to depend on him  , Is definitely  not suited  to the Indian context. I have   rewritten the letter in my own words, changing concepts where  I do not agree  with them. I still do not know who is the author.  To him my worshipful salutations

Some  plain advice by father  to his children

Rewritten by

P.R.Ramachander 

My dear   sons and daughters, because    events in life   cannot be predicted,

Because  no one  would dare   to tell you all  this     , except me    you father.

And  since they  are my personal experiences   which may be useful   to you,

I am writing   this letter   so that  you would remember  them  in your journey of life.

If some one insults    you  and talks   to you   very harshly,

Please   do not mind , as except  , no one   needs  not   to behave like that to you,

If any one else  is good   to you   definitely thank him   but   to ask yourself,

Why he was  so good do to you and do not be hasty in making that person your friend.

NO one in the world  is indispensible and  possession of nothing again is indispensible,

And once you are clear of this   you can   enjoy life wanting none   and wanting nothing,

No one can tell   when this life would   end   but  is   clear  that   it is short,

And so  daily make up your mind  not to waste  that   day   of your life.

Love   towards    any one is a temporary  phase   in your life , though  ,

It may appear  permanent   and never fading  and so do not break  in to pieces  when love ends.

It is true    that   many people without    education  or great wealth   succeed in life ,

That does  not mean, all people can go from rags to riches   wiyjout study or without work.

I thank God    that  I am financially   independent  and  may not need monetary support,

But one day  I may become physically disabled   and I may need    your   support,

I  always    pray God that   you support   yourself  and are not dependent on me,

But   due  to misfortune  , you are sinking in difficult  , till I die  , I would support   you.

You may be honest  , you may be truthful    and you may also  be helpful to others,

But because  of that  do not expect   that people  are always , honest , truthful  and helpful to you,

Without    doing hard work and just by luck    do not expect to succeed in this  world,

And if   some one    succeeds   without them, it is never usual  but  a sheer accident .

Today   any  of us may be   alive    and talking   to others  but   tomorrow,

Any of us   would not be there   to talk , to laugh    and to listen to others,

And so  let us try   to greatly enjoy   the moments    of talk , laugh  and endearment ,

That we   have    as long as    we are together , as I am not sure  that I would meet you in next life.

Names are just labels to identify you

Names  are just labels to identify you

By

P.R.Ramachander

  There was a man who was named Papi(sinner) by his parents. He felt extremely bad about it and went to his Guru to  get his name changed. The Guru requested to him to take a walk in the village  , chose a name    and come back ..Papi first met a man who had lost his way. When Papi asked him    about his name, he told that , it was Marga DArsi meaning, one who shows the way.Papi thought that he also has been given a wrong name and  then saw one man’s dead body being carried to the  cremation ground.The curious Papi    enquired about the dead man’s name    and they told him that it was  Mrutyunjaya, the person who has won over death. Papi immediately returned back to   his Guru and told him , “Sir I have realized   that  the name that people give it to a person is a luggage label   and is only a means of identification.”   This is a famous story from Upanishads . Whenever I remember this story , I remember the  white Karuppans,  the rich  Pichai,  the ugly murugans , the blind Meenakshi ,  the very clean Kuppai swamy , the merciless  Karunanidhis, the very thin Parvatha Vardhinis, the very selfish Thyagarajans, the  natarajan who does not know how to dance, the Sangeethas   who does not know  how to sing, the mangalams who are inauspicious , the Nallan who is not at all  good and so on . Yesterday I saw a poem about funny Hindu names in Kerala which I have given below..Again  my request is please  understand that our names are  only labels  which helps others   to identify us. Its meanings  and our characters may not have any connection whatsoever

WE do not know   whether Kerala   was named .

AS Cherala  , the garden   of chera   dynasty ,

Or as  Kera Ala  , the garden of coconuts ,

But the names  of people   there  also  is interesting

There  is a girl   called  Pankaja  valli  there ,

Which means she is as tender   as the  tender  vine  ,

Of the lotus  plant , but   she would   be so fat  ,

That  cannot walk and sari would have length sufficient to her,

There is another  girl call  “AAsa latha” which would mean,

The climbing plant of desire but if   you   happen to see her ,

You would realize   that   she  is a very dejected  lady,

AS none of her   desires   were ever  fulfilled.

Yet another   girl    is Santhamma    whose  meaning ,

Indicates that   she is the personification of peace,

But if she gets angry , tigers   and lions would get  ,

Sacred and run away  and she would break everything she sees.

If  an unfortunate  person   like   you would    be fated ,

To see   eyes of Kamalakshi, the lotus    eyed one ,

And Meenakshi,  the one who has fish shaped eyes,

You would see   that she has  round  protruding     eyes.

Like that, the  Pankajakshan   would be   having  tilted eyes,

Vidhyadharan   the one carries wisdom would have failed in third standard,,

Pushpangathan   who is suppose  to have soft body like flower  would have itches all over his body,

Manikandan   whose voice is suppose  to sound like bell, would have a horrible   voice.

Santhosh the   ever happy  one will never  ever be happy in life,

Sathyan, the truthful one   would never ever   tell the truth,

Vijayan , the victorious  one would get defeated  in everything in his life,

Gopalan , the one who looks after  the cow  would be the butcher  of cows,

Viswambaran  the one whose home  is the  universe  would never  any home,

And to know   whether  saji, suji   Sanu  , Soonu  , Sunil .Kamal and Vimal,

 Are females are males  , you  would have to  see them personally  ,

And unless   you  realize that name is only a label. You would never be at peace.

Yeh Hai Mumbai meri jaan

Yeh  Hai Mumbai meri jaan

Recreated by

P.R.Ramachander

(Rewritten based on the write up   of Arpan Kumar de   given in  huffington  post.in

Since I have never lived in Mumbai for more than two days I am simply not capable  of writing   this.)

From my cosy nook  in  Bangalore, One  day  , I did reach that place ,

And since  I had to  travel a lot  to reach   the house  of my fiend ,

I did engage  an auto    and the meter   showed that I have to pay  rupees sixty  three,

I scoured my pockets and took  out  rupees   seventy    and gave it   to him,

And As I always   do in Bangalore started  walking   away   , but the auto driver chased me,

With a Vada Pav in his hand  and told me  that he  did  not have rupees  seven, to give back ,  please take  this and go.

And I heard some one playing “Yeh hai  Mumbai meri jaan, jara hatke , jara bach ke…

Next day evening  I did   go to   a famous beach in that famous city   and we  were watching,

Three girls and two boys    drinking beer  in their car   and  all of a sudden started  an outpour,

The like of which I have   never seen in my life and  those  three  girls and two boys,

Got out of the car  and started singing   and dancing   in that  torrential tsunami ,

And I also saw  an old  senior  citizen couple    sitting on the bench by the beach,

Enjoying    the rain  , chit chatting   as  if nothing   ever was happening outside.

And I heard some one singing  “Yeh hai  Mumbai meri jaan, jara hatke , jara bach ke…

My friend  took me by a local train ,   so full that  it appeared  as if no one can get in,

But not only us but very  many of those  outside   did get  in  and started  chit chatting,.

And my friend told me that in their city  ,” WE  always gave space and made themselves a bigger we.”

And he said they played cards , played chess, chanted Vedas  , Did Namas  and cut vegetables inside that  train.

And I heard some one’s   cell phone was blaring  “Yeh hai  Mumbai meri jaan, jara hatke , jara bach ke…

Next day  I had a meeting to  attend   at eight AM sharp and the city  seemed to drown in water,

And I thought  I had to swim to catch the local train   but I walked  , jumped  , joined with the big WE in the train

I reached   that office expecting no one would   have come   to office that   day and no meeting would take place,

But imagine my surprise when the office was full   and meeting started  exactly at eight.

And the boy supplying tea   was  humming “Yeh hai  Mumbai meri jaan, jara hatke , jara bach ke…

I did pass   through many slums there , with houses   surrounded  by evil  smelling water,

But I never  saw a single  human being  ,  in those slums    who had    a very sad face ,

And my friend showed me a couple   with a child    not having    any  roof over their head,

But  when I  saw them properly made  up   with a smile and singing songs I could not believe

And I heard some one  singing loudly “Yeh hai  Mumbai meri jaan, jara hatke , jara bach ke…

The roads were hell, crowded   with people  , vehicle  , police   as well as animals.

I would have  cried to drive  in those roads  thinking I would never   come back ,

But I saw a  twenty five year  old Sardar   driving   his bike   through that crowd,

Laughing , singing , making  fun of  the  girls and  chitchatting  with  all other   drivers

A road side  Pandal   was playing “Yeh hai  Mumbai meri jaan, jara hatke , jara bach ke…

People ran there , people fought there  , people played   there , people worked  there,

For it is the city   of their dreams   and when you   took   pity  on them for everything .

They laughed  loudly and said , “in our city    we  do not live but   we struggle” but they said,

No one is different from any one there as   even Ambani   has to come to petrol bunk to fill duel to his car

And  with tears  in my eyes  I was singing  “Yeh hai  Mumbai meri jaan, jara hatke , jara bach ke…

Yeh hai Mumbai meri jaan

If you have  not hear the song  , you do not no Mumbai .

Read the song    and hear it  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlAOZrst6fQ

ए दिल है मुश्किल जीना यहा
ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान
ए दिल है..

कही बिल्डिंग कही ट्रामे, कही मोटर कही मिल,
मिलता है यहां सब कुछ इक मिलता नही दिल..
इंसान का नही कही नाम-ओ-निशा
ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान
ए दिल है..

कही सत्ता, कही पत्ता कही चोरी कही रेस,
कही डाका, कही फाका कही ठोकर कही ठेस..
बेकारो के है कई काम यहा
ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान
ए दिल है..

बेघर को आवारा यहा कहते हस हस,
खुद काटे गले सबके कहे इसको बिज़नस..
इक चीज़ के है कई नाम यहा
ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान
ए दिल है..

बुरा दुनिया वो है कहता ऐसा भोला तू ना बन,
जो है करता वो है भरता है यहा का ये चलन..
तदबीर नही चलने की यहा
ये है बॉम्बे, ये है बॉम्बे, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान

ए दिल है मुश्किल जीना यहा
ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान
ए दिल है आसा जीना यहा
सुनो मिस्टर, सुनो बंधू, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान
ए दिल है मुश्किल जीना यहा
ज़रा हट के ज़रा बच के, ये है बॉम्बे मेरी जान

Ai dil hai mushakil jeena yaha    
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan
Ai dil hai mushakil jeena yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan

Kahin building kahin traa
Me kahin motor kahin mill
Milata hai yaha sab kuchh
Ik milata nahin dil
Kahin building kahin traa
Me kahin motor kahin mill
Milata hai yaha sab kuchh
Ik milata nahin dil insaaf ka
Nahin kahin naam o nishaan
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan
Ai dil hai mushakil jeena yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan

Kahin satta kahin patta
Kahin chori kahin res
Kahin daaka kahin phaan
Ka kahin thokar kahin thes
Kahin satta kahin patta
Kahin chori kahin res
Kahin daaka kahin phaanka
Kahin thokar kahin thes
Bekaaro ke hain kai kaam yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan
Ai dil hai mushakil jeena yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan

Beghar ko aavaara yaha
Kehate hans hans
Khud kaate gale sab ke
Kahe is ko business
Beghar ko aavaara yaha
Kehate hans hans
Khud kaate gale sab ke
Kahe is ko business
Ik cheez ke hain kai naam yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan
Ai dil hai mushakil jeena yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan

Bura duniya jo hai kehata
Aisa bhola tu na ban
Jo hai karta vo hai bharta
Ye jaha ka hai chalan
Bura duniya jo hai kehata
Aisa bhola tu na ban
Jo hai karta vo hai bharta
Ye jaha ka hai chalan
Dadageera nahi chalne ki yaha
Ye hai bambai ye hai bambai
Ye hai bombay meri jaan
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bombay meri jaan
Ai dil hai mushakil jeena yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan
Ai dil hai aasaan jeena yaha
Suno mister suno bandhu
Yeh hai bambai meri jaan
Ai dil hai mushakil jeena yaha
Zara hat ke zara bach ke
Ye hai bambai meri jaan.

Summary  English meaning

(Pardon for liberties in translation)

Oh  darling mine  , it  is difficult  to live here.

By  slightly moving , by slightly  trying to live,

This is Mumbai  My darling

Oh my darling  buildings are here , Trams are here  , Cars are here and many mills are here,

But darling though one can find everything , you cannot find true love here

There  is not a speck  of human beings here  any where,

By  slightly moving , by slightly  trying to live,

This is Mumbai  My darling

Oh darling mine    some one gambles , someone bets on races   and someone steals ,

Some of them starve, some are   always insulted and some   are always sorrowing,

But  even  the useless  idle ones   will get some job in some places here.

By  slightly moving , by slightly  trying to live,

This is Mumbai  My darling

Those   who do not houses  here are called   as  vagabonds here,

Some of them cut other’s throats  but call it their   job,

All  such jobs here  do have very many names.

By  slightly moving , by slightly  trying to live,

This is Mumbai  My darling

Do not  ever say that  it is a very bad world and do not become   innocent ,

The rule of the game here is , “he who does   , pays    for his work”

And if   you show your muscles, no one cares  for it here,

By  slightly moving , by slightly  trying to live,

This is Mumbai  My darling

Oh Darling  , it is difficult   to live  here,

By  slightly moving , by slightly  trying to live,

This is Mumbai  My darling

Oh Darling it is really    easy to live here,

Listen sir  , Listen   friend ,  this is Mumbay  , oh my darling

Oh Darling  , it is difficult   to live  here,

By  slightly moving , by slightly  trying to live,

This is Mumbai  My darling