Jaatishwar Page #9

By the prancing flautist now, you

will hence have your heart seized!

Don't worry, O Radha

Don't worry, O Radha

Don't worry, O Radha

What's this crap you smoke!

Saw dust and wood scrap.

Smoke something nice

if you have to.

I still remember...

...smoking the hookah

with my Grandpa.

Are you down?

Tea? -

- No!

Nothing's wrong with me

and I don't want anything.

You snap at me exactly

like your father used to.

Only, you have

better teeth.

Who's the guy?

Or is it a girl?

Mom!

Why not? Better if it's

a girl, less complicated.

He used to study

in our university.

Gujarati fellow.

I shunned him because he was

a huge nag and very clingy.

Met him a few days back.

Looks like he's still the same.

Still as clingy?

Hope he does not love you. -

- What!

Mom, please!

No, I am just asking.

Anyway.

In a few days your concert

will begin. You'll get busy.

You won't have the time to

think about all this.

These incorrigible, irritating lads!

Disgusting!

Now will you care for a cup of tea?

It's about to rain.

Come downstairs.

A misfit schitzo, a hunted torso

And the 'I'-ego

Let it grow What's the harm in that?

And a fellatio

Each rumour's ratio

Rude? You could say so

But am I the only brat?

What's the harm in that?

A misfit schitzo, a hunted torso

And the 'I'-ego

Let it grow What's the harm in that?

And a fellatio

Each rumour's ratio

Rude? You could say so

But am I the only brat?

My well fed cerebellum

Astro chart's ultimatum

Funeral memorium

Anointing Bengali rock

Let gambling be abetted

Let me be domesticated

Pituitary generated

Eroding one's inner block

If the die is cast,

You're lucky to lose

Boiled macaroni-dieting blues

I'am lion at heart

And a Leo by sign

So I scream and growl

At any given time

I'am lion at heart

And a Leo by sign

So, through the amp I roar

At any given time

I'am lion at heart

And a Leo by sign

So I scream and growl

At any given time

I'am lion at heart

And a Leo by sign

So, through the amp I

roar At any given time

If the female source of energy

(Shakti), O Shiva, created you

Then why do you call her

your wife? Why do you?

Tell me, O Bhola (Lord Shiva), Any

explanation? Do you have a clue?

If the female source of energy

(Shakti), O Shiva, created you

Then why do you call her

your wife? Why do you?

Tell me, O Bhola (Lord Shiva), Any

explanation? Do you have a clue?

Tell me, O Bhola (Lord Shiva), Any

explanation,? Do you have a clue?

Don't you know Bhola,

I am your Parvati dear?

After carrying you in my womb

Now I'm your wife, I hear

Don't you know Bhola,

I am your Parvati dear?

After carrying you in my womb

Now I'm your wife, I hear

During the churning of the ocean

When you consumed the poison

You cried out my name Said,

'Durga, I seek your protection'.

You suckled on my breasts

Saved your own endangered life

I wonder, when was I your mother

And exactly when I became your wife

I wonder, when was I your mother

And exactly when I became your wife

If the female source of energy

(Shakti), O Shiva, created you

Then why do you call her

your wife? Why do you?

Tell me, O Bhola (Lord Shiva), Any

explanation? Do you have a clue?

Tell me, O Bhola (Lord Shiva), Any

explanation? Do you have a clue?

It grapples, struggles

grows and loses fizz

In my clumsy, unkempt wardrobe

Where my torn jeans gets violent

In such disdainful implausible times,

will you still remain silent?

The morning comes, I hate it

Better I sleep and forget it

Dare you awaken your defiance,

will you ponder in your silence?

What if the alarm

rings in your coffin?

It grapples, struggles

grows and loses fizz

A heathen, an outcaste, a foreigner

Incorrigible,

can't reform you anymore!

Incorrigible,

can't reform you anymore!

A heathen, an outcaste, a foreigner

Incorrigible,

can't reform you anymore!

Can't reform you anymore!

Incorrigible,

can't reform you anymore!

Can't reform you anymore!

Let me tell you honestly

O Rotten One, on an evil spree

Not for you are Gods Krishna, Kali

Go back to your Jesus

silently

In the church at Serampore

In the church at Serampore

In the church at Serampore

Well done!

Well done!

Where's Rupam? -

- He went to Darjeeling for a show.

Got stuck in a landslide. -

- Now what?

He won't make it. He

badly wanted to come though.

Okay.

But Maya insisted so

he didn't take the risk.

Therefore? -

- Gabu.

Last minute replacement

on Maya's request.

Bunch of worthless fools!

Hey there...

...the next band is

Pharashdanga Graduate band?

Who on earth are they now?

Where are they? Look for them!

The musicians are setting up inside.

But the lead singer... -

- I'm here.

Hi. -

- You! You're next!

For Christ's sake, hurry up!

What happened?

Why did you go speechless, sahib?

Say something?

Lost your tongue?

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

Just difference in the diction

is where all differences end

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

My Christian God is the

same as your Hindu Lord

Getting Krishna's blessings

makes my life worthily spent

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

Christ and 'Krishta' (Lord Krishna)

Are hardly different, my friend

Are hardly different, my friend

Are hardly different, my friend

Brilliant!

Salutations!

Well done!

Brilliant!

Coming up next to perform,

Pharashdanga Graduate band!

Thank you.

Thanks to all of you.

Wherever I am today,

for that I am...

...extremely

grateful to a lot of people.

Among them I want to

specially mention three names.

One.

Sidhu. Thank you Sidhu,

thank you so much.

Two.

Kabir Suman, without whose

help I wouldn't have reached here.

He has arranged this song

of mine with a lot of love.

And three.

The one who is the

inspiration for this song,

the one whom I have loved,

who has encouraged me,

...to dare to come here,

the one, to whom

this song is dedicated...

...that name is...

...the entire family of

Radio Mirchi.

Who is this 'you' that I behold,

Who holds a mirror in her eyes,

Why is it that when I caress you,

This 'you' inexplicably cries...

Who is this 'you' that I behold,

Who holds a mirror in her eyes,

Why is it that when I caress you,

This 'you' inexplicably cries...

Birth and re-birth, the cycle goes

on, As your memory echoes in time,

Like ancient melodies of our

land, In today's tunes they chyme

Birth and re-birth, the cycle goes

on, As your memory echoes in time,

Like ancient melodies of our

land, In today's tunes they chyme

Come and fill up my silence,

With alphabets of sighs

Why is it that when I caress you,

This 'you' inexplicably cries...

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