mera room

my quiet a small room 

that i hardly ever broom

my quiet a small room 

ad-mist the citys doom

a few things that i need i got in it

though short my whole world rightly fit

few things there and few things around

no show-shine but yet all things being crowned

my quiet a small room 

बबलू-मुनिया

बबलू-मुनिया 

घूम घूम के थका रे प्यारे ...

दुनिया के हाय रंग रे  न्यारे  

घाट घाट का पंछी पुछे

शांत क्यू  बबलू  ? .. नही तू सुल्झे 

बबलू बोले ... एक दिन कि कथा रे सुनिये ..

सुभे दिखी मोरे मंन कि मुनिये .... :P

बसो  को लाथ लगाये ..

ट्रेनो कि आस धराये ..

मुनिया क्युंकी उसी से जाये ..

थोडा .... थोडा ...

समय रे बिता

निर्बलता से मान को सीता  

बबलू ने देखा ..

मुनिया चलके आई ...

रे भैया बाजी मंन मे ये शेहनाई :P

उसका मन रे अतीव चंचल 

पैर से ज्यादा मन मे हलचल 

बबलू जाये .. आमने सामने 

नैन रे उसके चाहे .... मुनिया को जानने  

बोल चाल न कूच भी होवे 

बबलू मन मे ... अंदर हि रोवे  :(

रे बबलू कैसी दुविधा आई 

प्रेम प्यार का रोग लागा रे ... शायद हमको  भाई 

लेकीन यह बात ... वही न जाने 

जिसके लिये .. दिल दिवाने  :D

रे बबलू कैसी दुविधा आई 

halt लगाये...बात आगे न बढ पायी ..

आते है रे speed breaker 

काटे पल पल .... इधर-उधर रर..  रे चक्कर 

कैसी दुविधा आई 

मुनिया को समजे नाही .... मेरी आस,लगन रे भाई 

अभी तो सिर्फ एक हि मार्ग ...

उमीद कि दुआइ 

ना ना ऐसा कभी का करना

 बबलू .... अपनी बात ... जरूर तू केहना 

हा-ना ...(yes-no) का नही तू सोचे 

मुनिया अपनी ferrero roche ...(ferrero rocher ) :D :P

फिर कैसी दुविधा भाई 

बबलू मुनिया रहे together forever .. मेरे माई (mother) :P 

Dhobi ghat

I feel the movie Dhobi ghat was just so mesmerizing . That I did made a plan to visit it on a Saturday last week with my friend sanskar. Located aside the various sounds at the Mahalaxmi station . The very first sight  of Dhobi ghat makes you stand still for a moment.Me and sanskar we very gazed at our very first sight. It feels just to stand by the concrete platform of the stairs nearby and try hearing the lullaby the image makes on you. Sorted by the concrete game of Tetries , with interlocking grid of washing pens, one realizes that its actually not so simple when he steps inside it.Its no different than the Bhul bhulaiya that we usually play over a  paper on a Sunday or so .

The aroma of detergent , water flowing under your feet or the dhobis humming among themselves greets you int a totally new space . In fact a space that affects four of your senses . By the the time you believe its just the introductory phase , you are being part of that whole new journey .Besides the old-fashioned method of washing, the Ghat is also equipped with automatic laundry machinery which remains on the sidelines because the dhobis in their wash pens are the real stars of the show.They scrub, slap, soak, dry, drape and deliver every article of clothing in their vicinity with remarkable competence and calm and get them back to their owners by evening. 


But now besides this I would like to mention a few dialog that came across while we were photo documenting 


As we entered and clicked the very first frame a boy came behind us running and told us to read the board outside which states that photography is strictly prohibited and not allowed as per orders . followed by an anonymous signature .Not a government notice as such in that case.

we asked the boy where shall we take the permit then . He pointed us towards a man from long distant. The man taking no time gave us green signal to go inside.Not a man exactly but just in early 20's i would guess.


We started taking pictures.We were going candid.Many people humming or were conversing among them selves .Few people at the gate no. 14 were a bit not in our favor .They believed that there no use clicking the pics. 
One of the m commented '' yeh photo kya ghar pe latkaoge .. ?? yaha ake bass kheech ke chale jaate hoo . .. kalyan kaun karega ? ''
while one expressed , ''aise kitne aye aur kitne gaye .. ''


While a few feared to confront the camera for a pose which they daily did.Unknowingly they do there work, but when its camera they get a bit conscious or fearful or being exposed.


There is always a fear in such people . The fear to face camera or the fear that this photo documentation is not worth fruitful and would go a waste. I think being optimist is the only way left to them.


While one dhobi whose photo we took asked for ' chai pani ' , we gave him couple of coins summing up around 10 rs or so.


As we moved along people kept asking where are you from ? , why you doing this stuff ? and questions of that sort.
We replied,' some kind of portfolio work '.But that was not the answers that they expected ,I guess.


Also there were kids hanging around. People Having open baths.Children having game f cricket in corners.A group of men having game of cards and there daily chats. Women in blouses.Men in baniyans.

Then came a man. He said that he would take a tour to us of dhobi ghat nad would charge a bit .But then we refused and went on .He said that dhobi ghat is 2 acres and spread around 12 kilometers.But we refused before it began and went ahead.

Then there were two other gentlemen.I use the word specifically 'gentle' here as they were the only people who were being polite among all we found.They denied that dhobi ghat was 12 kilometers spread and termed the people we met as chindi loafer *one who does many jugads to earn life.They told a few more things also as how dhobi ghat is the washing machine for Mumbai .How Bombay wears cloths that is being washed at one single place.No class difference created whatsoever.They sopke until a fatso stopped them from explaining further . He spoke something in there local language and it was not affirmative towards us. I felt the gesture.I said sanskar to move on .


After  a  few clicks here and there we decided to head towards home.

What Dhobi ghat stays for me:
Before visiting here I felt a connection that Dhobi ghat and Bombay have in between them . I always felt that life in Bombay had been same as the cloths that came every single day to Dhobi ghat.
As the cloths irrespective of the people wearing it after being washed get cleansed together,together.So are the people of the city.They come together get there lives exchanged among other people of different class .get tangled and then they are free on there ways.A same kind of thought in the movie Dhobi ghat-mumabi diaries was being canvased .


For me this visit was in some way incomplete .Don't know why.I still get to know a few things .I also feel very strange at times ,Roaming in our very own city with cameras in hands.Like a traveler or tourist.