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houseofbreadpakoda · 9 months

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For Qala - 2022

I've finally won the golden vinyl. Maa has always wanted it. Pata Hain, there were a sea of people waiting in front of my balcony today, just to see me and my award. The bustle of the crowd, the camera flashes, the click sounds, as if I were I celebrity. They call me one now, you know. Maa would've loved to see this. Naseeban Apa says, that very few are fortunate enough to have the same fate as mine. I have an interview in an hour, with all the famous reporting channels. Perhaps, maa might listen to it on the radio. Maybe she'll be joyed. Maybe she'll call me back home. Or atleast give me a call.

They've found out. They know that he was supposed to be launched. He was supposed to sing for the film i debuted with. I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve any of this. This was all meant to be his, and here i stand just pretending to be the best. How can I, when I hear his voice everytime I stand in front of the mic? How can I, when i remember his words, his love for singing? How can I, when i see his reflection even in the mirror? How can I ever pretend to be the best, when he literally existed before me? How?

The Golden Vinyl doesn't matter anymore, it never did. All I ever wanted was to make her happy, to make her proud. Hell, even music never mattered to me. I only ever sang to please my mother. So she could have a singer in her bloodline, whom she could boast about to people, sparing me just a caress on the head.

But Jagan? Singing was like breathing to him. And I- how could I possibly? Why did I? I can feel Jagan around me, taunting me, snorting at me. Because my mother will never love her own daughter the way she loved him. He knows it. I know it. But they don't, yet. I can't let them know.

I haven't slept properly in a week, but they won't give me the pills. I managed to doze for two hours the previous night, or maybe I passed out.

I can hear Sudha rant from the other room. The tea will turn cold she says...... I have a meeting with Ustadji for the lyrics recitation......

She walks into the hall and halts slowly, and with one look she knows. I'm not in the state to utter a word to myself, let alone meet someone.

"Main unhe kal aane ke liye bol deti hoon" I hear her say as she hands me the newspaper. "Aapki tasveer chapi hain akbaar mein", she says trying to deviate my mind to a task. And it works. Mamma will be overjoyed to see my picture on the front page.

I looked so perfectly put together yesterday. Just how I'd imagined as a child. My hair neatly pinned, my sari crisp. My eyes wander over the article.

"lagta hain jaise thak ke ghar pahunchi hoon, aur maa ne darwaza khola hain."

"Feels as though I've returned home exhausted, and my mother has opened the door for me."

Sounded all poetic and nice. One would think of the warmth of their mother's gaze, her sweet nectar like words. But in reality? Seeing her open the door would've made my breath hitch. Her words were the doors to my insecurity, her gaze burning through my heart. Had I done well? Had I messed up anything? Is she happy with my work? Is it enough validation?

These questions were left unanwered, as she'd walks away in a moment, leaving the door open for me to close it.

Everything I've worked towards is for her, and if it doesn't matter to her then......what is the point of anything? Because I try hard maa, I try really hard. Just so I can feel your hand on my shoulders and hear you say "shabash beta", but you don't even spare me a glance. However hard i work, how much ever i improve, it's never enough. The standards are somehow always higher than what I've achieved. How maa, just how? Rather why? Why can't you just tell me for once, that I'm enough, that what I've achieved is enough, that you're happy with how far I've come?

Will I never be worthy of you're love?

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maryoliverdotcom · 11 months

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A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 5.5

When I came to, Paro was sitting at my feet while Maa pressed a wet towel to my forehead. Paro’s eyes widened when they found mine.

“She’s up,” she said, gesturing towards me. Maa immediately thwacked my head. “Just what do you think you were doing, Renu Ghosh?”

She used my full name. I was screwed.

“Nothing,” I groaned, sitting up. “I ran into a pole.”

“Ah, the old ‘running into a pole’,” Maa said. “Very original.”

“I actually did,” I said as I rubbed my scalp.

Maa opened her mouth to say something else, but Paro gestured towards the dripping cloth in her hand. The water had soaked onto the bed sheet. “I’ll stay with her. Don’t worry Bhairavi auntie, you get that bed sheet changed,” she said.

My face was throbbing and I felt a trickle of blood escape the gash. The world spun with each quick movement, and I laid down again.

Once Maa was out of sight, Paro inched closer to me. “Renu,” she murmured as her eyes took in every cut, every gash on my face. “How are you feeling?”

I managed a grin. “Never been better.”

Paro’s face hovered over mine as her finger lightly traced my scar. I winced, expecting pain, but the touch of her skin on mine eased my shallow breathing, as I memorised every detail of her face to calm my nerves.

“Renu,” she murmured, pulling my attention back to her words.

I hummed.

Her eyes flickered with a flame I’d never seen before. Her face was perfectly still, the calm before a storm—as she rested her hand on my cheek, just beside that nasty gash. “Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice trembling with barely restrained anger.

I swallowed, closing my eyes. “I—I don’t—I don’t remember.”

Paro’s gaze softened. She wiped away a tear I didn’t even know was falling until I tasted salt. “It’s okay, Renu,” she said. “What matters is you’re okay.”

“Parvati!” Maa called from downstairs. “Your parents are here!”

Paro turned towards me. “Act dead,” she said simply, before dashing out of the room. I chuckled and groaned as I turned over to my side. I could only pray that I hadn’t broken a rib.

Before long, Sudha auntie and Vighnesh uncle were in my room, gasping and muttering at my—questionable—state. “Hi,” I said feebly.

“Oh, spare the formalities, beta,” Sudha auntie said, almost tripping over her sari in her eagerness to see me. She sat on the edge of my bed, unsure of whether to touch my face or not. I knew what both she and her husband were staring at.

“How are you feeling, Renu dear?” Vighnesh uncle asked, his hand hovering over my forehead for a while before finally dropping at his side.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Paro entered with a glass of water, her eyes practically burning holes into the skulls of her parents. “Mumma, Baba, Renu needs some rest,” she said, her fingers clenching around the glass. “Bhairavi auntie is calling you downstairs for some chai.”

“Of course, beta,” Sudha auntie said, standing up. “Let’s go, Vighnesh.”

Paro stood to the side, waiting for her parents to exit the room. Once Sudha auntie’s dupatta was out of sight, she helped me sit up, holding the glass to my lips. “Drink,” she said.

After chugging the entire glass, I looked at her with bleary eyes. “Is Maa never going to get the bed sheet changed?”

Paro laughed and shook her head. “Not until tomorrow, no, I don’t think so.” She stood up to leave, rubbing her palms together. “My work here is done, so—”

A sudden impulse seized me, and my hand shot out towards Paro on instinct. I froze for a moment, debating on whether I should say it or not.

“Please stay,” I blurted out, my eyes never leaving her face.

Paro’s eyes narrowed as she slowly made her way back to the bed. Her gaze softened as she intertwined her hand with mine, her free hand slowly checking my forehead for a temperature.

“Renu, is everything okay?” she murmured softly. “What happened today?”

“Just—” I couldn’t find the right words to use. “Just—stay.”

Paro lifted my head and shifted, gently placing my head in her lap. “For as long as you want, Renu.”

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bollywoodirect · 5 months

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Birthday Greetings to Sudha Malhotra, one of the most mellifluous singers of the golden era of Hindi film music (30/11). Her melodious voice captured the hearts of listeners right from the beginning. Sudha Malhotra also acted in some films. She sang in many famous Bollywood and Marathi movies of the 1950s and 1960s, including Arzoo, Dhool Ka Phool, and others. She began her career as a child artist under the guidance of music director Ghulam Haider. Sudha stopped working in movies in 1960 after marrying businessman Giridhar Motwani. However, she continued to sing for albums, including for Jagjit Singh and the 1982 movie Prem Rog. Her last recorded song was for Prem Rog. In 2013, the Indian government honoured her with the Padma Shri award. Over her career, she sang 264 songs in 155 movies. What are your favourite Sudha Malhotra songs?

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sublimeobservationarcade · 7 months

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Heavy Victorian Bias In AFL Final's Commentary

As an interstate viewer watching and listening to the heavy Victorian bias in AFL final’s commentary this year it felt like the VFL. The Melbournian centric focus expressed by the many ex-player commentators was in top gear throughout the finals. These blokes were jumping on the Carlton bandwagon and were fully paid up members of the Magpie army. It is only to be expected when their bread and butter comes from this huge market in terms of paying gigs and such like, I suppose. It does make one wonder, however, whether this truly is a national competition or just the VFL with a few add-ons.

Too Many Victorian AFL Commentators

There are too many of these talking heads on game day anyway and they are like the Greek chorus the way they repeat each other ad nauseum. They make a whole lot of noise about very little, in my estimation. The key to footy commentary is to talk as loudly as possible if David King and Jonathon Brown are any indication. Sometimes there are so many incidental conversations going on during a televised match that it detracts from the natural excitement inherent in the game itself. Channel 7 commentators are even worse on this score with a plethora of voices rabbiting on about god knows what.

The Carlton Final's Story Not The Only Story In Town

Yes, the Carlton resurrection has been a good story this year with their long awaited return to the finals. Media pundits, however, have a responsibility to the ‘so-called’ national character of the AFL competition in the way they promote the game. These untrained blokes bang on about the same things till they’re blue in the face (no pun intended).Robert Sudha Hamilton Brisbane have their own important story happening here and despite winning the Preliminary Final were undersold on the day. Under-told by the scores of ex-footballers commentating on the match, as they pandered to the Carlton faithful.

Collingwood At The MCG The Collingwood vs Giants PF at the MCG was a torrid contest and the Pies just wanted it more it seems. A 1 point victory, after their 1 point loss in the same game last year – it is a game of inches and millimetres in the end. The Giants were fantastic through the finals and were unlucky to lose. The lopsided crowd was another factor, which makes the national nature of AFL a bit shaky. The booing from the huge crowd every time GWS had a shot at goal was pretty lousy, in my opinion. Sure, the crowd want to get involved and do their bit but fairness is a thing in sport as well, and perhaps, the Collingwood faithful could have a think about this. It is a game after all. It might feel like life and death but it isn’t. Sportsmanship and being a good sport were pretty thin on the ground in the crowd on Friday night at the Gee.

The heavy Victorian bias in the AFL final’s commentary this year made it feel like the VFL back in the day. We interstate supporters draw the short straw generally anyway. Much of the content of footy shows are about the Melbournian teams and the commentators know bugger all about our players. They are so busy copying each other’s homework they all say the same things anyway. Maybe the new AFL boss could cast his attention upon the sea of commentary and make a few useful suggestions to improve things on this score. ©WordsForWeb

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nehajhalanihiranandani · 26 days

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Literary Luminaries Converge: Stellar Lineup at Jaipur Literature Festival 2024 - Neha Jhalani Hiranandani

Neha Jhalani Hiranandani is notable author and Darshan Hiranandani Wife. The Jaipur Literature Festival (JLF) has long been revered for its ability to bring together literary giants from across the globe, and the 17th iteration in 2024 was no exception. From acclaimed authors to major award winners, the festival lineup featured an array of speakers who captivated their fans with enlightening perspectives, enthralling stories, and a wealth of knowledge.

Among the notable speakers were names like Arundhathi Subramaniam, Gulzar, Sudha Murthy, Vishal Bhardwaj, and Neha Jhalani Hiranandani, who added a layer of glamour and prestige to the event. The diverse themes and experiences of these literary titans promised an unforgettable experience, offering attendees a profound exploration of creativity and wisdom.

One standout panel at JLF 2024 brought together Neha Jhalani Hiranandani, Shivani Sibal, Marcus du Sautoy, and Priyanka Khanna to delve into the complexities and nuances of parenting in the digital age. Collectively, they offered diverse perspectives and insights into the rapidly evolving realms of online gaming, learning, and social media, providing a thought-provoking discourse on this ever-changing landscape.

The festival also served as a platform for leading award winners to share their views and visions. From Booker Prize recipients to Sahitya Akademi Award honorees, the main speakers at the festival were those who had been lauded for their brilliant literary contributions. Names such as Abhay K, Amish, and Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni left audiences spellbound with their captivating narratives, engaging conversations, and enlightening insights.

Recognizing the importance of nurturing new talent, JLF 2024 also featured debutants and up-and-coming writers. Through sessions showcasing emerging talent, the festival created a space for fresh voices and innovative ideas to be heard, enriching the literary discourse and fostering a strong sense of community and togetherness among participants.

Overall, the stellar lineup of prominent speakers and award-winning authors at the Jaipur Literature Festival 2024 solidified its status as one of the most important literary fairs in the world. From established writers to newcomers, the festival celebrated the entire spectrum of literary talent from India and beyond, cultivating awareness, understanding, and appreciation for literature from all corners of the globe.

As literary enthusiasts and admirers of the written word convened in Jaipur, they were treated to a feast of intellect, creativity, and thought-provoking discourse, courtesy of the exceptional speakers who graced the festival's stages. This convergence of literary luminaries not only entertained and enlightened but also inspired, reminding attendees of the enduring power of literature to transcend boundaries and unite minds across cultures and ideologies.

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indiesole · 10 months

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Indies (Lifetime) Playlist Tributes to Music Legends ! -PART 16

SUDHA MALHOTRA’S TOP 225 SONGS (@INDIES) ! (Contd from 176) -

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Saiyaa chhodo bhi – Bhala Aadmi

Sach sach bolo – Sim Sim Marjina

Lad gayi bichhu – Oot Pataang

Kathti nahi raat – Andher nagri chaupat raja

Meri payal me – Night Bird

Natkhat natkhat – Amar Shaheed

Aata hai karar – Shikar

Barse room barse jhoom – Suhaag

Ye pyar tha ya kuch aur tha – Prem Rog

Salame hasrat kabl kar lo- Babar

Jeevan ka tu ujiyara hai – Patit paavan

Sach bataa kya hua – Do Dost

Saiyaa tere paiyaa padu - Gauhar

Jo beet gayi - Naag Padmini

Vande Matram – Andolan

Zara humse nazar milana – Diamond King

Duniya ke bazaar me – Makkhee Choos

Khub ulfat me – Zindagi ya Toofan

Deep gagan ke – Zameen Ke Tare

Duniya banana wale – Anarbala

Sakhi aaj magan man mera – Ayodhyapati

Aao hamare hital me – Kundan

Saiyyan tore - Gauhar

Puran desh ki -

Idhar mat dekh sanware – Poonam Ka Chand

Na to inkar kiya – Sunehre Kadam

Jane kaisa jadu kiya – Parvarish

Maa re maa - Harishchandra

Is duniya ko chhod ke hum toh – Great Show Of India

Lal nili pili – Black Shadow

Jaadugar balma ne mera – Toofani Tirandaz

Jinko jiya tarse – Arzoo

Kehna nahin mane – Do Dost

Man me tere kya hai – Bus Conductor

Jaadu bhari ye nazar – Rifle Girl

Puran dishi ki – Chandi Pooja

Jab usko dekha – Zalim Tera Jawab Nahin

Yu na dekho mujhe – Badshah Salaamat

Jaise chaman me – Sitamgar

Seema aa gayi sochne ki – Jo huwa so bhool

Ruturaja ne teer chalaya – Ram Bhakt Vibhishan

Jab se dekha tujhe – Tere dwar khade bhagwan

Duniyawale sach kehte hain – Jahazi Lutera

Jaao jhanjhar – Shesh Naag

Chori chori aana – Hathkadi (1958)

Ja re balma – Mohabbat ki jeet

Jo teer sahe – Naag Padmini

Kaise zulmi se – Poonam ka chand

Teri zulf me jab - Aadmi

Sunoji mohe da lage – Zalim tera jawab nahi.

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JASMINE SANDLAS ‘S TOP 90 SONGS (@INDIES)!

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BAMB AAGYA

PATLO

Party Non-Stop

ROUTINE

Ittar

Folk medley

ILLEGAL WEAPON

Illegal Weapon 2.0

Bagavat

Royi na

Sip Sip 2.0

Sip Sip

Musafira

Bamb Jatt

Thug Life

Vachari

MIthi Mithi

Baddal

Baddal-Explicit version

Shadaiya

Sone Di Chidiya

Raat Jashan Di

Guglu Muglu

Patt Lai Geya

MAGO

Kashni (Ed Sheeran remix)

Kashni

Mang Ke

Mang Ke(remix)

Yakeen

Jee Jeha Karda

Gaana Challe Ya Na

Mombatti

Mood Sarkar da

Bareek

36 Mera Vargiya

Hanera

Nagni

End Karade

Punjab de Javak

Beimaan

Jehri Ve

Bhaven tu

Adhi Rati

Pyari Mushkil

Sara college

Jee Jeha Karda (slowed reverb)

Uth na Khade

Salaam-e-Ishq meri jaan

Kehri Gali

Zikar

Punjabi Mutiyaran

Punjabi Mutiyaran (remix)

Kehnda Hi Nahi

Ik Main Kudi Punjabi

Chunni Black

Panjeba

Dil Tutteya

So High

Punjabi Club Mix

Tere Vangu

Aaja Dance Floor Pe

Veera (remix by DJ Rink)

Veera (remix)

Veera (loud version)

Dance

Sawan mein

Whiskey Di Botal

Zulfan

Cali Di Babe

Pyar Sajna

Machis

Koka

Pinjra

Hava Vich

Akal

Monologue (Gulabi)

Laddu

Laddu(remix)

Lv di Jean

Lv di Jean (remix)

The Joke

Mithi Mithi

Lalkara

Haaniyan

Gaun

Buhe Bariyan

Devil-Yaar Naa Miley .

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DIVYA BHARTI'S TOP 111 SONGS :

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1.Saat samundar paar

2.Pardesi panchhi bankar (saat samundar sad version)

3.Tujhe na dekhoon toh

4.Dil cheer ke dekh

5.Teri ummeed tera intezaar

6.” (short version)

7.Tujhse mujhe pyar tha pyaar hai

8.Aisi deewangi dekhi nahi kahin

9.Payaliyan oh ho ho

10.Dil ka kya kasoor (female)

11.Aankhon mein hai kya

12.Mohabbat ki kitabon mein

13.Milne ki tum koshish karna

14.Dil aashna hai

15.” (sad)

16.Tu pagal premi aawara

17.Aap jo mere meet na hote

18.Teri isi ada pe sanam

19.Khata to jab ho ke

20.Tere mere pyar mein

22.Bin tere kuchh bhi nahi

23.Jane de jane de mujhe jane de

24.Jo dil se nikle woh

25.Dil na kisi ka jaaye

26.O priya hua kya

27.Umar hai solah banke shola

28.Tere sur mein main gaoon

29.Sarpe gam gam

30.Dil hi toh hai aagaya

31.Dil le gayi teri bindiya

32.” (2nd version)

33.Aaya toofan

34.Rangeen haseen raat ho

35.Tale lagale pehre bithale

36.Sahiba o sahiba

37.Hum tum picture dekh rahe

38.Tumhein dekhen meri aankhen

39.Ek ladka tha ek ladki thi

40.Main khichi chali ayee

41.Chhat ke upar do kabootar

42.Chanchal chandni mehki raat hai

43.Ek dil ek jaan ek hai hamara

44.”

45.Maine na jana

46.Coming coming coming

47.Assa dil tere kadman wich

48.Mausam pyara bheega heega

49.Parody song - Shatranj

50.Dil ye pukaare aaja

51.Jalta hai badan yeh mera

52.Kya hua yeh kya hua

53.Aye sanam itna bata

54.Kaisi yeh khumari

55.Kya cheez hai mohabbat yeh

56.Mastiyon mein

57.Aankhon mein basa le

58.Meri jaan meri ishq mein

59.Dhin tak dhin tak – Balwaan

60. Manasukku vayasenna – Nila Pennae

61.Ayyo ayyo – Bobbili raja

62.Poongodiye

63.Odante vinade –Bobbili raja

64.Mengai polave

65.Otha kuyilu

66.Vaanil orunilavu

67.Raatiree vellai -

68.Korameenu komalam

69.Enn kadal

70.Mem premikulam

71.Kanyakumari - Valiban (Tamil)

72.Taddinaka tappadika

73.Pekalla jokerla – Assembly rowdy

74.Love me my hero – Rowdy alludu

75.Epa sindha - Valiban

76.Pappampatti - Valiban

77.Nilla Penne – Rathiri mella

78.Mudduto srungaara – Dharma kshetram

79.Illam nenjevaa – Ini vellvathu

80.Chinuku raalithe – Chittemma mogudu

81.Tolimuddu tolimuddu - Tolimuddu

82.Kichan kicha ka

83.Pelliki mundu – Dharma kshetram

84.Raathiri mella -

85.Rosa –Nilla Penne

86.Pudhu uravu

87.Boddulo rupayi

88.Sa ga ma da

89.Balapam patti

90.Namala swamiki – Chittemma mogudu

91.Kori kori – Rowdy Alludu

92.Naa ille naa swargam

93.Tholi muddhu tholi muddhu

94.Chemma chekka

95.Kanyakumari – Valiban (Telugu)

96.Raatiree vellai (version 1)

97.Muddutho srungara beetu

98.Maane vaa

99.Naa ille naa swargam

100.Tanala gadilona

101.Turpu kondallalo – Assembly Rowdy

102.Panthulu panthulu – Assembly Rowdy

103.Andamaina Vennelalona – “

104.Cheli nadume andam – Dharma kshetram

105.Ennand vasantamiye

106.Chittemma pottemma

107.Arre inka janka jinka – Dharma kshetram

108.Raava priyathama - Tollimudhu

109.Chittigumma padave - Tollimudhu

110.Enno ratrulu – Dharma kshetram

111.Prema geema pakkana -

112.Ilam nenjae vaa – Oru mutham

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SHREYA JAIN 'S TOP 60 HINDI SONGS!

One of the near-extinct breed of spiritually lilting modern millennial Indian singers around.

God-gifted depth, splendid sauce, all wrapped atop in magnetic huskiness, this new gen playback diva is all set to rock both traditional old-school (that she's commendably kept alive on her Sm) with new age sparkle! .. And that audacious, awe-inspiring simplicity!

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Full playlist:

1.Chashni - Bharat (cover) 2.Tere jeha hor disda (c) 3.Tera mera aasmaan 4.Khoobi 5.Thehra 6.Dhadak meets Sairat (c) 7.Ishq hua - Aaja Nachale (c) 8.Jo tere na hue - Kalank (c) 9.Suhe we chire waaleya (c) 10.Akh lad jaave (c) 11.Nai lagda - Notebook (c) 12.Tu na mera (c) 13.Aadha ishq - Band Baaja Baaraat (c) 14.Mere naam tu - Zero (c) 15.Tumhi ho bandhu. Girls like you. (c) 16.Pareshaniyan 17.Aye khuda x bakhuda (c) 18.Meri ulfat mein - Tera Nasha (c) 19.Jo tu na mila - Asim Azhar (c) 20.Kabhii tumhee - Shershaah (c) 21.Aaoge tum kabhi (c) 22.Pachtaoge 23.Raataan lambiyaan - Shershaah (c) 24.Besharam rang - Pathaan (c) 25.Beete lamhe 26.Love mashup (c) 27.Mere Bina - Crook (c) 28.Aaj jaane ki zid & Piya tose (c) 29.Kyun rabba - Badla (c) 30.Kangna - Dr. Zeus(c) 31.Udd gaye - Ritviz (c) 32.Mausam ki - Black (c) 33.Biba - Marshmello x Pritam (c) 34.Pasbaan 35.Bas ek baar x Gud khaake (c) 36.Shaayad - Love Aaj Kal 37.Jiya le gayo ji mora sanwariya (c) 38.Maye ni meriye (c) 39.Apsara aali (c) 40.Pal - Jalebi (c) 41.Kaise hua - Kabir Singh (c) 42.Ve maahi - Kesari (c) 43.Ye baarish ka pani -Half Girlfriend(c) 44.Hamri atariya pe (c) 45.Chhoo lo - The Local Train (c) 46.Bella ciao x ladki bheegi bhaagi si (c) 47.Adhi adhi raat (c) 48.Humraah (c) 49.Haathon ki lakeeron mein (c) 50.Laija re (c) 51.Buhe bariyan (c) 52.30th February (c) 53.Ghar tum hi ho (c) 54.Khatah (c) 55.Gulaabi (c) 56.Ghani baawari (c) 57.Crazy kiya re (c) 58.Dobaara (c) 59.Tarasti nigaahen (c) 60.Naina thag lenge (c) ……………………………………………………………………….

THE BINACA-INDIES ALL-TIME TOP 1251 SUPERHIT SONGS OF BOLLYWOOD!

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Jyoti kalash chhalke – Bhabhi ki chudiyan

Dekh chand ki aur – Aag

Kehna hi kya – Bombay

O sajna barkha bahar – Parakh

Ganga ki lahren – Ganga ki lahren

Dil lootne wale jadoogar

Kahin deep jale kahin dil – Bees saal baad

Satyam Shivam Sundaram – Satyam Shivam Sundaram

O o o Mujhe kisi se pyar – Barsaat

Khoya khoya chand – Kala Bazaar

Sagar kinare dil ye pukare – Saagar

Yaad aa rahi hai (I) – Love Story

Chupke chupke raat din – Nikaah

Yad aa rahi hai (II) – Love Story

Chaudhvin ka chand – Chaudhvin ka chand

Abhi na jao chhod kar – Hum dono

Bol re kathputli – Kathputli

Jiya ho jiya kuch bol do

Hum intezar karenge – Bahu Begum

Mere sapnon ki rani – Aradhana

Dekho maine dekha hai – Love Story

Kora kagaz tha – Aradhana

Govinda ala re – Bluffmaster

Babul ki duwayein leti ja – Neelkamal

Geet gaya pattharon ne - Geet gaya pattharon ne

More balpan ke – Tansen

Shaam e gham ki qasam

Thandi hawayein lehra ke gayen – Naujawan

Jiya beqaraar hai – Barsaat

Aye mere humsafar – Qayamat se qayamat tak

Kabhi main kahoon – Lamhe

Ganga maiya mein jab tak – Suhag raat

Yaad kiya dil ne kahan ho tum – Patita

Aaj kal mein dhal gaya – Beti Bete

Aaaja re ab mera dil pukara – Aah

Zindagi ka safar hai ye kaisa safar – Safar

Kabhi khud pe kabhi halat pe

Aa laut ke aaja mere meet – Rani Roopmati

Sapt suran tin gram – tansen

Mera saaya saath hoga – Mera saaya

Chingari jo bhadke – Amar Prem

Chalte chalte yuhi koi mil gaya tha – Pakeezah

Aaja re pardesi – Madhumati

Ek pardesi mera dil le gaya – Phagun

Sohni Chenab de kinare – Sohni Mahiwal

Mere mehboob tujhe meri mohabbat ki kasam – Mere mehboob

Hey neele gagan ke tale – Humraaz

Humne jo dekhe sapne – Parivaar

Bol do meethe bol sohniye – Sohni Mahiwal

Akhiyan milake jiya bharmake – Rattan

Jana Gana Mana – Humrahi (1945)

Gham diye mustaquil – Shahjehan

Oh re taal mile – Anokhi Raat

Sab kuch seekha humne – Anari

Hoton pe sachai rehti hai – Jis Desh Mein Ganga Behti Hai

Hum bane tum bane – Ek Duje Ke Liye

Main kya janun kya jadu hai

Yeh kya hua – Amar Prem

Mere sapnon ki rani – Shahjehan

Yeh shaam mastani – Kati Patang

Diya jalao jagmag – Tansen

Aayega aane wala – Mahal

Zinda hoon main is tarah – Aag

Babul mora naiyar chhooto jaye – Street Singer

Mohabbat mein kabhi aisi bhi – Parwana

Bhool gaya sab kuch – Julie

Chand si mehbooba – Himalay ki god mein

Ek bangle bane nyara – President

Man dole mera tan dole – Nagin

Yeh rat bheegi bheegi – Chori chori

Tere husn ki kya tareef karoon – Leader

Hum dono do premi – Ajnabee

Dil mein aag lagaye - Alag Alag

Kaho na aas niras bhayi – Dushmun (1939) (Saigal)

So ja rajkumari – President (1937) (Saigal)

Sajan re jhoot mat bolo – Teesri Kasam

Chal dariya Mein Doob jayen – Prem Kahani

Nadiya se dariya – Namak Haraam

Gapoochi gapoochi gam gam – Trishul

Zindagi pyar ka geet hai – Souten

Kabhi Bekasi ne maara – Alag Alag

Chal ud ja re panchhi – Bhabhi

Aate jaate khoobsurat awara – Anurodh

Main tere pyar mein pagal – Prem Bandhan

Na jaane kya hua – Dard

Zindagi kaisi hai paheli – Anand

Chhod babul ka ghar – Babul

Rumjhum rumjhum chal tihari – Tansen

Prem kahani mein ek ladka hota hai – Prem Kahani

Nainon mein nindiya hai – Joroo Ka Ghulam

Parbat ke peechhe chambela gaon - Mehbooba

Yaar dildaar tujhje – Ajnabee

Main Toh Aarti Utaron re – Jai Santoshi Maa

Jeevna ke safar mein raahi – Munimji

Baghon mein bahar hai – Aradhana

Yeh dil aur unki nigahon ke saaye – Prem Parbat

Shyam teri Bansi Pukare – Geet Gaata Chal

Main pal do pal ka shair hoon – Kabhi Kabhi

Baag laga doon sajani – Tansen

Sawan ke nazare hain – Khazanchi (1941)

Rahe na rahe hum – Mamta

Ajeeb dastan hai yeh – Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai

Chhup gaye saare nazare – Do raaste

Tune o rangeele – Kudrat

Chal ri sajni ab kya soche – Bambai Ka babu

Bikhra ke zulfen chaman mein na jana – Nazrana

Gazab Ka hai Din – Qayamat se Qayamat Tak

Tere mere beech mein – Ek Duuje Ke Liye

Baharon mera Jeevan bhi sanwaro – Aakhri Khat

Jeevan ke safar mein rahi – Munimji

Kabhi na kabhi kahin na kahin – Sharaabi (1964)

Diya Jalakar aap buhjhaya – Badi Didi- (Noorjehan)

Wahan kaun hai tera musafir - Guide

Bulbulo mat ro yahan – Zeenat

Yeh safar – 1942 A Love Story

Jaago mohan pyare – Jaagte raho

Hazaar raahen mud ke dekhi – Thodisii Bewafai

Pardesi baalma badal aya - Rattan

Akele hain chale aao – Raaz

Mehbooba mehbooba – Sholay

Ab chahe maa roothe ya baba – Daag

Aake teri bahon mein -Vansh

Shokhiyon mein ghola jaye – Prem Pujari

Aaj Mere Jeene Ki Tamanna hai – Guide

O basanti pawan pagal – Jis desh mein ganga behti hai

Mere naina sawan bhadon – Mehbooba

So gaya yeh jahan – Tezaab

Dekh hamen awaaz na dena – Amer Deep

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Mohabbat Khuda hai – Love And God

Kuchh Na Kaho – 1942 A Love Story

Parde mein rehne do – Shikari

Inhi logon ne – Pakeezah

Jab kiya toh darna kya – Mughal e azam

Gaata rahe mera dil – Guide

Maine tere liye hi saat rang ke sapne chune – Anand

Chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko – Yaadon ki baarat

Tum bin jaoon kahan – (Shashi Kapoor / Mohd Rafi)

Chandan sa badan (male voice) – Saraswatichandra

“ (female voice) – Saraswatichandra

Barsaat mein – Barsaat

Zindagi pyar ka geet hai (female version) – Souten

Jai jai Shiv Shankar –Aap Ki Kasam

Dheere dheere machal – Anupama

Jaadugar sainya – Nagin

Chupke se dil de de nahin te – Maryada

Resham ki dori kahan jaiyo nindiya churake – Sajan

Paaon chhhoo lene do phoolon ko – Taj Mahal

Aankhon hi ankhon mein - CID

Tere ghar ke saamne – Tere ghar ke saamne

Hum bekhudi mein – Kala Pani

Ek ladki ko dekha – 1942 A Love Story

Duniya mein logon ko – Apna Desh

Rim jhim rim jhim – 1942 A Love Story

Geet gaata hoon main – Lal Patthar

Aap ke anurodh pe – Anurodh

Tera mera pyar amar – Asli Naqli

Aaja piya tohe pyar doon – Baharon Ke Sapne

Mora gora rang lai le – Bandini

O mere dil ke chain – Mere Jeevan Saathi

Dil todne wale tujhe dil dhoond raha hai – Son of India

Jab dil hi toot gaya – Shahjehan (1946)

O door ke musafir – Uran Khatola

Mera dil ye pukare aaja – Nagin

Aaj Himalaya ki choti se – Kismet

Yeh lal rang – Prem Nagar

Jab andhera hota hai – Raja Rani

Ruk jaa raat thehr ja re Chanda – Dil ek Mandir

Pyaar hua chuke se – 1942 A Love Story

Mere dil mein aaj kya hai – Daag

Chori chori koi aaye – Noorie

Do lafzon ki hai – The Great Gambler

Tum mile dil khile – Criminal

Tumhi mere mandir – Khandaan

Chanchal sheetal nirmal komal – Satyam Shivam Sundaram

Maine dekha hi ki phoolon se ladi - Waqt

Aaj mausam bada beimaan hai – Loafer

Bagad bam bam bam bam baje damru – Kathputli

Mohe panghat pe – Mughal e azam

Dhoondo dhoondo re sajna – Ganga Jumna (Contd)

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In the course of my travels, I have come to realize that voices from the heart can be understood irrespective of the language they speak.

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Been a while since I looked at this. I am hoping you all will enjoy this! Blessings

Unseen Companion Sudha Mehta © Photo by Buenosia Carol on Pexels.com He says in Psalm 46:10 Be still, and know that I am God When my spirit is troubled, being still is a very hard thing to do. However, when I am still, I hear Him better. In John 10: 27 My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. . . My earthly father always answered me in any of these three ways: Yes, No, or…

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Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan New Song: Salman Khan Gives Voice To Amaal Malik's Song, Fans Excited. Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan New Song Teaser: Salman Khan Sings Again For Amaal Malik's Jee Rahe The Hum, Fans Baffled

News oi-Neeti Sudha , Published: Monday March 20, 2023, 13:51 [IST] Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan New Song: 8 years after lending his voice in Main Hoon Hero Tera, Salman Khan has once again taken up the mic for his upcoming home production film Kisi Ka Bhai, Kisi Ki Jaan. Eight years ago when he sang the song Hero, the song turned out to be a blockbuster as soon as it came out. The special thing…

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Throwing Punches by Shashant Shetty - Booksvenue

Introduction

The book “Throwing Punches" revolves around two such people who are in different phases of life and discover their skills. Gifted. Each and every one of us is gifted in their unique way. The talent could be varied from sports skills, to intellect, deduction capabilities to even trivial abilities like threading a needle or whistling. And it is possible that one does not know that they possess this talent at an early age. They could be in any phase of life when they discover their gift. The question then remains is what would they do when they have that knowledge. Would they pursue their gift to make a difference in their lives or ignore it to continue their life as it was before?

Throwing Punches is a story of a young man’s struggle to find his inner self, deal with the harsh realities of life and choose a path that leads him to emotional fulfilment. The story is narrated from the perspective of Prithvi (the protagonist) but contains the views and emotions of his wife and children as well.

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Prithvi is a middle aged married man living a mundane yet risk-free life with his wife Sudha and son Aryan. Suppressed by an incident in his childhood, Prithvi had never lived his life to its full potential. However, an adhoc incident makes him realise that his passion lies in the world of full-contact sport. But to follow his passion, he will have to wager all that he has in his life; his secured job, his health and above all his family.

The book also highlights the plight of a young girl’s quest for her identity. Tehzeeb is a young bride who was raised in Lucknow's deeply ingrained culture. Her in-laws are one of the most influential families of the city. When she begins to study music herself, the mundane task of accompanying her young nephew to his music lessons turns into something really interesting. She learns she is really skilled at it. She hears the music. She is compelled by circumstances to perform with a band, but she decides to hide her face to prevent being recognised. When this secret is revealed, her life becomes a roller coaster, and she has to find a way out of a bad situation.

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In the book Throwing Punches, the author Shashant Shetty shares a universal story about finding redemption and overcoming hardships no matter where they occur in the world.Information overload permeates our world. We often seek speedy recovery to our urgent problems as a result, and we aren't always happy with how we handle our predicament. We want to form our own opinions and judgements after seeing things for oneself. Throwing Punches shows you some of that via the eyes of these two young people.

In a world where giftedness exists, two people discover their talents and the choices they make to either pursue their gift or ignore it.Throwing Punches thus explores the existing plight of inner self through Prithvi’s struggle to deal with the harsh realities of life and choose a path that leads him to emotional fulfilment.

The story revolves around how the protagonists succeeds in his quest and how he learns to value his family's support in that journey.Inspired by real life incidents, Throwing Punches explores into the life of a man who lives with passion and attempts to follow it while he is struggling to survive in a society that has taken hold of them.

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The book traces the journey of Tehzeeb to her own voice. Her desire to be free, to make her own choices, to be able to sing and be heard is stifled by the deep-rooted patriarchal order of society where a woman's voice is merely considered ornamental in a male-dominated world. It takes an incident that rocks her world at home before she breaks free from shackles of tradition and emerges as an independent individual with an opinion of her own."

Throwing Punches is also a novel of defiance and passion, exploring what it takes for a woman to finally realise her voice. When Tehzeeb’s world is turned upside down, she breaks free from the shackles of tradition and emerges as an independent individual, with an opinion of her own.

The book defines the story about a young girl's quest for her voice in a society that doesn't believe she deserves one. She must fight against tradition and oppression to find herself, and allow herself to sing.

Throwing Punches provides the lesson of self-worth that comes from pursuing one's passion for music in order to justify the tale of a rebellious girl who wants nothing more than to be heard and acknowledged.Her journey from being oppressed by tradition, to fighting back and breaking free of those shackles of patriarchy, is a poignant reminder of our collective struggle in societies all over the world.

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Throwing Punches is a book of self-discovery. While the author explores how Tehzeeb handles life as a newly wedded wife, she also brings out the real-life dilemmas that all women face as they leave their comfort zones in order to seek self-discovery. As we see Prithvi make choices with much knowledge and love, we hope that readers will be able to see themselves through their eyes and tackle their own issues with calmness and confidence.

When they followed their passions, Prithvi and Tehzeeb found harmony with themselves and others through this book. He discovers that although life occasionally does not go according to plan, it may also be extremely beneficial. The difficulties that all youths encounter in everyday life when they venture outside of their comfort zones in search of self-discovery are well highlighted by the author.

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Sudha Murthy can't help but dance as Shreya Ghoshal sings for her. Watch cute video

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Shreya Ghoshal’s voice can win over anyone and even Infosys’ Sudha Murthy can’t help but swing along. In a new video shared on a bunch of fanpages, Sudha is seen dancing with a bunch of women as Shreya sings for her. Shreya Ghoshal sang Barso Re from Mani Ratnam’s Guru for a group of people at the 40th anniversary celebration of Infosys in Bengaluru. As others also joined her in the singing,…

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A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 6.5

Chapter 6

“Sudha auntie!” I called. “Sudha auntie?”

A dark-skinned woman with her hair in curlers rushed out of the house, a sari loosely draped around her body.

I smiled. “Sudha auntie, could you please call Paro?” I asked.

Sudha auntie smiled back. “Of course, beta,” she said. “Do you want anything to eat?”

I shook my head. “Thank you, auntie, but no,” I said.

Sudha auntie looked at the guests I’d brought along. “My friends,” I explained. “We’ve known each other since we were twelve.”

Sudha auntie smiled in relief. “I trust Paro around you and only you, beta,” she said.

Behind me, Madhu snickered. Rathode gently smacked his arm.

As Sudha auntie went upstairs to call for Paro, Prarthana leaned in, a sly look on her face. “Approval gained from the bride’s parents, huh?” she smirked.

Before I could answer, the sound of anklets filled my ears, and with it came the smell of incense. Paro.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, staring at me incredulously.

“You came?” she asked, bewildered.

I grinned. “You called.”

Behind me, Rathode somehow shushed a giggling Madhu.

“These are your friends?” Paro asked, her voice quietening.

I nodded, gesturing towards what could only be defined as a gang.

“Hi, I’m Kiran Saha,” Kiran said, a perpetual beam on their face. “My pronouns are they and them.”

“Prarthana Mitra,” Prarthana introduced, with something like a smile. “She and her.”

Madhu grinned, waving so hard Rathode had to squeeze his shoulders to keep him from falling off the scooter. “Madhumrit Jain! He/him. And this is my boyfriend, Joy Rathode.”

Rathode smiled politely. “The boyfriend, Rathode,” he said wryly. “He/them, thanks.”

Paro smiled back at them. “Parvati Sinha,” she said, waving. “She/her. Nice to meet you.”

“My best friend,” I said, proudly. I turned to see a wide grin on Paro’s face. No longer did she try to hide her teeth.

I smiled.

Paro cleared her throat, stepping closer. “Where are we going, Renu?”

The way she said my name made my stomach do a backflip.

I climbed off the scooter, handing Paro her helmet. “We’re going to your favourite place,” I said.

Paro’s eyes flickered with a flame I’d never seen before. “Rabri kulfi?” she asked, hope glimmering in her voice.

My grin widened. “Rabri kulfi.”

She fastened her helmet and turned to wave at Sudha auntie. “I’ll be back before sunset, Mumma,” she said.

I thought I saw Sudha auntie wipe away a tear. Weird. “Have fun, beta,” she said, waving goodbye.

Madhu cleared his throat as Paro walked towards my scooter. “Uhm,” he said. “Our seats are full, so—”

Prarthana smirked as Kiran barely held back a guffaw. Rathode merely smacked his lips in impatience.

Paro looked at me, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Right,” I mumbled. “Right. Give me a second.”

I hoisted myself onto the scooter and extended my gloved hand towards Paro. She raised herself on the scooter, her hand trembling a little.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done this before,” I told her. I clearly hadn’t.

Paro smiled weakly. “It’s not that,” she said, her quiet voice right behind my ear. “It’s—it’s nothing. Let’s go, Renu.”

Again, my name. I had never thought a simple name as mine could be spoken in a way so divine, in an otherworldly tongue.

Kiran cleared their throat. Prarthana became extremely interested in her neatly manicured nails.

“What are we waiting for, dude?” Madhu asked, clearly annoyed. His bangs almost pushed his glasses off his nose. “I’m starving for rabri kulfi!”

Rathode bit back a grin as he straightened his pagri. “Are we going, Kiran?” he asked.

Kiran nodded, starting the engine. They glanced at Paro. “Hold on tight, Parvati.”

That rascal. They knew what they were doing.

Paro’s arms instinctively wrapped around my waist, her bangles pushing against my stomach. Madhu smirked at me before riding away with his boyfriend.

Revving up the engine, I quickly followed suit.

We zoomed in and out of lanes, swerving across pedestrians and throwing hurried apologies to the startled strangers. Okay, maybe that last part was just me.

Everytime I did that, Paro laughed, her breath warm against the nape of my neck. And so I did it again. And again. And again.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” I muttered as I overtook a Mercedes Benz. “Maybe buy an auto. You’ll swerve in and out of crowds easier.”

Paro chuckled, her bangles jingling with every bumper we encountered. “You should really stop doing that, Renu,” she said between gasps.

“What did I do, now?” I teased.

She squeezed my abdomen lightly. “You’re making me laugh.”

“I love hearing you laugh, Paro. Isn’t that reason enough?”

Silence.

I sped past an SUV, catching up to Kiran. “Jeez, kiddo,” they laughed. “Relax!”

I chuckled. “I’m not letting any of you lovebirds catch up to me,” I said as I overtook their scooter.

“Lovebirds?” I heard Paro ask.

“Kiran and Prarthana are dating,” I explained. “They’re pretty chill about it, unlike Madhu and Rathode.” Paro laughed quietly.

“There are some people,” I said, donning a deep voice, “who prefer to keep their love quiet. And then there are some people who want to scream it from the fucking rooftops.” I raised my left arm and wiggled a finger at Paro, feigning the mannerisms of a seventy-year-old grandfather. Paro hummed.

“Do you want me to speed up?” I asked her. She turned to look at Kiran and Madhu’s scooters.

“They’re gaining on us,” she said, slyly. “What do you say?”

I grinned, speeding up. “As you wish, my Queen.”

I heard Paro laugh, her breaths warming the nape of my neck. “I’m your Queen now, am I?”

“Unless you’d like to be the Minister?”

Paro patted my shoulder. “I quite like being your Queen, then,” she murmured.

I laughed. Silly Renu. Silly Renu thinking she could ever be Paro’s.

As I sped up, Paro tightened her hold on my abdomen, around my waist. Her fingers crumpled up my shirt, her palms touching the skin underneath. My breath hitched in my throat at her soft fingers roaming over my calloused stomach.

I almost crashed into a rickshaw.

“Careful, Renu!” Prarthana called, finally catching up to us. Her eyes slithered over my shirt and Paro’s hands wrapped around them, and she smirked.

Oh, damn her.

“As a wise man once said, you haven’t lived if you haven’t been chased by the police,” I said, mirroring her smug expression.

Behind me, Madhu cheered. “That’s me!” I heard him yell. “That wise man is me!”

Paro laughed. I wondered how many times I could hear her laugh without getting tired of it. As many times as she laughed, probably.

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