Posted:
January 14th
With a UP wala thumka, you caught hold of a rosogulla
With naughty naughty riddles, you made lot of halla gulla
With poetry and story, you nurtured your creative side
We bring forth this thread for you Wiwy, with a heart full of pride
Well versed with Tagore, familiar with the folk lore
Always helping people, be it little or some more
Clashing and considerate, always with your sautens
Finding someone like you, it rarely happens
Good cheers, good wishes and good thoughts sending your way,
Wiwy, we all wish you many many happy returns of the day.
Wiwy, happy birthday to you.
But before you enter the party...
There is a little
Game of riddle
Come play it
Riddle maker, just slay it!!
1.
What did Barun say or think when he met Wiwy?! đ
2.
Which colour would Wiwy wear while meeting Barun?
ASR's favorite red or Barun's favorite blue?
3.
It is a 9 letter word-123456789.
If it fails u die.
If it fails u die.
If u can 1234, u have 1234.
56 is 1 type of disease.
89 indicates exact location & time
56 is 1 type of disease.
89 indicates exact location & time
4 .
What is the other sarees' reaction
when they saw the green saree dancing the Teri Meri with ASR? đ
And...
Let the Party begin!!!
Parody (original song from Sharmilee)
By Durga
O meri, o meri, o meri sharmilee,
Aaona, padharona, aaona, padharona,
O meri ...
Tera birthday thread akhir ban gaya, ban gaya
Dekho Barun hi Barun yahaan cha gaya, cha gaya
Uski tasveeron se thread khil gaya, khil gaya
Wiwy, na behosh ho jaana,
O meri ...
Tujhe saare blasters detey hain badhaiyaan, badhaiyaan,
Saare pakwaanon ke beech hain sugar free jalebiyaan, jalebiyaan
Tere pasand ki cheezein hain daawat mein, daawat mein
Wiwy, khudko sambhalo na,
O meri ...
Translation
O my dear shy girl,
Come, arrive, come, arrive,
O my dear...
Your birthday thread is finally ready
See, Barun is all over here
The thread has bloomed up with his pictures
Wiwy, don't faint,
O my dear ...
All the blasters give you good wishes,
Among the delicacies there's sugar free jalebis
Your favourite things are there in this feast
Wiwy, keep a hold on yourself,
O meri ...
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=SG&hl=en-GB&v=JtwseGmGiZw[/YOUTUBE]
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dear wiwy, the girl who loves rabindranath and always wanted to sing his songs... his birthday song sung by the unforgettable m s subhalakhshmi is here for you. may your life be blessed with the wonder of things "chira nutan"... renew, rejuvenate, reign, hey beautiful birthday girl.
this year your birthday falls on the last day of poush... twenty ninth of the month, and it is poush sankranti too, isn't it? lots of food, and kites and more.
here's a poush song by tagore that i am sure you know and have watched many kids dance to.
Poush Toder Daak Diyeche, Aye Re Chole, Aye Aye Aye.
dear wiwy, the girl who loves rabindranath and always wanted to sing his songs... his birthday song sung by the unforgettable m s subhalakhshmi is here for you. may your life be blessed with the wonder of things "chira nutan"... renew, rejuvenate, reign, hey beautiful birthday girl.
this year your birthday falls on the last day of poush... twenty ninth of the month, and it is poush sankranti too, isn't it? lots of food, and kites and more.
here's a poush song by tagore that i am sure you know and have watched many kids dance to.
Poush Toder Daak Diyeche, Aye Re Chole, Aye Aye Aye.
Daala Je Tar Bhoreche Aaj Paka Foshole, Mori Hai Hai Hai..
Hawar Neshai Uthlo Mete Digbodhu Ra Dhaner Khete-
Doner Shona Choriye Pore Maatir Aanchole , Mori Hai Hai Hai..
Poush Toder Daak Diyeche, Aye Re Chole, Aye Aye Aye.
... a translation by a kind uploader...
... a translation by a kind uploader...
Poush calls you, come in gaiety
His basket is full of harvest, oh, joy is in the air.
The wind makes the farm girls gay in the paddy fields
The earth basks under the golden sunshine, oh, joy is in the air.
The sky is happy listening to the flute of the meadow
Who stays indoors, open your doors, open -
The laughter of light sparkles on the dewdrops on paddy husks
The delight of the world cannot be contained - oh, joy is in the air.
another robi thakur song, wiwy, i think you will identify with, so will many of us. on your birthday... a call to the restless spirit in us. a spirit that will not, shall not yield. and will always yearn for that shudoor bipulo shudoor. what say.
Ami choncholo hey
Ever I am restless
I am athirst for the far.
My time passes by
And in an absent mind
I keep waiting at my window
Hoping and hoping you will come.
O how my entire being
Is eager for your intimate touch!
O you far, O you boundless far
So irresistible is the call of your flute
But I forget I have no wings
I am bound to one place.
I am listless, I am indifferent.
At the sun-tinged lazy midday
Among the rustling of the trees
In the play of light and shade
In the blue of the sky
I get a glimpse of your fugitive form.
O you far, O you boundless far
So irresistible is the call of your flute
But I forget my doors are barred.
(translated by uploader)
the song sung by a voice that touches the heart, awakens the gut, and never lets you forget.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmPfU0JeLvw[/YOUTUBE]
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[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXSeNpkLP14[/YOUTUBE]
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your favourite rahul deb burman sings a bangla song, possibly his first released disc, from the pujor gaan of 1969. r.d., or pancham, lived close to a friend's mother's place at bokul bagan... though the song is most likely written for a lady called chhobi ray whom the lyricist sachin bhowmick liked but who had no time for him, many at bokul bagan believed it was sung by pancham for for my friend's mom, who was a beauty, the "para" girl all the guys died for... her name was, yessir, ruby ray of course.
later of course he composed meri bheegi bheegi si with the same tune.
your favourite rahul deb burman sings a bangla song, possibly his first released disc, from the pujor gaan of 1969. r.d., or pancham, lived close to a friend's mother's place at bokul bagan... though the song is most likely written for a lady called chhobi ray whom the lyricist sachin bhowmick liked but who had no time for him, many at bokul bagan believed it was sung by pancham for for my friend's mom, who was a beauty, the "para" girl all the guys died for... her name was, yessir, ruby ray of course.
later of course he composed meri bheegi bheegi si with the same tune.
reshmi ujala hai, makhmali kebab
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