My Dil Goes Mmmm
Bob has an interest in Bollywood music and we've been listening to a CD of Indian pop. The whole business of getting house ready has been a strain, and it's been nice to have the cd to sort of bop around with. The music is upbeat. It's also in another language. The songs are often long, seven minutes for "My Dil Goes Mmmm." At any time they can range from incredibly cool, like the part near the opening of "Kajraare" where the male singer sings the drum part. (At least I think it's "Kajraare"...) That's a traditional way for Indian drum players (who historically tended not to be literate) to teach drum music. To incredibly cheesy, like the part in "Bunty aur Babli" where they break into rap. I remember when I was a kid, and they would have a plot of a tv show like, say, Ironsides or Mod Squad, which involved a rock band. The rock band was inevitably lame and utterly unconvincing. The rap in "Bunty aur Babli" is like that. Not surprising since the song is sort of a Bollywood disco song that has been produced to within an inch of it's life.
If I could understand the lyrics of these songs, I'd probably hate them. The cheese factor would somehow become overwhelming. But right now, the only hindi words I know are dil and ishta (heart and I love, respectively.) I really like the idea of having a hindi vocabulary entirely based on Bollywood music.
Bunty aur Babli
Salaam, Namaste
If I could understand the lyrics of these songs, I'd probably hate them. The cheese factor would somehow become overwhelming. But right now, the only hindi words I know are dil and ishta (heart and I love, respectively.) I really like the idea of having a hindi vocabulary entirely based on Bollywood music.
Bunty aur Babli
Salaam, Namaste
posted by Maureen McHugh at 8:19 PM
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Salaam|Namaste - My dil goes mmmm..
aati hain woh aaise chal ke, jaise jannat mein rehti hain
(She comes walking as if she lives in Heaven)
dekhti hain sabko aaise, jaise sabko woh sehti hain
(She looks at everyone as if she only puts up with them)
par gusse mein jab aaye, aur ankhein woh dikhlaye
(But when she comes angrily, and shows me her "evil eye")
ladte ladte galti se muskaaye
(while fighting, she accidently smiles)
my dil goes mmmmmm....4x
(My Heart goes mmmm)
karti hu jab usse baatein, lagta hain sone wala hain
(When I talk to him, looks like he's going to sleep)
soke jab jabbhi woh jaage, lagta hain rone wala hain
(When he wakes, it looks like he's going to cry)
par chupke se woh aaye, meri neend se mujhe jagaye
(But silently he comes, and keeps me from sleep)
le baahon mein aur khud hi gir jaaye
(He takes me in his arms and he falls down himself)
my dil goes mmmmmm....4x
ha woh na na karti hain
(Yes keeps saying no's)
ha bada akadti hain
(Yes, she's very annoying)
ha thodi si ziddi hain
(Yes, she's a little stubborn)
ha akal se piddi hain
(Yes, she's a little dim-witted)
jaate hain sab aaye, na aaye woh jaati hain
(Wherever everyone else goes, she goes the opposite)
tedhi in baaton se mujhko yeh satati hain
(She teases me with her talks)
har waqt se pehle aanaa sunn na na koi bahana
(Coming before time, and giving some excuse,)
par dekhna mera rasta rozana
(But making sure to watch where I go (or go where I go))
my dil goes mmmmmm....4x
ha picture mein rota hain
(Yeah, he cries in movies)
ha khulle muh sota hain
(Yeah, he sleeps with his mouth open)
ha zara nalayak hain
(Yeah, he's a little sly)
ha pitne ke layak hain
(Yeah, he needs to be beaten)
jaane kya kehta hain jaane kya karta hain
(What does he do and what does he say?)
sofe pe chadhta hain pardo se ladta hain
(He climbs on the sofa and fights with the curtains)
jab karne lage safaai samjho ke shaamat aayi
(When he starts to clean, consider it eternity/end of the world)
fir thak ke jab leta hain angdaai
(and when he gets tired)
my dil goes mmmmmm....4x
ha thodi alag si hain
(Yeah, she's a little different)
ha thodi galat si hain
(Yeah, she's a little wrong)
ha thoda alag sa hain
(Yeah, he's a little different)
ha thoda galat sa hain
(Yeah, he's a little wrong)
aaisi bhi hogi woh aaisa na socha tha
(I didn't think she could be like this)
aaisa hi hoga woh aaisa hi socha tha
(I thought he would be like this)
kyo lagta hain yeh apna
(Why does it seem our own)
yeh sach hain ya hain sapna
(Is this true or a dream?)
dar lagta hain kahi ho na jaaye jhuth
(It scares me that it might be a lie)
my dil goes mmmmmm.... 12x
As an Indian raised to godawful hindi music and convinced that jazz is my soul music, its odd to find someone doing it the other way around. If you like current bollywood stuff, though,you'll love the old stuff by the great masters of the craft.. like burman and hemant kumar. They actually respect stuff like melody and texture in music.. and while not to my taste, do wonderful things within a limited form. Rehman and Shanker Ehsaan Loy.. the current top dogs, are fairly decent, if limited... and they're terribly picky. Those guys were not only better, they were prolific.. and leave a legacy like few others in modern music.
From what you've listed here.. it seems you haven't descended further into the cess pool and listened to music by chaps like reshamiyya..who seem out to destroy any musicality left in Bollywood cinema.
All in all, try the old stuff.. and this is hideously long, so I apologize.
gg
gg, you know novelty is a big part of why I like it all so much. It's the kind of music I probably wouldn't care for if it was American. And it certainly isn't going to replace Bill Evans in my playlist. But I am so charmed by it. It feels very sweet and oddly old-fashioned to me--all those strings and the sort of innocent way it tries to co-opt more radical musical styles while not being radical itself. I'll look up some of the old stuff--thanks for the recommendations! I appreciate it mightily.
I don't know much, but I can talk to mum and recommend soundtracks and things, if you'd like. I get the novelty bit.. though I grew up in a fairly "western" family and around brothers who lived for bands like zeppelin.. what drew me to the blues and jazz was the alien-ess of the whole experience. It has become "my" music.. but not the way I'm thinking it'll be "your" music to someone like you, and to someone in, say, Mali. I guess that operates, in a lesser fashion, to you as well with Bollywood music. I'm rambling now, will stop.. but let me know if you want more info on the older stuff. My mum is a huge fan.
gg
I can just see you and Bob bopping around the house to the music! :-)
Ellen
Actually, when I was young I used to bop around the house with the vacuum cleaner listening to "Polka Varieties". It's amazing I would admit that now.
I wish I could dance like these people:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3F0YSITrkc
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