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CHITTI AAYI HAI
Performed by Pankaj Udhas
Music and lyrics by Laxmikant Pyarela and Anand Bakshi
Movie: Naam
Chitti Aayi Hai Aayi Hai Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come, has come, the letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Vatan Se Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come from my homeland, the letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Vatan Se Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come from my homeland, the letter has come.
Bade Dinon Ke Baad Hum Bevatnon Ko Yaad
After a long time they remembered us who are away from home
Bade Dinon Ke Baad Hum Bevatnon Ko Yaad
After a long time they remembered us who are away from home
Vatan Ki Mitti Aayi Hai
The soil of the homeland has come.
Chitti Aayi Hai Aayi Hai Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come, has come, the letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Vatan Se Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come from homeland, the letter has come.
Upar Mera Naam Likha Hai Andar Ye Paigham Likha Hai
My name is written on the top with this message inside
Oh Pardes Ko Jaanewale Laut Ke Phir Na Aanewale
Oh the one who has gone abroad and who will never return
Saat Samundar Paar Gaya Tu Humko Zinda Maar Gaya Tu
You have crossed seven seas, you have killed me even though I live
Khoon Ke Rishte Todd Gaya Tu Aankh Mein Aansoo Chod Gaya Tu
By breaking the bond of blood and leaving tears in eyes
Kam Khaate Hain Kam Sote Hain Bahut Zyaada Hum Rote Hain
We eat less, sleep less but cry a lot.
Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Aayi Hai Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter had come, has come, the letter has come.
Chitti Aayi Hai Vatan Se Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come from homeland, the letter has come.
Sooni Ho Gayi Shehar Ki Galiyaan Kaante Ban Gayi Baag Ki Kaliyaan
The streets of the town feel empty, the buds of our garden seem like thorns
Kehte Hain Saawan Ke Jhule Bhool Gaya Tu Hum Nahin Bhoole
The spring tells us you've forgotten us, but we haven't
Tere Bin Jab Aayi Diwali
When the festival of Diwali came without you
Deep Nahin Dil Jale Hain Khaali
Not the lamps, but only our hearts burned
Tere Bin Jab Aayi Holi
When the festival of Holi came without you
Pichkaari Se Chooti Goli
The pichkari shot bullets instead of colours.
Peepal Soona Panghat Soona
The peepal tree is deserted, so is the pond
Peepal Soona Panghat Soona
The peepal tree is deserted, so is the pond
Ghar Shamshaan Ka Bana Namoona
Home feels like grave
Fasal Kati Aayi Baisakhi
Harvest is over, and the festival of Baisakhi came
Tera Aana Reh Gaya Baaki
Awaiting your return now.
Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Aayi Hai Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come, has come, the letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Vatan Se Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come from homeland, the letter has come.
Pehle Jab Tu Khat Likhta Tha Kaagaz Mein Chehra Dikhta Tha
When you first used to write I could see your face on the paper
Bandh Hua Yeh Mel Bhi Ab To Khatam Hua Yeh Khel Bhi Ab To
It has stopped now, this game is over now
Doli Mein Jab Baitti Behna Rasta Dekh Rahe The Naina
At her wedding your sister's eyes were searching the road for you
Mein To Baap Hoon Mera Kya Hai Teri Maa Ka Haal Bura Hai
I am father, don't bother about me but your mother is disappointed
Teri Biwi Karti Hai Seva Soorat Se Lagti Hai Bewa
Your wife does her duty, she looks like a widow now
Tune Paisa Bahut Kamaaya Iss Paise Ne Desh Chudaaya
You have earned a lot of money, this money has taken you away from home
Desh Paraayaa Chhod Ke Aajaa Panchhi Pinjra Todh Ke Aaja
Break the cage and come home, leave the strange country and come home.
Desh Paraayaa Chhod Ke Aajaa Panchhi Pinjra Todh Ke Aaja
Break the cage and come home, leave the strange country and come home.
Aajaa Umar Bahut Hai Chotti
Come back, you are still young
Apane Ghar Mein Bhi Hain Roti
We are doing good at home too.
Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Vatan Se Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come from homeland.
Bade Dinon Ke Baad Hum Bevatnon Ko Yaad
After a long time they remembered us who are away from home
Vatan Ki Mitti Aayi Hai Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come with the soil of homeland.
Chitti Aayi Hai Aayi Hai Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come
Chitti Aayi Hai Vatan Se Chitti Aayi Hai
The letter has come from homeland....
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A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Pankaj Udhas and outstanding musicians for this divine performance. Thanks also to the composers who were inspired to create this song.
Man is lonely by birth but it helps to have an earthly home. And if nothing is separating you from that home, cling to it and treasure every moment you have there with the ones who love you.
But what if all your life, you have been receiving letters from a home before/beyond/after this world? You cannot return of your own volition so even though you will not admit it, you know that you are just marking time here, learning whatever you can while you wait for the moment, expected or not, when mortality will finally place your boarding pass into your trembling hand. How does this happen? Is it that your trans-life memory is far from recessive? Is there a loved one in another life who mourned your loss too deeply, who continued to pray too earnestly to be reunited with you, who too often visited and left pebbles or flowers on your grave?
This is why I am perhaps the least qualified to be so critical about how people allow the things of this world to burden them. I myself am burdened by the unshakeable memory of another world which has been asking me all my life, quietly, insistently, Ke ghar kab aaoge? When will you come home?
But what if all your life, you have been receiving letters from a home before/beyond/after this world? You cannot return of your own volition so even though you will not admit it, you know that you are just marking time here, learning whatever you can while you wait for the moment, expected or not, when mortality will finally place your boarding pass into your trembling hand. How does this happen? Is it that your trans-life memory is far from recessive? Is there a loved one in another life who mourned your loss too deeply, who continued to pray too earnestly to be reunited with you, who too often visited and left pebbles or flowers on your grave?
This is why I am perhaps the least qualified to be so critical about how people allow the things of this world to burden them. I myself am burdened by the unshakeable memory of another world which has been asking me all my life, quietly, insistently, Ke ghar kab aaoge? When will you come home?
Sandese aate hain | Messages arrive;
Humein tadpaate hain | they trouble us.
To chitthi aati hai | Then letters come;
To poochh jaati hai | they ask,
Ke ghar kab aaoge | "When will you come home?"
Likho kab aaoge | "Write and tell us when you’ll come home.",
Ki tum bin ye ghar soona soona hai | "For without you, this house is empty, empty.".
Spirit, guide and save those of our countrymen at home and abroad, in their mansions and shacks, in gangs, governments, armies [sanctioned or not] who bring terror of any sort to their fellow human beings, who separate others from physical, emotional, spiritual well-being. Homelessness is hell.
"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.
Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.
Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare
