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I love the music and beats of this song ! and we again chanced about this song in a collection of Sufi Music, and then I started wondering what it means, googling gave this good link, which explains the meaning of the song. (Like me, this person also has found the meaning searching at sites, thanks www god :) you know it all ! ;) )

Below Copied from : http://ajitkumarsharma.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-lal-meri-pat-dama-dam-mast-qalandar.html

SUNDAY, JUNE 15, 2008

O Lal Meri Pat - Dama Dam Mast Qalandar
This has been one of my favorite nos. I have been humming this for years now. It has been a hot favorite with all singers, notably qawwals and these days the reality show contestants. Some of the known names who have lent their voice to this - Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Abida Parveen, Madam Noor Jehan, Wadali Brothers, Reshma, Sabri Brothers, Jagjit Singh, Runa Laila, Lata Mangeshkar, bands like Junoon and this list endlessly goes on. Many college bands have attempted this giving a rock flavour. That, one song could be so popular amongst so many, I wondered, what this song is all about, what's its true meaning. This and last week I spent looking for all the versions and answers to my questions. What a fascinating and satisfying journey it has been.

This song is in the honor of Sufi mystic 'Hazrat Lal Shahbaz Qalandar'. Every word of his name has a meaning - he was known as Hazrat ( prophet of GOD ), Lal ( he wore red robes or mothers fondly call their kids as Lal ), Shahbaz ( Shah - King and Baz - Falcon, king of falcons and an Iranian GOD who led them to victory, a divine spirit ), and finally Qalandar ( a qalandari - a sufi saint, poet, mystic, noble man ). He settled in Serwan ( Sindh, now in Pak ) and tried bringing peace between Hindus and Muslims. Hindus regard him as GOD and reincarnate as well. You can hear many Punjabi singers, singing in his praise. He is also fondly called as Jhulelal.

So the song goes like this :

O laal meri pat rakhio bala jhoole laalan, Sindri da Sehvan da, sakhi Shabaaz kalandar, Dama dam mast kalandar, Ali dam dam de andar

(O the red robed, May I always have your benign protection, Jhulelal (as he was affectionately called ). O, the lord,the friend and the Sire of Sindh and Sehwan ( or Serwan ),The red robed God-intoxicated Qalandar, The lord in every breath of mine, glory unto to you)

Chaar charaag tere baran hamesha, Panjwa mein baaran aayi bala jhoole laalan
O panjwa mein baaran, O panjwa mein baaran aayi bala jhoole laalan, Sindri da Sehvan da, sakhi Shabaaz Qalandar, Dama dam mast Qalandar, Ali dam dam de andar

(Your shrine is always lighted with four lamps, And here I come to light a fifth lamp in your honor )

Hind Sind ( some also sing Ghanan ghanan ) peera teri naubat vaaje, Naal vaje ghadiyaal bala jhoole laalan, O naal vaje, O naal vaje ghadiyaal bala jhoole laalan
Sindri da Sehvan da sakhi Shabaaz Qalandar, Dama dam mast kalandar, ali dam dam de andar, Dama dam mast Qalandar.

(Let your heroic name ring out in Hind & Sindh ( or lets the gongs bell loud ), Let the gong ring loud for your glory day and night by the people ( ghariyal - watchman, symbolism of night )

Har dam peera teri khair hove, Naam-e-ali beda paar laga jhoole laalan, O naam-e-ali, O naam-e-ali beda paar laga jhoole laalan, Sindri da sehvan da sakhi Shabaaz Qalandar, Dama dam mast Qalandar, Ali dam dam de andar

( O Lord, may you prevail everytime, everywhere, I pray of oyur well being, In the name of Ali, I pray to you to help my boat cross (the river of life) in safety)

After learning the meaning, the fondness for this song has grown multifold. I have attached clippings of various singers. You will thouroughly enjoy all the renderings. I have a special mention for the one from Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan from his young days and the young Abida Parveen.

Right from finding about "whether it is ok to drink water while standing" and "did US really land on moon" to compilation issues, to comparative studies, to finding long lost friends, finding good songs and their lyrics, finding meaning of words, checking spelling, the first thing i type is "google".

And I realize that I am taking so much info from people all around the world, it is time to give out some info, and then it comes in terms of a blog entry, once in a while.

Who is the knowledgeable one ? One who has lot of data, and can authoritatively talk about it. The more you know, the more people respect you. Funny, but that's true. We are in information age, aren't we ? But it still may not make you the wise one. Well in that case, the web provides advices on personal issues and how to tackle something. So it is both Knowledgeable and Wise !

What will happen if it were to disappear one day ? Suppose all the data in all the storage devices gets deleted due to some rays one day ! Man, it will be very heavy loss, much much more than the one I suffered when my folks discarded my comp sc notes in class tenth. No phone numbers, No contacts, No information, No advise, oops not even this blog !! I better get my stones sharpened, I have go find some cave and start carving ! What the heck ! I still have paper power :)

Punjabi kadhi by sanjeev kapoor
http://www.sanjeevkapoor.com/Recipe.aspx?RecipeId=2091

Atta ka Halwa
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Donate to Wiki? I dont know if this is a sustainable model, but for now i will donate 20$

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Oh, it's a mystery to me
We have a greed with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

When you want more than you have
You think you need...
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
Because when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

There's those thinking, more-or-less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keeping score?
Means for every point you make, your level drops
Kinda like you're starting from the top
You can't do that...

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

Society, have mercy on me
Hope you're not angry if I disagree...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

I looked up the net to look for some home remedy for cold and fever for my dear hubby, and found this interesting recipe. Made it, and it was delicious ! The onions had become soft and were edible without having to churn them into paste.

Offcourse, my hubby made sure that he took the medicine he believed in after this, my fair lady, icecream at our favourite ice-cream parlour, Ricthie Rich (they have awesome Vanilla ice-cream as well as loads of other specialties.

Extract from :
http://hubpages.com/hub/How-to-Make-a-Soup---A-cure-for-Colds-and-Flu

The Soup Cure
Onion & Garlic Soup
Ingredients - Remember to try and use Organic products
3 large onions
3 cloves of garlic
1 sprig of fresh parsley finely chopped
4 cups of filtered water

Method
Chop the onions and garlic into small pieces. Or alternatively liquidize them.

Bring a stainless steel saucepan with 4 cups of filtered water to the boil and then add the chopped onions and garlic and the parsley to the saucepan and bring to the boil.

Reduce the heat to a simmer, cover the saucepan and then let it simmer for 15 minutes. Until the onions have cooked until they are very soft.

Serve it either as is or liquidize with a thickening agent for a creamy soup.

Thickening Agent
Add 1 tablespoon of chick pea flour and whisk it up in 2 tablespoons of filtered water.

Add to the soup and stir, until the desired thickness is obtained, then simmer for 5 minutes.

College Days by Preeti Agarwal, Oct 2009

Those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest
Be it a love affair
Or a plain crush
With hearts full of hope
Dreaming of lives ahead
Those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest

As we entered, with dreams and hopes
of better lives for us to behold
And met some people who are now closest friends
Some acquaintainces who may have touched a bit while passing
A road to learn, of fears, of people, of lives
A world full of surprises
Some exclamations on someone's relation
Of findings new books and new worlds
Of crying out loud
Of crying soflty
A room full of self
And a world of self-growth
A world without competition
A world without struggle for power
An innocent heart, A learning mind
Some working models which were formed
which effect the life now unknowingly

And, oh yes, not to forget those dreadful tests
When nights would melt into day
And the fear of failing, would sweat the palms
And a loud voice from some teacher,
would raise some heartbeats
and would quiten the entire class
And then the days of playing bingo
In the backrow would start
Certainly,
Those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest

Of nightouts for deadline and submitting projects
Of walking back fast in the afternoon hot air
Of beautiful early mornings and fresh air
Of lesiurely sundays with quiteness in the air

And then one asks, why were they the best
Was it because of the openness of the mind and heart
Was it because of a culture of friends
Was it because of this is it attitude
Was it because there was a long life to live
And possibility of becoming big
And loads of hope of great life ahead

And now my hubby shouts and says
How can you say those days were the best
And I tell him, dear,
Those days were the best
Our days are best of the best
And he says, don't flatter me
I also have some other days
Which were the the best
And he says,
Certainly, those days were the best
When our minds were not at rest

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies

--Walt Whitman

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost