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Leslie Mann, the main female lead in 'Funny People,' turns back for photographers at the premiere of the film in Los Angeles, Monday, July 20, 2009




Leslie Mann poses for the cameras while daughters Iris and Maude look on during the Film premiere of "Funny People" in Los Angeles, Calif. on Monday, July 20, 2009

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Jaisalmer: A date with a desert

I was always more than a little fascinated by Jaisalmer; its rugged surroundings and golden hue. Every Bengali knows it as ‘Shonar Kella’ or the golden fort, and probably loves it more after Satyajit Ray’s eponymous film starring Bengal’s favourite fictional detective.

I wanted to take the majestic steam engine named ‘Fort of Jaisalmer,’ from Ramdevra, a tiny desolate village and reach Jaisalmer early in the morning to be greeted by the desert. But God had some other plans for me and we reached Jaisalmer by car from Jodhpur, a fascinating drive through the barren lands with deer and peacocks running around making the otherwise quiet journey eventful.

Our plan was to visit the famous Sam Sand Dunes at sunset because that was ‘the’ way to enjoy the beauty of a desert. ‘Sam’ village is on the edge of the Desert National Park. We took the road that would lead us to the dunes. A distance of about 45 km from Jaisalmer and we reached the exotic ‘Sam.’

No one could tell us how the name Sam got appended to a scenic but remote Rajasthani nook. Sam, actually, is a rather barren stretch of land with almost no vegetation at all and miles of miles of sand shifting away at regular intervals. We hoped for clear weather and, we got it!

We retired to a tent to rest but more often than not the slumber hours were spent watching the majestic shifting of sands .The sand shimmered under the glow of the hot and comfortable winter sun, highlighting every aspect of a desert.

The long stretches and miles of barren sand dunes kept changing colour and the shadows kept shifting every minute giving a feel that an artist was creating a masterpiece and immediately changing his mind for something else. It was just fantastic. We spent hours playing the guessing game as to which way would the wind blow and the ripples of the wind-caressed dunes would create an enchanting mirage.

Spending some time in just watching the shifting sands, we decided to take in a camel rode too. I was a little uncomfortable with the animal and was dead sure that I would fall off from its back. But nothing so atrocious happened and the camel safely took us out about 1.5 km into the sand dunes.

Suddenly we were in the midst of -- a part of, actually -- the sandy panorama
that we had been merely admiring from afar all this while! It was a great vantage point to see patterns carved out by wind. Sam is on the sand. ‘Sam’ is truly a photographer’s delight, with its rippling dunes stretching into the blue yonder and then merging with the colours of the dusk. Evry silhouette was poetry in sand.

But we still could not ignore the mundane either despite the beauty all round -- hunger pangs beckoned! We came back to the tent, washed up with some very welcome hot water, thoughtfully kept there in a bucket. And then it was time for a pure vegetarian meal comprising sogra, a roti made from millet, simple puris, urad daal, mogri mangori (desert bean curry) and ghewar, a sinful dessert of dried urad paste, crushed, deep fried and dipped in sugar syrup).
After the hearty meal it was another round of admiring nature, the culture, the people, their way of life, and the breathtaking beauty of the surrounding desert landscape. It was late afternoon and everyone seemed to gear up for the sunset. In the meanwhile a group of folk singers had arrived in their usual gorgeous colourful ghagra-cholis, and typical local musical instruments, which were more lookalikes of dholaks and sarangis.

Once more it was proved that the language of music is universal. We all sat around them and enjoyed their songs and dance. Little boys played the music while the girls danced, with their parents and accompanying adults singing in their rustic yet beautifully natural voices. The entire atmosphere was timeless.

Ultimately it was time for the sun to bid farewell. The entire sky was set ablaze with colours. The temperature dropped perceptibly fast and I began to feel a chill. Quietly the blazing sky faded away and the big round red ball dipped below the horizon. It was a magnificent sight as the sand took on the palette of the sky and even the wind quietened down to watch the panoply.
As the sun set, millions of twinkling stars took centrestage. The show was over and everyone clapped. Yes, literally clapped. On our way back our driver suggested to return via Khuri, a small village very near Sam. We found the sandy scenery there even more beautiful than Sam but alas, not that publicised.

But we could not linger long after nightfall and so we reluctantly got back into the jeep to return to Jaisalmer.

Bikaner fort and palaces: India, History Map tourism

The much anticipated trip to Bikaner turned out to be more than a mere holiday. It was, in the true sense, a brush with royalty. A whiff of the glorious past so permeates this small tourist spot in Rajasthan that it is impossible to not carry its fragrance on your way back.

As you step onto the station and get the feel of the city on the way to Lalgarh Palace, you begin to discern the underlying tranquillity so conspicuous by the near absence of motor vehicles and the usual din and noise. Clean, wide and unbroken roads greet you and beckon you to take a peek at the small city dotted with majestic forts and buildings in red sandstone.

The long driveway takes us into Lalgarh Palace, a part of which has been converted into heritage hotel and the rest are the private chambers of the royalty that still resides there. Behold the peacocks priding in the gardens and you instantly envision queens and princesses in flowing silk strutting past them.

The very first day sees us walk up the parapet of Junagarh Fort and into the open courtyard which was setting for the coronation of erstwhile rulers. As we moved from one room to another, crossing long, pillared, corridors, courtyards and narrow and dark stairwells, the magnificence began to overpower. The intricate carvings, the work on ceilings and walls in pure gold, the swing adorned with several dolls on both sides of its poles (the dolls danced when one swayed on it), the motifs from mythology and the life of kings, all reminded us of life in times past.

The Baadal Room with its musical instruments, clouds painted on a blue ceiling, and provision for sprinkling water to give the effect of rain in the parched summer months speaks of the luxury that the rulers desired and made possible. The fort displays swords, guns, knives, armour; the Maharaja's personal belongings in his office; his aircraft; palkis; costumes and more. Adjoining the fort is Prachina, the museum showcasing family silver, cutlery, crockery, shringaar knick-knacks and poshak or court dresses. The Sadul museum housed in Lalgarh Palace displays the royal lineage through innumerable photographs and Laxmi Niwas ischock full of trophies of hunts long past...

Amid all this grandeur, what leaves you absolutely mesmerised is the Lake Palace of Gajner, the hunting resort of the Maharajas. The quietude here is deafening, the hospitability unmatched, the ambience perfect for honeymooners. To top it all, we were driven to the adjoining sanctuary in a royal buggy driven by four horses, to see black bucks and deer.

The bustling marketplace is as unusual too. We were greeted with respect and offered paan. Colour, striking and splashing, is what grabbed attention. This is what imparts life to arid Rajasthan. And the language. The sweetness and dignity in 'hukum' floors you and the rustic lingo adds flavour to the food too. Gattas, saag, baajre ki roti, lal maas – there is a typical aroma to the cuisine.

Havelis – intricately carved with low doors and decorative windows - are yet another special feature. The thrill of seeing them from a tonga meandering through constricted bylanes is unmatched. Many now lie abandoned, on the verge of collapse. Suddenly in a rare open space a huge temple structure looms large: a 560-year-old Jain temple, the foundation of which was laid in tons of ghee! Intricately carved, the highest pinnacle of this temple gives a splendid view of the city.

To Raiser for a camel ride that turns out to be the most unpalatable of all adventures, not for anything else but the very nature of getting on and off the desert ship. You almost stumble off the hunchback and the ride across the dunes (not too many), leaves you drained, completely. To return to be rejuvenated at Lalgarh!

The Great Barrier Reef (GBR) is more than an undersea wonderland- it’s also great fun!!

It’s all such fun. Awesome rather, to watch the ensemble of the world’s largest nether theatre at the Great Barrier Reef (GBR) on the Australian east coast. As the earth’s largest World Heritage Area – 347,800 sqkm (or UK, Holland and Switzerland combined), GBR splices corals to form the world’s most extensive reef system. The world’s most spectacular marine park, it is home to 1500 kinds of fish, 4,000 types of molluscs, 350 varieties of echinoderms, 400 species of coral, 500 types of seaweed, 23 species of marine mammals and 1500 kinds of sponge.

I watch – transfixed – as schools of glutinous, fluorescent fish shimmy past my sub-sea viewer’s glass. Bringing up the pisces’ rear, as if in slo-mo, is an army of molluscs and echinoderms. I can spot a lone turtle too. Confused, it first waddles straight, then left and right before finally getting sucked, poor chap, into thickets of swaying emerald vegetation.

As I ruminate upon the diffident turtle’s fate, a plump, silvery snake suddenly springs out of nowhere to nuzzle my glass. Exquisite terror engulfs me. And I back off instinctively, much to the amusement of my group – journos from Singapore, Hong Kong, Philippines and Sri Lanka.

Of course the GBR has a cultural dimension too. In fact peoples’ involvement with the heritage area began long before Captain Cook struck a reef near the current site of C o o k t o w n . Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander communities have fished, hunted and reaped rich harvests – dugongs and turtles, for instance -- from its waters. Chinese beche-de-mer and Japanese pearl divers have also plumbed its depths in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Plus, 30 shipwreck sites of historic importance are known to exist in the GBR as well as historically significant lighthouses and World War 11 sites.

No wonder the reef is a shrine for millions of tourists. Like us. We got in from Queensland – Australia’s Sunshine State – in a high-speed catamaran which ripped the ocean’s surface to transport us here. And no sooner did we disembark – all dizzy and windwhipped – that we were bundled into whirring choppers for an aerial view of the GBR. Buckled up, headphones in place, we tuned into a taped c o m m e n t a r y about the world’s largest structure made completely by living organisms.

As the chopper droned over the breathtaking beige-blue aquatic stretch, a rich baritone voice (yeah pretty much like Big B’s) informed us that the GBR isn’t a single reef but an interconnected network of over 2,900 individual reefs and 900 cays and islands. Its incredible size has spawned a remarkably diverse range of habitats and plant and animal life. In fact so huge is its expanse that habitats and species found at the southern end of the GBR are vastly different from those found in the region 2,000 km away while those existing close to the coastal region are markedly different from those offshore.

The views are spectacular indeed. And we crane our necks to take them in. As we marvel at the diverse coral shapes, a collective sigh escapes us as we get to `Heart Reef’ – a spectacular formation of reefs in the shape of a heart! It’s a popular haunt for honeymooners, we’re told.

Corals, continues Mr. Big-B, are created by the marine polyp – a primitive animal related closely to anemones and jellyfish – which forms a hard surface by producing lime. As polyps die their `coral skeletons’ remain to gradually form the reef. New polyps then grow on these skeletons, continually contributing to the reef. The GBR is, therefore, a living network of billions upon billions of marine polyps which have been developing for over 10,000 years!

The fascinating chopper ride over, we get back to the catamaran for a delicious lunch. A sea food salad crafted out of the day’s rich pickings from the ocean – oysters, crabs, lobsters, squids – drizzled with lemon juice, oven fresh bread and duck parcels. All is washed down with a chilled chardonnay.

Well-fuelled, I now head to the docks to feast on the scenery -- rugged mountains, the green-blue ocean and cloud-dappled skies. A little distance, I can spot gaggles of tourists clambering into choppers for rides just like we had a while
back. Some are busy strapping scuba diving gear to go snorkelling. A little stretch down the beach, there’s provision for high-speed boating, whale-watching, parasailing, kayaking... If you’re averse to getting water-coated, like me, then you can plump for subsea viewers to watch marine life from behind a glass.

Another increasingly popular attraction at the Reef – though a tad expensive at Aus $ 350 per person -- is Reefsleeep’, a two-day sleepover aboard a luxury ship which lets you watch the Reef metamorphose from a sky blue stretch to a translucent blueblack one aglow with corals and marine creatures at night! And after you’ve had your fill of snorkelling/scuba diving/swimming with a personal guide, you’re treated to bubbly and an alfresco meal under a star-lit sky on board!

With such sybaritic offerings, tourism at the GBR, together with commercial fisheries, is of major economic importance to the region. But, unfortunately, along with a spurt in tourism, there’s been a corresponding southward spiral in the Reef’s ecology too. Much of its marine life – especially five kinds of indigenous turtles and dugongs -- are reacting unfavourably to human interference and waste flowing in from the islands.

Corals apparently haven’t taken too well to this development either. They are sensitive creatures and, as the onboard marine biologist Susan Baker informs us, grow only in water that’s clear, briny, has a temperature of 17.5 degrees centigrade and is less than 30 metres deep. To preserve these conditions, the Reef is classified as a `Marine Park’, a concept based on the synergy between the area’s conservation and its appropriate use by fishermen, collectors, charter operators, tourists and scientists.

Precisely for this reason, aerial surveillance in the area – especially of fishing vehicles – is restricted too. No wonder, placards exhorting divers and tourists not to harm the corals liberally dotting the area.

Meanwhile, the guys in our group have stripped down to their innerwear…And are all set for parasailing, their multi-hued vehicles with enormous wingspans waiting by their sides. They cheer us– me and my Singaporean counterpart – to join in the fun. But we decline, preferring instead to spectate on a three-tiered human drama unfolding before our eyes ---underwater, on terra firma and the azure canvas above!

Travel joke: hotel humor, Tokyo Bucharest Leipzig Belgrade Athens Austrian???

Signs of the times

The following signs were posted round the world:

In a Tokyo Hotel: Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such thing is please not to read notis.

In a Bucharest hotel lobby: The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.

In a Leipzig elevator: Do not enter the lift backwards, and only when lit up.

In a Belgrade hotel elevator: To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order.

In a Paris hotel elevator: Please leave your values at the front desk.

In a hotel in Athens: Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11am daily.

In a Japanese hotel: You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.
In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox monastery: You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except Thursday.

In an Austrian hotel catering to skiers: Not to perambulate the corridors in the hours of repose in the boots of ascension.

Travel jokes: Parking funds Travel humor

Parking funds

A man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He says he is going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan, so the man hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce parked on the street in front of the bank. Everything checks out, and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.

Two weeks later, the man returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you bother to borrow $5,000?" The man replied, "Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?"

Teotihuacan our (Mexico) city of ancient Mayan pyramids history culture

This is the only city, where you arrive to the sound of brass bands...The lilt and beat is unmistakable: it has to be Mexico! This is a city that believes in giving you a first hand introduction to its cultural heritage, right from the moment you land.

Beginning with the musical welcome at the airport, to the hotel where I chose to stay, the entire 2-day visit was like a blur of colour. It was my first occasion to stay in a room with daring purple walls and pink cushions and after the first initial shock, I had to admit it was fun and rather uplifting.

I set out in the afternoon to visit the UNESCO World Heritage site of Teotihuacan, the city of ancient Mayan pyramids, 30 miles away, a two hour drive was what I was told. After fortifying myself with an enormous cheese and avocado sandwich, bought from a roadside vendor (much to the disgust of my gum-chewing cab driver Manuel), we drove south.

The countryside was a great deal like India, the road surface indifferent, and plenty of grinning grubby children ready to crowd around whenever we stopped. Obviously there were very few Indians (of our subcontinent, that is!) on these roads and my saree and bindi were enough cause for merriment.

Intrigued by upturned terra-cotta pots on the roofs of a large number of houses, I stopped to ask the reason. I was told that it keeps the houses cool in the hottest weather, especially if one sprays some water on the pots. Some part sof India resort to the same measure so there may just be a connecton there! Most of the house were painted white but it is apparent that everyone is not well off in Mexico. Along with some rather bushy looking trees, there were the cactuses spread all over.

We reached the Mayan Pyramids at 3 pm. Teotihuacan or The Place Where Gods Were Made, is one of the world's most awesome ancient sites. Teotihuacan, is said to have dominated central Mexico for a thousand years, and then was mysteriously abandoned in about 650AD. Its Temple of the Sun is the said to be one of the largest pyramids in the world and the largest in what is described in Mexico parlance as the 'New World'.

The 7 sq mile site includes 75 temples, 2000 residences and 600 workshops. There are palaces of various sizes and there is still much to see unlike the Mohenjodaro and Harappa sites closer to us.

Teotihuacán was a large settlement by 150BC, its importance probably arising from a cave system with religious significance, located underneath the present day Pyramid of the Sun. As other settlements declined, Teotihuacán flourished and became a religious and economic center, controlling the region’s production of obsidian (the black stone used to make weapons and utensils).

Interestingly, there are no depictions of warfare or human sacrifice in the carvings and murals at Teotihuacán, unlike many contemporary cities in Mexico.

As I drove up, even though it was afternoon, there was a sort of mist haze and Teotihuacan's pyramids and palaces seemed to rise up like ancient mysteries being born anew. It was too large an area for me to visit in totality on foot. Manuel had warned me that the sun gets very hot and I should get myself a straw hat.

He was a bit taken aback when I just covered my head with my pallu. But he was right, it was hot and I managed to take my photos and see as much as possible in the hour and a half that I had allowed myself. The shops were inviting me with their Coca Cola hoardings, and it was a relief to sit down for a while and just look at the magnificence of this ancient site.

Before heading back to the hotel, I allowed Manuel to take me to a crafts entre. The one I visited was created in the Pueblo style with mud walls. Manuel called one of shop assistants to explain how tequila is made, and then for a whirlwind tour of the workshop, with its multiple looms for rugs and blankets. There were also a whole range of ponchos on sale, something that I simply could not resist. The silverware on sale was also special and I found myself buying a bangle carved with bulls and matadors.

Teotitlan is Mexico's most famous weaving village and I was told that after trying out synthetic dyes, the weavers have gone back to natural colours derived from insects, plants and seashells. The designs are also similar to what one sees in durries in India - the affinity with India is strong. Maybe it’s all Maya after all!

Pompeii: a trip to Pompeii history pictures visit volcano map destruction

The world's oldest brothel is here. It's been here for over 2000 years. Which gives it a double distinction, if you think of the fact that prostitution is the world's oldest profession. How many lawyers' offices do you know that have been around for 2000 years?

In the past 10 years alone, over a 100 million people have visited this brothel. If you calculate at the rate of 10 million visitors a year, by all accounts that's a conservative guess. The visitors are both men and women. And most of them leave open mouthed. That makes 10 million erotic thoughts. Whew!

It’s no ordinary brothel, this. It has ten rooms, five of which were on the first floor, reached by a small stairway, now barricaded. Each small room has a stone bed, stone bolster and wooden door. The walls are decorated with unashamedly erotic scenes, depicting the services offered by prostitutes and servants. Although the passage of time has dimmed the original colours, you can still decipher them visually. Astonishing.

As soon as my own erotic wanderings have subsided. Astonishing as everything in Pompeii is. It is believed that there were altogether 25 such brothels. This one, on the appropriately named Vicolo del Lupanare (Brothel Lane) is the only one that still exists. And the only business it conducts is the knowledge it offers. That sex was considered a necessity. Celebration. Enjoyment. The good life and more.

Everything I see in Pompeii points to this. What is even more surprising is how cleverly the archaeological uncovering of this buried city has been carried out. And the most astonishing thing for me is what a large and highly evolved town Pompeii was. After walking its paved streets for over five hours, my feet have covered only one fourth of the city.

Pompeii lay covered for nearly 2 millennia. Covered by the dust and debris of centuries, under a thick carpet of ash. On 24 August AD 79, the eruption of Mount Vesuvius destroyed both Pompeii and Herculaneum. The latter was submerged under layers of molten lava and mud, which explains why it was found better preserved than the former when both sites were rediscovered in the 18th century.

To discover Pompeii in this century we have driven from our home in Naples. The route is slightly inland, over roads that run parallel to the coastline. In 45 minutes we have arrived just outside the ruins of Pompeii. A short walk brings us to the ticket counters for this UNESCO World Heritage site. A nattily dressed man is going through the queues, exhorting visitors to use his immaculate services as an English-speaking guide. He finds only a few takers. 20,000 Lire per person for being guided, in addition to the 40,000 Lire entrance fee is not peanuts.

Although my hosts Cynthia and Clyde have visited Pompeii over ten years ago, it is as if we are all discovering it together .We are struck by the same irony when we look at the impressions of bodies made and kept here in certain homes. The ash which suffocated the inhabitants of Pompeii in their desperate attempts to escape, (or the equally vain attempt to take refuge in the innermost parts of the buildings) has paradoxically preserved at least part of the life of this great city for us voyeurs.

Protected by walls some 3 km long, this was a prosperous city, vital, bustling with pedestrians and traffic, and full of hotels, inns, shops, grandiose public buildings, temples and private homes. Painted walls were an essential element of decoration. Fantasy, illusion and mythological motifs prevailed, accompanied by rich decoration. Preserved walls in the Villa of Mysteries, the Vettius House and the Orchard House are stunning examples of this. Also of great importance was sculpture, apparent from works of great value and beauty that came to light during the excavations.

Private homes were of two types – pre-Samnite and Italic – built around a central atrium. On top, a four-pitched roof sloped towards the interior. A central opening in the roof provided light and a supply of rainwater, collected in a tank below which was connected to a cistern. So there was never a water shortage. Just looking at this makes me wonder. Why is it that our 21st century officials can't learn from ancient civilizations?

Pompeii, a city caught in a time warp is teaching us a lot of lessons. The most telling one is that it makes me realise how little mankind has really advanced. Maybe we do deserve to be ruled by the idiot box.

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Twist lyrics Love Aaj Kal lyrics We Twist Twist Twist

Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say

Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No mater Lets Spark

Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say

Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No matter Lets Spark

Let's start some Ronauk Shounak
Let's have some party now
Let's have some Raala Rappaa

Rang de chak a
No matter Let them say

Let's have some dhol dhamaka
Let's call the dholi now
Let's have some matti tappa

Chalo chalo ji lak lak gao lo
Chalo chalo ji Mauj bana lo
Chalo chalo ji Nach lo Gao lo
Pakad kisi ki Wrist

And we Twist
we twist
we twist
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Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say

Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No mater Lets Spark


Rang De chak man
Rang De chak
Rang de chak
No matter Let them say

Rang De chak man
Rang De chak aye
Rang de chak
No mater Lets Spark

Rikid sikids si duniya challe
Peer bhi challe
Balle Balle
Ho gayi
Haan Ho gayi

Ho hasi kushi mein
Gum ki tuddi
Hawa mein huddi
Woh ka tale
Kho gayi
Haan kho gayi

Chodo chodo sab rone dhone
Chodo Chodo Dukh aadhe kore
Dekho dekho din sone mone
Yehi life ki Gist

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Sone Mone Malla Malli
Kar gaye talli
Aankh wankh se lad gayi
Haan lad gayi

Botal sotal Kholi bina
Daru Saru bin pete hi chad gayi
Haan chad gayi

O o O
Dekho dekho sab ghum raha hai
Dekho dekho jag jhoom raha hai
Yahan wahan dil dhundh raha hai

Ab khusyion ki list

Everybody in spot tonite

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Let's start some Ronauk Shounak
Let's have some party now
Let's have some Raala Rappaa
Rang de chak a
No matter Let them say

Let's have some dhol dhamaka
Let's call the dholi now
Let's have some matti tappa

Chalo chalo ji lak lak gao lo
Chalo chalo ji Mauj bana lo
Chalo chalo ji Nach lo Gao lo
Pakad kisi ki Wrist

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Ye Dooriyan lyrics from Love Aaj Kal lyrics of Yeh Dooriyan

Yeh dooriyan
Yeh dooriyan
Yeh dooriyan

In raahon ki dooriyan
Nigahon ki dooriyan
Hum rahon ki dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan

Kyun koi paas hai
Door hai Kyun koi
Jaane Na koi yahan pe

Aa Raha paas ya door mein ja raha
Janu na mein hoon kahan pe

Yeh dooriyan

In raahon ki dooriyan
Nigahon ki dooriyan
Hum rahon ki dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan
Yeh dooriyan
Yeh dooriyan


Kabhi hua yeh bhi
Khali Rahon pe bhi
Tu tha mere saath

Kabhi tujhe milke lauta
mera dil yeh khali khali haath
Yeh bhi hua kabhi
Jaise hua Aabhi
Tujhko sabhi mein paa li

Tera mujhe kar jaati hai dooriyan
Satati hain dooriyan
Tarsati hain dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan


Kaha bhi na mene
Nahi jeena mene
Tu jo na mila

Tujhe bhule se bhi na
Bola na mene chahun fasla

Bas fasla rahein
Ban ke kasak jo kahen
Ho aur chahat yeh aur jawan
Teri meri mit jaani hai dooriyan
Begani hai dooriyan

Hat jani dooriyan
Fanah ho sabhi dooriyan


Kyun koi paas hai
Door hai Kyun koi
Jaane Na koi yahan pe

Aa Raha paas ya door mein ja raha
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Jakarta -Indonesia Bombs blast at Ritz, Marriott, photo, video -updated

At around 7:48 am local time (0:48 UTC) on July 17, 2009, the Marriott and Ritz-Carlton Hotels in Jakarta, Indonesia, were hit by separate bombings five minutes apart. fatalities, including four foreigners and one person from New Zealand were reported. Police also reported a further 29 injured in the blasts, although most recent figures suggest this has now risen to 50.

The 2009 bombings in Jakarta were the latest in a series of bombings in Indonesia

Update 1: Washington Post

At Least Six Killed In Hotel Bombings

Bombs exploded at the Ritz-Carlton and Marriott hotels in the Indonesian capital on Friday, ripping the facade off the Ritz and killing at least six people, police and hospital officials said.

A hospital doctor said 18 people were injured in the blasts at the neighboring hotels in an upscale Jakarta neighborhood. Debris and shattered glass littered the street outside the hotels, and ambulances were being shuttled into the area.

Update 2: from Associated Press

Blasts at Jakarta Ritz, Marriott kill 9, wound 50

Bombs minutes apart ripped through two luxury hotels in Jakarta Friday, killing nine and wounding at least 50 more, ending a four-year lull in terror attacks in the world's most populous Muslim nation. At least 14 foreigners were among the dead and wounded.

The blasts at the J.W. Marriott and Ritz-Carlton hotels, located side-by-side in an upscale business district in the capital, blew out windows and scattered debris and glass across the street, kicking up a thick plume of smoke. Facades of both hotels were reduced to twisted metal. More

Update 3: Wall Street Journal

Some of the victims of Indonesia's deadly hotel bombings were attending an Indonesian business forum held at Jakarta's J.W. Marriott hotel Friday morning.

The meeting, organized by CastleAsia, a well-known Indonesian consulting firm run by an American, was part of a series of events sponsored by the firm that gathers prominent business executives and political leaders to discuss Indonesian affairs.

Timothy Mackay, chief executive of Holcim Indonesia, the local unit of Swiss cement maker Holcim Ltd., was killed attending the event. James Castle, CastleAsia's founder and a well-known analyst on Indonesian affairs, was among those injured. An employee at CastleAsia said he was recovering at a Jakarta hospital from unspecified injuries. Mr. Castle was also in the J.W. Marriott when it was bombed in 2003, killing 12, but he was not injured in that incident. More

Update 4: CNN

Explosions tore through two luxury hotels Friday morning in south Jakarta, Indonesia, killing at least eight people, a presidential spokesman said. More

Update 5: Jakarta hotel attacks are barbaric: Kevin Rudd Australian Prime Minister

Prime Minister Kevin Rudd has condemned a terrorist attack on two luxury hotels in Jakarta as a barbaric act of murder.

Bombs tore through the Ritz-Carlton hotel and the nearby JW Marriott on Friday morning, killing at least nine people including a New Zealander and other foreigners, and injuring more than 40 others.

The Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade believes at least two Australians have been injured in the explosions.

Update 6: Jakarta hotel blasts were high explosive: Police

National Police spokesman Insp. Gen. Nanan Sukarna said preliminary investigations show the fatal explosions that hit Marriott and Ritz-Carlton hotels were caused by high explosives

"We need further examination to determine whether the bombing was a suicide bombing or another type of bombing," he said.

A Police Bomb Squad (Gegana) officer said the explosions could be positively identified as caused by high explosives based on the impacts. "The explosion in the basement broke glass on the third floor. That is huge," he said.

Update 7: People were crying and running: BBC

The first I knew about it was when some colleagues in the country actually gave me a phone call to tell me to get the hell out of the hotel. So I tried calling up reception, there was no answer.

Then I noticed the TV wasn't working. So I looked out of the window and saw, I could see down to ground level and I saw there was a lot of broken glass. So I thought it was time to actually get out. There was no evacuation warning or anything.

I guess the surreal thing was going down in the elevator and walking through the lobby and looking across to my left and noticing the actual cafe was completely blown out. More

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