#Eh Mera Punjab

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1968 picture of Akal Takht. Amritsar, Punjab, India from the Wim Swann Collection.

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Eh Mera Punjab Kavishr Bhai Joga Singh Jogi 1

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Sukh Tan Hai Lyrics – Gippy Grewal

Sukh Tan Hai Lyrics by Gippy Grewal is Latest Punjabi song written by Happy Raikoti. The music of new song is given by Jay K while video is directed by Bal Deo.

Sukh Tan Hai Lyrics

Assi Pashu Te Panchhi Bol Rahe Bhala Sukh Tan Hai Kyon Lok Kunde Nhi Khol Rahe Bhala Sukh Taan Hai Sunna Sunna Saaf Saaf Aasmaan Kyon Hai Chup Chapeeta Bhaybheet Insaan Kyon Hai Oye Agg Te Paani Nahi Dol Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Kyon Lok Kunde Nhi Khol Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Koyi Kutteyan Da Vi Mareya Nai Sago Hor Tateeriyan Wadhiyan Ne Kitte Saddi Taan Ni Galti Koyi Saanu Kosna Agliyan Sadiyan Ne Nayi Gaddiyan Wale Tol Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Assi Pashu Te Panchhi Bol Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Haan Bhawein Assi Azad Haan Aaj Par Kujh Taan Khaali Khaali Ae Koyi Phul Mera Kyun Koti Tutteya Nai Puchh Rahi Har Daali Ae Ki Phul Ne Mere Sohal Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Assi Boote Saare Bol Rahe Assi Paudhe Saare Bol Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Saddi Taan Mandiyan Di Vaari Si Kyon Kar Saanu Sunsaan Gaye Koyi Khet Vi Virla Hi Aunda Ae Oye Kidhar Saare Kisaan Gaye Kyon Hunn Ni Saanu Fole Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Assi Khet Punjab De Bol Rahe Bhala Sukh Ta Hai Saanu Te Khabran Nai Rabba Ki Dharti Utte Hoya Ae Par Enni Chup Chaap Jehi Dekh Ke Sadda Taan Dil Roya Ae Chahe Galti Lokaan Di Te Chaahe Ghalti Saddi Ae Par Hor Sahi Hun Jandi Nai Eh Peed Badi Hi Daddi Ae Har Dukh Tu Karde Saaf Rabba Saadi Bhul Chuk Karde Maaf Rabba Har Jaan Jaan De Kol Rahe Sab Sukh Hove Assi Dharti Wale Bol Rahe Sab Sukh Hove Assi Dharti Wale Bol Rahe Sab Sukh Hove Read the full article

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CROWN PRINCE Lyrics - Ft. Bohemia & Jazzy B

CROWN PRINCE Lyrics - Jazzy B Ft. Bohemia | New Punjabi Song 2020 | Harj Nagra

Presenting the lyrics of the latest Punjabi Song 'CROWN PRINCE' sung by Jazzy B & Ft. Bohemia. Music by Harj Nagra. CROWN PRINCE Lyrics are written by Parry Sarpanch.

CROWN PRINCE Song Credits:

Song - CROWN PRINCE

Singer - Jazzy B Ft. Bohemia

Music - Harj Nagra

Lyrics - Parry Sarpanch

Presentation - Dinesh Auluck

Video - Rupan Bal, Rubbal GTR, Dilpreet VFX Films’s

Video Director - Rupan Bal & Rubbal GTR

*CROWN PRINCE Lyrics*

Yo 

Check One Two 

West Coast Worldwide 

The Legendary Jazzy B 

Bo Bohemia 

Punjab 

Gallan Hundian

Eh Yo Harj

O Nashe Di Nai Gall Bass Yaari Da Saroor Ae

Lang Jande Sher Pichon Tapde Langoor Ae

O Nashe Di Nai Gall Bass Yaari Da Saroor Ae

Lang Jande Sher Pichon Tapde Langoor Ae 

Shonk Naal Rakhe Jatt Bhar Ke Bandook Vadhe

Vadhe Vailian Layi Vaadhu Akh Wali Ghoor Ae

Fad Layi Mai Keraa Jihdi Shadi Naion Banh

Vailliyan Ch Naa Loki Pushde Ne Taa

Jihra Sirr Te Crown Mere Kisse De V Naa 

Aaish Full Cash Full Caara Diyan Dhiggian Ch 

Luttda Nazaare Jatt Gallan Hon Taa

Gallan Hon Taa

Gallan Hon Taa 

Saanu Piyar Da Nasha 

Saroor Saanu Yaari Da Jado 

Gall Dastoor Di Jaroor Banda Maarida 

Mere Yaaran Da Mai Laadla 

Oh Kehinde Menu Raaje Tenu Sochan Di Nai Lorh

Fazool Aven Maari Ja

Mai Punjab Ch Fikar Karanga Baad Ch   

Zikar Mera Akhbaar Ch 

Baitha Yaaran Naal Bar Ch

Bohemia Jazzy B Naal Naal Khadey 

Sapp Nu Sapp Lade Zehar Kinu Chadey 

Bo Bo Bo Bohemia Jazzy B Naal Naal Khadey 

Sapp Nu Sapp Lade Zehar Kinu Chadey

O Naam Likhia Starwalk Otey Tere Yaar Da 

Jazzy Tera King Gallan Fokkian Nai Maarda 

Ho Naam Likhia Starwalk Otey Tere Yaar Da 

Jazzy Tera King Gallan Fokkian Nai Maarda  

Perry Sarpanch Naal Dillion Ae Piyar 

Desi Gaaneyan De Vich Sikka Challe Tere Yaar Da 

Manak De Cheley Naion Khangda Koi Taa

Vailliyan Ch Naa Loki Pushde Ne Taa

Jihra Sirr Te Crown Mere Kisse De V Naa

Aaish Full Cash Full Caara Diyan Dhiggian Ch 

Luttda Nazaare Jatt Gallan Hon Taa

Gallan Hon Taa

Gallan Hon Taa

Khatarnaak Khatarnaak Dost Mere Munde 

Hathan To Banauonde West Coast Jihre Munde 

Sohni Sohni Naddian Rok Rok Gaddiyan 

Sada Kaafla Hun Jithon Di Vi Langhe 

Rah Shade Change Change Kihra Moohre Aa Ke Khange 

Lagge Vairiyan De Mele Kihra Moohre Aa Ke Khange  

Bo Bo Bohemia Jazzy B Aapa Manak De Chelley 

Kihra Moohre Aa Ke Khangey

O Kitey Vairiyan De Vaar Jatt Hiq Te Sahharda 

Godfather De Vangu Roab Tere Yaar Da

Kitey Vairiyan De Vaar Jatt Hiq Te Sahharda 

Godfather De Vangu Roab Tere Yaar Da 

Maut Nu V Moohre Layi Firda Ae Jatt Vaangu 

Landran De Pisha Kade Kita Naiyon Naar Da 

Vajjde Salute Saanu Tahion Thaa Thaa

Vailliyan Ch Naa  Loki Pushde Ne Taa

Jihra Sirr Te Crown Mere Kisse De V Naa

Aaish Full Cash Full Caara Diyan Dhiggian Ch 

Luttda Nazaare Jatt Gallan Hon Taa

Gallan Hon Taa

Gallan Hon Taa

Legends Don'T Die 

They Multiply

Just Thank God 

Don'T Ask Why 

Bohemia King Of Punjabi Rap 

Jazzy B The Crown Prince

It Was Written And We Out

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स्वाह बान के Swaah Bann Ke Lyrics - Diljit Dosanjh

Swaah Bann Ke lyrics in Hindi, English. The Punjabi song is from the movie Punjab 1984 (2014). The song is sung by Diljit Dosanjh. The lyrics are written by Raj Ranjodh. Song Details Song - Swaah Ban KeArtist - Diljit DosanjhLyrics - Raj RanjodhMusic - Gurmeet SinghMusic Label - Speed RecordsMovie - Punjab 1984Label - Speed Records Swaah Bann Ke Lyrics - Diljit Dosanjh Mere pind di oh nehar nu suneha de deo.Ni mai fer taari laun siveyan ch sarh ke.Ni main kujje wich aaunga swaah banke. Methon mareyan nai jana ehna taahneya de wichEh begaaneya de wich. eh mehkhanea de wichMainu chain milu mere pind pipplan de thalle.Patte loriyan sunaunde jadon thandi hawa challeMere pind di oh paun nu suneha de deoMainu loriyan sunawe kite maa bankrNi mai kujje wich aunga swaah banke. Mainu parde nal wekhdi ae maut kamzaatJiwe sajjri veyaahi udeeke shagna di raat.Meri arthi sajave utte full rakhdi aeNit banke kaleere mera raah takkdi aeMeri pind di oh mitti nu suneha de deoNi mai kujje wich aunga swaah bannke. Rakh haunsla ni maye mera kar na tu dukhPatte jharde hi rehnde kade sukkde na rukhMainu milea na kite teri godhi jeha sukhNi mai jinni wari murhan mainu mile teri kukhMeri ganga meri maa de dowe pair hogayeMainu ohna wich rorheo khudah kar kNi mai kujje wich aunga swaah banke. Music Video of the song Swaah Bann Ke by Diljit Dosanjh https://youtu.be/PQFTwE_4CcM स्वाह Read the full article

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Pyar Nahi Ghatda (Sippy Gill)

  Pyar Nahi Ghatda Sippy Gill

Vocalist : Sippy Gill

Lyricist : Maninder Kaliey

Music : Desi Routz

Company : T-Series Apna Punjab

Duration : 05 min 51 sec

Added Date : 21 Oct, 2019

  Anthem Portrayal: Pyar Nahi Ghatda song released date 21 Oct, 2019 sung by Sippy Gill, penned by Maninder Kaliey, music composed by Desi Routz, Pyar Nahi Ghatda copyrights by T-Series Apna Punjab, Punjabi Singles Mp3 Song From Album Pyar Nahi Ghatda new Punjabi song 2019, Sippy Gill latest 2019 Punjabi song stream online on muzicgo, download Song mp3 song, feel and enjoy music    

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Pyar Nahi Ghatda Sippy Gill Lyrics

Kinne saal ho gaye Tainu dekheya ni main Par door tu nahi injh lagda Badi hi der ho gayi Tainu sunneya ni main Par ajj vi kanna ch tu hi vajda Kaun kehnda teri meri gall hoye na Mere wangu tere vi taan taare soye na Main taan hatt jana sochan saambh ke Par eh dil nahio hatda Roz ik ik din ghat rahi zindagi Par tere layi pyar nahi ghatda Roz ik ik din ghat rahi zindagi Par tere layi pyar nahio ghatda Kayi vaari kitti Gustaakhi hor labh laan Par mainu tere jeha Koyi vi ni mileya Bhari si bageecheyan de Naal saari duniya Tere wala phull kise Hor ton ni khileya Adh mera sadaa tere kol hi reha Jehda bacheya si oh vi mera Tere layi pyar Ziddi hoye nain ne Deedar tera mangde Tere ton kade na mukh vattda Roz ik ik din ghat rahi zindagi Par tere layi pyar nahi ghatda Roz ik ik din ghat rahi zindagi Par tere layi pyar nahio ghatda Kailey di si bani tu Kailey di hi rahengi Bhavein hakk tere te Koyi vi jataa lave Mainu pata mere wangu Tera koyi ni ban'na Khud nu bhula ke koyi Bhavein tainu chaah lave Milange milange rakhi Baitha haan umeed main Vech sab lawan tere Palaan nu khareed main Hans ke main khushiyan Nakar daan je ungli Mere utte hove baal teri latt da Roz ik ik din ghat rahi zindagi Par tere layi pyar nahi ghatda Roz ik ik din ghat rahi zindagi Par tere layi pyar nahio ghatda var songs = Read the full article

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Eh Mera Punjab Kavishr Bhai Joga Singh Jogi 1

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Wandering in Punjab

I think one of the biggest blunder my parents made was to let me go on that exchange trip back in 2015 to Romania, because since after then it has been almost impossible for them to contain me within the bounds of our house. You see, I got high, I got high on the intoxication of freedom, and solitude and the high got me addicted to it. In the last two and a half years, I have visited three countries, and almost over twenty cities and towns. The adrenaline when the plane takes off, and the train starts moving, and the sound of my own breath that I can feel when I walk for miles with my shades on, it’s fodder to the well-being of my soul.

I haven’t posted about my travels yet, but I believe this recent excursion demands me to write because this was an altogether a very different experience. The first time I traveled internationally on my own, especially that backpacking trip across Turkey where in 15 days, with no prior bookings, or plans which cities I wanted to see, I discovered my potential. I used to go to the bus stand, stand there, see which city seemed more favorable after hitting some Google tabs, I would hop on a night bus, saving my night stay cost of hotels, get off in the morning, explore the city, and hop on another bus by the evening. Convenient, no? Not as much as it sounds, it was quite hard; my parents had no knowledge that I was absolutely alone in a country whose 80% of the population does not even speak English. It was difficult, and I used to take that as one of my achievements. But believe me you, all those very cute “wanderlusts, and travelers”, travelling alone abroad is one thing, and travelling alone in our own country, which has very limited means of infrastructure to support your commute, people are alien to the idea of a non-foreigner travelling alone, and that too a girl. Haw haye!

When 2018 started off, a friend and I decided to maintain journals while having our chai sessions at Roadside Cafe. That journal had my to do list for the year, I thought if I’d write it down, I’d be able to achieve it since the need to check off will keep biting me. Travel to Bahawalpur this year! I saw Bahawalpur’s pictures in some Instagram post some two years back, and I planned it with my bae back then, “chalo jee, kisi din sath chal kar dekeingay”, bae turned out to be bae-wafa and I thought khadday mein jaye Bahawalpur, Akeley kia jaungi.. Adhooray khuwab. Until recently I was like screw it, let’s do it on my own. 23rd march luckily gave us a long weekend, which I noted down earlier this year; because that was the weekend, I decided I’ll go off. However, work came in between, and the plan got delayed. Somehow, I got lucky again. My boss came to me and said I should go for my field visit to Multan. Hain, kia? A little taken aback, but gleaming after a few seconds, it gave me another hope. All said and done and after having communicated with my boss who looked at me astonishingly that why of all places would I choose Bahawalpur for an excursion after my sales visit? I flew to Multan on Tuesday with my return flight on Sunday from Bahawalpur airport. Yay! Also, I’d like to take a moment here to highlight, that ladies and gentlemen, THAT’S how you manage your work life balance. Life doesn’t end once you get into corp life, it’s all about will and smart management. True story.

Ok, guys friendly advice, pls March onwards sochiyega bi mat to go off to Southern Punjab, especially if you’re from Karachi the hawadaar Jannat. MEIN TOU MAR GAI. it was very hot. Like dehydrated kind. Got off at the Multan airport, and woah, it definitely surpassed my expectations because it was a very well maintained airport, with a lot of usage of blue tiles, since blue pottery is big in Multan. The city of Saints, I sighed. I got out of the airport to hail my Careem and proceeded towards my hotel. As soon as I got off the airport premises, on my left side I could see some fields, while on the right side I could see red bricked, short heighted walls. That particular sight is what has always reminded me of where I am; Punjab. Call me stereotypical or throwing a generalization, but be it Lahore, Gojra, Sargodha, Rawalpindi, or Multan in this matter, short heighted red bricked walls is something you’ll commonly find around you. Heading towards the hotel, I see posters of different political parties, I could tell the area was heavily dominated by PTIs supporter, upon asking the driver he tells me that this is the city of Shah Mahmood Qureshi, which made sense. My hotel was at Abdali Road, named after Abdali Mosque, which was also dressed in Blue tiles, and kaashkaari, a contemporary mosque fused with the cultural setting of the city.

Next day, my sales visit was planned for old Multan, near Bohar Gate. My car only took me so far, I had to get off way before the gate, and the walk inside of the old city was all on my own, since the streets were more like arteries, so narrow, with vendors by the side selling all kinds of things. As I went on for my work, from the car I saw Haram Gate, Pak Gate, Delhi Gate, and Dolat Gate. Intrigued as I was, I asked my driver to explain me its significance, and he replied that the city of Multan used to be contained within these gates, with arteries connecting in the middle. It was built like a Qila, a fort, so whenever they’d have the khadshaa of a war, they’d shut it down, and protect the people and the city. Genius, I thought to myself. However, now the city has populated well, and has more territories, and peripheries, which makes the up city. 

The next day, after my sales visit, during my break, which was between 3 o clock – 6 o clock, I set out to see what the city is known for; to pay my regards to the saints. Now now, I am not a very religious person, but I am a very spiritual person, so these places were a must, but man, what a wrong timing I chose since jal kar raakh hogaii. Hailed a Careem for Shah Rukn I Alam, the driver dropped me at this gate, asking me to continue the journey on foot now since the car couldn’t go inside. Had to walk about a kilometer, but could spot the Shrine from miles away because of its giant figure. With my crinkle white dupatta wrapped around my face, and my yellow glasses popped in, I wasn’t fitting in well quite frankly, and hence the stares. I entered the shrine, had to take off my shoes, and it felt like my talwaay were rested upon dozakh, aag hi lag gai. Going around it, and inside, I paid my regards, and prayed to Allah. Took a few pictures here and there in the karak dhoop, but an interesting visit altogether. 

There I also found out that he was grandson to Bahauddin Zakariya, which was my next station. Like Shah sahib, I said salam to Zakariya sahib too, which was like two kilometers away from Shah Sahib. 

Walking all on foot, I felt liberated to a whole new level because a girl doing this on her own in Bucharest was one thing, but in a lesser urban city like Multan, where I knew no one, & vice versa, it was exhilarating. Next, I hopped on in my Careem, and headed to Shah Shams Tabriz, it was about 4.30 and I could still spare some time. Shrine of Shams Tabriz was near this famous bazaar called Hussainagai, which was a miniature version of Saddar, Karachi. Selling everything and anything, you name it and it was there. It was scorching hot, & so while I was ranting about it, my driver went on to say “baaji aurton ko dekhein, itni garmi mein bi inki shaaaping nai rukti,” I lightly chuckled, because it was so true.

Reaching the Shrine, I realized that most of the mureeds over there were Shiites. Said my salaam, and left, and the last stop I had to make was to the blue pottery shop where I bought a couple of small delicacies. Continued my work there, and the next day was the more awaited day where my official tour had ended and my own exploration had to begin.

So from there on, it was all on my own. It took me about two and a half hours reaching Bahawalpur from Multan on a rent a car, because the road is a little bit under construction. My father is an ex-army officer, so I had spoken to him and asked if somehow I could secure a room in the army mess, since first, I absolutely love the Cantonment areas because of the clean and isolated environment, which I can’t experience anymore in Karachi, and second, the army messes are quite cost effective. Driving up to my room, I was suddenly full of nostalgia and homely feeling. I spent most of my childhood in different cantonments around Pakistan, and the previous past ten years of my life, I was situated in Malir Cantt Karachi, until last year. Settling in my almost decent room, I took out my diary and started scribbling all the areas I had to see, and writing down all that I had learnt during Multan. Ali Sethi’s Mahi Mera playing on my JBL speaker, I started to nest in my little room. In the evening, I went out for a walk around the Cantt, covering almost two kilometers on foot while taking several photos of the beautiful vicinity, the sunset, the brown leaves on the ground fallen from the tree.

 I popped into one of the shops to buy mosquito repellent, and bottle of juice, I walked some more. There were stares, obviously, a girl with an urban sense of clothing walking all alone in the stranded roads, was not something people there were used to. TGIF, Thank God it was Friday. Idk why, but eh. Saw the moon come up, it was a full moon, short of one day. Went back to my room, ordered some food, and ironed my clothes for next day. Plugged in my Netflix & caught up on the latest episode of Riverdale (DON’T JUDGE) and slept.

Next day, I was ready by 9.30, I had hailed a rent a car earlier for the day, which helped me commute. My first stop was the Bahawalpur Central Library. Entering, & finding a Rolls Royce parked at the front to welcome the visitors was just the beginning. Words will fall short if I even begin to explain what the library was like. I am a book sniffer. I buy books, open them, sniff them as if they’re my drugs, and feel euphoric. Entering that library was my Amsterdam where I could just get high anywhere & everywhere. That old smell of books reminded me of the diary my grandma gave me in which she used to scribble things during her youth days. Hell, I really can’t put in words what that place was like. Since picture is worth thousand words, here are some few hundred thousands of words explaining that I possibly can’t.

History. I am a history person, there was so much there, I couldn’t fathom. I search for spaces in Karachi where I could just go sit, and enjoy my vibe while having a cup of tea and reading some novel thoughts of Ashfaq Ahmad, and here it was. This gigantic place where that’s all people were doing. Upon asking the librarian, I got to know that the books here are either donated, or are funded by the government. It’s the second biggest library in the entire province, and the pillars of it are made of daal maash, chaawal, and doodh, this is precisely why it still stands untouched, undamaged. I spotted students sitting outside, hogging over a book discussing some theorem, nostalgia from IBA days filled my mind, sitting in Tabba block, hogging over kitaabs and notes.

Next to the library was the Bahawalpur Museum, which charged about 10 rupees for entrance and 10 rupees more if I wanted to take pictures. As I entered, I see this very tiny vintage Fiat. Upon inquiring, I got to know that Nawab Sadiq used to take his mummy around the palace in this car since she couldn’t walk much. How adorbz, and insanely royal. Mahal ghumanay ke liye alag gaari, wah.

The wall was covered with historical pre partition pictures starting from Tipu Sultan, War of Independence, Siraj ud Daula, Shaukat brothers, and moving all the way till Shaheed-e-Millat was sworn in as the Prime Minister Pakistan. One of the caption of the pictures was hand-written, and so it got me suddenly. I immediately inquired where did these pictures come in from, and I was told that these are all the original pictures. I was shaken up a bit because all this time I had seen these pictures in my history books, but never knew where the original ones rested. Wow, I moved on and saw the ruins of civilizations, left overs of the lifestyles of people of Cholistan and Bahawalpur, ruins from Harappa, Moen Jo Daro, the stupas of Gautama Buddha, the currency of Bahawalpur when it was a separate state, models of Derawar Fort, and so on. Infinite many little things I learnt, that I probably could not have learned from the books. Spending almost 45 minutes at the museum, I came out and next I visited Darbar Mahal.

For Darbaar Mahal, you need to take permission, the perks of Army allowed me to enjoy this facility. As soon as I entered, I saw this not so tall, but nonetheless very royal looking wide handsome palace. I sighed a little and entered with light steps, because I really didn’t want to infiltrate the beauty I was stepping into. Finding large portraitures of Nawab Sadiq and his ancestors, the tour guide told me all about his family, the palace’s history, what, when, why and how it was built. To say the least it was about 200 years old. The architecture infused with Victorian style, Hindu arches, and Muslim Balconies, synonymous to our generation Z; an influenced mix of cultures. 

I took my time to explore the beauty of it, while the guide went on to narrate history of Bahawalpur, its formation, its adjoining with Pakistan, and its facilitation to Pakistan Army back in 1950s. Darbar Mahal, now hosts offices of Generals of the Army of the commanding and stationed unit in Bahawalpur, and sometimes hosts events for Corp Commander and so on. Infront of the mahal were the typical diwaan e khaas and diwaan e aam, baramdah for resting and musical events. The darbaaris would also come in with their faryaads there, and they’ll have a hearing session in those facilities. Near the mahal, there were two more mahals, which were named after the wives of the Nawab. Yahan humein ek kagaz ka phool nai milta, my thoughts to my own miserable self. (Self-deprecating humor is my self-defense mechanism)

I also visited Islamia University, Baghdaad campus which was like the first world version of Karachi University. With a radius of 7 km, the university holds about 52 faculties, with a mini zoo in between, some five girls and seven boys hostel, and numerous facilities. I was amazed to see a designated study area for girls which was an open air park with an artificial pond in between, basketball and tennis courts, and outdoor table and benches with lights fixed, so they are also able to study at night. A replica of the same was available for boys. Now, mind you I couldn’t avail these privileges even at a place like IBA. Feeling deprived of such a rich setting in an urban city like Karachi, I went back to my mess to rest for the remainder of the sunny day. 

My evening visit had to conclude with Noor Mahal, which was my last stop for the weekend’s exploration tour. Alluringly illuminated, Noor Mahal was open to public, and was bigger than I had imagined. From what I’ve heard, this mahal was a gift to Nawab Sadiq IV’s wife, however she refused to reside there due to its proximity with a graveyard. She only ever spent a night there. After being severely consumed by the architecture of the grandeur, I left the mahal with a heavy heart because I swear I could have just stayed there. 

Adding on to that, the realization of heading back to Karachi was sinking in too. I had my dinner at a local restaurant called Four Seasons, and headed back to my mess.

Next day, I spent working on my presentation and in the evening boarded flight back to Karachi from Bahawalpur airport, which by the way was like a mini hospital in Karachi. Sitting in an ATR plane was my first of experiences since I have usually flown in 777 or 707 Boeings, usual flights of Karachi, but this was like a tiny plane. Being the only woman in the entire plane, and sitting between two uncles adjacent to me, and one on each side, I could not have imagined myself being in a more uncomfortable place ever. Experience, I sighed, for these little things are what makes me bold enough to do all these wild adventures on my own. 

I finished off my book on Rumi’s teachings, and just waited to touch down Karachi. Getting on to the Drigh Road from Airport, I got stuck for some 40 minutes because of the traffic. Yup, I was back in my city and its hustle bustle, but this time with a lifetime worth of memories!

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Mera Randi Maa Di Fuddi Mari Seth Ne

Mera Randi Maa Di Fuddi Mari Seth Ne

Hlo everyone. Mera naam Ravi hai. Punjab to lekin hun asi Chandigarh rehne aa eh. Kahani meri randi maa te sade Chandigarh wich rehnde sade gwandi di hai jo ki Seth hai. Eh story 3 saal pehla di aa garmiaa di mere ghar wich. Mom dad mai ate dada dadi ne dada dadi pind rehnde ne te. Asi tino mere pdai krke Chandigarh rehnde. Mom housewife si. Te dad 22 sector ch kapda ch clothes da kam si oh.…

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Ghatto Ghat Sazaa 5 Saal Watt Te, (Isay Bolte Hain Ghoda) Oh Gabru Te Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te Jatt Utte Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te Chobar Te Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te.

O Aunde Somwar Aa Tareek Soniye Bail Wale Chance Vi Weak Soniye Nikalde Saar Hi Gift Deunga Landu Jede Ban’de Shareek Soniye, Bachne Ni Jehde Mera Vair Khattde

Oh! Oh! Gabru Te Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te Jatt Utte Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te Chobar Te Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te,

O Baaz Aan Main Kehnde Jo Udaar Ni Hoya Khoon Aje Sir Te Savaar Ni Hoya Wait And Watch Main Still Around Aan Bhajda Ni Bhugtoon Faraar Ni Hoya Ho Khuda Da Aa Vair Bahli Chakki Att Te (Trigger Dabaya Aur Khel Khallas)

Oh Gabru Te Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te Jatt Uttay Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te Chobar Te Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te (X2).

O Mere Siron Bhalde Ae Meal Soniye Awa-Tawa Bolde Vakeel Soniye Sari Duniya Da Oh Judge Sunida Jithe Sadi Challdi Appeal Soniye Oh Aape Hath Rakhu Oh Sadi Patt Te,

Oh Gabroo Te Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te Jatt Uttay Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te Chobar Te Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te.

Akhaan Wich Bhawein Radkaan Main Kaiyan De Chaun Wale Khush Binde-Binde Dekh Ke Shaurtaan Da Dekhi Tu Rakaad Tutna Has Naa Tu Bar’an Utte Jinde Dekh Ke, Oh Uche Ne Nishane Sadi Neevi Mat De,

Oh Gabru Te Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te Jatt Uttey Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te Chobar Te Case Jehda Sanjay Dutt Te (X2).

O Sade Thode Puthe Aa Hisab Soniye Kam Tede Neetan Nai Kharab Soniye Pendiyan De Wich Sadaa Agge Khade Aan Taiyon Pitth Piche Aa Punjab Soniye Oh Sidhu Moose Wala Sadaa Jeyonda Gut Te, Oh! Oh! Oh! Dil Da Ni Maada!

Gabroo Te Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te Jatt Uttay Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te Chobar Te Case Jeda Sanjay Dutt Te.

“Oh Hawa De Bulleyan Te Uth Paindiyan, Kari Na Yakeen Gardaan Te Soniye Landu’an Nu Sadaa Paindiyan Ne Laanat’an Eh Case-Koos Painde Mardaan Te Soniye., Tension Na Leya Kar, Ha-Ha!”

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Chehra ‪‎khaas‬ ni!.. 12 v ‪‎paas‬ ni!.. Munda ‪shikari‬ banda…

Hath per ghadi koyi bhi Bani hoye….  per waqt apna hona chahiye da hai”

WHATSAPP Wali Ho ke , Tu Hun Bhul gyi FB Wale Yaaran Nu__??

Dil Te Lagi Sat da Te Vigde Hoye Sau JAtt da . . Beeba Ilaaz Koi Na..!!

Bss 2 Cheeza Hi Changiya Lagiya IKk Tu tE Ik TeRa SatH ,,

Munda Oh Labna Jo Aeroplane Chla Lenda Howe , Bullet ta har koi chala lainda

hai..Dunia me SirF 2 Chize hi MasHoor Han,Mera Style OR Mere GF Ki SmiLe….

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Eh Duniya Badi Hi Kutti Ae, Raj Ohi Krda Jihde Hath Jutti Ae

cooty Activa Naar Di Dil Thar Di, Sade Bullet Di Awaaz Lokan De Kanna De Parde Padd Di

Hum ‘Kimat’ nal nHi ‘Kismat’ Nal Milde Haa….

Na chhuri rakde ha,or  Na pistol rakhde ha, DILWALO da beta hu bas dil wich jigar rakhda hu!…

Log sade to jal rahe han…Lagda hai apne sikke bhe Is seher wich chal rahe ne..

Umar che to apa chota ha per Bade-Bade Aashiq sanu salam thokde Ne…

Kale Rahna Mera Attitude hai….??

Mere door Hamesha khula ha Tusi Jado Marji Mil Sakde ho..

Mera attitude meri Zeb Vich hai…!!!

Mera Attitude Dosre de behaivor te Depend karda hai…

Mera Style vakhra hai Copy na kro..

Beauty in the skin & Attitude in the bone!..

Zindgi che Sucess hon lye positive Attitude Chaida hai….

Mera Attitude is “GoD” gift and koi be Is ne mere to lai Nahi sakda..

Jatt da ‪‎dmag‬ te pind de ‪jwak‬, je vigad jan ta ‪‎bhot‬ made ‪‎hunde‬ aa..??

Desi jeha Jatt c brandy ho gya _Tere piche lag ke trendy ho gya..!!!

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Making a traditional Phulkari., Phulkari is a integral part of a bride’s trousseau in Punjab.

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