#taal se taal

[kajra-re]

Aishwarya Rai, Taal, 1999.

#aishwariya rai bachchan #aishwarya rai #aishwarya #taal #bollywood #taal se taal #hindi cinema #indian cinema #india #desi #movie #screencaps #poc #woc

[starbaby2001]

#taal se taal #bollywood #best playlist ever #Spotify

[srkgirlblogger]

so unreal when ppl don't recognise that the real reason why so much of A.R. Rahman's 90s work was popular and original and felt "different" was because of his use of hip-hop -_-

#.txt #listening to taal se taal western ver. and god #this is a hiphop song

[tropivers]

#foreign languages #multilingual #spanish #languages #polyglot #language learning #spanish songs #spanishteacher #no se habla de bruno #french #español #langblr #spanish grammar #encanto #resources #we don't talk about bruno #bilingues #taal #youtube #multimedia #handouts #qr code #high school #international baccalaureate

[heartyearning]

can’t stand the fact that our grocery stores r being overrun by dutch people CAN’T HAVE SHIT IN [MYCITY] ben naar de ah gegaan want morgen is het de verjaardag v een vriendin in ik ging taart maken met een room sausje hè dus ik naar de winkel met m’n domme kop er van uitgaand dat we in VLAAAANDEREN ZIJN (geen vlaams nationalist maar jeweetwel ik zit gewoon int vlaams na te denken) en er staan geen potjes opkloproom meer maar ernaast staan gewoon potjes créme fraiche dus ik denk bij mezelf van ok idk waarom er een verschil in zit maar ok da’s tzelfde maar dan int frans dus da nemen we maar mee dan hè JA NIET DUS HÈ. ZURE ROOM. IN *MIJN* CHOCOLADETAART? KOMT MEER VOOR DAN JE DENKT

#godverdegodver en nu moet ik terug het huis uit en het is DONKER cant have shit in detroit #also. allemaal om te lachen hè. ik ben echt geen vlaams nationalist het is gewoon ambetant soms hoeveel taal verschil er is #tussen vlamingen en nederlanders. gelijk mijn kostuum leerkracht die dan zegt dat ik trekband moet gaan halen in de brico #en dan vraag ik aan die mens daar hey heb je trekveer (niet trek band de band is omdat ik ook paspelband nodig had) en die kijkt me zo aan #ja sorry meneer ik weet dat ik er niet per se hétérosexuéél uitzie maar i prommy dat dit echt bestaat #anyway. MARIANNE DE DINGEN DIE IK VOOR JE DOE HE.

[hobismilitarywife]

missing my hobaby mr hoshiki mr jay hope, jung hoseok aka hobi aka loml aka hobibi very much on this fine evening 🍷😔

#the fact that taal se taal mila started playing in my queue while i was typing this….i think the fact that i have that song in my music #library is much more concerning #BUT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I MISS HOBI #hope he’s doing well <3

[theladyfae]

"dil ye bechain ve, raste pe nain ve" –> me waiting for my friend to come back online and reply to the obscene amount of texts i sent when they were unavailable

#not being able to annoy hanaa as much anymore has me feeling lost ahdnskkd #sorry i spammed u i know u said the wifi hates u but yk how it is i have a thought and go straight to u </3 #also god forgot how much of a vibe taal se taal is like <33 #desi #faera's

[mad-scientist-deki]

The day some poor guy sees me ✨saunter✨ merrily in the dorm hallway at 4 am will be the day I stop doing it. Till then, dance away baby!!!

#Taal se Taal Mila plays ominously as a 200 pound guy is dancing in the halls #I do not sleep #this is a cry for help #diary of diarrhea

[kazoo-the-demjin]

oooh hey babes we reached 500 of us

#jes oh my god do i do a celebration #mei 5 baar se taal rahi #shat hababa wher e y'all at godamn #tay.blob #tay shit

[mmwiddc]

Ghar...

(poora padhna yaar warna bilkul mat padhna)

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Purane Lucknow ke chawk se phle chaupatiya hote hue dubagga wali sadak par jaana 

Uspar kuch dur chlne par baye haanth par ek sadak mudti hai uske saath mud jaana 

Kuch dur chalne par teesri gali me 

Chautha makan milega 

Khaali pada makaan 

Us makaan ke bahar ek bujurg 13 saalon se 

Phool bechrhe hain 

Usse 2 dhai saal phle se wo makaan kaali pada hai 

Beetey kuch saalon ke sawan ne us makaan ka rang dhul diye hai

Ab koi us makaan ko dekhta hai toh usko sirf wo budhi deewaren Nazar aati hain 

Samne hi neem ki lakdi se bana ek darwaza hai 

Jiska deemak aaj tk kuch naa bigaad paayi hai 

Uspar kareegar ne kya khoob nakkashi ki hai 

Us darwaze pr bada saa taala laga hua hai

Us taale ki chabhi wo bujurg apne gale me kisi taavez ki tarah taang kar rakhte hain 

Har Diwali aur Eid ko us ghar ka darwaza khol kr usme diye jala dete hain aur namaz padh lete hain 

Mere bahot kehne par mujhe us ghar ki chaabi dehi di unhone

Maine tala kholkr jb darwaze ko dhakka mara toh 

Esa laga waqt ruk sa gaya hai

Fir maine phla kadam rakkha us ghar ke andar 

Phla kadam rakhte hi esa laga maano waqt me peeche jaarha hun 

Itne peeche ke Jahan se wapas aana shayad mumkin nhi 

Wo darwaza ek patle se galeeche me khulta hai 

Main aage badha toh maine bheeni si mitti ki khushboo mehsus ki 

Diwaron pr seelan lagi hui thi 

Wo seelan un deewaron ki umr bakhoobi bayan kar rhi thi 

Thoda saa andar chala toh wo galeecha aangan me khul Raha tha 

Ek aangan jiske chaaron taraf keyaari bani Hui thi 

Aur usme Lage hue they alag alag paudhe 

Unme se ek thaa gulab jiski ek Kali bas chatki hi thi 

Main us Kali ko dekh kar soch me pad Gaya yeh sab jinda kaise hain 

Maine us Kali ko aankh bharke dekha 

Par jaise hi nazar hati seedha Jaa padi aangan ke beechon beech lage Tulsi ke ped par 

Maine haanth jode aur aandar ki taraf chaldiya 

Samne hi tha baramda jaise hi maine baramde me kadam rakha meri nazar padi baye taraf lagi kuch tasveeron par 

Un tasveeron me ek chota baccha dikhrha tha jo us Tulsi ke aas paas khelraha tha 

Kuch bujurg the jo shayad ab is duniya me nhi honge 

Aur ek tasveer me kursi par baithe they us makan ke Malik aur unki khawateen unke dahine taraf chai ka cup pakde hue khadi thi 

Meri nazar jaise hi un tasveeron par se hati seedha us kursi par Jaa padi 

Jo tasveer me thi 

Gerua rang se rangi Hui saafed plastic se buni hui kursi 

Maine Bina kuch soche samjhe jeb se rumaal nikala aur us kursi ko saaf karne laga 

Aur saaf karke baithgaya 

Baith kar maine aakhen baad ki toh us seelan ke beech se jagah banati thodi us Kali ki aur thodi Tulsi ki khushboo mujhme samane lagi 

Main aakhen band karke sochne laga ke ye makaan abhi bhi jinda hai 

Sochte sochte mere Dil me yeh bhi khayal aane laga chlo andar chlete hain

Main us kursi par se uth khada hua

Maine apne kadkon ko andar ki taraf badhaya toh aamne samne 2 kamre dikhai pade 

Unme se ek pr tala laga tha 

Apni shirt ki aasteen se maine us kamre ki khidki ka sheesha saaf Kiya aur andar dekha toh samne ek bed tha jiske upar bistar laga hua tha jo thoda astwyast tha 

Maano wo aakhir baar istemal kiya ho aur fir sahi naa kiya Gaya ho 

Us bistar ke bagal me ek table thi jispar kuch kitaben bikhri Hui thi aur un kitaabon ke paas ek chashma rakha hua tha waqt ke saath jiska kaanch peela padgya tha 

Bistar ke dusri taraf ek palna tha lakdi ka bana hua 

Ek taraf deewar pr almaari thi jisme kuch saman rakha hua tha kuch kitaabein thi kuch tasveerein thi 

Maine peeche mud kar dusre kamre ka darwaza khola toh usme lakdi ka sofa pada hua tha bilkul us buni hui kursi ki tarah uske samne ek lakdi aur kaanch se bani Hui table padi thi us table ke upar ek guldasta rakha hua tha aur uske bagal me thi ek ashtray jisme ek aadhi bujhi Hui cigerette thi 

Sofe ke ekdam peeche thi almari 

Jisme bahot saari trophiyan rakhi Hui thi 

Kuch tasveeron ke saath 

Maine kamre se bahar nikla aur seedha bahar chala gaya 

Jaakar tala daala, chabhi wapas dedi 

Aur seedha aapne ghar aagya 

Main ghar toh aagya lekin wo khusboo mujhme rehgayi 

Wo makan mujhme rehgaya 

Maine shayad jindagi me dusri baar waqt ko rukte hue dekha tha 

Us makan ka sukoon mujhme ghar kargaya 

Pata hai maine phli baar waqt ko rukte hue kab dekha tha?

Jis din college ka phla din tha aur main jaise hi class ke andar ghusa tha meri Nazar seedha tumpar padi thi 

Us makaan ko main ghar hi kahun toh accha kyonki wo ghar tum ho

Uski khushboo tumhari khusboo hai 

Uski seelan lagi deewaron ko main khud apne haanthon se sajana chahata hun 

Tumhe andaza bhi hai kitni khoobsurat ho tum

Un tasveeron me tumne qaid karrkha hai ek choti si bacchi ko jo kabhi kabhi bahar aati hai

Kuch bujurgon ko jo badi badi baatein kar jaati hai

Aur shayad mujhe bhi

Maine tumme jeena chahata hun 

Us gulab ke paudhe ki tarah us Tulsi ki tarah tumhe mehkana chahata 

Wo waqt se purani meri mohabbat tumhari hifazat karti hai 

Har Roz tumhare dar pe aakar sajda kartib

Ise esa karne ki ijazat dogi kya??

Mujhe khudme jeene ki ijazat dogi kya??

~ Sehr

#desiblr #desi tag #desi tumblr #desi academia #desi dark academia #desi aesthetic #urdu shayari #hindi shayari #sher o shayari #shayri #storytelling #storytime #story #urdu lines #urdu literature #urdu stuff #urdu poetry #urdu ghazal #hindistories #hindi lines #hindi #hindi poetry

[delhe-dalim]

HOLA, tu arte esta super mega bonito, se ve como uno de esos cuentos ilustrados que veía en la primaria!!

He venido a preguntar, que pinceles usas? ;0 Hace que se vea como si fuera crayón o algo! Tiene mucha textura (my beloved) entonces quería preguntar ;DD

Utilizó uno parecido también, aunque no tan texturizado (lamentablemente)!!

De todos modos, tu arte es muy bonito! Los colores y tus líneas y la forma en que coloreas me hace muy feliz! lo veo y digo hehehehjejejeje, jsjsjs

También, omg una camisa de las tortugitas? Super bonita, una muy buena idea e inversión! 🌟🌠✨

Holii qué taal 💛 Muchísimas gracias por tus comentarios, los aprecio un montón!!🥰 y efectivamente, los cuentos de la infancia siempre han sido una gran inspiración para mí! Su calidez y ternura son lo que más me encanta:) Sobre los pinceles, en general uso cualquiera con textura de tiza y pastel, pero el que principalmente uso es uno que vino en el Clip Studio, apenas lo encontré me enamoré de él! Si tienes el Clip lo ubicas como Carboncillo 2

Y sobre la camiseta, muchas gracias!! Espero en un futuro poder mostrar mi trabajo en ferias jeje 👀

#ask #artists on tumblr #brushes #keroppi #clip studio

[maryoliverdotcom]

Virah—Chapter 2

“The Padshah Begum-ji wishes to hear you sing,” a tall, sunburnt man finally announced. “You may enter. Guards, remove your spears—stand at ease.” The guards let their spears fall to their sides, a stoic expression coating their faces.

Qameer drew in a shaky breath. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay. Victory to Lord Shiva. Cautiously, she stepped into the durbar. She had originally planned to walk in long, sure strides, but right now, she could only focus on not collapsing onto the carpet.

The Padshah Begum was nowhere to be seen. Qameer almost let her shoulders relax—here, take note of the word almost. The relief was gone as quick as its arrival when she caught sight of the courtiers seated on both sides of the carpet, passionate, lustful eyes boring deep into her skull. A man leaned over and whispered something in his friend’s ear.

Qameer rolled her eyes. 

Without warning, a trumpet sounded thrice, followed by a conch. The courtiers stood up, and so did Qameer. She steeled her heart, her grip on the scroll of poetry tightening with each passing second. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay.

Qameer set her jaw as the Begum entered, her previous nervousness forgotten. There is no place for fear in a poet’s mind. Only truth, and truth only.

Om namah Shivay.

x—x

“Remove the veil,” a sharp voice cut through the silence. “There will be no need for it.”

“But Begum-ji, a woman—”

Her Majesty raised her hand, cutting him off. “I am Padshah Begum. There will be no further discussion regarding this matter.” She raised her chin, looking down at him. “Remove the veil.”

The man’s face remained unchanged as he lifted the purdah in one, swift motion. “Jo agya, Padshah Begum-ji.”

A pause, and then the familiar sounds of the trumpet, followed by the conch. The Begum walked into the durbar, brisk footsteps echoing throughout the room. She took a seat on the Peacock Throne and raised a hand, at which the courtiers sat down. Qameer followed suit, mistrustful of the strength of her knees.

“Mehfil shuru ki jaaye,” the Begum declared, catching Qameer's eye. Her voice was rich and deep, exactly how Qameer had thought a queen’s voice to be. The courtiers briefly paused their daily gossip, turning to look at Qameer with both boredom and amusement.

Qameer swallowed what seemed like bile. Om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay, om namah Shivay.

Maa’s face flashed in her mind. There is no place for fear in a poet’s heart.

Baba, reading her Rumi’s poetry. Only truth, and truth only.

Ma, teaching her how to write. Om namah Shivay.

Hafiz. Om namah Shivay.

Rudaki. Om namah Shivay.

Qameer drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes. She would have no need for the scroll.

“Ae ri sakhi…”

Not a single courtier dared speak as Qameer’s voice cut through the silence of the durbar. “Ae ri sakhi, mai anga anga aaj rang daal du, apne jee se prem rang kaise mai utaar du?”

The Begum’s eyes were fixated on Qameer—her eyes lined with kajal, a bindi placed right between her eyebrows on dark skin. The scroll of poetry dangling loosely from her fingers as she sang, her raised hand and furrowed eyebrows. Her eyes kept returning to her lips, which almost seemed to bend the air to her will. “Ae ri sakhi…”

“Tere bina kahi bhi na vyaakul mann laage—” thunder rumbled lowly in the sky— “birhan sur taal saaj, aaj tere aage…”

Qameer’s voice rivaled that of the thunder, reverberating throughout the durbar as the sky tried to match her poetry with a low rumble. “Nainan ko chain nahin, raina raina jaage—” Qameer opened her eyes briefly. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips, as if challenging the raging sky. “Ek pal mai toot jaaye saas ke yeh dhaage—” a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, casting a brilliant glow on Qameer for a split second— “tu jo mooh pher sakhi, deha-praan tyaage…”

The rain kept pounding onto the streets of Aurangabaad, and Qameer kept singing. “Pal bhar tu dekh mujhe, zindagi guzaar du—”

The Begum found herself closing her eyes as she leaned back into her throne. “Ae ri sakhi…”

“Meri sakhi, mai anga anga aaj rang daal du—apne jee se prem rang kaise mai utaar du?”

Qameer’s hand slowly dropped to her side as she drew in a shaky breath, her voice accompanied by the music of thunder. “Ae ri sakhi…”

Om namah Shivay. “Ae ri sakhi…”

A crash of lightning, rattling the window.

Om namah Shivay. “Ae ri sakhi…” 

A low hum. The windowpane had cracked.

Om namah Shivay.

A flash of lightning, enveloping her body. She opened her eyes.

The Begum was standing, a small smile playing on her lips as she clapped, slowly, and the entirety of the durbar joined in. The servants rushed towards the windowpane.

Qameer raised her hand in aadaab.

The Begum smiled. “Tasleem.”

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the poetry is inspired by (basically copy-pasted from) the song virah from bandish bandits :)

thank you shre didi @raat-baaki for helping with the dialogue! <3

#virah chapter 2 #gaylord writes #i'm so scared omg. currently going through writer's block i'm so sorry

[kabhi-kabhi-aditya]

“Jo tera haal hai, vhi mera haal hai, so haal se haal mila… taal se taal mila”

@whatsleftofdishaa I friend youuu for life.. 💫

#phli bar mera blog itta cute lgrha h XD

[tropivers]

#foreign languages #languages #language learning #spanish #multilingual #polyglot #spanish songs #spanishteacher #no se habla de bruno #resources #french #español #spanish grammar #we don't talk about bruno #bilingual #taal #bilingues

[clumsy-words-again]

'bhav, raag, aur taal se yukt nritya ko bharatnatyam kehte hai' is the bharatnatyam dancer equivalent of 'mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell' me thinks

#at least with people i know #which to be fair is not much #bharatnatyam #bharatanatyam #classical dance #desiblr #desi tumblr #desi academia #me says #random shit #desi aesthetic

[fatimajpeg]