#saudebaazi

[houseofbreadpakoda]

WE NEED MORE CONTENT LIKE THE SAUDEBAAZI POST!

or could you please turn it into a series 🥺

(also, just a doubt in the first half sarala and damini are 50 and in the second half 17.. like was the second part just a flashback of how they became widows or..?)

Sksksks thenkssss nunu

Firstly I did not expect more than ten notes on that fic, not that i have a lot now. But I'm grateful. The intention has been to make it into a series, but I was a little stuck with my exams but now that I'm done, I'll try to churn out as much content as I can.

I'm trying to give it a new title cause saudebaazi was a song title i picked from a sapphic love playlist in ten seconds. So please bare with me till then.

The second part was a flashback of how they became widows yes.

[sunshinexvibes]

It's always, "I won't ever forget you" and never, "Main kabhi bhoolunga naa tujhe chahe tu mujhko dena bhoola. Aadatein jaisi hai tu meri, aadatein kaise bhoolun bhala."

[gulaab-jaamun-galaxy]

And then I looked for you in everything that was pretty. And I think of you whenever I'm left alone with my thoughts.

अच्छा लगता है हर रात तेरे ख्यालों में खो जाना,

जैसे दूर हो के भी तेरी बाहों में सो जाना...

The urge to lay on your lap under this tree, and then I'd admire the way God made you so pretty, and then I'd tuck your hair behind your ear because the winds seemed to bother you while you were reading your favourite book.

@wizardcherryblossom 💗♾️💫

@bareilly-wala-jhumka 🌼💞🌻

Nazar Ko Humne, Nazar Se Ek Din, Nazar Milate, Nazar Se Dekha.. Mili Nazar Jo, Nazar Se Unki, Nazar Churate, Nazar Se Dekha..

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[bimesskaira]

Why does every love song remind me of ishman nowadays? Like saudebaazi, ranjhaa, kabira, subhanallah, ye tune kya Kiya, lover, skin and bones (Morgan St. Jean), Dagabaaz re, ve kamleya, dil se dil tak, ishq wala love, just a little bit of your heart, the way I loved you, paper rings, in the name of love, enchanted etc etc. And many more songs which I can't remember just now. Ishman just live in my head rent free now and ask me at any point of time I will just start randomly listing proofs and logical proofs mind you.

No nazaar to their bond and them singularly (ishu and shubi) 🧿🧿🧿 touchwood....💙💙💙

[littleonelee]

38 & 39

38. My favourite band.

BTS

39. My favourite song

Can’t choose one there are so many

Saudebaazi, humdard, stay gold, magic shop, anpanman, perfect, see you again

Can’t write all of the songs. Open for more recommendations I love listening to music.

[itnibhisundarnahihunmain]

Last song: Saudebaazi (Encore)

Favourite colour: black/maroon/turquoise

Last movie/TV show: it's been too long that I have watched something new, but the last thing I rewatched a few months ago was YJHD

Currently watching: nothing because school is too much too handle rn

Sweet/savory/spicy: spicy all the way

Current obsession: books and being organised academics wise

Last thing I googled: the timetable for the busses here lol

no pressure tags: @etherealmistt @tothemoonandbacklove <3

Thanks for tagging me @weeping-in-the-willows <3

9 people I'd like to get to know better

last song: in a lonely place by new order

favorite color: black/maroon/sage green/blue

last movie/tv show: under the skin/last week's gen v ep

currently watching: lost, the x files, chainsaw man, the rising of the shield hero. been busy so I haven’t been able to watch much recently tho </3

sweet/savory/spicy: definitely sweet, but I love all spicy dishes!

relationship status: look at my blog and take a guess!

current obsession: honkai star rail, horror movies, genshin impact

last thing I googled: hsr bailu build

npt: @animallover4000 @poppy-inmyhair @danifart @immercuryinretrograde @asinglethreadofgold @glassdandelion @juliuli @anixknowsnothin @redwidow616 @timemaychangetheshoreline @sweeterthanfictiontaylorsversion @form-idable @notsosillyanymore-ehbatman @oatmilkbread @obsessivedaydreamer @folkloregurl @kisthes

[ehsan-tera-hoga-mujhpe]

Javed Ali, the man that you are.

[bollywoodgifed]

Beautiful lage saara jahan, Beuatiful nahi tumsa yahan

- Mary Kom (2014)

[qalma-e-azadi]

it's 1:06 pm right now and im re-reading it and by god this is terrible af

i snuck out of my house into the street, the mojdi he bought me was a little loose but it'll do. dozens of capped heads and henna-filled hands are embracing and whispering the same thing. "Eid Mubarak". i flew down the alleyways and ran fast into fatehsagar paal, he promised to meet me at the rani mehel. the water swished softly, the trees glistened with fresh dew on the leaves. nature was in place for that eid, wasn't it? he was standing with his back to me. but he turned around, the moment he heard the chann of my anklets. his hair was tousled his and cap was in his hands. his kadhai kurta was now dull, he hadn't washed it probably. the smell of his itr hung in the air. he drew in a sharp breath, and could barely stutter out a salam. "walekum assalaam" "you look....beautiful". "thankyou. eid mubarak" "eid mubarak, meri jaan". that was it, i think. he smiled his crooked boyish smile and i blushed and hid my face under the dupatta. he touched the back of my ear and pulled the dupatta to my shoulders. my hair was down, just held at the back with clutcher. he pushed a strand back on my ear. that was the first time he touched me. "i don't have much time," i told him. "just sit with me a little while, then?" he cleaned one of the stone sofas and then we sat on it. his kohl filled eyes stared at the water, and i stared at him, my chin in my hand. he turned around all of a sudden, took my hands in his and stammered, "do you love me?" that was a dangerous question. a haram one. "because i do, i do so much. and i can't stop thinking about you. i wake up in sehri, i think about you. i go to sleep thinking of you, you are in my dreams, i kneel before Allah and i ask that i may have you and nothing else. i swear by Allah, i love you. and if you don't i'll never bother you with this question ever again, but if you do please, by god, tell me." he had tears in his eyes, a dam on its edge, one more moment and it might break, his hands were sweaty and trouble wore itself all over his face. what will baba think? i almost say it out loud. "do you think of me as i think of you?" he says again and i remember. i remember i added salt instead of sugar to the sweets. and i had prayed the wrong namaaz twice. i wore the wrong pant with the wrong kurti. i meant coffee and i had said tea. and all these times i had thought of him. him singing in the rain. the crinkles in his eyes when he smiled at me for the first time. his laugh. the way he wore his hair. and his left dimple. and him. him. him. and him. "i do love you," i blurt it out, almost ripped out my tongue as a second thought. his crying eyes looked at me and twinkled. his smile returned. "on God?" he said "on God". his hand tucked my hair behind. haram. his hands cupped my face. haram. he pulled me close. haram. he parted his lips. haram. and he kissed me. haram

[paneerlajwanti]

im in here again lol but have you heard the song "saudebaazi"? I'd love a mandala on that. you're very sweet and thank you.

bestie you're back!! hello glad to have you back!!

oh yes saudebaazi is such a beautiful song, thank you for the ask and thanks i haven't heard the song in a while. you want a storytime? i never heard the song saudebaazi until a friend introduced me to it and then it like became our song?? i think pretty early 2020, so that was cute,, i ended up fading away in friendship with them but the songs still special and i think of them when i listen to it

thanks for the ask again and click on the image for higher resolution

[oceansandkomorebi]

aaja dil ki kare saudebaazi, kya naarazi

[graphicdesignonline]

Jahez Ki Laanat - Destructions of Dowry

Kitne afsos ki baat hai ki musalman maa baap apni beti ki shadi karwane ke liye masjid ki chaukhat par shaadi ka card le kar khade hon aur masjid me elan ho ki ek gareeb ladki ki shaadi hai. Uske baat masjid ke intezamiya ko yeh alfaaz bhi add karne chahiye ki, chun'ki ladke walon ne ladki walo par itna maali dabaw aur shaadi, dahez aur jode ki rakam ke akhrajat daal diye hai, yeh gareeb aur lachar maa baap apni beti ki shadi ke in akhrajat ko poora karne ki istitia't nahi rakhte, isliye aap lo jaate jaate us be'ghairat dulhe ke liye tawoon karte jaye. Aakhir kaunsa kharch hota hai jo maa baap ke liye aise mauqo par qaabile bardasht nahi hota?

Agar door daraz ke ilake se musafir ban kar mehmaan ladke walo ki taraf se aaye ho, to ulema ne itni ijazat di hai, ki musafir ki mehman'nawazi ki niyat se unhe ladki walo ki jaabnib se khana khilaya jaye. Lekin isme  ladke wale yeh ehtiyat karen ki logo ka ek bada hujoom le kar ladki walo par bojh na bane. Iske alawa bechara dulha jo itna ghareeb, lachar aur itna beghairat aur besharm hai ki woh jis bistar par soyega, uska kharch bhi woh utha nahi paata, woh jis gaadi par apni biwi ko lekar ghumega woh bhi use bheekh me apni sasur se chahiye, woh jis almaari me apne aur apni biwi bachcho ke kapde rakhega, woh bhi use tohfatan apne sasuralwalo se chahiye, aur kuch nihayat hi gire hue dulhe aise bhi hote hain jine shadi ke din pehenne ke liye kapde aur phir taa'zindagi rahne ke liye ghar bhi bheekh me chahiye. Aise bewakoofon ko chahiye ki agar bheekh hi mangna ho to woh shadi ka card jo ladki walo ne print karwaya hai, lekar khud hi masjid ke darwazo par khade rah jaya karen, kam az kam ladki ke maa baap ko is zehmat se to chhutkara de do naam'nihad musalmano! Phir ice-cream par topping ki tarha ek lafz kaha jata hai, ki aap apni khushi se dijye. yeh kaise khushi aur masaarrat hai jo insan ko masjid ke dehleej par logo ke saamne hath phailane par aamada kar de? Is khushi ko zara aap hi define kar do! Phir Nabi sallallahu alaihi wa sallam ka apni beti Fatima radiyallaho anho ko gharelu saman dene ki daleel di jaati hai. To jaan lijiye ki islam ne shadi byah ke mauqe par kisi bhi shakl me kisi bhi halat me ladki walo par bojh nahi dala hai, aur iski daleel aapko kahi nahi milegi ki ladke walo ne ladki walo se kisi chiz ka mutalba kiya ho, balki yeh ain hinduaana rasm hai.

Phir yeh bhi kaha jaata hai ki jab maa baap ne ladki ki itna itna jahez de diya to ab virast me se woh be'dakhal ho gayi, yeh tasavvur bhi islam ki den nahi balki sarasar islam ke qawaneen ke khilaf hai. Agar in saari khurafaat ki islah nahi ki gayi to jaan lijiye ki ummat ki bad'haali, pasti aur namoshi ke  kaee sabab me se yeh rusoomaat bhi ek aham sabab hoga aur Allah ke yaha zaroor ba zaroor aise zaalimo ki pakad hogi jinho ne shaadi byah ke naam par ladki aur uske gharwalo ko khule aam loota hai, jinho ne shaadi ko saudebaazi bana diya hai aur iske nateeje me zina aam ho gaya, to uska gunah bhi aise khuraafati logo ke sar par hoga, is me koi do raye nahi hai.

https://youtu.be/TiJKeWMOUVc

[houseofbreadpakoda]

100 notes and I WILL release the moodboard and first chapter. no comment spamming pleasseee!!!!

Saudebaazi

It was 7 on a Monday morning. More than half the city was up, the traffic taking over the mellow atmosphere. Two ladies stood in front of an old house, with one rumbling her pouch trying to find the keys.

"Oho, hurry now will you?" Whispered Sarala.

"Hmm hmm" Damini replied shaking her head, trying to rid her mind of the daze.

Sarala and Damini had spent the night at their friends place, sipped on a little booze and passed out. This had led them to sneak back home this morning, hurrying between rickshaws and buses, avoiding everyone's gaze.

It wasn't easy for them to be out on such adventures. It wasn't easy for two widows. For two 50 year old widows. Especially when they were clad in white from head to toe. They had absently held each other's hands tight while sprinting back home.

The duo had grown up in the same neighborhood. Both being from extremely conservative families, had been married off at very tender ages. Damini was married to Vinayak, a rich bank manager when she was just two, whereas Sarala was married rather sold to an old man Jagadish, by her parents, to clear their debts, at eleven years of age.

Jagadish, lured by the dowry he received began to lament his job, barely turning upto work thrice a week. Spent all the money he had on gambling and alcohol. Within a year of his marriage he was thrown onto the streets. Eventually, lack of money had led to abuse.

It was Diwali, when Damini had rushed to Sarala's house to feed her the sweets she had made when she found her tending to her wounds, broken glass pieces scattered on the floor. She had tiptoed to Sarala, to find a slit on her forearm, dried blood surrounding the wound. The bastard had begun his wrath much before the sun had risen.

"Why can't I have a nice husband...?"

".....I can be your nice husband...." Damini had replied sheepishly.

"Arey, but how-"

"Or maybe I could be your nice wife?"

"......that would be nice." Sarala had said smiling.

Damini's Husband was no better. He would be out for days or sometimes weeks. And when he'd return, so would the abuse. He earned enough to buy ten white elephants, but never bothered to give Damini a penny. When he decided to eat at home, he'd buy the groceries himself, but when he was away Damini would have to make do with the little food Sarala managed to sneak to her everyday.

Both the girls, barely teenagers, spent most of their time together. They would tie gajras for each other, exchange anklets, braid each other's hair and apply henna on each other's hands and feet.

Jagadeesh's drinking eventually backfired, the man could barely pass a minute without breaking into a coughing fit. All Sarala had to do was sit back and watch him swallow the poison everyday, and within a few months, hopefully, he'd be gone.

One very fine day, when Vinayak returned home with a chicken in hand, Damini had accidentally dropped a chicken bone in the broth which he managed to choke on, while Damini had coincidentally left to fetch water from the well. Poor lad, choked on his food, struggled to breath and died.

Sarala and Damini were now widows, at the age of just seventeen. It was good riddance.

After all they had good company ;)

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This was supposed to come out months ago, but I was dumb fuck and forgot about it so here it is. My first non-fanfic series.

Tagging: @janaknandini-singh999 @talesinmyhead040122 @tenderhood @vijayasena @yehsahihai and whoever else wants to be tagged really

[chiralsnail]

Saudebaazi - Javed Ali

Oh she’s listening to a Sufi song, what a surprise right? 

Saudebaazi means carrying out a deal, or doing business. But in poetry, it is also used as “Dil ki Saudebaazi”- to exchange hearts. 

This song is very poetic, so bear with me. Or don’t...? You aren’t obligated to read these at all <3

  Dil Kahe, Tere Main Honton Se Baaton Ko Chupke Se Loon Utha,

My heart tells me to gently steal words from your lips, 

Uss Jagah Dheere Se, Haule Se, Geeton Ke Apne Main Doon Bitha. 

In that void, let me place my songs instead.

Sauda Taraanon Ka Hai, Dil Ke Fasaanon Ka Hai,

The deal is of poems, and of tales of the heart,

Le Le Taraane Mere, Honton Pe Dhar Bhi Le 

Take all my melodies, let my lips be your abode.

Sauda Ujaalon Ka Hai, Roshan Khayaalon Ka Hai

The deal is of light, of bright thoughts,

Le Le Ujaale Mere, Aaja Nazar Bhi Leh

Take all my light, and fill my view.

(Seedhe Saade Saara Sauda Seedha Seedha Hona Jee

Main Ne Tum Ko Paana Hai Ya Tu Ne Main Ko Khona Jee

Aaja Dil Ki Karain Saude Baazi, Kya Na Raazi Aray Aare Aare Aa.

This bit in the brackets just mean :  All deals must be simple and straight forward  You either get to keep me, or you lose me So lets exchange our hearts, why the long face,  Come my dear. 

It’s just written in a way where its could a tongue twister as well, and you know I can’t resist a good tongue twister)

https://youtu.be/W4sHmzMCo8s

131 days!

131 is a Sophie Germain prime,[1] an irregular prime,[2] the second 3-digit palindromic prime, and also a permutable prime with 113 and 311. It can be expressed as the sum of three consecutive primes, 131 = 41 + 43 + 47. 131 is an Eisenstein prime with no imaginary part and real part of the form {\displaystyle 3n-1}. Because the next odd number, 133, is a semiprime, 131 is a Chen prime. 131 is an Ulam number.[3]

131 is a full reptend prime in base 10 (and also in base 2). The decimal expansion of 1/131 repeats the digits 007633587786259541984732824427480916030534351145038167938931 297709923664122137404580152671755725190839694656488549618320 6106870229 indefinitely.

That’s a crazy ass number. I crazy ass like you!

[wionews]

After Gorakhpur, Phulpur poll debacle, chief minister Adityanath cancels meetings to dissect defeat

After shock defeats in Gorakhpur and Phulpur, Uttar Pradesh chief minister Yogi Adityanath cancelled all meetings scheduled for today to chair a meeting to dissect reasons for the massive beating the BJP faced on Wednesday.

Both seats were previously held by the BJP but in a major turnaround, Akhilesh Yadav's SP defeated the BJP candidates handsomely setting the stage for a probable BSP-SP alliance in the state for the forthcoming Lok Sabha polls due to take place next year. 

The Uttar Pradesh chief minister is likely to attend a meeting to conduct a post-mortem of the bypoll results and set the course for further action as the Lok Sabha elections loom next year.

After the defeat CM Yogi said: “We accept the verdict of the people, this result is unexpected, we will review the shortcomings. I congratulate the winning candidates.”

45-year-old Yogi Adityanath was the Gorakhpur MP since 1998 for five terms till he resigned after being picked to be Uttar Pradesh chief minister. 

 “Yeh BSP-SP ka jo rajnitik saudebaazi, desh ke vikas ko baadhit karne ke liye bani hai, iske baare mein hum apni rann neeti tayaar karenge (This SP-BSP political alliance has been formed to hamper the development of the country. We will prepare our strategy for this),” he said after the party's defeat yesterday.

Meanwhile, Ram Govind Chaudhary, the leader of the Opposition ( Samajwadi Party) in Uttar Pradesh, congratulated the winning SP candidates.

He said: ''I will like to congratulate Mayawati ji and give my greetings to her. According to my view, there should be an alliance in future and it will definitely happen," via his Twitter handle.

  I will like to congratulate Mayawati ji and give my greetings to her. According to my view, there should be an alliance in future and it will definitely happen: Ram Govind Chaudhary, SP on SP-BSP alliance pic.twitter.com/S8tlbyvrJO

— ANI UP (@ANINewsUP) March 15, 2018

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