Bhojpuri Comfortably Numb

Photu used with permission. And the protagonist was really numb at that time. I hope he won't mind it.

*This is a photo of my friend, not me;
From one of the Stanza of English version:

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons.

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain you would not understand

This is not how I am.

I have become comfortably numb.

And now, the rough Bhojpuri translation in English script:

Jab hum tha ek bachwa, tab humko hua bukhar

hamaar haath gaye phool, jaise ki du bailoon.

ab humko hua e ehsaas ek baar aur, (par karo gaur)

hum samjha nahi sakte, aap nahi na samjhiyega

hum waise nahi hain jaise abhi hain.

ab ban gaye hain hum, aaramtalbi aur sunn.

Poem is on my state at the college days where I have become epitome of lethargy and anti-bathist. Only watching movies , bunking classes and playing AOE. I am trying to get again that feeling in the corporate world but all attempts are vain till now. This translation is dedicated to all Indian Floydians from my side. Original Material yahan se uthaya aur sanshodhit kiya hai.

Power of Bhojpuri Language

This post is lifted,plagiarised,edited and compiled from post of the another blog.It is modified from X rated version to teenager suited version.It is confession and reincarnation of Bengali boy turning into fan of bhojpuri language.
Here is detaied account---

"I was a bong. A mach-bhath (fish-rice) ogling, ganguly-worshipping, east-bengal-supporting, dor-baa*a-muttering, pure, unadulterated, 100% quintessential made-in-calcutta bong. I knew only bong gaaalis (swears) and they were sweet, rhythmic , intellectually crafted, usually non-acidic with little or no reference to the women in your family.

And then suddenly one fine hot summer day, way back in the summers of 1998, everything changed. The bong gets introduced to the bhojpuri tongue. I had read Hansel and Gretel 10 summers ago, but it was then that i realized what the two misguided souls felt when they saw the cookie-&-chocolate-house. The bhojpuri tongue was a treasure chest. It was mind-bogglingly awesome. A normal polite conversation in bhojpuri would make you feel that your ass was being verbally whipped to hell and back. Forget the stupid, inane bong insults this was the real deal. The mother of all mother tongues. Who was the idiot who declared hindi to be our national language, if it was upto me it would have been good old bhojpuri. Imagine the advantages of that, 1/6th of the world's population speaking the way Lalu does. Man-o-man would not that be cool.

Wouldn't the usually uncool brown Indians with a funny accent be revered by those hot blond bombshells in those pubs and nightclubs. Forget the coolest of the cool jamaican accents, the bihari accent of bhojpuri is what those ever elusive blonds would fall for. How can they resist a pick-up line that goes :

" denkhiye (stress on the n) sandra babby hum kahe de raha hoo jyaada tem nahi na hai humre pas, nachiyega humre saath to boliye nahi to mandra humra waiting kar rahi hai oo baju me".

Bloody jamaicans with their oh-so-cool "hey maaaaaaaan" lines would have been decimated in seconds. And we blond-ogling brownies would rule the blond's-world with an iron rod, err no i mean acerbic tongue.

bhujla ki naa.. nahi bujhi.. arreee burbak ho kaa??"