Ye Jo Des Hai Tera

Ye Jo Des Hai Tera

A R Rahman

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Yeh jo des hai tera, Swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukara....
Yeh woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
 
Your home calls out to you. The bond between you and your home is unbreakable and forever shall be.

Mitti ki hai jo khushboo, tu kaise bhulayega
Tu chahe kahin jaaye, tu laut ke aayega
Nayee nayee raahon mein, dabi dabi aahon mein
Khoye khoye dil se tere koi yeh kahega


For how will you ever forget the very fragrance of your home? And no matter where you wander, you shall find yourself coming back home. In your new paths, in your deep sighs, your wandering heart will whisper


 
Yeh jo des hai tera, Swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukara....
Yeh woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta

Your home calls out to you. The bond between you and your home is unbreakable and forever shall be.


Tujhse zindagi hain ye kah rahi
Sab toh paa liya, ab hain kya kami
Yuun toh saare sukh hain barse,
Par door tu hain apne ghar se
Aa laut chal tu ab deewane,
Jahan koi to tujhe apna mane
Aawaz de tujhe bulane, wohi des


For your life is now asking, after gaining so much, what more you seek? It seems you got all the happiness in the world, yet you are so far away from your home

Come now my crazy chlild, lets go back home to where at least someone will call you their very own


Yeh jo des hai tera, Swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukara....
Yeh woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta

Your home calls out to you. The bond between you and your home is unbreakable and forever shall be.


Yeh pal hain wohi, jismein hain chhupi
Poori ik sadi, sari zindagi
Tu na pooch raaste mein kahe, aaye hain is tarah dorahe
Tu hi to hain raah jo sujhayeh,
Tu hi to hain ab jo yeh batayeh
Jaaye to kis disha mein jaaye, wohi des

Concealed within this moment is ages of life. Don't ask why  a fork has come in the road. Choose your path, choose which direction to take.


Yeh jo des hai tera, Swades hai tera, tujhe hai pukara....
Yeh woh bandhan hai jo kabhi toot nahin sakta
 

Your home calls out to you. The bond between you and your home is unbreakable and forever shall be.

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Reflection

Eleven years since it released, the movie Swades continues to inspire countless overseas Indians to come back home and serve their motherland. This week's Maitri Tunes is offered in gratitude to all those who heed the call of their heart, and come back home no matter how far they have wandered.

Around ten years ago, when I first heard this song, I was nearing the end of my studies in Chicago. My mind was boggled with a whole new world of unlimited choices, paths and destinations. However, my heart was longing to come back to my people in India and it was a daily struggle between the mind and the heart. Looking back now, the deep wisdom in this song was instrumental in allowing my heart to win the battle.

A few days ago, I was joyfully sitting in a café and looking back was feeling grateful for all that life had brought my way. Magically, this very song started playing on the radio, and a tear of gratitude welled up in surrender to the grace that is continually showered on us. Albert Eintein’s words came to mind: "There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."

Sitting in the café, surrounded by beautiful trees, as I heard the lyrics of the song, I entered a deeply reflective space. Every line of the song was sheer poetry, and it evoked a strong calling to explore where my true Swades, my true homeland is. 

Words of Kabir’s poetry in “Naiharwa, humko naa bhaave” and “Udd Jaayega Hans Akela” came flooding by in which he reminds us that this world is a only a mela, a festival, a play and we are swans who have come here temporarily and ultimately will go back to our real homes when the play winds up. “Each of us who is born, shall one day die. Where will we go, once we take of from this rented body of ours. Where is the soul’s homeland?”.

The same evening, Asmund Seip posted a wonderful poem which articulated what I was feeling beautifully and was a magical culmination of a truly blessed day.

"My longing is to come closer to home. To feel it beneath my naked feet, to tear down every fake wall I’ve come to build. My dream is for everyone to be home. But I will not try and convince you.

What I will do is to set out on a journey. Like with all journeys, I cannot know where this one will take me. My hope, however, and what I set out to do, is to get closer to home. Closer to the Earth. Perhaps that will also bring me closer to you. And to myself. As if the three of us were ever
separate."