Karmacy - Blood Brothers

Song Inspiration: This song is one of our most important pieces, both emotionally and sociologically. It utilizes two languages, Gujarati and English, to paint an honest picture of the often overlooked hardships involved in leaving one’s motherland. This story of two brothers, one who emigrates to America and the other who prefers to remain in his native land, is presented as a dialogue that spans both time and place. This heated discussion strives to capture the essence of the immigrant experience: the reconciliation of old and new within a constant struggle to regain balance. -Swap Official Lyrics Swap/Nimo Eye hie soo chaleche yaar, Kusoo nai baila chokri ne paisa Mare tho America javuche ne millionaire thavuche Evu chai, thya su karse ena kartha aiya re Thane kabar nathi pardthi, India maa kasu nathi Akho divas bhanvanu ne cricket ramvanu pan ena pachi su Papa su bolse, mami tho radsej, kochu thane thari sate badha tho lades Ema su, kasija, ave ooh jowchu, mari jingi pachi lochu avirite moto tochu Badha ne kaida ooh garib nati revano, Badha ne kaidas thya America ma revado Navai lageche, dharma ni yaad nai, todik dook bi nai, Lagan karis koni sathe Mare pivuche, tho pivade ah navu pani Tho jaa, pun maro dil tho resej Hindustani Chorus Maru dhil, my heart, maru loi, my blood from the start Mari nath, my family two worlds apart, How do I move on bhai, Kevirithe jais, cuz no matter where I go, My sould is in the same place Nimo dear bro its been a long time since we talked, four years since I stepped off that plane, how’s mom and pops as for me I’m workin’ hard learnin’ the ropes of the game I went from a nobody to lots of fortune and some fame In my own eyes, I think I’m doing really well, Got lots of money so tell nobody to worry about my wealth As for my health, well, it could be a little better But take care of yourself, love your bro, I’ll storm through this weather Swap Maro bhai, mane lageche ke thane bho faveche Saru tho jivan jivo pun thabyat kevi lageche Mami ne papa ni yaad aveche ke bulighayo Emni thabyat bagdeche jare thu pasai pache padigayo Harigayo, ah jingi aveche ne jaiche Saru to maro bhai, saro bhai, thu maro dhai chu, Tho maro bhailu, thu maro dhil chu Seni mate avirete jivan jivu chu Nimo/Swap Hello my brother how are you Bhai kem che You like my new suit just got it tailored Sergio valente Ah mari vow meena ne apri baby chivani, besija kasu kah, cha, nasto ke pani Here’s a gift for your wife, a baby doll for your girl, I can’t wait till its my turn to bring a new life into this world Tho lagan kyare karis, threes varus pathigaya There’s no time for all that and I refuse to do a biodata Family joyeche, pun lageche ke maligayo, Thu ne thara paisa, tharo lagan thaygayo Let it go, let it flow, I already know where I stand What I have, my two hands, my one life and my fam Aah vaat, kari che, ke thu kali kali boluchu, Why do you keep on asking me this, you know that you know its true Evu che? I guess that’s it… Ave ooh America jochu.. No I would never let you go what I’ve gone through

ANYWAYS

People are unreasonable illogical and self-centered. Love them Anyway. If you do good people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good Anyway. If you are successful you win false friends and true enemies. Succeed Anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank Anyway. People will favor underdogs But follow only the topdogs. Fight for some underdogs Anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build Anyway. People really need help but may attack you if you help them. Help people Anyway. GIve the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you've got Anyway! written by Poorva Agrawal

Women shop, Men drop

It isn’t true men are afraid of commitment. At least not until women utter those three little words:

Let’s go shopping.

Men are unable to comprehend this sweeping, amorphous, all encompassing word. Shopping. It brings to mind images of several dollar bills springing wings and flying away. The kind you see in cartoon films and comics. Except that life is not a comic book and the joke is on us.

A man’s idea of shopping is pretty specific. If, say, we want after-shave, we go to the chemist and pick up after-shave. We don’t decide, upon reaching the chemist, that while we’re here we may as well stock up on ice cream, Alka Seltzer, mints, Aspirin and anything else that catches our fancy (or our hypochondria).

Sure we go crazy at gizmo stores and window shop more than we should. We may even buy the odd iPod mini (and we’ll pick up the pink one if it makes you happy, hon). But gadget stores are the exception in an otherwise sane shopper’s behaviour.

With women, it works the other way. It is very rare that you go out and buy only what you set out to buy. You flirt with store shelves. You try everything from lip gloss to lingerie. You spritz perfume from sampler bottles on your left wrist, then you right wrist, then, having run out of wrists, you summon our wrists (spare us that bromide about women not using men for their bodies) and when done with us, proceed to spray assorted strips of paper before imperiously strolling out in a cloud of Ferragamo, Gaultier and Chanel. The male of the species always gets his timing wrong, we do not know at exactly what point we should whirl and leave the store. So we face the wrath of the snooty sales staff’s frosty gaze.

The entire experience of shopping seems to have evolved around a woman’s basic instinct to top up the shopping. You go for a haircut and stay on for hair colour. You pick up clothes and decide you want shoes to match. Or vice versa. You go for a massage and pick up aromatherapy oils from the spa store. You shop at the Singapore Shopping Festival and then pick up duty free on the flight back. The only impediment to straying from store to store was inter store distance. But the malls are the ultimate seduction for retail promiscuity.

Over time, we came to accept that men can’t be too rich, women can’t be too thin, have too many clothes or too many Manolos. You countered our resistance by saying that you wanted to go everywhere together and do everything together and shopping was no exception. We, however, felt this was just a whole load of mush and that you took us shopping because you needed someone to swipe a credit card and carry the bags (not necessarily in that order).

Of course, this was in the age of single income nuclear families. Somewhere down the line you decided to have a career of your own and the tables turned. You got your own pay packet, your own credit card, your own car and driver. That burst our notional bubble of indispensability.

We felt sheepish. We stopped complaining. In a bid to conform, we even started to put beauty products on our shopping lists, we decided we didn’t mind looking pretty, streaking our hair and hydrating our skin, if need be.

But deep down, fear is the key. Earlier, we were afraid to go with you. Now, we are afraid of NOT going with you. We accept that a woman can now go shopping without a man. What we fear, perhaps, is that a woman can shop for pretty much anything these days. Even a man.

This piece appeared in the Femina issue dated February 1, 2006

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