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sgub song in hindi!!

if you have a minute and forty-three seconds, this just might make your day.

it’s audio of day two of the girls working on the hindi version of the “survivor girl ukulele band song.”

back in december, with the survivor girl ukulele band benefit concert coming up, my friend¬†record-producer-musician-singer-songwriter ed tree wrote the song for the girls. here’s the original lyrics:

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if you’re down, we’ll lend you a hand
if you’re lost, we’ll show you a plan
if you’re scared, we will understand
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no matter who you are
no matter where you’ve been
the door is always open
we will let you in

there’s a brighter day
there’s another choice
there’s a melody
waiting for your voice

(chorus)

see who you can be
see how you can grow
see what life will bring
blessings overflow

there’s a brighter day
there’s another choice
there’s a melody
waiting for your voice

(chorus)

and here’s chorus of the hindi version, written by my new friend joseph pawar.

kya ho tum gire, thaam lo ye haath
kya de khoge, tum ko hai yeh aas
kyu tum dare, hum hain denge saath
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and here is the hindi version of the song written phonetically in bangla by one of the bangladeshi girls. is that cool or what?

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and now for the audio:

as you can tell, they love this song, and they lovelovelove singing the last line.¬†and i think it’s because they know its about them, and it makes them feel like they are part of something bigger than themselves.

something special,

something good,

something strong:

a band.

a survivor

girl

ukulele

band.

where i live, part two

i scamper down the path in the morning, excited about my upcoming day with the girls. and keeping watch at the end of the driveway is the daytime guard, who greets me with a cheery, “good morning!” and wave as i head off to work.

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after a long day teaching ukulele — and counting c,2,3,4; g,2,3,4; c,2,3,4; a minor,2,3,4 about a million times! — i sometimes head to the market to buy fruit. and while at the market, i often wet my whistle with some fresh coconut water. i always buy from this coconut pani wallah, who takes time to find me a great coconut. and then i watch him risk his fingers to get to the water.

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after the coconut water is finished, the wallah takes it back, hacks it in half, scrapes all the coconut flesh together, and hands me a bowl of yummy fresh coconut.

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and here’s a 25 second video from inside the market. the man you see standing is the charmer i buy watermelon from, and the woman at the end is my guava lady.

if you’re short on time, here’s the watermelon wallah.

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its great to share the cost of an auto-rickshaw home from the market. sort of like super shuttle and leaving lax airport, the auto drivers want to fill the van so to speak. as you can see, this auto already has eight women and children, and one more girl is about to squeeze on. yay, india!!

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as i waited for my own shared auto to fill, a guru-type guy dressed in all white and sporting two flat dreadlocks that reached almost to his knees got into the auto right in front of me. all this happened before i could get my camera back out and snap a photo of him. i was chagrined.

and then, oh joy! my auto wallah talked him into switching rides. he got out of the auto in front and squeezed in beside me. quickly i got my camera out and without even asking permission, took a few snaps. could not help myself.

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as the auto approaches my gate, i tap the driver on the shoulder and say in hindi, “bhai, bas,” which means, “brother, enough,” (– i think!)

and here is the outside of the gate where i live. if you look carefully, you can see that by the small tree is an altar where people stop by and give small offerings such as coconut or flower petals.

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the long crumbly gray wall doesn’t look like much, but at the end of the day, i’m always glad to get home sweet home!!

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