Kele aur tragedy kabhi single mein nahi aate

Bananas and tragedies never come in singles

Namak khane se pressure high hove ... aur namak halaali se imaandari aur high hove

Eating salt raises your blood pressure ... and faithfulness raises your honesty even more

Apna desh phir bhi apna desh hota hai ... aur apna khana, apna khana hota hai

Our country is still our country ... and our food, is our food

Dimaag? ... mutton ki dukaan pe batees rupaiy kilo bikta hai bheja

What brain? ... it sells at the mutton shop for Rs.32 a kilo

Bahu, bahu ... apne guni haathon se chawal bana do, saath mein daal ... chaar paanch parathe ... aur do ek sabzi ... zyada kasht mat uthana

Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law ... with your gifted hands make rice and with that daal ... 4 to 5 parathe ... and 1 or 2 cooked vegetables ... don't trouble yourself more

Crime aur sharaab jitni purani ho jaye ... utni keemat badhti hai

The more older crime and alcohol become ... their value increases that much

Aapko kahan kahan nahi dhoonda ... Japan ki jail mein, America ki rail mein, khatte meethe bhel mein, khopre ke tel mein ... samose mein dhoonda, alu mein dhoonda, pyaz mein dhoonda ... magar na mila baap ... mila ghaas mein chupa saanp

I looked for you everywhere ... in Japan's jail, in America's rail, in sweet and sour snacks, in coconut oil ... in a samosa, in potato, in onion ... but I couldn't find my father ... I only found a snake hidden in the grass

Maa ka doodh toh har koi peeta hai ... lekin badi badnaseeb hoti hai woh maatayen joh tujh jaise sapole ko doodh pilati hai

Everyone drinks mother's milk ... but those mothers are very unfortunate who feed milk to snakes like you

Dhood ke phatne se banti hai malai ... suit ke phatne se hoti hai silai ... bhoot ke darr se phatte jiski, uski toh rab hi kare bhalai

Cream is made by boiling milk ... stitching is done when a dress tears ... the one who is scared of a ghost, god only save him

Dhoodh ka mazaa tab aata hai jab us mein ho elaichi, badam aur pista ... jab dil se dil mil jaate hai toh ban jaata hai bhai behen ka rishta

You enjoy milk when it has green cardamom, almonds and pistachios ... when a heart connects with a heart then a relationship of brother and sister is formed

Aaj kal ke Hindustani Coke peete hai, Pepsi peete hai, bhool gaye nimbu pani ... phir bhi dil hai Hindustani ... FTV, MTV, Channel V, bhool gaye Akashvani ... phir bhi dil hai Hindustani ... Reserve Bank khali, Swiss Bank mein saara maal pani ... phir bhi dil hai Hindustani?

The Indians of today drink Coke, drink Pepsi, and they have forgotten lemon juice ... but still they are Indian at heart ... FTV, MTV, Channel V, and they have forgotten Akashvani (Indian radio channel) ... but still they are Indian at heart ... the Reserve Bank in empty, and all the money is in the Swiss Bank ... but still they are Indian at heart?

Sunday ke baad monday, rupaye ke char ande ... khaye kisi aur ne dande, ab raj kar rahe hai mushtande

After sunday comes monday, you get 4 eggs with one rupee ... someone was hit by the sticks, and the big people are ruling

Hamare ghar mein inquilab zindabad pehle hota hai ... phir nashta hota hai

In our house first we chant long live the revolution ... and then we have breakfast

Maa ke doodh ki ek boond bhi tumhare jism ke andar gayi hoti ... toh ek aurat, ek maa ke liye tum aaisi ghatiya baat nahi karte

If even a drop of mother's milk would have gone in your body ... then you would have never said such a dirty thing about a woman, about a mother

Kya cheez hai Mumbai, aamchi Mumbai ... woh vada pav ki chutney, woh Mahim ki phirni, woh local train ke dhakke, woh signal pe chakke ... woh traffic, woh kooda, woh kachra, woh auto taxi ka nakhra ... woh machi waali ka jhagda, woh bhel, woh pani-puri, woh ragda ... woh Wadala, woh Chakala, woh Bandra, kahin Sakku bai toh kahin Sandra ... woh aunty ka adda, saala main road pe hich khadda ... yaar jaisa bhi hai ... aamchi Mumbai toh aamchi hai yaar

What a great place Mumbai is, our Mumbai ... the chutney of vada pav, the phirni (sweet) of Mahim, the pushing in the local trains, the eunuchs at a traffic signal ... the traffic, the garbage, the trash, the tantrums of rickshaw and taxi ... the fight with the fish lady, the bhel, the pani-puri, the ragda ... places like Wadala, Chakala, Bandra, somewhere there is the maid Sakku and somewhere there is Sandra ... the aunt's location, bloody the pothole on the main road ... my friend however it is ... our Mumbai is our own

Yeh malum hona chahiye ki mard kab peeta hai, kya peeta hai, kaise peeta hai ... yeh jaankari rakhna Bharatiya naari ka sabse important duty hai

When does a husband drink, what does he drink, how does he drink ... knowing this information is the most important duty of an Indian woman

Eat lots and lots of akharot, tighten your langot ... and fight with bear hands, no knives no forks

Eat lots and lots of walnut, tighten your loincloth ... and fight with bear hands, not with knives and forks

Agar hum pyase bhi marte ho ... toh bhi tumhare ghar se do boond pani peena hum mein manzoor nahi hai

Even if I am dying of thirst ... then to drinking two drops of water from your house is unacceptable to me

Itna zoor se laafa marke mooh laal kar doonga ... ki zindagi bhar yeh paan khane ki zaroorat nahi padegi

I'll make your face red by slapping you so hard that ... for life you won't have to eat betel leaves

Tum dimaag se nikalti hi nahi ho ... virus ki tarah ghus gayi ho andar ... har baat se tumhari baat nikalti hai ... shower ke garam paani se bhaamp badh gayi toh tumhari garam saans ki feel aati hai ... aur baarish huyi toh tumhare badan ki saundi khushboo yaad aati hai ... strawberry ki ek bite bhi loon na toh tumhari khatti meethi baatein yaad aati hai

I can't take you out of my mind ... you've entered like a virus ... every conversation leads to you ... when the steam increases in the hot shower then it gives me the feel of your warm breaths ... when it rains then it reminds me of the fragrance from your body ... when I take a single bite from a strawberry then it reminds me of your sweet and sour conversations