Bambai Main Ka Ba | Bhojpuri Rap | Manoj Bajpayee | Anubhav Sinha | Anurag Saikia | Dr Sagar
If Mumbai is a city, Bombay is an emotion, then Bambai is...? Check it out yourself! #BambaiMainKaBa song out now! A collaboration between two old friends, actor Manoj Bajpayee and director Anubhav Sinha has resulted in this foot-tapping Bhojpuri Rap that you don't want to miss! Click to Subscribe - -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Song- Bambai Main Ka Ba Singer and Performer - Manoj Bajpayee Lyrics - Dr Sagar Video Director - Anubhav Sinha English Lyrics - Sankarshan Thakur Music - Anurag Saikia News Footage Courtesy - Barkha Dutt (Mojo) Music Label - T Series CFO (Benaras Media Works) - Dhrub Kumar Dubey Executive producer - Sagar Ravindra Shirgaonkar Associate Director- Vikhyaat Deepak Sareen DOP - Soumik Mukherjee Production Designer- Nikhil Kovale Music Produced & Design by - Prasanna Suresh & Anurag Saikia Costume stylist - Vishakha Kullarwar Line Producer- Durgesh Daddhich Post Production Superviser - Suraj Nair Stills - Bobby Sachdev Hair stylist - Bobby Rao / Sachin Jadhav Make up - Mita Vaswani Di Studio - Visualbirds Studios Di Colorist - Ankit Mali Ethnic Percussion - Pratap Rath Bass - Abhinav Bora Nagara / Bhor Taal - Kontilou Studios Recorded Phat Box Studio by - Rupjit Das, Euphony Studio by - Partha P Das Mixed & Mastered by - Bhaskar Sarma Euphony Studio Marketing Director - Trigger Max Publicity Design - Math Visual Promotions - Trigger Happy ___________________________________ English Lyrics - So what is it? What is it? Just what is it about this Bombay? What is it about Bombay That I slumber in a carrier When back home I have more than a mere acre What is it about Bombay? That I must live my life in this loop Of oil and salt and shampoo My palms I dip in the earth And my heart, it turns all green Oh my soul it’s still back there In that hot meal of my dream Oh what is about Bombay? So what is it? How I wish I’d spend my days Amidst my farms and orchards, my yard But here I am yoked to ways helpless and hard So what is it ...... Here I am A security sentry Doubling up on duty Each day I waste and fray Like a wicker lamp that burns away Oh who must have such will to bear The biting of mosquitoes Who would want oh tell me To be rent by nerves, oh who does Between village and town of mine I lie a bit bewildered To feed two tummies no more To Bombay I have wandered So what is it.... Just what is it .... Milk and ghee and butter sugar candy It’s what’s plenty back there But here one must make do With snack and bread, what else’s there? But work there isn’t where I come from And no jobs to be had Look how they herd and drive us Like sheep and goat, it’s bad If only there was an earning Would’ve made my home my heaven Why ever leave if that place rocked To arrive here and then get knocked So what is it...... And who’s here to share this grief And this helplessness, what a life! A year it’s been, a year Away from the darling wife And who is it that’s dumped us In the grip of these compulsions That even my chit of a darling girl I can’t under-arm mine clasp and whirl The elders, mai and babu The pond and dale all lost Who shall I open unto this heart That lies all broken upon itself, what a cost? So what is it ..... Blade and knife and rake and plough There’s also pick and axe And a length of home, a brood of keepers I too have a kingdom, let me wax Scrapers tall that these hands built They all go kissing the sky Here I am under this shanty roof And it leaks, oh my my Oh come and see you city lads What a stampede all this is Our lives, they are trussed and pressed Come see what a hen coop this is So what it is... We toiled and toiled us two We rolled the soil us two And on a leg we stood A month of rain, us two But a tuppence that didn’t earn For all the labour, all the toil And for little things we yet yearn The ways of the bit city I pray I can’t divine All the time they snap and scold But tell not what fault it is of mine So what is it..... Those hands that hold the rules and law Those hands they drip of blood Those hands, those hands Those hands are hands of flaw Oh reckon among such folks The gulfs that exist Between the high and the low Little the Constitution can even do But to scrape and bow Better that life Lived close to daughter and to son There’s neither a fair school close Nor a hospital for a dose So what is it..... It’s atrocity that upon us rains How much must one bear and try The lofty lordships of the land What’s there on them to rely We lie on earth Your throne’s too high It’s known to all because of who Bereft lie our homes, oh sigh O lordships! O masters!! Will anyone lend an ear? The ill, they’re dying back home Sans medicine and cure, we fear. So what is it? Just what is it? Jus what is it about Bombay? Just what????? Enjoy & stay connected with us! 👉 Subscribe to T-Series:

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