Bombay mein, garib ho ya ameer, subah uth kar toh sabhi daudte hain.
In Bombay, whether rich or poor, everyone gets up early in the morning and starts running in the rat race.
Duniya mein koi jaat nahin hai. Sirf hai ek ladies aur ek gents. Ek husband aur ek wife. Ek mata aur ek pita.
There is nothing called caste in this world. There only exists one woman and one man. One husband and one wife. One mother and one father.
Shaadi toe ek manzil hai. Ghum phir ke sham ko sabhi ghar jaatey hain waise hi ghum phir kar ladka aur ladki saath milte hain.
Marriage is like a destination. At the end of the day, wherever you are, everyone returns home. Similarly, at the end of the day, a girl and a boy have to return to each other.
Pati aur patni cycle ke dono pahiye hain. Dono ko saath saath chalna padhta hai.
The husband and wife are like the two wheels of the cycle. Both have to move to make it work.
Excerpts from the conversation with my taxi-driver this morning, willing to talk just because I was willing to listen.
In Bombay, whether rich or poor, everyone gets up early in the morning and starts running in the rat race.
Duniya mein koi jaat nahin hai. Sirf hai ek ladies aur ek gents. Ek husband aur ek wife. Ek mata aur ek pita.
There is nothing called caste in this world. There only exists one woman and one man. One husband and one wife. One mother and one father.
Shaadi toe ek manzil hai. Ghum phir ke sham ko sabhi ghar jaatey hain waise hi ghum phir kar ladka aur ladki saath milte hain.
Marriage is like a destination. At the end of the day, wherever you are, everyone returns home. Similarly, at the end of the day, a girl and a boy have to return to each other.
Pati aur patni cycle ke dono pahiye hain. Dono ko saath saath chalna padhta hai.
The husband and wife are like the two wheels of the cycle. Both have to move to make it work.
Excerpts from the conversation with my taxi-driver this morning, willing to talk just because I was willing to listen.
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