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!
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    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.....

    Category : Musique


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