City and places Dialogues

Kardo aaisi ghatna ... woh seedhe pahunche Patna

Do some eventful ... so that he reaches straight to Patna

Wagah naam hai mera ... kyun ki na hoon main Hindustan ka, na Pakistan ka ... bas joh player game badal paaye hai ... peeche padh jaata hoon uski jaan ka

My name is Wagah ... since I'm neither from India nor Pakistan ... only the player who can change the game ... I run behind his life

Punjab, Sind, Gujarat, Maharashtra ... Bangal ho ke Hyderabad ... Hindustan ke hum hai ... Hindustan hamara

Punjab, Sind, Gujarat, Maharashtra ... be it Bengal or Hyderabad ... we belong to India ... and India is ours

Mumbai mein kuch log aane ke liye marte hai ... aur kuch aakar marte hai

Some people die to come to Mumbai ... and some people come here and die

Tujhe chupne ki jagah na milegi shamshan mein ... na Pakistan mein

You won't get a place to hide in the graveyard ... and neither in Pakistan

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

When in Phuket ... just f*ck it

When in Phuket ... just f*ck it

Pata hai competition ki height kya hai ... Niagara Falls ke samne pishaab karta hua aadmi

Do you know what's the height of competition ... a man peeing in front of the Niagara Falls

Yeh Bambai hai mere bhai Bambai ... yahan buildinge banti hai cement ki aur insaanon ke dil patthar ke

This is Mumbai my friend ... here buildings are made from cement and peoples hearts are made from stones

Aye param pita parmeshwar ... maar maar ke pahucha diya Mahabaleshwar

Oh my God father ... you've beaten me all the way to Mahabaleshwar

Main tum bin adhoora, jaise namak bin daal ... daal bin bhat, bhat bin Bengal

I'm incomplete without you, just like lentil soup without salt ... like rice without lentil soup and Bengal without rice