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We just separated
only yesterday
but how will I live
in this state for years
Death didn't come
but why do your memories still come
Oh long separation
Love for four days, my God
but long separation
Long separation
For one, my darling is not near me
There is no chance of meeting either
And now the rains have started
and this separation hurts me more
Oh this long separation
Love for four days, my God
but a long separation
Long separation
Champ of the Camp
Dubai, United Arab Emirates
It gives me a lot of pain
to say good bye to you
It gives me a lot of pain
to say good bye to you
Oh my love, forgive me
for I didn't keep my word
No one knows
what life brings to you this life
No one knows my untold story
No one knows what life brings to you
After a hard day's work
a laborer comes back to his place of residence.
Singing gives him that
aperture to de-stress himself
and to give him that
solace in his loneliness
and make him think more fondly of his family back home.
Travelers lose their way on the road
Lovers lose their love because of their mistakes
Travelers lose their way on the road
Lovers lose their love because of their mistakes
But not by mistake or carried away by emotions
will I fall in love
to wipe out the happiness of my life
The sky is blue The days are bright
The river shows the direction
I don't want to lose you
to wipe out the happiness of my life
I don't want to lose you
Hello. My name is Dhattu. I am from Hyderabad.
I can dance as well as sing.
Come along, let me introduce you to my camp.
This is the great space of our camp.
All kinds of people come here.
Hindus, Muslims, and people from Pakistan,
people from India, and from Bangladesh.
You don't have families here, only men.
These men come here to work.
You have men from all over the world.
You have drivers, operators.
These men have come here as laborers
and work hard.
Okay, now these are their rooms.
This entire row, this is where they live,
a row of their rooms.
It might look small
but it is really very big.
The laborer in a camp is missing a lot of good things in life other people enjoy.
Let's face it. He is out there in the heat
42 degrees or 50 degrees
And he still needs to make his bread.
So how does he forget the hardships
and feel happy about what he is doing for his family
by sacrificing and being here?
Champ of the Camp is now at your camp.
Etisalat presents
Western Union Champ of the Camp 2012
brought to you by Right Track Advertising.
We've come to your camp so register soon.
Malayalam, Bengali, Nepali, Bhojpuri,
you can sing in any language.
Register and get your free gift.
Shobana: Host
Rahim, if you are here please come forward.
Surinder, Milan,
Paramjeet Singh, Salwinder Singh,
all of you please come here quickly.
Champ of the Camp gives the opportunity
to every person in the camp
to come forward and showcase his talent
and it is a competition for the people in the camps
by the people in the camps.
So friends I'm speaking on a mic for the first time.
I'm a little nervous.
If you like it, make some noise.
If you don't like it, clap even louder.
Alright? Okay.
Oh my dear
Let's have some fun Oh my dear
Oh my love where are you
Your eyes are so deep I've lost myself in them
Are you going to sing in Hindi or Bengali?
Hindi. - Hindi. Okay, great.
Whose song are you going to sing?
Himesh's song. - Oh Himesh's song!
That's why you are wearing a hat like Himesh?
Please don't lie
Oh my love, please be honest
Please don't lie
Oh my love, please be honest
Do you love me like I love you
Please don't lie
Please be honest
Oh dear, don't break my heart
I am very fond of Bollywood movies
and my favorite actor is
Shahrukh Khan.
Shahrukh Khan is a great actor,
he's my favorite.
He's in some good films and delivers dialogue well.
I'm sure you have heard of me.
His films are a big hit
which is why in Bollywood he's the King.
Colors are showering
Colors are showering and the girl with the scarf gets wet
Oh colors are showering - Colors are showering
and the girl with the scarf gets wet
Oh colors are showering
Amitabh Bachchan, Mithun Chakraborty,
Raj Kapoor,
Jeetendra, Dharmendra,
I like all the actors from back in the day.
All these “Khans” are
just new kids on the block.
Now that you have pinched me
pinched me here ‘n’ there
I am angry with you
Cajole me, oh my sweetheart
I'll tease you
Girl, you're such a bomb
Ooh la la, ooh la la
You are my fantasy
Don't touch, don't touch me
Now my youth has ripened
Everybody loves Bollywood songs.
You don't need to be a star to sing
and people pick up Bollywood numbers like that.
It's very easy
because you listen to the radio the whole day.
It's very easy to pick up a few lines
and people love to sing.
Singing comes off top, number one.
Do you know any Hindi songs? - Yes, I do.
Whose songs can you sing?
I don't remember the names but I can sing. - Okay.
Do you know any popular songs
by Shahrukh Khan or Amitabh Bachchan?
I know quite a few songs
but I can't remember any right now.
It's the first time I'm standing in front of such a big crowd.
Okay. Which actor do you like
and whose songs do you listen to?
After a long time
we who are far away from home have been remembered
After a long time
we who are far away from home have been remembered by
the soil of the motherland
A letter has come
This is our room.
We are eight men in this room.
This is my bed. I, Rajesh Kumar, sleep here.
Below me is Mr. Kishore.
He is from Kerala, India. He's a mechanic.
This is Mr. Ajay Kumar's.
Like me he is also from Uttar Pradesh, India.
And on here is Mr. Arun Kumar.
He is also from Kerala and is a mechanic.
This is Mr. Ishkiunna from Tamil Nadu, India.
This is Mundrika Prasad's bed.
He is also from Deoria district, Uttar Pradesh.
These are the bags that we brought from our homes.
This is a cupboard from the company
to keep the things we use every day.
The soil from the motherland has come
A letter has come
My name is written at the top
with this message inside
You, who have gone abroad
and who never came back home
You have earned a lot of money
This money has taken you away from home
Leave the strange country and come back home
Break the cage and come home
Come back, you are still young
We are doing well at home too
A letter has come
A letter has come from my motherland
The auditions continue
Whoever has given their name, please come forward.
Mr. Zakir Hussain, please go over there.
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