This Is The Story Of 'Aamir' This Is The Story Of 'Aamir'

Ye kahani hai “Bihar” ke chote se ek gaon me janme “Aamir” kispinph, jisne mumbai me khudki ek alag pehchan banayi!Shayad is kahani ke kuch panne kisi aur ki kahani se milti-julte hon.Zindagi ke ache bure waqt me ham sabhi musafir hain, koi akela toh koi kafila bana chalta hai!Is safar me kahin na kahin har mod tay kiye hue hain, toh chalta chal manzil ki fikr kiye bina .....

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Verse 11988, “Bihar” me janmaKahani shuru, pehla pannaBade parivaar ka pehla bacchaAamir naam, aage tha bhadna

Bachpan se pyar, mili maa ki mamtaPapa the door, unhe aur tha padhnaGodi se nikla, seekha kheton me chalna3 saal baad, khula doosra panna

Bhai-behen khel paye saath nahiChota tha gaon, thi na aamdaniSchooling ko bheja use nana ke ghar“Sabour”, Muslim tola -naya safar

Maa se janm, khala se milta niwalaNani se kahani sunke so jataNana the doctor, likhte the naath bhi5 waqt ke woh the Namazi,

Insaniyat sikhaya na jatiwadiAti jo yadein, cha jati udasiUnki parchaiye par chalti hai sath hi!Panno me risti, ruhani -siyahi

Aamir ne bachpan me dange dekheInsan janwar kaise bante dekheLogon ke chehre badalte dekheUthte janaze aur kandhe dekheGujre saal phir wo School meFollow karno ko bas rules thedhoodla dikhta usko door sekitabe rata, laga bhoolne

Maa khat me puche tu thik hai naAne wali kal Eid hai na,Tere bina feeka kheer hai naNaye kapde par kharid lena!

Karta wo miss, na batata thaAkele me rota, chupata thaDarr use lagta tha Mama ka,Choti galti, milta chata tha

Dabe ehsas, raha chup chapThoda alag, par thi kuch baatNana sa banana tha doctorToh Science me rehta wo topper

Ek dinAssembly me, mic hanth me,Zuban ladkhaye, laga kapneSansein phooli, phir laga hanfneandhera chaya, uski ankhon ke samne!

Hook-Badla samay, badla safarYe karvan chalta rahaAche-bure ki kashmokashWo khamakha badalta raha.Badla samay, badla safarYe karvan chalta rahaAche-bure ki kashmokashWo khamakha badalta raha.

Verse 2Naya mod, saal 2007First class, hua 10th passShuru hui nayi ek journeyPahucha wo sapno ki nagri

Papa ki Mumbai me naukri thiSaath rehni wali ab family bhi“Bhagalpur” se “Nalasopara”Station badla, badla uska thikana

Naya sheher, thodi alag thi boliBhaag-daud karte logi ki toliBuilding ke logon ne na tha pehchanaPhuche gaon wala kya karne wala?

College life shuru- 2008Viva college, seedha pahucha virarUnniswe Birthday pe mila use “Pulsar”Wheelie mara, phir peeche the punter

Na sunna tha usko ab lectureProxy lagate back benchersBunk karke, jate sab beach peMumbai ki lehrein ab kheecheEnglish gane sunta school se tha“Mocking bird” loop pe, jabse sunaRhyming karna bani uski hobbyDost ne di ek cd ki copy

Usme the “Eazy”, aur “Snoop” ke gaaneLaga wo lahron me dubki laganeBheetar uske kahin tha sailaabDabi chingari, banni thi aag

Dopher pe me jata wo cyber cafe“Call of duty” ke the fighter baitheOrkut pe login wo writer mode meScrap pe rhymes, sniper loaded!

Phir suna usne “Tupac” ka “Changes”“Brenda got a baby”, khade hue raungteInspired itna, banaya “Pac” ka tattooMuslim family, hona tha taboo

Maa ne pucha banaya ye kyu tu?Namaz na hogi kabool, na wujuPar meri dua ab hui hai kaboolKhuda ki rehmat, chupati ye ruh kyun?

Khush hai tu, mai bhi khush hoonPar karna aur na karna ab kuch tuFiza me faile bas khusbooMai bhi chahu na dukh doon

Nayi rahein mai chun loonPar kalam hanth, pair ghunghrooKalakari me gum hoonJo dil se sunaiyi de, wo dhun hoon

Ab har roz karta wo practiceGangsta rap se seekha rap skillsJana slangs, seekha hand signsBaggy pant, pull up, Westside

Ulti topi aur “Thug Life”Street smart, kare freestyleSamjha har gane ke meaningAb hit kare use bas lyrics!

Hook-Badla samay, badla safarYe karvan chalta rahaAche-bure ki kashmokashWo khamakha badalta raha.

Badla samay, badla safarYe karvan chalta rahaAche bure ki kashmokashWo khamakha badalta raha.

Verse 3Umar jab hui thi baisBadla tha uska bhi TimeAamir ab padhta na sciene, uh!Aamir ko karna bas rhyme, uh!Rehta wo out all night, uh!Karta wo puri har khwashish, uh!

Mile phir Mumbai me homiesJab rapper na tha har koi

“Aamir” bana tab “Young A”,Homies ke saath bite sundayTracks the kaan me bajteDekha tracks pe logo ko marte

Virar Local se ChurchgateCypher chale 4 ghante.

Andheri raat jab hui barsaatKam marks par na khali dimagRap seekha ab street hi collegeHukkah bar me pehla performance

Iss bar mic pe wo confident thahanth kanpe na, wo dominant saSuna “Bone thugs”, bana “Skin-n-Bone”,Booth me jata, jana khudka tone

Padhai ka man na, ab khwab alag theLaga call center me kaam wo karne

Hiphop se mila naya knowledgeGame me kare wo ballin’Hiphop hi bana ab saviourPhir “Skin-n-Bone” se wo “Shaikhspeare”

Graduation, thi nayi shuruwatZimmedari, kiya 9 se 5Choda na usne rap ka sathRap music tha pehla pyar

Na loose kiya usne focusInquilabi the vocalsKuch karna tha saath ho kerToh Bombay me bana Lokal

Nsp se phir BBC“Gullly Boy” se tv screenReal life on a MagazineCelebrate kare puri team

Par College ke the dost sath nahi,30 se pehle unhe maut aa gayi,Zindagi ne diya mauka nahiKhoya unhe, par bharosa nahi

Ghar me jhagde the toh sota nahiKismat ko usko, kabhi kosa nahiRap me khoya, jyada socha nahiJo sikka chale woh khota nahi

Anjane me hui galtiyanHar galti se usne sabak liyaJo rakhte pass galat fehmiyanWoh doori rakhta unke darmiyan

Goan se sheher, wo asli HustlerJahan bhoole sab, dhonda maksadRap music se karta channelHalaton se ladta battle rapper

Sangeet hai sansein toh kaise wo chod deKaiyenat sath deti har mod pe,Acha ya bura waqt, ruka nahi,Har raat ke baad honi subeh nayi

Khehta wo khud apni zubaniJo seekha wo baatein thi bataniSab ki kahaniya likhi huipar wo likhta khud apni kahani !

Shaikhspeare, Bihar****

This is the story of “Aamir”- born in a small village in Bihar…Who then made a name for himself in Mumbai! A few pages of this story may echo that of someone else’s! 

Through the many good and bad times of life, we are all but travelers, Some of us walk alone, some as part of a convoy.  

Every little turn on the way is somehow predestined, so let us keep walking without a sense of worry!

This universe is by your side! 

Verse 1- 

1988, Born in Bihar The story begins, on the first page- Eldest child of a big family Named Aamir, had to step up!

Love from the beginning, found mother’s utmost care Father was away, still completing his studies Left the lap, and learned to walk the fields 3 years later, the second page opened up

Brother-Sister couldn’t even play together The village was small with no source of income He was sent to Grandpa’s home for schooling “Sabour”- Muslim Colony – New Journey! 

Birthed by mother, fed by Khala/Aunt Would sleep listening to stories from grandmaGrandpa was a doctor, who wrote praises for The Prophet (PBUH)and offered namaz five times a day 

Taught humanity not casteism Whenever remembered him, felt saddenedHis shadow still walks beside meSeeping through the pages, soulful-ink! 

Aamir saw riots as a child How humans turned into animals Saw people’s faces change Countless funerals and carrying on shoulders 

Then a year passed and he was in school To follow, just a set of rules He saw it all hazy from a distance Began memorizing books and quickly forgot them.

Mother would ask in letters if he was alright That Eid was due tomorrow And without him, the kheer tasted bland Would ask to buy new clothes!

He’d too miss it all but not say a word Would sob alone and hide from everyone He was afraid of his mama/uncle Who would hit him at the littlest mistakes! 

Suppressed feelings, he’d stay very quietly A little different but something about him!He wanted to become a doctor like his grandpa So he’d be a topper in science!

One dayIn the assembly, there was a mic in his hand He stammered, his legs shivered and it got dark in front of his eyes and he fainted.

Hook- 

Times changed, journeys changed And the caravan kept on moving The tussles of good and bad He kept changing nonetheless!  Times changed, journeys changed And the caravan kept on moving The tussles of good and bad He kept changing nonetheless!

Verse 2- 

New turn, year 2007 Passed 10th, first class A new journey beganHe reached the city of dreams 

Father had a job in MumbaiA family to live together! From “Bhagalpur” to “Nalasopara”Stations changed and so did his abode  

New city, A new different tongue A bunch of people, running here and there Peeps from the buildings wouldn’t recognize Would ask, what a villager is going to do around here! 

College life started – 2008 Viva College, straight to Virar On his 19th birthday, he got a bike “Pulsar”Did wheelies with his mischevious friends on the pillion seat

He didn’t want to listen to  lectures Proxy marking backbenchers- Would bunk and go to the beach The tides of Mumbai were swaying each 

Would listen to English songs right at school “Mockingbird” on loop ever since he first heard!Rhyming became his hobby A friend gave him a CD copy 

It had songs of “Snoop” and “Eazy”He started diving into their tidesThere was an immensity inside of himA suppressed spark had to turn into fire 

In the afternoon, he’d go to the cyber café Fighters from “Call of Duty” game- sitting and playing there He’d log into Orkut in writer modeHe posted rhymes on the scraps like a loaded sniper! 

Then he heard “Tupac’s” “Changes” Got shivers listening to “Brenda got a baby” by himGot so inspired, inked “Pac’s” tattoo! Muslim family! Had to be taboo-ed! 

Mom asked why would you ink!Neither your namaz nor Wudu would be acceptedBut my duas have now been accepted! Khuda’s blessing, why must the soul hide?

If you are happy, So am I! Doing or without it A fragrance in the air I also want not to hurt anyone! 

New paths I must choose And hand as pen and feet as ghunghroo! Lost in artistryWhatever can be heard from the heart, I take that tune!

Now every day he’d practice Learned rap skills from gangsta rap Learned slang and hand signs Baggy pants, pull up, Westside 

Reversed cap and “Thug Life”Street Smart does freestyle Understood the meaning of every song And now only the lyrics would “hit” him! 

Hook- Times changed, journeys changed And the caravan kept on moving The tussles of good and bad He kept changing nonetheless!  Times changed, journeys changed And the caravan kept on moving The tussles of good and bad He kept changing nonetheless! 

Verse 3- 

When he turned 22 His times too changed Aamir wasn’t studying science anymore, uh! Aamir just had to rhyme, uh! He'd stay out all night, uh! He’d fulfil all his might, uh! 

When not everyone was a rapper-Then he found in Mumbai- his homies!  

“Aamir” then became “Young A”  Attening Cyphers on Sundays with his homies Tracks would play in his ears And he ‘d also see people fall and die over the railway tracks of Mumbai.

From Virar Local to Churchgate Cypher would go on for four or more hours 

Night darkened and then it rained Low acedemic marks didn’t mean an empty brain Learned rap and streets were now his college First performance lined up in a Hukkah Bar 

On the mic, this time he was confident His hands wouldn’t shiver, he was dominant Heard “Bone Thugs” and became “Skin-n-Bone”.Would go to recording booths, to find his tone 

He didn’t want to study anymore, now his dreams were different He started to work in a call centre to keep up with his music expendituresHip-hop brought new knowledge He’d be balling in a game Hip-hop was the only savior  And then he became – from “Skin-n-Bone” to “Shaikhspeare”

Graduation was a new beginning Responsibility, doing shifts 9 to 5 But he still never left rapRap music was his first love 

He didn’t lose focus! Revolutionary his vocals! Wanted to create something together So in Bombay, became (Local) Lokal! 

From NSP to then BBC From “Gully Boy” to Tv Screen Real life in a magazine Celebrating with his whole team! 

But friends from college weren’t together anymore They lost their lives before 30 Life gave no choices Lost them but didn’t lose faith 

Quarrels at home so he wouldn’t sleep but he never cursed his fate lost in rap, never thought much the coin that runs, couldn’t be counterfeit 

Mistakes unknowingly He learned from each of them Those who nourish misconceptions Would keep his distance from them!  

From the village to the city, he is a real hustler wherever everyone forgot, he found purpose channelling through rap fighting battles with circumstances- this battle rapper 

When breathing is music, then how could he leave it?  The universe stands by every corner so good times or not, he didn’t stop There’s a new morning after every dark night 

He’d say it in his own wordsWhat he’d learnt, had to recount those thingsEveryone’s stories are writtenBut he writes his story – himself!  

Shaikhspeare, Bihar(“Shaikhspeare” aka “Shaikh The Don”spinph, born as Aamir Shaikh, is an Indian rapper and songwriter. He hails from northern suburbs of Mumbai, and has established himself as one of the most influential and skilled rappers of his generation.)

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