Decoding Ghal Ghal From The Film Nuvvostanante Nenoddantana.

An emotionally touching song that shows the power of LOVE.

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Namaste.

Ghal Ghal, the lyrical beauty that is heart of the film, speaks plenteous words about love in a lot of ways. Ghal Ghal, the word usually describes the sound of bangles, rain, small jingling bells hung around the necks of cattle, music instruments, metallic ornaments, water stream i.e., It represents positivity. Penned down by Sri Sirivennela Sitaramasastry garu, rendered by Sripathi Panditaradhyula Balasubrahmanyam garu (commonly known as SPB), scored by Devi Sri Prasad garu - Can we call them the legendary trio?

This song is about two people in a village striving hard to make their love win. The lead pair determines to put all efforts through farming; ultimately going all out for harvesting more grains than anyone in the village.

Let's dive into the lyrics without any delay:

Ghal Ghal Ghalan Ghalan Ghal Ghal ||2||

A sound of positivity.

Aakasam Thakela Vadagalai Ee Nela

The ground is trying to touch the sky through a tornado,

Andinche Aahvanam Premante

The invitation sent is called love.

Aaratam Theerela Badhuliche Gaganamla

Sky answers this ambitious attempt,

Vinipinche Thadiganam Premante

The sound of pouring rain water is called love.

Anuvanuvunu Meetey Mamathala Mounam

When silent affection touches every atom of you,

Padhapadhamante Nilavadhu Pranam

Rushing makes you restless,

Aa Paruge Pranayaniki Sreekaram

That run is the origin of love.

Dhahamlo Munigina Chivuruku Challani Thana Cheyyandinchi

The wet helping hand of raindrop given to a thirsty crop,

Snehamtho Molakethinche Chinuke Premante

Cultivated with friendship is called love.

Meghamlo Niddurapoyina Rangulu Anni Rappinchi

Make the colors that are asleep in clouds to come,

Maagaani Mungita Pette Mugge Premante

Crop painted with rangoli is called love.

Love is reciprocity! Like the earth invites the sky, and the sky showers on earth. Love is when, earth's storm reaches high, in return, the sky answers with thunders. Love is that sound of rain drenching the ground satiating the soil's intense thirst. Love is like an adrenaline rush; even the silence makes you restless. Love is that droplet of water nurtures the fallow field into a complete fertile crop. Love is full of colors that fill our life, as if the Rainbow itself has transformed into a rangoli in our place. Such a great metaphors!👌🏼

Praanam Epudu Modhalaindho

When the life began,

Telupagala Thedhi Edho Gurthinchenduku Veelundha

Is there a way to tell the date?

Pranayam Evari Hrudhayamlo

When love springs into someone's heart,

Epudu Udhayisthundo Gamaninche Samayam Untundha

Can we know when it will arise?

Premante Emante Cheppesey Maatunte

Is there any word to express love,

Aa Maataki Telisena Premante

Does that word know what love is?

Adhi Charithalu Saitham Chadavani Vainam

It is unread by history.

Kavithalu Saitham Palakani Bhavam

It's a feeling poems can't express.

Sarigamalerugani Madhurima Premante

It's a sweetness even the seven notes of music are unaware of.

Dharidhati Urakalu Vese Ey Nadhikaina Telisindha

Does any overflowing river know,

Thanalo Ee Uravadi Penchina Tholi Chinukedhante

What is the first raindrop that started this flood?

Siri Pairai Egire Varaku Chenuku Matram Telisindha

Does the crop know till it's completely flourished,

Thanalo Kanipinche Kalalaku Tholi Pilupedhante

Where is the first evocation of the beauty it carries?

Can we know when is the origin of life? Likewise, we can't find when and how someone can fall in love with the other. The words can't describe that feeling, histories are unread, poems can't express, and swaras of music are unaware.

The raging river would never know about the first raindrop that started the flood, and the farm field will not have a single idea for the beauty around it. It is like trying to draw the parallels uniting love and farming.

Mande Koliminadagandhe

Unless asking the burning furnace,

Teliyadhe Mannu Kadhu Idhi Swarnamantu Chupalante

You can show it is gold but not mud.

Pande Polamu Chebuthundhe

The field tells you,

Padhunuga Naate Naagali Pote Vesina Melante

The good caused by the blows of sharp plough.

Thanuvantha Viraboose Gaayale Varamalai

Wounded body turning into flower garland.

Dharijere Priyurale Gelupante

The lover that embraces you is victory.

Thanu Koluvai Unde Viluve Unte

If there is a value for her stay,

Alanti Manasuku Thanantha Thanai

That type of heart itself,

Adagaka Dorike Varame Valapante

The uninvited wish that finds the heart is love.

Janmantha Nee Adugullo Adugulu Kalipe Jatha Unte

If there's a privilege to match your footsteps for a lifetime,

Nadakallo Thadabataina Naatyam Ayipodha

Even the stumbling turns into a beautiful dance.

Reyantha Nee Thalapulatho Errabade Kannulu Unte

When my eyes turn red thinking of you all night,

Aa Kanthe Nuvvethike Sankranthai Eduravadha

That light comes to you as a festival.

Ghal Ghal Ghalan Ghalan Ghal Ghal ||2||

The sound of positivity.

No pain, No gain! One must endure the pain to win the love. No one ever asked a burning furnace why it tolerates the fire in the process of making gold, but it gives the gold anyway. Similarly, farm field endures the sharp blows of plough to give the paddy.

In this film, the male lead encounters many challenging situations and injuries, to win the challenge of harvesting more grains and succeeding in love. He expects the bruises on his body will become a garland, thus leading them to be married soon.

It's lucky to be loved by someone for a lifetime. If you have a partner for Life who will walk with you on any path, and whatever that path leads you both to, be it good or bad – you still have a person by your side. That's all needed these days!

Let's spread love, smile, and positivity everywhere!

PS: A tough nut to crack ! It took me a lot of time to decode this beautiful track. We can't do a literal translation for these types of songs but we must preserve these. No wonder the lyricist Sirivennela garu is one of the greatest telugu writers we ever got.

Happy Reading!

Jai Hind.