- published: 31 Oct 2015
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The Khojas (Sindhi: کوجا، خوجا، خواجا, Turkish: Hodja, Hoca, Albanian: Hoxha) are a group of diverse people who converted to Islam in South Asia. The word Khoja derives from Khwāja (New Persian Khājé), a Persian honorific title (خواجه) of pious individuals from Central Asia, South Asia and the Middle East.
In India, most Khojas live in the states of Gujarat, Maharashtra, Rajasthan and the city of Hyderabad. Many Khojas have also migrated and settled over the centuries in East Africa, Europe and North America. The Khoja were by then adherents of Nizārī Ismā'īlīsm. In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, particularly in the aftermath of the Aga Khan Case a significant minority separated and adopted Twelver Shi'ism or Sunni Islam, while the majority remained Nizārī Ismā'īlī.
The term Khwaja, pronounced Khoja in the Gujarati and Sindhi languages, is a Persian honorific title, first bestowed by the allegedly Nizārī Ismā'īlī Sadardin (died c. 15th century) upon his followers during the lifetime of the Nizari Ismaili Imam Islam Shah (1368-1423 CE). As such, Pir Shihab al-din Shah, brother of one of the Nizari Ismaili imams, wrote regarding the origins of the Khojas that the very formation of the community came about through Pir Sadardin’s devotion to the Imam.
Actors: Narsing Yadav (actor), Hari Nandamuri (editor), Aziz Naser (actor), Aziz Naser (director), Ali Askari (actor), Sarwar (actor), Akbar Bin Tabar (actor), Shabbir Khan (actor), Srinu (composer), Moin Khan (actor), Mast Ali (actor), Aziz Rizwan (actor), Mast Ali (actor), Shiva (actor), Abdul Aleemuddin (actor),
Plot: Unemployed slacker Nawab lives a poor lifestyle in Chaqu-Pura, Hyderabad, with his elderly parents and refuses to find employment. He spends his time with another slacker, Baba, and are financed by their Auto-Rikshaw driver friend, Abbu. Both also indulge in petty theft and act as con-men to make money. His fed-up father asks them to leave, and they end up at Abbu's house. Not satisfied, they con Abbu's landlord, Jango Pathan, to lend them Rs.25000/- which they lose in a Carrom game. They decide to break into a wealthy man's house, steal, sell the goods, and then re-pay their debt. But the hapless duo comically end up being caught by the police and their plight is telecast on TV. Watch what impact this news has on Jango, Abbu, and Nawab's parents.
Genres: Comedy, Crime, Drama,* I was mislead, but once I found the way
I convinced a group of 19 that they should drown today
How I flipped it, clipped it after madness
Then the dead came back and haunted the wrong address
Cause they some stupid dead motherfuckers
Just like all you bitches, all Weathermen fluffers
And I get my shoes polished
By the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland's homage
In this day and age
If your deck ain't playing Cage
You probably disgruntled your Mrs. Funnel mayonnaise
Or I ain't get the right palm
My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood
My tools love, seeing the face of opponents
Seconds before they scull and wig savor the moment
Light up a Jay, cast silence over Bob
And hair stuck on the ground, shit I might as well rob the dead
[Chorus]
Hear this to the DJ then track the clubs
Lift the cover of my CD then see what acid does
Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
If there's a chick standing next to you then grab her jugs
And if you ain't grabbin' the dough when they ass below
Then you come back to the crib wearin' a mask and gloves
Then you go back to the club stinkin' of ass and blood
Joke some kid up diggin' pockets and snatch the drugs
I a backwards education
Studied some chick with broken navigation
All this anti-Cage demonstratin'
I don't pray to Satan
I pray on agents makin'
Shapeable minds
Capable of firing traceable 9's
But not at any kegs that make they snout's see
I don't know what I wrote till' I spit and my mouth bleeds
Look, more patterns to market
Not even naming I'm standin' a walkin' target with shoppers that look at me
awkward
Granted I got a canon and my freakin' mouth's leakin'
Cause my crew put more dust in the air than house keeping
If you sleeping you're getting woke the fuck up
Like you're parents while you bought this and smoke the fuck up
With some much rhymin' in the NYC
I carry 9 millimeter in the back of Taxi
While I thought music prevented GOB servants
And a cycle of brain wash entertainments to detergent
[Chorus]
If my thought patterns
Brought palans to Walt Adams
And spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin'
Bloody ear canal
Hold it down with a towel
Cause by the time the verse hatch your stomach's hangin' out
We got a verse on the loose, let's get these mouth zippers
Buy six drinks a night then wake up and wear 'em as house slippers
I'm just fuckin' with you bitch, don't get offended
This ain't your average anti-pop record with a happy ending
Go ask your block
School body and bastard pops
How the fuck you get your hands on acid drops
Music television repellent for kids with extreme views
Start torchin' labs to light the team's fuse
I've gotten plottin', rotten ? been chewing
I keep my hands in it with no tangible influence
Whether a Clockwork Orange or a murderous night
A book of what my pops did to Tony Burgess's wife