Reciting Allama Iqbal’s Aurat for The Mansarovar Project

وجود زن سے ہے تصویر کائنات میں رنگ
اسی کے ساز سے ہے زندگی کا سوز دروں

شرف میں بڑھ کے ثریا سے مشت خاک اس کی
کہ ہر شرف ہے اسی درج کا در مکنوں

مکالمات فلاطوں نہ لکھ سکی لیکن
اسی کے شعلے سے ٹوٹا شرار افلاطوں

And here’s my translation of the Nazm

The presence of feminine is the colour palette of universe
In her melodies are the pathos and life’s essence

The spark from a fistful is dust in her hands is brighter than the high Pleiades
And her uniqueness is more precious than those of the hidden perls

She is not Plato, she did not scribe philosophies
But it’s from her flames rose Plato, who philosophises

Aasim’s startup Orai App gets Media coverage

Aasim’s first startup, Orai App was chosen to be at Comcast’s Lift Lab accelerator program in 2018 batch where they met a lot of people, were given guidance and learnt a lot on how to run a startup. Orai App improves upon a person’s spoken skills by giving feedback and ratings and trains a person, … Continue reading Aasim’s startup Orai App gets Media coverage

The Rock Buddhas of Ladakh: Part 2

11th September The day started early as we were driving back from Kargil to Leh and were scheduled to stop in between to see the Lamayuru Monastery and the Moon landscape / Moonscape. We were in high spirits, admiring the shape, textures and lovely pastel colours of the mountains. Shades of brown, gold and at … Continue reading The Rock Buddhas of Ladakh: Part 2

The Rock Buddhas of Ladakh Part 1

Ladakh. The name originates from “La-dvags” meaning the land of high passes. Ladakh connected India with Tibet, China and other central Asian countries via the “silk road” the parts of which still exist. I had so far seen only pictures of this amazing place and was always curious about this enigmatic place tucked away in … Continue reading The Rock Buddhas of Ladakh Part 1

Brij Bano Kanhaiyalal kapoor ka ek inshaiyaa

ये इंशाईया  मैंने उर्दू रसमुलख़त में पढ़ा था और मुझे लगा की इसका देवनागरी में लिप्यंतरण (transliteration)  करूँ तो यह ज़्यादा लोगों तक पहुँच सकेगा। उर्दू में इसे यहाँ पढ़ सका जा सकता है  ब्रिज बानो : कन्हैयालाल कपूर यह ब्रिज बानो की दास्तान है। ब्रिज बानो कौन है? आज कल कहाँ है? उस के इस … Continue reading Brij Bano Kanhaiyalal kapoor ka ek inshaiyaa

Ek Akela sher

تم آؤ خزاں کی سرد ہواؤں کی طرح میں زرد پتوں کی طرح تم سے لپٹتی جاؤں -سواتی ثانی ریشم तुम आओ खिजाँ की सर्द हवाओं की तरह मैं ज़र्द पत्तों की तरह तुम से लिपटती जाऊँ – स्वाति सानी ‘रेशम’  

Chhattisgarh tour – the story in black and white

  When we take active vacations together, we tend to push our limits, and we have more fun. We meet and connect with other adventure seekers, and at times make friends for life. Tarique and I have almost always taken active vacations (Yes, a wildlife  safari counts as an active vacation) It had been long, … Continue reading Chhattisgarh tour – the story in black and white

Ek sher

ااپنی کلم سے جزباتوں کو کاغز  پر اُکیر دیتی ہوں میں اکثر اپنی چیکھوں  کو صفحوں  میں ضبط کر لیتی ہوں – سواتی ثانی “ریشم अपनी कलम से जज़्बातों को काग़ज़ पर उकेर देती हूँ मैं अक्सर अपनी चीख़ों को सफ़हों में ज़ब्त कर लेती हूँ -स्वाति सानी “रेशम”  

एक ग़ज़ल – ایک غزل

ان لمہوں کو گزرے بھی اب ایک زمانہ بیت گیا آدھی ادھوری باتیں کر کے چلا وہ میرا میت گیا ساون کی بھیگی راتوں میں پیڈوں کی ٹھنڈی جھاؤں میں لفظوں میں باندھا تھا جس کو کہاں وہ میرا گیت گیا جمنا گنگا کے سنگم کی نیلی پیلی لہروں میں خط میں میرے گیت تمہارے … Continue reading एक ग़ज़ल – ایک غزل

दोस्त (دوست)

  कोई गर पूछे की कौन थी वो तो तुम सिर्फ़ अहिस्ता से मुस्कुरा देना कहना कुछ नहीं ज़रा सी बात है मिलना था तुमसे वक़्त बिताना था साथ कुछ बातें करनी थीं कुछ ख़ास नहीं यूँ तो कट जाते हैं मसरूफ़ियत में दिन मगर कुछ है जो अधूरा सा लगता है क्या तुम्हें भी? … Continue reading दोस्त (دوست)

फिर से

गाँव की एक गली जो नदी की तरफ़ मुड़ती है वहीं रहता है वो चौराहे पे ताकता रहता है रहगुज़र शायद वो आएँ जो छोड़ कर चल दिए थे एक दिन अचानक पलट कर देखा तो था घर को मगर जब चल पड़े थे बंद कर सारे किवाड़ और खिड़कियाँ सोचता है वो शायद आएँ … Continue reading फिर से

How I became a Randonneur

Rewind November, 2015 After years of deliberating, I finally purchased a cycle. It was a Marin San Anselmo and was a good and comfortable bike, perfect for small distances. In any case, I did not plan to cycle beyond 25-30 km. That was till the bike came home. I was looking for training programs and … Continue reading How I became a Randonneur

Jahan gham bhee na hoN aasuN bhee na hoN bas pyar hi pyar pale

Aasim was a few months old and I use to sing to him so that he could sleep. Yes back then, I could sing. He would watch me sing with this toy in his hand, and with the gentle rocking of his swing, he would fall asleep. This was his favourite song back then. Aa … Continue reading Jahan gham bhee na hoN aasuN bhee na hoN bas pyar hi pyar pale

Mughal-e-Azam the play.

Saturday, 22nd October. I had specially flown to Bombay to spend the day with Urdu poet Janab Iftekhar Imam Siddiqui. I spent the day talking to him, listening to his kalaam and clicking a few photographs. Meeting his brothers Janab Noaman Siddiqui & Janab Hamid Iqbal Siddiqui, poet, and academician at Dinath building, in the office … Continue reading Mughal-e-Azam the play.

Another milestone reached. Aasim leaves for Drexel tonight

For all these years we have been preparing ourselves for this day. The day when Aasim will leave for the US for his undergraduate studies. He has secured an admission in Drexel University, Philadelphia, with a decent scholarship and will be attending the Close School of Entrepreneurship. He is flying to the US directly from Nagpur tonight, … Continue reading Another milestone reached. Aasim leaves for Drexel tonight