Anybody tried wearing saree on slacks?
I saw it on one of the TV channels and find the idea very appealing 😉
Anybody tried wearing saree on slacks?
I saw it on one of the TV channels and find the idea very appealing 😉
Children learn what they live
If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy.
If a child lives with shame, he learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate.
If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice.
If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world.
na gul apnaa, na khaar apna, na zaalim bagHbaaN apna
basayaa aah kis gulshan meiN, hum ne aashiyaaN apna
— Nazir Akbarabadi (1740-1830)
The first Urdu poet to introduced nazms to Urdu poetry, Nazeer can be said to be the “father of the Urdu nazms” He was much before Haali or Azaad who are generally given credit for being first to bring the form of nazms to Urdu. There is another reason to call Nazir “Father of the Urdu Nazms” ; he wrote nazms on almost all the topics that affect a human. He wrote about festivals, seasons, fruits, about life, just every conceivable topic. He also wrote some beautiful verses on some of the most gHair-shayaraana topics e.g. muflisi, koRhinamaH, paisa, rupaiaa, rotiyaaN, aaTa-daal, pankha and kakRhi among others.
His name was Shaikh Muhammad Wali he wrote with takHallus Nazir. Born in Delhi, during the attack of Ahmed Shah Abdali , he along with his mother came to Agra, and hence the name “Akbarabadi.” He was a teacher by profession, but he also tried his hands in all sorts of odd jobs.
For a generation Nazir was ignored, and when he was studied by critics, he was labeled as “poet of the people.” He wrote not only about love ( as his contemporaries were doing) but his canvas was vast and in his poetry he was able to depict all walks of life including their emotins, sorrows, joys and by his poetry he successfully brings to life even a lifeless object like kakRhi (cucumber), pankhiya (fan) and balaa (ear-ring).
On cucumber…
“farhad ki nigaaheiN, sheereiN ki hansliyaaN haiN?
MajnooN ki sard aaheiN, laila ki ungliyaaN haiN.”
On ear-ring…
“jab hilaati hai suraahi si woH gardan apni
nasha-e-husn ko karta hai do-balaa, balaa”
It was because of his choice of topics Nazir was ignored by the critics of his time. Later when critics of age picked him as a genius it was also because of his vast canvas.
Even though he mostly used common language in his poems. Some of his poems can be said to be “festival of words” which is not seen after him.
dikha kar ik jhamak dil ko nihayat kar gayaa bekal
pari-roo, tand-kHo, sarkash, haTeela, chaleela, chanchal
woH aariz aur jabeeN tabaaN keH hooN dekh uss ko sharmindaaH
qamar, kHoorsheed, zahraH, shamaa, sholaa, mushtari, mashal
kafooN meiN, ungliyoN meiN, laal-e-lab meiN, chashm-e-mai gooN meiN
hinaa aafat, sitam qandaq, masi jadoo, fasooN kajal
badan meiN jaama-e-zar kash, sarapa jiss peH zaib aawar
kaRhe bande chaRhe chhalay angooThi noor tan haikal
and listen to this music of words…
roz mazay se raat ko barsay menh jhamak jhamak
boonday paRheiN Tapak Tapak, pani paRha jhapak jhapak
jaam rahe chhalak chhalak, sheeshay rahe bhabhak bhabhak
hum bhi nashooN meiN kHoob chhak, lauT-tay thay bahak bahak
And see how efortlessly he flirts with his beloved 🙂
ai jaan idhar dekh,
Milne ka tere rakhte hain ham dhyan idhar dekh
aati hai bohot hamko teri aan idhar dekh
ham chahne wale hain tere, jaan idhar dekh
holi hai sanam hans ke ik baar idhar dekh
ai rang bhare logon re khandaar idhar dekh
Ham dekh lein tera ye jamal is ghadi ai jaan
aaye hain yahi karke khayal is ghadi ai jaan
tu dil mein na rakh hamse malal is ghadi ai jaan
mukhde pe tere dekh gulal is ghadi ai jaan
holi bhee yahi kehti hai ai jaan idhar dekh
milne ka tere rakhte hain ham dhyan idhar dekh
ऐ जान इधर देख
मिलने का तेरे रखते हैं हम ध्यान इधर देख
आती है बहुत हमको तेरी आन इधर देख
हम चाहने वाले हैं तेरे जान इधर देख
होली है सनम हँस के तू इक बार इधर देख
ऐ रंग भरे नौ-ग़ुल-ए-ख़्न्दान इधर देख
हम देख लें तेरा ये जमाल इस घड़ी ऐ जान
आये हैं यही करके ख़्याल इस घड़ी ऐ जान
तू दिल में न रख हमसे मलाल इस घड़ी ऐ जान
मुखड़े पे तेरे देख गुलाल इस घड़ी ऐ जान
होली भी यही कहती है ऐ जान इधर देख
मिलने का तेरे रखते हैं हम ध्यान इधर देख
— नज़ीर अक़बराबादी
Rotian
Jab aadmi kae peat mein aati hain rotian
phooli nahin badan mein samati hain rotian
aankhen pari-rukhon se ladati hain rotian
seene oopar bhi haanth chalati hain rotian
jitne maze hain sab ye dikhatee hain rotiyaan
(poet: Nazir Akbarabadi )
You are free and responsible for your own destiny. Trust in God and you are doomed, I have never found him when I needed him the most.
Sisyphus pushed the rock up hill everytime, only to find it tumbling back to its original place. The night had no end and he just had one task, to keep it pushing up till it came tumbling down, crushing him, only to push it up all over again.
I once tried to push an obstructive rock down the hill only to find that the rock takes me down with itself, so much for all that work. It would have been better if I just went past the rock, change the course and have the wonderful view again.
Not that I won’t find my burdens again. They will spring up at unexpected places, in absurd ways at un-wanting times Happiness and absurdness indeed go hand in hand. The struggle to remain happy in itself is so absurd, the moment you stop struggling, happiness follows you. The moment you stop desiring, all your desires get fulfilled, but does one really want that?
Men and women struggle and desire not for the end result, but for the road it takes to reach the goal. The moment the goal is achieved, its futile.
This universe without its creator seems so impossibly sterile to the them, that they wont even think of alternate ways. They keep on carrying the burden uphill and downhill, every time getting squashed by the rock in the process and still refusing to look beyond the rock.
Think for yourself Sisyphus, and you will find an alternate world without the rock, without the burden and without the absurdity of state of mind.
I am alive!!!
After nearly three years I have decided to start wearing saree’s again and the first thing i notice is the ugly tummy bulge 🙁
yikes!!! i need to get rid of it fast!!!
Mir Muhammad Taqi ‘Mir’ (1724-1810)
The “Shehenshaah” of Urdu Gzazal ? Mir Taqi Mir was called so because Mir was the “chief” architect responsible for giving Ghazal the beauty it has. With him started the Golden Period of GHazal. He gave it the present form, and induced the “dard” and “nazaakat” in Ghazal. His Shayari was simple and elegant. It never fails to touch the strings of my heart.
baad marane ke, meri Kabr par wo aayaa ‘Mir’
yaad aayi hai, mere Isaa ko dawaa, mere baad
Sahir once said “raat bhar ka hai mehamaaN andheraa”. And indeed, the concept of morning is always used to denote a happy begining, or end of unhappiness.
Guess, not everybody feels so:
gor kis diljale ki hai ye falak
shola ik, subah yaaN se uthata hai
Apart from Ghazals Mir has written two Masnavi’s (masnavi is a long narrative poem rhymed in couplet form) These two masnavis, Mu’amlat-e ‘ishq and Khwab o khyal-e Mir are written in the first person. The former describes a passionate love affair, ending in separation, between the narrator and a married woman who is apparently related to him; while the latter describes an attack of madness suffered by the narrator, characterized by his obsession with the face of a beautiful woman which he sees in the moon.
I am looking out for these Masnavi’s, so if anyone gets them, please pass them on to me
dekh to, dil ki jaaN se uTHataa hai
ye dhuaaN sa, kahaaN se uTHataa hai
Surprisingly, there are very very few GHazals by Mir which have been sung except perhaps by Mehdi Hasan singing a GHazal by Mir. Mir is perhaps the greatest of all the Shayars. But his GHazals are amazingly simple to understand and appreciate. Also, *music* is integral part of Mir’s Shayari. His style was conversationalist, using more of Urdu and Hindi than Farasi. And the fluidity, the rhythm is always present.
About his style, the great Zauk (a contemporary of GHalib) said …
na huaa, par na huaa, ‘Mir’ ka andaaz naseeb !
‘Zauk’, yaaroN ne bahut zor, GHazal me maaraa !!
In his compilation of “Deewan-e-Mir”, Ali Sardar Jafferey says a lot about Mir’s greatness in just one paragraph.
“Shayar has been given the status of “KHuda ka shishya”, and has been placed as “Paigambar” too. But Mir Taqi Mir is the only Shayar who is called as “Shayari ka KHuda” !! Mir is not the only one to be called as the greatest ever. But still it’s a fact that Mir tops the list of Urdu Shayars. Today, Ghalib and Iqbal are more popular than Mir. Their books sell more, their Shers are more known. But the greatness of Ghalib and Iqbal has been challenged. But no Shayar in any period has dared to challenge Mir’s greatness.”
Here is one by Ghalib …
‘Ghalib’, apanaa to aqeedaa hai bakaule-‘Naasikh’
aap be-bahara haiN, jo motakid-e-‘Mir’ nahiN
Ghalib says “if you are not a worshiper of Mir, then you are stupid !!”
Hakim Muhammad Momin Khan ‘Momin’ was born in 1797. He studied Arabic and Persian. He had a multifaceted personality. Not only was he a renowned physician, he was also well-versed in music, astronomy and astrology. He was also reported to be an oustanding chess player.
Momin’s poetry is free of allusions to mystical love and philosophical thoughts. It is steeped in praise of love and beauty. He used Persian words without making his work cumbersome and difficult to understand.
He never accepted any employment offer from any King or even by the British. His answer – “Gustakhi maaf, ham kisi ki naukari nahiN karate” ! Unfortunately at the age of 55 he fell down from the terrace and died after 3-4 months on 12th May, 1852.
After his death MiyaaN Nazir KhaaN, (a famous Veena player of that time) packed his Veena, saying “ab Delhi me koi rasiyaa nahiN bachaa”.
A noted critic Allama Niyaaz Fatehpuri once said, “If I have all the Deewans, old and new, in front of me, and if I have to select only one Deewaan, apart from Meer’s, then I will say that — mujhe kulliyat-e- Momin de do aur baaki sab uTHaake le jaao” !!
He was referring to the quality of the meter in Momin’s poetry. It seems that people had found faults with respect to meter, in the poetry of almost all the major poets, including GHalib and Iqbal. But not Momin. He is supposed to have written technically perfect GHazals !!
na taab hijr me hai, na aaraam wasl me,
kambaKHt dil ko chain nahiN hai, kisi tarah
ham bhi kuchh KHush nahiN wafaa karake
tumane achchha kiya, nibaah na ki !!
Momin is famous for his legendary “nazaakat”, a quality which at time, was considered as must for becoming a good Shayar. His Shers really touch your heart.
Here is a little Momin gem.
haal-e-dil yaar ko likhu kyuN_kar
haath dil se judaa nahiN hota !!
A rather well-known anecdote related to Momin is that Ghalib supposedly said he would exchange his entire ‘deewan’ for one of Momin’s sher. The sher in question:
tum mere paas hote ho goyaa
ko_ii duusaraa nahii.n hotaa
I feel like a song without the words
A man without a soul
A bird without its wings
A heart without a home
I feel like a knight without a sword
The sky without the sun
cos you are the one
I feel like a ship beneath the waves
A child that lost its way
A door without a key
A face without a name
I feel like a breath without the air
And every day’s the same
since you’ve gone away
I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning
You used to be the one that put a smile on my face
There are the words that could describe how I miss you
and I miss you everyday
yeah
and I’m never gonna leave your side
and I’m never gonna leave your side again
still holding on girl
I won’t let you go
cos when I’m lying in your arms
I know im home
They tell me that a man can lose his mind
Living in the pain
The call in times gone by
The crying in the rain
You know ive wasted half the time
And i’m on my knees again
till you come to me
yeah
I gotta have a reason to wake up in the morning
You used to be the one that put a smile on my face
There are the words that could describe how I miss you
and I miss you everyday
yeah
and I’m never gonna leave your side
and I’m never gonna leave your side again
still holding on girl
I won’t let you go
I lay my head against your heart
I know im home
I know im home
I know im home
and I’m never gonna leave your side
and I’m never gonna leave your side again
still holding on girl
I won’t let you go
cos when im lying in your arms
i know im home
Daniel Bedingfield
Never Gonna Leave Your Side