A passionate lover of Music and Writing
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Blog: Kashmiriyat - her own flesh and blood!
Blog: You can kill a body, not the voice
Flipping through various sections of my daily newspaper, my eyes initially popped out and eventually halted, as the identical twins raced through a buzzing headline which read: 'Pak lesbian couple tie knot amidst threats'.
And instantly my mind generated a question for a handful of incorrigible fools - can they kill their heartbeat now? They can kill the body, but not the heart, nor even the soul, as love will always pervade and evade any territory irrespective of any religion or boundary.
I must bring to the fore the real intent of the write-up for those who may take it otherwise. Pointing out finger on any country or religion is not the context. The concern is the game between moral and immoral, fundamentalism and liberty, laden or willingly taken, and on top it - it is always a tussle between love and hatred.
Who wins is the call. Love and hatred reminds me of talented Shoaib Mansoor, who staying in a terrain where life keeps no certainty and where a few fundamentalists are decision-makers, he has the guts to prove his mettle. He has been instrumental in proving that love always wins. Not only this, he is the bellwether who spearheads the way for countless generations to believe and do what is right, which their hearts liberate them to initiate.
Amidst devils, Shoaib Mansoor has the guts to show what can be done, which needs to be done. His two films - 'Khuda ke liye' and 'Bol' can be counted among the outstanding narrative tales in the celluloid, which not only educate scores, but also discard the adulteration/ artificial manipulation in what can be called - a blind faith.
While ‘Khuda Ke Liye’ deals with not to get lost in the name of religion and to establish the fundamental right of making one's own choices in life, Bol deals with breaking the old mold of fundamentalism - wrong beliefs, which come at the cost of numerous lives. The flick establishes how important is it to raise one's voice against the surreal or baseless concepts, which have spread its tentacles far and wide in society. I make no bones in saying hats off to this man of courage and guts, who contributes uniquely in his own way to leave a mark.
He may be a bete noire for these few, but he exemplifies his chivalry to legions by leading them towards that shining light. And eventually his work proves, which becomes Waterloo for such human folly. He proves the proverb: 'Action speaks louder than words'.
The movie, KKL discards the thought that the religion doesn't permit music, and which is what happens as a creamy crop of artists and singers from our neighbouring nation, has found a bright career for them in India's tinsel town. While those who want to mum voices on gunpoint may feel they emerge as triumphant for whatever wrong they believe in - people like Mansoor are a blunt answer to their credo – “Establishing their supremacy at gunpoint.”
Likewise, this lady from Bangladesh lives to say and write what she believes is right. She has been expelled from her homeland as she raised her voice in her words against male-dominated society. Criticized, ridiculed, harassed and threatened for her thoughts, Tasleema Nasrin has been the target of this 'society's life contractors'. Though facing extreme trials and tribulations, moving from one place to another, like nomads, she still wears her heart on her sleeves for what her heart feels. Her counterpart, Salman Rushdie also faces such wrath at times and fatwas on other occasions for being outspoken and writing against what feels is a set of immoral laws.
I too will proclaim in my closing note: Truth and right will find its way in the end. I want these figures among ciphers to understand - that threatening will not stop the voices from saying what is right, what one's heart says, what needs to be brought to the light.
Like Nasrin, Mansoor and Rushdie, who haven't stopped irrespective of numerous threats to their lives, there are countless such people of courage but as I have to sign off, so can't name them all. The sooner they (fundamentalists) will understand, the better it is: Bodies can be killed, but not the voices.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Blog: A black Monday – for the unparalleled master!
Ruling the hearts was his forte, relieving the souls of stiffness was his job. As people become nostalgic for 9-11, 7-11, 6-11, 10-10 will also permeate for timeless ages, the day we lost the unparalleled jewel, which India wouldn’t produce again, no matter how hard it may try. He left myriad souls with grief, which would never receive solace again. Ghazal was on the verge of death, and this “Masiha” saved her from dying, giving it a new rejuvenated life with a healthy heart and soul. Is there anyone who can claim that he’s poured life into Ghazal? I’m sure noone can say that! He is the sole protector of this dying unparalleled art. Understanding the hearts, like he had dived into them and understood what people need. Solace must have been the answer he would have got, when dived to search that answer! The living legend, Manoj Kumar says, “Suna hai Jagjit nahin raha, aaj Ghazal ki maut ho gayi.” It was exactly what I felt. He was a voice from heaven who provided relief to numerous hearts at the end of the day, the hearts which need peace, a halt.
Today he might have amalgamated into the five elements but his aroma has prevailed in the air covering a vast distance till horizon. How will the “Thou art mercy” take this aroma away? No he can’t! He is the most powerful, but still taking this aroma from air is beyond his arena…
Whetted by his divine voice, he made Ghazal a cult. With Jhuki-Jhuki nazar bekaraar hai ken hi, Hoton se choo lo tum and Tumko dekha to ye kahayal he made people pay heed to something which was out of question. Then, musically inclined people, obsessed with some other genres, changed their tastes from other genres to ghazal…and once they entered Jagjit’s arena, they forgot the way to return. Incorrigibly obsessed by his soulful voice – these hard-core listeners of his voice could never find that same bug to be bitten by in rest of the whole world.
His expedition to the heaven will again establish his leverage over the heavenly deities and gods, though it might have created that void over here on this earth. Now he’s off to another duty to provide relief to the heavenly creatures. The eloquence in his singing made the complicated Urdu poetry so simple that it directly entered people’s hearts and they would associate themselves with the lyrics. The best meaningful lyrics, when got his voice to-be-communicated through, made thousands and lakhs to mull over, to ponder over deeply, but still they could find euphoria in the saddest lyrics ultimately.
Only he could understand the nuances of ghazal and peoples’ taste. He gave a new birth and form to ghazal, levied it with the contemporary music and ruled over even the young hearts, for whom Pop, Jazz, Carnatic, Fusion, Light Classical, etc. were the only worlds. He was the bellwether who brought a revolution in the preconceived notions of those who never lend their ear to ghazal, and extricated million hearts of the ruthless knots of life.
His grandeur was much higher than that of The Great Himalyas, The Mount Everest and The Kunchanjunga. From a dud to new heights, which were never scaled before, he made impossible possible. He even ushered the most reluctants to this genre, coloured the psyches into his own hues. Ghazal reached the zenith under his tutelage and the heights were never challenged, whosoever may have tried it. The epoch was his where the listeners from all walks of life, from all the other genres just came for giving it a try, could never stay away again and became his die-hard followers.
This maverick from heaven emanated consolation to the pandemonium. His zeal was phenominal. Revered by millions, this veteran has reigned throughout his life. He is irretrievable. This oracle of music is irretrievable. His jubilation made an effect over hearts.
He provided a second life to Ghalib by lending his voice to his most coveted lyrics, which were lost otherwise. One of them which has been made immortal by Jagjit Sahab is “Hazaron khwahishein aisi ke har khwahish pe dum nikle, bahut nikle mere armaan lekin fir bhi kam nikle.”
I am short of words to express the greatness and aura of this unmatched personality, so just a few words from his own ghazals to bid adieu to my master: “Apni marzi se kahan apne safar ke hum hain, rukh hawaon ka jidhar ka hai, vahan ke hum hain.”
Today he might have amalgamated into the five elements but his aroma has prevailed in the air covering a vast distance till horizon. How will the “Thou art mercy” take this aroma away? No he can’t! He is the most powerful, but still taking this aroma from air is beyond his arena…
Whetted by his divine voice, he made Ghazal a cult. With Jhuki-Jhuki nazar bekaraar hai ken hi, Hoton se choo lo tum and Tumko dekha to ye kahayal he made people pay heed to something which was out of question. Then, musically inclined people, obsessed with some other genres, changed their tastes from other genres to ghazal…and once they entered Jagjit’s arena, they forgot the way to return. Incorrigibly obsessed by his soulful voice – these hard-core listeners of his voice could never find that same bug to be bitten by in rest of the whole world.
His expedition to the heaven will again establish his leverage over the heavenly deities and gods, though it might have created that void over here on this earth. Now he’s off to another duty to provide relief to the heavenly creatures. The eloquence in his singing made the complicated Urdu poetry so simple that it directly entered people’s hearts and they would associate themselves with the lyrics. The best meaningful lyrics, when got his voice to-be-communicated through, made thousands and lakhs to mull over, to ponder over deeply, but still they could find euphoria in the saddest lyrics ultimately.
Only he could understand the nuances of ghazal and peoples’ taste. He gave a new birth and form to ghazal, levied it with the contemporary music and ruled over even the young hearts, for whom Pop, Jazz, Carnatic, Fusion, Light Classical, etc. were the only worlds. He was the bellwether who brought a revolution in the preconceived notions of those who never lend their ear to ghazal, and extricated million hearts of the ruthless knots of life.
His grandeur was much higher than that of The Great Himalyas, The Mount Everest and The Kunchanjunga. From a dud to new heights, which were never scaled before, he made impossible possible. He even ushered the most reluctants to this genre, coloured the psyches into his own hues. Ghazal reached the zenith under his tutelage and the heights were never challenged, whosoever may have tried it. The epoch was his where the listeners from all walks of life, from all the other genres just came for giving it a try, could never stay away again and became his die-hard followers.
This maverick from heaven emanated consolation to the pandemonium. His zeal was phenominal. Revered by millions, this veteran has reigned throughout his life. He is irretrievable. This oracle of music is irretrievable. His jubilation made an effect over hearts.
He provided a second life to Ghalib by lending his voice to his most coveted lyrics, which were lost otherwise. One of them which has been made immortal by Jagjit Sahab is “Hazaron khwahishein aisi ke har khwahish pe dum nikle, bahut nikle mere armaan lekin fir bhi kam nikle.”
I am short of words to express the greatness and aura of this unmatched personality, so just a few words from his own ghazals to bid adieu to my master: “Apni marzi se kahan apne safar ke hum hain, rukh hawaon ka jidhar ka hai, vahan ke hum hain.”
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Song: Piya bawre, bawre piya re, kaahe sataye, piya bawre...
Piya bawre, bawre piya re
Kaahe sataye, piya bawre,
Naina milake kahe, naina churaye,
Piya bawre, bawre piya re...
1. Aaaye nahin abhi, jaane ki batiyan kare hai pehle,
Thoda to thehro, zara, chain aa jaye pehle,
Maane na kehna mora, bhed chupaye saare...
Piya bawre, bawre piya re.
2. Kitne din beete, jo ab ke gaye ho tum,
Naino ka neer sookha, roye itni ratiyan hum,
Abke jo aaoge, chalungi mein sang thaare.
Piya bawre, bawre piya re....
Kaahe sataye, piya bawre,
Naina milake kahe, naina churaye,
Piya bawre, bawre piya re...
1. Aaaye nahin abhi, jaane ki batiyan kare hai pehle,
Thoda to thehro, zara, chain aa jaye pehle,
Maane na kehna mora, bhed chupaye saare...
Piya bawre, bawre piya re.
2. Kitne din beete, jo ab ke gaye ho tum,
Naino ka neer sookha, roye itni ratiyan hum,
Abke jo aaoge, chalungi mein sang thaare.
Piya bawre, bawre piya re....
Monday, December 26, 2011
Song: Tu aaye idhar...(incomplete)
Tu aaye idhar, tera karam ho kaash
Maan dil ka kaha, fir manzil ho aakaash
Tamanaayein fir machal jaye kaash
Foot ke machle fir ek baar, dabi si hai jo ye pyaas
Maan dil ka kaha, fir manzil ho aakaash
Tamanaayein fir machal jaye kaash
Foot ke machle fir ek baar, dabi si hai jo ye pyaas
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Sher: Kapkampate labon ko alfaaz
Kapkampate labon ko alfaaz nahin milte,
Sisakte armaanon ko aawaz nahin milti.
Fir thandi aahein bharte hain ye sab,
Kuch din talak jo khoob itrate they.
Mere khayaal ka pitara bhi ab khali hua,
Tum thi to lagta tha alfaaz mere hain.
Aaj tum nahi ho to kitna kuch nahin hai,
Dil ko dhadkan, zindagi ko saansein nahin milti..
Sisakte armaanon ko aawaz nahin milti.
Fir thandi aahein bharte hain ye sab,
Kuch din talak jo khoob itrate they.
Mere khayaal ka pitara bhi ab khali hua,
Tum thi to lagta tha alfaaz mere hain.
Aaj tum nahi ho to kitna kuch nahin hai,
Dil ko dhadkan, zindagi ko saansein nahin milti..
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
A poem:
I will walk, walk, and walk
As the road to the castle of,
That harsh reality,
has many dark pitholes,
But I love to fall,
Get up again, fall again,
As this game of win and loose,
Will make me strong.
Still I will walk, walk and walk,
For I don't seek,
Any other easy way,
As it has roses and thorns both,
But still it makes me happy and gay,
It takes me that merry way,
Still it holds that aroma's clay.
Still I will walk, walk and walk,
For the road to explore,
For the light to illuminate,
For the darkness to dispel,
And the doubt to erase,
Until my heart omits a fine word,
Relieved I am feeling today,
From the handcuffs of obligation,
From the borders of horizons,
Until the last scratch of regret,
Until that miniature dot of remorse,
Vanquishes from deep somewhere in me,
Until it says you have conquered me,
With your unceasing upbeat...
But still I will walk,
Still I will not stop,
Still I will move on,
As I seek no easy way,
Wanted to walk the victory's way,
Troubled by the dust and hay,
Forced by the pandemonium,
Of what they say...
As the road to the castle of,
That harsh reality,
has many dark pitholes,
But I love to fall,
Get up again, fall again,
As this game of win and loose,
Will make me strong.
Still I will walk, walk and walk,
For I don't seek,
Any other easy way,
As it has roses and thorns both,
But still it makes me happy and gay,
It takes me that merry way,
Still it holds that aroma's clay.
Still I will walk, walk and walk,
For the road to explore,
For the light to illuminate,
For the darkness to dispel,
And the doubt to erase,
Until my heart omits a fine word,
Relieved I am feeling today,
From the handcuffs of obligation,
From the borders of horizons,
Until the last scratch of regret,
Until that miniature dot of remorse,
Vanquishes from deep somewhere in me,
Until it says you have conquered me,
With your unceasing upbeat...
But still I will walk,
Still I will not stop,
Still I will move on,
As I seek no easy way,
Wanted to walk the victory's way,
Troubled by the dust and hay,
Forced by the pandemonium,
Of what they say...
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Witty dialogues:
80s Vs 2011:
80s: Mein aur meri tanhai askar ye baatein kiya karte hain:
Tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to vaisa hota,
tum ye kehti, tum vo kehti, tum is baat pe roothti,
mein tumhein us baat pe manata, mein aur meri tanhai...
In 2011: Mein aur meri tanhai askar ye baatein kiya karte hain:
Tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to vaisa hota,
tum ye kehti, tum vo kehti, tum is baat pe roothti,
mein tumhein us baat pe manata,
Tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to vaisa hota, tum hoti to kaisa hota,
Tum hoti to kuch na hota, kyunki tum kuch karne hi kahan deti,
Aur jab tum kuch karne hi na deti to aaisa vaise aur na jaane kaisa-kaisa kahan se hota!!!
80s: Mein aur meri tanhai askar ye baatein kiya karte hain:
Tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to vaisa hota,
tum ye kehti, tum vo kehti, tum is baat pe roothti,
mein tumhein us baat pe manata, mein aur meri tanhai...
In 2011: Mein aur meri tanhai askar ye baatein kiya karte hain:
Tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to vaisa hota,
tum ye kehti, tum vo kehti, tum is baat pe roothti,
mein tumhein us baat pe manata,
Tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to vaisa hota, tum hoti to kaisa hota,
Tum hoti to kuch na hota, kyunki tum kuch karne hi kahan deti,
Aur jab tum kuch karne hi na deti to aaisa vaise aur na jaane kaisa-kaisa kahan se hota!!!
Witty Shyari:
Ab mere paas tum aayi ho to kya aayi ho, ab to office jane ka waqt ho gaya, ab is waqt ye mayoosi kahan se laayi ho!!!
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
A poem: "Teri Arzoo"
Teri aarzoo mein ude to they,
Chand armaan dil ke,
Dhundle ho chale hain ab,
koi paigaam na aya teri oor se,
Teri aarzoo mein humnein kuch khwab bune,
Khwabon mein socha meri hi tarah tu mujhe chune,
Abr banke ud jata hai, aankh khulte hi tu,
gum baitha hu tere pyar mein,
Tu aake kash mujhe neend se jagaye,
Dhund si cchai rehti hai zehan mein tere naksh ki,
Bus intazaar hai khwab ko haqeekat hone ka...
Chand armaan dil ke,
Dhundle ho chale hain ab,
koi paigaam na aya teri oor se,
Teri aarzoo mein humnein kuch khwab bune,
Khwabon mein socha meri hi tarah tu mujhe chune,
Abr banke ud jata hai, aankh khulte hi tu,
gum baitha hu tere pyar mein,
Tu aake kash mujhe neend se jagaye,
Dhund si cchai rehti hai zehan mein tere naksh ki,
Bus intazaar hai khwab ko haqeekat hone ka...
Friday, October 21, 2011
Poem!
Dhadkan banke bus ja mujhmein,
Aa tujhko mein mehsoos karu,
Na hone mein bhi, hona hai tera,
Lahoo k jaise beh na mujhmein,
Khushboo teri oodh lu aise,
Sardi ki dhoop ho jaise,
Ana-jaane tera ho saanson k jaise,
Zindagi banke meri, reh na mujhmein!
Aa tujhko mein mehsoos karu,
Na hone mein bhi, hona hai tera,
Lahoo k jaise beh na mujhmein,
Khushboo teri oodh lu aise,
Sardi ki dhoop ho jaise,
Ana-jaane tera ho saanson k jaise,
Zindagi banke meri, reh na mujhmein!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Sher
Reh-rehkar aa jaate hain aaj-kal ye alfaaz mere zehan mein, ke bahut majboor kiya hai in sab ne mujhe jeene ko kisi zamane mein...
Funny sher!
Aksar aa jaati hai mere zehan mein tu, jab bhi fursat paata hu is din bhar ki bhag-daud se!!!
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