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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

ismat chughtai

#2766 Ismat Chughtai`s Autobiography -- A Transalation on November 11, 2000
Lubna #6

My understanding is they lived 'au-pair' and he was/is Hindu.

As for Ismat being a role model let me ask a rhetorical question.

Who would you select for a life partner: (am oversimplifying a bit but you will understand)

(a) A Muslim who prays five times daily, pays zakat, fasts during Ramadaan but lies occasionally, cheats on taxes, drinks on the side and once in a while consorts with call girls.

(b) A non-Muslim who maybe an atheist or agnostic but is sensitive, considerate and a good 'corporate' citizen.

The answer should be obvious. But given the choice, what I find interesting to speculate about is what would God do?....well, that is His problem....really :)


sac #5

Muniba has posted an excellent reply. Cannot add much to it.


scout #10

The results of a quick net search.

Professor M Asaduddin of Jamia Milla has translated excerpts from her autobiography:

Autobiographical Fragments
Ismat Chughtai

(Excerpted from Ismat Chughtai's autobiography, Kaghazi Hai Pairahan)

Translated from Urdu by Prof. M. Asaduddin
more at

http://www.freespeech.org/manushi/110/ismat.html


Rekindling an Old Fire

Ismat Chughtai made Urdu the language of rebellion
By Gillian Wright

ISMAT: HER LIFE, HER TIMES
EDITED BY SUKRITA
PAUL KUMAR & SADIQUE
KATHA
PAGES: 287


Rekindling an Old Fire Ismat Chughtai made Urdu the language of rebellionBy Gillian WrightISMAT: HER LIFE, HER TIMESEDITED BY SUKRITA PAUL KUMAR & SADIQUEKATHAPAGES: 287 This is a fun and imaginative book. As a concept it's wonderful -- literary criticism, biography and autobiography, with lots of photos, box items and memorabilia -- a real guide book to Ismat Chughtai, one of Urdu's great modern writers and script/story writer of a bevy of Hindi films, particularly the moving Balraj Sahni starrer about Partition, Garam Hawa.To recreate her times Katha's editors have brought together all her "set" at a period when being a writer was truly exciting, when it mattered, when, and many of them were, of course, communists, and thought they could change society. The contributors read like a who's who of modern Urdu writing -- there's Faiz Ahmad Faiz, Sadat Hasan Manto, Krishan Chander and Qurratulain Hyder commenting on Ismat.Hyder sums her up very well as "Lady Chenghez Khan, because in the battlefield of Urdu literature she was a Chughtai -- an equestrian and an archer who never missed the mark". Hyder writes from experience. Ismat had used her for target practice in an essay entitled "Pom Pom Darling", a reference to Hyder's elitist duck-shooting characters.The question arises -- who is this book for? Priced at Rs 395 and in English its most likely readers are going to be people whose first language is English. However, they should have heard that Ismat is great, and ideally have read some of her works translated into English -- most likely Lyhaaf (The Quilt). This was the story for which she faced the trial for obscenity because of a lesbian scene between a lady and her maid. This compilation reveals that Lyhaaf, great though it was, hung like an albatross around Ismat's neck for the rest of her life, overshadowing her other writing which deserved just as much attention.The book provides for its readers a real insight into her character, her loves, her likes. She was a flirt, a wit, a born rebel and a fearless speaker of her mind. Ismat brought a new idiom to Urdu prose, the language of the urban and semi-urban middle class, and a new awareness of the woman's point of view and the oppression she faced and faces.It is important that here for the first time a number of chapters from Kaghazi Hai Pairahan, the nearest Ismat ever came to an autobiography, appear in English. The drawback is that the translation is in places sloppy. I will give one tiny example, not because it's the worst, but because it's the first. The translation of Ismat's words reads, "A heartless brute was beating a hapless, dark child." The original, however, has no P.G. Wodehouse-ian "heartless brute". It is more like, "One person was beating another mercilessly. The person doing the beating was tall and strongly built, and the one being beaten a rather frail and extremely black child."I'm not sure whether the fault lies with the translator or in excessive editing. The introduction admits that translators for many articles "knew Urdu" but had to work from Devnagari as they could not read the Urdu script. Ismat Chughtai was in favour of printing Urdu in Devnagari to save the language from extinction. However, if you are embarking on literary translation, ideally you should be familiar with its literature. With Urdu that means taking the trouble to learn the alphabet. It's not difficult to do and I am sure the results would show that it was worth it.

Two more reviews of the same book

Torchbearer of a literary revolution
Ismat Chughtai, enfant terrible of Urdu literature, has been accused of having a limited choice of subject matter. That is true, for she wrote of only what she knew at first hand. But within these limits she perfected her art, giving the greatest shock that an artist can ever give her readers, says RAKHSHANDA JALIL.

A BOLD and unconventional woman

http://www.the-hindu.com/2000/05/21/stories/1321017u.htm


Inscribing the Rebel reviewer sara rai

A haphazard but welcome tribute to Urdu's first lady

ISMAT: HER LIFE; HER TIMES
Edited by Sukrita Paul Kumar and Sadique
Katha
Rs 395; Pages: 287

http://www.outlookindia.com/20000410/books.htm


And an english translation of the lihaaf:

The Quilt
by Ismat Chughtai

(Translated by Syeda Hameed
http://www.humanistmovement.org/hs/jan99/quilt.html
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love and rgds

t

juggernauting identity tags

part i

what kind of muslim are you?



ajmer say bulawa aata hay jub hee koi ja pata hay

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...a red-eyed traveler arrived at the ajmer railway station in the wee hours...at the platform he was immediately accosted by a sherwani...clad young man of his age...where are you from?...have you come for the ziarat? what is your name?

...the traveler was polite but firm in his non-answers...all he wanted to do was freshen up, brush his teeth, have something to eat, see the mazar, recite fateha take in the surroundings and move on to pushkar lake...but this sherwani...clad man kept pestering him with queries and refused to go away...

...it is a fifteen minute walk from the station to the dargah bazaar and then the inner courtyard flanked by two huge beautifully carved doors...just before the entrance the traveler found a roadside eatery and ordered scrambled eggs and tea...hoping the pest would leave him alone...it seemed to work and he disappeared from view...after the third cup of doodh-patti the now refreshed traveler paid his bill and entered the gates...`these daigs cauldrons were gifted by the mughals...the pest was back at his side!...

...there are two huge cauldrons ... the bigger one has a capacity of 4480 kg and the smaller one 2240 kg... food is cooked in them and distributed to the pilgrims and visitors...there were bamboo ladders attached to the sides of one of them and a crew was washing the insides of one of them...

...and the pest stuck like a shadow to the traveler...

...inside the courtyard there is the dargha and a mosque and chambers, big and small...and signboards...the signboards declaring this hujrah (chamber) belongs to the successors of hazrat falana falana and that hujrah belonged to the successors of that hazrat falana falana...there must be 40 plus chambers in there…all the hazarats ostensibly must have been noble souls but the present day occupants ... the gadee nashins seem like capitalizing on simpletons...

...there is a a la carte price for vicariously offering offerings, pledges, duas on behalf of absentee muslims in the diaspora...their mailing list is legendary...year in and year out they send out pledge cards and donation solicitations to muslims all over he world completed with self-addressed envelopes and bank account numbers for electronic transfers of funds...

...the traveller looked around...the floor was marbled and being cleaned...in places cracked...their was a raised platform around the grave of the saint...as the traveler climbed up to have a look at the sepulcher and offer fateha he saw the intricately woven marble screen around it and silver railings around the huge grave covered in chador...

...at the entrance to the chamber the pest in black sherwani jumped forward and by way of introduction mentioned to a middle aged fellow sitting cross legged behind a low floor desk that the traveler was mr. so an so from TO...the fellow exchanged traditional greetings with the traveler and then forwarded a register…when the traveler ignored that thrust he made a point of asking the traveler to put his name and address down on the register...the traveler wanted to know why...he was told everyone who comes for ziarat signs the register and makes a donation...so that is what the scam was, the traveler said to himself...

... 'no, I won't sign this register and I am not here to make any donation' ...the man behind the desk tried to persuade but in vain...finally asking the traveler 'why are you here then'...

'am here to offer fateha, look around and leave' ...

... 'cover your head before you go in there' man behind the desk curtly informed the traveler

...by now the traveler was quite piquant to say mildly

...he glared at the man behind the desk... 'janab hum aisay hee khulay sir andar jaayengay' (sir, I will enter the inner chamber bare headed...

'no you cannot enter bare headed'

'why?'

'because everyone who enters has to cover the head'
'but i won’t cover my head...it does not say here anywhere…the only sign i saw was to remove the shoes...besides....explain to me this sir...i have been to the haram shareef (kaaba, mecca) and musjid e nabvi (prophet's mosque, medinah) with bare head…so what is so greater about this place?'

'that is a different thing,' the man behind the desk said

'no, it is not'

'what kind of muslim are you?' said the man behind the desk, trying to wriggle out

'i don't know...possibly a very bad muslim...possibly a big gunahgaar...but sir, i know this...i am a better than muslim than you are or can ever be' saying this the traveler raised his hands to offere a fateha from the outside...turned back without entering the inner chamber...invited the man behind the desk to come outside the dargah area so the traveler can throw some choice words at him (he declined)...and left for pushkar...

part ii

what kind of hindu are you?


...your traveler arrived at bhubaneshwar, the sleepy capital of orissa in the east...dubbed as the golden triangle...with Konark and Puri...at Konark he visited the Sun Temple…once the chariot shaped temple boasted of a huge dome atop the temple being pulled by twenty four wheeled chariot...each stone wheel intricately carved and about ten feet in diameter...

...once boasting 700 temples, bhubaneshwar still has a few temples of worth but serves more as a conduit to Puri and KOnark...a major portion of the Sun Temple has survived the ravages of time...beware of the guides who try to push the porn...they are a nuisance...

...next stop the famous juggenath temple at puri...the traveler walked up the narrow lanes and arrived at one of the gates to the temple known as lion gate...a little way inside he is welcomed by a prohit...a temple pujari in saffron...

'aaiyay, aaiyay maharaj, swagatam, swagatam! bhagwan kay darshan kernay aa'aye haiN? yahaN apna naam pata likhyay aur hastaakchur ker deejiyay'

...and a pen and register is thrust in front of him...the traveler smiles recalling the earlier confrontation at ajmer...he smile some more...this time more pleas are hurled at him…and then finally

...'bhagwan kay naam pay bheee dakshina nahiN daiga, tu kaisa hindoo hay?'

...'aap say achcha'...the traveler says and moves away...some things do not change…no wonder the bearded one considered this sort of religion an opiate...there are set prices here too for some services...check this:

Gopal ballabha bhog (early morning bhog) - Rs. One Thousand
Sakal dhupa bhog (morning bhog) - Rs. Five Thousand
Madhyanha dhupa bhog (midday bhog) - Rs. Twenty Thousand
Sandhya dhupa bhog (evening bhog) - Rs. Ten Thousand
Badasinghar dhupa bhog (night bhog) - Rs. Three Thousand
Combined Five Raj-bhogs of the day - Rs. Thirty Thousand

...leaving the huge temple complex he comes out on the grand road...reminding him of a widened mall road…shops on either side...slowly being replaced by eight ten storey buildings with shops in the lower levels...the rest of the front along the road was like any other town...shops, stores, kiosks, vendors...

...he looked up and saw a sign for a terrace restaurant...went up and took a table by the grand road...there were no other customers at that time in the restaurant...from this height he could take in the temple entrance, the temples in the distance and the hub of the bazaar below...he took in the activities recording it on his vidcam...

...down the centuries this widened grand road is the path they follow once a year when the three murtis are taken to the other temple on chariots pulled by devotees...with all the attendant acrobats and dhols and chants and mantras...

...these festivities gave birth to a word in English...juggernaut

...the irony is apparent...major religions are juggernauting their followers unabashedly

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Note: the traveler was being facetious when he informed the purohit and the gaddi-nashin that he was a better muslim/hindu...he is struggling and barely succeeding to be a better insaan

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

eavesdropping

A: in fact friendships and relationships when tested by adversity come off stronger when faced collectively (with awareness)

B: i just have the nagging fear that no good deed goes unpunished...can't get rid of that...

A: well....my friend....i suspect you have fallen....hook, line and sinker as cliche goes...is that so?….don’t answer yet…if that is so...then forget all the discussions we have had…pack bags and elope, flee, run…you will be happier…

B: happier? i'd keep my sanity, my peace of mind...but would i be happier.. to quote Walcott: "When have I loved and not loved the pain of love?"

A: "To love and fail makes for better memoirs than to love not and write"

B: "I prefer a nice cup of tea, myself"...DH Lawrence

A: one sec...(the great A is looking into his bag of tricks...oops bags of quotes to repair and refurbish!) "Happiness is a state of mind; fuller stomachs have more to contribute towards it than horizontal muscle toning exercises"

B: "Man can't make love on empty belly"

A: "Man can't make love on empty belly"...wrong! "True love follows the true lover: give me a bottle rather than a burger any day", cry of the true mavericks

B: heheh

A: one last one "It's true marriages are made in heaven: but we have to work every single moment to make a success of it"

sadequain

a newly married couple visiting Sadequain presented him his odd sized (8x5”) jute bound copy of Rubaiyyat e Sadequain for an autograph…he made small talk…asked where were they visiting from and saw a young couple in love …oblivious of most things around them…he smiled and wrote this rubaii in their book:

qal'laash hooN yeh khabar suna dooN aye shOkh
naq'qaash hoon yeh tuj'h ko bata dooN aye shOkh
rangON hee say moo' qalam say gardan pay t’ri
MaiN kyuN na gulu'bund bana dooN aye shOkh!

Monday, August 29, 2005

a few words on love for ss

who among us has the courage to love?

love? ain't that rare as sincerity?
love? ain't that rare as...well, courage?
courage? as in telling it like it is?
courage? as in courage of conviction?

we love to babble gabble
till the chickens come home...
me, mine, i and a period
with an all-encompassing finality

and of course we love distant shores
far away idols, bustees we left behind
memories of memories ensconced
or rotting - little do we know

courage?
surely we're no cowards
so what if we sit here
and criticize this person, that leader
governments in power, leaders in exile
anyone disagreeing with our truths

it's all in courage, it's all in courage
i keep hearing voices tell me
it's all in courage sans conviction

love-in in the shadows: hollow grin meets weak knees

vajapayee musharraf agra meet

love-in in the shadows: hollow grin meets weak knees

where is the pit in the stomach
where this unease is supposed to be?

believers of this god or that idol
play with lives innocent
death a provocation
a proclamation to the world
death merely a tool as life gasps
a press release is faxed

would lose out if peace prevails
these believers from ganges, indus
hence this unease
like the eve of the other meets past
in innocent blood spills I fear

on this eve of the love-in
in the shadows of marble arches
tough hollow grin meets
determined weak knees

smiles and hand shakes and pats galore
beaming and beamed in space
from under the shadows of monument

there will be agreements aplenty
promoting peace and friendship
and promises will be made
to keep, to placate, to break
but will it help where it is needed?

will they build more latrines
yes, dignity of the common man
matters with me

patience is a virtue.

patience, virtue's soul
.................or harlot?
stretched and spread thin
(remember, we're six billion?)
thinning ozone like
not enough to go around
gaps and holes let in
no light, dream or smile
but dark visions of an end
that waits -- patiently

(...and they say words are mightier than most sharp objects...)

wedding photos of psalim and psalma

Comrade Asimov Hyatinsky # 19:

Salut!

Ba'ad adab guzarish hai kay raqim chotay 't' walay qabilay say hay. Is qabilay ka silsila oos daur say milta hay jub insaan insaan tha aur musulman musulman -- na woh sunni thaa na shia --na hanafi thaa na shafii na.... ummeed hay aap humara matlab samajh rahaiN haiN.

inayat-mund,

t as in r-s-t-u-v- waghera waghera

PS: Aap ki un-likhi farmaish par ik aur post-post script haazir hay! Moucho gracias for 'supplying' the 'full-toss' when you mentioned....."The last wedding reception that i vaguely remember attending was almost 5 years ago, in Lahore. They say one does not remember one's own wedding so well. Perhaps, that's why the wedding video philosophy is so popular such that the groom's memory can be jogged." Chalo, bhayee, aap paanch saal maiN hee bhul rahaiN haiN --- ya bhool rahay thay --- lakin kum-bakht video aap ko bhoolnay nahiN deta hay. But to be honest even if you want to forget the zaalim zamana would not let you forget it ---once you cross the barrier --- the presence of the wedding band --- the absence of it on the finger --- the genetic finger print carriers that may result from any such encounters --- no, change that to unmitigated fiascos --- encounters still have a pleasant ring to it in my ears --- so these off-springs or 'issues' as an old timer once enquired of me --- much to my perplexity then --- are a constant reminders of things that could have gone right --- even brother hamidm occasionally and rather wistfully reminds us --- and then much before the advent of these cyber links, the globe was wired through some inexplicable cosmic connection --- one bites the bullet --- and all your friends in the small black book on the other side of the globe get a loud, buzzing beeper --- at least that is what I felt --- but mother time has dulled the pain --- for me --- so take heart --- ignore the video and listen to the heartbeat --- look for the magic through the mental eyes --- they are more disconcerting and unforgiving --- and helpful ---oh--- I almost forgot --- these wedding videos are an international consipracy by pharmaceutical conglomerates to help increase the sale of aspirin, tylenol etc.--- (Chowk Editor: surely you didn't think I would go on a personal rampage in this valuable space reserved for Globalisation? I mean -- come on -- I could not be that irresponsible? Mostly, you say? What do you mean? okay, okay I may have slipped the odd time --- but wait -- let us hear from urstruly --kiyouN bhayee kiya yeh aap kay mazmoon kay saath ziyadti ho rahi hay?--- ummeed hay aap such say kabhi kabhi parhaiz kartay hoNgay --- tou janab, if there were no wedding videos where the people don't talk and Bollywood songs scream at full throttle -- where you learn unwanted details about the video-grapher --- and the way bride and the groom spell their names Psalim and Psalma --- so --- if there were no wedding videos how could unsuspecting and often gullible people like you and me would have to endure 1: the rushes (all five 120 min. tapes) 2: The edited version (2x120 min and that is Mehndi and Nikah only) and finally 3: the edited version TWICE with the sound added --- twice becasue the first time invariably some important family elder was in coma and couldn't make it to the 'screening' -- can you imagine how much I have contributed alone to the bottom line of these multi-nationals? ---- I almost gave up my religion and started looking for a religion that bans these videos -- or perhaps forbids glorification of all legal, illegal, moral, immoral, ethical unethical pleasurable or painful sexual contacts --- now that is a subject out of context for the present -- so until next time -- as ferozk says -- ciao.

on maharaj's perfect pledge philip marchand

A Perfect Pledge
by Rabindranath Maharaj
Knopf Canada, 401 pages, $32.95



With the publication of the latest novel by Ajax's Rabindranath Maharaj, the cane fields of his native Trinidad have become as much a province of the Canadian imagination as the Montreal of Mordecai Richler, the Vancouver Island of Jack Hodgins, the Toronto suburbs of Barbara Gowdy, even the Bombay of Rohinton Mistry.

A Perfect Pledge is a novel that examines a Trinidadian village with the same merciless eye as those great naturalistic novels of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, with the same ugly details of everyday life in the foreground, the same sense of people struggling against an environment destined to crush them.

Philip Marchand

Sunday, August 28, 2005

karachi of old


Shahzad:


I really enjoyed your reminisces...am from the same karachi and have somewhat similar memories...in fact I did a series on Karachi some years back...on what used to a precursor of the present 'unplugged' section...

some digressions:

--show me a city unchanged in the last 25 years and I will show you moenjo daro

--this writer (shahzad) has every right to reminisce about his past as he choses…if he was born with a silver spoon and if he choses to mention that I see nothing wrong...

--http://www.koshish.org/ looks good...just had a cursory look…will check out later in detail...somebody who intends to retire back in Karachi asked me about volunteering time there...after i have checked it out might recommend this to him...

--all cities have 'other' sides of the track or river…the poor bustees and the enclaves for the rich…in third world countries such divides are more pronounced…

--the real Karachi--keamari (an island really)...khara and meetha dars, (mahim maher did couple of excellent articles on them)...garikhata and pakistan chowk areas and the upscale old garden and jamshed road colonies (aamil colony, sindhi colony)...

--things that can be added if this is expanded and revised:

*pidc pan wallah
*hanifiya
*grand hotel in malir
*dhabeji falls
*the still functioning mandirs (opp. Kmc, two in solider bazaar area, one near islamia college, at the foot of native jetty, Clifton)
*the synagogue at lawrence road, ranchor lines
*the zoroatrian temple, and across from it adam sumar's bakery ( and the ford model T)
*the talpur fort at manora island (a rather well kept secret: mainly because pak navy controls the island)
*the old aero club on country club road (now engulfed by various gulshans)

fading with a smile - for sammi

thank you samina shah for your words
alacri(t)ous, resonating, quivering
will overlook the hint
(mistaking the message for the messenger)
do i wonder, do i dare
is there a recourse
is my head or heart on the block
no, no, can't be me
we are ( M and I) well on the way
to merge into one-ness
of mores, manners, bent,
of all consuming intensity
of hurts, scars and moments
with the longing of tides for the shores
birds for spring branches
of lovers entwined by masters
.......................in marble
before fading with a smile
into today's morrow
or tomorrow's past

Let There be Light...

shandy


Let there be light
She said without slight
And there was a bang at midnight
He stood there awashed in the starlight
Holding a girl in one arm and a blight...

For survival the baby fights
Using charms of birthright
While he is in the field cutting cucumbers
She tends to burping and messy diapers

End of the day in sight
Baby still wide awake in tights
Means no dinner with candlelight
Shandy takes aims at her blacknight
And even swipes bystanding men in her sight.

Let there be light
Let there be light
She said not so fast Bud-light

Forgive me, Danny

Now you are wiser

now you are wiser
dear danny up there
you time was up
you had to leave

now you are wiser
you know you were caught
in a storm of
not our own making
the vicious wheels of
injustice grind
and innocents are
as is writ in fate
caught in them again
and again 'n again

now you are wiser
and rid of all pains
but the injustice
and showers of death
come unabated
we wait in silence
sheep in abattoir
our turn will come soon


because we are the
silent, living dead.

lament/shikwa II

lament
shikwa


as god (you remember my god smiles?)
showed adam the door,
said leave, leave for your temporal abode
adam, the first poet, had he published
am sure would have opted for temporal
as his pseudonym,
am not sure, am positive he would be
the first temporal!

...and so on and on...

therefore my dear cute chowk editors
and janab khamkwa
confess i to be temporal bin temp
or temporal bin temporal bin temp
or temporal bin temp bin tempu bin...
or simply temporal, sweet and short.

shukria, urstruly, cmp99,
veeresh, Jawahara, Ana, afrasiyab,
nasah, nazar, Ras, aamir, shandy,
Ahmedzai, kashaziz and others
a big fat thanks....

and you! do not fume
will write, call, sing, dance, shortly
demarcation is a must
'cause my god smiles always
while their god breathes fire and rage.

branding game

The New Raj: or Classic Colonialism

as an outcome of their decades old bi-polar approach to decision making the military-industry-business triumvirate in the US cannot function without a real or imagined enemy in their gun sights...please consider this:

--when that enemy is not there...or when the enemy has weakened or fallen or turned less hostile it is time to take a fix at another enemy...

--without this perceived opponent their motivation and rationale dies out...the academicians cannot churn our papers and studies to create a climate of distrust and hate to inflate an opponent...

--using those studies the big business cannot sell mega-projects to the congress...without the 'public' opinion and 'public' pressure that is thus created the congress cannot pass multi-billion dollar budgets to sustain the greed and hunger of the big business

--and the white house?...it is just a pawn… the Great Facilitator...in the game...nothing more, nothing less…the intelligence of the Great Leader is exaggerated...you could have a talking inflated balloon there...as long as the white house aides do their homework;)

(apologise: this is getting longer!)

now...surprise surprise...we live in a uni-polar world...the US military-industry-business conditioned to live and thrive in a bi-polar world need to create an enemy...enters a pious looking Osama...real, imagined or 'created'… and comes 9/11…the rest is the Mother of All Deceptions…the marketing of the brand-name Al Qaeda...to drive fear in the collective psyche of the West…with its attendant fall-out in the East...where some actually revere him...

...the 'fringe' groups...the fundos of the west are equally as bad as they have built al qaeda to be...but as you hinted they are local and with connections in media and politics...they can get away with it all...

...my final thought...

...this is not a war between Christianity and Islam...get this right please...this war and any subsequent wars it nurtures are to use a cliche a war between the Have and the Have-nots...between the West and the RoW...between North and South...and yes, this is the New Raj...though classic old Colonialism.

Professor Annemarie Schimmel - khaled ahmed

Obituary: Professor Annemarie Schimmel

'Pakistan didn't even wait for me to die'

Khaled Ahmed

The road along the Lahore canal, from the Mall to Jail Road, was named
after Goethe; but the road across the canal was dedicated to
Annemarrie Schimmel. The twin roads are a befitting symbol of
Pakistan's special relationship with Germany created by Pakistan's
national poet during his academic sojourn there in the beginning of
the 20th century. Schimmel used to say laughingly: "Pakistan didn't
even wait for me to die before naming a road after me"

The first disciple of Rumi in our times was Allama Iqbal. In his
Persian magnum opus "Javidnamah", Rumi was his Virgil. Annemarie
Schimmel, the greatest living authority on Islamic culture and
civilisation who passed away yesterday, loved Iqbal and Rumi with
equal intensity. When she came to Lahore in 1996 to deliver a lecture
on "Islam and the West" at the Goethe Institut, she was hardly in her
room at Hotel Avari for 10 minutes when the phone bell rang and
someone requested her for a meeting. She said she was booked for every
hour of the day until June 1997, which included her Iqbal Lecture in
London.

She had delivered a lecture on Rahman Baba in Peshawar in Pashtu,
which, together with Sindhi, she thought more difficult than her first
love, Turkish. (Linguists are agreed that Turkish is one of the most
difficult languages to learn.) She loved Sindh, admired its
intellectuals, tolerant culture, and its great poet Shah Abdul Latif
on whom she wrote a book. She remembered fondly Sindh's foremost
intellectual, Allama I.I. Kazi and his disciple Pir Hisamuddin Rashdi,
and visited the Makli tombs many times. Sitting in a cafe in Bonn
once, journalist Tony Rosini told me in a whisper that she wanted to
be buried at Makli.

In 1982, she had requested the government of Pakistan to name a road
after Goethe, the German national poet that Iqbal admired, on the
occasion of his 150th birth anniversary. But Pakistan went one better.
The road along the Lahore canal, from the Mall to Jail Road, was named
after Goethe; but the road across the canal was dedicated to
Annemarrie Schimmel. The twin roads are a befitting symbol of
Pakistan's special relationship with Germany created by Pakistan's
national poet during his academic sojourn there in the beginning of
the 20th century. Schimmel used to say laughingly: "Pakistan didn't
even wait for me to die". She was in her mid eighties, in good health,
with a mind whose clarity was astounding.

She was recognised by the Islamic world for her knowledge of Islamic
civilisation. When she went to Egypt lecturing in Arabic about
classical Arab poetry, she was received by President Hosni Mubarak.
She lectured in Yemen, Syria and Morocco, talking about a heritage
that most Arabs have forgotten. In Tunis, she introduced the
revivalist thought of Allama Iqbal; in Teheran, she spoke in Persian
about the love of the Holy Prophet (PBUH) in Rumi, disabusing today's
revolutionary Islamists of the misconceptions made current about the
great Sufis of the past. She was in Uzbekistan talking to the Uzbeks
about their great Muslim heritage. "If an Uzbek speaks slowly I can
understand him, and I can answer in Osmanli", she used to say.

Her first love was Pakistan and Pakistan responded to her in equal
measure. She fondly remembered the Governor of the State Bank of
Pakistan, Mumtaz Hassan, the great teacher of philosophy M.M. Sharif,
the historian S.M. Ikram, the scholar Khalifa Abdul Hakim and Pir
Hisamuddin Rashdi, who welcomed her again and again to Pakistan when
she was young. She recalled her Urdu lecture on Iqbal in Government
College Lahore in 1963 on the invitation of Bazm-e-Iqbal. Befittingly,
Allama Iqbal's son, Dr Javid Iqbal, is a devotee who often visited her
at her residence on Lennestrasse in Bonn. When national awards were
set up, she received the highest of them, Hilal-e-Imtiaz and
Sitara-e-Quaid-e-Azam.

She was so completely at ease with her subject that she hardly
realised that she was working so hard, teaching at Bonn University
since 1961, and at Harvard University since 1970. The Islamic world
did not ignore her work. She received the First Class Award for Art
and Science from Egypt's president Hosni Mubarak, and a Gold Medal
from Turkey for her services to Turkish cultural heritage. Austria
gave her the prestigious Hammar-Purgstall prize; Los Angeles had given
her the Della Vida award for Excellence in Islamic Studies; Germany
bestowed upon her the famous Ruecart Medal and Voss Medal for
Translation; and the Union of German Publishers recently gave her
their highest Peace Prize which she treasured. There are many other
German awards that celebrated her work in the promotion of
understanding between religions.

Annemarrie Schimmel was born in Erfurt, a town that fell to East
Germany after the Second World War, in the family of a civil servant
who greatly loved poetry and philosophy. She recalled reading the
German classics at home, including the poetry of Rilke. Her interest
in the Orient grew out of the classical trend of treating oriental
themes in German poetry and drama. When she was seven, the parents
already knew she was a special child on whom normal laws of upbringing
couldn't be applied. At 15, she was able to get hold of a teacher of
Arabic who had a taste in Arabic classical poetry. Her second love was
Turkish which she learned before she went to the university. Her
subject led her to Persian, which she learned enough to be smitten by
the poetry of Rumi.

She regretted that she didn't learn English well (sic!) since she was
busy passing two classes in a term. (She was an extremely articulate
speaker in English.) One is not surprised that when she finally
finished her doctorate, she was only 19, a German record at a time
when women were not encouraged in higher learning. (She once remarked
that the bias still existed because she was not given a chair at the
University of Bonn.) The topic of her PhD dissertation was "Position
of Caliph and Qazi in Mameluke Egypt". She recalled that her father
was killed four days before the war came to an end, and while she
studied, she had to do six months of forced labour and work six days a
week in a factory. After the war, she went to West Germany,
interpreting and translating in Turkish for the Foreign Office and
working on her thesis for teaching. Marburg University took her in as
a professor of Arabic, Persian, Turkish, history of Islamic art and
religion after her graduation when she was only 23!

In 1949, she did another PhD in history of religions and went to
Sweden to pursue theological and oriental studies for two months. In
1952, she was able to travel in Turkey, keen to visit Konia where her
"murshid" Jalaluddin Rumi lay buried. She said that Konia was a sleepy
little town where the genius of Rumi was easily invoked. In 1953, she
was again at Ankara University lecturing on Islamic art and religion
in Turkish. The university offered her, a non-Muslim, the chair of
history of religion and she stayed there for five years, writing her
books in Turkish, including a Turkish version of Allama Iqbal's
"Javidnamah".

She had written hundreds of books and papers as far apart in subject
matter as the mystery of numbers in Arabic, Arabic Names and Persian
Sufi poet Qurat-ul-Ain Tahira whom she called the first Muslim
feminist. Her first book to be known in Pakistan was "Gabriel's Wing"
but it was published in Holland and was not properly distributed in
Pakistan. It is surprising that Pakistani publishers have not tried to
get the publishing rights of her great books like "Islam in the Indian
Subcontinent" printed 20 years ago, and others like "Deciphering the
Science of God" and "Mystery of Numbers" and "Gifford Lectures on
Islam". She translated hundreds of Islamic classics, as is manifest
from the awards she received.

Her work in German will probably take a long time in reaching the
international audience (for instance her beautifully produced work on
imagery in Persian poetry) but what she published in English is lying
with such obscure publishers in Europe and the United States that it
has no way of reaching the Pakistani market. She remained a recluse in
matters of publishing; her publishers seldom wrote to her because of
bad marketing. "I don't care that I haven't made money from my books;
I have enough to live on", she used to say thoughtfully. Her house in
Lennestrasse was full of rare manuscripts on Islam but she gradually
began to give them away to institutions, like Bonn University, as she
thought they would take care of them and make good use of them.

Annemarrie Schimmel was not into the politics of orientology as most
of us who are busy thinking about civilisational conflict are inclined
to think. While she considered Edward Said's critique of Western
orientalism justified, she believed it was misapplied to German and
Russian orientology. Her interest in Islam sprang from her great
reverence for its intellectual and spiritual genius. She was a
"practising" scholar who admired Massignon and was deeply involved in
the philosophical aspects of the religion of Islam. She believed that
Iqbal was the only Muslim genius who responded intellectually to
Goethe's "West-Eastern Divan". She was the only western intellectual
who responded to the true spirit of Islam. Her poems in German and
English were published in two volumes and proved that her interest was
not merely restricted to bloodless research. She was of no use to
those who study a religion only to find fault with it. She has passed
away but her work on and love for Islam will continue to illuminate
the true path. *

jawab aur shukria (for kufa upon euphrates)

it's writ in holy parchment
"men shall remain imperfect"
and angels will be angels
this hussain and this yazid
neither are pure nor perfect
a blend both of good and evil
but in life as in living
rules often the exceptions
all imperfect men once were
playful innocent angels
and friends it's them angels
that evoke sighs and sadness
in this weary soul mine

harsh mander -- gujrat riots

harsh was the civil swervant who resigned in the aftermath of gujrat riots:In search of Gandhi and Godse
HARSH MANDER

The communalisation process under way in India clearly has an impact on people of Indian origin around the world.



DURING a hectic schedule of speaking engagements that recently buffeted me across the length and breadth of the United States, I witnessed a diaspora in tumult, even more polarised, divided and wounded, than the middle classes in India today. With battle lines drawn everywhere, courageous, secular and progressive elements sometimes seemed under siege. Muslims of Indian origin were in the throes of anguish, often internalising their anger as an intensely personal sense of hurt and loss. I saw recurring signs, during my travels, of the heart-breaking near death of faith and hope.

The Gujarat carnage - the stunning brutality of the mass violence, the impunity of the state authorities, the depths of the social divide, the success of the economic boycott and above all the electoral endorsement of the massacre - has convinced many living in the prosperity of their adopted country, of the threat of the imminent death of Gandhi's India; and of the fact that minorities in the India of the future will have to come to terms with second-class citizenship. Their dark sense of despair and alienation is clouded further by the post-9/11 scenario in the U.S., with the swirling winds of public prejudice, militarisation, brutal and unethical wars and racial profiling of all Asian Muslims by the government.

Zahir Janmohammed, a 25-year-old graduate and third-generation expatriate from India, poignantly evoked this sense of bewildered loss: "I have been searching for Gandhi for several years. But after spending months in Gandhi's homeland, Gujarat, I fear he may be dead".

His grandparents migrated from Gujarat to East Africa in the 1920s. His father, expelled by Idi Amin's regime in Uganda in 1971, made a fresh start in California, where Zahir was born. He was a vegetarian and revered Gandhi. It was natural that he encouraged Zahir to return for a year to Gujarat to reclaim his legacy. Zahir volunteered to work with a non-governmental organisation (NGO) in a slum in Ahmedabad. Weeks after his arrival, the city and much of Gujarat was convulsed by the most brutal sectarian blood-letting after Partition, following the torching of a railway compartment in Godhra.

Zahir volunteered to work in the relief camps for the battered survivors of the pogrom, where he tried to share with them a little of their agony. But he encountered bigotry everywhere, even among friends. No one restrained the members of the NGO with which he worked, when they openly taunted minorities. The mother of his host family, a hospitable and affectionate Hindu, said to him: "Well you know beta, those Muslims go to the relief camps because they get free food there". His stomach heaved at the memories of the relief camps, with their pervading stench of human excreta, urine and crowded tents.

Returning months later to his home in California, a shaken Zahir found himself frozen when a shop-keeper asked him his name. A year afterwards, he joked bitterly when he saw me off at the airport, "Be careful, your air ticket has been booked on the Internet by a Muslim."

Zahir, a sensitive, reflective young man still struggling with the unhealed wounds of his trauma in Gujarat told me: "The Gujarat carnage has changed my life" - a refrain I heard echoed over and over again in many parts of the U.S. Among those whose lives were altered irrevocably were a large number of deeply idealistic young American Indian Muslim men and women, trying to come to terms with the situation in which their community finds itself. Many were trying to contribute by raising money for relief and rehabilitation, or lobbying with both the U.S. and Indian governments, or building networks with secular, progressive groups. I was touched by the way they dealt with their intense internalised sense of personal tribulation and privation, by constructively working with resolutely preserved resources of faith and hope, for reclaiming and defending pluralism and democracy both in India and the U.S.

In New York, Ubaid Shaik, a neurophysician with gentle manners and a passion for justice, was engaged for many years after he migrated to the U.S. in the African American civil rights movement. He was so wrenched by the Gujarat massacre that he launched the Indian Muslim Council to promote values of pluralism and tolerance with particular focus on the Indian diaspora in the U.S. He barely sleeps a few hours each night, so that he can find time for this work even after a punishing schedule in the hospital besides commuting for four hours daily, and taking care of a large and loved family. He has been joined in this enterprise by young professionals from cities across the U.S.

In Seattle, I was drawn to Javed, a software engineer who, after Gujarat, tirelessly collects money for relief as a volunteer for the Indian Muslim Relief Committee, which was formed in 1983 following the Nellie massacre by a compassioned and energetic biochemist Manzoor Ghauri. After Gujarat, an energetic elderly nuclear engineer in Chicago, Imtiaz Uddin, pulled himself out of retirement to establish a forum for the defence of secularism.

A number of committed secular academics in universities across North America, including Biju Mathew, Shalini Gera, Vinay Lal, Angana Chatterjee, Abha Singhal and many others came together in the wake of the Gujarat massacre, to put together the Stop Funding Hate Campaign, which painstakingly collected extremely damaging evidence on the funding of organisations belonging to the Sangh Parivar by Indian Americans.

In many universities I also met young members of secular development organisations such as Asha (founded by Sandeep Pandey) and the Association for India's Development. Many of them shared the grave disquiet about the assaults on pluralism in India, and wanted to contribute to efforts to defend secularism. But among some members, I also did find ideological confusion, reflected in their sympathy to parts of the Hindutva ideology or claims that many NGOs in India were 'neutral' to the turbulent communal divide.

For Jayashree and Ashok, a young couple in Seattle, a major segment of their daily life is devoted to volunteer work for Asha. Ashok spends many evenings and week-ends away from his work in a computer company, singing old Kishore Kumar songs in a band cobbled together to raise funds for development work in India. Stirred by accounts of the continuing distress of families in rural Gujarat, the couple has resolved to raise funds for them. Both dream of abandoning their well-paid positions and returning soon to India, to work for advancing the cause of education. In most cities, mainly first-generation young Indian Americans, many of them engineers, attempt to engage constructively with development organisations and social movements in India.

MEETING these two groups of young people of Indian origin, those belonging to the Muslim organisations and those with organisations like AID and Asha, I was struck by how similar many of them were - idealistic, impassioned and sincere. They were also of the same professional profile - software professionals, university students, social science researchers, and so on. Yet, they rarely met and worked together. The claims by AID and Asha that they never consciously kept youth from the minority communities out and that it just happened, mirrored arguments a few years ago about why most development groups 'just happened' to have mainly men.

Also, with both sets of groups of socially committed young Indians of American origin, I observed their remarkable insularity from social justice movements in the U.S. Except for Ubaid, the remarkable doctor who founded the Indian Muslim Council and a young physics teacher in Detroit, I rarely encountered any young people of Indian origin - first or second generation - who were involved in civil rights causes of African Americans, or those who volunteered to work for causes of deprivation and injustice in the U.S. like homelessness. For Ubaid, it was only the state complicity in the Gujarat bloodbath that persuaded him to pull back from his work in the cause of human rights in the U.S., and, instead involve himself in efforts to safeguard these rights in the deeply loved country of his birth.

Many Indian Americans involve themselves in political events in India with an immediacy and passion, to an extent that it is sometimes difficult to remember that one is not in India, but on the other side of the planet. During my visit, for instance, people followed and analysed every reported word of hate speeches by Praveen Togadia and the confused, unsteady responses to these by state authorities in India, with greater concern than in many bylanes of India itself. A multiplicity of deep emotional chords continue to bind millions of people of Indian origin who choose to live and work in the most powerful nation in the world, to the ancient land in which they and their parents were born.

Many Indian Americans spoke about how precious the pluralism of the Indian tradition and their identity as Indian Muslims were to them. Quaid Saifee, a young computer executive in Detroit, spoke of his days in an engineering college in Indore. "I was the only Muslim in my entire class. My friends always used to adjust their plans, when we went out to see films, or for dinner, so that I could offer namaz at the prescribed hours. When any vegetarian friends came home for food, my mother would wash out the entire kitchen in advance, so that their food could not be touched by meat. There was so much love between us. Where has all of this gone?"

The visit confirmed to me how closely the turbulent recent history of the dramatic rise of right-wing religious fundamentalism and the politics of hatred in India, is related to and nourished by the Indian diaspora in the U.S. An influential segment of this diaspora is ideologically committed to the politics of Hindutva, and shares its irrational malevolent hostility towards minorities, and uncompromising opposition to the vision of a pluralistic, democratic India with genuinely equal citizenship for people of all faiths, caste and gender.

Going beyond its enormous financial support, exposed by the Stop Funding Hate Campaign, is its ideological nourishment from the U.S., in the form of minority bashing literature, web sites and propaganda. The temples are one of the only spaces where the majority of Hindu Indian Americans meet on a regular basis, and these are reportedly increasingly controlled by Hindutva elements that actively promote their divisive ideology. Youth summer camps to assist second generation Indians to learn about their 'culture' are also used as powerful vehicles to propagate their intensely partisan vision of Indian culture, history, society and politics. There were many Indian Americans who believe that the U.S. is growing into the most influential fortress for the rallying of the forces of Hindutva after the Indian state of Gujarat.

There is also evidence of influential political alliances with powerful sections of the U.S. ruling political establishment. Especially in the aftermath of 9/11, and the wars against Afghanistan and Iraq, the U.S. government and major segments of the media and public opinion are actively engaged in the demonisation of the Islamic world. This has led to a growing opportunistic alliance between the domestic and global policies of the U.S. government and the domestic politics of the Indian government. Hardline Israeli elements and the government of Israel are also joining this axis.

The impact of all of this on the Indian diaspora is to create an uncompromising, unprecedented divide between people of Indian origin who are born into the Hindu and Muslim faiths. This spills into even second and third generation Indian Americans, and increasingly characterises social relations even in universities, with increasingly strident organisations of students owing open allegiance to Hindutva playing an active role in most U.S. universities.

People I met in many cities recognised, especially, the need to work with young people of Indian origin in the U.S., including those of second and third generation, in order to strengthen their commitment to pluralism, peace and justice. Spaces like places of worship need to be reclaimed from fundamentalist elements; young people need authentic humanistic teachings of their respective faiths. Secular avenues also need to be built to enable them to acquire an undistorted picture of what constitutes Indian culture, its syncretic, pluralist, tolerant character, but also its traditional injustices of caste and gender. They also need to be brought in touch with the social justice issues of the adopted country, which is now home for them and their children.

Everywhere, there was great enthusiasm for building an Aman Parivar, or family of peace, as an alternative to the Sangh Parivar. This is envisaged as a very loose and broad platform of people and organisations that are committed to join hands to fight the mounting poison of communal hatred and divide, and to defend to reclaim and to strengthen pluralism, secularism, justice, humanism and democracy. It would bring together anti-communal religious, cultural and professional organisations with a range of liberal, left, democratic and development organisations.

ON May 19, 2003, the day I returned to India, a call was given by Hindu Unity, the U.S.-based wing of the Bajrang Dal, which is the youth front of the Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP), and by the Hindu Mahasabha to celebrate Nathuram Godse's birth on May 19 "to send a message to the enemies of humanity that we will fight and even die to protect the basic principle of Hinduism". It further denigrated Gandhi by saying: "Gandhi was a downright pacifist, without guts and scruples. His constant preaching to his fellow Hindus, to be non-violent at all times, even in the face of aggression, paralysed the manhood of India, mentally and physically..'

The undisguised poison of this appeal, and the outrage of many groups of Indian Americans that followed, symbolises the struggle that convulses the Indian diaspora in the U.S. The struggle is to find its soul, whether in the message of love and tolerance of Mahatma Gandhi, or in the twisted legacy of his assassin Nathuram Godse.

In the dark storms of bigotry, of wars of collective vengeance that sweep our world today, does anyone in the U.S. or India have an answer to the question that young Zahir Janmohammed asks each of us, both as a challenge and a plea:

"Could Gandhi still be alive? Somewhere, in someone?"

rozaiba and drumz

Warning: long post

rozaiba

'Bus vaikhee Ja!'

jub kashti saabit o saalim thee saahil ki tamanna kis ko thee
as aisis shikaasta kashti main saahil ki tamanna kaun karay


DRUMZ:

"A good poem is a journey to self, a bad one merely leads us to appreciate the cognitive processes the poet went through. (internal vs eternal)"
a poem could be both…

a poem that strikes a chord with the reader is one where the personal experience/s of the poet resonate with those of the reader...in this cyber medium (or on the printed page) words reverberate thoughts and feelings...in themselves words are nothing but nuts and bolts...it is with their selection and arrangement that the poet attempts to convey the thoughts and feelings...and on those rare occasions when s/he succeeds in conveying it …when the readers feels the pulse and thoughts...then that poem works for both of them...

...otherwise the effort is wasted...however...\for every one poem that resonates...there are thousands that do not…agree with you there...

Saminasha:

What are you hoping to acheive in this piece?
How do you see the abstractness working in here?
What do you want to reader to take away from this?


some of it is covered in the preceding reply to drumz…and some in the following reply…...


if the imagery and words used in this poem did not convey my feelings then i take full responsibility...let me take a moment and try to redeem…

...hopefully...it is clear that this is a lament of shikwa...zamanay say, khuda say, halaat say...when all efforts come to naught...dead end...when one cannot do anything more to alleviate the sense of impending doom...

sailing anchorless
pier to pier
shoulder to shoulder
smile to smile

ships do have anchors...for sailing the waters they need sails or engine power: for steering the course rudder: and for stopping or parking other than at a pier they have to use anchors...as in life's journey...the daily grind does stop at dusk to begin again at dawn...

in smoke filled rooms
and open skies
navigating help
non existential

...mentioned zindagi ka safar...the daily grind...in this journey how do we take measure of progress?...what distance have we covered?...we need markers around us to navigate...to measure distance covered...or yet to be covered...think of yourself in a plane (open skies), or a submarine (smoke filled rooms has a social set up allegory in-built) or in your own home blindfolded...if you cannot see any markers or landmarks or milestones you will have a tough time walking, navigating, traveling and arriving at your chosen destination...hence the despair highlighted...and the inability to ascertain our exact position at a given time in this journey...

...what part of this the poet attributes to his sealed lips and his blocked hearing and to others sealed lips and blocked hearing is left at the discretion of the individual reader's perception and experience (this for you also dost-mittar)

yeh na thee humari jaahil bakri

tahmad, hamidm, SR:

Yeh Na Thee Humari Jaahil Bakri

bakri ho ya bakray ki maaN
bhook mitanay kay lyay
khai gee to beh'r haal

aur zik'r oos bakri ka:
qusoor srif yeh tha na
kay paRhi likhi na thee
aur bhooki bhee nikli woh
tou khaa gayee woh patta

aur such poucho tou bhai
kaash koi hum say bhee
gar pooch ta tOu kehtay
bhayee yeh namaz rozay
waghera bhee mazaidar hain
laikin yeh na thee humari...

wondering


sac:


of what hope do you hope for?
can there be light
when the doors to the ears
and windows to the eyes
paths to souls
are sealed by shouts
from pulpits and minarets
by visionless beards
with eyes blinded
by hermeneutic
hallucinations?

and

where some of us
--the people of the book
who can, do not read
understand nor follow
despite untold exhortations
leaving the field clear
for the flowing beards
and then we ( you and i)
have the temerity
to blame the maulvis
and wonder
if there is any hope

callousness


am


blinkering cop out...plain and simple...hogwash...excuses for not dressing in public when the wardrobe is (ostensibly) full...no justification!...time moves at the same pace here, there and there...words elicit respect...callousness does not:

...callousness is streakers running amok in church service
...callousness is filmi qawwali during an auschwitz memorial
...callousness is marsia singing on mehndi or wedding eve
...callousness is not reigining in the horses in chariot-race of ideas
...callousness is abuse, plain and simple
...callousness is not respect for words and ideas

...this is only intended for you since you will understand the reference...

attitudes - here and there

hamidm:

i forget who mentioned here that when their daughter is a certain age they would return back...khair...here is my take:

two/three years back...i had a informal seminar-interview session with the students of Islamic Studies Dept at KU...(that's another story)...and another one at an 'art' school in defence…students were 16-22 years of both sexes...the format in both places was similar...i would ask questions, they would identify themselves and answer my question...

at this art school...every question i asked the students the principal sahib would answer instead...and in one of his responses he drew a line....'us vs. them'...he opined that here in the west the students were immoral, used drugs...etc....at some point i pointedly asked him to shut up and let the students answer me questions...and in response to principal saheb's tirade i asked the students if they were aware of what goes on in the west...yes in a chorus they replied...

then after more prodding one student said...'Sir, everything that goes on there goes on here.'...the principal saheb's jaw dropped..."our parent's do not know most of it...let me give you an innocent example...if there is a jam session here...all of us would attend...but nobody would mention it is jam session or a dance session...we would just say there is a lecture at the school...'

recall what i wrote about elaichi in an earlier post?

sex, drugs, immorality is as much prevalent in today's kids there as here...with one stark difference...over here there are well publicized programs by the school boards and cities and municipalities and tv channels promoting drug awareness, drug abuse, unwanted pregnancies etc....over there... elaichi....

Parents and the Pill - zeh'r

zeh'r:

...yara the whole desi perspective on sex stinks...on sex? it stinks on just about everything;)...we know that...but do not admit it...storks still carry babies down...bhagwan ki kirpa say, Allah kay ehsaan say bachchay paida hojatay haiN!...sex education is a taboo subject...sometimes i think we are slow...and dichotomy starts right from the home...hiding behind faux-talk of morality and culture (and i am not even bringing religion here)...khandaan and upbringing....we bury our heads in the sand...and just in case some nut-case mulla gets uptight with this...let me add explicitly...am not talking about sex, pill or condom usage only...

...the younger generation for ever pushes the envelope...in another era they used to smoke and return home after freshening up with elaaichi (cardomom) or paan thinking their elders would not suspect that they have been smoking...it is a game...each generation knows what the other is upto...that they chose to turn their head and hide themselves away from the truth is their fault or mechanism to deal with it...take your pick

...replace elaaichi (cardomom) with pill or condom...

...and yet there are holy desis who make fun of the writer (zehra)...one even taunted her to be more explicit...another publicly proclaimed her celibacy...sad...am sad for their comprehension skills and for their pathetic life they lead...for the vicarious pleasure they seek....she has said what she wants to...it is they who take vicarious and perverse delight rather than seek or discuss the truth!

...certain ...no make it most segments of pakistani society are sick indeed...mullahs routinely abuse their young wards...nobody makes an issue of it in any concerted way...(instead they do not shy away from hurling qur'an ayahs and hadiths as if they were cluster bombs to annihilate the skeptics) no wonder those abused children abuse others when they grow up...

...men hold hands and walk the bazaar...married couples cannot...even within close families...couples have to sit apart...all in the name of some faux sense of propriety......in faux regression the desi would do victoria proud

...and before some mulla-wannabee accuses me of being an exhibitionist let me remind them that is not what i am writing about...i am discussing decent and forthright behaviour...by both the generations...and if it includes discussion about that aspect of life we call sex, so be it...

summing up...each generation pushes the envelope farther and farther...the older generation has the experience if not the direct knowledge of what the younger generation is upto...so kidding aside...time to get real...

for am

ps:

i know, i know
liberty is a statue...
looking out to sea
so we can do things
behind her back

gods of literature
have made a provision
small-time poets
when they hit the wall
or some hard surface
can take liberty
(once in a while
not repeatedly)
with a word here
a word there
but a major aspiring
writer is cautioned...
;)

kabhi kabhi ki

Subroto:

…my first and right instinct was to ignore you on the prodding at k word…don't get me wrong…i could have given a dizzying k ride to you…could have said:

kabhi kabhi
kal ho ya na ho aaj to hay!
kabhi khushi kabhi ghum
kabhi hum kabhi tum
kabhi humari kabhi tumhari - merzi
kabhi yahaaN kabhi wahaaN
kahaaN ka halwa kahaaN ki puri
kabhi idhar ki kabhi oodhar ki
kabhi yeh kabhi woh

jaali digrian

kyuN ja'ali deegriouN ki talash maiN
youN bhatak rahay haiN sinai maiN

jub aa'een ja'ali hay,
hukumat karnay walay
fauji ja'ali haiN
mullah log ja'aali haiN
oonki daRhiaN ja'ali haiN

jahan sub ja'ali haiN
wahan degree ki pedigree
dhondnay ka faida kya?

real blasphemy

Hamidm, Dost-mittar, mohar11, Ralph, arjun, Bina, Saima and others:

There are some basic thoughts that guide me. I have mentioned them here often.

First is : pehlay inssan, phir muslamaan: pehlay ta'aleem phir tafheem: pehlay Khuda phir Rasool

Second: be good. This jokingly I have refereed to as the founding of a new order... A religion with no holy book, no prophet/s, no rituals. The individual's conscience being the inbuilt criteria to inform and guide as to good and bad.

And being human, being frail and susceptible to cross currents I do fall off these loft ideals every now and then. But am lucky or resolved. I correct and climb back. And like the venerable Shaikh Saadi said, "I learn from everybody." I continue to learn not only from the wise but also from the simpletons. My words are there for the record. In the very next interact after Urstruly's post.

This article has touched up various issues regarding the intolerance of some Muslims, (remember I call them cuckoos and bigots and a minority), the ethics of freedom of speech and expression, blasphemy, response to acts of violence, the role of us…as Muslims, non-Muslims, as citizens of other countries, as denizens of a global village.

In my first response before commenting on Bina Shah's article I said unequivocally: am against loss of a single civilian life by another individual, organization or state…. in the most controversial scene, partially clothed women are portrayed as the victims of abuse with scars on their bodies, but verses from the Quran are also inked out in black on their bare skin.

And concluded with: …to me this is simply asking for it…

This must have touched off a raw chord in some friends. I also had the temerity to agree with Urstruly some. That I disagree with some was conveniently ignored.

Silence is golden. Perhaps I should have held my peace. But for how long? The current mess the silent majority of world Muslims find themselves in cannot bear anymore silence.

The Silent Majority of Muslims need to speak up. Only then would their voice countering the cacophony of zealots and bigots be heard. This is a long over due and long to be effective endeavour. Hence this attempt to clarify and explain to myself and to my friendswhere I come from. Make no mistake. This is as much an attempt for my sake as for theirs.

Back to that one aspect I discussed and why I felt Van Gogh was asking for it.

When our children come to a certain age we tell them to look left and right before crossing the street. And never to cross the street if the signal is red. We inculcate in them at that tender age a sense of awareness, sense of safety, and self preservation.

My thoughts on Mr van Gogh were in that spirit. As denizens of the global village we know the world we live in. We know for a fact that no city or country is outside the reach of bigots and zealots. By provoking them, and by ignoring warning and threats, and by not understanding the ramifications of the damage our actions can cause he was indeed asking for it.

In the earlier cases of Salman Rushdie, the full might of a state came to his rescue. Taslima Nasreen similarly is under protection. Those who recklessly disturb the hornet's nest and then fail to heed caution sooner or later pay for it.

We read papers. We watch the media. Are we that gullible?

I am offended by the depiction of Qura'ani Verses on naked female bodies. But belonging to the silent majority, being responsible and sane, I am opposed and averse to taking the law into my own hand. And I would not kill another human being. And there are millions like me here. But, I do know that zealots and bigots do not recognize this. They are prepared to play with their lives and harm those who offend their deeply held beliefs.

This is not a simplistic and foolhardy issue like us vs. them.

Borders, nationalism, religion is a concept alien to natural disasters. And to man made disasters. Religious zeal and bigotry is man made. If we do not speak up then we are seen as condoning it. If we speak up and not do anything to alleviate the problem is much worse.

For the Muslim mess I and we are partly to be blamed. Partly because the world has shrunk. As global citizens we cannot declare it is Muslim problem and wash our hands.

Dispatching high flying bombers and raining daisy cutters has not and would not fix the problem. It will only temporarily deflect. And it will recruit more zealots for the cuckoo pupeteers. Read the full transcript of the Osama bin Bush's latest video hot.

When I mentioned that apartheid-- of old as in South Africa or the current one in Occupied Territories is our problem, friends here disagreed. No it is your problem. I disagree. Injustice, poverty, lack of education in this world is our problem. We do not live on an island. We cannot seal off. Isolationism is not an option. Or ostrichism as Saima says.

Only when we do our bid as global denizens, regardless of our nationality or religion, to lessen injustice and poverty can we rid or lessen the number of cuckoos, zealots and bigots. And this is for the long haul. And like it or not we are all in it for the ride. Only then would be able to put the Quran between Russell and ibn Warraq and not feel a tinge of guilt.

This was and remains the sole point in my discussion here. Until we address Injustice, Poverty, Education, in the less fortunate world we will continue to suffer the consequences.

class rooms

... common strand that runs through these three articles on the main page is the inability of the occupying army to deal with the looming crisis in Pakistan...let's dispense with the white-wash...democracy and all that blah blah…and about how the power is transferred to the people...more blah blah...

...(came across these figures about four years ago from the then sec. education...a laeeq khan...am relying on memory and am searching for more current numbers)

...every year more than three million young Pakistanis are added to the school going age...between the stretched educational resources of the GoP (digression: the defense related expenses eat up between 48- 66+ % of the budget –depending on how you add up)...here is the low down:

number of new school age children............3,000,000
based on an average of 30 children
per class—number of additionalclass
rooms required.................................100,000
new class rooms provided by govt................10,000
new class rooms provided by madrasah.............6,000
new class rooms provided by pvt groups...........3,000

yearly class rooms shortfall....................81,000

...that is 2,430,000 plus children that are added every year to the numbers of uneducated...and this folly is compounded every year...millions of hopeless soul scurrying for petty existence and fodder for physical and mental slavery...is there any wonder the literacy rate is going down...(so much for Madrassahs and Schools...not to mention law and order....infra structure development...women issues, gender inequality, honor killing...heck, just about everything except nuclear aresenal and land grab by the faujis?

...am sure there are saner minds in the fauj that have figured this out have come to realize that the pie is shrinking and the occupying army's share cannot be increased beyond a certain point...remember...no Pakistan, no pakistan army...perhaps that is the driving force behind the fauji's push for a solution to the Kashmir crisis (Indian Troop Reduction in Kashmir: Merely Symbolic?)...so that the meager budgetary resources can be allocated to developmental fields...a bare minimum level of economic prosperity is introduced to help the pie expand…and with a bigger pie the percentage yield for them will become bigger too...

lonely cloud

rahul: moving! (inspired this)

lonely cloud

fight back, fight back air echoes
and deaf to them some move on
oblivious
blind
cloud-like

not all battles
are worth
taking up swords for
sunshine and eid in the air
young and eager smiles
anticipating and warming

nahin kaam mujhay aaj
fasoordagi say, ranjishOn say
shukranay ki takrar
hay her soo' aaj
aaj - hay j mustaqbil ka pehla din

time to come out a step at a time
to newer smiles on today's faces
a step on the road
to tomorrow's salaam, today

in defense of hamidm

Thought would never have to see this day...no... not referring to that mention of your well loved daughters as a chunnoo/munnoo...something else bothered me today...straight out of the left field... and a yaar suggested to come here and indulge in some senator or was he congressman? ...cathartism...so dutifully...oh I have so much respect and love for this yaar...hum such boltay haiN...here I am...and what do I find here...you alongwith "dot dot, merlot-lovers(for the record both you and jawahara ---my comments in parentheses), jehadis, fanatics, liberals, seculars, fundamentalists, and conservatives"... and phaja of wink-wink mandi... Bandu's third cousin from his father's seventh wife's step mother's side (oh that is another story) masquerading as Karachi's Bundoo...Allama Iqbal's loyal servant Imam Din's (?) adopted wife's son from the third marriage...sorry.. make that 'adopted' appear before the son...Jawaid's bootlegger...Zia's mujawar ..sure he must have a mujawar...I mean if there is Jabra Shareef there has to be a salaana Urs and those charas (tauba tauba) and bhang (do they merit one tauba or two?) sessions alongwith fine qawwalis -- like Fareed (mota and marhoom)and Maqbool (chota) Sabri's immortal rendition ( have it on tape -- will auction it to highest silent bidder) describing when the Prophet was born ----"Hoorain naachiN, chum chumma chum..." --- and we heard it and enjoyed this before we knew what mujrah was which was before we learned how to spell it which was before we saw one which was before Muzaffar Ali's version of Umrao Jaan Ada --- you know the one mis-labelled as Rekha's Umrao Jaan ---and incidentally would you care to know that they have discovered that MaaNg-l'aye-thay-chaar-din Zafar's grave in that forsaken city formerly known as Rangoon .... and now they lay those chadors and have salaana Urs at his old, permanet but recently discovered grave?...now how to tie this back to the mother of all sweeps -- heheh... am not referring to anyone here --- just how to tie this sweep back to your inclusion in that unholy alliance that includes all save one or perhaps if I am charitable those two gentle folks?...well I protest my one solitary vote .. raise this hand...O duniya walo!.... notice lay lo!.. I protest...haaN yeh zul'm hay!... Naa insaafi hay!...Yeh ghalat jhaRRoo hay...aur baaqi sub logouN kay saath ziyadti hay...agar hamid nay khuda ka naam liya tha... tou ilzaam srif hamid ki hud tuk hee mehdood rehna chahiyay...baqi duniya tou khuda ka ehteraam karti hay...oos kay rasoolouN say ish'q karti hay...aakhir may my lord oon baaqiyouN ka kya kusoor tha....baqiyoon ko (thumping on the desk) is ilzaam say barri kya jai mylord... aur is hamid ko aisi ibrat naak saza di jaa'ye keh rehti duniya oos ki mashkoor ho...jis kitab maiN baar baar likha hay paRRho, ghoure karo, amal karo oos ka yeh joor'm na-qaabil-e-qubool hay...and before you punish him let us hear from Begum Hamid also... she has the right to submit a statement as the most aggrieved party...how can anyone waltz with a fine single malt .... oh no he was accused of being a merlot lover ... that is even worse...and preach about striving to be an insaan first ...naoozobillah .... is say tou hum paidaishi musallman hee achchay haiN...:)

bila oonwaan

oos nay kuch kaha
is nay kuch suna
aur baat bigaR ga'ee

He has not changed / woh nahin badla


He has not changed


sadly mistaken are you
He is the same as always

perhaps even He
could not change Himself ---
but that is another debate

we can change the course of a river
a mosque here, a temple there
love for hatred, hatred for love

peek intently it is we
who have changed...!


woh nahin badla


m'ray hamdum, m'ray dost
ghalat feh'mee hay shadeed
woh tou woh-hee hay
badla kahaaN woh?

shayad khood ko bhee
woh bad'l na sakhay ---
woh a'lug behas hay

darya kay rookh ko
musjid o mandir ko
pyar ko, nafrat ko
badla ja sakhta hay

jhanko ghaure say
dilouN maiN
woh

triple divorce - teen talaq

...all this brouhaha is so very understandable...we muslims may have one book and on prophet (sorry Sattar saheb;)...but we do subscribe to several Allahs...each small group of us has their own Allah...this is the only explanation one can proffer...otherwise if Allah was one...then how in Jam-the camel driver's name would these various factions and off shoots would be killing each other and dispatching them to some hell in the name of the same Allah?...

khair...on talaaq!
(...all the following is from memory...don't have my books or notes here...so if any one you wants to assign me a choice spot in hell...hopefully they will have the courtesy to afford me some good defense lawyers first)

Islam is a deen....the approache to practice this deen is called a madhab (or mazhab in urdu: plural madhaib/mazhaib)...

in the days of Muhammed (saw) there was only one deen and one madhab...understandably...the various madhaibs...and splits came later...the sunnis with their hanafis, humbalis, shafii, malikis...and the shias with ithna asharis, ismailis, khojas, bohris...and then the minor offshoots...druzes, naziris and so on...each of these groups and sub groups practice Islam their own way...naturally!...:)

so back to utterances of three talaqs:

during the lifetime of Muhammed (saw)...the overwhelming occurrences of talaqs were 'delayed' talaq...in stages...the quickie divorce was tolerated but not kindly looked upon...

...this continued for about three years after his death...( am relying on memory again)...this continued through abu bakr's caliphate and went on unchanged during omar's first or second year...somewhere around that time hazrat omar seemed it fit to change the rules!...since then...the quickie divorce came into fashion over the delayed divorce...and is continuing to this day in the mostly sunni world...

...to be fair to omar...towards the end of his caliphate he broached this subject in one of his letters and wondered aloud if he had done the right thing and also speculated aloud about the misuses of the quickie divorce and expressed a desire or hope to revert things back to the older way...but he died shortly afterwards...

godhra, gujrat, buddha

godhra, gujrat

yesterday, accidentally
burned my hands
and thought
what were 'they' thinking
in fire's embrace?


godhra, gujrat

kul jo achanak
jal gaya hath m'ra
tou souchnay laga
janay kya guzri hogi oon per
aag ki aaghosh maiN


some buddha

they speak now
of resurrecting
that Bamian Buddha.

And 'they' speak here
wisely, foolishly
incessantly
over whose buddha *
is better




*buddha---old fellow

tribulations of the love song of J Alfred Prufrock.....

#5 by omar_r_quraishi on May 21, 2004 5:31am PT
this is pure unadulterated crap -- i suppose though to praise something like this would be considered quite fashionable however
[Reply to interact #5]

#7 by temporal on May 21, 2004 6:46am PT

omar:

coming from you (or any reader)this is acceptable: this is pure unadulterated crap...

--in this interactive medium anyone can express his/her personal opinion...

but this is not: -- i suppose though to praise something like this would be considered quite fashionable however...

--this is blatant and unwanted editorial intrusion;)

(i take back above if you understand the prelude to the love song of j alfred prufrock in its original format)

rgds,

t

ps: the word 'editorial' is being used figuratively - no personal aspersions


#18 by omar_r_quraishi on May 24, 2004 10:39am PT

haha temporal -- sorry havent heard that song -- shandana -- btw u havent responded to my emails -- so i ask u here -- have ya got the check or not we sent?


#19 by temporal on May 25, 2004 8:52am PT


omar:

...let us see if i can put this delicately to you...oh never mind!...instead have a good day sir

...t


#20 by omar_r_quraishi on May 26, 2004 1:08am PT

temporal ??? -- this isnt your ilog sir -- so u will have to be a little less abstruse if you want me to understand what your talking about

#21 by temporal on May 26, 2004 6:05am PTomar:

...t.s. eliot sir...t.s. eliot!

...buried in the i-logs i accidentally dug up where he got the 'song' in alfred j prufrock...(from a short story by rudyard kipling)...the poem is not a song...the prelude to it is in latin...

...i apologise for a bad joke gone awry...

rgds,

t#24 by omar_r_quraishi on May 28, 2004 1:26pm PT

sorry temporal sahib -- dont really get the time to do any outside reading these days --
[Reply to interact #24]

speaking slowly

Romair:

patience is a family forte
so i will say again
loudly for you to gain
am no critic
so what am i doing here?
expressing my views
selectively

sorry to have missed the other names
but you are knowlegdable
farsighted with acumen
in short a boy wonder, a genius
am proud
you know the price of everything
and once you know their value too
will be more proud of you

and this is not a poem
am speaking s l o w l y

****


(still talking s l o w l y)

sometimes less is more

despite many posts and name droppings
you still know the price
but know not the value

you do not have anything
to make me an offer or deal

but
this is what i will
voluntarily concede
I will refrain from commenting
on your creative submissions

with others
time and interest permitting
i will interact as before

***

The whole debate started out between me and temporal (who actually thought what I had written was good) . I challenged him on that. - romair

speaking s l o w l y
and c l e a r l y
the above hogwash
is best described
by the following;)

mis-understanding
mis-representing
mis-nomer
mis-stating
(the proof pudding
is in #1)


* * *

mindless
mis-mis-mis

foul abramis
canine anthemis
apollo's twin artemis
finns' cheremis
edible cucumis
leafy inermis
nile pyarimis
rural tamis
just themis

and all of above
hitting the vermis

;)


ps: disclaimer: when i started off writing the mis part it had a purpose...that soon got over taken by the simple pleasure of reverse alliteration...pls. forgive!

ralph russell on urdu

Late Ralph Russell wrote an long article --- Urdu in India since Independence. Some excerpts I find interesting and will reproduce here.

"There is a proposal that the teaching of Urdu should be taken on as one of the main tasks of the religious foundations, the madrassas and so on, which are primarily established for the imparting of Islamic learning. I do not think that there is any point in this at all. In the first place, why should the job be handed over to other people. The champions of Urdu are looking for someone else to do work which they ought to be doing themselves and which they are not doing. In the second place, there never has been the least evidence that these organisations are interested in the teaching of Urdu, or at any rate in teaching it to any very worthwhile level. These madrassas have functioned continuously both before independence and throughout the whole period since independence and not one of them has ever shown the least interest in teaching Urdu to the level which would introduce their students to Urdu literature. They are concerned with religious questions and only with religious questions. It is not in the least likely that they will undertake this task on anything like a large scale. As far as my experience goes there is no reason to assume that the attitude of the teachers in religious institutions has changed much since the time of Ashraf Ali Thanavi when, almost a hundred years ago now, he wrote Bahishti Zevar. He has a chapter in Part Ten in which he lists all the kinds of books which women should not read. But two things have to be said about that. Firstly that we want women to be able to read everything that men can read. Secondly, the disapproval of the kind of literature which Ashraf Ali Thanavi, censures obviously extends to the literature which men read. In Bahishti Zevar, he lists among other books that should not be read: "divan aur ghazalon ki kitaben" "divans and books of ghazals" – in other words, virtually the whole of Urdu poetry and certainly that part of Urdu poetry which is the most valuable; the Indar Sabha; the story of Badr i Munir, that is the story of the masnavi of Mir Hasan; Dastan i Amir Hamza, Gul i Bakavali and other books. To expect people who are dedicated to religious teaching to teach people to read some of these best works of Urdu literature seems to me quite unrealistic."

and

"Publications of Urdu works in the Devanagari script, of course, serve a wider audience than that which I have just described. They serve the audience of Hindi speakers who do not know Urdu but are interested in what Urdu literature has to offer. I think that Hindi speakers offer the next most favourable audience for Urdu literature after that of Urdu speakers themselves. True that there are people – some people – in the Hindi speaking community who are the most vociferous opponents of Urdu, but it would be a great mistake to think that all Hindi speakers share their attitude. There are among Hindi speakers substantial numbers of people who do not want to make Urdu their first language, but are nevertheless interested in getting access to what Urdu literature has to offer. This is proved by the number of publications of Urdu works issued by Hindi publishers in the Devanagari script. Quite numerous selections from popular Urdu poets are being published by Hindi publishers. I know that in her later years, according to what she herself told me, Ismat Chughtai could always find a publisher for her stories in Devanagari before any Urdu script version was published. And Muhammad Umar Memon of the University of Wisconsin, US, tells me that almost all of Manto's works are now available in Devanagari. My experience is that champions of Urdu are for the most part simply unaware that this is going on and even if they are aware they take an attitude towards it more or less of indifference – and they certainly should not."

and

"There is another, I think increasingly important, audience for Urdu literature presented in English in the second and third generation immigrants from Urdu speaking areas into the English speaking and the English knowing world and there are substantial numbers of such people both in North America and in Britain, and to a lesser extent in other European countries. In short, there is a much wider audience for books presenting Urdu literature in English than there was, say, 30 or 40 years ago. There was published in England, The Penguin Book of Modern Urdu Poetry, selected and translated by Mahmood Jamal (1986), and in India a Penguin book on Ghalib (Pavan K Varma, Ghalib: The Man, The Times, 1989) and numbers of translations of Faiz, including The Rebel's Silhouette: Selected Poems, translated by Agha Shahid Ali."

more at: Ralph Russell

karo kari

make no mistake
karo kari and honor killings
and chattel trading will continue
we are corrupt - to the core
morally bankrupt too
forget spine - we don't have vertebras
words are all we have
stripped of meaning
empty, fading, decaying - words
they meant something to someone - once
are murder weapons today
in bearded bigoted hands
and without spine
it is hard to stand up - or stand up to
we cannot yell - we whimper

curse me, hug me, cry with me
am a decaying not-yet-dead muslim

top ten dead end careers

OTHER TOP TEN DEAD END CAREERS

10: Smokin' hookah, wearing Fez, playing politics.
9: Counting beans (in Mexico or in a high-rise tower)
8: Making fluorescent glass bangles or iridescent Soorma.
7: Being filthy (as in filthy poor or filthy rich) in Desiland.
6: Teaching 'common sense' in the Madaaris.
5: Teaching 'tolerance' in Desi High Schools.
4: Disengaging earnest-hotheaded interactors.
3: Apprenticing as a trainee-Mahout.
2: Writing poems (specially the trans-creative kind)
(a tie)
1: Writing these Top Tens.

irshaad haqqani

From an Aug 20th column by irshad ahmed haqqani. Lamenting over the 8-10 million unwed, of age, women in pakistan, who cannot get married because their parents are too poor to afford them a 'suitable' dowry or reception he reproduced two letter written by four unmarried sisters. The first of the two letters is written by the fours sisters from sargodha in their blood. Will provide an approxiamte translation here.

_________________________________________________

Dear Babajaani Irshad Ahmed Haqqani Saheb:

Assalamoalikum!

Babajaani, we are four sisters and have no brother. Father died eight years ago. Our mother made tremendous sacrifices and worked very hard to provide for us sisters. As a result of that excessively hard work today she is afflicted with various diseases and is on her death bed.

Today, we sisters teach Qur'an and offer tuition to kids in our neighbourhood to barely earn sustenance.

If we leave our house for any reason, we continuously encounter hoodlums ready to play with our honour.

Babajani we have written this letter in our blood, please publish this in your column. Is their a Saviour who would get us married so we can live and our mother can die in honour?

Babajaani if you do not help us (by printing this) then these cruel street urchins would violate and rob us of our dignity and honour. And for justice we would have no recourse but the day of judgement.

Wassalam,

Your daughters (four names)

(mr. haqqani added a foot-note in a subsequent column requesting gentle folks not to contact him any further with offers of help. He had been innundated with offers and from amongst those he felt there was enough to help these girls)

avoiding the present: harking on the past

September 5, 2003

avoiding the present: harking on the past



we look in the mirror...(nothing wrong with it if it is for a purpose)...we look in the mirror but what do we see there…depends on what we are looking for you say...yes, will agree...but what irritates me is those long drawn battles fought to correct the present ills and imbalances... but seeking half baked, far fetched lessons from recent or past history...

...so the road in your block is un-repaired after the recent rains...ok...so it never was paved ever since you recall and is worse for the wear now...

...so the power is even more whimsical...and the khakhi honcho managing the electric supply is a nincompoop..(incidentally, do you know of one khaki who has made a success of a civilian post?...any job, any post, any era?)...

...so you know someone who knows someone who lives in that village/town where another girl/woman was gang raped and their uncle was one of the accused...and it cost him Rs.75,000 to buy his way out...as for the victim girl/woman?...who cares...

...so...:)....where am I going with this?...bet discuss any issue and sooner or later that issue under discussion is covered in a misty fog, set aside and the discussion turns to inane and irrelevant issues...yes the recent or past history’s turns, twists and injustices...

...so if historical wrongs were corrected according to this Qur'anic (mis)interpretation or that hadith the muslims would have been more...yeah, right...or...if jinnah had done this then...yeah, right...or if the gadar party in 1905 had not gathered in california and...yeah right, or if...

...if only we focus and discuss one issue...and apply all our energies towards resolving and alleviating that problem...if only...instead of harking on the past...

...forget jinnah, forget sunnis, deobandis, barelvis, ahl e hadees, hanafis, malikis, shafii, humbalis...forget shias, ismailis, athna ashaaris, bohris...

...forget broken promises for we are broken consciences

...the trouble (and the problem) lies with you and me...it is not in some obscure and misinterpreted wording of a long forgotten historical resolution in some park beneath a fort...it is not the chess game played by a dying man with resolute vision…(my way or the highway)...it is not in the hijacking of the state by the bureaucrats at first and then by the army...ah the army with a country!…when all is said and analyzed to death...pardon my swahili...the trouble (and the problem) lies with you and me...

why?

...because this is how we do it...

...bismillah ar rehman ar rahim…yes!...Begin in the name of the Most Beneficient, Most Merciful...and then...totally ignoring Him…His Message…totally ignoring all norms...insaniyaat we indulge in things a flying pig with conscience would not indulge in...laanat ullah on our sophistry...

...forgive and ignore the bitterness...focus on the truth if you find it here...

shikayat doctor say

"Juice pio
tylenol khao
aur aaram karo
theek ho jao gay."

m'gar doctor sahib,
aapki nab'z sha'naas nigha-ouN nay
tash'kheesh ghalat ki hay
yeh aur nazla hay!
shayad aapki hikmat
raftar e qal'b jaanchna
dauraan e khoon ta'tolna
din raat ki yeh kaavish
buhat do'or lay ga'ee hay
aapko humari fasurda duniya say

yeh tapish, yeh jalan
nazla bukhaar kahaN
is ka eelaaj
juice, tylenol, aaraam nahiN
yeh aapkay bus ki baat nahiN doctor
is ka eelaj
woh goom-gooshta mooskurahat hay
jis nay chori chori
neend in ankhyouN say
chura li hay!

the other asian woman

#2782 The Other Asian Woman on October 19, 2000
("Judge not lest ye be judged")

IGNORING THE PROCLAMATION
(death wish, perhaps?)


Section One (sex)

O O and O: there you go
ruffling fundafeathers ..er/a...gain.

Recall what you said once
about journos
don't get it, they don't
(well, delicately ploddin' along)
being liberal Pakistani Muslim
we get it
perhaps more than we deserve
we get it
and am sure
you get it
(mischievous wink aside)
you get it
but
our fights are
who'll be on back
who'll come on top.....

(--yeh ghalti maaf kardena meem
kuch behak gaye thay hum...)



Section Two (what actually happened)

(Over the counter under the table)
hmmm...achchi line hay yeh
jo hum likh chukay haiN
wohi hota hay
bar bar wohi hota hay
flashing lites ... cellulites
androgynous ... well? you?
hah! an' another hah!


Section Three (the pity party)

Remorse
bottomless pit
eternity's excrement
cross gender, cross nation
cannot hide or fill or wrap
["I'm sorry."]
yeah well, so am I
we're all sad and sorry
mushrooming apologies
inflicting 'glowing' sadness
in an ever increasing circle.

["Its ok," you heard yourself say]
and smoke in silence
POP loaded THC?
(Pride of Pakistan?
Point of Purchase?)
in a sea of SEA.


Section Four (self-esteem issues)

Thought long and hard ....
don't have any ---
easier it becomes
for me
to trash refuse
tell me what use
is to reuse
today's trash
for morrow's?

besides

Mark Twoish has said
self sacrifice
enables us
to sacrifice others
without blushing

(should I tell on Mark?
should I use quotes?
ah, what's the use...?)


Section Five (realizing why I shouldn't have self-esteem issues)

Mrs. Hamid?
Oh that one!
(can I be cruel? please?
please?)

(Mrs. Hamid
has neither!)

Lucky Mrs. Hamid
blessed with neither
brain or body.
One big incubator
of donated ovum
and spermatozoon.
Lucky Mrs. Hamid ---
over endowed, over blessed
regurgitator
of borrowed words,
ideas, sperms.
Lucky?

(Oh, and another good thing
lucky neigbours of
Lucky Mrs. Hamid
thankful for ever
for li'l Hamidah
who'd do anything
anytime, anyplace for anybody
such a generous soul...)

(Told ya could be cruel...)


Section Six (I have gazed into the abyss, and I swear it winked at me)

Peace?
of mind?
IN mind!
--u -now what?
tried a mighty search
of all engines
failed to find
or confront any abyss
or would have winked...
---toka wizened---
did find an abyss within me
and floated and swam in it
fun 'n frolic
till it lasted ...
till I imploded again
and again...
for free tokas?
anyone?


Section Seven (who gives a trumpet?)

Israfeel?
Nah, that'll be too poignant
like when you said
you are invisible in company
swallowing stories
after sad stories
twitching
expecting
dreams to knock
on the walls
reverberations of a day
that will never be born...
who am I to judge?
Pass me the POP

---the end---

mars

yesterday they said
mars would be closest
to earth since time began

i have not seen mars
in a zillion years
and did not view it yesterday

venus is enough

awaam say, janta say

awaam say, janta say

Sharam karo, doob jao
YouN mernay say pehlay
Kuch kar jao.

Gher lo, ghera dalo
LeaderouN neta'ouN ko
Saaf saaf suna do
Gar zindah rehna hay
Tou zindah rehnay dou.

Hatado nafratouN kay hijab
Phela dou pyar ki cha'ouN.

Kehdo andhouN, behrouN say
Jang nahiN chahiyay
Barbadi nahin chahiyay
Dhamaka nahiN chahiyay.

Pani, bijli, talim,
Roti, kapra, makaan
Chain, sukh chahihay
Kehdo andhouN, behrouN say
Jang nahiN chahiyay
Barbadi nahin chahiyay
Dhamaka nahiN chahiyay.

how dare you brother

#2327 Confessions of a BJP Supporter on May 18, 2002
[Backgrounder
temporal #35:
And response-post Harpreet #75:

Foregrounder:
soundmeister #103.... maybe you made your choice and are happy with it....good for you...but damned if you are allowed to say things like that, esp. to a Pakistani (sorry t, nothing personal)…]


HOW DARE YOU, BROTHER

Have two siblings
The three of us
Differ and different
In more ways
---looks, tastes, thinking
Yet shared the same womb
And despite differences
Love, more than hate.

On Mother Earth
Harpreet, you and I
Are but siblings
How dare you
Chastise Harpreet
When he opened his heart
When I opened mine?

How dare you
How dare you
Don't you know
Some of us
NEVER
Speak out of hate?

on marriage for zehra

Marriage is:
---bonding
---prostitution
---slavery
by another name
sanctioned by
---society
---religion
---culture.

OR

It may be
a primal instinct
to share
...and create
...and grow
together
and old...

It could be:
---indifferent (mostly)
---happy (seldom)
---troublesome (often)
---horizontally pleasurable
---vertically challenging.

Skeptics
at some time
in their early history
also talk about
cows and milk
before settling.
(before the Liberal
metamorphoses into Conservative.)

Whatever it is
will have it
no other way.
That's me :)

cicatrix

truth can be
incredible
(this is not a lie)

bruise and blemish,
scar, spot, frown
-- lines etched on the skin
betray past un-truths

should truth be damned
verity hurled out
hearsay to reign?
pass me the poison!

o noble one - for jay thackeray

O Noble One

Let fall from the skies
over the head of
certain jay thackeray
some sense.

Even little
would be appreciated
with force
divine or gravitional
that'll pierce
his thick skull
and thicker sensibilities.

---but do not turn him
please,
into a rat
for among other phobias
he has claustro--- as well

for I,m afraid
he'll nibble
at the rat poison
and go belly up
diggin' tunnels.

You know O Noble One
even on a degenerate
like jay thackeray
I can't wish such fate.

when you don't know shit

read this yesterday on the unplugged posted by adnan_rafiq

A stranger was seated next to Little Johnny on the plane.

The stranger turned to Little Johnny and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."

Little Johnny, who had just opened his book, closed it slowly, and said to the stranger, "What would you like to discuss?"

Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "How about nuclear power?"

"OK," said Little Johnny.. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first..

A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"

"Jeez," said the stranger. "I have no idea."

"Well, then," said Little Johnny, "how is it that you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?"

dirge

August 19, 2003

Dirge


warning long preamble to a longish post

some of you may have read [From the Table] written from the perspective of the dead man in ayesha jawed ikram’s story…when I read
[In Sanity] by zehra rizvi I responded from the same (dead) man’s perspective…you may like this…caveat: a big may…if you read In Sanity first:

Dirge

from the author of From the Table

…here is 911...duck...it could be anywhere in the innards of any inner city...or out in the suburbia void...or the 911 could be farmed out to far off lands with cheap labour pools...who gives a duck...the query is where is 911 when you need it...or...really it matters the least where they are...has anyone called them yet?...the bleeding...what is that...it can’t be blood...it isn’t red...ugh...has someone called 911 yet?...where is my cellular...duck...I don’t have one...will someone please?...duck, duck, duck...why am I so leery of ducking ‘I’?...wasn’t there in Rehmat’s Pakistan...to me it spoke volumes...the I is volatile, dangerous, egoistic, hazardous, radio-active...a killer...to be handled with derisive wariness...and is invariably always mishandled...tends to run amuck...living we don’t learn to handle the handles...colloquial?...so be it...the downfall of many is the mistreatment of their I’s...eyes, too...we seldom exercise full control over...use?...no control...has more premeditated deliberate-ness about it...almost a casual death wish at times...so imperceptible yet so distinct...like animals I have been cursed...to hear what normal folks cannot...so...why cannot we duck this I?...oh, we inadvertently and unknowingly do try...my query was on a conscious level... why don’t we make an effort at least?...or hit the delete button on the ego control panel more often?...has someone called 911?...yeh kya keh rahi hay?...nahin...kya likh rahi hay...so easy it is to drown in a sea of I’s...living we don’t realise how dead we are...so...so from Ayesha’s table I rose and went to that newer sub-division of the newer city...she wasn’t there...then went to the older area of the older city...what is it with folks...is yaari only upon demand?...there I go on yet other I’s...ensconced, elevated and protected and well fed egos begging love and understanding when they need it...am sure of this.. this will be read...every word...am unsure of my response...will cross that bridge if and when we come to it...so...it is nice to be dead...you can cross frontiers and time zones instantaneously and effortlessly...saw you in the older city, uncomplaining...and others...then came back here...pain and hurts abound and attract me...so I go from pain to hurt...and digression to digression...pain to perceptions of it...the p...and loyalty, love, life...make it l... the p & l of life....it is not an accountant’s statement...it is the balance of life...our paramount individual life...digressions...they are getting to be associated...almost a trade mark...not copyrighted...interesting how most of us claim exclusivity over pains...our pains are ‘it’...they stand out... overwhelm any pain down the centuries...ugh!...as if we own the patents..... number 098765432123456789....worldwide...little do we know mother of all pains has enough off-springs to satisfy the needs of several worlds for several millenniums...we should all re-learn the fine art of reading...between the lines...what makes us think our pain is greater than others?...yours greater than hers...or his...or...greater or smaller...I suppose the intensity is what matters...affects on individuals...or the perceptions of painful effects...when we come to this realisation it becomes easier to share the pain...to deaden the effects...digression over...in that room can see all of you...sometimes together...other times separately or with others...smoke, music, small talk, animated discussions, engrossing, engrossed, bites and biting...is that innocent looking hurt you by the pillar?...or is that...who is that in the corner?... and the one over there?...in that corner...in that other city...or the one across mountains?...so when did we learn life ducks?...almost with an inaudible sigh...life heads life...haha...and moves...dissolving...perceptions in perceptions of pain...as in yours, hers, his, mine, theirs...same with loyalty...again...perceptions as in perceptions of loyalty...as in yours, hers, his, mine, theirs...same subjectiveness...then why this inability to reason and add perspective?...why this urge for the blood to flow...that is the ultimate cop out....mother of all surrenders...have you not learned the greatest lesson is to love pain to make it disappear?...not blood letting...what is taking them so long?...irony is once you learn to love pain it doesn’t hurt...but if you love love it hurts...oh how... and in how many different ways...the flow is easing a little...am not a medic...but the pale face means you are gathering your bags...damn those medics...please wait, can’t you for a few more minutes?...what is that oozing out in spurts?...it is not red...why this urge to embrace the great equalizer...that is what death is...the final, ultimate, unalterable frontier...but not so...see I went there and came back...but from experience I can tell you...living in death is dull...there are no anguishes, scars, fights, victories after death...I hate the monotony...of course there may be millions enjoying their houris...but thanks not for me...I’d rather be alive...but then I was never satisfied here either...so it may well be all conjectural...the meaning is always elusive...whatever it is...just beyond grasp...kuch samajh nahiN aata....jaisay yeh paRRhnay kay baad hum ko kuch samajh nahiN aata... and hopefully tumko bhee...and how...and having experienced peace I cannot recommend it either...the ultimate nirvana is not for everyone...certainly not for a bhatakti rooh...and no...I don’t tell tales...not the same ones...crap or ghost...not for me, both...forget the shirt...it is all over the rug now...will meet sooner than July...

for bina

bina:

let's leave God out of here
he is neither here, nor there
(just everywhere)
what do you know about pain?
which pain survives for how long?
which pain outlasts ashes, dust?
my ache for the other karbala
is that real or dogma induced?
in a year or two, or ten
your pain will faint away
fade away, and if i were to ask
you will have to search the archives

***

binoo:

a clarification
no! make it an apology
upon reflection
i do appear to be unfair to bina
to have singled out only her
did not mean the way i did
should have known, indeed do know
her sensitive side

will blame my exuberant skeptic self
for the faux pas
meant to express this cynically:
we tend to forget pain and suffering
---time, distance, memory, closeness
they all contribute to dull and dilute
visceral pain

hope you forgive, friend.

A linguistic study of Urdu - intizar hussain

A linguistic study of Urdu




By Intizar Hussain

THE book I am going to talk about may be taken as a charge sheet against the Muslim writers of Urdu as a whole. In fact, the very literary tradition of Urdu has been dubbed as one with a deep bias against Hindus and their religion and mythology.

The book cannot be dismissed as the figment of unhealthy imagination of some religious crank. The man who has brought out this charge sheet is the distinguished Urdu scholar Dr Giyan Chand Jain, who commands great respect in Urdu circles because of his valuable contribution to the researchers in Urdu. In fact his newly-published book Aik Bhasha Dau Likhawat Dau Adab (one language with two scripts and two literary traditions) was meant to be a researching study of Urdu language with reference to its linguistic relationship with Hindi.

This study is very much there. But, unfortunately, it has been overshadowed by the emotional outbursts of the esteemed scholar. No doubt, he has a case to fight for, but while raising serious questions about the biased attitude of some Muslim writers, who are not short in number, he could not keep him cool. Setting aside the objectivity a scholar is expected to possess, he allows himself to be swayed by anger and partisanship. So how unfortunate that this book, what had primarily aimed at a linguistic study of Urdu in relation to Hindi, will now be read in a different light.

It seems that something bitter was brewing for long in the heart of Dr Jain. He had an acute feeling that the Hindu writers, who happen to be in minority in the literary world of Urdu, fail to get the recognition and appreciation they deserve because of the bias of the Muslim writers who enjoy a majority. And he tells us that Kalidas Gupta Raza too, a distinguished Ghalibian scholar, shared this feeling with him.

Dr Jain is also very unhappy with those Hindu scholars and intellectuals who are held in high esteem in the Urdu circles, such as Dr Tara Chand, Dr Malik Ram, Sir Taij Bahadur Sapru, and Jagan Nath Azad. Recalling that at one time Maulana Abul Kalam Azad was branded as show-boy of Congress, he brands these personalities as show-boys of Urdu. Dr Tara Chand stands condemned for the reason of his being, according to his estimation, pro-Muslim and pro-Islam. As for Malik Ram, he observes “I will not call him an imposture. Rather he is a coward.”

While talking about the origin and development of Urdu Dr Jain says that we need not turn to Arabic and Persian in this respect. Urdu as a language is rooted elsewhere. We are required to trace back its roots in Prakrits, Upbharinsh, Pali, Sanskrit. Hindi Scholars, according to him, have deeply probed into these sources and, in consequence, have produced studies of high merit, while as compared to them, Urdu researchers appear “Jahil-i-Mutlaq”.

He confesses that he too carried with him this legacy of ignorance. It was only after reading the works of Hindi scholars that he has been able to shake off this ignorance a little.

In fact, here he is seen giving vent to his belated anger against Urdu-wallas for what he regards their intolerant attitude during pre-partition Urdu-Hindi controversy. He has, in particular, censured Maulvi Abdulhaq for what he sees as a vilification campaign against Gandhiji on the basis of a concocted statement attributed to him. Gandhiji is supposed to have said that Urdu is Muslims’ religious language. It is written in Quranic letters. So it is for Muslims to preserve and promote it if they feel concerned for it.

Dr Jain asserts that Gandhiji never said so. Maulvi Sahib, he says, was hard of hearing. Someone from among his associates thought fit to concoct this statement and convey it to Maulvi Sahib, who readily believed it. But who was the mischief monger? Dr Jain quotes Mushfiq Khwaja saying that the man who did the mischief was Hakim Asrar Ahmad Kuraivi, the younger brother of Azam Kuraivi.

Dr Jain has not confined himself to the present times alone. The writers of the classical period too have been subjected to scathing criticism. In fact, the whole literary tradition of Urdu appears in the dock. His scholarly studies of classical writings have helped him much to prove his point. He has dug out a number of couplets from ghazals and masnavis and prose pieces from dastans, which, according to him, speak of Muslim writers’ derogatory attitude towards the religious beliefs of Hindus.

Such are the charges levelled by Dr Jain on Muslim writers in Urdu. I have tried to reproduce them in a nutshell avoiding any comment on my part. Of course, I sought comments from Shamsurrahman Farooq, who has been referred to time and again in this charge-sheet. “Yes I have read the book,” he said “and has plainly told him that ‘Jain, Tum nai jhak mari hai’”.

“But he has raised some serious questions, which ask for being taken seriously. Do you intend to write in response to the challenge thrown by him”.

“Yes, I will write about it”.

As it was a telephonic talk we could not discuss the book in detail.

Not that Dr Jain’s accusations are irrefutable. Frankly speaking, the esteemed scholar with his excessively sensitive nose smells out something derogatory to Hindu faith even in places which hardly bear any trace of it. But the crux of the matter is that a scholar after his life long study of Urdu literature has arrived at some conclusions holding Muslim writers as bigots with a derogatory attitude towards Hindus and their religious beliefs.

He invites his contemporary Muslim scholars to correct him if they feel him wrong in his findings. That may be seen as a challenge couched in polite words. So we should better leave it to our distinguished scholars to take up the questions raised by him seriously and meet the challenge in a scholarly way.

tanhaee

tanhaee bhee ajeeb hay
akelay aatay haiN aur
akelay hee chalay jatay haiN

kabhi tanhai ki tanhai
kabhi hujoom ki tanhai
marti hay humaiM

yeh sub souchnay waalouN ka
dard e pareena hay aur bus

for hamidm

#2911 Shut Up, He Explained on August 24, 2000
hamidm #10

[n Praise of Temporal]

Was it an encomium or panegyric? Or was it a monody (marsia) epicede, threnody or dirge?

Shall I demand a palinode?

(And yes, I had a memorable spinster too, a Dutch-Goan, with a cute dimpled smile who specialised in showing young minds in formative ages what hell could be on earth much before the big beards blared from atop the pulpits about the anti-paradise usually after salivating over the houris and those young ones.)

god and china

hamidm

...for what it is worth...…you are not getting senile...…just old!...like all of us...one day at a time....except....(ho ho ho....won't even venture near there;)

…as for this poem...will let the poet do the talking if he feels up to it...i can only share two anecdotes:

1:...(yes, it must be age) forget whether it was ezra pound or robert frost...after a session with university students one bright fellow picked out an obscure poem of theirs and wanted the poet to elaborate...the poet deliberated for a few moments then said. "son, when I wrote it only two people knew what it meant...today only the lord knows the meaning"

2:...when Nixon arrived at the great wall on his breakthrough mission to china, little school children greeting his motorcade and presented flowers...not one to miss a photo-op Nixon launched into a long reminisce about when he was young growing up in california...took him about 15 minutes to finish off his impromptu narration...all this while the Chinese "interpreter" was listening intently without taking any notes...after Nixon finished his narration the chinese interpreter spoke a few sentences to the children and they all burst into applause...

...intrigued nixon later asked his american interpreter to reinterpret the Chinese interpreter word for word... this is what he said "the great and honourable president of the united states of America has told you a great story about his childhood...please applaud loudly"

...so my dear hamidm…oh never mind!

trouble

sana:

trouble with things
'too much or too little'
good or bad
when left unused
they decay and rot

produce
product
friendship
love
when left unused
they decay and rot

with music none

when i read this from aamir's i-log...

We are no longer children and the accretions of our adult lives require us to articulate certain truths with an honesty whose ferocity frightens us. So, shirking that responsibility, we cling to a culture of self-deception, of hurt masquerading as humor, inebriation as wit, vanity as intellect. We think because our minds can climb the meanings of big words we are wise and mature, not knowing that it’s the little words that really defeat us. Everyone is familiar with the erudite incantations of postmodernism but what does it mean to be you? I can talk comfortably about existentialism but do I know how many selves the single letter I contains? Can I name them?

i was reminded of an old poem with music none

which went something like this:

let's sing a song
with music none
let's sing a song
with no sounds
just ethereal silence
soaring spreading
soothing magic...

(will try to find the poem and if i succeed will post it here)

aamir in the composition of life silence is a necessary punctuation mark...blessed are those who can hit the pause button...and savor certain experiences…like some malangs do;)...(even tho' some near ones find it aggravating...others hopeless, lost and puzzling;))

...to look at the pigeons feeding in the park...a child take those first stumbling steps...the sun setting or rising over the horizon....lovers strolling on the beach in the distant...their charming obliviousness…the grateful smile that flickers when someone is given an unexpected reprieve...the determined thrust of commuters at a (road or) subway intersection...biking or walking the trail immersed in thoughts...remembering a passage, music or song and dropping everything to retrieve and enjoy it yet again...and above all the puzzled look of the straight achievers who cannot understand this bizarre detours from the conventional path...

…and from this perch…..unblessed are those whose life is conventional, straight and mechanical…

dignifying death

...only when we respect living can we dignify death


News headline: 44 killed in Quetta...closer read...over 44 shias were killed...in an imambargah while they were praying

...what is it with us? why do we value life so little?...yes there are other hot spots in the world...Liberia, ruwanda, southern phillipines, chechenya, iraq, but am more concerned with paksitan...what is it with us?...we respect neither the living nor the dead...and we are so intolerant to boot...

...asked this question a year and half ago to a room full of post graduate students of the islamic studies department at a major university in pakistan...why are we so intolerant?...earlier i had illustrated intolerance by giving an example...sometime earlier...in the city of lahore the sunnis had sprayed machine gun fire in a shia graveyard where some 40-50 mourners gathered to bury the dead were killed...the next day the shias attacked a gathering of sunnis praying inside a mosque...tit for tat...wonder if the sunnis and shias prayed to sunni and shia Allah?...

'why are we so intolerant?' drew no answer from the otherwise voluble students...the silence was deafening...

...life is a precious gift…an imanat...a trust...we cannot violate that trust...last night had visitors...i recalled that poet who had written a poem praising the palestinian suicide bombers...and my dismay upon hearing it...life is precious and should never be given away so violently no matter what the cause...this visitor said he understands playing with life in certain cases…like what?...oh the fedayeen in Kashmir...you mean the terrorists? no, fedayeen...i reiterated...no cause is worthy enough to give one’s life...then he said it has been done all through the ages...give me examples...masada, gallipolli, khemkaran, the Indian assault on point 428 (or some other hill) and other names he reeled off...i countered that dare-devil attacks against formidable enemy presence with certain death staring in the faces is not suicide bombing...that is a different...it could be an offensive or defensive act for the sake of nation or even a cause...but there is a difference between strapping explosives and blowing yourself up and assaulting an enemy position when you are outnumbered...

...only when we respect living can we dignify death...

on karachi

bina:

am not sure who told me this first...my late mother...god bless her...or a teacher in school...'if it (words or advice) hurts, take the truth and throw away the rest'...

...so the time's reporter saw the glass half empty...

...karachi will live forever in the heart of this karachite...but based on what you reported....this could be about any third world city…karachi being a microcosm of the country...your comments, his/her comments can be extrapolated to the entire country...

...beg to differ with you...this time for real...a digression first...when i was growing up the houses had low walls or hedges...then sometime later we saw four or five feet brick walls...that were raised to six and seven feet...and later even higher...and in some instances and localities topped with barbed wires and monitoring cameras and alarms and of course the now mandatory7/24 armed guards...will call this the siege mentality...it has permeated the core of our society...

...(another digression: you may ask this may be a description of the elites but this does not reflect the reality for the poor...to which i would say...yes, but their ramparts are different, their guards are different...just as their needs…their need for safety is partly fulfilled through religious and ethnic association...the local mafia, gangs, parties, madaris)

...folks across the SM divide could be sensitive, caring, almost normal in terms of their personal feelings and relationships...but collectively and largely they are almost immune to the needs of the larger whole that lives across the proverbial different sides of the bridges, rivers and tracks…(this in no way negates the works of Shehri, CPLC, Edhi, and other admirable NGOs and organizations...but collectively it is a pittance and an insult to the suffering masses)...

this siege mentality of those blessed with wealth and power...and now i am talking of the country not the city, if you forgive...is what will lead to a quake...a leveling storm...sooner or later...please make no mistake...our situation...our divide is far worse than appears in other third world cities/countries...

bagh maiN hungami ijlas

sobia:

Baagh Main Hungami Ijlaas

aao bachcho bagh chalaiN, baagh chalian
kuch ghoomaiN, ga'aiN aur tafrih karaiN
arey wahaN dekho woh shore kaisa?
bhindi bhee hay, baigun bhee, pyaz bhee
sabziyouN ka mushaira ho goya
sub ko yehi rog thaa kay yeh aadmi
bhook ko apni mitanay kay lyay
ain aalam e shabab maiN oonki jaan
aag say, kabhi oobaltay paani say
aur kabhi kachcha hee khaa jatay haiN
yeh mard-aurat zaat dil walay kahaaN
gar dil hota to hassaaas na hotay?
srif pait ki bhook hay meh'wur inka
jaaNwar kha'aye aur sabzi phul kha'aye
kabhi tou aadmi aadmi ko kha'aye!

sabziyouN ki yeh katha'aiN sunn kar
meh e hairaan raha buhat daire tuk
laikin jub ghalba bhook ka hu'a
kabaab kay saath pyaz bhee kha gaya!

always running

June 30, 2003

running...running...from-to...always


this morning read some thoughts penned by rafi mustafa: On Bonds of Nightmare

an excerpt follows:

After all these years, the memory of my mother running for her life along a dirt road still haunts me in my nightmares. I was only six years old and could only run so fast. We were running for our life to cross the border from India into Pakistan. I was told that Pakistan was our new country….As I am turning sixty, that dirt road is still a part of my life. am still running desperately to get hold of my mother. In my nightmares I am always six years old. ...At times I see an Israeli settler running for cover with his child under his arm. Are his nightmares any different from mine or from those of a Palestinian mother carrying the lifeless body of her baby and crying with despair? I see images of a mother in strife-torn Africa carrying her child whose life is coming to end due to starvation. I once met a holocaust survivor, the grandmother of someone I knew. I wanted to ask her about her nightmares. Then I remember the face of an Iraqi woman running on a deserted street in Baghdad during a bombing run. Her mouth is wide open and her eyes are bulging with terror. Does she have the same nightmares as that little Vietnamese
girl with napalm burns, running naked on a street in Saigon, crying for help?

At times I feel that all these people are related to me. We share a common bond - the bond of nightmares

***

...as i was reading about it i thought life is a perpetual run...running towards something...running away from something...we do this till we catch up with death...or death is doing the running all this while and when it catches up with us...the game ends and restarts...sometimes our running is blended and fired by enthusiasm and eagerness...sometimes with despair...monotony...zest...disillusionment...but whatever a given emotion...we run...we run…till we stop or are stopped...nightmares of rafi Mustafa is one aspect of it...

feeling good and spreading goodness

June 26, 2003

feeling good and spreading goodness

there is an interesting discussion on conversions….am surprised no one has yet pointed out the zeal…the renewed zeal of the born-again bordering on fanaticism!…this would be internal conversion…

…being wired as we are…allegedly as human beings…we profess to follow or not follow the faith we were born into as we grow up…the degree of adherence and questioning varies…and this is lifelong…the only individuals who consciously suppress this questioning and follow blindly are the die-hards and they are condemned harshly by all good and thinking individuals world wide…

re religion or outlook in the end only this matters: if you feel good and if you spread goodness…if your faith or whatever dictum you profess to follow in life does not enhance your life and the life of those around you then it is suspect…

…this simple temporal test is applicable to all of us…those who are born into any faith or belief system and those who later in life reject it, modify it, or accept another faith or set of beliefs…you must feel good and spread goodness (happiness) around…during this temporal sojourn…

...this is the best set of core values available now...local franchise enquiries welcome:)

ya alla

shandy: wrong approach...won't work…(shaking me head) ...try this: ablute and after sunset prayer, face towards mecca, hands raised, heads bowed repeat in chorus

Ya Allaa:


tu BaRa meharbaan hay
tu baRa rahim hay
so'onn lay humari du'aaiN

Ya Allaa:

naik hidayat day
nakhuda-ouN ko
naik hidayat day

khudadad mamlukat e Pakistan kay
tamam chotay baRay nakhoodaouN ko
tu sirat e mustaqeem dikha

islamabad, karachi aur sind
kay sub na-khudaouN ko
naik hidayat day
naik raah dikha
woh mul'k, soobay aur sheh'r ki kashti
theek say chala'aiN

zul'm karain na honay daiN
ad'l o insaaf qayaam karaiN

aur haaN AllaamiaN
is tail ka bhee kuch ilaj kar!

*nakhooda: captain

chekov part ii zia

Zia Mohyeddin column

Notes towards the understanding of Chekhov Part II

When you think of the beginning of The Three Sisters, with Olga describing the past, and the ending of the play, again with Olga talking of the future, you cannot help thinking that it is a musical structure. The themes and counter-themes -- with refrains -- weave in and out to create a symphonic work. (I am, of course, assuming that you have seen the play, or read it). Olga's last speech, part of which I have quoted, winds up and rounds off the story of The Three Sisters much as the close of a symphony.

Uncle Vanya is the least well-known of Chekhov's four dramatic masterpieces (The Seagull, The Three Sisters and The Cherry Orchard are the better known). It is a remarkable play, not least because it exists in two versions. The earlier version, The Wood Demon, is an immature draft.

It is only when you have read both versions that you are able to discover the direction of Chekhov's development as a superb craftsman. The Wood Demon is a melodramatic farce. It tells the story of three couples; a pompous, vain professor and his young wife, Helen; Khrushchov, a local doctor nicknamed The Wood Demon because of his passion for forestry, and Sonya, the professor's daughter by his first marriage; and a young man and woman named Fyodor and Julia. Then there is George Voynitsky, the brother of the professor's first wife, who was later named Vanya. The action consists to a great extent in the banal crisscrossing of amorous interests.

The plot of The Wood Demon centres on property. The estate is the dowry of Voynitysky's sister, the professor's first wife. The present owner is the daughter from the first marriage, Sonya. The professor who has sponged off his in-laws all his life, calls it "our estate" and declares his plans to sell it so that he and his young wife can live in style in a Finnish villa.

It is the shock of this proposal, coming on top of his discovery that the professor in whom he has so long believed is an intellectual fraud -- coming on top of his infatuation with the professor's wife -- that drives Voynitsky (Vanya in the later play) to suicide, which is pure melodrama.

But for the initial situation, Chekhov revised everything in Uncle Vanya. Vanya does not shoot himself; he fires his pistol at the professor and misses. Helen does not run away from her husband. He decides to leave and she goes with him. Astrov (Khrushchov in The Wood Demon) does not love Sonya; he and she live in isolation. The hapless Vanya is neither dead nor in a condemned cell; but he is not happy.

The four people who emerge as protagonists in Uncle Vanya are different from their prototypes in The Wood Demon. Sonya still loves Astrov but her love is not returned; they resign themselves to a life of labour without love. The framework of the play is the attractive pattern of arrival and departure; the action is what happens in the short space of time between the arrival of the professor and his wife in their country estate and their departure from it.

The big moment, the climax of the play when the professor announces his intention to sell the estate (death knell for Vanya who has sweated all his life to pay off the mortgage) is, in fact, an anti-climax. Vanya's futile attempt to shoot the professor does not make the professor change his mind because he had begun to change it already. The old routine resumes its sway. The dramatic irony is that things that all these years seemed to be so, are really so, and will remain so.

Chekhov's characters do not dream only of what could never be; they dream of what their lives actually could have been. Astrov who moves us because we can readily feel how fully human he might have been, how he has dwindled under the influence of country life from a thinker to a crank. He says to Helen in the last scene:

"It is strange somehow -- we've got to know each other, and all at once for some reason -- we shall never meet again. So it is with everything in the world."

If Vanya is the ruin of a man of principle, "Waffles", the pseudo-intellectual, is the parody of one. Uncle Vanya is about youth and age, innocence and sophistication, feeling and apathy, use and waste, freedom and captivity, life and death. Other dramatists too, have tried to encapsulate these concepts (antithesis, if you like) but none has been able to weave them in with such subtlety and irony.

Uncle Vanya is a battleground of two conflicting impulses -- the impulse to destroy and the impulse to create. Vanya's destructive passion reaches a pseudo-climax in his pistol-shots culminating in bitter resignation. Astrov's creative passion has found no outlet. His ending is the same as Vanya's -- isolation. In this funny-peculiar world the destructive passions do not destroy and the creative passions do not create.

Chekhov's plays are made up of a series of family gatherings, tea-drinking, arrivals, departures, meals, dances, casual conversations. What makes his plays seem most formless is precisely the means by which he achieves a strict form. He presents his action not in a centralised manner, but obliquely, indirectly.

The arrival and departure is one of the most indispensable elements of a Chekhov play. In The Cherry Orchard it gives him a fine dramatic opening and an ending of great poignancy. In The Seagull it provides him with a magnificent climax in the third act and helps him to heighten the suspense in the last. And in Uncle Vanya it enables him to contrive a most moving anti-climax.

Chekhov created a kind of recognition which is all his own. In Ibsen, the terrible thing is that the surface of everyday life is a smooth deception. In Chekhov, the terrible thing is that the surface of everyday life is itself a kind of tragedy. Nobody's future at the end of the play is as good or bad at it might be; nobody is conclusively loving or hating. Chekhov avoids the black and the white, the tragic and the comic. He is a master of halftone, and the tragicomic.

Chekhov's theatre is psychological. The fate of his characters is unsettled because that is Chekhov's view of truth. Nobody dies; nobody is paired off. His view is that life knows no ending, happy or tragic. I read somewhere that Shaw once congratulated Chekhov on the discovery that the tragedy of the Hedda Gablers is, in real life, precisely that they do not shoot themselves.

Concluded

jay parables

(for jay thackery the unmitigated bigot on chowk)

Since you so love parables:

Let me share with you the story of this Keralite Brahmin.

One day when KB was three or four and playing in the courtyard a provoked rooster fought back and attacked him. KB was frightened of roosters ever since. He genuinely believed that roosters are out to swallow him.

KB comes to States, graduates, returns to marry a beautiful Keralite girl KG. She soon discovers his phobia of roosters. Reasons with him. Rationality in this respect takes her nowhere. Eventually she nudges him to seek psychiatric help. Thus enters KP in the parable.

KB has scores of sessions with KP. KP tries hard to overcome KB's resistance. One day he tried to use simple reasoning. He brings in a rooster in a cage, points at the rooster's mouth and asks KB, "Look at yourself and look at this mouth, how can this rooster swallow you?"

An unconvinced and adamant KB replied, "Dr. you know it, I know it, but the rooster does not know it. Given the chance he will swallow me."

Good luck with your foibles and phobias re Tri Nitro Whatever and obsessive fault findings and knee jerk reactions.

fahmida riaz - rakhshanda jalil

IN CONVERSATION

`There is something sacred about art'

RAKHSHANDA JALIL

Fahmida Riaz, Pakistani poet, on what it means to be a woman, a poet and a socially conscious person.

Different frameworks: Fahmida Riaz does not think of herself as a rebel.

Everywhere your command is supreme
Except over this woman impure
No prayer crosses her lips
No humility touches her brow.


As though it isn't difficult enough being a Pakistani woman poet, if you also happen to be a feminist, a progressive, an iconoclast and a passionate crusader for human rights, life, obviously, is none too easy. But Fahmida Riaz, who defies easy descriptions and repressive regimes with the same nonchalant ease, is used to paying the price for her defiance. A voice to reckon with in the world of Urdu literature, she has a substantial body of work. Her poetry collections include Patthar ki Zaban, Badan Dareeda, Dhoop, Kya Tum Poora Chand Na Dekh Paaoge, Hamrakab and Aadmi ki Zindagai. She has published several collections of short stories and novels such as Godavari, set in India and Zinda Bahar Lane, based on Bangladesh, translations from Sindhi poetry as well as some marvellously nuanced prose writings such as Zinda Bahar — a travelogue-cum-autobiography-cum-history of the Indian subcontinent. She was given the Himmett-Hellman award by Human Rights Watch, New York, in 1997. She was in Delhi recently to attend a seminar on Progressive Writers' Movement at Jamia Millia Islamia. Excerpts from an interview...


Has the rebel inside you mellowed?

I never thought of myself as a rebel. A poet, a writer has a different mental framework. One writes what one feels strongly about. I feel strongly about so many things even now. But with the passage of time one discovers certain aspects to even old notions. One is less stubbornly sure. Take religion, for instance. Earlier, I thought it was a human invention. Now I tend to think, may be it was a discovery.

Do you regard yourself as a feminist?

Very much so. But feminism has so many interpretations. What it means for me is simply that women, like men, are complete human beings with limitless possibilities. They have to achieve social equality, much like the Dalits or the Black Americans. In the case of women, it is so much more complex. I mean, there is the right to walk on the road without being harassed. Or to be able to swim, or write a love poem, like a man without being considered immoral. The discrimination is very obvious and very subtle, very cruel and always inhuman.

A woman, a poet, a socially conscious person living in a society that has more than its share of repressive regimes — how do you cope with this triple whammy? Does one or the other of these cave in?

I think all these attributes that you give me so generously, thanks for these compliments, emanate from one another. They exist as a whole. So if one caves in, the others also go with it. I learnt this when I lived in India. It is a wonderful Indian philosophical formulation that the layers of existence are so rooted in one another that if we change one the others also change.

Let's talk a little about your poems themselves... Some of your most ideologically driven poems are also some of the most beautiful, most poignant among your oeuvre. How do you manage this co-mingling, this coming together of ideology and poetry?

Are they? Thanks. I suppose one should be totally sincere in one's art, and uncompromising. There is something sacred about art that cannot take violation. One should read extensively to polish expression. I read Platts' Urdu-Hindi to English Dictionary like a book of poems. I love words.

I am struck by the use of Hindi in your nazms. Living in Pakistan, where and how did you pick up Hindi? Was it also a deliberate decision to not use the more stylised, literary, Persianised equivalents preferred by earlier poets?

Well, since we live in Sindh, I thought we should try to bring Urdu closer to Sindhi. It was also some kind of nostalgia. But then I got all these words from early Urdu poetry and modern poets like Miraji. I could not read Hindi before I lived here and that was in 1981. All the Hindi diction poems were written before that. But I use Persian and Arabic words liberally when I want to. I think that is the joy of Urdu. Whichever way, it remains Urdu.

Your collection, Badan Dareeda, created a furore because of its uninhibited exploration of female sexuality. Is there anything in that collection that you would re-write now, or would you write in the same unabashed way?

Do you mean in the same shameless way? (laughs). I think I may yet have something to say in that direction. Writing is easy. No problem there. Afterwards you face the music. Well, I seem to have survived through all that. The furore dies down after a while. The poem lives on.

Can a poet, or a creative writer, truly make a difference to society, to the way people think or the way governments work?

Everything makes a difference. It may not be immediately perceptible. How else do you think society changes?

Rakhshanda Jalil is Media Coordinator, Jamia Millia Islamia, New Delhi

mar'd ki taaqat

for sajal

mar'd ki taaqat

mar'd ki taaqat teen* alfaaz ko
dohranay maiN nehaaN nahiN

mard ki taaqat zul'm maiN nahiN
pyar o ad'l , barabari
aur haqooq ki ja'ez taqsim
maiN hay pOsheeda


*talaq

jonty on naipaul

June 25, 2003

read this on jís blog and commented on itÖhe repliedÖand i replied backÖthat is where things stand nowÖshall post his response when i receive it laterÖ

J:6/16 excerpt from jís blog

"For VS Naipaul, 'finding the centre' has been an important part of his journey as a writer. Taking my first steps as a writer, I could argue, has involved the inverse process: seeking out the periphery. I find it difficult to fill these words with any meaning. The Muslim world (of which I have written a small section about) is at the centre of our gaze as never before; 'subcontinent' literature (Narayan, Rushdie, now Seth, Mistry and so on) has always been more than a speck on my reading horizon, and many authors are firmly within the literary establishment; and in any case, what do we have, at the notional centre, to set against the periphery - VS Naipaul, writing about Wiltshire?" Monica Ali, author of the novel Brick Lane in an article entitled "Where I'm coming from"

t:6/17

hi jonathan:

i found her last para summation powerful...

Of course, any literary endeavour must be judged on the work alone. It stands or falls on its own merits regardless of the colour, gender and so on of the author. A male author does not need "permission" to write about a female character, a white author does not transgress in taking a black protagonist. But the "two camp" split in my case brings me back to the idea of the periphery. How can I write about a community to which I do not truly belong? Perhaps, the answer is I can write about it because I do not truly belong. Growing up with an English mother and a Bengali father means never being an insider. Standing neither behind a closed door, nor in the thick of things, but rather in the shadow of the doorway, is a good place from which to observe. Good training, I feel, for life as a writer. --Monica ali

...thanks for the link...as for naipaul...in an certain sense (veni, vidi...) he sought, he saw, he did not like it...therefore he turned rejectionist ...

J:6/18 center & periphery Ö & rejection

Ali gets Naipaul wrong, I think, in talking about his "finding the centre". It is a personal centre Naipaul has sought, unceasingly, through the decades; seeking to understand (more so than to be understood - in fact he is positively misunderstood by many). And he has sought to find this centre, I think, by exploring the colonial periphery - first his own Trinidad, and the West Indies, then India and Asia, Africa and the Americas.
The "notional centre" Ali mentions, meaning the Wiltshire Naipaul decribes in The Enigma Of Arrival, is quite something else entirely.

As for Naipaul as rejectionist, t, care to expand? Do you mean in the way Caryl Phillips and Edward Said mean when they describe Naipaul's contempt for his origins? Or is it contempt for the second rate, for the wrong values, for lack of ambition, for pettiness, for cynicism; a rejection of, and desire to escape, Fate? To be free to reinvent oneself, and become?


t:6/18 donít now if this would help

this is my readÖand i may be wrongÖbut it is a mix of everythingÖlet me see if i can elaborateÖwhat was the heading in that monica ali piece?Öwhere am i coming from?Öwell, naipaulís search for naipaul was a genuine attempt at tracing roots and finding some answers initiallyÖdonít we all indulge in that introspection at some stage in our lives?Öand as he probed and learned perhaps he did not like what he found ( ok this is my conjecture but Edward Said has elaborated on itÖCaryl Phillips had added insights with his long association with naipaul)

Öhere enters FateÖor perhaps notÖbut he does appear too cynical, and also trying too hard to reinvent himselfÖwhy one wondersÖif not for the dissatisfaction arising from the earlier probing answers in searching for the roots?Öor we can attribute it all to his fickle nature?Öis it Fate that conjures with the individualís nature to make the glass appear half full or half emptyÖand does the individual abdicates all control in this outlook decision?Ösure we need ëanchorsíÖto ëcenterí ourselvesÖbut this positioning of the self comes with reference to bearingsÖbe they social, local, present or mired in pastÖdonít know of any other wayÖ

one more excerpt

June 17, 2003 one more excerpt

ìOf course, any literary endeavour must be judged on the work alone. It stands or falls on its own merits regardless of the colour, gender and so on of the author. A male author does not need "permission" to write about a female character, a white author does not transgress in taking a black protagonist. But the "two camp" split in my case brings me back to the idea of the periphery. How can I write about a community to which I do not truly belong? Perhaps, the answer is I can write about it because I do not truly belong. Growing up with an English mother and a Bengali father means never being an insider. Standing neither behind a closed door, nor in the thick of things, but rather in the shadow of the doorway, is a good place from which to observe. Good training, I feel, for life as a writer.î

monica ali

thanks to jonathan: (http://jonathanali.blogspot.com/)

an excerpt

June 17, 2003

an excerpt from a preface

here is an excerpt from the introduction to an Urdu Classic written in 1880s:

ìQaum ki halat tabah hay. Aziz zaleel hogai haiN. Ilm ka khaatma ho chukka hay. Deen ka srif naam baqi hay. Iflaas ki ghar ghar pukar hay. Pait kay charouN taraf duhai hay. Ikhlaque bilkul bigaR gaíaaye haiN aur bigaRtay jatay haiN. Taíasísoob ki ghanghoor ghata tamam qaum per chaíee hui hay. Rasím-o-riwaaj ki baiRi aik aik kay paouN main paRi hay. Jihalat aur Taqleed sub ki gardun per sawar hay. Umíraa, jo quam ko buhat kuch faida pohancha sakhtay hain ghafil aur bay perwa haiN. Ulema, jin ko qaum ki islah main buhat baRa dakhal hay, zamanay ki zarooratouN aur maslehatouN say naíwaaqif haiN. Aisay main jis say jo kuch bun aaíaye tou behtar hay, warna hum sub aik hee naío main sawar haiN, aur sari naío ki salamati humari salamti hayî


does it sound ever so familiar?Ödo you know who wrote this?Öcan you name the book?

Öit is an eerieÖdejavu feeling one getsÖlife was different in 1880sÖgeo-political and social realities are vastly different nowÖbut if you can read and understand UrduÖthe conditions described by the author apply fully todayÖ

jub kashti saabit saalim thee saahil ki tamanna kis ko thee
ab aisi shikasta kashti maiN saahil ki tamanna kauN karay

just another sunday

June 15, 2003

just another sunday?


what is in a day? today is like any other dayÖwe wake up and smileÖfor we are aliveÖsometimes i wonderÖwhat if we sleep and never wake upÖbut guess we need a different medium to relate those experiencesÖ

last night in the mid sleep i groggily wrote a thought and am putting it hereÖwill let it gestate for a whileÖmaybe couple of good lines, part of a poem or article might emerge from this:

poucha oos shaukh nay
aap sawaal buhat kartay haiN
kaha hum nay bibi
jub sawal na hoNgay
hum bhee na hoNgay


ÖhmmÖthe last two lines are the heart of the matter...we live, we breathe, we queryÖ.we stop living, we stop queryingÖdo we learn from this lesson of living?Öand what?

Öhad a field day the other dayÖfound this alphabetical accordion fileÖand on an impulse collected some stored boxes and envelopes and files of bits and pieces of things had crawled or typedÖand forced myself to sort and file them alphabeticallyÖthe job is nearly finishedÖjust the sorting bitÖthen Ö khairÖin this endeavor came across a few poems and thoughts that were written god knows whenÖ some vaguely familiarÖothers strangely interestingÖdid i write this? did i experience that feeling?Öthe stuff there needs more sorting out and pruningÖwill share some of it here laterÖone thing that i can share here is thisÖit appears i have always been asking queriesÖspread over decadesÖquerying everythingÖand someÖmay be most of them still unresolved...

back to this dayÖopened the mail in anticipationÖdid not find what I was looking forÖjust a query from a friend to help a first time visitor to TO find accommodation for three monthsÖbut the day is not over yetÖand we live on hopeÖ

jub sawal na hoNgay
hum bhee nahiN hoNgay

Saturday, August 27, 2005

inward journey to pakistan

#3537 An Inward Journey to Pakistan - Part 2 on August 28, 1999
786
Navy Circuit House Lahore April 14, 1999

Mr. Kamran Akhtar Esqr.,
c/o Chowk House
Umrika.


Sir Ji:

Toosi apnay mohabbat namay ithay bhool gai'e ho ji. Fazlu Choora brought down seventeen postcards, a small packet, one book and a chinese painting.

It has been my honour and pleaurre to mail the postcard sir ji to Shandana ji and Bina ji
in Karachi. I am honouring to include the other fifteen postacard to you with this letter for your kind perusal ji.

Sir ji, toosi understand karo gay if I read your postacards ji. Aftur all if they were meant for private purposes, then sir ji you would have put them in a lafafa ji.

Ba'uji tusi Minar-e-Pakistan ka zikr kaisay karte hou. Kahan Minar-e-Pakistan kahan
Shiv lingham? Minar ka zikr tou khatam ho gaya Mukhtar Masud par. I have heard there is a lot of culture vulture in Umrika. If you can find Mukhtar Masud's Awaaz---e-Dost read the essay Minar-e-Pakistan. Those 37 pages will give you an inside, sorry, I mean insight into our khaab aur our haqeeqat. And then if you like, you can read the longer essay Kehat-tur-rejaal (absence or lack of talent).

You saw Lahore. You visited Abdul Rehman Chughtai's house, the Shahi Musjid, the Qilaa. You should have visited Hira Mandi that throbs in their shadows. This is where, sir ji, zinda d'lan-e-lahore apna ghum ghalat karnay aatay hain. You did not see Hira Mandi, you did not see nothing yet ji.

If you had irshad me, I would have lay jata aapko. Also to an'daroun-e-lahore, the narrow streets, old buildings, those doors. Away from them marbul farsh, I would have taken you to my ghareeb khana. My almost blind Ammi would have honourably made lassi for you. Khair phir aao toosi tay....

Sir Ji, tell me what to do with Charles Annesley's The Standard Operaglass. The thelay wala painting I throw in grabage. The small package of strawberry, blueberry, and organge flavoured condominiums don't know what to do. Yeh idhar fail hay sir ji, nahin chalta hay. If you want it, I can send it back ji.

This is my fust khat in inglish, sir ji, kooi ghalti hou to pardon me sir.

Your most obedient servant,

Ghulam Hussain Tarrrrrarrrr
Chief night Clerk.

reading list

10: The Grimace on My Face is Your Doing by M
9: Mujhse baat karo gay? by romair
8: You gay, me gay, they gay by scout
7: You gay, me gay, they gay - the sequel by DRUMZ
6: Let Me Tell You All About Jinnah - ylh
5: The Dormant Masochist in Me by St. Gujju
4: Square Dancing In Mosque Courtyard, Not! by M. Fazlurrehman
3: Can DNA Research Fix Bad Driving Genes by (in agonisingly blank verse) by t
2: How To Kill Without Words by A. Bullet
1: All You Ever Wanted To Know About Jinnah But Were Afraid To Ask by Dukhtar e Ylh

savarkar - a g noorani

ANALYSIS

A national hero?

A.G. NOORANI

The issue of Savarkar conceals within it potent vials of poison which will destroy India's nationalism and its democracy unless it is exposed boldly and resolutely.



"The writing of history is the royal road to the definition of a country and the identity of a society is in large part a function of historical interpretation."

- Edward Said


NO sooner had it grabbed power at the Centre under the guise of the National Democratic Alliance (NDA), the Bharatiya Janata Party decided on a systematic rewriting of India's history because it was determined to carry out its plans to redefine India as a Hindu state in all but name and so mould the identity of Indian society that, over time, even the pretence of secularism could be discarded. The issue of V.D. Savarkar's place in the history of India's struggle for freedom was raised only recently in that context. It is central to that insidiously sordid exercise.



THE HINDU PHOTO LIBRARY

V.D. Savarkar.

Appraisal of the role of any figure in history is always a challenge to intellectual integrity and competences, particularly when the record is a mixed one. Savarkar was born in 1883 and died in 1966. His inspiring work The First Indian War of Independence - 1857 was published in London in 1909. Arrested on charges of abetment of murders, waging war against the British Crown and so on, he escaped through the port-hole of the ship, which was to bring him to Mumbai, when it anchored at Marseilles, but was captured on French soil by British pursuers. This and the Anglo-French litigation that followed gave him a halo of heroism. Savarkar was tried by a Special Tribunal of three of the best Judges - the Chief Justice of the Bombay High Court Sir Basil Scott, Sir John Heaton and Sir Narayan G. Chandavarkar, an eminent educationist.

He was sentenced to transportation for life and sent to Port Blair in the Andamans on July 4, 1911. Unknown to the public and even to his family, he sent a mercy petition before the year ended. Savarkar wrote Hindutva in 1923 on his return to India. It propounded the two-nation theory, 16 years before M.A. Jinnah did. In 1948 he was tried as a conspirator, along with Nathuram Godse, in the Gandhi murder case but was acquitted because the case against him rested on the evidence of an approver and the legally requisite independent corroborative evidence did not exist. From 1950 to 1966 he lived under an undertaking to the state not to take part in political activity. It was the last of at least four known similar apologies and undertakings he had given - in 1911, 1913, 1925 and 1948. It was not exactly a glorious end to a "revolutionary's" career. To define "the issue of Savarkar": What was heroic about his behaviour from 1911 to 1966 when he died? It is a record of 55 years - half a century of a life between the ages of 28 and 83.

The Janata Party government, headed by Morarji Desai and of which A.B. Vajpayee and L.K. Advani were members, declared the cellular jail complex in the Andamans a national memorial. None of the three then said a word in praise of Savarkar. The plaque was put up later. One wonders how Prime Minister Morarji Desai would have reacted if it existed then. For, in a carefully worded statement in reply to a member's recall of Savarkar's past services, Morarji Desai told the Legislative Council on April 3, 1948: "May I say, Sir, that the past services are more than offset by the present disservice?" (Debates of the Legislative Council of Bombay; Volume 14, Part 10; column 314; emphasis added, throughout).

Morarji Desai did not rewrite history. He weighed both the past and the present and pronounced against Savarkar; for good reason. He had, as Home Minister of the then Bombay Province, assigned the investigation into Gandhi's murder to his ace police officer Jamshid D. Nagarwala, Deputy Commissioner of Police in charge of the CID's Special Branch. Immediately on Gandhi's assassination on January 30, 1948, suspicion of complicity in the crime fell on Savarkar. Nagarwala confided as much to Morarji Desai. Having perused the record, Union Home Minister Vallabhbhai Patel told Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru that Savarkar was privy to the murder. In 1970 a Commission of Inquiry headed by Justice Jivan Lal Kapur, a Judge of the Supreme Court, categorically returned the same verdict on the basis of evidence which was not produced at the trial.

It is only in the last decade that details of the apologies and undertakings were published in widely read journals. True, Savarkar's ideology was a matter of record. But the halo of heroism obscured it. Opinion was divided. Very many were and still are unaware of the record. A city, a region or a State's pride in the hero it produced is understandable. To most, all that mattered was Savarkar's record upto 1911; the rest was irrelevant.



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Mahatma Gandhi.

To another school, what really mattered was the ideology of Hindutva he propounded in 1923. Complicity neither in Gandhi's murder, now proven, nor in three other murders - of William Curzon Wylie, an India Office official, in 1909; A.M.T. Jackson, District Collector of Nasik, the same year; and attempted murder of Sir Ernest Hotson, acting Governor, in 1931 - was relevant. This is the stand predictably of the Sangh Parivar, the Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh (RSS) and its political front, the BJP. Savarkar with his halo was too useful an icon to let go. Regardless of his sordid record. The Sangh Parivar's partiality is as notorious as its rejection of Gandhi, which former Union Finance Minister Jaswant Singh indicated to former United States Deputy Secretary of State Strobe Talbott in strict privacy. One wishes he had the courage to express those views in public and in this country. RSS boss Rajendra Singh openly said in a press conference that "Godse was motivated by Akhand Bharat. His intention was good but he used the wrong methods" (Outlook, January 19, 1998). "Wrong methods" is a perverse euphemism to use for a heinous crime like murder, especially for the murder of the country's tallest leader. Significantly, neither the BJP nor the RSS denounces Godse to this day.

BOTH approaches are unhistorical. The record of a life must be viewed in its entirety and so must be the character and personality of the man. No one is perfect. One must weigh the blemishes and lapses in the scale with qualities of character, loftiness of vision and the quality of achievement. A great Indian and Maharashtrian, B.R. Ambedkar, did precisely such an exercise, in his famous lectures in 1943 published under the title Ranade, Gandhi and Jinnah, with copious quotations on what constitutes greatness in a public figure. "Who can be called a Great Man?" he asked and replied: "A man is Great because he finds a way to save Society in its hour of crisis... He can do so only with the help of intellect" and sincerity of purpose. "A Great Man must be motivated by the dynamics of a social purpose and must act as the scourge and the scavenger of Society." A man who spreads hate and extols violence cannot be called "Great". Witness Hitler.

To come to the aspect of change one must ask what induced it. What was the provocation for change? Was it change of circumstances that induced the man to discard one ideology or policy and embrace its opposite later?

Does Vinayak Damodar Savarkar meet these tests? Both critics and admirers must apply them objectively to the facts and consider the record carefully. What was his concept of India's nationalism? And of its territorial integrity?

Contrast the record on these two crucial issues of two personalities and the truth emerges in its stark, undeniable reality. On January 5, 1961, Jawaharlal Nehru criticised communalism, be it of the majority or of a minority community. He added, however, that while the communalism of the minority becomes obvious, "the communalism of a majority community is apt to be taken for nationalism". Compare this with Savarkar's remarks to a students gathering in Kanpur. "What is called Nationalism can be defined as in fact the National communalism of the majority community which has been ruling and still aspires to rule this country. Thus, in Hindusthan it is the Hindus, professing Hindu religion and being in overwhelming majority, that constitute the National community and create and formulate the Nationalism of the Nation."

The divide is deep and fundamental. The inference is as clear - you cannot admire both. A choice must be made. The BJP is more consistent than Congress leaders who profess admiration for Savarkar for political ends. This is no way to defend secularism against the BJP's Savarkarite onslaught.

Logically enough, Savarkar rejected the national flag which the Constituent Assembly of India approved on July 29, 1947: "It can never be recognised as the National Flag of Hindusthan ... the authoritative flag of Hindusthan our Motherland and Holyland, ... can be no other than the Bhagava (saffron flag)... . to deliver expressly the message of the very Being of our Race... . It mirrors the whole panorama of our Hindu History. ... Hindudom at any rate can loyally salute no other Flag but this Pan-Hindu Dhwaja, this Bhagava Flag as its national Standard." The question must be faced honestly - can a person who speaks thus be regarded as an Indian nationalist, still less a national hero.

Consider another test, India's territorial integrity. Little do we realise the debt we owe to Nehru for his timely and successful attack on a British plan for transfer of power directly to each of the Provinces of British India leaving it to them to decide whether to form a Union or not. Nehru demanded and obtained transfer of power directly to the Union of India, as such. As for the Princely States, Nehru was categorical - the ruler must decide on accession only in accordance with the will of the people. At Simla on the night of May 10, 1947, Mountbatten showed Nehru in confidence the plan he had received from London for transfer of power to the Provinces and the States. Nehru exploded in wrath. His vehement rejection altered history. The June 3 Plan provided for transfer of power to the Union of India (The Transfer of Power in India by V.P. Menon; 1957; page 361).

Contrast this with Savarkar's line. It would have led to the Balkanisation of India. C.P. Ramaswamy Aiyar was, for all his admirable gifts, one of the most repressive Dewans of an Indian State and one who was the most detested by its people. He was brutal and unprincipled. As Dewan of Travancore he plotted secretly to declare it independent of India and carried out his long prepared plot by announcing on June 11, 1947, the State's decision to declare itself independent once the British quit India (vide "C.P. and independent Travancore", Frontline, July 4, 2003). The people whom he had subjected to brutal repression were dead against this course. C.P. even appointed a representative to Pakistan. Jinnah welcomed this move in a cable dated June 20, 1947. That very day C.P. received a cable from Savarkar. He enthusiastically supported "the far-sighted and courageous determination to declare the independence of our Hindu State of Travancore". It is not difficult to visualise the impact on India's unity if other princes had followed this course. Fortunately, Travancore acceded to India and C.P. had to quit the State. This is the "nationalist" whom the Sangh Parivar lauds today.

The BJP is, of course, perfectly entitled to make the most of the encomiums showered on Savarkar by politicians from Indira Gandhi downwards; thoughtlessly and opportunistically. Memories of his crimes had faded. The Indian state had become soft on Hindu communalism. Streets were named after him and statues raised in his honour. Since Savarkar was not then an issue, nobody cared to look at the record. Once Vajpayee and Advani raised "the issue of Savarkar" - his place in India's history - people began to dig up the records. Creditably, Sonia Gandhi strongly objected to the unveiling of his portrait in the Central Hall of Parliament facing that of the man he had conspired to murder - Gandhi. Her letter of February 24, 2003 to President A.P.J. Abdul Kalam merits high praise.

At no time, however, did the world of scholarship accept Savarkar's credentials either to Indian nationalism or to greatness. This is true of India as well as foreign scholarship.

What R.K. Dasgupta, an eminent scholar and former Director of the National Library of India, wrote of him last year deserves to be quoted in extenso: "But in what sense is Savarkar a national figure? And why should it take 56 years after our attainment of national freedom to realise that Savarkar was a national figure? Which historian of India has called Savarkar a national figure? He has no presence in the serious political and historical literature of our country. There is no mention of Savarkar in the 945-page Oxford History of India published in 1958. Nehru does not mention him in his Autobiography and Subhas Chandra Bose too does not mention him in his two autobiographies. There is not a word on him in R.C. Majumdar, Hemchandra Raychaudhuri and Kalikinkar Datta's 1,122-page An Advanced History of India published in 1946. There is not even a passing reference to Savarkar in the 940-page The Role of Honour: Anecdotes of Indian Martyrs edited by K.C. Ghosh and published by the National Council of Education in 2002.

"Savarkar has, however, a strong presence in our books on communalism, an instance of which is David Ludden's Making India Hindu (1996). In this work, Richard H. Davis calls him 'the ideological progenitor of the RSS'. In the same work another authority on our modern political history calls him a propagandist of the doctrine of Hindutva. How then is Savarkar a national figure? When the BJP has a majority in our Parliament, God forbid it, we will see portraits of Keshab Baliram Hedgewar who founded the RSS in 1925 and M.S. Golwalkar who succeeded him as the head of the Hindu Organisation in 1940. If the BJP becomes all-powerful we may have a marble statue of Nathuram Godse in the Central Hall of Parliament. Godse assassinated Mahatma Gandhi [on] 30 January 1948, as Narendra Modi destroyed Gandhism in Gujarat which is now a BJP State.

"Savarkar is the father of Hindu communalism and has the distinction of spelling out the two-nation theory about two decades before Jinnah. We can now accuse Savarkar of subverting, through his doctrine of Hindutva, the ideological foundation of our 3,000-year tradition as interpreted by Sri Ramakrishna, Bankim, Vivekananda, Rabindranath, Sri Aurobindo and others. The portrait of the philosopher of Hindutva has virtually tarred with a large brush the other portraits which so long gave a moral spiritual lustre to the hall of Parliament." As Savarkar himself emphasised, Hindutva is different from Hinduism. It is a political ideology forged in modern times in antithesis to the ancient and noble faith of Hinduism. Savarkar scorned religion as such. He was an atheist.

In his recently published work, a Swedish scholar Henrik Berglund exposes the Sangh Parivar's thesis on "cultural nationalism" based on Savarkar's Hindutva: "The last requirement, and perhaps the most important in the sense of the potential for exclusion, is for the Hindu to regard India not only as his fatherland, but also his holy land. It should be noted that Savarkar always portrays the Hindu as a 'he'. Savarkar not only claims that Indian Christians and Muslims cannot be regarded as Hindus, he also goes further to say that their allegiance to the country is not sincere... . the basic idea of territorial nationalism is discarded; the fact that you are living within the territory, even as a citizen, is not sufficient for membership in the nation. Not even if your family has been rooted in the same village for centuries can you become a member unless the primordially based criteria are met. Instead, you are to be regarded as a threat to the integrity of the country, since you are more attached to what Savarkar calls your 'holy land"' (Hindu Nationalism and Democracy; Shipra Publications, New Delhi; pages 207, Rs.450).

This is a formidable work; meticulously researched and based on an array of Indian and foreign sources. He concludes this excellent work with a devastating exposure of the BJP's exploitation of the name of Ram, its rejection of India's "composite culture" and projection of Muslims and Christians as non-Indian. "The party shows a distinct refusal to draw a line between what has happened in the past and what is relevant for a solution of the Hindu-Muslim problems of today, but it also disregards the complexity of the Indian Muslim identity today. Within the Muslim community there is a wide range of opinions of how to relate both to the Indian state as well as to the majority community, but few support the separatist ideas claimed by the BJP to be typical of the Indian Muslim. Instead, the BJP nevertheless continues to spread these kinds of stereotypes, which in turn form the basis of its own constructions of Hindu and Muslim identities.

"Within Hindu nationalism, Hindu values and traditions are important, but they are overshadowed by the strong influences of cultural nationalism. The fascination for the idea of the nation-state, and the acceptance of it as a necessary pre-requisite for the successful development of independence, democracy and prosperity, produced the Hindu nationalist ideal of a largely unitary state. While recognising the importance of a cultural and religious identity for all individuals, the party denies the minorities the right to exercise this at a political level. Instead, the BJP argues for a mono-communitarian state, in which Hindu values, symbols and traditions form the core and demand the respect of all citizens."

THE BJP has now produced a "White Paper" of sorts on Savarkar to refute the charges against him (Swatantra Veer Savarkar: A Byword for Valour and Patriotism; BJP Central Office, New Delhi). It seeks "resolutely (to) expose Congress-Communist combines shameful attempt to insult a great hero of the Freedom Struggle." It succeeds, instead, in exposing the BJP and its icon. Like all Sangh Parivar publications, it reeks of misstatements, bad logic, bad temper and bad English.



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Hoisting the saffron flag at an RSS function. Rejecting the national flag which the Constituent Assembly of India approved, Savarkar said: "Hindudom at any rate can loyally salute no other Flag but this Pan-Hindu Dhwaja, this Bhagava Flag as its national Standard."

Surely, Uma Bharati was not prosecuted for hoisting the national flag simpliciter, but for doing so in a particular place and in a particular context. Why not ask the RSS to hoist the national flag at its Nagpur headquarters? Savarkar is mentioned along with Bhagat Singh and others. But Bhagat Singh broke with his mentor, Lajpat Rai, when he turned communal and reproached his father for pleading for clemency as he faced the gallows. Savarkar's entire career was studded with repeated begging for clemency. The pamphlet makes much of politicians' praise of Savarkar, as it is entitled to, but trips badly on the record.

Savarkar was not arrested on March 11, 1910, in London "on some fabricated offences". The charges were upheld by a Bench of which Sir N.G. Chandavarkar was a member. Savarkar had instigated the murder of the Collector of Nasik district, A.M.T. Jackson who, Dr. M.R. Jayakar wrote, "was a reputed Sanskrit scholar and, it is believed, a great admirer of Indians, their language and literature". He was at a theatre to watch a Marathi play, "Sharada", when he was shot.

For all the praise, there is a significant effort in the pamphlet to distance the Sangh Parivar from Savarkar. "He also had differences with the RSS and the Bharatiya Jana Sangh." On July 15, 1949, he wired to the RSS boss Golwalkar "Hearty congratulations on your release. Long live the Sangh as the valorous champion of Hinduism".

We are told: "After his release in 1924, he spent much time in social work and literacy creation." The undertakings he gave to secure his release are not mentioned (vide "Far from heroism", Frontline, April 7, 1995).

Like all his apologies and undertakings, the one of May 9, 1925, was abject and widely worded: "That he will not engage publicly or privately in any manner of political activities without the consent of Government for a period of five years, such restriction being renewable at the discretion of Government at the expiry of the said term." He added: "I hereby acknowledge that I had a fair trial and just sentence. I heartily abhor methods of violence resorted to in days gone by, and I feel myself duty bound to uphold law and the Constitution to the best of my powers and am willing to make the reform a success insofar as I may be allowed to do so in future." Savarkar demeaned himself by submitting to a grilling by the Governor of Bombay personally in order to testify to the sincerity of his 1925 undertaking.

On his arrest after Gandhi's murder, he wrote to the Commissioner of Police on February 22, 1948: "I wish to express my willingness to give an undertaking to the Government that I shall refrain from taking party in any communal or political public activity for any period the Government may require in case I am released on that condition." He denied that he was hostile to Muslims and endorsed the concept of equality of all citizens.

On July 13, 1950, Savarkar gave an undertaking to a Bench of the Bombay High Court, comprising Chief Justice M.C. Chagla and Justice P.B. Gajendragadkar, through his lawyer K.N. Dharap that he "would not take any part whatever in political activity and would remain in his house in Bombay". On July 20, he resigned as president of the Hindu Mahasabha. Excelling these models of courage is his very petition to the British rulers on November 14, 1913: "If the Government in their manifold beneficence and mercy release me, I for one cannot but be the staunchest advocate of constitutional progress and loyalty to the English government which is the foremost condition of that progress. As long as we are in jails there cannot be real happiness and joy in hundreds and thousands of homes of His Majesty's loyal subjects in India, for blood is thicker than water, but if we be released the people will instinctively raise a shout of joy and gratitude to the government, who knows how to forgive and correct, more than how to chastise and avenge. Moreover my conversion to the constitutional line would bring back all those misled young men in India and abroad who were once looking up to me as their guide. I am ready to serve the Government in any capacity they like. The Mighty alone can afford to be merciful and therefore where else can the prodigal son return but to parental doors of the Government?"

In the entire recorded history of mankind, is there any instance of a man who wrote repeatedly such grovelling letters to the regime of the day and yet was lauded as a national hero? Of a man who always made others wield the gun, and, when caught, begged for mercy? Of a man who conspired to kill one whom the country regards as the Father of the Nation but is himself regarded as a national hero?

THE pamphlet claims that Savarkar was "exonerated by the judge for lack of any evidence" in the Gandhi murder case. This is false. Judge Atma Charan found the approver Digambar Ramchandra Badge's evidence "direct and straight forward". But no independent corroboration was available in 1948-49. It became available only after Savarkar's death in 1966. His secretary Gajanan Vishnu Damle and bodyguard Appa Ramachandra Kasar deposed to Justice Kapur that Godse and accomplice Narayan Apte met Savarkar on January 23 or 24 on their return from Delhi well after they had met him on January 17 to which Badge was witness.

Justice Kapur's findings are all too clear. "All these facts taken together were destructive of any theory other than the conspiracy to murder by Savarkar and his group."

In his crime report No.1, the main police investigating officer, Jimmy Nagarwala, stated that "Savarkar was at the back of the conspiracy and that he was feigning illness". Nagarwala's letter of January 31, 1948, the day after the assassination, mentioned, on the strength of what Kesar and Damle disclosed to him, that Savarkar, Godse and Apte met for 40 minutes "on the eve of their departure to Delhi and that these two had access to the house of Savarkar without any restriction". In short, Godse and Apte met Savarkar again, in the absence of Badge, and in addition to their meetings on January 14 and 17. Had they testified thus in court, Savarkar would have been convicted.

Union Home Minister Sardar Patel had kept himself "almost in daily touch with the progress of the investigation regarding Bapu's assassination case. I devote a large part of my evening to discussing with Sanjevi (the top police officer) the day's progress and giving instructions to him on any points that arise". His conclusion in a letter to Prime Minister Nehru was characteristically clear: "It was a fanatical wing of the Hindu Mahasabha directly under Savarkar that [hatched] the conspiracy and saw it through (vide "Savarkar and Gandhi", Frontline, March 28, 2003).

Advani spoke of Savarkar in the Andamans on May 4, 2002. He admitted his intellectual debt to Savarkar and his essay Hindutva: "Today, Hindutva is considered an offensive word. But we must remember that the pioneers of Hindutva like Veer Savarkar and RSS founder Hedgewar kindled fierce, nationalistic spirit that contributed to India's liberation."

This is a brazen falsehood. Savarkar met the arch imperialist Viceroy of India, Lord Linlithgow, in Bombay on October 9, 1939 - the month the Congress asked its Ministers in the provinces to resign - and pledged his enthusiastic cooperation to the British.

Linlithgow reported to Lord Zetland, the Secretary of State for India: "The situation, he [Savarkar] said, was that His Majesty's Government must now turn to the Hindus and work with their support. After all, though we and the Hindus have had a good deal of difficulty with one another in the past, that was equally true of the relations between Great Britain and the French and, as recent events had shown, of relations between Russia and Germany. Our interests were now the same and we must therefore work together. Even though now the most moderate of men, he had himself been in the past an adherent of the revolutionary party, as possibly, I might be aware. (I confirmed that I was.) But now that our interests were so closely bound together the essential thing was for Hinduism and Great Britain to be friends, and the old antagonism was no longer necessary." A great fighter for India's freedom, indeed. This was revealed only in 2000 when Economic and Political Weekly published the Italian scholar Marzia Casolari's article based on archival research (Economic and Political Weekly, January 22, 2000).

The BJP's pamphlet claims that "he was the first Indian leader of India to daringly proclaim absolute political independence of India as her goal". Tilak used the word Swaraj in May 1897, when Savarkar was 14, and said on May 2, 1908, at Akola "Freedom is a birth right".

SAVARKAR'S book on 1857 published in 1909 was the work of a devoted Indian nationalist. He urged Hindus and Muslims to unite and "jump into the battlefield fighting under one banner and wash away the name of the English from India in the streams of blood". The book exposed his psyche - he approved of bloodletting, though never risked shedding his own blood. Years later Jayakar was repelled by his pleas at a meeting for revenge and retribution.

How did he come to write Hindutva in 1923? In 1963 he claimed that the book on 1857 was written "from the stand point of the Hindu nation". His biographer records his vandalisation of a mosque when he was 12. In one of the poems he wrote before he left for London he exhorted "organise all Hindus and unify them". But the British cease to be "the enemy"; Muslims took their place. Even his admirers do not recite objective reasons for the change. They explain it away by identifying Hindu nationalism with Indian nationalism. It was not objective conditions but changes in his personality which took him back to his roots. He never developed but remained a prisoner to a past with memories of imagined wrongs for which he sought violent revenge. Since Gandhi stood in the way, he had to be killed.

The BJP's pamphlet says "communist and communal historians, who have an ingrained habit to malign those who profess a different ideology, have made every effort to denigrate Savarkar as an 'anti-Muslim' figure. A holistic study of Savarkar's writings does not support this charge. In his book 1857 - The First War of Independence, he has paid glowing tributes to Bahadur Shah Zafar and other patriotic Muslims who fought shoulder to shoulder with their Hindu brethren against the alien rulers."

Not surprisingly the documentation stops there. Not a single other writing in this vein in the 57 years from 1909 till he died in 1966 is cited. In speech after speech collected in his book Hindu Rashtra Darshan, he preached hatred towards Muslims. Analysing his two-nation theory, Ambedkar noted: "He wants the Hindu nation to be the dominant nation and the Muslim nation to be the servant nation. Why Mr. Savarkar, after sowing this seed of enmity between the Hindu nation and the Muslim nation, should want that they should live under one constitution and occupy one country is difficult to explain" (Pakistan or the Partition of India; 1946; pages 133-34). Jinnah and the Muslim League bear a heavy responsibility for spreading the poisonous two-nation theory and for the Partition. But not an exclusive one.

R.C. Majumdar, a historian partial to the Sangh Parivar, opined: "One important factor which was responsible to a very large extent for the emergence of the idea of partition on communal lines... was the Hindu Mahasabha... under the leadership of the great revolutionary leader, V.D. Savarkar" (Struggle for Freedom; Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan, 1969; page 611).

However, as Nehru noted in his Autobiography: "Many a Congressman was a communalist under his national cloak" (page 136). We have Advani's word for that as well. He acknowledged that many in the Congress shared the Sangh Parivar's ideology even before the Partition. "There was a similar stream within the Congress even before 1947. In those days both the streams co-existed" (The Asian Age, January 4, 1998). Partition exacerbated the trend. So did the dwindling fortunes of the Congress, decades later. The veteran socialist Prem Bhasin explained why the likes of K.C. Pant drifted to the BJP.

"The ease with which a large number of Congressmen and women, small, big and bigger still, have walked into the RSS-BJP boat and sailed with it is not a matter of surprise. For, there has always been a certain affinity between the two. A large and influential section in the Congress sincerely believed even during the freedom struggle that the interests of Hindu Indians could not be sacrificed at the altar of a United Independent India. Pandit Madan Mohan Malaviya and Lala Lajpat Rai had, for instance, actually broken away from the Congress and founded the Nationalist Party which contested elections against the Congress in the mid-Twenties" (Janata, Annual Number, 1998). Janata was founded by Jayaprakash Narayan in 1946. It continues to fight for secularism and socialism even in these times, thanks to the devoted labours of Dr. G.G. Parikh, the veteran socialist.

Lajpat Rai advocated partition of India in 1924. The issue of Savarkar conceals within it potent vials of poison which will destroy India's nationalism and its democracy unless it is exposed boldly and resolutely.

The last word must belong to Gandhi. At the famous Quit India session of the All India Congress Committee (AICC) on August 8, 1942, he said: "Those Hindus who, like Dr. Moonje and Shri Savarkar, believe in the doctrine of the sword may seek to keep the Musalmans under Hindu domination. I do not represent that section." This is the fundamental divide between Gandhi and Savarkar's heirs, the BJP.

some early freedom fighters

for sameer:

Yes, history will continue to be re-written by victors.

It is always awkward and unpopular to de-pedestalise leaders, especially after they have been 'sainted' and blessed by subsequent leaders.

But not to trivialize the discussion, the points you have raised about these Indians must be put in context. Yes they were a force. But not much of a force because their numbers were small. And their support base was smaller.

Smaller in comparison with the powers that be on the Indian horizon. (Structured and supported by the colonial powers.)

Even Gandhiji would have been marginalized had he not returned to India to fight the battles.

You say, "Most of the people have never heard of names like, Lala Hardayal, Prem Chandra, Lala Lajpat Rai, Barkatullah (Maulawi Barakat Ullah of Tokyo University), Kartar Singh, Jatin Mukherjee, Vishnu Ganesh Pingley and Dasi Chinahiya."

To this I would add Sant Teja Singh of Harvard, Amar Singh and Gopal Singh, and Tarak Nath Das and Ram Nath Puri (they started AZADI KA CIRCULAR in Urdu from California) Bhai Bhag Singh Bhikkivind, Baba Sohna Sing, Bhai Harnam Singh, Dr. Mathura Singh, Hafiz Abdulla to name a few more. And Ismail Shaheed, though his aims were more limited.

With no lines of communication and support, the independence proclamation in Afghanistan was doomed from the start, even though they had the support of the Axis powers in 1915. Though with their defeat that support fizzled.

This left leaning shama-e-azaadi must be still there in early twenties on the west coast. I remember reading about Chaudhry Rehmat Ali (of the Now or Never pamphlet first coining the name PAKSTAN) visiting California for a couple of years at around that time. A digression: one of the signatories of that pamphlet was the President of Khyber Union then, Aslam Khattak. He is still alive, nearing nineties, an Uncle of "Zeejah".

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sadaf #88:

Thanks.

You say, "The fundamentalists would've become even more paranoid that the entire world is trying to destroy Islam and more moderates would've converted to fundamentalists."

Your concerns re: fundamentalists:

This term 'fundamentalist' as applied to Muslims has become a distorted catch-all for those that do not subscribe, even remotely, with one's notion of what a Muslim should be.(And here, I'll blame myself as well). Let us see,

fun'da'men'tal'ism n.

1 a:Often Fundamentalism. An organized, militant Evangelical movement originating in the United States in 1920 in opposition to Liberalism and secularism.
1 b:Adherence to the theology of this movement.

2: A movement or point of view characterized by rigid adherence to fundamental or basic principles.

If we could go back in time and study that Medinite date farmer who asked Prophet Muhammed for some advice that killed his crop the following year, I am sure we will find that he led a simple puritanical existence. Simple joys of life, simple demands, obligations. This was also the time when there were no schisms in Islam.

Was he a fundamentalist?

Transport him magically from there to the 1990s. Two possible sets of scenarios.

1: (a): A small time farmer in Phulwari Shareef. (b): A Malaysian peasant. (c): A Bangladeshi fisherman. (d): A sub Saharan nomad. (e): An Egyptian fellaheen. (f): An Afghan farmer (hopefully not cultivating export quality opium under Mullah Omar's nose.)

2: (a): A 'Mujahid' -- Afghan, Kashmiri, Moro, etc.(b): A blue/white collar immigrant in New York, Chicago, Montreal who insists on getting time off for Juma Prayers (c): An undergrad student belonging to Jamiat-e-Talaba, or MSA or ISNA. (d): Any Darul Uloom student from Karachi, Raiwind, Charsadda. (e) Any Akhwaan volunteer student.

It must be recognized that the geo-political and other demands and pressures on the date farmer and those in set 1 and 2 were different. However, the Islamic practices, conditions and religious orientations and inclinations remaining constant on set 1 and set 2, why is it so easy to brand set 2 fundamentalist?

I am sorry I do not have cut and dried answers.

But I do know we have to come up with proper descriptive word/s for simple or non-threatening 'fundamentalists' as opposed to those who resort to assault and violence, of thought or deed and are intolerant of another view point. And then we run into a catch 22 there as well ---- one's terrorist is another's freedom fighter.

Please allow me ....... another term that needs to be seriously revisited is Mullah and its various synonyms, Maulvi, Maulana, Aalim (pl. Ulemaa) or Allama, Mufti, Mujhtahid, etc.

Perhaps I am opening another can of worms: Does Islam sanctions Ulema? Who are they. What is their role in sustaining and preserving the role of religion in our present day lives. How have they succeeded or failed? What is their role in making a simple straightforward book so complicated?

Does Qur'an mention them? As a non-Arab I do need to consult them for interpretation. But only in the context I would consult a Ghalib expert who can open up textual and contextual meanings of some couplet.

But to place them between myself and Allah? If that was meant to be, there would be a sentence or two somewhere in those thirty chapters.

I apologise for raising more questions. but the answers would benefit us all.

deen and mazhab

#3342 In the Supreme National Interest on February 24, 2000
Umairr #: 228

For obvious reasons, normally I do not jump into these kind of discussions. I'd rather take my own life than bother someone to go to the length of issuing a 'fatwa' against me with all its repercussions. And from what little I have understood about you, you are not the fatwa issuing kind.

"To tell you the truth, apart from being a Sunni, I do not even know which detailed sub-sect of the Sunni faith I belong to. Nor am I interested in finding out."

----"faith", and "religion" -- how would you translate it? Deen or Mazhab? There is a distinction. Majority speaks of Islam as their Mazhab. Wrong. It is their Deen. Mazhab is the more or path one adopts to follow that Deen. Take the Sunnis, for example. They have to follow one of the four Imams ---Abu Hanifa, Malik, Hunbal or Shafii in toto. That is their Mazhab. In the subcontinent, the majority of Sunnis are Hanafis. Hence we can say their Mazhab is Sunni-Hanafi and their Deen is Islam.

(Why is it necessary to follow a Mazhab? Because these Mazhabs show practical interpretations of the Qur'an. e.g. the way one offers prayers. Whether one dons a cap or not, folds the hand or let them hang by the side, what other gestures one adopts -- we mostly unknowingly follow the dictates of a Mazhab.)

"I do not follow any imam."

----Not knowingly, perhaps.

" Infact, I am not even convinced that every hadith in every hadith book is accurate."

----That is perceptive. And right. (Hope am not opening a pandora's box here.)

In the last 150 years there has been a renewed effort to reinterpret and ponder afresh the attitude of Muslims. Some of the people who have helped along are Mohammed Rashid Reda, Mohammed Abduh, Jamal uddin Afghani, the two Sirs -- Syed Ahmed Khan and Mohammed Iqbal (Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam ----in particular parts of the fifth and sixth lectures) and in more recent memory Abul Aala Maudoodi and Ghulam Pervez. Maudoodi played the part of the defender of the status quo, whereas Pervez openly challenged most Hadiths. Pervez was accused by Maudoodi of denying the authenticity of all Hadiths. Pervez's stand was that if any Hadith is true, it should stand up to Qur'anic scrutiny. (Ofcourse, this is an over-simplification. To get the full colour one has to read them both.)

(Just a digression: As a summer project I am trying to interest my teenaged son to pick out four or five pairs of hadiths from one imam, say Bukhari, with identical or near identical links and chains of narrators, but with strong and weak, or diametrically opposite, subject matters and judge them on merits. If he completes the project I will ask him to submit it to Chowk.)

".....I make quite a bit of effort to understand the Quran, without relying on religious scholars, since I feel many of them have contradicting explanations on the exact same verses in the Quran."

----Unless one is an exceptional linguist and historian, gone are the days when one can pick up an old manuscript and arrive at the truth, unaided. Hope you don't mind my saying so. Give you a minor example. Take that surah --- Ababil (I think) -- Alum tara kaifa.....ponder over it and tell me the meaning. Then read some commentaries, and most of them are all over, but one or two do mention in their interpretation that the lashkar was wiped out through pox like disease contracted through air-borne insects -- not mini bombs dropped by Hitchcockian birds. And as you read other commentaries you will come across the fact that till the early days of Omar, he used to recite "Alam tarah" and the next surah "Lai laaf-e-quraish" as ONE surah in salat. Next you should read both as one and ponder and follow the dictates of your heart.

islam and secularism - asghar ali engineer

ISLAM AND SECULARISM

Asghar Ali Engineer


Many people feel that Islam is quite incompatible with secularism. Some even maintain that as long as one is Muslim he cannot be a secularist. This is further reinforced by the propaganda by some Muslim countries like the Saudi Arabia that secularism is haram and that all secular nations are enemies of Islam. Maulana Maududi, the founder chief of Jamat-e-Islami also said while leaving for Pakistan in 1948 that secularism is haram and all those who participate in secular politics in India will be rebels against Islam and enemies of the messenger of Allah.

How far is it true? Are Islam and secularism really incompatible? Is Saudi propaganda against secularism justified? Was Maulana Maududi right? These are important questions and we must search for answers. We must bear in mind that in every religion there are different intellectual trends - both liberal as well as conservative. Both quote scriptures in support of their respective positions. Since a scripture or religious tradition for that matter has to deal with complex social situation, one finds differing or even contradictory statements responding to the differing or contradictory situations.

In scriptural hermeneutics one has to take situation in totality and develop certain keys to deal with the evolving situation. The commentators often deal with the situation as if it is static. Social situations can never be static. It continually evolves and changes. The way scriptural statements were understood by early commentators conformed to their own socio-cultural situation. Their hermeneutics should not be binding on the subsequent generations as it will not conform to the changed situation. For every age there are some keys which help us understand the scripture in our own age. Also, a commentator should have a vision of society and this vision evolves from ones own social situation. Allah's creative power cannot be treated as static any way. The Qur'an also refers to His dynamism when it states "....every day He manifests Himself in yet another (wondrous) way. Which, then, of your Sustainer's powers can you disavow?" (29:55). This Allah manifests Himself every day in new state (sha'n). And the word yaum literally means day but figuratively it can also mean a whole epoch, a period. Taking the word yaum in this sense, the verse will mean Allah manifests His Glories in new ways from period to period, from epoch to epoch.

The early commentators of the Qur'an, on which depends the conservative view of the 'ulama, were product of their own socio-religious and socio-cultural situation. In the early days of Islam, particularly in the period of four caliphs succeeding the Holy Prophet, state was very closely identified with religion of Islam. In the Arabia of those days there did not exist even a state before advent of Islam, let alone any laws associated with the state. But a state came into existence when Islam united people of Arabia transcending tribal bonds.

The state needed laws to deal with fast evolving situation. First they took help of the Qur'an and then Sunnah of the Prophet. Even then if they could not solve the problem they held the assembly of the companions of the prophet and tried to solve the problem in consultation with them. Their collective wisdom was often of great help. But it is quite obvious that they heavily drew from their own experiences in the social milieu they lived in. This social milieu also heavily influenced their understanding of the Qur'anic verses. And some Qur'anic verses were integrally related to the situation obtaining there.

The problem really arose when the subsequent generations treated the understanding of the Qur'anic verses by the companions of the Prophet or the early commentators who drew their own understanding heavily from the pronouncements of these companions and their followers (tabi'in). The companions were thought to be - and rightly so - as great authorities as the Qur'an was revealed during their life time and in their presence and who could understand it better than these companions. Most of the subsequent commentators simply referred to these companions and their followers' pronouncements became the only source of understanding the Qur'anic verses. Until today the commentators of the Qur'an are repeating those very ideas and these ideas have become sacred and any deviation is considered heresy by most of the orthodox commentators of the Qur'an.

The Islamic state which came into existence after the death of the Prophet, as pointed out above, also became a model for the subsequent generation though this model was hardly followed even in early period of Islamic history. The Umayyad and the Abbasid empires which came into existence after what is called khilafat-e-rashidah ( i.e. the rightly guided period of khilafat i.e. Islamic state) never followed this religious model. Both the empires were based on personal and authoritarian rule and were Islamic only in name. The Umayyad and the Abbasid Caliphs followed their own personal desires rather than the Qur'anic injunctions or the Shari'ah rules. They just symbolically made their obeisance to religion and followed what was in their personal interest. Thus theirs were what we can call a 'semi-secular' states.

And the states which came into existence after the Abbasid state were even more secularised except the Fatimid state which was more or less based on the Isma'ili theology. Even the Fatimid Imams had to face serious problems as their Isma'ili followers were very few in their domain and the vast majority belonged to the Sunni faith. Thus they often separated affairs of the state from Isma'ili theological considerations. A separate department of Isma'ili theology (Fatimi Da'wah) had to be established.

Though the Khilafat model was never repeated in the history of Islam, in theory, it remained the objective of all the Islamic theologians to establish the state on the model of early Khilafat and any state which did not follow that model came to be condemned as un-Islamic and it was even more strongly condemned if the state claimed to be secular. Maulana Maududi opposed Jinnah vehemently because his vision of Pakistani state was based on secular concept giving all citizens equal rights irrespective of their religious faith. The Maulana refused to support the Pakistan movement as Jinnah would not agree to set up an Islamic state.

Now the question is whether Islam as a religion is compatible with secularism? Does it aim at setting up an Islamic state and nothing less? Can there be a Muslim country with a secular state? These are some of the crucial questions one has to answer in order to deal with the subject of Islam and secularism. Of course, we should remember that there cannot be uncontested answers. Every answer that we attempt would be, and could be, contested by those with differing viewpoint. Ours is a liberal and inclusive approach and we will, of course, attempt answer from this viewpoint.

Before we deal with the question of Islam and secularism, we would like to throw some light on religion and secularism. Here too there are differing views. There are rationalists and atheists who consider religion and secularism quite contrary to each other. For them the two are quite incompatible. Secularism is a non-religious, if not altogether anti-religious philosophy. A secular political philosophy should have nothing to do with any religious tenets or doctrines. A secular state then would not take any religious beliefs or practices into account while legislating on any issue and in some extreme cases even citizens would not be free to have religious faith and declare it and practice it publicly. Religion, in other words, would be almost a taboo in such a political set up. The former Soviet and Chinese states came close to this model.

Then there is western liberal secular model where religion is not a taboo but is not a basic factor as far as state affairs are concerned. State affairs are conducted quite independently of any religious considerations. In the U.K. too, where Anglican Christianity continues to be state religion and the king or queen of England is considered head of the Anglican Church, religion plays hardly any role in the matters of state. All state legislations are quite independent of the tenets of the Anglican Church. The Church cannot oppose any law passed by the House of Commons and approved by the House of Lords.

In other western countries too positions are more or less similar. The state remains quite independent of the church. In fact church and state have totally independent domains and do not interfere in each others sphere. This western model comes closest to the political philosophy of secularism. The Islamic world has its own features and uniqueness. When we deal with the question of Islam and secularism we have to keep this in mind. It should, however, be kept in mind that the Islamic world is also not homogenised one. One comes across fundamental differences in Islamic countries from Algeria to Indonesia though all of them follow religion of Islam. Commonality of religion does not necessarily mean commonality of social or political traditions. These traditions are as different as their societies and social realities.

Algeria, for example, is a modern westernised state and hence it is undergoing a great religious turmoil as a section of citizens want it to be an 'Islamic state' of their vision. Then there are countries like Malaysia and Indonesia with mixed populations though with Muslim majority and they too have secular states. The movements for setting up Islamic states in these countries by the Islamic groups did not succeed. Both these countries have adopted models of polity suited more to a pluralist society. So is the case with Malaysia. Though it is a Muslim majority country it is also pluralist in character and hence has chosen to be secular in character.

Turkey is overwhelmingly a Muslim country and yet it chose to be a secular country since Kamal Pasha's revolution in 1924 and it has stayed secular ever since. Though there have been attempts at religious revival they did not register much success. Turkey has gone to the extent of abolishing Islamic personal laws and have replaced them with secular Swiss Code. Perhaps Turkey is the only country to do so.
Among Arab countries besides Algeria, Tunisia and Morocco also have brought about considerable modern reforms though technically they are not secular states. Their state religion continues to be Islam. Jordan is another moderate country with 10 per cent Christian population. Iraq, on the other hand, is ruled by the Baath Party which is socialistic in character. Iraq, until the Gulf war in 1990, was quite secular in character. However, the compulsions of the Gulf war and earlier war with Iran in eighties brought about some changes in its character and Saddam Husain, in order to win a degree of legitimacy, started mild measures of Islamisation. Some of the gulf countries like Bahrain, the Yemen, are also Islamic in character but with liberal dispensation unlike the Saudi Arab and Kuwait. In fact the fast process of modernisation is also affecting hard Islamic countries like Saudi Arabia and Kuwait.

Thus it will be seen that all Islamic countries are not same in political and even religious character. There are great deal of differences. We find the whole range of political shades - from rigid Islamic character of Saudis to liberal Islamic character of the countries like Iraq to secular country like the Turkey. There is not, and there cannot be, any homogeneity. As far as orthodoxy or liberalism or secularism is concerned, much depends on the proclivities of the ruling classes in a particular country. It also depends on the interests of the ruling classes and their political alliances.

Now the important question is can Islam and secularism go together? We have already said above that religion and secularism can go together or not depends on the interpretation of both religion as well as secularism. If religion is interpreted in keeping with very conservative traditions, it may be difficult for it to go along with secularism which demands more liberal disposition and not only tolerance but also promotion of pluralism. On the other hand, if secularism is interpreted too rigidly i.e. if it is equated with atheism, as many rationalists do, then also the two (i.e. religion and secularism) will find it difficult to go together.

Islam too, as pointed out above, can be interpreted rigidly, or liberally. If both Islam and secularism are interpreted liberally there should not be any problem with Islam in a secular set up. In fact if one studies the Qur'an holistically one can find strong support for 'liberal or non-atheistic secularism'. No religion will support atheistic secularism for that matter. If we talk of liberal secularism what do we mean by it? We must clearly define it. Liberal secularism does not insist on belief in atheism. Secondly, it promotes pluralism and respect for all faiths and thirdly it guarantees full freedom of religion for all citizens. Also, secularism guarantees equal rights for all citizens irrespective of ones caste, creed, race, language or faith.

Islam can hardly clash with this liberal secularism. The Qur'an, in fact, directly encourages pluralism vide its verse 5:48. This verse clearly states that every people have their own law and a way i.e. every nation is unique in its way of life, its rules etc. It also says that if Allah had pleased He would have created all human beings a single people but He did not do so in order to test them (whether they can live in harmony with each other despite their differences in laws and way of life). Thus it is clear assertion of pluralism. One must respect the others faith and live in harmony with him/her.

The Qur'an also asserts that every people have their own way of worshiping God (see 2:148). One should not quarrel about this. Instead one should try to excel each other in good deeds. In the verses 60: 7-8 we find that Allah will bring about friendship between Muslims and those whom you hold as enemies. And Allah does not forbid you from respecting those who fight you not for religion, nor drive you forth from your homes and deal with them justly. Allah loves doers of justice.

The above verse is a good example of secular ethos. If others do not fight you in matters of your faith and allow you to profess, practice and propagate your faith you should respect them and deal with them justly. This is precisely what our own secular constitution says and this what secular constitutions world over emphasise. Also, in 6:109 the Qur'an prohibits Muslims from abusing people of other faiths or their gods as in turn they will abuse Allah. This verse also makes much more significant statement that Allah has made every for every people their deeds fair-seeming i.e. every community thinks its beliefs and deeds are fair and good and social harmony lies in accepting this situation rather than quarreling about each others beliefs and practices.

The Qur'an also states in 22:40 that no religious place should be demolished as in all religious places be it synagogue, or church or monastery, name of Allah is remembered and hence all these places should be protected. This is another tenet of liberal secularism which is upheld by the Qur'an.

The Islamic tenets, it will be seen, do not disapprove of composite or pluralistic way of life. Even the Covenant of Madina (called Mithaq-i-Madina) clearly approves of pluralistic set up. When the Prophet migrated from Mecca to Madina owing to persecution in Mecca at the hands of Meccan tribal leaders, he found Madinese society a pluralistic society. There were Jews, pagans and Muslims and also Jews and pagans were divided into several tribes, each tribe having its own customs and traditions. The Prophet drew up a covenant with these tribes guaranteeing them full freedom of their faith and also creating a common community in the city of Medina with an obligation to defend it, if attacked from outside.

This was in a way a precursor of modern secular nation, every citizen free to follow his/her own faith and tribal customs and their own personal laws but having an obligation towards the city to maintain peace within and defend it from without. The Prophet clearly set an example that people of different faith and traditions can live together in peace and harmony creating a common bond and respecting a common obligation towards the city/country.

It is interesting to note that the Muslim theologians belonging to the Jam'at al-'Ulama-i-Hind (i.e. the Association of the 'Ulama of India) drew the inspiration for creating a composite secular nation in India from the Prophet's Covenant of Madina. These 'Ulama opposed two nation theory and maintained that Islam is not against composite secular nationalism. Different religious communities can exist together in a country. The only condition for this is that all should be guaranteed to freely profess, practice and propagate their religion. Since the Indian Constitution allows this, the 'Ulama happily accepted the liberal secular political disposition in India and did not find any justification for a separate state for Muslims of the sub-continent.

Yet another question which remains to be answered is about equal rights to all citizens in a country with Muslim majority. It is often argued that Muslims are reluctant to accord equal citizenship rights to religious minorities. No doubt there is some truth in this assertion but not the whole truth. Some Muslim majority countries certainly do not allow non-Muslims equal rights but many other countries do. We have already given examples of countries like Indonesia and Malaysia. Both countries, though have Muslim majorities, do allow all their citizens, including the non-Muslims, equal political rights. In Pakistan too, until Zia-ul-Haq's time, enjoyed equal citizenship rights and joint electorate. It was Zia who created separate electorate for non-Muslims.

In Qur'an, as pointed out elsewhere, there is no concept of state, nor of territorial nationalism. In fact religious scriptures are hardly supposed to deal with such questions. It no where states that it is obligatory for Muslims to set up a religious or a theocratic state. Qur'an does not refer, not even indirectly, to any concept of state. Its whole emphasis is on truth, justice, benevolence, compassion, tolerance and wisdom as far as life in this world is concerned. As long as people conform to these values, it does not matter what religious faith they belong to. They can coexist in peace and harmony. Thus the concept of a purely Islamic state is a historical construct attempted by Muslim jurists over a period of time. It is these jurists who laid down detailed rules of Shari'ah and also drew up a configuration of an Islamic state defining the rights of non-Muslims in such state. Moreover it was very different historical situation and the Qur'anic verses were interpreted under the influence of their own social and religious ethos.

The rights of non-Muslims, in other words, will have to be rethought and reformulated. The Qur'an nowhere states that religion can be the basis of political rights of the people. This was the opinion of Muslim jurists of the medieval period when religion of the ruler determined the status of the ruled. Such a formulation cannot be considered a necessary part of the political theory of Islam. The only model for this purpose can be the Mithaq-i-Madina and this Covenant, as pointed out above, did not make any distinction between people of one religion and the other in matters of political rights. This Covenant, at least in spirit, if not in form, provides a valuable guidance for according political rights to citizens of modern state irrespective of ones religion. It is unfortunate that the later political theorists of Islam almost wholly neglected this significant political document drawn up by the Prophet of Islam. In fact he was far ahead of his time in according non-Muslims equal religious and political rights. The theory of political rights in the modern Islamic state should be based on this document.

There is great deal of emphasis on freedom of conscience and human rights in the modern civil society. It is highly regrettable that most of the Muslim countries do not have good record in this field. Freedom of conscience, human rights and democracy are quite integral to each other. In most of the Muslim majority countries today which have declared themselves as "Islamic countries" even the democratic discourse is banished, let alone human rights discourse. It is not right to maintain that an Islamic society cannot admit of human rights. The lack of democracy and human rights is not because of Islam or Islamic teachings but due to authoritarian and corrupt regimes which totally lack transparency in governance. Again, if we go by the sunnah of the Prophet and record of governance of the rightly guided caliphs, we see that the principle of accountability and transparency in governance was quite fundamental. The people who had experienced the conduct of the Prophet were so sensitive to the doctrine of accountability that there was great uprising when the regime of the third Caliph deviated from this doctrine for various reasons not to be discussed here. The Prophet of Islam and his companions had sensitised the Muslims to such an extent in respect of accountability and transparency in governance that any deviation from it was strongly protested. But when authoritarian regimes came into existence and khilafat turned into monarchy beginning with the first Umayyad monarch Yazid, this doctrine vanished into thin air.

Those who respect the doctrine of accountability would never maintain that Islam is against democracy and human rights. In fact almost all Islamic countries - with few exceptions - signed the U.N. Human Rights Declaration of 1948. Some countries who refused to sign had objection only on one clause on freedom of conscience and right to convert to any religion of ones choice. They felt it was against the tenets of Islam and one who renounces Islam should be punished with death. This is of course not the place to discuss this controversial question of the right to convert but suffice it to say that the Muslim jurists had instituted this punishment more for political than religious reasons. In the modern nation states the punishment for irtidad ( i.e. renouncing Islam) cannot be death and the individual must be given right to belie what he/she desires. One cannot be made to follow any religion under the threat of death. A religion is certainly a serious matter and a matter of conscience and commitment.

From all this will be seen that Islamic teachings as embodied in the Qur'an and sunnah of the Prophet (and not opinions of the jurists) are not against the concept of human rights and individual freedom (freedom of conscience). It is authoritarian rulers of some Muslim countries who denounce the concept of human rights as alien to Islam. Islam, in fact, is the first religion which legally recognised other religions and gave them dignified status and also accepted the concept of dignity of all children of Adam (17:70) irrespective of their faith, race, tribe, nationality or language (49:13)

The verse 2:213 is also quite significant on the unity of all human beings which is what is the intention of Allah. All differences are human and not divine and these differences should be resolved in democratic and goodly manner (29:46). These are the norms laid down by the Qur'an but the rulers of Muslim countries deviate from these norms to protect their hold on power and blame it on Islam.

Islam upholds pluralism, freedom of conscience and human and democratic rights and thus does not clash with the concept of secularism. It is also interesting to note that in a secular set up like India the 'ulama accepted secular principles of governance and never objected to it. In fact, the 'Ulama in India stress secularism and urge upon Muslim masses to vote for secular parties. Maulana Husain Ahmad Madani had taken lead in this respect by legitimising composite nationalism (Muttahida Qaumiyyat) and rejecting two nation theory. Of late the Jama'at-e-Islami-i-Hind has also accepted secular democracy and has even set up a secular democratic front of its own, particularly after demolition of Babri Masjid and the riots that followed it. Thus it will be seen that the Indian 'Ulama have shown a way in this respect by accepting secularism. Islam and secularism can and should go together in the modern world.

nisar bazmi by MM

Nisar Bazmi: A Maharashtrian Muslim boy from Khandesh goes to Pakistan.

Posted By M M


Whenever an upcoming artist or one of yesteryear in an interview says that he or she wanted to be in their present professional field since childhood, it is taken with a light tone, for children do not venture out in the world in quest of their dreams. Never have I once believed one who has said so. However, after meeting the multi-talented music composer-cum-director, photographer and poet, Nisar Bazmi, I realized that with commitment of purpose and intent to look beyond the stars, a child, too, can make his dreams come true.

An illustrious, well-acclaimed career that spans well over five decades began at the age of eleven as a hamnawa of Bombay's famous Yasin Qawal, and went on to establish Bazmi as one of India-Pak's most renowned music director.

Neither Nisar Bazmi, nor his family members, had any clue of what lay ahead for him when he left his house in a small town of District Khandesh (in Maharashtra) for Mumbai in quest of becoming a singer.

Mumbai even in 1936 was the hub of glamour and culture, and every young man dreamt of this fantasy land of opportunities. Staying with an aunt, on joining Yasin Qawal, the little fellow came to be lovingly known as "Yasin ka chokra".

For the chokra, performing with the qawwali group at private functions seemed a lifetime achievement. The Rs. 800 that the group earned from four performances a month were a fortune, considering that Rs. 500 to a person meant he was rich.

The next four years saw him under the tutelage of Ustad Amanullah Khan from where he graduated as a casual singer at the All India Radio (AIR).

It was here that music composer Dinkar Rao caught the musical sense in Bazmi. He not only got him promoted to permanent staff member, but also provided him with the opportunity to compose songs and background music for his play, Nadir Shah Durrani.

In 1940, Bazmi was earning Rs. 45, which was almost equivalent to what a banker earned then. "My father would very proudly say: 'My son is earning as much as a graduate earns!' I was not even a matriculate."

The songs of the play, which were rendered by Rafique Ghaznavi and Ameer Bai Karnataki, gained instant popularity, andimmediately after the play was aired, film director A. R. Zamindar approached Bazmi for his under-production movie,Jamna Paar. It was goodbye to AIR and to his desire of becoming a singer. He was now on his way to composing music for the Indian film industry.

In the subsequent years he composed music for more than 40 films, 30 of which were released, including Jeb Katra, Daghabaaz, Extra Girl, Khaufnak Ankhen and Khoj.

His songs were given life by Mohammad Rafi, Asha Bhosale (who had just entered the film world), Lata Mangeshkar and Mana Dey among others. He was instrumental in introducing the famous lyricist Anand Bakshi in Bhola Aadmi and helped in the career development of Laxmikant Pyarelal. Rafi's execution of Bazmi's composition, Chand ka dil toot gaya hai, ronay lagay hain sitaray, for the film Khoj was the composer's first composition to be played on radio.

"There were three categories in the film industry of India - A, B and C - for artists, photographers, producers, directors and music composers. These categories were according to the level of perfection, and each level had more finances attached to it.

To reach the A class, one had to qualify in rating from level C to B. "All the movies I composed music for were low-budget, C class movies. Even though the best directors and producers of the time tried their level best to break this barrier for me, this barrier could not be surpassed," he candidly admits. "In all those 15 years, none of my songs were apparently good enough to fall in the B category, leave alone A."

Nisar Bazmi would probably have struggled all his life trying to cross these fundamental barriers, had it not been for his friend Noman who travelled to Lahore in quest of brighter horizons for Bazmi. Noman's family urged Bazmi to go to Pakistan and fetch their son back. And so in 1962, it was this incidental trip to Lahore that changed the destiny of Nisar Bazmi.

Noman had ventured the then flourishing film studios of Lahore and ultimately, after hearing Bazmi's records, Fazal Karim Fazli signed Bazmi for the musical construction of his film Aisa bhi hota hai.

Although the film was released in 1965, its songs, including Ho tamana aur kya, jane tamana aap hain by Nur Jehan, and Mohabat main teray sar ki kasam, a duet by the Melody Queen and Ahmed Rushdi, were on the lips of every second person as early as 1963. "Noman returned home to India, but I stayed on and somehow or the other I never had the chance to go back to India or visit my hometown and friends in Khandesh (Maharashtra)."

After the tremendous success of Aisa Bhi Hota Hai, the success graph for Nisar Bazmi kept rising. Adl, Hatim Tai, and Aag came within a span of 18 months.

A new dimension of his personality came to the fore. That of being a poet. The 1960s and 1970s were the peak times of the Pakistan film industry with a maximum number of musical and situational films being produced. Bazmi gave vent to his poetic inclinations by studying the situations that developed in the movie and writing the antra on which the poet or lyricist was to develop the mukhra and the rest of the song. Very few music composers had this quality.

"The films presented for cinegoers in those years were the result of much calculated teamwork. To put a song together the entire production unit would sit with the music director, study the story and framework of the movie and then, keeping the situation in perspective, the initial verses were composed. In Reza Mir's Lakhon Mein Aik, where the story evolves out of a love affair, and the boy loses his memory, refusing to acknowledge his once beloved, the verses,Chalo acha hua tum bhool gaye, ik bhool hi tha mera pyar ho sajna, perfectly fitted the situation.

The scripts written then had depth, emotions and sentiments that people could associate with. "The focal point in present day movies is violence and sex. Songs are just put in with a strong beat that youngsters can dance to, but this type of music is transient, it cannot last. We try to ape the West and in doing so are left hanging midway."

For the more than 80 movies to which he contributed songs from 1962 to 1985, he received seven Nigar Awards, two student awards, one national award and the President's Pride of Performance. He missed the expected award for Lakhon Mein Aik, for at the same time Robin Ghosh was also a nominee for his songs of box-office hit Chakori, and won the Nigar Award.

The musical compositions for all time hits, Anjuman, Naag Mani, Meri Zindagi Hai Naghma, Saiqa, Andaleeb, Umrao Jan Ada, Khak aur Khoon, andEk Gunah aur Sahi are unforgettable. Nisar Bazmi's ghazals sung by Mehdi Hassan, including Ranjish hi sahi, Ik Husan ki devi say mujhe, Youn zindagi ki rah main, and Nur Jehan's Jo bacha tha woh lutaney kay leay, Aa parwanay aa, and Man mandir kay devta, will remain in the minds of people for a long time to come.

Bazmi also composed light melodies sung by Runa Laila ( Katay na katay ray, Dil dharkay, Aap dil ki anjuman main) and the versatile Ahmed Rushdi ( Aisay bhi hain meherbaan). He also composed several songs for television. His quomi naghmas became extremely popular, especiallyKhayal rakhna andHum zinda quom hain.

After 1978, the deterioration of the film industry set in motion. The general trend of going to movies began to fade with the rising sense of insecurity. Good scripts, professional directors and performers began to fizzle out. Bazmi did his last film,Meray Apney, in Lahore in 1981 with director Shamim Ara. The same year he shifted to Karachi and started giving music lessons. One of his best students was Faisal Latif, who has excelled in Ghazal singing, and has now started music compositions. "I feel proud of my students, and also of the fact that whatever I have learnt I am now transferring it to the younger generation, though there are not many."

Very few people know that Nisar Bazmi was a good photographer in the past. His majmua-i-kalam, "Phir Saaz-i-Sada Khamoosh Hua," is a beautiful addition to Urdu literature.

A few hours with him can be a very knowledgeable experience. Under that stern facade is a gentle heart full of humorous anecdotes.

Though he is content with living the life of a Sufi, and feels one should cherish the abilities one has, he, too, has some regrets. "None of my eight children has any interest in music; I did not get awards for at least five of the films that I deserved, especially Lakhon Main Aik,and above all I could not personally pursue classical music that I had set out to do way back in 1936."

word / laf'z

word
word
......innocent, innocuous, piercing, penetrating
......clinging to the bosom of the earth
word
......belief and disbelief
......individual and communal
......collective and divisive
word
......yesterday's, today's nor the morrow's
......and their extra-terrestrial attraction

laf'z
laf'z
......maa'soom, bay'zarar, sangeen, sakht
......dharti kay senay say chimtay hu'aye
laf'z
......yaqeen aur la-taal-looki
......fard aur g'roh
......g'roh aur g'roh-bandi
laf'z
......lal kay naa aaj kay naa kal kay
......aur oonki yeh ka'shish e ghair mar'aee

sitar and tabla and braj and kahriboli and khusrau

BRAJ & KHARIBOLI
In the introductiuon towards understanding Amir Khusrau, Dr. Zoe Ansari says Khusrau spent his early child hood in Patyali, which was the area of Braj speaking populace. After his father's death Khusrau frequently visited Delhi. He writes, "Obviously this lad would always be found roaming about the streets, with servants or others in the neighbourhood. This was an area of refined Khari Boli, which he afterwards called Dehlavi or Hindavi. Having a base of Braj, this inquisitve boy must have enriched himself by the knowledge of Dehlavi."

INVENTION OF SITAR, TABLA & DHOLAK
In Amir Khusrau and Hindustani music Abdul Halim Jafferkhan (b.1927 Jaura, Madhya Pradesh recipient of Padma Shree,1970) writes:

"Hazrat Amir Khusrau has been creditied with a number on inventions and innovatins in the field of music--- vocal as well instrumental........the three most important instruments which are usually attributed to Ameer Khusrau are : Sitar, Tabla and Dholak."

MORE ON SITYAR & TABLA
In Khusrau's Musical Compositons, Jaideva SIngh Thakur (b.1893 Gorakhpur, UP recipient of Padma Bhusan, 1974) writes:

"It is generally believed that Khusrau invented the Sitar. But the sitar is only a development of Tritantri Veena of India. There is no proof anywhere that it was invented by Ameer Khusrau..........nowhere in his writings does he mention that he was the inventor of Tabla."

So here we have two opposite views expressed by two musical scholars. And I am as perplexed as ever.

He has not changed / woh badla nahiN

He has not changed
sadly, my friend
mistaken you are
He is the same as always
unchanged

perhaps even He
could not change Himself ---
naíoozoíbillah
but that is another debate


the course of a river
a mosque, a mandir
love, hatred
can be changed
ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ.but
He cannot be changed

peek intently in your heart
gaze at others
it is we
who have changed

woh badla nahiN
dost aye hamdum míray
ghalat fehímee hay shadeed
woh badla nahiN
woh tou woh-hee hay

shayad khood ko bhee
woh badíl na sakhay
naíoozoíbillah
woh aílug behas hay


rookh e darya ko
musjid mandir ko
pyar nafrat ko
badla ja sakhta hay
ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖlaikin
oos ki zaat ko nahiN

ghaure say dekho
apnay dilouN maiN
apnay dilouN ko
woh badíl gaye haiN

Friday, August 26, 2005

reign of darkness / daur e zool'mutt

reign of darkness
this dark night
shall come to pass
as have other nights

(but wonder) if the dawn
will usher in light
or from the veins
reaching deep into earth
it will bring back
lightless darkness

will it cast a shadow
on the darkness
of the new dawn
or did the night forgot
to keep its promise
and blended its darkness with dawnís
into a suffocating soulless darkness

daur e zool'mutt
zoolím ki yeh raat maazi ki
tareek raatouN ki tarah
youN guzar hee jaíayegi

laikin aanay wala din
zameen ki ragouN main dORti
kaanouN ki gehraiyouN say
syahi na maaNg laíaye

aur naíaye din per kaheeN
gumaan na karaiN raat ka
ya aisa tO naheeN kay
raat nay janay ka waídah
bhula dya hO aur youN
shubb o roz aik hogaíaye hON

wistful - two versions

wistful i
we marched the march to season's drum beat
as youth turned to distant memory
lines and scars appeared
furtively at first, entrenched later
along the passage we acknowledged
each and every smile

today our world is a lightless grey
reluctantly, hesitantly, expectantly
we walk the alleys and byways
of Memoryville
occassionally even if we encounter
a shadow of some smile
then momentarily (as if)
our existence is lit up


yaas kay mahal i

bachpun goozra jis nay rah e rasm baR'haee
oosi kay ho li'ye hum

ab tou ajab aalam hay
zehan kay goushoN maiN
taamir haiN yaas kay mehal
ab tou ko'ie mooskurah bhi daita hay
tou lamhay hee kay li'ye
jaan aajaati hay goya


wistful ii
in lifeís travail
we stumbled
from smile to smile
as youth turned to distant memory
lines and scars appeared
furtively at first
well entrenched later---
along this march
smile became balize.

today our world is a lightless grey
reluctantly, hesitantly, expectantly
we ambulate the alleys and byways
of Memoryville
Occasionally, if we encounter
even a shadow of a smile
then momentarily our existence is lit up

pur hasrat ii
umír goozri
mooskurahatouN kay
taaíqoob maiN
tasaadum maiN
ganj maiN

ab tou hay ajab aalam
zehan kay har dou goushoN maiN
taamir haiN hasratouN kay mehal
ab tou ko'ie mooskurah bhi daita hay
tou lamhay hee kay li'ye goya
jaan aajaati hay jaisay

who'd ask / koee kya poochay

whoíd ask

i

query the flowing waters, where
disappeared those promises
safeguarding existence, beliefs

ii

search for strangers
to befriend
for happiness untainted
reverberations
of busy day's evening
striving
for future in existential fog
amidst an innate, inexplicable belief
that all will end well.

iii

hands that do not
trace foot prints
hands contemptuous of labour
towards the black hole
these hands are raised
effortlessly
against all gravity
against all belief, learning.

iv

heaven, earth, whole and part
slapped by tides
of vicissitude
of Time ---
feast, famine, innocence and its death
vacuousness of soul and
ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖpeace
following Hope's demise

v

in the eternal revolutions
of these tides
FreeMan's strive for FreeHorizons
Water will keep flowing
how can one query
the ebb and flow

koíee kya poochay

i

aab e rawan say poucho
kahaN ga'aye woh waa'day
wajood aur tahafífooz e eemaaN kay

ii

talaash baygaanouN ki
jinhaiN apna sakhaiN
moosarírataiN kay jin ki taamir maiN
na houN karb kay paywund
masrouf din ki shaam ko baazgasht
wajoodi kohar maiN sai' e moostaqbil e roshan
yaqeen e ghairímur'aee her sheíh ki khoosh-hali ka

iii

haath jou baRhtay nahiN
jaanib e gurd e paa
bíjooz iftikhaar jou gard aazm'aie ko
hatak samajh tay haiN apni
yehi haath soo'aye khilaa e siyah
baRhtay chalay jatay haiN
kis sehl e bay mushaqíqat say
---khilaf e taalim o eemaaN
---khilaaf e kashsish e-saqíl

iv

falak o zameen, kool o jooz
gardish aashnaa, gardish zadah
sairabi o tashnagi
maasomiyat o halakat
tishnaa labi e rooh
aur itminaan e marg e hasrat

v

gardish kay in abdi da'airouN maiN
mard e aazaad ki sa'ie e aazaadi e nafís
aab e rawan rawan rahay ga
gardish e aab say ko'ie kiya pouchay

who knows / kaun jaanay

who knows
when we are dead
will meet some houri
in a paradise
or dust will blendÖ
who knows

prophets, sages
spent their lives
dusting off the truth
or did they
throw us in a whirlpool
of delusions and doubts

whateverÖ
i, of faith believe
will meet you again
---be it fiery or
heavenly place
will meet you again

kaun jaanay
khair
mur jaaíooN ga jub maiN
jannat, koíee hoor milay gi
yaa khaak naachay gi khaak say
kaun janay

paiíghaamíbírouN daaínishíwarouN nay
kiya hum kinaar aaígíhi say bar bar
ya phaink diya tha hum ko
tazabízoob kay andhay bhaníwur maiN

phir bhi meri jaaN
yaqeen hay tou milay gi
phir tou milay gi
aaag maiN
khush aabad maiN
shish jehat maiN kay
jahaN bhi ga'aye hum
tu milay gi
tu phir milay gi

day dreaming : thoughts on kashmir

#3514 A State of Confusion on September 24, 1999
Wasiq:

Wasiq yaar tum baray sharir ho! Kitni maa'soomiyat say Kashimr ka hal dhoondh rahay ho.

Here is my blueprint. Admittedly, this can be further fine tuned.

--Pre-'47 Kashmir (both Indian & Pakistani Kashmir --- henceforth referred to only as Kashmir) should be hander over to a Kashmir Commission, under the aegis of the UN for the next 25 years.
--This Kashmir Commission to be an autonomous body answerable to UN only and shall comprise of five or seven retired Supreme Court Justices-- three each from India and Pakistan-- to be chaired by a Srilankan Chief Justice.
--This Kashmir Commission will be responsible for all affairs of Kashmir, save defence.
--Defence and integrity of Kashmir to be guaranteed jointly by India and Pakistan.
--India and Pakistan Armies to nominate two armed divisions each towards the creation of a FirstArmy of Peace. The Command structured so that it alternates every two years between India and Pakistan, under Kashmiri civilian control.
-- Half of of this FirstArmy at the disposable of the UN Security Council, to be deployed at the hot trouble spots in the world -- Bosnia, Kosovo,
Ethiopito, E. Timor etc. The other half to be stationed in Kashmir. There should be a two year rotation within this FirstArmy.
--The half of this FirstArmy in Kashmir should be deployed thus. The Indian component should be stationed along the Paksitani border, and the Pakistani component facing the Indian border.
--Kashmiris should have the option to travel outside Kashmir using special UN issued Passports. They can also retain their present passports.
---At the end of 25 years, the Kashmiris to decide their fate under a UN sponsored referendum. India and Pakistan give an undertaking to abide by their wishes.
----This Kashmir Commission should decide on a definition of a Kashmiri within first month of existence.
---Citizens of India and Pakistan should be able to freely travel to Kashmir for up to 30
days without visas.
---Funds to sustain this Kashmir Commission should come from the Government of India and Pakistan following this formulae: A-B divided by 10, where A= federal government (New Delhi/Islamabad) expenditure in Kashmir for the last ten years, and B= total revenue+taxes collected from their respective parts of Kashmir. This ten year average to be given to the Kashmir Commison within 30 days of taking oath of office. These funds to be replenished every year by India and Pakistan and should be increased or decreased by the percentage of increase or decrease of Indian and Pakistani federal budgets.
---This agreement to be binding on successor
Indian/Pakistani governments.

As I suggested, this can be further fine tuned.

regards

yeh na thee humari jaahil bakri....

bakri ho ya bakray ki maaN
bhook mitanay kay lyay
khai gee to beh'r haal

aur zik'r oos bakri ka:
qusoor srif yeh tha na
kay paRhi likhi na thee
aur bhooki bhee nikli woh
tou khaa gayee woh patta

aur such poucho tou bhai
kaash koi hum say bhee
gar pooch ta tOu kehtay
bhayee yeh namaz rozay
waghera bhee mazaidar haiN
laikin yeh na thee humariÖÖ

victory / jeet

victory
droplet of life's beginning
infant's smile
defeat of eyes glistening
defeat
---futile debate of ocean's foam
..............with the patience of the shore
---of matter and mat?riel
..............with pledges and promises
---of life
..............with death

and death's victory
death's defeat

jeet
qatraa e hayaat e nau
tabassum e tif'l
shikast e gohar e mishgaaN
shikast
---samandar kay jhaag ki takraar
..............sahil kay sabr say
---mahiyyat ki
..............ehd o paymaaN say
---zindagi ki
..............maut say

aur maut ki jeet
maut ki haar

un-fulfillment / tishnagi

un-fulfillment
life is a mirage
thought an illusion
flowing every which way
illusion though
remains unfulfilled
in existential ruins


tishnaghi

zindagi ik saraab
tasawíwur ik wahima
baha jata hay her sooí
wahimaa magar
rehta hay tishna
wajoud kay khandarouN maiN

Thursday, August 25, 2005

aa'aye koi roh aa'aye

aa'aye koi roh aa'aye

oos nay kaha aao
soos'taa lo
kuch dair yahaN



ab tO muddat guzri
ba'dun f'roshi kiyay huaye
bhool ga'aye goya
sukoon lamhay bhar ka
woh lut'f e hanghaam
sab qissay epaarina hu'aye


aa'aye koi rooh
neelaam ghar maiN
tou phir sodai banaiN gay hum

ooskay dar

haasil karnay kay liíaye
soucha tha kabhi
dahína haath bhee
qurbaan ker daiNgay
gar mazeed tílub karay
tou bayaaN haath
gerdun......... sir
maísawa'aye dil ---
jo pehlay hee hum
nazar ker chukay haiN

gar aisa huía tou kya hum
qaabil e qubool hoNgay
kya ooskay huzoor

mauj e hawadis

behr e hawadis ki zud maiN
kuch itna majrooh huíaye hum
keh gar oosko ab paa bhee laiN
tou shayad ik aah bhee sukoon ki
per na maar sakhay labouN say
kaisi hay yeh qeemat
kaisa tha woh shauq míra?

to the new wanderer / na'aye sehra n'ward say

to the new wanderer
now that you have come
without knock or invite
why this hesitancy? come
relax.............put to flame
the cloak of worn out ideals

we know you came not of free will
you rebelled
running away from the city
running away from your world

relax now for moments few
presently
the desert wanderers will return
and the desert will lit up
the city will burn, turning desert

na'aye sehra n'ward say
Jou tum chalaay hee aa'ye hou
bilaa daawat o dastak
hitch'kitcha'hat yeh phir kaisi
aao soustaa lou nazar e aatish karo
is pai'rahan e afkaar e farsooda kou

maa'loum hai humaiN
laya nahiN hay shouq
baghawat ki hay
aasha'eeshouN say tumnay
apni oos basi duniya say

kuch dair soostaa lou
sehra naward bas aatay hee hONgay
roshan hoga phir yeh dasht
aur shehr tumhara jalay gaa
dasht ho gaa

time .. waq't

time
tired of its rhythm
friend nor foe
prisoner of past
present and future
like the ocean waves
rushes on and on...

truth
ctalyst of the caravan of Life
search for which
friends abandoned long ago
moves on and on...

reflections
memories of you
of others
and the tides
of remembrance
runs on and on...

life
a blend of timetruthreflections
and you and i passion personified
passion -- Love Ultimate
in this sea of life
flow on and on...

____________________________________________________________________________________

waq't
aajiz apni rawaani say
dost hay na dushman
aseer e maazi o hal o mustaqbil
maaniNd e mauj
rawaaN hay dawaaN hay

such
karvaan e zindagi ka moíhar'rik
such, kay choRh di hay
joos'tu'joo jis ki yaarouN nay
rawaaN hay dawaaN hay

yaad
kabhi oos ki
kabhi oon ki
aur yaadouN kay yeh mudd o jazír
rawaaN haiN dawaaN haiN

zindagi
aamaizish hay
waqít, such aur yaad ki
aur tum aur hum
banay haiN jou mujassim e shauq
shauq kay hay jo ishíq ki intiha
is behír e zindagi maiN
rawaaN haiN dawaaN haiN

that smile: fourth of july fireworks that smile

lava eclipsing
doubt daubing
whim veiling
fear folding
that smile

throwing
--to winds
--to wolves
all caution
that smile

twirling a vowel
tossing a consonant
touches nor tremors
that smile

to die for
to live for
in my embrace
not mona's
that smile

height of skepticism

Newspaper lead March 23, 2034

we will resist
we will not accept Army rule
we will mobilize the people
we will fight the generals

ususal suspects

words, phrases
humble lawyers
polite policemen
the usual suspects
speeders, jay walkers
black/brown drivers in exotic cars
lovers holding hands in wrong neighborhoods
street people in saks fifth avenue
bearded muslims in the west
friendly Indians/Pakistanis
casual pukka friends
khakhis in Pakistan
concerned parents
peace lovers
tree huggers
poets

forlorn, cascading

smiling through the clouds, love
that much abused four letter word
showering understanding, affection
unasked, unexpected, unmitigated
relieving, soothing, embracing
cascading love
affronting earthward resistance
simple love morphs
enigmatic, baffling, mystifying

and God smiles

tale of love-supreme / daastaan e shauq

tale of love-supreme
why build a mountainous canal?
---my love-supreme is indestructible
why marbled monuments?
---my faith is unshakable
why desert wandering?
---it is ingrained in my self
why write this tale?
---silence is my eternal companion
---silence is inherent in me

daastaan e shauq
taamir e nehar kiyouN
---kay hay shauq mera pookhta
marmareen imarat kiyouN
---kay hay yaqeen emohkum
sehra nawardi kiyouN
---kay hay dasht nihaaN meray wajood maiN
daastaan e shauq kiyouN ho minnat pazeer e qal'm
---kay hay khaa'mOshi rafiq e daireena
---kay hay khaa'm oshi jooz wajood ka m'ray

Mr. ABC's Feast

Had breakfast with Ms. Love
once
she a rare beauty
I know, I know
rarely do we love ugliness
so much love oozing
out of everywhere
drowned and suffocated
--before the eggs were scrambled.

Had brunch with Ms. Life
once
she of fervent fervour
full of height and long tresses
had an easy smile and quotable bites
on all subjects
--barely survived the entrements.

Had lunch with Ms. Perfect
once
she brimming with vitality
of the non-medicinal kind
a well shaken
partially pierced can of cola
--fizzled before the fries arrived.

Had tea with Ms. Philosophy
once
oh the thoughts we thought
we'd examine
probe all the answers
to the ultimate query
she of full lips, bright eyes
curtained by layered lead
--fizzled before the pot was stirred.

Had snacks with Ms. Democracy
once
she of fair disposition
brave, adventurous, finicky
not easily digestible
nor transplantable
--lasted not beyond the hors d'ouevre.

Had dinner with Ms. Idealism
almost, once
brimming with justice and morality
laced with righteous indignation
tall, well endowed, popular
stood me up, she did
--did not even scan the menu.

Had a rendezvous with a damsel
once
at Shezan, atop a hill
over in that dysfunctional city
she of reserved dignity
and infectious wit
knew
and knew what she knew not.
Two scores and five years
have elapsed
oh how Mother Time flies
this bard/scribe knows not
and Ikbal's feast
continues...........


post script: aitraaf

Nairangi-e-khayal ki jastt
lay ga'iee janay kitnay shabistanouN maiN
shab ki dhanak, hangham-e-bay-khudi
aur subh-e-nau takalluf-e-widaa
kooch pur-tashakkur, kooch pur-nadaamat
jazbouN kay bojh talay
zindagi ki rahaouN pur
guzartay raahay, chaltay rahay.

Gar naa miljatay Aap
tou maan lijee-aye
shabistanouN kay bhaNwar maiN
mauj-e-jazbaat say takratay takratay
janay kab kay paarah paarah hojatay hum.

a simple poem about september 16

got up
shaved, bathed, dressed
ate some
drove to work
worked
drove home
changed, ate
and am writing this
a simple poem about September 16

but you know
am not totally honest
cannot be honest
fear this honesty

would love to share this day
but something holds me back
(told you cannot be honest)

do you get a feeling
this day means something
rather special
youíre probably right

it takes a special event
or a special person
or a special happening
to transform the ordinary
into rare

checked the mail first thing
this morning
and countless times since
unblinkingly gazed at the screen
almost willing that mail
in vain
listened for a particular ring
that never rang
looked at the door all day
for a knock that never came

this day is about to fade
into another
and i must get to bed
with clear eyes
for am a man
an empty man, but still a man
and weíre not to be caught
misty eyed

silsila e shubb o rOz

ik yeh ghusíl e visaal hay
jo hum daiNgay is khasta jaaN ko
ik woh ghusíl e visaal hoga
jo ghair daiNgay is khasta jaaN ko
ab hum milaiN gay aap say
jub hum milaiN gay aap ko

silent speech / gooftar e bay awaaz

silent speech
proclaim the anguish
of inner most grief
declare loudly
if you can

in this City of Weak Beliefs
in abundance are the eloquent ones
who with deafening wails
shatter the walls of silence

to that declaration
yesterdayís bereft ears
remain insatiable today

speech compromised,
succumbs to fears prevalent
comes time, then, to follow the norm
---keep talking
without saying anything

on the lava of discourse
keep on laying
wreaths of silence
keep on...

gooftar e bay awaaz
souz e darouN ki pukaar
aam kardo
kehna hai jou
sadaa e aam kar do

is shehr e zoe'of e aitaqaad maiN
haiN hazarouN khush goof'taar aisay
choop kay dasht maiN jou
lataay haiN toofaan e samaa

kaan jou thay kal tak
haiN aaj bhi tishnaa
oos sadaa kay

Khouf e mu'rawwaj say
goyaai gar ho majrooh
tou laazim hay adub e maa'moolaat
bus boltay raho
kuch na kaho

fik'r kay laaway pay
hasti ki chadar
charhatay raho
charhatay raho...

shoreline confrontation

in the recesses of mind
lies the battle ground
of illusion and delusion
fission and fusion

by the banks of River of Thought
Truth is (forever) battered
by the unending waves
of different smiles ---
warm, sad, ambiguous
and our never ending endeavours
to untangle

we are
we are not
we are, what we are not
we are not, what we are

say something / kuch tO kaho

say something
urges punditji
talk not
---of men of letters
---the strive for some eternal truth
---of life and death
---and tales of eternal injustices
what is there in them eternal talks

urges puanditji
say this, and that
---recite a ghazal full of imagery
---talk of infatuation sublime
---of love supreme
---write of pain ensconced
in the corners of heart
---fleeing touch of skin
---that reverberating heart beat
---the heavy breathing
---that total one-ness, unawareness
say this, or that ...say something...

kuch tO kaho
farmatay haiN punditji
choRRho yeh ehl e sukíhn ki baataiN
joostujoo kisi aíbudi such ki
zindagi aur maut
dastaann e zulím e azal
rakhha kya hay in baatouN maiN

farmatay haiN punditji
yeh bhee kaho woh bhee
ghazal chehRRo, muírassah woh bhee
junoon e pus e pardah ki
ishíq ki baataiN chehRRo
dil kay tareek konouN maiN
dera dalay daríd kay qissay
hathouN ka límus
harkat e dil
saaNs ka ookhuRna
shish jehat bay khubíri
kooch to sunao, kooch tou kaho

rooh ku'shai

i

kisi bhatakti huíi rooh maiN
rooh phoonknaa tíra
yeh aímr rooh afzaa nahiN
rooh farsaa nahiN
rooh kushaa hay shayad

ii

hum haiN mudífun yahaaN wahaaN
jis nay chaha kuchla yahaaN wahaa

iii

khauf aata hay oss lamhay say
when this strip-poker of soulíll end
doubts surface and abound
what if there is nothing
behind the layers we peel
will we revel in nothingness

iv
{from a friend}
Life's Common Tragedies

Loss begets more loss these days
I tread water
Or thin, cracked ice
and dive repeatedly into the ponds of my own circumlocution

And to add insult to deep, sublime injury
I am called seer, sage also

Life's common tragedies
they call stories such as ours
and people such as you......


vi

life's common tragedies
are just that
.................common

here - will raise the glass
to the uncommon, as in special
.......................rare
divine comedies
that scar the soul
not once, not twice....

to drown, shift and seek
we walk the intersections
where we seek mates
unsuspectingly
ending with soul mates

and

instead of calming the seas
they cause mayhem in oceans
blaming fate we add
a few anguished scars on the face
and a few more on the soul

and speaking of fate ...

renewal / qe'hutt

renewal
famine---------of intellect
abundance----of multitudes
light------------on essence
shadow--------on Love-Supreme
------------------on aspirations
past--------------a mirage
present----------mirroring indulgences
future-----------hopeful fog

tajdeed
qe'yhutt---------e'hutt ur rijaal
ifraat------------jamm e ghafeer
roshni-----------maahiyyat ki
sa'aye-----------shauq pay
-------------------ummeed pay
haal-------------ak's e riyaa kaari
mustaqbil-------ghubar e pu'r ummeed

bush & compnay: read my lips

if death rains
the sighs and cries
of civilians
will shake and move
your house

the story of
elephants and birds*
will be revisited
and reversed

you and yours
will be housed
next to milosevic
here, in history
and hereafter


*surah Al Feel 105

rivers of red cobwebs

armenia, chechenya,
occupied palestine
occupied pakistan and
preoccupied God
innocence, innocents
in silence suffer


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ëi want herí
ëno, not herí
first red rain erupted
first murder, second injustice
was it love or ego?
certainly it wasnít land

the second red shower
was over land
ownership akin to being god
(not godly or god-like)

men multiplied without growing
meanwhile, God lost interest
and stopped making more land
what Man did not have he acquired
through deceit and perennial red rain

messengers brought messages
Man ignored and showered red
land forever thirsty, willingly absorbed

ëme, mine, myí
God had stoppedÖ


God is a distant memory
men in image of god, wannabee god
new captains of land-ships
thirsty, greedy, less godly

new gods from new land
eye distant gods of old
red will flow yet again
back-room gods have ordained
they need this and that parcel
what is a million or two
throbbing hearts
at the exchange altar?

cobwebs
of rivers of red
map innocent eyes

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

pujariON kay des maiN : b'naz'r e dargah e jabRa shareef

seedha saadha aadmi tha woh kabhi
seedha seedha gaya woh fauj maiN
aur bus ittefaqan hee ik din
bun gaya woh raja
pujariyouN kay oos daise ka

bhook, iflaas, la'chaari
ub ko maiN chaRRha dooN ga
halali saleeb per, cheekha woh
bay aímali ki tareek ghaarouN say
bahar laaouN ga aap sub kou
manbar e tank say cheekh cheekh ker
kiyay waa'day oos nay logouN say

bila kisi tafreek e dost o dushman
aimaal o nayyat her tairhwaiN shaksh ko
sulata gaya woh zair e zameeN
aur hotay hotay ik din
woh khud bana tairhwaaN aadmi
seedah saadah baichara woh

kaha majnooN nay -- b'qaul Rumi

"dil maiN rehti hO tum
aankh maiN basti hO tum
rooh o dimagh maiN tum
her zarra e zaat maiN
phir likhooN kahan maiN
laila tera naam maiN"

maanga thaa kub maiN nay

yeh bojh jO kaaNdhON per meray
peer e tasma-paa ki maanind
youN sa'daa rehta hay sawar
jaisay yeh bojh saaya hO m'ra

kaha oos nay

dekho, mujhay dekho
dekho samandar ki lehrON kO
dekho mahtaab ki aankh macholi
dekho oos masoom ki muskurahat
dekho mujhay dekho

tum yeh sub dekh sakhtay hO, il'm hay
tum yeh sub bayaaN ker sakhtay hO
aazadi e guftaar ka phir kyuN
her dum gila shikwa kartay hO

tum samajh say m'ri bala'ter hO

khood-kar zeena

is khood-kar zeenay per aye meray khudaya
laooN kahaaN say darmian e hujoom
istada rehnay ki pairON main woh taqat?

ik rOz barqi rau youN bachaa kay jaan
bhaagi taarON kay jaal e gunjaaN say
kay is shehar kay sub khood-kar zeenay
chaltay qadmOn kO taktay reh ga'aye

oos baybus zeenay per bojh-lada chala jO
tO aaya yeh khayal kay awaam watan maiN
natawaaN kaandhON per
un gin't nakhudaON ka bojh sadiON say
bardasht ker rahay haiN baghair kisi oof kay

main youN pa ba jOlaan
oos khood-kar zeenay per
shikast aashna hu'a

rear view mirror: at the bottom

abyss--profundity and resilience
shallow--trifling and trivial

in the void
memories are the shadow

memories--a collage of lifetimes
preserving, prolonging, propagating

sub aagaaz o anjaam
sub sajday, mulaqaataiN
rai'gaaN, fuzool

aai, rukay, chalay
aur paya kya

fasana e zindagi maiN
nahiN mila woh kahiN

the light fades s l o w l y
descending it gets cooler, aphotic

and the shadow becomes us
and we become Him

of (in)difference

timeless pursuits or idle musings
under starlit skies after day's work
alone or in company, with choice brew
truth, beauty, love get raked over fire
after the children, women
and the food is tucked away
for the next day

oh yes until very recently
women served only one purpose
alrightÖtwo!


truth, beauty, love get blurred with
weather, land, prey, crops
smilesÖyes smiles too, and i smile
at the age old pursuits

time to be indifferent?
well, that's for another time!


the only difference that diffident
...................differentiating
discernment differentiates
between yesterdays meditations
and today's ponderings
is not a difference

what we were, what we are
what we be, what we have
..........between the ears
discerns, dictates, differentiates
individuals past and present

waswisay

dikhaya tha tujh ko aaeena
ghum, was'wisay, shikway apnay
sub tu dekh sakhta hay oos maiN
sub tO dekha tu nay oos maiN
main thee ik khuli kitab t'ray lyay
................maaNga thaa kya bata
a shoulder to cry, to lean toÖ

laikin ab woh baat lag'ta hay
rahi nahiN darmiaN humaray
haaN, shayad yeh m'ra weh'm hO
.................ya was'wisa
dOst m'ray dOst nahiN niklay
saathi m'ray saathi nahiN niklay
tu bhee tu nahiN raha
hai kya karooN aye maseeha
yeh shish-jehati kurb
bhas'm karday ga mujhay
saha nahiN jata ab mujh say
aur tu likhta bhee nahiN ab
ghaire sa laghta hay ab
teri muskurahti aankhiouN say
teray kaandhouN ki woos'at say
ab garmi ka ehsaas jata raha
hai kya karooN aye maseeha

on pak writings -- for roz

Roz:

imagination

yaar can you name one writer without imagination?...they have to have imagination...it is the use that may be suspect...or the execution of that imagination...well...they are writing in an alien language...even though they perhaps know it better than their mother tongue...

rootedness

well, you may have something there...if i read you correctly you are disenchanted with the way the English Pakistani writer depict their stories...or perhaps...how they try not to relate to their environments?...but they do...to their middle class instincts and upbringing!...wasn't shamsie criticised for writing about defence and not nazimabad?...

well...right and not so...(

digression: manto, ashfaque and ismat and bedi and krish’n etc...wrote on what they experienced first hand...besides they were great(er) writer in their own way so any comparison with emrging English writers from pk is as yet futile (including mohsin who has been a one horse saga like arundathi)...however, why did the English translation of abdullah hussain’s udas naslein ( which incidentally he translated himself) did not do well?...the story is well rooted...in fact too well rooted in the lower to lower middle class rural folks?...another digression within digression: while anny's (qurratul ain haider’s translation of her own novel aag ka darya (mythical past to partition era) did better)...it was rooted...in history, separation, past, myths...she is far too cerebral and knowledgable and used the millennium wide canvas effectively...

khair

so...have my doubts if the Pk English writers would come out with a blockbuster based on the lower or poorer bastees...first they don’t have that first hand experience nor the inclination....and secondly, ( i suspect) they don’t have the market...the audience we speculated earlier on...

incidentally

a very good desi friend of mine has just finished writing her first English novel...it is making the round of publishers here and one or two of them have shown an 'interest'...that novel is based in history...circa 1600s india...so there are more than one way to skin the cat...

...the Pk English writer have to have an obsession...and a fire in the belly....to dare, to daunt, to tread where others have not before them...unless this spirit materializes they will just survive...

yearned unyearned

in the spine-shiver chill of whelming darkness
prodding the drowsy amber with stick
for some inkling, awareness, heat, light
the beggar in the patented torn-stitched wool
confessed of his many vices
...............to the pauper
in peshmina, a wild eyed, fellow sojourner

said the patented beggar
to the peshmina pauper
the vices remain not vices
when owned up to and eyed
hold on! with faith, you'll conquer
love, yearned and undeserved
loses out to
love un-yearned and deserved

at a CAS* meet

from a former ward now a volunteer

oos say gila nahiN
maaN hay na baap mera
seekha hay jo kuch maiN nay
zamanay say seekha
kabhi laRRkhaRai hooN
kabhi bachch ga'ee maiN
jis maqaam per hooN aaj
apni kaavishOn say
zoar e bazoo say hooN

maaN hay na baap mera
apna hee ehsaan hay
aur haaN Khuda gar hay
tO shayad Oos ka bhee
paRhna hay baRhna hay
aur aagay jana hay
is safar maiN kabhi
jeetooN gi, harooN gi
paooN gi, khOooN gi
laikin aik bat hogi
mustaqbil khood hee maiN
apna banaouNgi

ik khalish khalti hay
ghum ka gila nahiN
khushiouN main maaN baap ki
kabhi kabhi shiddat
say kami lagti hay

*Children's Aid Society

debt / qar'z

debt
debt of ocean to the drop
friendship, love, life
are oceans and drops
under the debt's heaviness
the pauper's heart is crushed
but still sings His praise

qar'z

qarz samandar ka qatray per
dosti, muhabbat, zindagi
sub samandar haiN, qatray bhee
qarzouN kay manON bojh talay
dil bhikari daba hu'a
magan hay ham'd o sana maiN

pointing fingers

satta-watta, karo-kari
malignant cancers they carry
it's easy to blame others
feudals, beards we finger
we come up with pathetic gem
"it is never us always them."

born of women we trash them
at every chance we condemn
we ignore the inner cancer
religion nor psyche answer
we have no character, no will
behind veil of honour we mill
in search of a glory past
wondering why it did not last
we regress behind that era
to the jehalat's chimera
my brothers in islam soon
in this urge to spit at moon
we'll be burying our daughter
and women we will slaughter

forget others, lay this blame
on you and me without acclaim

proud muslim's tarana

come then sing with me
come and sing with me
for am a muslim, a proud muslim
come and sing with me a proud muslim
on sleeves proudly i wear my badge
a book, a mat, a mark on my forehead
chant la ilaha illall'lah with me
i eat and pray and multiply
from a handful to a billion plus
for am a muslim, a proud muslim
five times a day i bow to the unseen
then i cock the gun and win some converts
come and sing with me a proud muslim
am an equal opportunity killer

i kill for honour, i kill for pride
i kill for my Allah, my prophet
it matters not for me whom you follow
i kill jews, christians and hindus
believers non believers matter not
tall , short, dark, fair, old or young am an
equal opportunity killer
come and sing with me a proud muslim
when I run out of infidels I'll kill
sunnis, shias, deobandis, barelvis

I kill for honour, I kill for pride
I kill for my Allah, my prophet
it matters not for me whom you follow
in the name of the Most Benificient
equal opportunity killer
card carrying proud muslim, that's me
come and sing with me a proud muslim!

zindagi

kabhi kabhi, nahiN aksar
living becomes a high wire act
in an overpowering fog
with pole, cable invisible
manzil dhooNdh maiN chupi hui
srif mohoom ik ummeed per
qad'm uthTay chalay jatay haiN

easy answer / aasaan jawab

easy answers
reasons for living
obvious and hidden
life's new beginning
droplet's movement
meditative passions
ebb n flow of water
eternal strive
lovesupreme dependent

the passion ultimate
the First Word Wrestle

aasaan jawab
dala'el e hayat
a'yaaN o nihaaN
namood e hayat
harkat e qatra
garmi e andaisha
mudd O jazar e aab
joostujoo e azli
sub marhoon e shauq

shoraidgi e junooN
shOrish e harf e awwal

triunity / taslees

triunity
that tri-tussle
of you, i and him/her
you and i
who ever can object
you and him(her) together
even the very thought
is unbearable

taslees
kashakash e taslees
hay aur tu, maiN aur woh

tu aur maiN ger hON tO
bhala aitraz kisay
tu aur woh ger hON tO
ya takhayyul bhi hay
giraaN buhat mujh ko

pehla ghar

the landlord's smile beckoned an exchange
give two weeks advance to call this room home
four bare walls, a lone bulb in the ceiling
a cot, a chair and a roof overhead
the triangle* of life now complete
now they can give notice and evict me

chothi surkhi

kal kay akhbar ki
ik chothi surkhi
police aur car chor ki dOR maiN
chOrahay per ik maasoom
dhO baitha jaan say haath

kal hee ki yeh baat hay
sar e shaam pee thee
chai saath ooskay
phir woh haadsa
aur aaj yeh baataiN
aanay walay kal kay lyay
likh raha hooN maiN

kal ki bhee kya baat hay
kal aa'aye gi koi aur khabar
koi aur jaan e munn
hoga kisi hadsay ka shikar
kyuN na abhee say ootha looN
haath yeh qal'm
maghfirat kay lyay
seena kobi kay lyay

kal aaj aur kal
zabaan e yaar e mun
aur yeh nazakataiN
kal ki bhee kya baat hay
na aaj ka hay na kal ka

maaN

zaat ka choolah tunay
phoonkh phoonk ker ki hey yeh
kaisi aag roshan míray
dil, dimagh, wajood maiN

dhaRakta rahay ga
jub tuk yeh dil mera
bhaijta rahay go woh
salaam her dum tujh ko

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

probing in the dark / shaoor po'or dhundh, sim't ghair muta'ayyun

probing in the dark
wished she had listened
what a smooth sailing life would have been
together wouldíve journeyed imaginationís lanes
together wouldíve rested at dusk

look at the irony
accusing me she left
without a second glance
in the path, in the journey
nor at the destination
did we ever meet again

shaoor po'or dhundh, sim't ghair muta'ayyun
kash soíonn leta woh baat míri
aasaan guzarta, khoob katíta yeh safar
saath bhataktay takhayyul ki rah-dariyouN maiN
saath soíosta tay shabistanON maiN

sitam zareefi daikhiyay
mudhoshi ka taana day ker
mehfil say aisa gaya woh
rah maiN, na safar maiN
na manzil per phir mila woh

striving / talaash

striving
the search for Truth
led us
in different directions
and if ever our paths crossed
we missed it between unresolved
deliberations
of the Mind and the Heart
Truth remained in striving

talaash
joos'tu'joo such ki
lay gayee humaiN
janay kahaaN kahaaN
gur paya bhi to kho dya
dil o dimagh
ki kashmakish maiN
such talaash maiN raha

mailignant memories

mailignant memories
memories
selected
preserved
filed away
for cosmic
betrayal

memories
appearing
when least
expected
quibbling
unconscious

o lord of
universe
please save (us)
from those
malignant
memories

mailignant memories
memories, selected, preserved,
filed away for cosmic betrayal

memories appearing when least
expected, quibbling, unconscious

o lord of universe please save (us)
from those malignant memories

malignant memories
memories
filed away
betray
appearing
unexpectedly.
lord save us!
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and as i wrote above i recalled this famous couplet..

yaad e maazi azaab hay ya rub
cheenh lay mujh say hafiza mera

reminiscing is an agony
take away my memory o lord

my valentine poem

i think the world of you
i know the road ahead
has ups and downs and turns
with rain, snow and shine
and those twinkling stars
shining in the sky

with your hand in my hand
together we will live
life of love and laughter
and sadness and sorrows
we will face the heavens
face all adversity
and be one with the stars
shining in the sky

missing every moment
when you are not with me
love you, love you, love you
my M---- i love you so

na sataayish ki tamanna

ik muhabbat woh hay
jo na chahtay huíaye bhee
lub, nigah, junmbish say
phail jaati hay her soo'

aur ik woh hay dost míray
jo mohtaaj nahin hay
lub, nigah, junmbish ki
kOn samajh paíaye ga
aisi zabaaN ko aur?

what can we count on?

carrying, nourishing, nursing
and after the umbilical disconnect
still toiling, carrying on, nurturing

then one day some years later
she bursts out
not a sequin of tear drops
cascading over her cheekbones
but a dam-burst

what can we count on with certainty
she asked
taxes, death, life and its aftermath?
whatíll happen to memories, books, mementos
relationships, built and discarded
the smile on the face of the aged
brought on by the volunteer
the discreet help to the needy
an understanding nod, a hug here
a sympathetic glance, a squeeze there
gestures bringing relief
momentary or lasting
the adoration she threw around
selflessly, but in the end all that love
wasted and self-destructive

each pink strand
in her eye asked a puzzling query
as if i have those answers
all I know is how to walk away

aik aur aik dO: aur dO say aik

shaikh o brahmin, rabbi ya padre
baat daire ki hO, kaabay kaleesa ki
qOl inkay sitaraOn ko chootay haiN
fayíel pastiON maiN haiN ghota-zun

dO rahaiN, dO mausam, dO kaifiyaat
aur sub per havi dO jaagti aaNkhaiN

dO ankhON say sub mullah o pandit
aik hee manzil, aik such, aik haqeeqat
ki joostujoo maiN kOshaaN haiN sadía

phir yeh kaisa ajooba hay Yaarub
kyuN yeh tíray míray darmiaN
nafratON ki khaleej phaliatay haiN

wordmine

i
life's journey
through platitudinous wordmines
banal clich? filled balloons
escaping to express feelings
dressing dark thoughts in flashy colors
showing others where we are heading

(so if we go down they can follow
with their dark dressed banal balloons
--markers or tombstones)


ii
God's will Allah ki mashiyyat
sabír karna bhai, sabír karna behín
dekho yaar, oos ki marzi kay aagay

woh tum ko aik aur beti daiga
(bastard, i want this!)
beti, baita, bhai, behín, shohar, biwi
ma