14 May 2016

Interesting duel of poetry…

Beautiful sher from the immortal Mirza Ghalib –

“Zahid sharaab peene dey masjid mein baith kar,
Ya woh jagaah bata jahan Khuda nahin…”

(Let me drink sitting in the mosque
Or show me a place where God isn’t)

To which Allama Iqbal, who was far more conservative replied…

“Masjid khuda ka ghar hai, peene ki jaagah nahi,
Kaafir ke dil mein ja, wahan khuda nahin…”

(Mosque is the abode of God; not a place for you to drink
Go to a non-believer’s soul and drink, there is no God there)

And to which Ahmad Faraz put in the last words…

“Kaafir ke dil se aya hoon main yeh dekh kar
Khuda maujood hai wahan, par usey pata nahi”

(I went to the non-believer’s soul and this is what I saw
God was very much present there; just that he (the non-believer) was no aware of it)

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7 May 2016

Bengali poem for a change…

I believe the poet was K.G.Mustafa. Talat Mahmud was the original singer. Many others including Ferdous Ara popularized this song later… This is the first stanza.

“Tomarey legechhe eto je bhalo
Chand bujhi ta jaaney
Rater-o bashore, doshor hoye
Tai se amaarey taaney”

That I have liked you so much
Perhaps the moon has gotten to know
(That’s why) befriending me in tonight’s party,
It keeps tugging at me

30 April 2016

Idhar zindagi ka janaza uthega


I was pointed to this song first by my friend Shahid Charania. I do not know the name of the original poet who composed this but my favorite rendition of this is by Ataullah Khan. The tune is the same as a Hindi movie song of the past (“Tumhi mere mandir Tumhi meri pooja”). I do not know which came first.

The poem starts in the following way:

“Idhar zindagi ka janaza uthega

Udhar zindagi unki dulhan banegi

Qayamat se pehle qayamat hai yaaro

Mere samne mere duniya lutegi

Jawani pe meri sitam dhaaney walon
Zara soch lo kya kahega zamana

Idhar mere armaan kafan pehen lenge
Udhar unke haathon pe mehndi lagegi”

Roughly translated… all improvements are very welcome..

“Here (my) life’s funeral will be held
And there (her) life will be a bride
My day of judgment has come before my day of judgment
In front of mine own eyes, my life will be plundered.

Oh! you who brought suffering to my youth
Just think about what the world is going to say
Here all my wishes will covered by a shroud
There her hands will be decorated with henna”

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21 April 2016

Most sad birthday wish call ever…

I was waiting for my flight. Thought it would be a great time to catch up with my daily birthday wishes. Tried calling as many people as I could. One of them was Neal. Unfortunately his number stated that it was not a working number any more.

Which was a shame I thought! Last year, I was away on vacation and I had wished him thru email. He had written back about his exciting work in Dell and the healthcare industry. The year before that was also an email exchange. Three years back, I had written to him from India. He had, I still remember, talked about his excitement in working in Dell and the healthcare industry.

I had no idea through all these years that he had been fighting cancer.

Not being able to get thru to him yesterday, I wrote a longer email to him from the plane. And I got a response an hour later. It was from his wife Donna. The email in front of me – that I stared for many minutes at – let me know that a few months after our last birthday email exchange, Neal finally succumbed to his cancer.

My head started spinning in the plane. There were too many flashbacks…. remembering those days over a decade and a half back when we worked together – Neal’s jovial nature, his energy level and above all his ability to keep a positive outlook in a rather acrimonious business culture we were in those days. I just could not believe he was no more.

Above all, I regretted that I wrote emails to him the last few years and did not talk to him to wish him. What a shame!

His wife ended her heartfelt email to me thusly – “My husband was a good man”

Unbeknownst to her, I was nodding my head sitting in the plane – “Yes, ma’m! Truer words have not been spoken”.

Neal Feldheim, as short as the road was that we traveled together, you made it immensely joyous for me.

May you be in peace…

“One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die”

18 April 2016

Beautiful words…

I have never found out who the original poet is. There have been many singers that have rendered these words in various tunes. One of my favorite ones is the way done by the young Nooran sisters (most of the vocals is from Jyoti with support from her sister Sultana).

The context is that the lover whose love remained unrequited has passed away and the lady who he longed for had come to visit his grave. The words are:

“Tumne Jo Meri Kabr Par, Aakar Yun Muskura Diya

Bijli Chamak Kar Gir Padi, Sara Kafan Jala Diya
Main So Raha Tha Chain Se, Yun Hi Kafan E Mazaar Mein,

Yahan Bhi Sataane Aa Gaye, Kisne Pata Bata Diya

Tumne Chadhaye Phool To, Ehsaan Kya Kiya

Humne Tumhare Ishq Mein, Sara Chaman Loota Diya
Pucha Na Jeete Ji Kabhi, Dard E Dil Ka Haal

Aaye Ho Kabr Par Meri, Mitti Mein Jab Mila Diya”

Roughly translated (and as always people with far better understanding of Hindi and Urdu are always welcome to suggest changes / alternatives)

“The moment you came upon my grave, and let that faint smile escape your lips
Lightning struck from the sky, and completely burnt down my shroud
I was sleeping at peace with the world, in the coffin at my tomb,
You have came here too to tease me, Oh! Tell me who gave you my address?

So, you have laid a flower on my tomb; what big favor have you done?
I, lost in your love, had spread out the whole garden for you
When I was alive, not even once you asked after my aching heart
Now you have come to me when I have become one with the ground”

17 April 2016

Very simple pictures. Very powerful images.

No, this is not a nomination process for dads to dare to put pictures with kids to declare their love. I will leave that to mothers. 🙂
Jokes apart, this is an wonderful rendition thru some simple pictures by an Ukrainian lady explaining the unique relationship most dads and daughters share.
Very simple pictures. Very powerful images.

http://atchuup.com/dad-and-daughter-relationships-art/

1 March 2016

If you thought I was confused….

I am not a movie person at all. Far from it. I can count on my fingers how many movies I have seen in the last twenty years. And I am pretty sure, I do not need a second hand for that.

But I have duly noted that there is a lot of energy in Hollywood (and outside – including but not limited to – my Facebook friends) about lack of diversity or worse, discrimination against non-white actors, writers, producers etc in terms of getting nominated for the Oscars. The best I understood of it – in spite of a plethora of non-white talent in just about every category, apparently, this is the second time in succession, no non-white candidate had been nominated.

Seems unfair. Seems something we – white and non-white – should be rightly angry about.

I am no movie buff, but it seems to me that these kind of things should be taken out of the hands of a few people who may knowingly or unknowingly become biased or even worse, corrupt! To start with, should we not avoid letting just a couple of guys decide the nomination? Methinks we should have tens – hundreds – no make that thousands of people who can participate in the nomination.

But the problem is the we cannot let ordinary people decide true talent. That would be like American Idol style text messaging going on to select a winner. Only people who are credible authorities in their field should be allowed to nominate. You know if you are a writer, then you can nominate only writers. But only after you have screen credits from at least two movies. For actors – since I do not think acting is that difficult 🙂 – we should make it a minimum three movies.

And we should also disallow any “gaming” of the system. We should let everybody put in five choices (in order of preference) – so that we capture the whole gamut – but no repeats allowed to unduly bias the choice. In fact, points should be taken away if anybody repeats a choice.

We should further have somebody overseeing that no aggressive campaigning is going on. We will call such a person a “czar” – because I love words where the leading “c” is silent. We need somebody with the track record of disqualifying nominations if they break rules.

Finally, who is going to do the counting? Lawyers are out. Supreme Court is out. While we are at it, let’s take Florida out too. We will get back to them when they finish counting their chads. Meanwhile, why not give it to some private company whose business is counting? Maybe an accounting firm? I like PriceWaterHouseCoopersLiebrandt because it completely messes up Microsoft spellcheck.

I think with that we will have a well democratized, unbiased process that is based on peer recognition. I think it is as simple as that.

Well, with one small problem. I found out after doing my research that the above is EXACTLY what is done!!!

Now I am confused. I know I am angry. I do not like the results. But I am not sure what I am angry with that gives rise to that result.

Am I the kind of guy that is supposed to vote for Trump? 🙂

28 February 2016

Poem by Dagh Dehalvi

Also known as Nawab Mirza Khan, Dagh was a nineteenth century Urdu poet from India. This was beautifully sung by none other than Ghulam Ali.

“Tumhare khath mein naya ek salaam kiska tha,
Na tha raqeeb to aakhir woh nam kis ka tha?
….
Na pooch-paach thi kisi ki na aao-bhagat,
Tumhari bazm mein kal ehtamam kis ka tha?”

Roughly translated (as always, improvements welcome)

“Whose was the new greetings from – in your letter to me
If not a rival, then whose name was it?
….
There were no invitation; neither was there any gathering,
Then who was being celebrated in your company?”

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