Life’s Poem And Prose

Video here.

Poem: This bird has just discovered that golf balls bounce on concrete and he’s absolutely loving it.

Prose: This bird has just found a ‘nut’ and he’s trying to break it open.

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A Pining Lover – A Ghazal Magic From…

the duo – Kaifi Azmi and Madan Mohan:

‘Zara Si Aahat Hoti Hai’ from Haqeeqat (1964) sung by Lata Mangeshkar. Actors: Dharmendra, Balraj Sahni, Priya Rajvansh, Sudhir, Sanjay Khan and Vijay Anand. Director: Vijay Anand.

Like many other immortal melodies this Azmi’s song of tender love, full of old-world charm, is also set in Raag: Yaman Kalyan at its sweetest, its notes lending the distinctive qualities of soft romance, peace and tranquility. Moods of this Raag: bhakti, gambhir, shringar, serene, haunting… 

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Lyrics and its as-best-as-I-could translation:

ज़रा सी आहट होती है

तो दिल सोचता है 

कहीं ये वो तो नहीं,

कहीं ये वो तो नहीं 

ज़रा सी आहट होती है…

Even a slight sound (of a foot fall) and

my heart goes thumping:

Could it be him if anyone?

Could it be him if anyone?

छुप के सीने में कोई जैसे सदा देता है 

शाम से पहले दीया दिल का जला देता है 

है उसी की ये सदा, है उसी की ये अदा 

कहीं ये वो तो नहीं.

Dwelling in (my) bosom and making himself ever felt,

Lighting up the lamp of the heart even before it’s dusk,

It is his ever…it is this coquetry of his,

Could it be him, if anyone?

शक्ल फिरती है निगाहों में वही प्यारी सी

मेरी नस-नस में मचलने लगी चिंगारी सी 

छू गई जिस्म मेरा किसके दामन की हवा 

कहीं ये वो तो नहीं…

(It’s his) face swirling before my eyes, so cute,

(it’s like) fire-sparks cavorting in every vein of mine,

my body tingled by the breeze that had embraced someone,

Could it be him, if anyone?

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Now dismiss all thoughts of the world outside,

shut out all noise,

put your feet up,

roll down your sleeves,

hold your glass in hand if you desire,

switch on the soft glow of a single shaded lamp,

get ready to be swept along.

Video here.

And for the original from the film:

Video here.

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PS: A nagging thought: should a kid like this girl be asked to emote such tender love?

Source: poshmaal.com/ragas/yaman.html

Shaayar Anonymous

Shaayar for those not in the know is one who pens Urdu poetry.

Here’s a nice one from our late President Dr. Abdul Kalam:

It stirred his attendant sufficiently to this outcome!!

Needless to add he did not retain his job for long:-)

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Source: Entirely fictional from Pinterest

The Loser – Silverstein Again!

Mama said I’d lose my head
if it wasn’t fastened on.
Today I guess it wasn’t
’cause while playing with my cousin
it fell off and rolled away
and now it’s gone.

And I can’t look for it
’cause my eyes are in it,
and I can’t call to it
’cause my mouth is on it
(couldn’t hear me anyway
’cause my ears are on it),
can’t even think about it
’cause my brain is in it.
So I guess I’ll sit down
on this rock
and rest for just a minute…

More of him here, here and here.

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Source: genius.com/Shel-silverstein-the-loser-annotated

Living Young…

A few days ago, a good friend of mine forwarded a piece, of which this is an extract, as a poem penned by our late Atal Bihari Vajpayee, India’s much adored/loved prime minister.

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Atalji on the essentials for living young (the translation is not word by word):   

 

घर चाहे   ‘कैसा’   भी हो………

उसके    एक    कोने में………..

खुलकर हंसने की जगह रखना..

May it be whatever,

set aside a place in the house

for laughing your heart out.

 

सूरज कितना भी दूर हो………..

उसको घर आने का रास्ता देना..

However distant the sun may be,

lay out a way for him to enter.

 

कभी कभी छत पर चढ़कर..

तारे    अवश्य     गिनना……

हो सके तो हाथ बढ़ा कर…..

चाँद को छूने की कोशिश करना….

Now and then be sure to climb

over the roof to count the stars and,

if you can, put your hand out,

to reach for the moon.

 

अगर हो लोगों से मिलना जुलना…..

तो घर के पास पड़ोस ज़रूर रखना…

If it be to meet up and mingle with people,

be sure to be blessed with a neighborhood.

 

भीगने देना बारिश में………..

उछल कूद भी करने देना……

हो    सके  तो बच्चों को…….

एक कागज़ की किश्ती चलाने देना..

Get out and wet in the rain,

jumping and splashing without a care.

Delight the kids, if you can,

floating in the waters a paper boat.

 

कभी हो फुरसत,आसमान भी साफ हो….

तो एक पतंग आसमान में चढ़ाना………..

हो सके तो एक छोटा सा पेंच भी लड़ाना..

When you’ve a little time and the sky clear,

fly a kite up high as you can. And, perhaps

even engage another in a little skirmish.

 

घर के सामने रखना एक पेड़….

उस पर बैठे पक्षियों की……….

बातें अवश्य  सुनना……………

Let there be a tree in the front.

The birds perched on its branches –

be sure to eavesdrop on their chatter.

 

घर चाहे   ‘कैसा’   भी हो……..

घर के    एक कोने   में…………

खुलकर हँसने की जगह रखना…

May it be whatever,

set aside a place in the house

for laughing your heart out.

 

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Source: Thanks to Gopalswamy and image from indianexpress.com. Note authenticity not verified. 

 

 

 

Source: Authenticity not verified. Image from indianexpress.com.

The Most Beautiful Word


The most beautiful word
In the world is not love,
Nor is it halcyon or hope,
And neither exemption nor blessed redemption
Falls into the breadth of its scope.

While words may have beauty
And susurrous charm,
Ineffable eloquence too,
And though mellifluous, they’re still superfluous;
Their arms cannot carry you through

All the walls that divide,
All the borders that hate,
All the ignorant eyes that can’t see;
The most beautiful word that could ever be heard
Is not “you” nor “I”, it is “we”.

2019 © Sonya Annita Song

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Source: reowr.com

It’s Always Later Than Sooner…

in relating to them around me.

A month or so ago, I missed the call when it came. Coming from a distant suburb, he wanted to know if I was home and he could drop in. ‘Never mind, I’ll make it next time I’m in those parts,’ he promised.

Well,,,it didn’t happen. Unknown to me, a week back he had suddenly passed away leaving me waiting still for his call and visit.

J was in my school, in my class and a bench-mate for years. Once out of school, we were in touch off and on. Never really got to spend time together. He was busy climbing the corporate ladder scaling one peak after another along the way while I was going gray in my grind. But when we met, we always picked up the threads like it was yesterday.

It was a few years ago when J came down to my place last. And spent time engaging my mother, an old lady not in best of health. Seeing my house in a mess on that occasion, this generous soul spontaneously offered to help me financially and with a paid assignment, entirely unsolicited.

Regrettably this is not the first time fate dealt a vicious kick when least expected. ‘Better sooner than later’ seems to be a lesson never learnt in the school of life.

Well…I’m no Munir Niazi to say it exactly as it feels, as only he can in so few words:

हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं / मुनीर नियाज़ी
1923 – 2006, Lahore, Pakistan

ज़रूरी बात कहनी हो 
कोई वादा निभाना हो 
उसे आवाज़ देनी हो 
उसे वापस बुलाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं

मदद करनी हो उसकी 
यार का धाढ़स बंधाना हो 
बहुत देरीना[1] रास्तों पर 
किसी से मिलने जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

बदलते मौसमों की सैर में 
दिल को लगाना हो 
किसी को याद रखना हो 
किसी को भूल जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

किसी को मौत से पहले 
किसी ग़म से बचाना हो 
हक़ीक़त और थी कुछ 
उस को जा के ये बताना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

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Source: http://kavitakosh.org/kk/ and clip from Gul Advani