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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Good Article on Pakistan and "realpolitik"

http://www.dawn.com/wps/wcm/connect/dawn-content-library/dawn/news/pakistan/03-Dear-Hillary-which-Pakistan-are-you-talking-about-ss-01

&

http://www.thesamosa.co.uk/


"Osama Bin Laden resides in Pakistan"

So goes the mantra of the US government. This is followed by the assertion that ‘Mullah Omar’ resides in Pakistan. Both might be true. My cousin, who lives in Sindh province, was given the first name ‘Osama’ and certainly in a country full of mullahs there must be a few hundred conjunctions of Mullah and Omar ... giving us many Mullah Omars in the Islamic Republic.

Another mantra – that of most mainstream western media outlets – is to present Pakistan as a country on the brink of failure and sunk in violence. This is aptly summed up in the Newsweek headline of Pakistan as ‘the most dangerous place in the world’. And there is, again, partial truth in this. Besides the occasional US drone attacks, the US-sponsored renditions, MI5/ISI torture nexuses and Taliban attacks, the gravest danger we face is in crossing the roads – road accidents in our country are among the highest in the world.

It simply is not a safe place to be, nor is Pakistan a state that we Pakistanis can run ... we are corrupt, violent, harbourers of terrorists (in the same way Saddam harboured nuclear bombs) and simply do not understand Islam (which, as the US State Department and the British Foreign and Commonwealth Office via their spokespersons at the Quilliam Foundation will tell you, is a religion of peace and in harmony with Western foreign policy!) In fact, the Quran enjoins us to servitude to the US State Department. So goes the line of these sponsored Muslim spokespersons.

US governments and their aides in the Western media know realpolitik. The image systematically created of Pakistan by these sources has an operative function of furthering US and Nato intervention in this region. The logic is simple but all the premises are false and based on a distortion of facts, history and most conceptions of justice – Christian, Islamic, liberal and Marxist.

It runs thus: America has a right to pre-emptive action against those planning to attack it or its interests. Islamists are planning to attack America or its interests. Pakistan harbours Islamists. Therefore, America has a right to pre-emptive action against the Islamists harboured in Pakistan. I do not believe that the State Department or the FCO care much for Pakistan, its people, or its realities – the US has a long history of murdering the people of the Third World, from the Philippines and Vietnam to Iraq and Pakistan today - for them it’s a market they want for their companies and a region for their ‘war’ in Afghanistan. The image of Pakistan they manufacture, however, does not and can not correspond to the myriad of realities that exist there. It is not meant to.

What then are these realities? Here allow me to throw some of these realities at you by telling you of only a few of the people of this soil.

Let’s take Shah Inayat, a Sufi saint who in the early 1700s set up a commune on theological lines in defiance of the Mughal Empire. He held that the land belonged to God and that only those who worked to grow the crop were entitled to it. ‘Those who sow should eat’ was the commune’s motto. His thoughts convinced peasants far and wide not to pay crop shares as tax to either the Empire or local landlords. Oral history suggests that the commune grew to over 40,000 strong. As it acquired more members so too did it attract the wrath of the Empire. Emperor Farrukh Sayyar sent in troops; upon their arrival they besieged the commune, but it resisted for months. Having failed with force, the Empire turned to cunning. Offering peace terms and swearing on the Quran to guarantee Shah Inayat’s safety, they angled him out of the commune, arrested and then beheaded him. In Pakistan’s Sindh province, Shah Inayat’s name is well known and he continues to inspire calls for social justice.

Or take the poet Shaikh Ayaz, who, for those who know his work, is considered to be the foremost poet of the 20th century, comparable to Pablo Neruda or Nazim Hikmet. Ayaz was born in 1923 in the city of Shikarpur. A firebrand poet, he was imprisoned for his anti-establishment views and his first book was banned by the colonial government upon publication. In 1965 more of Ayaz’s books were seized and banned as his defiant poetry challenged the republic’s pro-war rhetoric against India. He lived and understood a Pakistan that was not confined to Jinnah and Iqbal, the military state’s two symbolic heirlooms, but one nourished by the soil’s deep connection with Hinduism, Buddhism, river gods, Sufi saints and the civilization-giving river ‘Sindhu’ (Indus). Connected to this 5000-year-old history Ayaz was able to defy mullah, general and invader. Listen to the confidence in his civilization in this short poem entitled The Conquering Ant:

After his attack and conquest
Alexander the Great
Took with him

Two philosophers from Sindh

And he asked them on the way,
What is the philosophy of Sindh?

One of them said,
‘An ant in its home in Sindh
has a grasp on matters philosophical
greater than that of Aristotle’.

The other said,
‘An ant going along its way
Is a conqueror greater than Alexander the Great’.

The Americans and their sponsors will not tell you about him – after all, he would not bow to any invader!

Again let’s take David Barkat. David, 55, lives with other Christians in the Kachi abadi (slum) in Lahore, where he migrated in 1991 to make a living. He sells oranges and peanuts from a small stall in the winter, and ice in the summer, working from 6am to 8pm. If he has a good day he makes around 130 rupees (about 94 British pence). From this income he has to support his family and keep up with bills, food and other necessities…to give you an idea of the difficulty involved, twelve bananas in the market were going for 60 rupees today. None of his three children got any formal education: ‘I cannot even dream of getting my children educated’. They had to work to help the family survive from a young age. David survives by his own ingenuity and his community’s. He relies on an informal support network for interest free loans and other help.

The state and NGOs have been absent. ‘I have been waiting 25 years for the government to provide us with help and work effectively… and I will continue to wait’. David knows that neither army commander General Kayani, nor President Zardari, opposition leader Nawaz Sharif, Hillary Clinton or American Viceroy for Pakistan Richard Holbrooke know or care of his needs or the Pakistani Christian community’s – and so he gets on with his life, as he should and as we all do – despite the US bombs and colonisation, despite the Taliban and the intrigues of the elite and intelligence agencies - with ingenuity, wit, and the wisdom of generations.

How ridiculous to us, then, seem the views of Newsweek magazine, CNN, BBC, the UK and US governments and Mrs Clinton’s imperial visits. They know how to cut political deals, but nothing of Pakistan’s realities. What we Pakistanis, home and abroad, must avoid is the internalisation of this propagandist image of Pakistan and Islam – no easy task given that most of our intellectuals, military brass, mullahs, and the political class have auctioned themselves off. We are part of the long chain of civilizations and in our daily lives we live a beat of our ancient soil and its history. It’s the beat, to remind you of Ayaz’s poem, of the self-conquering ant going about its daily routine. It is civilization.

This is an article by Qalandar Bux Memon, editor of Naked Punch, from the www.thesamosa.co.uk, a new UK-based politics, culture and arts journal, campaigning blog and website.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

oh by the way

have been inspired to blog again; don't know if it's the weather or the curiosity that is killing me to find the identity of that one "follower" of my blog

it better not be the usual suspect

maybe it is wanting to say something something that sounds like rambling to some but it is really thinking aloud, a premature middleage crisis

it is not as if as "himmat-e-iltija naheen baqi"

"i say ..... no surrender"

i was in love with the band for which justin currie was the lead; they have split up but the guy goes on, brilliantly, unscathed by life in the fast lane


part 1


part 2


Big Macs for the fat, local wraps for the call centre battery hens, Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the citadel denizens.

Airport shoeshines servicing the suits among the little silver stereos and hand-rolled cheroots, First class passengers file on last after the scum are packed in with their tax-free loot.

Checkout calamity, you're cheated out of loyalty points, ten more years at this joint you'd be home & dry, Beggars beat round the cash machines but you just slip between them with the usual lie.

Terrible tales of kidnapped kids keep you focused on the family and filling up the fridge, Neighbourhood watchers shop dole dodgers, stick their semis on the market & start racking up the bids.

Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right
So your useless contribution will be remembered?
If you're asking me I say no, surrender.

Constant growth the cancerous cure, a swarming race of profiteers ensure
Cheap cars for the rich, cheap lives for the poor, cheap weeks in the sun, free drinks at the door.

Puerile propaganda plugs up the TV, keep folk following the money so they'll never be free Keep them swallowing the swill, the celebrities, the paedophiles, the immigrants invading from the
camp over the hill.

War talk, the big debate, footsoldiers in the capitol liberating new kinds of hate
Cum-shots of human dots caught in the spotlight's glare; he dies who dares.

Fatuous fast-trackers sneering at the shelf-stackers, little Middle-Englanders can't stand the backpackers, Fortress Freedom, come on in, take your chances-you might win.

Should you stand and fight, should you die for what you think is right
So your useless contribution will be remembered?
If you're asking me I say no, surrender.

Sunset beaches security patrolled, keep out the undesirables who don't accept the code Equal opportunity to live in total poverty, execute the ignorant incarcerate the slow

Car caressing managers choking up the avenues, brain dead patriots standing in salute, Paperwork raining again and again so that billionaires can claim there's an enemy to shoot

Pill pushers, doorsteppers, personal goal shoppers, lifestyle trendsetters, meditating mindbenders, Hare-brained share sellers pumping out stocks til you're choking on a chain-letter avalanche of dross.

God squads crawling through every country tracking down fools who are bullshit hungry Blinded by divinity followers fall into the man-traps set along the Wailing Wall.

Athletes compete in grand charades while tanks flatten streets and a nation laughs,
Visa holders gape at the changing guards while creeps bribe bums to take their photographs.

Film fans flock to the latest schlock, blockbusters block out even the vaguest thought Bankrupt schools grind out fool after fool then feed them to a system where idiots rule.

Polling booths, phone votes, bogus questionnaires, you get a say as if anybody cares
Joe Public doesn't want to play so liquidate his life as he looks the other way.

Don't get sick, don't get wise or they'll gut you with a *justice* where everything is lies March down Main Street, complain if you want but it's twenty years straight for the losers at the front.

If you're asking me I say no, surrender

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

fun stuff

would love to know more about these guys but for now time to enjoy the clip

Saturday, June 27, 2009

winners' parade

in continuation of my earlier entry on the demeanor of our T20 team, cable channels have thronged to the homes of cricketers

shahzaib hails from inner city in Karachi; humble beginnings from the lines area; neighbors estatic and dressing up the streets and getting ready for a party

just watching interview of the 17-year old Mohammad Aamir (Raja Mohammad Aamir Fayyaz is the full name we are told) is being interviewed from his village in potohar valley

the song remains the same, grew up bowling with tape-ball cricket emulating wasim akram and the rest as well know is history

he repeatedly mentions wasim akram and credits him for the success he has had but i see a little bit of Imran Khan in him in terms of the way he looks and speaks

he is already a star as far as i am concerned; this kid is going to go places. i hope he remembers, as do all pakistanis, how it all started for them

good luck kid

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Amazing effort

being a sucker for pakistani popular music, this recent effort under the sponsorship of coke studios is something of great interest to me.

i am sharing some of the tracks that i liked the best

Ali Noor and Ali Hamza team up with Saeen Zahoor for a refreshing rendition of Bullay Shah

I like the part where Ali Noor, nearly at the end of a note, shows vulnerability that is part of nee mai janaa jogee day naal.

for one moment, the anguish of this moment, when the damsel in distress, utters her heartfelt anguish to be with the jogee (the lover); is captured beautifully

what to say of saeen zahoor; aren't we glad that he has been discovered. i find him at his best when he hits the high notes; take me to rohi and have me sit in stifling heat and i am willing to listen to him shout at the top of his voice



this track by zeb and haniya has grown on me since i caught it on cable a few days ago; their debut album was good but this is brilliant. to have revived the sound of the rubab and to bring to the fore these ladies from NWFP as consummate artists; an intro to pushto/dari/persian music for the rest of us

hats off to these ladies



it has almost become fashionable for the very young crowd to be an Atif Aslam fan but i posted on him just at the time of his debut album 5 years ago. he fuses Jal Pari with Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and gives it a totally new sound

he should really shed his image in the media and that he has talent is reflected in this recording



finally, it is all Rohail Hayat whose stamp is visible on all aspects of this production; this is the best way a global brand such as Coke can contribute to revival of fusion music in Pakistan

Monday, June 15, 2009

losers' parade

t20 world cup
india - though it comes naturally for us to gloat when the indians lose, it is a fantastic team that should get all the support from the fans back home as it makes an early exit losing its title; one bad game does not mean that MS Dhoni deserves the sort of comments that are being showered upon him

perhaps we pakistanis are so used to losing that we have become good at forgiving the team when it performs badly

there are somethings that are very indian in character; these are not found in the pakistani team; no pakistani player looks like a rock-star, you would not find any sun glasses on the field, no funky jewelry, tattoes, no lucrative contracts from big brand companies; heck i do not even think i have seen any sun-screen

be that as it may, the indian team, with all its colorful characters, is a fighting team that is bound to bounce back. if dhoni was apologetic during his post-match press conference, then it should be accepted by the fans; that is a true test of character to be gracious in defeat; perhaps it is time to break this tradition of threatening the losing team members with dire consequences

new zealand: danial vettori was and remains a respected cricket captain; but questioning umar gul on his world-record feat is not in the spirit of the game; he could ask his bowlers to get some advice from wasim akram or even umar gul on how to reverse-swing. he said during the post-match interview that he could not understand how umar gul could reverse swing after 12 overs in a t20 match; that my dear mr. vettori is called talent; your bowlers obviously do not have it

Saturday, May 30, 2009

dancing for love

had been trying to find a way to upload link to a youtube clip but could not figure it out earlier and shared with you the link in a primitive way by hardcoding the link.

Just managed to find the way to do this. Life is a lot simpler this way. You can teach this old dog new tricks afterall



[this is part of fantastic list of uploads on youtube by ssaqi; a messiah in more ways than one]

this is Abida at her very best; this is a remarkable remake of a kafi attributed to Bhagat Kanwar Ram, most revered bhagtee of Sindh, killed by extremists in the pre-partition days

as is common with remakes, abida has improvised by adding two verses of Shah Latif that is the most moving description of the Lord's compassion

these two verses are given below with a poor attempt at translation

sahib tuhinjee sahibee
ajab dithee soo-n
pan-a boreen pataar main
pahan tareen toon
jay razee thee toon
ta mairyaee man-a lahaan

lord, your splendor is unfathomable
mesmerized in sheer wonder
I see that when you so desire
leaves sink deep
and when you wish
pebbles stay afloat
with your majesty so grand
if i am blessed with your acceptance
a soul as sinful as i,
earns your forgiveness

jayseen jyaraeen tayseen
hadee rakh-j hifz main
mohtajee makhlooqa jee
qadir maan karee
arabee, abdul lateef khay,
hik vayl ma visareen
pur-kash pyareen
bharay jaam janat ma-on

lord, so long as you permit me to live
keep my wellbeing into consideration
your creation,
ows it salvation to to you,
not even for one moment,
praise the Prophet,
must you forget to bless Abdul Latif
& bless him with goblets drawn from heaven

(at this stage, the 2 verses of Shah Latif end and the actual kafi by Suleman Faquir which is what was made popular by Kanwar Bhagat Ram begins; Qasim Maka has made a video homage to Kanwar Bhagat Ram that can be found at the following



kafi starts at 4:11 in the above track after an intro to Kanwar Bhagat Ram. I suggest you first listen to the Abida remake and then the original)

keyayain reejhayan
kafi by sulemaan faquir
originally sung by Bhagat Kanwar Ram

keyayain reejhayan tokhay
keyain parchayan
das ko daa-n

how do I gain your favor
In what manner do I plead with you
show me the way
the way to your love

ya the-yan momin paak nimaazee
jehn main, janib-a,toon theen raazee
jamee jora-yan kina siraro nimayaan
das ko daa-n

I could become a momin,
purity personified
Which ever way, love,
I can earn your favor
i could be in constant prayer
build a place of worship
to bow my head to you
how do I gain your favor
in what manner do I plead with you,
show me the waythe way to your love

ya the-yan hindu
ya the-yan hindu maan
pojaan but-khanay
kashee dyaray
ganga ashnan-ay
jareeyon payan
kina tilak lagayaan
das ko daa-n

I could become a hindu
head towards a mandir
amidst holy statues in varanasee,
i could bathe in the holy ganges
to rid myself of sins
put a tilak on my forehead
and proclaim my devotion to you
how do I gain your favor

in what manner do I plead with you
show me the way
The way to your love

ya the-yan naachoo
payaan peshwazee
dhukhar, dhamchaar
sazee avaazee
phair-ree payaan
kina chair chimkayan
das ko daa-n

Or I could become a dancer
Put on peshwaz for you
whirling to the beat of music
dancing round in esctasy
to the tune of drums
how do I gain your favor
in what manner do I plead with you
show me the way
the way to your love

Ach-u ta pyar-ala
karyoon parchaoo
sarn-a Suleman-a jay
karyoon sarchayoo
laiq nayhaan poay bi
toon jaree ahyaan
das ko daa-n

come Love
help me seek the way
the way to your Love
i am full of sins and blemishes
but it is only to you, that I belong

show me the way
the way to your love

this is one track that you will find the sindhi diaspora plus local Sindhis totally captivated in remembrance of this great artist. if you want to see a grown man cry, this is the one to amuse yourself with

The track that I have referred to above has a loree in Seraiki on 2:33 of the track.

this loree originally covered by Bhagat Kanwar Ram, was replayed a couple of years ago on Rohi TV during its test transmission; the artist was introduced as Mohan Bhagat, a young lad sitting in the desert with his yak-tara and singing this song of the desert dwellers.

If anyone is familiar with the work of Mohan Bhagat, let me know.

There is a Mohan Bhagat of Tharparkar that I am familiar with but it performs as a group & comprises of senior thari artists. I need a link or any information about the younger Mohan Bhagat]

Saturday, May 16, 2009

with friends like these...

Joke shared by a friend

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Woman in bed with husband's best friend

The phone rings

Woman : "Yes? Ok. Fine. Bye"

Woman laughingly to her lover : "My husband is saying that he is out playing golf with you"

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

News-worthy?

AAJ TV breaking news (May 03, 2009)
"Akshay Kumar to grow a beard for a role of a sikh in an upcoming movie"

way to go AAJ TV

Monday, May 04, 2009

halos for sale

Another one shared by an ex-colleague

The angel Gabriel came to the Lord and said 'I have to talk to you. We have some Pakistanis up here in heaven and they are causing problems. They're swinging on the pearly gates, my horn is missing, they are wearing Dolce and Gabana saris instead of their white robes, they are riding Mercedes and BMW's instead of the chariots, and they're selling their halos to people for discount prices. They refuse to keep the stairway to Heaven clear, since they keep crouching down midway eating samosas and drinking chai. Some of them are even walking around with just one wing!'

The Lord said, 'Pakistanis are Pakistanis. Heaven is home to all my children. If you want to know about real problems, give Satan a call, in Hell.

Satan answered the phone, 'Hello? Damn, hold on a minute.'

Satan returned to the phone, 'OK I'm back. What can I do for you?'

Gabriel replied, 'I just wanted to know what kind of problems you're having down there.'

Satan says, 'Hold on again. I need to check on something.' After about 5 minutes Satan returns to the phone and said, 'I'm back. Now what was the question?'

Gabriel said, 'What kind of problems are you having down there?' Satan says, 'Man I don't believe this.......Hold on.'

This time Satan was gone at least 15 minutes. He returned and said, 'I'm sorry Gabriel, I can't talk right now. These Pakistanis have put out the fire and are trying to install air conditioning!!

problem resolution

This is a beautiful story shared by a colleague...


A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.

He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map... When he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, “Oh... Dad, there is a man’s face on the other side of the paper... I made the face perfect to get the map right." she ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.

Moral of the story:
There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. This story indirectly teaches a lesson. That is, whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side.... You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem...

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Employee of the year.....the award goes to:




Sunday, March 15, 2009

music worth checking out

Laal

Laal's debut album features the track (Main nay us say yeh kaha) that I repeatedly promoted last year on this site

following the imposition of emergency in november '07, this track kept disappearing from youtube

thanks to the album release, it is now available in the public domain; the album starts off with this track and it is followed by umeed-e-sahar by Faiz.

for me, the rule of thumb for any desi album to be regarded as a success is if it has atleast 3 well-written songs, it is money well spent.

alternately if it features a nazam or ghazal by Faiz and is executed with care and commitment, the album would do justice

Laal passes both the tests with flying colors

Laal's debut album more than exceeded my expectation and i was pleasantly surprised that despite the politics of their music, they were not loud; a subtle approach is always effective

I am encouraged that after having the first three tracks by Habib Jalib, Faiz Ahmed Faiz and Aitezaz Ahsan, the tracks written by the band hold their ground and the lyrics show maturity of thought

the melody is consistently pure with lilt of revolutionary anthems that will make this album popular among listeners

Laal is, in my opinion, destined for greatness; i just hope they do not compromise quality for commercial success

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Thursday Funnies Part II

Due apologies, ladies!!


video

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Thursday Funnies

Scientific Explanation of Hell

HELL EXPLAINED BY CHEMISTRY STUDENT

The following is an actual question given on University of Washington chemistry mid term.

The answer by one student was so 'profound' that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than on religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.'

>> THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+ <<

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Lahore - Food Street Dec-2008


Gwader - Let there be light - Part II


And the magic continued

Gwader - Let there be light - Part I


Woke up and saw the clouds doing their magic


Monday, January 05, 2009

freedom

so this is what it feels to be free

i am cloud nine and loving it

Read "Three cups of tea" over the past holiday season which made this newly earned freedom even more enjoyable

hope this dose of inspiration will also help in the change in direction

Thursday, January 01, 2009

here comes the sun

a new life begins and cannot wait for the moment to arrive, a new life a new day and perhaps better prospects of getting to blogging again

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

limping back to life

after a very long time, spent a night at the theatre and what a treat was in store for us; ajoka playing bulla at the arts council

i am not sure what has happened to the karachi public; perhaps due to free passes, there were people in the auditorium that had no manners and were constantly taking calls on their mobiles; paying visitors would perhaps keep their cell phones off

i was encouraged that every cell ring was getting boos from the audience

and the crowd gave the cast a standing ovation more than once at the end

what can i say about the play; the guy who played bullay shah deserves a lot of praise; he had me in tears; once when he sang 'dokhaan dee rotee soolan daa saalan" or should i say that he did so every time he sang

watching bulla was a dream come true; i had always heard of this play staged in lahore and outside pakistan especially india; i do hope that they come back to karacih for more plays

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Ahmed Faraz _ a life to cherish

ahmed faraz’s passing away yesterday though expected on account of ill health, his well wishers were praying that he recovered from the complications following his return from the the US

the stature of the man can be guaged from the fact that his passing away made headlines

his poetry defines the terrain of urdu romantic poetry and more than this laid the framework of arts and aesthetics; I wondered, after i heard this sad news, when was it that I read Faraz the first time

surely must've been early 80s which was not particularly a good time to be a teenager in pakistan

teenage angst overloaded with peer pressure, enter Ahmed Faraz by way of elder siblings’ "trash" dumped in my room

God bless them for getting bored with books quickly & the "trash" found its way to my room and multiplied in a predicable fashion as older boys in the family turned into men; independent,cocky 80s frustrations personified

“Dard Ashoob” was the book whose sleeve big brother hand-marked "Nov'83" & his intials, for posterity & to deter book-thieves who were plenty, myself included.

Books I purchased from pocket money were Tanha Tanha and Jana Jana,

my room was a scene from a disaster movie on account of above “trash” (manna from heaven as far as I was concerned) that littered the room

mum dearest heaping scorn, known-flying-objects hurled with unusual accuracy at me; I had to listen to her constantly nagging that i cleaned up

once she coaxed dad to join in and one “stare” on his part was enough for anyone to lose bladder control & he put it to great use.

the big guy added a few words of advice, veiled threat of unfathomable consequences if condition in my roomdid not improve, I acquiesced

it was the last time my mum ever complained

for her it was enough that I made no effort to clean up, or to borrow from her choicest sindhi saying “those who did not look after themselves can hardly be trusted with any other responsibility”

but I digress

coming to Faraz, AM radio had taken firm place in the corner on top of a bookshelf that played urdu ghazal by a groggy radio pakistan

mehdi hasan singing “to khuda hai na maira ishq farishtoon jaisa; dono insaan hain to kyon itnay hijaboon say milain”

or amanat ali khan singing
“tairay hotay hoyay mehfil main jalatay hain charagh, log kya saada hain, sooraj do dikhaatay hain chiragh”

Simple serene the lower sur of amanat ali khan, there has not been a better ghazal singer than him ever

the tone & thunder of Faraz’s free/blank verse of an eye-opener

there was one nazm that was confrontation with the divine

started with “ay khudayay buzurg o barter” and went on to compare the manifestation of divine love with the one that is associated, generally, with the opposite sex;

being a teenager, I immaturely thought that the nazm alluded to confrontation with the divine & was tantamount to blasphemy (we were afterall under zia’s rule so commonsense was jaundiced by sheer stupidity) but as I read more of faraz, I was convinced that in this defiance was an acknowledgement of divine supremacy and admission of a larger human condition of abject helplessness especially in matters of the heart

on one thing, I agree with some of the people who have offered condolences to the bereaved family that his life needs to be celebrated and I treat myself fortunate that I was able to live in the age of Faraz

Sunday, August 03, 2008

city of God

on my way to saturday afternoon chores, i see a jeep in the rearview mirror with a maniac at the wheel....i make way for him to save myself...there is sort of a home made sign pasted at the back of the jeep that i could not read, so fast was this asshole driving

i park at the aghas parking lot and the asshole in question is parked in the lot and i finally catch a glimpse of the sign, it says

IT IS A JEEP THING
YOU WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND

i swear to you, i do not have the time to understand this...i have a simple rule... people in love with their automobiles especially jeeps and 4x4s are invariable predisposed to have their heads stuck up their ass and the way they drive indicative of family trees that do not fork

i do not blame minibus drivers and others associated with public transport as they come from humble backgrounds and most hail from NWFP; what pisses me off are these well-off folks whose civic sense is reflective of nouveau riche upbringing

sadly such roudy behavior is in greater supply and seen more often when we have democratic governments when cars adorning party flags are unleashed on the city roads with hapless civilians running for cover

Friday, August 01, 2008

sun is shining

not quite true for karachi, but an year long agonizing experience seems to be coming to an end so perhaps the subject line more a reflection of my state of mind

May nay us say phir kaha - part iii

got another link on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPsr1RnEfWo

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

In memory of Love & dedicated to RR


Thursday, June 12, 2008

Shah Latif - His message in the 21st century

The Risalo of Shah Latif has articulated with eloquence the cultural ethos of the landscape by capturing the Sindhi experience with breathtaking clarity. The essence of Shah Latif’s monumental work has been an inspiration for a wealth of research work credited to noteworthy translators like Elsa Kazi, Kalyan Advani, H.T Sorley, Mohammad Yaqoob Aga, Sheikh Ayaz, Agha Saleem catering to a growing need for information on Shah by non-Sindhi speakers. Dr. Nabi Bux Khan Baloch, Mr. Ibrahim Joyo, the department of Sindhi at the University of Karachi & Sindh, & other organization have institutionalized research work & the body of their work forms as a crucial reference point

The responsibility of translating Shah Latif in the modern English idiom is the need of the hour. This is to ensure that Shah Latif's message is relevant for the young generation. As we see unprecedented level of terror unleashing on our streets, Shah’s message has acquired greater importance with its all-embracing message of peace & understanding for the post 9-11 world obsessed with fear. This is a new world in which thought process as well as policy making is jaundiced by malice and prejudice against a specific groups, ideologies and there are fissures in society based on difference of belief, language, race and creed

Closer to home, we feel overwhelmed by a mini-crisis on the cultural landscape in Sindh. Our values have been hijacked by an invasion of satellite communication and cable entertainment. Tainted images of our values and caricatures of Sindhi culture in the media have made it synonymous with feudalism and jirga justice.

Can we fault the younger generation if it finds comfort in western values alien to their own for being unable to relate to them for either lack of understanding or historical perspective that ought to have been nurtured by their parents?

Can they be blamed if their spoken Sindhi is replete with errors of grammar and gender? Parents associate upward social mobility with English and exposure to Sindhi comes by way of domestic help, nannies & cooks. Thus learning Sindhi does not figure in the scheme of larger plans of cultural programming of the new generation

Is it any wonder then that we have a new generation of successful entrepreneurs, doctors, engineers and business executives with rudimentary knowledge of their language, aligning themselves with western values to fill the inner void of identity with icons of popular culture?

It is my sincere hope that new efforts to bring a new voice to Shah Latif by research work being done by the universities in Sindh and elsewhere will meet success and the younger generation and students will find Shah’s message easier to relate to, in a language they find used commonly in the media as well as commerce.

Shah’s message of peace on earth, reverence to the Creator and His Prophet, devotion to mother-earth is as relevant today as it was during the times of the greatest poet of the Sindhi language.

fork in the road

a friend takes a road less travelled and i watch helplessly; we had been sailing against winds that wrecked havoc whole of last year

dickens would call these the worst of times

this too shall pass but the time spent riding the storm is full of heartache

Monday, May 26, 2008

May nay us say phir kaha

manpreet, here you go

main ne us se ye kaha
ye jo das crore hain
jehl ka nichor hain
inki fikr so gaee
har umeed ki kiran
zulmaton me kho gaee
ye khabar darust hai
inki mot ho gai

bay shaoor log hain
zindagi ka rog hain
aur tere paas hai inke dard ki dawa
me ne us se ye kaha

tu khuda ka noor hai
akl hai, shaoor hai
qaum tere saath hai
tere hi wajood se
mulk ki nijaat hai
tu hai mehr-e-subh-e-nau
tere baad raat hai
bolte jo chand hain
sab ye shar pasand hain
inki khainch le zabaan
inka ghoont de gala
me ne us se ye kaha
me ne us se ye kaha

jin ko tha zaban pe naaz
chup hain wo zaban daraaz
chain hai samaaj me
bemisaal fark hai
kal me aur aaj me
apne kharch par hain log
kaid tere raaj me
me ne us se ye kaha
me ne us se ye kaha

cheen apna yar hai
us pe jan nisar hai
par wahan jo hai nizaam
us taraf na jaayio
us ko door se salaam
das crore ye gadhe
jin ka naam hai awaam
kia banain ge hukmaran
tu!, tu!, tu! yaqeen hai ye gumaan
apni to dua hai ye
sadr tu rahe sada
me ne us se ye kaha
me ne us se ye kaha

Another link worth checking out it

http://www.pakstop.com/pmforums/showthread.php?t=72990
http://sonyarehman.wordpress.com/

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Love Stories of the Risalo of Shah Latif - Umar Marui

The Risalo of Shah Latif is divided into chapters called Surs which are composed on the lines of musical notes. Each sur is based on symbols taken from stories which are part of Sindhi folkloreur

Sur Marvi

Umar Soomro was the last Soomro King of Sourthern Sindh and had a notorious weakness for the fairer sex. Marvi was a resident of Malir in the desert and belonged to the fraternity of ordinary folks that relied on rainfall cultivation, cattle bleeding and simple life of living off the land. Marvi was a lady with extraordinary beauty and there were many suitors including Phog, a peasant but her proposal for marriage was not accepted and she was married off to Khetsin whom she came to love.

Phog chose to avenge his indignation and knowing King Umer’s character and reputation, he went to him and informed him of Marvi legendary beauty. Phog and King Umer schemed, planned the abduction of Marvi and took her to Umer Kot. She was kept in the palace where every night Umer made overtures towards her which she duly rejected. Eventually, impressed with her chastity and her devotion towards her people, Umer returned Marvi to them with respected bestowed upon her as a royal sister.

Marvi is admired as a symbol of devotion and nationalism as she became a symbol of resistance against oppression.

[Taken from Agha M. Yaqoob's 3 volume translation of the Risalo with minor editing]

Friday, May 16, 2008

Main Nay Kaha (cont.)

Manpreet, the link that I gave previously has disappeared. Sorry but it contained the lyrics as well albiet in roman

I have found this courtesy http://reddiarypk.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/celebrating-jalib-main-nay-kaha/

“Main Nay Kaha” is a satirical poem by the famous leftist poet Habib Jalib called “Musheer” (Advisor). Jalib wrote it in response to a conversation he had with Hafiz Jalandari during the time of Ayub Khan’s dictatorship.

It remains just as fresh and valid today.
This poem has been put to music by Laal (Shahram Azhar & Taimur Rahman) a new Pakistani music group dedicated to resistance music and poetry. Shahram Azhar and Taimur Rahman are also political activists of the Communist Mazdoor Kissan Party and their poetry, music, and activism constitute an integrated whole the essence of which is always revolutionary. The CMKP has been an integral part of the lawyers movement and the movement for democracy in Pakistan.

The music video contains real images of events in Karachi, London, and Lahore during the tumultuous period between December 27th and February 18th. The song and video were recorded on a shoe-string budget of one session each.

This video and song are connected to a documentary on a journey through a life-changing period in the history of Pakistan. The journey begins in Pakistan on the eve of the assassination of Benazir and the ensuing grief, violence, and carnage. The film maker travels to London to discover a group of young activists organizing protests against Emergency rule. Following these activists full circle to Pakistan, the documentary captures the events around the 2008 elections. The film thus captures a moment in the life of Pakistan, from Benazir’s assassination to the elections, through the lens of young activists. The documentary by Widei Films will also be released shortly.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPsr1RnEfWo
Credits:Habib Jalib - Mainay Uss Say Yeh KahaShahram Azhar - VocalsTaimur Rahman - MusicMahvash Waqar - Backing VocalsTaimur Khan - Director ProducerDita Peskova - Assistant DirectorJamie Mill - Recording DirectorLaal & Taimur Khan - Music ProducerWIDEi Films - Production Company

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

"I said this to him"

http://youtube.com/watch?v=XPsr1RnEfWo

fantastic entry at http://iaoj.wordpress.com/2008/05/11/main-nay-kaha-by-laal/

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Love Stories of the Risalo of Shah Latif - Moomal Rano

The Risalo of Shah Latif is divided into chapters called Surs which are composed on the lines of musical notes. Each sur is based on symbols taken from stories which are part of Sindhi folklore
ur.

Sur Mumal Rano has captured the imagination of readers & "Rano" has, more than being one character of this love story and a sur named after him, become a favorite musical piece which is this sur rendered in a semi-classical style, the experts of this genre being Ustaad Manzoor Ali Khan, Mohammad Yousuf, Abida Parveen & Ustaad Mohammad Juman to name a few

Moomal-Rano

The story begins with the description of the charms, clothes and perfume adorning Mumal and her sisters and attendants as they weave a web of magic in the Kak palace to attract rich suitors for the hand of Mumal, deprive them of their wealth and also finish them off in a maze of labyrinths, fake ponds and other illusions of the palace.

The reputation of this palace, and of Mumal’s dazzling beauty soon became legend. Hamir alias Umar, the last Soomro King of Umer Kot in Sindh, and his three ministers, all Sodhas by caste were attracted to the magical Kak.

One of the ministers was the young Rano alias Mendhro. Hamir attempted to reach the palace but failed. The other ministers, too, failed. Rano then ventured to try his luck. He was an extremely intelligent and courageous man which led him to succeed in reaching the palace, unharmed. Mumal was so impressed that she accepted her as her consort. He spent the night at the palace and returned to Umer Kot in the morning. He covered long distance from Umer Kot to Kak to spend time with Mumal.

One day, Rano reached Kak Mahal unusually late due to some business that he had to attend to. Mumal got so frustrated that she planned to play a trick on him. She dressed her Sumal in a man’s attire and made her sleep by her side. When Rano arrived, he mistook Sumal as a Mumal’s paramour.

Out of disgust he left his riding cane besides Mumal’s bed and returned to Umer Kot. Mumal pleaded Rano to forgive her but Rano ignored her requests.

Out of desperation, she set a fire and jumped in it. When Rano came to know of this, he rushed to the place where he saw that Mumal was already in flames, he joined her to be consumed by the fire along with Mumal.

[Taken from Agha M. Yaqoob's 3 volume translation of the Risalo with minor editing]

As indicated above, Rano is now sung during mehfils and it is most frequently requested musical piece in a mehfil of kafi genre.

what better way to conclude, this story of eternal quest for love, to capture the essence of this sur by a verse that encapsulates Moomal's anguish, her waiting for her raano

vaithee nit-u nihaaray-aan, raana tohinjee raah
mota-aay maagan tay, aaranduoee Allah
rana togar saah, nat-a rana ghara-n raaj main

Urdu translation by Agha Saleem

taktee hoon din raat ay raana
main to tairee raah
aik din tukh jo layay ga
aangan main Allah

English translation by yours truly

lonesome I sit
eyes fixed on ever path
combing alleyways
that could lead you to me

my soul in a prayer, sweet prince
that the Lord blesses your safe return

love, there are many a prince in this land
but you are the one that rules my heart

Friday, April 18, 2008

tgif

"freedom is another word for nothing left to lose" captures the mood so well. thank you janis joplin

the breeze giving me the buzz i'd been craving for a while

it's been one of those weeks.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Searching for God

Thanks to some websearch, I have chanced upon a Punjabi poem by Faiz on Youtube (performed & improvised by Atif Aslam) and on Mr Kidvai’s blog (performed by Tina Sani). It is called Rabba Sacheya (My True God)

Naqsh-e-fareeyaadi includes Faiz’s Punjabi poems & the chronological order is right in line with the comment on apna.org that Faiz only wrote in Punjabi after 1971.

Previous to Rabba Sacheya, I was only aware of “kidray na paindeeyan dasan, vay pardaysee-ya tarayee-aan” thanks to Arshad Mehmood & Nayyara Noor’s collaboration in the 70s. Also a bit of “Punjabi Kisaan kay Leeyay” [Uth utaan noon jatta, marda kyon jaeen] a theme common in Rabba Sacheya

Despite the fact that this book has not left my bed side bookshelf for last 20 years, I missed to recognize the beauty of Rabba. Perhaps my handicap that Punjabi is not my mother tongue and that I belong to a generation that has come to appreciate poetry only after it is sung & recorded by an artist of repute

Why Faiz did not produce more poems in Punjabi beats me. There is a earthy texture that can only be felt when the poet articulates the feelings in his native language

Rabba Sachiya too tay Akhiya si
Ja Oye Bandiya Jug Da Shah hai.n Too.n
Sadia.n Naimta.n teria.n Dolta.n Nai.n
Sada Naib tay Alijah hai.n Too.nm

Aes Larey Tay Tor Kud Puchiya Iy
Kee Iss Nimanay tey bitiya.n nay.n
Kadi Sarwi layi O Rab Sayi.n
Teray Shah Nal Jag ki Kitiya.n na.in
Kithay Dhons Polis Sarkar di
Kithay Dhandli Patwar Di
Enwai.n Hudda.n ich Kalpay Ja.n meri
Jeewa.n Phahi ich Koonj Kurlaondi Ay
Changa Shah Bnaya ei Rab Sayia.n
Polay khandiya.n War na Ayo.ndi ay

Mai.nu Shahi nai Chah-e-di Rab meray
Mai.n tay Izzat da tukkar mangna ha.n
Menu Tahng nai, mehla.n maria.n di
Mai.n tay Jeewa.n di Nukkar Mangna ha.n

Meri Mannai.n tay tairia.n mai.n manna.n
Teri Soh.n Jay ik wi gal mora.n
Jey Ayeh nai Pujdi ta.n Rabba
Fair mai.n Jawa.n Rab koi Hor Lorra.n

For a larger view of the poem in arabic script, readers can refer to http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/faiz/poem-4.html

Thanks to the brilliant people at apna.org who would have us know that
QUOTE
“of all his Punjabi poems, Rabba sachya is the best example of poetry with a purpose. It is a complaint quite different from the one Allama Iqbal made to God. The poem evokes a strange feeling and passion wherever it is recited:
Rabba sachya toon tay akhya si
Ja oay bandya jug da shah ain toon
Sadian naimtaan tairian daultan nay
Sada naib tay alijah ain toon Ais laaray tay tore kad puchhyai
Keeh ais namaanay tay beetian nay

(O God the Truthful you had said
Go O Man, you have been made king of the world
My bounties are your treasures
You are my deputy and viceroy
After sending me with this promise have you ever asked
What has transpired with this poor thing?)

Then he enumerated in the poem the problems of immediate concern to a Punjabi peasant:

Kithay dhauns police sarkar di ay
Kithay dhaandli maal patwaar di ay
Anvain haddan wich kalpay jaan mairi
Jeeven phahi wich koonj kurlandi ay
Changa shah banayai rab saiyaan
paulay khandyan vaar na aundi ay

(Somewhere there is the terror of police people
Somewhere there is fraud in the revenue department
My soul is shackled in my bones
like a squeaking lark caught in a net.
Dear God what a king you made out of me
I can't count the number of beatings that are given to me)
Then in a fit of frustration he concluded that "if You can't look after me then I should search for another God for myself."
UNQUOTE

http://www.kidvai.com/windmills/2007/06/pervez-hoodbhoy-superstar.html

Tina Sani’s version is brilliant as she performs without instruments and it must have been recorded by Mr. Kidvai at The Second Floor in Karachi. This is Tina at her very best

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmnNeaJH4Ug

What can I say about Atif Aslam. Any popular artist who covers Faiz’s Rabba Sacheya and Shah Hussain’s Maee Nee Main Kinoon Aakhan deserves credit for courage

Atif’s version takes a departure from the original. I wonder if the lines that he has added are his own or some other poet