Showing posts with label Ghalib. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghalib. Show all posts

Monday, June 13, 2016

Diwan-e-Ghalib (1) ~ Naqsh Faryadi. . .




{1.1}
नक़्श फ़रयादी है किस की शोख़ी- तहरीर का
काग़ज़ी है पैरहन हर पैकर- तस्वीर का
{1.2}
काव-काव- सख़्त-जानीहा- तंहाई पूछ
सुबह करना शाम का लाना है जू- शीर का
{1.3}
जज़बा- बे-इख़्तियार- शौक़ देखा चाहिये
सीना- शमशीर से बाहर है दम शमशीर का
{1.4}
आगही दाम- शनीदन जिस क़दर चाहे बिछाए
मुद्दा अंक़ा है अपने आलम- तक़रीर का 
{1.5}
बसकि हूँ ग़ालिब असीरी में भी आतिश ज़ेर- पा
मू- आतिश-दीदा है हलक़ा मिरी ज़ंजीर का

Translation, Interpretation & Analysis of the Ghazal
{1.1}
नक़्श फ़रयादी है किस की शोख़ी- तहरीर का
काग़ज़ी है पैरहन हर पैकर- तस्वीर का
naqsh faryādī hai kis kī sho
hī-e tarīr kā
kāġhazī hai pairahan har paikar-e tavīr kā
Against whose mischievous writing is the impression of complainant?
Made of paper is the attire of the countenance of every image.

Notes on the Couplet
Naqsh: Print, Impression, Expression
Faryādī: Pleader, Requester, Complainant
Shohī: Playful, Mischievous
Tarīr: Writing
Kāġhazī: Made of Paper
Pairahan: Attire, Clothes
Paikar: Face, Appearance, Portrait
Tavīr: Image, Picture

This is the matla (first sher / couplet) of first gazal in Ghalib’s diwan, though it’s not the first one created or written by him. Ghalib’s had this knack for creating complex couplets difficult for the people to comprehend. He assumed a great pride in composing the incomprehensible couplets and basis his profound knowledge of Urdu and Persian language and it would not wrong to say that, more often than not, he succeeded in his endeavor of doing so (the instant couplet is a classic example of the same; infact I read somewhere that some of the affluent urdu poets termed this first couplet of Ghalib’s diwan as meaningless as they couldn’t understand the meaning thereof while there were others who hailed it as one of the wonderfully composed verse!!).

Saturday, June 04, 2016

Diwan-e-Ghalib ~ The Curtain Raiser. . .


The Curtain Raiser - Diwan-e-Ghalib

Ghalib, the man and his time were unique in the sense that none could endure the supremacy of the other and there always exist a silent but stiff competition amongst them to outpace each other. While the time surely succeeded in keeping its domination during the major part of his life when the success and recognition elude him, Ghalib managed to stay afloat thereafter as he still remains alive from the versatile verses he left for generations to come. I have written a detailed six-part series on the life of the Ghalib, which attempts to explore his life and enduring.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Ghalib~Nama: Rendezvous with Mirza Ghalib (Final Part-6)


Mirza Ghalib
Source: Google Images
Mirza Ghaib Series (All Parts) : Part (1) │ Part (2) │ Part (3) │ Part (4) │ Part (5) Part (6)

कोई उम्मीद बर नहीं आती
कोई सूरत नज़र नहीं आती
मौत का एक दिन मुअ'ययन है
नींद क्यों रात भर नही आती
(koi ummeed bar naheen aatee,
koee soorat nazar naheen aatee
Maut ka ek din mu’ayyan hai,
neehd kyon raat bhar naheeh aatee?)
(No hope in the living for me
No solution in the sight for me
Death is scheduled for one day
Why there is no sleep in the night for me)

Above lines perfectly depict the state of Ghalib’s life post 1857 uprising which not only caused him the loss of friends and propriety but also (more importantly) shattered his soul from within making him lose all the hope for better times. He was pushed into the state of loneliness and solitude so much so that in the last years of his life he was primarily confined to his house only with minimal or no visitors. In his own words, “I have the grief of death, grief of partings, grief of livelihood, grief of reputation. The death of my near ones and separation from my living friends have plunged my world in utter darkness.” He was physically debilitated and emotionally drained losing the desire to live, just waiting for his time to arrive for the absolution that was never reached.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Ghalib~Nama: Rendezvous with Mirza Ghalib (Part-5)


Mirza Ghalib
Source; Google Images
Mirza Ghaib Series (All Parts) : Part (1) │ Part (2) │ Part (3) │ Part (4) │ Part (5) │ Part (6)

Ghalib truly had his share of tryst with destiny and the scuffle for supremacy continued for life with each one of them trying to oust the other but, perhaps, he didn’t seem to digest that destiny always walks a step ahead and in the end it’s the life which bends the way destiny decides. We have read earlier that the recognition and nobility came to Ghalib much later in life when the royal title was finally bestowed upon him followed by additional recognition & titles in royal courtyards. I am sure he must have been elated to receive the place for which he craved & struggled through-out. However, the joy and glee was short lived & with the break of 1857 revolt everything vanished leaving him in a state of solitude. It was like walking on a circular path, ultimately reaching the point where you started. While for the rest of the country the 1857 uprising was the struggle for independence but for Ghalib it was more of the survival and sustenance.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Ghalib~Nama: Rendezvous with Mirza Ghalib (Part-4)


Mirza Ghalib
Source: Google Images

Mirza Ghaib Series (All Parts) : Part (1) │ Part (2) │ Part (3) │ Part (4) │ Part (5) │ Part (6)

Both of us fell silent. My mind was racing towards various facets of Mirza Sahib’s life thinking constantly how he must have actually felt like while going through each of those phases. Throughout his life he remained under the debt, blame it on his bleak financial condition or his lavish lifestyle (which he maintained whatever be his finances) or his ardent love for wine and gambling (he even got arrested once for gambling which had a grave impact on Ghalib’s mind; he was disheartened to see most of his friends, relatives and associates deserting him at that time). The appreciation and place in the royal court which he so rightfully deserved was evaded for long. However, in 1850 the royal title was finally bestowed upon him followed by additional recognition & titles in royal courtyards. All these symbolized a step towards accommodation of Mirza Sahib in the nobility of Delhi. But, these were again short-lived.

Friday, June 05, 2015

Ghalib~Nama: Rendezvous with Mirza Ghalib (Part-3)


Mirza Ghalib
Source: Google Images



Mirza Ghaib Series (All Parts) : Part (1) │ Part (2) │ Part (3) │ Part (4) │ Part (5) │ Part (6) 

The journey from Agra to Delhi was slowly turning out to be the journey of my life. I wouldn’t have thought even in my wildest of the dream that I would ever get a chance to share some moments of my life with the person I admire so much. As our talks went on, the veil of hesitation eventually shied away allowing me the comfort to be candid to him in terms of my inquisitiveness and curiosity. 

Friday, May 29, 2015

Ghalib~Nama: Rendezvous with Mirza Ghalib (Part-2)


Mirza Ghalib



Mirza Ghaib Series (All Parts) : Part (1) │ Part (2) │ Part (3) │ Part (4) │ Part (5) │ Part (6)  

“Are you kidding? You mean to say you are Mirza Ghalib, The Greatest poet of Urdu and Persian. You are 'The Mirza Ghalib'…Please stop taking me on a ride. Will You?” I paused for a moment and then suddenly retraced back with a thought, “Are you a ghost!!!” As I said this to him, a part of mine started uttering the lines from the prayer to Lord Hanuman to keep evil forces away,
भूत पिसाच निकट नहिं आवै
महाबीर जब नाम सुनावै
(Bhoot pisaach Nikat nahin aavai
Mahavir jab naam sunavae)
(All the ghosts, demons and evil forces keep away,
With the sheer mention of your great name, O’ Mahaveer, the Lord Hanuman!!)

Friday, May 22, 2015

Ghalib~Nama: Rendezvous with Mirza Ghalib (Part-1)

Mirza Ghalib
Source: Google Images
Mirza Ghaib Series (All Parts) : Part (1) │ Part (2) │ Part (3) │ Part (4) │ Part (5) │ Part (6)

The excitement and challenge to get a window seat is something which awakens the child even in the grown up person. So when I was purchasing the tickets for the bus, I specifically requested at the ticket counter to arrange for the window seat, if possible. And when the voice from the ticket window answered in the positive tone my joy knew no bounds.

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Book Review: GHALIB: The Man, The Times by Pavan K Varma



Book Details. . .

·         Title: Ghalib - The Man The Times
·         Author: Pavan K Varma
·         Genre: Non Fiction
·         Publisher: Penguin
·         Pages: 344 Pages
·         Price: INR 254
·         Rating: 3.5/5

Behind The Book. . .

A brilliant biography of one of India’s greatest poets.

Mirza Mohammad Asadullah Khan Ghalib began writing poetry in Persian at the age of nine and the pre-eminent poet of the time, Mir, predicted a great future for the precocious genius when he was shown his verse. But success and material rewards did not come to Ghalib easily, for the times were against him, and he did not suffer fools gladly even if they occupied positions of importance.

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