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1. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live and why?
well i would choose karachi. my city. it is large and complete. and also because i love living here gives me the complete experience.
2. What do you want to be remembered for after you die?
i would like to be known as a man who fought for people rights. just the rights of all the people all over the world. against all oppression.
3. What is the most exciting thing you’ve ever done?
honestly. ;). well i tried climbing a hill face without any proper gear. the ground was wet. i had to hold onto grass to not fall off. the grass was coming out of the soil and my hands were slipping above a 200 ft precipice. i have no idea how i am alive. most exciting.
4. What do you most like about yourself?
i do not pretend to be something i am not. thank god.
5. If you could have dinner with anyone in the world, who would it be and why?
mehdi hassan. too much of an idol to not choose him over all others.
I got my questions from Crash who go this from Mykull who got his from Jean, who got hers from Trish, who got hers from the Green Fairy, who got hers from Feministe, who got hers from Erica, who got hers from Kathy, who got hers from Cornelia and sadly the trail goes dry after that.
Thursday – 15 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 23 Sravana 1925 – 14 August 2003
and the final song in the array of patriotic songs
yeh watan tumhara hay
tum ho paasbaan is kay
yeh chaman tumhara hay
tum ho naghman khan is kay
yeh watan tumhara hay
tum ho paasbaan is kay
is chaman kay pholon par
rang o aab tum say hay
is zamin ka har zarra
aaftab tum say hay
yeh faza tumhari hay
behr o barr tyumahray hain
kehkashan kay yeh jalay
rehguzar tumharay hain
yeh watan tumhara hay
tum ho paasbaan is kay
is zameen ki mitti main
khoon hay shaheedon ka
arz e pak markaz hay
qaum ki ummedon ka
nazm o zabt ko apna
mir e karvan jaano
waqt kay andheron main
apna aap pehchano
yeh watan tumhara hay
tum ho paasbaan is kay
Pakistan Paindabad !
Sunday – 11 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 19 Sravana 1925 – 10 August 2003
Hmmm. Just wrote a LONG post that got erased. I AM SUCH A MORON!
Well I have been meeting all these wonderful people on MIRC for the past two nights. Old friends. New People who are amazingly cool.
This is all good. Keeps my belief in ‘Gay Supremacy’ alive.
Well I do not know why but I am feeling amazingly romantic tonight. VERY romantic. So I am wallowing in the feeling while I can. After this I will put on some of Mehdi Hasan’s Ghazals. And lose myself to the music and fate. ;).
Oh I have put it on already. Well tata all of you. I will spare you my words. Have fun and enjoy.
phool hi phool khil uthay meray paymanay main
aap kya aaye bahar aa gaee mae khanay main
Anyone from Pakistan with a taste for classical. ASK me for the file I will DCC it to you on MIRC or do whatever. You HAVE to hear it.
Sunday – 04 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 12 Sravana 1925 – 03 August 2003
OHHHHHHH MEHDI HASAN!!!!
yeh watan tumhara hay ………………..
tum ho paaaaaasbaaaan is kay …..
he knows how to work me up.
his music is wonderful. all of you who havent heard him have missed it all.
Monday – 27 Jamadi ul Awwal 1424 – 06 Sravana 1925 – 28 July 2003
well brace yourself because this will be a long long post.
i come over to my cousins house last night. needed to get out of the house for a day or two. well so here i am all alone. he went to his college in the morning.
the computer is in front of me. the window is on my left. it is cloudy. overcast with uniform gray clouds. it is raining. there are a lot of thunder. not the shrieking type. the low rumbling type of thunder. there is a cool humid breeze blowing.
the tree right infront of the window is so wet. its leaves are dancing with every drop of rain that falls on them. rain water from the roofs of nearby houses is falling on the street and making a splashing noise. i can hear a mynah bird. with its cooOOO cooOOO. i can hear a sparrow with its chirp chirp.
oh so wonderful i am completely into this weather. it is so wonderful.
i have my favourite music playing. ghazals. and i have been like this for the last 2 hours. now playing ‘jab us zulf ki baat chali’ sung by mehdi hasan.
but there is one thing wrong here. i am alone. i wish if someone was here with me. well i wish if A was here. well i havent chatted with him for the last two days. although i have sent him emails. well i still hope he was here with me. it is cuh romantic weather. oooooooooo. wow lovely ghazal. now playing ‘aa keh sajjada nasheen kaisay hua merya baad’ sung by mehdi hasan.
chaak karna hay ishi gham say girayban e kafan
kon kholay ga teray band e qaba meray baad
i am just feeling so romantic and adventurous today. i dont know why but i think it is the weather and the music. i know that the weather and music have always had a very big effect on me. so is this day here.
i have been reading a lot of blogs lately. looking into peoples lives. looking at what they share. thinking about what they do not share. it is a fascinating world out there. it has so much to see and feel. reading blogs from pakistan to see what people are doing in my country. reading blogs from the world over to see what people are doing and seeing and feeling and thinking in the rest of the world.
it is a wonderful thing. bringing people closer. making them understand each other. with time the artificial lines made by government across the globe will get dimmer and dimmer. we will finally be able to understand each other better. we will finally be able to live like human and not territorial animals.
during the monsoon season (the one we are going through) people bathe in the rain. it is a nice temprature. not hot nor cold. but slightly warmish coolish. the perfect temprature. you do not feel it to be cold despite the wind. you do not feel it to be hot despite the temprature otherwise.
right now. about 5-10 children are bathing in the rain. runnig around. splashing water. jumping in the small puddles. singing songs that children sing during the rain. i remember all of this. i used to do it too. its the same street. the puddles are in the same places. the songs are the same. the houses are the same.
yadish ba khair (oh sweet memory … signifying a deep sense of nostalgia)
well now it is the perfect combination. excellent weather. excellent music. and i am feeling romantic and nostalgic. what more can one want. it is the state of blissful nirvana.
oooooooo. another mehdi hasan classic. this music is giving me an orgasm. baat karni mujhe mushkil kabhi aisay to na thee. jaisi ab hay teri mehfil kabhi aisay to na thee. uffffffffffffff.
i heard that mehdi hasan is in canada. he is undergoing medical treatment there. he is on his last breaths. it is so unfortunate. that a man of his calibre. the shahinshah of ghazal (emperor of ghazal) is dying.
his magical voice enchanted millions for decades. his grasp of music plucked the strings of millions of hearts all over the world. his alaap would send shivers of delight through millions of souls. his voice was an instrument in itself. it was the most beautiful of the instruments. he has the voice that will be remembered in legend all over south asia for ages. along with amir khusrau and tansen.
oh the rain is getting heavier all of a sudden. the children start shrieking with joy. heavier still. heavier still. WHOA WHOA WHOA. wow it is REALLY raining now. i better publish my blog before the power gets cut off and i lose it.
Monday – 21 Jamadi ul Awwal 1424 – 31 Asadh 1925 – 22 July 2003
the reason for todays post is to share with you all something that i enjoy. something that is capable of giving me orgasmic pleasure. it is poetry and music. since these specific artforms will be new to you. i will give you a background.
i just thought this post should be about a few cultural things from here. such as poetry and music. to start of with pakistan india and bangladesh form a cultural unit. perviously known as india(greek, english), hind(arabic), hindustan(persian, urdu) and bharat(sanskrit, hindi). so the poetic and musical traditions that i will talk about today will be from this region.
one of the many forms of poetry(‘shaairi’ in urdu) is the ghazal. it is one of the most popular. most rhythmic. most beautiful. and most liked forms of poetry in south asia(india+pakistan+bangladesh). it is made up of couplets. which join together to form the ghazal. every couplet has two lines which are about the same subject. different couplets in the ghazal can have different themes making it more independent and deep.
one of the many forms of music(‘mausiqi’ in urdu) is also the ghazal. it is the art of singing the ghazal. the poetic form i just talked about. it is made upon raagas. so it contains a heavy element to south asian classical music. there is a way of singing a ghazal that makes it much much more meaningful and pleasing. since the topics can range from love to life to society to romance to loss to anything whatsoever. it is interesting to see how the ghazal developes with time.
i love reading ghazals and feeling them and contemplating upon them. i love listening to music especially the way the ghazal is sung. i am more of a classical music guy. so i have a form of poetry that is very beautifully woven into music. it is a collection of two beautiful things. poetry and music.
everyone likes certain voices. everyone finds certain individual to be more melodious. everyone had a favourite voice. and usually in 98% of the cases people say that their favourite voice could be better. i mean to say they think it isnt perfect. well my favourite all time singer is mehdi hasan. he is an excellent ghazal singer. his is the best voice that i have ever heard emanating from a throat. also he is very adept in his art. he knows every little thing of what to do with his voice to send shivers down peoples spines. summarizing, he is perfect. i cannot imagine someone better.
so now i have ghazal being sung by mehdi hasan. i cannot tell you how much of a plesure it is. there isnt one ghazal sung by him that will not pull me to the source of the sound. be it my home, a party, a bazaar or an airport. i cannot resist it. i will move towards the sound like a zombie. there is not one ghazal sung by mehdi hasan during whict at one time or another i will not close my eyes just to let all my sensations focus only on that one sound. and be swept away by it. i never listen to him in the car. it is too dangerous.
since i have been rambling on so much i will stop now. in the hope that the love of my life (who also has to like mehdi hasan VERY much) will read this post. and stop. and realize that he has also found the love of his life. and we will live happily ever after. listening to mehdi hasan.
as i type all this mehdi hasan’s ghazals play in the background. this one is one of my favourites and one of his best works. since i cannot tell you how it sounds like i will only type the ghazal here. the poet was. faiz ahmed faiz. a wonderful wonderful poet. who also has the capability of pushing people into orgasmic pleasure just by the power of his words.
this poet of this ghazal is faiz ahmed faiz, it was sung by mehdi hasan. any south asian with an interest in music and poetry will tell you that ‘this combination must be excellent’. period. this ghazal will instantly be recognized by the people i was talking about earlier. let me write the ghazal for you along with a few of the stresses during mehdi hasans musical version.
gulON meiN rang bharE, bAd-e-naubahAr chalE
chalE bhi Aao ke gulshan ka kAr-o-bAr chalE
qafas udAs hai yArON sabA se kuchh to kahO
kahiN to bahr-e-KHudA Aj zikr-e-yAr chalE
jo ham pe guzri so guzrI magar shab-e-hijrAN
hamAre ashk terI ANkh but saNwAr chalE
huA jo teer-e-nazar neem_kash to kyA hAsil?
mazA to jab hai ke seene ke aar-paar chalE
maqAm ‘Faiz’ koI rAh mEIN jachA hi nahIN
jo kU-e-yAr se niklE to sU-e-dAr chalE
now the translation. since i am translating this it is very very very flawed. also it is just a prosaic translation.
spreading the colour in the flowers the early spring breezes blow
do come here now so the business of the garden should start
the prison cell is very lonely friends say something to the wind
would not that somewhere o lord the topic of my beloved comes up
what has befallen us is past but o night of lonely seperation
my tears have made better your eyes and your own self
what is the use when the arrows from your eyes are too weak?
pleasure will be when it will cross my heart and chest
no place faiz did i like in the way
when i left the street of the beloved i went straight towards death
i hate myself horribly for mutiliating this beautifuil ghazal by this ghastly translation. sorry to everyone who i hurt extermely by this display or boorish barbarism. it is so so so so so much better without the translation.
well i will not obsess about it. i will leave now. let god be kind to you.