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Monday, November 12, 2012
page 13
the sultan had no fault, he did not gamble nor did he drink nor did he lust after women, but he was absolutely ruthless when it came to giving punishment, he himself did not sin nor commited any crime, but he was merciless and got all the criminals killed brutally
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Khabron Ki Dunya
although it is a favourite popular slogan in india just two kids are enough to complete a family -- but 95 year old murad of UAE has 93 children from fifteen wives, he enjoys a large ffamily
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
from final level
when russel comes down , his wife eagerly asked him what was going on between the father and son up there, he tells her he is amazed their son so brilliant a student who always got A s in school was turning to violent video games
Monday, September 12, 2011
Khabron Ki Dunya
in delhi people are reverting back to erthen ware mud pots , terracotta containers of different sizes and shapes for storing and cooling water, drinking water of such mud ware tastes better and is cleaner and more hygenic, each surahi costs more than it did last year, selling for eighty to one hundred rupees as the demand is growing
Faridi-Hamid
both faridi and hamid enter the crime scene to solve the case, they are told rustam was given a drugged drink, instructed by a bearded man dressed in black with white hand gloves never seen before by the troupe members , he seemed to be coming out from the office of the manager, it was thought the manager wanted rustam to have a drink, and there was a misunderstanding, the confusion was intentionally created by the robber
The Masked Robber
shrieks were heard, as the audience rolled with laughter, the tragedy turned into a comedy, lights were switched off, there was a robber in the hall , police was called in, each one was thoroughly searched before exiting, , a police constable tells them a masked man dressed in black, with white hand gloves escaped with the loot
Syah posh Lutera--ibn sufi
a northen theatrical troupe touring was invited to perform rustam and sohrab a persian classic tragedy on their finale, in plaza theatre, it was a beautiful grand show, the final act was about to begin, curtains were raised and both rustam and sohrab were to battle , sohrab the son not aware that rustam was his long lost father he was looking for the suddenly sees sohrab on stage behaving funny
gazal--mehesen naqvi
The manner I love you is
Like the moon 's reflected inhaled by ocean
Like sundrop trapped in pearly seashell
Like fragrance strained from colour that winds love
Like a stone flashes lights
Like blossoms pray for seasons henna delights
Bows of ideas split in dreams
Like cool rains for the sun burnt feet
Each dream testifies the fact
Eyes will you their only desire
See your image in my thoughts
Enshrined are you from the world
Eyes dimmed with desire
Unmasking the world
Descends morning light in your eyes
Cutting ropes of stars at night
Wishing your beauty"s bloom
Flames up my composed lines
In full spring in garden of joy
Blossoms of your eyes a sparkle
Decorating lilies of words for me
Exists sweetness of your voice in my silence
Your shimmer of fragrance is intoxicating
Desert of desires ornate with your smile
What matters blemish of pain to you
Happens what to thirstying eyes
Enchanting as you knows not
What is eternal autumn
Like the moon 's reflected inhaled by ocean
Like sundrop trapped in pearly seashell
Like fragrance strained from colour that winds love
Like a stone flashes lights
Like blossoms pray for seasons henna delights
Bows of ideas split in dreams
Like cool rains for the sun burnt feet
Each dream testifies the fact
Eyes will you their only desire
See your image in my thoughts
Enshrined are you from the world
Eyes dimmed with desire
Unmasking the world
Descends morning light in your eyes
Cutting ropes of stars at night
Wishing your beauty"s bloom
Flames up my composed lines
In full spring in garden of joy
Blossoms of your eyes a sparkle
Decorating lilies of words for me
Exists sweetness of your voice in my silence
Your shimmer of fragrance is intoxicating
Desert of desires ornate with your smile
What matters blemish of pain to you
Happens what to thirstying eyes
Enchanting as you knows not
What is eternal autumn
Sunday, September 11, 2011
gazal--zafar akhtarabadi
World is uncaring is unfamiliar
Full of poison is unfriendly
Lighted is a lamp of memory in my heart
No other light of hope in my aboard
Chronic faithful dedicated i stay to beloved
Excuse is who loses reason first
Someone softly brushed past me
As if strangers never met before
Who kept me tying up step by step
Chaining me tightly unlike winds and waves
Heart itself was lost and stunned
With no sighs of despair on lips either
Full of poison is unfriendly
Lighted is a lamp of memory in my heart
No other light of hope in my aboard
Chronic faithful dedicated i stay to beloved
Excuse is who loses reason first
Someone softly brushed past me
As if strangers never met before
Who kept me tying up step by step
Chaining me tightly unlike winds and waves
Heart itself was lost and stunned
With no sighs of despair on lips either
Gazal--Page--310----hasan razvi
Flowers pressed in books
Etched names on trees
I remember those speaking eyes
Those glowing moon faces
Those aimless talks
Burning hot days
Fragrant cool nights
Writing long messages
On tiny paper chits
O!Winds of my town
If you ever happen to see my Beloved again
Ask her whereabouts
Where is she now
Choking in open air
trees around stand like crosses ready to crucify
husn reminiscents past seasons
Some faces glowed dawn
Some's tresses were like nights falling down
Etched names on trees
I remember those speaking eyes
Those glowing moon faces
Those aimless talks
Burning hot days
Fragrant cool nights
Writing long messages
On tiny paper chits
O!Winds of my town
If you ever happen to see my Beloved again
Ask her whereabouts
Where is she now
Choking in open air
trees around stand like crosses ready to crucify
husn reminiscents past seasons
Some faces glowed dawn
Some's tresses were like nights falling down
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Home Restaurant
the main entrance door opened into the large hall containing four tables with four chairs around them , in a corner was the counter , on the walls were pictures of poverty stricken indian women living in pathetic conditions on street, drawn to the pictures on the wall davis intently looked at them, he deposits fifty american dollars in advance,
Gul Daam--muhammed bilal
Argument between umrao jaan and the writer
--Why one meets rusva displaying love
You can"t esacpe without loosing your good name
Going to the bazar of love to be sold off
Do not return without a coutesan
Promised and pledged he is thus
Who can win him over
Even if ill reputed
Unstoppable he uses her name
You can"t esacpe without loosing your good name
Going to the bazar of love to be sold off
Do not return without a coutesan
Promised and pledged he is thus
Who can win him over
Even if ill reputed
Unstoppable he uses her name
About the Writer--Muhammed Rusva Mirza Hadi
As a sub overseer he was posted at quetta supervising railway line in 1886, his first urdu magazine -shiraq was launched that shut down later, professor of arabic and persian he taught for thirty years in lucknow college, he used mirza as his pen name- his five novels remembered are--Umrao jaan ada, Akhtar beghum , Sharif zadah, Insha-e-raaz, Zaat sharif,
He recounts in his novel-umrao jaan ada a coutesan"s life story she shared with him,
retaliating umrao jaan wrote a novel--Fasan-e- rusva that could not dim her own name,
the novel is a mirror of a dancing girl
He recounts in his novel-umrao jaan ada a coutesan"s life story she shared with him,
retaliating umrao jaan wrote a novel--Fasan-e- rusva that could not dim her own name,
the novel is a mirror of a dancing girl
Friday, September 9, 2011
gazal--page 299
All blessings are just for you
All my thoughts just for you
the days are spent in your memory
Nights wait just for you
Impossible to live without you
Moonlit nights just for you
You are soul of my lifeAll weathers just for you
Atir stays awake all night
Life moves on plans just for you
All my thoughts just for you
the days are spent in your memory
Nights wait just for you
Impossible to live without you
Moonlit nights just for you
You are soul of my lifeAll weathers just for you
Atir stays awake all night
Life moves on plans just for you
The Training
at khanam jaan"s she was sold off, there were more girls, they were taught singing, dancing and educated by a maulvi who was on the pay roll, he carried turquise and other precious gem stones tasbih--rosary praying , he taught the girls reading and writing
Betrothed to Brothel
Both friends mirza and munshi urge her to share her past life experiences with them ,after a little hesitation she agrees to tell them how she reached the brothel of khanem jaan , she was just nine and engaged to be married into a very well off family
After The Poetry Festival
before dispersing the crowd of poets enjoyed two falsa fruit flavoured kulfis each, the three of them remained -umrao jaan, the mirza and the munshi, dastarkhwan was laid up for them, , both friends apparently were highly impressed by her poetry and asked her to recite the muqta --the last couplet of urdu gazal containing the pen-name of the poet--to whom can Ada narrate her tales of woe
Lusting for life she roamed around the world
Lusting for life she roamed around the world
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Competition
the competition started with umrao jan"s reciting her poetry, followed by mirza, munshi, khan, pandit, sheikh, nawab and others-
Heart is stabbed with killing beauty of one
Winning you all that you want for one
Bowing to the divine or to stone
To find the almighty you wanted one
Heart is stabbed with killing beauty of one
Winning you all that you want for one
Bowing to the divine or to stone
To find the almighty you wanted one
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