Saturday, February 13, 2010

Hungama Hai Kyun Barpa..

One cannot help but soak in divine euphoria, when listening and relating to the poet's thought, as in this Ghazal, by Akbar Allahabadi. 'Hungama Hai Kyun Barpa', is beautifully crafted by Akbar Sa'ab, and this lyrical magnum opus has been equally well treated, vocally, by Ustaad Chote Ghulam Ali.

As one makes an attempt to delve deeper in the meaning behind the words, and as each word unfolds, one's left numb !

Just a little note from the pages of history which are said to be an inspiration for this Ghazal. This was written by Akbar Allahabadi during the time when there was Hindu Muslim conflict going on and the British were thriving on their 'Divide and Rule' Policy. Muslim League and the Congress were in disagreement. During this phase, Akbar, the poet, was all for Hindu Muslim Unity. Several leaders had taunted Akbar saying that this person is speaking nonsense as maybe Hindu's have offered him some wine. It was in reply to these tauntings that the poet wrote this lyrical piece.

Hungama Hai Kyun Barpa,
Thoree See Joe Pee Lee Hai
Daaka To Nahin Daala,
Choree To Nahin Kee Hai

Why is there so much hue and cry if I have had some alcohol?
I haven't robbed someone, nor have I commited
any theft.

Us Ma’ay Say Nahin Matlab,
Dil Jis Say Ho Baygaana
Maqsood Hay Oos Ma’ay Se,
Dil Hee Main Jo Khinchtee Hai

(Here in these lines he tries to answer the dogmatic politicians)
Ma'ay here meaning, Wine.
I am not cocerned with that wine, whose consumption does not touch the heart. It does not bother me as it is just for the sake of drinking.
I am bothered with, or by saying 'wine', I intend(maqsood) that entity, using which some people are trying to play dirty politics and dividing hearts. (Dil hi me jo khinctee hai).

Na Tajurba-Kari Se,
Va’iz Kee Ye Batain Hain
Us Rung Ko Kya Jaanay,
Pucho To Kabhee Pee Hai?

Inexperienced are the words of the preacher/saintly(Va'iz).
For someone who has never tasted alocohol, can never rightly comment about it.


Sooraj Main Lagay Dhabba,
Fitrat Kay Karishmay Hain
Butt Hum Ko Kahain Kaafir,
Allah Kee Marzee Hai

Sooraj me lage dhabba. Here he tries to say, that during a Solar Eclipse, even the Sun is shadowed, as if a black spot is formed on it. Black spot is signifying a black mark here. (Again in context of the taunting that the poet was subjected to, these lines portray the poet in a carefree/not bothered kind of attitude). 'Butt humko kahe Kaafir', as in, the feelingless souls, who are not more than a stone statue(butt), are saying me a traitor(kaafir). Let it be, I take this also as God's wish ! (Allah ki marzi hai).

Har Zarra Chamakta hai,
Anwar-e-Elaahi Se..
Har Saans ye kehti hai,
Hum Hai to Khudaa Bhi Hai..

Every thing that exists (har zarra) in this universe, is due to the grace of the almighty.(Anwar-e-Elaahi, meaning Grace of God).Then very beautifully the poet says, Har Saans ye kehti hai, Hum hai to Khuda Bhi hai..Its like we are a part of the Lord, and we exist and breathe within his shadow of Divinity.

Har 'Aatma' us 'Parmaatma' ki chaaya hai..So every breath(har saans) we take reminds us that the Almighty exists(khuda bhi hai) !



How beautifully the poet silences the false speaking mass and at the same time maintains the gravity and elegance that just makes it a special piece of work. I beleive, when taken in the right context this Ghazal makes so much more sense. I have just tried to translate as per my little understanding. Hope the esscence of this lyrical beauty comes across !

-Amit

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Yeh na thee hamari qismat..



Yeh na thee hamari qismat keh wisaal-e-yaar hota

Agar aur jeete rahtay yahi intezaar hota

Tere waade par jiyee ham to yeh jaan jhoot jana

Keh khushi se mar na jaate agar aetbaar hota

Yeh masaael-e-tasavvuf yeh tera bayan ghalib

Tujhe ham wali samajhate Joh na badaakhwar hota.


These are few lines from a poem by Mirza Ghalib. As the lover soakes into a tragic mood, he lyrically laments about the agony of a lost love..



Yeh na thee hamari qismat keh wisaal-e-yaar hota
Agar aur jeete rahtay yahi intezaar hota


The lover says, he trusted his misfortune, and he knew that he did not stand a chance to embrace his love,So even if he lived longer, he knew it was a gamble, already lost..


Tere waade par jiyee ham to yeh jaan jhoot jana
Keh khushi se mar na jaate agar aetbaar hota


O my love, if you think that I am living for the promise you made to me..Understand that its a lie my dear, for wouldn't have I died out of joy had I really beleived you..

How beutifully the poet brought out a divine aspect of love.. as if the lover whispers, " O my love, never think that my love is blind, its just that I have chosen to be blindfolded.." Ah, beautiful..


Yeh masaael-e-tasavvuf yeh tera bayan ghalib
Tujhe ham wali samajhate Joh na badaakhwar hota.


Lover speaks to himself, " Your understanding of the wordly problems and ethical conflicts are very well justified by your statements, O Ghalib...
You could have qualified as a saint Ghalib, had you not loved the alcohol..

An Emotional dual where lover's self praise conflicts his reality..

Such is Ghalib's emotional outburst, I am bound to think, that Love is not an emotion itself.. its a cradle, a bed where Emotions germinate..

-Amit

Monday, November 10, 2008

Chalo ek baar fir se - A touching thought


" Chalo ek baar phir se, ajnabi ban jaye ham dono..

Taarruf rog ho jaaye to usko bhoolnaa behtar,
Taalluk bojh ban jaaye to usko todnaa achchha,
Voh afsaana jise anjaam tak laana na ho mumkin ,
Use ek khoobsoorat mod dekar chhodna achchha..


My ever failing attempt to portray the mood and imagination of the poet, Sahir Ludhianvi, as he pens down this magnificent thought for the movie Gumrah..


Chalo ik baar phir se Ajnabi ban jaye hum dono..
At times I interpret it as a state where the Love touches a sweet emotion which embraces nostalgia, and wishes to re-live tho moments of them coming together long ago.. the times when love was just expressed by drooping eyelashes and anxious eyebrows.. times when love was germinating and found solace in the orchards of the Lovers hearts'.. times when love was a little more fun and a lot more an unknown state of the heart.. when those secret mushy exchanges gave rushes..
A phase wherein Love wants to go back in time and sail again till the present..

Another thought interprets the magic woven by the poet, as a state of Love where its agreed that Love cannot meet realism, it cannot find acceptance. So it wishes to mould the feeling and guide it to a beautiful end, rather than tread the sour path..


"Taarruf rog ho jaaye to usko bhoolnaa behtar,
Taalluk bojh ban jaaye to usko todnaa achchha,
Voh afsaana jise anjaam tak laana na ho mumkin ,

Use ek khoobsoorat mod dekar chhodna achchha.."

As an incurable disease is better to forget, a realtionship is better ended than continued with ill-sentiments..so is a tale of Love better is better left, given a sweet twist than a sour dead-end..

Ah, wonderful display of emotions, and this goes a far way and raises a thought, which silently says, Words when weaved like this, give home to emotions
!

-Amit