FW: Josh

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2009 20:20
Subject: Beautiful

Voh Bhagat Singh jis ke gham meiñ ab bhi dil naashaad hai

Us ki gardan meiñ jo daala tha voh phanda yaad hai?

Zahn meiñ hoga ye taaza Hindiyoñ ka daagh bhi

Yaad to hoga tumheñ Jaliaanwaala Baagh bhi

That Bhagat Singh whose memory still fills the heart with sorrow

Surely you remember the noose you put round his neck?

The scars that Indians felt must be fresh in your memory

Those that were inflicted at Jalianwala Bagh. You remember, don’t you?

– Josh Malihabadi

FW: Raam

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Saturday, May 23, 2009 21:40
To: Shrikant Sundaram
Cc: Aparajita Tripathi
Subject: Raam

Raam banwas se jab laut ke ghar aye
Yaad jangal bahut aaya jo nagar mein aye
Rakse deewangi angan mein jo dekha hoga
6 december ko Shri Raam ne socha hoga
Itane deewane kahan se mere ghar mein aye
Jagmagate the jahan ram ke kadmon ke nishan
Pyar ki kahkashan letee the angrayee jahan
Mod nafrat ke usee rahgujar mein aaye
Dharm kya unka, kya jaat hai, yeh janta kaun?
Ghar na jalta to unhe rat mein pehchanta kaun?
Jalatee mashaal liye jo log nazar aye
Shakahari hai mere dost tumhara khanjar
Tumne baabar ki aur phenke the saare patthar
Hai mere sar ki khata jo sar mein aye
Paanv sarju mein abhe raam ne dhoye bhee na the
Ki nazar aye vahan khoon ke gahare dhabbe
Paanv dhoye bina sarju ke kinare se uthe
Raam ye kehte huye apne duyare se uthe
Rajdhani ki fijaa aayee nahin raas mujhe
6 december ko mila dusra banwas mujhe ( Late Kaifi Azmi)

FW: My fav in red.

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Friday, May 22, 2009 12:01
To: praveen singh
Subject: My fav in red.

Usoolon par agar aanch aaye, takraana zaroori hai...
Jo zinda ho to phir zinda nazar aana zaroori hai...

nayi umron ki khud-mukhtariyon ko kaun samjhaaye...
kahan se bach ke chalna hai, kahan jaana zaroori hai...

thake haare parinde jab basere ke liye lauteN...
saleeqe-mand shaakhon ka lachak jaana zaroori hai...

Saleeqa hi nahi shayad usse mehsoos karne ka...
jo kehta hai Khuda hai to nazar aana zaroori hai...

Waseem Barelvi.

FW: Main hoon unke saath khadi.--Bachchan

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Tuesday, May 19, 2009 14:07
To: Shrikant Sundaram
Subject: Main hoon unke saath khadi.--Bachchan

Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

kabhi nahi jo tyaj sakte hain apna nyayochit adhikar
kabhi nahi jo seh sakte hain seesh nava kar atyachar
ek akele ho ya unke saath khadi ho bhari bheed
Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

nirbhay ho kar ghoshit karte jo apne udgar vichar
jinki jivha par hota hain unke antar ka angar
nahi jinhe chup kar sakti hain aat taiyo kee shamsheer
Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

nahi jhuka karte jo duniya se karne ko samjhauta
unche se unche sapno ko dete rehte jo nyota
door dekhti jinki painee aankh bhavishyat ka tamcheer
Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

jo apne kandho se parvat se badh takkar lete hain
path kee badhao ko jinke paanv chunauti dete hain
jinko baandh nahi sakti hain lohe kee bedee zanjeer
Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

jo chalte hain apne chappar ke upar luka dharkar
haar jeet ka sauda karte prano kee baazi par
kood udadi mein nahi palat kar phir jo taaka karte teer
Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

jinko yeh avkash nahi hain dekhe kab taare anukool
jinko yeh parvah yeh nahi hain kab tak bhadra kab dikshool
jinke haathon kee chabook se chalti hain unki takdeer
Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

tum ho kaun, kaho jo mujhse sahi galat path lo toh jaan
soch soch kar pooch pooch kar bolo kab chalta toofan
sat path woh hain jis par apni chaati taane jaate veer
Main hoon unke saath khadi jo seedhi rakhte apni reedh

Khoon phir khoon hai

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2009 12:38
To: Shrikant Sundaram
Subject: Khoon phir khoon hai

khoon phir khoon hai

February 22nd, 2008 Sahir Ludhianvi wrote this nazm on the slain Congolese leader Patrice Lumumba, the first prime-minister of Congo and also a staunch anti-imperialist. He was deposed from the office and murdered. A really good poet and someone who is very dear to me and has taught me a lot about Urdu Poetry, said he heard Sahir recite this nazm in a live mushaira in Chandigarh in 67-68 or 68-69 and continued that once he heard the second line of the nazm, he was so amazed at the depth of the line that he could not hear the rest of the nazm and he kept thinking about that second line “Khoon phir khoon hai, Tapkega to jam jaayega”.

zulm phir zulm hai, baRhta hai to miT jaataa hai

Khoon phir Khoon hai, Tapkega to jam jaayega

Khaak-e-sehra pe jame yaa kaf-e-qaatil pe jame

farq-e-insaaf pe yaa paa-e-salaasal pe jame

teGh-e-bedaad pe yaa laasha-e-bismil pe jame

Khoon phir Khoon hai Tapkega to jam jaayega

laakh baiThe koi chhup chhup ke kameeN gaahoN meiN

Khoon Khud deta hai jalaadoN ke maskan ka suraaGh

saazisheiN laaKh uRaati raheiN zulmat ka naqaab

le ke har booNd nikalti hai hatheli pe chiraaGh

zulm kii qismat-e-nakaarah-o-rusvaa se kaho

jab’r kii hikmat-e-purkaar ke eema se kaho (eema = permission)

mehmal-e-majlis-e-aqwaam kii laila se kaho

Khoon diiwana hai, daaman pe lapak sakta hai

shola-e-tuNd hai, Khirman pe lapak sakta hai

tum ne jis Khoon ko maqtal meiN dabaanaa chaaha

aaj vo kuchaa-o-bazaar meiN aa nikla hai

kahiiN shola kahiiN naarah kahiiN patthar ban ke

Khoon chalta hai to rukta nahiiN sangeeno se

sar jo uThtaa hai to dabtaa nahiiN aaeeno se

zulm ki baat hi kya, zulm ki auqaat hi kya

zulm bas zulm hai, aaGhaaz se anjaam talak

Khoon phir Khoon hai, so shakl badal sakta hai

aisi shakleiN ke miTaaoo to miTaaye na bane

aise shole k bujhaao to bujhaaye na bane

aise naare k dabaao to dabaaye na bane

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Here’s a translation of the nazm by Satish Kumar Shukla Sahib. Enjoy

BLOOD IS BUT BLOOD !

A slain Lumumba is by far mightier than a living Lumumba -Nehru

Repression is sill repression

Rising, it must flop

Blood is sill blood

Spilling it must clot.

Whether it clots on desert sands

Or upon assassin’s hands

On justice’s head or around shackled feet

On injustice’s sword or on the wounded corpse

Blood is still blood

Spilling, it must clot.

However much one lies in ambush

Blood betrays butcher’s hideout

Conspiracies may veil in thousand darkly mask

Each blood drop ventures out with burning lamp on its palm.

Tell oppression’s vain and blemished fate

Tell cruelty’s crafty Imam

Tell the UN Security Council

Blood is crazy

It can leap up to the cloak

It is inferno, it can flare up to burn grain-stock.

The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir

Today that blood moves out into street

Here an ember, there a slogan, there a stone

Once blood comes to flows

Bayonets are no avail

Head, once it is raised

Is not downed by law’s hail.

What is about oppression?

What is with its impression?

Oppression is, all of it, but oppression

From beginning to end

Blood is still blood

Myriad form it can assume

Forms such as are indelible

Embers such as are inextinguishable

Slogans such as are irrepressible.

Karavan Guzar gaya - conversations

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2009 12:41
To: Shrikant Sundaram
Subject: RE: Karavan Guzar gaya

Check these:

1. tang aa chuke hain kashmakash-e-zindagii se ham
Thukraa na den jahaan ko kahiin bedilii se ham

2. Nazar Se Door Re Ker Bhi, Kisi ki Soch Main Rehna
Kisi Ke Paas Rehney Ka Tareeqa Ho Bhi Sakta Hai

3. sochtaa huun ke mahfuuz kar luun ise apne siine men lafz-o-bayaan kii tarah
thodi hii der men yeh mulaaqaat bhii khatm ho jaayegi daastaan kii tarah\

4. Zindagi zindadili kaa naam hai
Murda dil kya khaak jiyaa karte hain

Aparajita Tripathi

AVALON Dev | BT-01 | Developer
Phone: 022-66882000-| Extn- 7774 | Mumbai

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From: Shrikant Sundaram
Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2009 12:30 PM
To: Aparajita Tripathi
Subject: RE: Karavan Guzar gaya

I might have heard Neeraj on the Sunday Vividh Bharati 730pm – the one which used to be for the defense guys… forgot the name –(Jaimala!! maybe) -reciting this but I can now faintly think of only Rafi’s voice when I read this…

Hv. to download Rafi from www.guruji.com

Whoa!! Some kinda timeless poetry this is.. for those remaining who can really understand it

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2009 12:24
To: Shrikant Sundaram
Subject: RE: Karavan Guzar gaya

I hadn’t ever heard of the song sung by Rafi. I remember having heard Gopal Das Neeraj himself reciting this poem son my mom’s music system (My mom and Dad were a lot into ghazals and compositions). The only two lines I remembered were (Caravn guzar gaya and Neeraj ke gungunane se. I have searched for the latter but couldn’t find it. I will hunt down the rendition recited by Neeraj because of the impact it had on me. Beautiful poetry nonetheless.

Aparajita Tripathi
AVALON Dev | BT-01 | Developer
Phone: 022-66882000-| Extn- 7774 | Mumbai

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From: Shrikant Sundaram
Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2009 12:20 PM
To: Aparajita Tripathi
Subject: RE: Karavan Guzar gaya

Awesome… evoked some interesting 80’s memories..

From: Aparajita Tripathi
Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2009 12:16
To: Aparajita Tripathi
Subject: Karavan Guzar gaya

Kaarvan Guzar Gayaa, Gubaar Dekhate Rahe

By Gopal Das Neeraj

Swapn jhade phuul se, miit chubhe shuul se

Lut gaye shringar sabhi, baag ke babuul se

Aur ham khade khade, bahaar dekhate rahe

Kaarvan guzar gayaa, gubaar dekhate rahe…

Aankh bhi khuli na thi ki hai dhup dhal gai

Paanv jab talaq uthe ki zindagi fisal gai

Paat paat jhad gae ki shaakh-shaakh jal gai

Chaah to nikal sakii na par umar nikal gai

Geet ashk ban gae, svapn ho dafan gae

Saath ke sabhi diye, dhuan pahan-pahan gae

Aur ham jhuke-jhuke, mod par ruke-ruke

Umr ke chadhav ka utaar dekhte rahe,

Kaarvan guzar gaya gubaar dekhte rahe…

Kya shabaab tha ke phuul phuul pyaar kar uthaa

Kyaa kamaal tha ki dekh aaina sihar uthaa

Is taraf zameen aur aasmaan udhar uthaa

Thaamakar jigar uthaa ki jo milaa nazar uthaa

Par tabhi yahan magar, aisi kuch hava chali

Lut gai kali-kali ki ghut gai gali-gali

Aur ham lute-lute, vaqt se pite-pite

Shaam ki sharaab kaa khumaar dekhate rahe,

Kaarvaan guzar gaya gubaar dekhte rahe…

Haath the mile ke zulf chaand ki savaar dun

Honth the khule ke har bahaar ko pukaar lun

Dard tha diya gaya ke har dukhi ko pyaar dun

Aur saans yun ke svarg, bhuumi par utaar dun

Ho saka na kuch magar, shaam ban gai sahar

Vo uthi lahar ke dhah gaye kile bikhar bikhar

Aur ham dare-dare, neer nain mein bhare

Odh kar kafan pade mazaar dekhate rahe,

kaarvaan guzar gaya gubaar dekhte rahe…

Maang bhar chali ke ek jab nai nai kiran

Dhol se dhunak uthii thumak uthe charan charan

Shor mach gayaa ke lo chali dulhan chali dulhan

Gaanv sab umad pada, bahak uthe nayan nayan

Par tabhi zahar bhari gaaz ek vah giri

Punchh gaya sindur taar taar hui chunari

Aur ham ajaan se, dur ke makaan se

Palakii liye huye kahaar dekhate rahe,

Kaarvaan guzar gaya ghubaar dekhte rahe…

Swapn jhade phuul se, miit chubhe shuul se

Lut gaye shringar sabhi, baag ke babuul se

Aur ham khade khade, bahaar dekhate rahe

Kaarvan guzar gayaa, gubaar dekhate rahe…