Any guesses for whom Parveen Shakir wrote this poem?
This was for a 8-10 years old boy, son of a Pakistani diplomat in New Delhi, whom she met her visit in 1980s. She alongwith her son Murad (who was 5-6 years old then) spent few weeks with the family and children were attached to each other. This boy was quite attached with the poet and when she was leaving for Pakistan, he cried a lot. Parveen Shakir said to him ‘I’ll visit you soon again’ and the boy said ‘I’ll miss you’. Parveen Shakir called his mother when she reached Pakistan and said, ‘ik paheli hai boojho’ and then told this poem over phone. That was obvious for the mother of the boy, but we as readers might have interpreted it differently.
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So share any stories, incidents, etc behind some piece of poetry that you come across.**
This is the ghazal read by Habib Jalib, when he was quite young in 1950s. In those days, Karachi’s students had to go to Punjab (Lahore) for giving Matric’s papers. He went there, gave all papers except last one. On that they he went to OkaRa for a mushara and didn’t return home (Karachi), as he was afraid of his mother (Rabia Basri, who struggled a lot for education of her children). Finally, he came back to Karachi, got punishment and then disappeared from home, once again. After some time, his parents came to know that Jalib will be attending a Mushaira near Mazar e Quaid and his mother made it sure to be there alongwith a danda :ASA: As soon as Jalib rendered this ghazal and came off the stage, amma was ready to give punishment for Awargi :bailan:
Not sure if its true or not, but Iqbal's poem Jawab-e-shikwa was written after he wrote the first poem Shikwa and some molvis considered it blasphemous and issued fatwa on him?
Munir Niazi sahab mere ghar se 4th ghar me rehte thay, jahan ab Nasir Khan Niazi, jo unka bhaanja hai wo rehaish pazeer hai, yahan pe Munir Niazi aur unki family rehti thi, parents, 2 brothers and 2 sisters..
Zameer Niazi
Munir Niazi
Touqeer Niazi
Zameer was well educated and govt employee, Munir didn't do anything Except once he Started A Business Of Printing Press in Sahiwal.. And Touqeer Niazi was a Truck driver...
They were financially good until everyone got married and had children.. Munir Sahib went to Lahore to his cousins house and then moved to a flat/apartment.. Later on he bought his own house.. He had no child.. And with the passage of time his abilities to write got faded.. His financial problems started and yes he faced a crucial time in his old age... However he lived a great life, I have an interesting story to share, once he was in lahore studio, his brother Touqeer Niazi went to studio drunk and started abusing them all at the studio gate...
Guard told this all to Munir, He took him in a room and gave him yogurt to eat.. And then tea..
Munir Sahib was embarrassed and wrote some beautiful lines:-
"Kaise Kaise Log Hamare Jee Ko Jalane Aajate Hain
Apne Apne Gham Ke Fasane Hamein Sunane Aajate Hain
In Se Alag Me Reh Nahi Sakta Is Bedard Zamanay Main
Meri Ye Majburi Mujhko Yaad Dilane Aajate Hain"...
Story behind Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s ‘aaj bazar main paa ba jolaaN chalo’
Faiz was imprisoned in Lahore Jail and he got toothache. He was taken to dentist in police van, who lived on other corner of the city. Doctor gave some medicines and ask for visiting after few days. On his appointment day, police van was not available and he was taken to dentist on taanga. Two policemen sit on both his sides carrying bandooq. People of Lahore (Mochi Darwaza, Bhati Gate, etc) all recognised Faiz and wave their hands. This poem was about that incident. For Faiz’s own punishments, for masses he love and wrote for.
I have read some where that iqbal regretted these ashaar, Moulana hussain ahmed madni was one of the biggest waliullah of his time. These ashaar were quite harsh on him , just hope iqbal will not be questioned about these ashaar on youm al qiyamat.
بوڑھا پنواڑٰی، اس کے بالوں میں مانگ ہے نیاری
آنکھوں میں جیون کی بجھتی اگنی کی چنگاری
نام کی اک ہٹّی کے اندر بوسیدہ الماری
آگے پیتل کے تختے پر اس کی دنیا ساری
پان،کتھا،سگریٹ،تمباکو،چونا،لونگ،سپاری
عمر اس بوڑھے پنواڑی کی پان لگاتے گزری
چونا گھولتے،چھالیا کاٹتے،کتھ پگھلاتے گزری
سگریٹ کی خالی ڈبیوں کے محل سجاتے گزری
کتنے شرابی مشتریوں سے نین ملاتے گزری
چند کسیلے پتوں کی گتھی سلجھاتے گزری
کون اس گتھی کو سلجھائے،دنیا ایک پہیلی
دو دن ایک پھٹی چادر میں دکھ کی آندھی جھیلی
دو کڑوی سانسیں لیں،دو چلموں کی راکھ انڈیلی
اور پھر اس کے بعد نہ پوچھو،کھیل جو ہونی کھیلی
پنواڑی کی ارتھی اٹھی،بابا، اللہ بیلی
صبح بھجن کی تان منوہر جھنن جھنن لہرائے
اک چتا کی راکھ ہوا کے جھونکوں میں کھو جائے
شام کو اس کا کمسن بالا بیٹھا پان لگائے
جھن جھن،ٹھن ٹھن،چونے والی کٹوری بجتی جائے
ایک پتنگا دیپک پر جل جائے، دوسرا آئے[/RIGHT]
Pathetic seriously..a close reality we see in our lives..kuch jaga laga apny hee kahani chal rahi ho..
**سرسری ذکر کیا تھا عشق میں مر جانے کا
اب اُسے ضد ہے کہ تم مر کے دکھاؤ ہمیں
شاعر نے اپنی معشوقہ کے سامنے شیخی بگھاری تھی کہ میں تو تمہارے عشق میں مر بھی سکتا ہوں۔ ادھر وہ بھی اس سے تنگ آئی بیٹھی تھی کہ کسی طرح اس سے جان چھوٹے تو کوئی دوسرا مرغا دیکھوں۔ پس اس نے ضد کرنا شروع کر دی کہ تم نے مرنے کا ذکر کیا تھا لہذا اب مر کر دکھاؤ۔ چونکہ اس شعر میں شاعر نے ضرورت سے زیادہ ہی لمبی پھینکی تھی (اور اب پھنس گیا ہے۔ اب دوسروں سے پوچھتا پھرتا ہے کہ کیا کروں اور کیا نہ کروں۔)
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