Saturday, May 18, 2013
shyam...
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Izhar…. a legend!
Izhar…. a legend!
“I think you have every right to know that your friend , that is me, is suffering from Cancer and is fighting it right now in Bombay Hospital,” was the message I received one day from Izhar.
“What nonsense,” I said to myself. Not ready to accept it, for obvious reasons, I immediately dialed his number. As soon as I heard his voice I knew he was serious about it. Rest is understood as it is not always important to hammer the obvious. I don’t know what my silence conveyed to him and how many his words consoled me.
I had not met Izhar then, but we were connected through e-mail, FB and telephonically.He happened to read my article in Kasmir Times and sent one mail as feedback in response, that goes like this:
Awesome story
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| 12/15/09 |
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Dear Veena, read your story in Kashmir Times "entitled" "I saw God in his eyes". It made for a good read. It has been wonderfully penned down and takes a reader right into what you and your family had experienced at that time. I hope things will and are changing for the better. We will again be one. I will able to sit with all my Burn Hallian friends, including Sunny Pandita, Pankaj Mahaldar, Sanjay Razdan, Ajay Mam, Vikram Handoo and many others. I wish, I could see them all again. I miss my favourite teacher Munshi Sir. I miss your community like anything as my father, a university scientist had over a dozen Pandit friends and I used to enjoy the company of my well-read uncles and their kins. God bless you and your family always....regards Izhar
| 12/21/09 |
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. Yes, I was in Burn Hall between 70s and 80s. Sunny used to secure first position in almost all the standards. He is a refined guy, always talked sense and his speech at times had no parallels. I haven't seen him after matriculation but a school mate -- Adil Bashir -- told me Sunny is in
We grew along with this friendship. It was a wonderful relationship. There would be time when we would not be in touch for a month or so, but when we would, it would be like as if we had been constantly in touch. I would not consciously think of him. But when I would, it would be acknowledgement to a constant being within me which perhaps needed no acknowledgement. We hadn’t seen each other but I had introduced him to my family. he promised a number of times that he would come to
He was full of life, very pleasant to talk to, a very good photographer besides being a journalist by profession. Above all he was secular by character .once he wrote while we were discussing political scenario of j&k:
| 4/21/10 |
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Dear Veena
Not only Jagmohan, the fear also played its role in the mass exodus of Kashmiri Pandits from Muslim-majority
He lived every change in nature and captured it through his camera and pen. His latest photographs of winter in
Who could have thought of such a deadly disease to such a lovely person. Not atleast me… but for this heart breaking SMS. That day onwards when I would call him, he would console me by saying, “I will fight it Inshaallah! But pray for
It is during this time that I happened to go to Sgr. And it was then i.e. on 28th of July, 2011, I happened to meet him for the first time and alas, for the last time as well…. to have that one life time memory. We fixed the evening time. I along with my brother went Dalgate, his home, to meet him. He had given me his address and I had requested him to remain indoors as I would be able to locate the address and I would manage to reach him. When we were about to reach his home I saw him waiting outside, on the road, which he later on explained that he could not hold himself indoors that time. I saw him coming in our direction and I asked my brother to stop the car. I got down and heard myself asking, “Izhar?” and him replying, “Veena?” simultaneously. He extended his hand and by the time I realized I have to extend mine in response, he had withdrawn his. Shaking or not shaking hands did not matter… in fact nothing mattered. We were meeting for the first time as if we had departed a minute ago or perhaps never departed at all. That day he introduced us to his family. We were together for about an hour. He came to see us off at the main gate of his home. Again it was difficult to depart…. Depart never to see each other again or depart to be in everlasting bond of friendship and purity and of selfless and sincerity… the bond I am still bound by.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
aman ki chaadar....
Safed, khaamosh
Yeh aman ki chadar
Yehien hai, par gayi kahan…?
Dilun ko dhadkane wali
Aankhoun ko lubaane wali
Sardie ke mausam mein
Yeh safed khaamosh
Barfeeli chaadar…
Ic mein daki hain
Dabi aanhe bhi
Un aman-pasand
insaanoun ki
Gin me kuch laapata
Kuch jalaaye watan…
Makaanoun ki chatoun se
latakti lambhi nokeeli
shishar-ghante jaise
saloun-saal
ankhoun se tapkte
munjmind aansoun…..
safed sun odan mein
kuch darkhtoun ki
tahaniyoun par
latakte patte
jaise bebas
zard chehre….
Kohre se lipte
Makanoun ke dareechoun par
Sar tikaye, aanhen barte,
Dam todti kashmiriyat ka
Maatam manaa rahe,
Chand buzarg log…..
Safed khaamosh
Yeh aman ki chadar
Yehien hai, par gayi kahan…?
Thursday, September 22, 2011
FIRAQ.....
aye baarish tu itnie baras
ki firaq-e-yaar dhul jaye
aye baarish tu itnie baras
ki dard-e-dil ghul jaye.........
tune har pate ko nikhaara hai
har chat tune bhigoya hai
patharoun ko tune taraasha hai
chataanoun ko pighlaaya hai....
merie bhie tu maseeha ban
kuch aisa hie waseela kar, ki
dhulie huie ek subh mile
dhulie shaam me din dhle.......
na aawaz ho kaanoun mein
na dastak ho darwaze pe
na aankhoun mein woh bassa rahe
na dil pe koyi khanjar chale.......
aye baarish tu itnie baras
ki firaq-e-yaar dhul jaye
aye baarish tu itnie baras
ki dard-e-dil ghul jaye....
Monday, September 5, 2011
baadal....
beechon - beech
utartaa baadal
lahraata hua, bal khaata hua
tarastie aankhoun se
neeche zamein ko
ghuurta hua
dheere se keh raha tha:
mein aasman se
nikal kar
pahadiyoun kie uunchaiyoun
ko chod kar
mandraata hun
phirtaa hun, bataktaa hun,
tumhaarie aur badataa hun.
tum khaamosh
mere awaarapan kaa
nazaaraa dekhtie ho, aur
phir taras khaa kar
'barso' tum kahtie ho.
pagaloun ke tarah
mein aapa kho detaa hun
gharajtaa hun, koundtaa hun
aur phir barastaa hun.
tumhaarie andhar kie aagh
bujhataa hun, tumhe sahlaata hun.
khud ko mitaataa hun, aur
tum mein simat jaata hun.
mein tum se pyaar kartaa hun......
khamooshi.......
yeh ruka sa sanaata,
koi hawa kaa joonkaa
na parinde ki aawaz.
ghaadiyou`n ke raftaar
na chalan`e ke aahat.
d`ate pahadou`n ke
uunchee khamooshi
bhare aasman ke
ph`ale tanhayee.
bus mein aur
mere ander yeh shor,
kaash ki thum jaye
in sub ke tarah....
Saturday, June 4, 2011
‘Doond lein….’
Barsoun se apne khoye
Bachpan ko doond rahi hun….
Unhi galiyoun mein kanhi
meri javaani bhi kho gayi hai…
Suna hai ujade huae us chaman mein
Ab bhi, kuch dilwale baste hain….
Kah do unhen
ki kisee jadiee ke peechay….
Ya phir kisi
Gulab kee kyari ke neeche….
hoga wahi kanhi
meraa bachpan….
Aur merie ghar kee
khidakee kie nouk pe….
Atakie hogie kahien
merie javaani bhi…..
Ho sake to zara sa dekh lein,
Doond lein…
Jo na pakad paye agar
To mukhatib ho ke kahien ….
Kah de mere bachpan se
Ya phir mere javani se….
doud ke aye
jee han, lout ke aye….
Ki mein behataash
jeena cha`hti hun ….
Mein phir se
udna cha`htee hun….