I am sure many young people may not be knowing his name but be humming the songs written by him. The young writer hails from Malerkotla, Sangrur, Punjab. His name is Irshad Kamil. He has breathed a freshness in the Bollywood film songs. It is just a beginning. I am sure, he shall blaze a trail in this field. Man of many gifts, he has dabbled in various professions like a reporter for newspapers in Chandigarh. He wrote scripts of many serials for television. Some of the films he had written the songs for are Jab We Met, Rockstar, Ajab… Read More »A whiff of Freshness: Poetry of Irshad Kamil
River of Time flows eternally, It never swells, it never dries, It is always the same, Unchanging It was here before Universe, It was here before Earth, Stars & Moon, It does not care, it does not mind, It never complains It shall be here rest assure, When we shall be gone, Our moon, Sun & stars shall be switched off, It shall flow eternally, It shall never grow old, It was, is and shall be stoic as ever. Time is the greatest of All.
In the Punjabi literature, the name of Shiv Kumar Batalvi stands out amongst the poets. He was the master of metaphor. He drew his metaphors from the rural life of Punjab, animals, birds, farming, Ramayan, Mahabharat, Guru Granth Sahib and the Patwaris and quarrels about the land. As with all gifted poets, he had keen eye to observe the life around him. This closeness to the soil may have been the due to of his father being the Land officer. His poetry expresses the anguish and helplessness of the downtrodden, oppression of the women in the male dominated society. The… Read More »Shiv Kumar Batalvi: Master of Metaphor
These days rewinding of the tape on the spool of life is taking place frequently. This may be a indicator of many things. One of them may be that the person is not at ease in the present circumstances and since one cannot run away easily, the only escape is to take shelter in the past memories. The events of the past, good or bad, which become memories. As they have now become history and rewriting them is beyond our capacity, so begin to like them. We are lost in the reminisces!! The childhood of every person is greener as… Read More »Harking Back the Old Days
Both Boabdil (Arab. Abu-Abdallah or Ez-Zogoiby, the Unlucky) the last occupant of the Moorish throne of Granada and Wajid Ali Shah, who ruled Oudh, a princely state in Uttar Pradesh India from 1847 to 1856 are separated both in space and time from each other. Why I am putting them on the same page is that both lacked the attitude which is required to be a ruler. The mind of Wajid Ali was on other things like arts and poetry. He was the tenth and last Nawab of Oudh. Boabdil ascended to rule the Granada after he drove out his father… Read More »Wajid Ali Shah and Boabdil
If someone asks me to write again the article on same subject, I am almost certain I will not be able to reproduce it. My composition will change drastically. I think this happens with persons who write using their heart, not with their heads. Heart is not as stable as the head. It controls the emotional part of our personalities. As the emotions depend upon the short term happenings, they tend not to be repetitive. Such persons can write fiction, poetry but not prose. Such person cannot be good managers. May be if I had tried, I could have been… Read More »Guided by Heart
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: ‘I was wrong’… Read More »Beautiful Poem by Auden