Sunday, July 13, 2014

Mujji.....



There is always a woman......

Ever since I read autobiography of K.A. Abbas, I kept searching for the picture of a woman in his life called "Mujji". I Googled many times, looked in the old book stores of Delhi, Mumbai and Bhopal but nothing, not even a picture of hers showed up. I always wondered how she looked and what was so special about her that captivated Abbas's imagination.

Until today!!

Muji was Abba's girl friend ( wife as normal people call it) and a major source of inspiration for his work.

When Abbas brought Mujji home to Mumbai, she asked what he expects her to do? Abbas Said " just sit there and inspire me to write and make tea for me when you think I need it!"

Abbas wrote 73 books and many films including the first that made it to Cannes Film Festival. Read here and get a shocker as to who Abbas was:http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0007815/

There union lasted a few years only. She died very young, of not a very complicated disease. Abbas being a principled man chose a government run hospital to treat his wife, in-spite of the fact that Mumbai's who's who knew him and he could afford a private hospital.

The night before she was to be operated at Mumbai's KEM hospital, Abbas asked her "what she wants before Dcotor sedate her? Mujji said "she wanted to see his handwriting in case she died in operation".

Abbas wrote a letter to her that night and gave her. She was holding that letter in her palm when Doctors sedated her took to the operation theater.

The operation was successful.....

she died during recovery!!

I am teary eyed as I write this....feel a joy of seeing so many pictures of Mujji but at the same time....re-living what pain she felt during those last days!

After her death Abbas wrote that "He knew that there can not be a woman who could replace Mujji and he will have to walk alone for the rest of life."

And alone he walked....for 45 years....never married......because there was no one who could take Mujji's place.

There is always a woman.....

Rest in Peace Mujji and Abbas!!

(For more on K A Abbas: http://www.abbaska.com/)

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Na Tum Hi gila Karna....

Dil Ke Kisi Makaan Ka Darwaza Khula Rakhna...
Tanhaiyon Ke Shor Main, Wahin Mujh Se Mila Karna

Go Tamaam  Umr Kati Hai Ek Doosre Ko Rote
Na Main Gila Karoonga, Na Tum Hi Gila Karna!

Pahuncho Meri Qabar Pe, Tareekyan Jo Dekho
Ek Chiraag Jala Dena, Ab Kiya Reh Gaya Hai Karna?

Yaaden Meri Jo Aayen, Na Tum Udaas Hona
Pehle Bhi Wafa Ki Thi,  Thodi Aur Wafa Karna!

Tanhaiyon Ke shor main Wahin mujh se mila karna..

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 11th, 2014 @ 1:50 am

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Ramzaan....


Mere Pehlu Se Sarakti Hui
Sardiyon Ki Woh Raat
Neem Khwaab Aankhen, 
Tasbeeh, Rahal, Jaa Namaaz

Safed Dupatta, Wuzu, Qiblaa
Woh Mataanat, Woh Saadgi
Pakeezgi Ka Woh Ehsaas...

Hadees Ki Kitaben, Quran
Internet Ki Azaan aur Phir
Sadqa, Fitra Ka Woh Hisaab

Mere Ird Gird Mandraana
Qareeb Aana, Ithlana, Aur
Phir Rakhna Apne Allah Ke
Ekhkaam Ka Bhi Paas

Aye Yaar Meri, Tum Ujlat Main 
Kiya Kiya Le Gayi Ho Apne Sath?

Ho Sake To Apne Allah Ke
Ehkaam Ka Paas Hi Rakhne 
Ek Baar Chali Aana....

Ek Roza Hum Bhi Rakh Lenge!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 7th, 2014 at 2:00 am, India

Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Iftaar _ aaj kal

Padosiyon Ke Gharon Se
Nikalti Hui Khusboo Ki Lapeten
Chand Shokh Chudion Ki Khankhanahat
Bartano Ke Takrane Ki Awazen
Daal Bagharne Ka Chanaka
Mixer Ki Who Awaaz
Tumhare Ek Ke Na Hone se
Dekho Kiya Kiya Nahi Hai is ghar main
Mano

Duniya Nahi Hai IS Ghar main!

Friday, June 20, 2014

Father's Day...

My day began by reading awesome heartfelt messages from dutiful daughters to their fathers on FB. I enjoyed reading those messages fromJyothe RaoTripti DwivediZsofia PrakrritiAnuraag MisrarajDeepti Pantand many others fellow travelers.

My day ended with the message below:

"Happy Fathers day Dad. Thanks for being with me when I needed you. I love you Dad!"

I can explain...

The writer of that message is 24 years old now. She is a convent educated graduate in Psychology and a practicing professional in that field. The period she is referring to by saying " standing with me " happened some 20 years ago.

I vividly remember, when a friend of mine had mentioned this family that needed my help in a certain way. I was not ready for it. I was FOB from USA ( Fresh of the boat that is..LOL) and my moral compass had no margin of errors. I refused to give that help on the grounds of ethics and morality. Also there was an untimely death in the family. We were devastated.

The night we recited Quran ( Quran Khwaani), this friend informed me about the favor, which I had refused. This time he said that "family is here, why don't you meet them? I was like "NO WAY...its wrong and un-ethical and I won't do it"....My friend pointing his finger behind me said " oh they are here".

I turned to see a man and a woman with this 4 year old girl. They said salaam and as a courtesy I went towards them. The cute girl was standing between mom and dad. I bent down to touch her chin and asked her name.....she responded with a big smile.....and that innocent cute smile blew away all the principals of ethics and morality in a hurry. When I stood up, I told them " Okay, I will do it!"

That night she called me "Dad" for the first time....Next morning, I did whatever was expected of me ....all went well. Everyone was happy and there was celebration!!

I went back to the US and lost touch with them except for an occasional calls here n there. Wahtsapp connected us again....and this message showed up on my whatsapp!

Still enjoying it.....

ps: When kids grow up they become best friends, so I promoted her to a friend and asked her to join me on FB. She calls me dad on FB....you will recognize her!

She is my daughter!!

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Chashmah....


Subah Hote Hi Chasmah Mera Toot Gaya
Aaj Paas Agar Tum Hoti to
Aaj Ka Ye Din Main 
Tumhari Nigahon Se Dekhta

Subah Ka Akhbaar,  Email, Phones, Football,
Aur Din Bhar Chadte Utarte 
Tumhari Aankhon Ke Woh Khwaab
Tumhare Chere Ke Naqoosh, 
Tumhare Honton ke Woh Rang
Rotiyan Banate Waqt Maathe Pe Aayi Hui
Paseene Ki Woh Boond
Ya Bheed Main Gaadi Chalane Par
Tumhare Peshaani Pe Fikron Ki Lakeer
Aaj Sab Tumhari Nighaon Se Dekhta Main

Aaj Ka Din Khatam Hone Se Pehle
Tum Ye Zaroor Jaan Jaatin Ke
Kiya Kiya Dekhta Hoon Main?
Jab Tum Kahin Aur Dekh Rahi Hoti Ho!

(c) Shahid Parvez Sayed, June 15th, 2014 at 11:00 am

Friday, March 28, 2014

Shama....RIP!

When I met her the first time she came across as a different girl. A girl with higher IQ, higher purpose in life, love for poetry and what attracted me the most was that she was a Khush Zabaan! Born and brought up in Luckhnowi tehzeeb she was a great combo of beauty and brain.

When I was done blowing up my last relationship, and was ready to reconstruct another one - I thought of her. Back then I was in the US, so I used to call her often and speak with her. Each time I used to enjoy our conversations. Each time she used to impress me with her wit and sense of humor.

And then one day she told me about her medical condition. Her kidneys were failing and she did not know how much longer she has left. I was shattered again. She again impressed me with her attitude to life and death in those circumstances.

I still used to call her to make her laugh, share a joke or some time share my new nazm. It was yahoo messenger in those days and whatsapp was years away. The last time we chatted she shared her nazm and I realized how deep she was capable of thinking.

I lost contact with her some time later......life just went into an over drive and I had no choice but to run with it. As a result I lost touch with her.......

She died today in Lucknow!

Whoever is up there, better have a good excuse!

Rest in peace Shama!!

My last conversation with her was on June 30th, 2012 when she said

"Jun 30 10:52 PM
sayed.shama:ap achche writer hai

and her last word was a smiley!!

Jun 30 11:38 PM
sayed.shama::)

ps: My mind went blank when I heard the news.....its time to cry.....I will, as soon as I finish writting her obituary!

Dekh le...kina accha writer hoon main shama....dekh tere baare main kaisa likha!