Friday, April 21, 2017

Flowers


Nature is showering maa with my favorite flowers. She deserves each one of them. Someone is very kind... somewhere...
BTW I always envisioned myself be buried under a Gulmohar tree. This ensures not only shade but also a non stop supply of beautiful flowers. You don't depend on NO ONE to bring u flowers. U live a fiercely independent life, u sleep an independent depth. That's so cool...

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Maa 2

I reckon Maa must have had the time of her life watching me chase my own version of the ' The Great American Dream'.
That too on a 4 - seater Cessna Beach craft!!!
The fact that the Governor of the State used to travel on the same plane, is a testimony to the ' The Great American Democracy', but that requires a separate post.









Friday, March 17, 2017

Maa




Maa’s last picture in good times was taken when she was dating my father. That was taken on March 31st 1953.
Then the Indian Patriarchy took over, and a beauty of a woman was reduced to a pale shadow of herself. It would be me who would take her picture in 1982, all thirty years later. ( and I wud take thousands till her last night on this earth)
The hurt and insecurities that are visible on her face in 1982 are because her rights on her husband’s properties were taken away from her. She was betrayed and was thrown out to a 10feet x 10 feet pigeon hole. She

knew she was too weak to fight fight the powerful, so she concentrated on raising had no idea where the next meal is gonna come from – yet she never gave up. She her kids.

That 10x10 room was nothing short of a magic. It used to change its designation from Bedroom to kitchen to Study room to Bathroom to Dinner Room all in the same day…within hours. :)))
When I went to US and learnt the word ‘abuse’ I was shocked. It wud always bother me that my mother was abused by her in laws who ganged up against her.
Once I told her “ Maa you were abused by your in laws”
“My Shahid made if up for it…by sending me for Hajj and showing me the World”. She wud instantly demolish any regrets or anger developing inside me.
I grieve not just a mother but a fine feisty principled compassionate woman.


Sunday, March 05, 2017

Gaddar...

Aye jaate Hue Lamhon
Tum Bhi aakhir Gaddar Hi Nikle
Kis Trah Dabe Paaon Aa Kar tum
Mujhe Zindagi Main Uljhaa Kar tum 
Maa ko Maazi Kar Rahe Ho!!


Aye Aate Hue Lamhon
Kar Lo Jo Ban Pade Tum Se
Magar Yaad Rahe
Ek Din Mahobbat 
Maut Pe Bhi Haavi Hogi..

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 5th 2017

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Dhoke Baaz...


In KamZarf Mahollohn Main 
Jahan Taqreeban Sabhi Dhoke Baaz Rehte Hon
Wahan Jab Maut Bhi Aayegi 
To Dhoke Se
Maa...
In Sab Ko Tum
Phir Ek Baar Maaf Kar Dena!

Feb 15th, 2017 2am

Monday, February 13, 2017

Shopping after maa

U go to the supermarket after three months, and as usual pick up something for mom.
Next second it feels like someone just shot ur heart point blank.
Maa not there..who are u buying this for?
There is no one now to accept it with a smile and twinkle in her eyes. No one to tell u not to buy and then read label for what it is and the price on it..
U want to cry but being a grown up u are expected to behave. So u buy whatever and exit the supermarket in a hurry.
(Buying things for her was part of my strategy to make sure she understands that she remains in my mind no matter I go. That she is needed and wanted and loved. When old people feel neglected and not needed, that is when they decide to go - I believed.
I spent all my life letting her know she is needed forever in my life).
Life was never this painful. Never.

Friday, February 10, 2017

Shia _ Sunni, a love story

Baant Ke Apna Chehra, Maatha, Aankhen Jaane Kahaan Gayi?
Phate Puraane Ek Album Mein Ladki Jaisi Maa ....

(Nida)
Nov 1954. She was 19. They had just seen a movie at Super Talkies, Grant Road.. This picture was taken against her wishes. She was a Shia and father was a Sunni. May be she was not sure about how wud this 1400 years old divide wud play in her life.
In those days Shia - Sunni debate was as nasty as it is today. Of course it was minus the suicide bombers. Rest.. ..all mutual hatred, all biases and prejudices were the same.
She hid this picture from everyone. Even lied that it is someone else's. When I found out its hers, I went to town showing this picture and admiring her guts to be a rebel, for following heart. For doing the right thing.
They would marry in 1955.
Her next picture would be taken after a GAP of 25 years, by me.
Since then she remains the most photographed woman of my life.
Always will...