Sunday, November 01, 2015


Tumhen Maut Ka Phobia Tha
Maut Kisi Ki Bhi Ho
Tum Pareshan Ho Jaatin..

Yaad Hai...
Itwaar Ki Ek Duphar Hum 
Apne Bistar Par
Ek Doosre Main Uljhe Hue Pade The
Ke Main Ne Mazakan Keh Diya Tha
" Kitna Accha Lag Raha Hai na?
Chal Mar Jaate Hain!"

Tum Mujhe Jhatak Kar
Bistar Se Utar Khadi Ho Gayin thin
" Aap Maren, Mujhe Jeena Hai!"

Qudrat Ki Sitam Zareefi Dekho To
Dono Ki Khwahishen Poori Huin Hain
Tum Wahan
Jee Bhi Rahi Ho
Aur Main Yahan
Mar Hi Raha Hoon!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, October 29th, 2015

Thursday, October 29, 2015


Its Dona's birthday today!

For me, Atlanta winter used to begin with her birthday. Every time I wud have dinner with her on this day, we wud talk about winter setting in. I love winters...specially lonley cold winters....they unleash a new world for me.

I loved going out for dinners with her. Flowers in hand I wud show up at her house in the evening. She wud appreciate the flowers first and then wud ask where wud I like go for dinner? Everytime my answer wud be the same " doesn matter, anywhere", but she wud always chose a restaurant that I liked the most.

Thus used to begin my memorable evenings covering all kinds of personal, professional, political and family issues. I wud make her laugh with my stupid comments on issues.  She wud burst out with laughter at my keen sense of observations!

Life is multiple times meaningful as we grow old with friends that love you unconditionally. Nature has been kind to me in bringing these folks in my life!

I miss her today as there is so many issues I need to discuss with many webs to untangle....

PS: On my birthday, she stood for hours at a book store to gift me a signed copy of President Jimmy Carter's autobiography. No one has done this gesture for me....nor anyone else will.....she is special!!

Akbar, the lesser great...

Apparently, Akbar "the lesser great" minted coins with images of Lord Ram and Sita!! ( If I am not mistaken, there is an Akbar Mint at Fathepur Sikri, right below Dargha of Salim Chisti. May be these coins were minted there...)

Imagine a bunch of Mullahs visiting ancient books to pickup images and then seeking approval of Akbar.....they even kept the crown of Lord Ram on his head....thats so cool...

I find the images and calligraphy awesome! (But that's just me!!)

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Amal Ramzi Cloony

The fact - "80% of child's intelligence comes from the mother!"
The other fact - All the major religions of the World ( or their followers) want women to be confined to three rooms ie Living Room, Kitchen and the Bed room.
In the words of Mullah Luis Vazquez " Cook and Clean" jobs.
Here is one woman whose parents did not confine her to three rooms nor got her married early. In fact they gave all her all the freedom to choose a career path she wanted for herlsef.
In the end, the most sought after bachelor of our times, went down on his knees to beg her hand. A 
Bachelor who promised and bet money with Julia Roberts, Sandra Bullock and Michelle Pfifer that he will never marry. Ever.
Any woman between the age of 19 to 60 would give her arm and a leg to marry George Cloony. He could have married a princess, a Bollywood siren or whatever else he preferred. He chose an unknown human rights attorney from UK.
I would like to attribute it to the overall personality of Amal Alamuddin. Its a well known fact that Amal Alamuddin is an intellectual and a well read woman who can hold her own in front of Presidents and Prime Ministers of the World. She is intelligent and charming woman who earns her own living by fighting for human rights.
Here is an another example: When my frnd Mirza's Rukhsati was taking place. His father in law took him aside to say just one line " You will be in safe hand, Mirza!". And I think he was ALMOST correct in that assessment. She became a rock like anchor for Mirza in his struggling days....khair woh kisi aur din...
The point is this: Give your girl child room to grow. Help her with new exciting and challenging experiences. Someday she will make you proud of her. Also, as a bonus you will get an intelligent grand child too.
I think the way things are being "stirred and heated" up today, there is a high probability we will end up killing each other. The future would need some dispassionate empathetic intelligent fellas to save this mother earth from ourselves.
PS: These days I ask my frnds, that are proud fathers of teenage daughters whether they will be able to say " You will be in safe hands" to their future son in laws?
Oh well...

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Bakri Eid and Ban Ban...

I found Mirza lost in the neighborhood goat market on the eve of the bakri eid. He was absorbing the ever changing dynamics between buyers, sellers and the goats.
He came towards me with puzzled looks
"Ek baat samajah nahi aati"
" Yaar Ye Muslmaan Jab Koi Bakri Dekhta Hai - Khaa Jaane wali Nigha Se Hi Kiyoon Dekhta Hai? Phir Chahe Bakri Apni Ho Ya Parayi"
"Shhhhh Marwaoge? Dheere Bolo"
"Kab Se dekh Raha hoon. Musalmaano Ne Jab Bhi Kisi Bakri Ko Dekha Phaad Kar Khaa Jaane Wali Nigha Se Hi Dekha. Ek Hum Hain ke Nighaon main hi atak jaate hain"
"Isi liye Tumahri Qurabni Kamyab nahi hoti. There are standards for buying goats for Qurabni......unko bakri main Salli boti, Qeema, Paya, Roghan Ghost dikhta hoga"
"Yaar........suno to.."
PS: Since India is in the middle of banning things, places, books, words, films and other good stuff, I have decided to BAN the remaining part of this conversation.
Everybody deserves a power trip!!
Peace. LOL

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

KAise the Hum...Ye Kiya Ho Gaye?

Yaar Kaise Hum Juda Ho Gaye ?
Acche Khase Be Wafa Ho Gaye

Saath Jeene Marne Ki Kasme
Waade Woh Saare Kiya Ho Gaye?

Chaand, Taare, Phool, Baarish
Manzar Saare Khafa Ho Gaye

Ye Zindagi to Meri Saughaat Thi
Kiya Karz Saare Adaa Ho Gaye?

Jin Se To Mera Koi Rishta Nahi
Wohi Gham Be Panah Ho Gaye

Kal Jo Ek Lamhaa Alag Nahi The 
Aaj Har Janam Juda Ho Gaye

Haseen, Ek Khwaab, Khush Naseeb
Kaise The Hum,Ye Kiya Ho Gaye?

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, September 9th, 2015 @ 5:45pm

Friday, September 04, 2015

Dreams of my father...

Today 37 years ago, 4th September, 1977, he left me to figure out the big, bad World on my own!
I am still working on that...
I was playing in the Maidan ( which was a Mangoe, Guva Orchard till he chopped it off) when some frnds came running and informed me.
" Badhsha, Tumahre Chaccha Ko Ghar Le Aaye Hain"
I ran home only to find Mahollah women breaking bangles of my mother. She was only 41 then. I did not know what does that means to be a widow at the age of 41...
That too I had to figure out myself..
I remember when he went to Fategrah hospital and got himself admitted there. His brothers in Mumbai wanted him to be treated at a Mumbai hospital. He refused.
Now I know why did not get treatment at a Mumbai hospital. He was ready to go and wanted to be die and be buried in the family Qabrastan outside our house.
I figured out that too...
What I have not been able to figure out is the complexities or simplicity of a father - son relationship. What it means to be a son? What it means to be a father? How relationship works out and what direction it takes? How do they communicate? Do they use words or assume things out?
I dunno. Yet!
When they carried off his body for Namaz e Janaza, I could not give it a Kandha. I was too young then. I remember walking behind everyone not knowing what to do. No one ever told me anything about his death. Not a word. No one tried to reach me then, or thereafter.
I had to figure out the death part myself. Alone!
When they buried him, I was standing by the lone Guava tree he did not chop off for some reasons. I was quiet and watching the whole thing unfold like a dream. I remember every detail of his face even now.
Later that night I wud go and sit by his grave and cry.
Alone. Still do!
A father is a must in a man's life I would conclude later! A father must try to stay alive till his kids are settled in life. I would figure out later.
When teenage years hit me and I take interest in opposite sex, I would crave to have children first so that I can settle them in my life time. Leaving young children behind to negotiate a cruel, selfish world is not fatherly!
Years later I wud take my in-house girl frnd on her honeymoon, to his grave, his house, his city. She wud just follow me like a true frnd without complaints.
I am yet to figure out why I did that.
I have some of his letter that he wrote to mother. I read them often to know if he had any expectations from me. I was his last child - always a special one in a father's life. I find nothing. No expectations. I guess I was too young for him to think along those lines.
In those letters he calls me ' Shahid Miya'. I enjoy reading that.
" Shahid Miyan, poora din Kahaniyan padhte rehte hain" he writes to mom. He forgets to add that I was a topper in class and had secured a double promotion from 3rd grade to 5th.
So, here I am. Close enough to an age in which he died, yet I feel like 12, as I write these lines...
Nawab Shaddan Miya, sleeps at the feet of his mother under a Tamarind tree he himself had planted as a child. No better place to be buried than by the feet of ones mother.
However, I do wish he had more time. I miss not "communicating" with him. I miss not knowing what he wanted in life. What was his unfulfilled dreams? What kind of a life he lived? Who has hurt him along the way? Who were his frnds and enemies? Things like that
I know I would never be able to figure these out, no matter how many more yeas I live...

Thursday, September 03, 2015

Ishq Mahal Ki Shehzaadi...

Be Wafa Thi, Ya Kahen Use Zaalim
Par Sath Wohi To Deti Hai
Mere Sapno Ke Ishq Mahal Main
Ek Shehzaadi Jo Rehti Hai

Jab Waqt, Waqt Pe Ghar Nahi Aata
Aur Raat Ko Deri Hoti Hai
Bahar Sadkon Pe Door Talak Jab
Sunsaan Duphari Hoti Hai
Waise To Hai Himmat Us Main
Par Be-Taab To Thodi Hoti Hai

Mere Sapno Ke Ishq Mahal Main
Ek Shehzaadi Jo Rehti Hai

Jab Chaand Ufaq Par Aataa Hai
Aur Raat Ki Baarish Hoti Hai
Methe Lafzon Main Haule Se
Baad E Saba Kuch Kehti Hai
Aur Ghar Ki Chatt Pe Pade Pade
Har Raat Basar Yu Hoti Hai
Jab Din Naukri Pe Chala Jata Hai
Tab Der Talak Woh Soti Hai

Mere Sapno Ke Ishq Mahal Main
Ek Shehzaadi Jo Rehti Hai

Phir Hijr Ka Mausam Aata Hai
Tab Kon Sath Nibhata Hai?
Qismat Ka Likha Ho Jataa Hai
Kehne Ko To Duniya Kehti Hai
Tab Saari Yaaden Samet Kar Woh
Ek Naye Safar Ko Hoti Hai

Par Jaate Waqt, Palat Kar Woh
Aakhri Baar Kuch Sochti Hai
"Saath Hamara Bas Itna Tha"
Ye Kehti Hai aur Roti Hai

Mere Sapno Ke Ishq Mahal Main
Ek Shehzaadi Jo Rehti Hai

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, Sept 3rd, 2015