Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Wafa it is....


It was on 21st Roza, Hazrat Ali (RA)'s 1316th Martyrdom Anniversary that her husband left her for a heavenly journey.

Their marriage was not the usual one. In addition to other usual stuff, it had Shia-Sunni Divide to bridge. And they did a splendid job at it - I think. There are many stories of what challenges they faced and how they fought all opposition. When the CUSTODIANS of Shia-Sunni Divide, could not stop them from marrying, they banned entry of mother to her home. It remained that way for 20 years....till father's death.

Its been 37 years since father died, still each Ramzan she recites 2/3 Quran on her own and dedicates it to fathers soul on the 21st Roza. This ritual is suppose to help the departed soul in the hereafter specially in making the day of judgment transactions easier.

She has been doing it for 37 years, yes thirty seven years.....except this year. She was too in-firmed to recite Quran this year.. I asked her whey she did not delegate it to me or to someone else. She said " I like to do it on my own and will do it once I feel better".

I see her acts as epitome of Wafa and love. No one forced her to do what she has been for 37 years...no one cared and there was no reward for it. Still, to improve the conditions of father, my mother has been doing the Quran Recitation for so long.....

I never look at Romeo - Juilet, Shireen - Farhaad stories to know what love can be....I got a better and more real example -- right here at home!!

The Moral of the story is: No matter how nasty a woman behaves with me, after doing the usual Maatam (Mourning), I go back to my default mode of being in love with the concept of women. I think they are far far capable of more Wafa then we, men can ever achieve!!

Here is to my first love....my mom!!

ps: My rebellious streak to break all the walls of color, nationality, caste, religion, age and social status comes from them......Mind it!!

PPS: This should also explain why I have "admirers" in all colors, nationalities, caste and religions including Pathans.....LOL

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Eid Ka Din...


Kitchen Main Tumhari Masroofiyat
Bhuni Hui Seewayaian
Sheer Khurma, Halwa, Shaami Kabab
Bagair Tel Ke Pake Hue Khane
Aur Jaane Kiya Kiya Lawazmaat

Eid Ke Din Bahut Yaad Aate Hain Sab
Yar Meri, In Main Se Kuch To Lauta Do?

Ya Phir Chodo Un Sab Ko
Woh Jo Safed Dupatte Main Lipti Hui 
Tumhari Muskurahaten Thi Na
Wohi Jo Mere Haseen Jumle Sun Kar 
Foran Chali Aati thin...
Wohi Lauta Do

Eid Ka Din Hai
Tumhare Allah Miyan Ne Jo Tohfe Main Diya Hai
Ye Mubarak Din
Kaate Nahi Kat Raha...

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 29th, 2014 @ 12:15pm

Thursday, July 24, 2014

KKT in the Media

Aansoo...



Jab

Mere Achanak Yun Saamne Aane Par
Tumhen Kuch Nahi Kehna Tha
Tab Tumhari Aankhon Main 
Aaye Hue Chand Aansoo
Kiya Kehnca Chahte The?
Bas Ye Batla Do....

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 24th, 2014 @ 9:45 pm

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!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Kitne Mausam Beet gaye...


Kitne mausam beet gaye
Dheron Yaaden chod gaye...
Woh Mausam phir nahi lauta
Jo tum se baaten karta tha!!
Rehta tha jo Sath tumhaare
Aur tumhi pe Martaa tha..
Woh Mausam phir nahi lauta!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 25th 2014

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

"Chudiyan"


Suniye
Mujhe Chudiyan bahut pasand hain
Waada Karen...
Mere Hathon ko Chudiyon se kabhi Khaali na Rakhenge
Mera Jwaab jo bhi tha, Ab main Bhool gayaa
Magar in Kambakht Chudiyon Ko yaad hai
Saari Guftagu Apni
Jis Dukaan pe Milti Hain ye
Swaal bas wohi karti hain ye
"Aap Ne Un Ki kahi Baat Kahin Taali to nahi?
Ke Un ke Haseen Haath Aaj Khaali to nahi?"

Ek aur Guftagu ab mujhe bhulni hogi!!

(c) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 13th, 2014 @ 1:35am

Thursday, March 06, 2014

Ek Zara sa dil toota hai.....


Hanste Hue Jinhen Seh Na Sakoon, Aise to Sadmaat nahi
Ek Zara Sa Dil Toota Hai, Bas Aur to Koi Baat Nahi!

Yu to Manoos Chere hain bahut, Nazren hain wohi sab Khwaab liye
Par Dil ye Tumhara Naam Liye hai, Aur Is main ab Jazbaat Nahi!

Pehron Hui thin Baaten Phir bhi, Reh Gayi kehni Choti si ek Baat
Maani Jis ke Uljhe Hue Hain, aur Baat bhi Koi Khaas Nahi!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 6th, 2014, 8:15pm

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Janam din....



Kis Trah duayen doon Tumehn?
Ke tum Jiyo Hazaron Saal
Saal ke Din hon Pachaas Hazaar?
Ke Phir Intezaar 
Kitna Taveel Ho Jayega zara socho to...
Kiyoon ke ab to
Milna Agle Janam main hi Mumkin hai
Waise 
Janam din Mubarak!!
Parda Girte hi tum Chali aanaa...

(c) Shahid Parvez Sayed, Feb 10, 2014

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Khilone....



Shauhar, Bacche, Motor, Ghar
Ye Khilone jo tum ne Jama Kiye hain
Aurat Ki Poorani Tarkeeben hain ye
Waqt Kisi trah Guzar Dene ki
Gham e Dil Yun hi Behlaane Ki

Magar Ek Din woh bhi Aayegaa
Jab Ye Sab Be Maani Ho Jayega
Jab Umr Ka Khazana Khaali Hoga
Aur Husn Ka Mausam Dhal Jayegaa

Tab Charon Karwat Din Raat Tumehn
Phir Yaad Koi Bas Aayegaa......

(C)Shahid Parvez Sayed, February 4th, 2014 @ 12:4am

Saturday, November 02, 2013

Tumhari Yaaden....


Ye Duniya Ek Veerana Hai
Phir Bhi Chalte Jana Hai

Door Ufaq Ke Paar Tale
Chunke Tum Ko Panaa Hai

Dil Bojhal, Jism Hai Ghayal
Phir Bhi to Muskurana Hai

Khwab Thin Tum, Koi Pari Thin
Dil Ko Ab Samjhana Hai

Pehle To Tumhari Sun Leni Hai
Phir Khoob Tumhen Rulana Hai

Jaise Taise Umr Kati Hai
Ab Koi Aur Gul Khilana Hai?

Duniya Hai Ya Ek Chalawa
Kiya Aana, Kiya Jaana Hai!

Tumhari Yaaden Khatam Nahi Hotin
Kiya Qaroon Khazana Hai!

Hogi Kahin Kisi Ped Ke Neeche
Woh Qabr Hi Ab Thikana Hai

(C) Shahid PArvez Sayed


Tuesday, September 24, 2013

He said - She said



AMEER - E- QAFILA

INT. NIGHT. LIVING ROOM

They are chatting using Yahoo chat. He in US and She in a Cyber Cafe in India


He Said: Aaj main kaam se Ghar aate waqt khoob Roya hoon...
She Said: Oh Sheen.....kiyoon? kiya hua?

He: Aaj Mera College ka Dost Ehsaan Rashid apni family ke sath Restaurant aaya tha. Mujhe waiter  ke Dress  main dekh kar shock laga use. Phir us ne situation sambhal li.....mujhe apni family se introduce karwaya....baaten ki...

She: I am sorry Sheen .....Sambhalen apne aap ko...
He: Ye wohi Restaurant hai Jahan kuch Saal pehle meri Graduation ki Party hui thi.....kaise kaise khwaab dekhe the us din.....kaisis baaten ki thin....woh table aaj mera moonh chidata hai ...Main ne Faisla Kar liya ...

She: Kiya?

He: Main Wapas aa Raha hoon....Main Haar gyaa......Main wapas aa raha hoon...Mujhe Job nahi milni....koi mera Visa nahi sposnor karegaa....Interview ke bulawe aate hain...magar Work visa sposnor ke liye taiyyar nahi koi....

She: Nahi Sheen....aisa mat karen....koi na koi company to aap ka Visa sponsor karegi hi....koshish karen.....aur Aap to Ameer - e- Qafila hain....aap kasie Haar Sakte Hain? Is trah Haar Kar wapas aayenge to Biwi ke Pehlu main Neend bhi nahi aayeggi.....ye Jung to Aap ko Har Haal  main Jeetni hai Sheen.....kcuh bhi Ho jaye...Main Aap ke sath hoon...

Four  months after this conversation he found an employer named Larry Dent, a sensitive white man whose DNA did not believe in any discrimination on the basis of caste, religion, country of origin or color,  hired him and agreed to file for his work visa.

He got her to fly to him before he joined the new job. She landed in Atlanta on 14th July wearing a dress of his  favorite color - Yellow.  He joined the new job on 17th July, three days after she arrived..

ps: After picking her up from airport, he drove on I - 285 ( an outer loop that circles Atlanta city) for hours. When she asked the reason for driving on I - 285 and not going home straight  he answered that  He is paying homage to a city that gave him second chance at life.....

pps: Larry Dent, now retired lives in Gainesville, GA, Poona Restaurant still exists but at a different location, Ehsaan Raashid, EE class of 91, GA Tech, lives in Atlanta,

She lives in small town, USA and he .....he is alive some place,  India!!

Tuesday, September 03, 2013

Shab-e-Gham...

Shabe Gham Guzarta Hai Koi
Tumhen Ab Pukarta Hai Koi

Utha ke Bojh Tumhari Yaadon Ke
Yun Ehsaan Utarta Hai Koi

Rakh Tumhari Tasveer Saamne
Yu Tumhen Niharta Hai Koi

Tum Khyal thin Kisi Aashiq Ka
AbYehi Sach Maanta Hai Koi

Piyar to Un dino Bhi Karta Tha
Iqraar ab kiye Jataa Hai Koi

Tumhare Milne Ki Ummed Par
Khud Ko Sambhalta Hai Koi

Shabe Gham Guzaar Akal Aa Gayi
Apni Aaqbat Sanwarta hai Koi

Tumhen Haar Kar Zamane hue
Ab Khud Ko  bhi Haarta Hai Koi

(C0 Shahid Parvez Sayed, September 3rd 2013

Sunday, September 01, 2013

"Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?"




Jab Raston Main Sare Aam, Yu Hi Chalte hue
Koi Mahobbat Nahi karta, Na kuch Jatataa hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Kisi Saneechar Ki Subah Tumhare Bistar par
Koi Banaa Kar Nashta Nahi Laataa, Na Khilata hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?
  
Jab Tumhari Aankhon par, Muskurahoton par
Koi Nazmen  Nahi kehta, Na hi Gungunata Hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Umr Main Ek Baras Aur Jama Ho Jaane Par
Tumhen Haseen, Aur Haseen Tar Nahi Batlata Hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Tumhare Jazbon ki Shiddat, Wafa aur Shoki ke
Kuch Qisse Duniya ko Nahi Sunwataa, Na Batata Hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Rotiyan Banate Waqt Aaye Hue Zakhmo par
Koi Afsos Nahi karta, Aur Na Lipat Jata Hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Udaas Dekh kar Tum ko  Sare Shaam Jab Koi
Khamoshiyan Nahi Sunta, Na Samajh Jata Haai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Tum Bazar se Laane ke liye kuch Kehti ho
Janab who to Nahi Laataa, kuch aur liye aata hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Bagair Baatye Jab Koi Office Tumahre Aataa hai
Tum Use Dekh Khil Jaati ho, Who Muskata Hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Badi Khareedari Ko Taalne, Pasie Bachane ke Liye
Chikni Chapdi Baaten koi karta hai, Na Ithlata hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

“Main Aap ke Liye Poori Duniya se Lad Sakti Hoon”
Ye Keh Hue, scohe Hue Ik zamana sa Hua jataa Hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Hazaron Meel ke Fasloon, Itni Doori ke baa- wajood
Koi Tumhare Din raat, Subah Shaam Samajh Jataa hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Dasht-e-Tanhayee main Bhatakta Hua koi Shair
Wohi  Gurzri Baaten Sochta Hai, Dohrata Hai
Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, August 31st, 2013 @ 2:30 am