“An ocean of blood churns around me-
Alas! Were these all!
The future will show
what more remains for me to see”
Once an orthodox Muslim, asked him why he accepted sweets from Hindus on their, Diwali. He replied asking, if sweets themselves have any specific faiths? Barfi is barfi and it is sweet in taste, likewise jalebi, leaving the old man speechless. To write about his poetry is a generation long process but his wit (hazir jawaabi), humour, normal conversations and the way he lead his life is itself poetic. He was poetry in motion himself.
The epitome of Ganga-Jamuni tehzeeb, a symbol of pluralism – well that was Ghalib for me. Mirza may not be an ‘Auliya’ (a saint) or the reviver of faith, but his poetry and philosophies were nothing less than soul healers. “Main koshish karta hoon ke koi aisi baat likhoon, jo padhe khush ho jaaye;” Ghalib wrote in one of his famous letters.
I think creativity which cannot bring a smile to the faces of people is of no avail and Ghalib’s poetry was like service to the mankind and humanity. He was born on 27 December 1797 and buried near the Dargah of great Sufi Saint Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya, but his legacy lives and inspires so many till date.
In the year 1862, a young Rajput poet prodded him to recite any Persian verse with a different theme. Mirza Naushey recited, “My station cannot be discerned by any eye but mine; for my star is so far up that it doesn’t shine bright.” The way he recited it with supreme confidence, even the air seemingly stopped flowing, trying to hear the couplet Mirza Sahib was mouthing, wrote the Rajput.
Not a very great deal of the night sky had been explored those days, the Big Bang theory had not even been heard. But the enigma and the vision of Ghalib was ahead of its time.
Zikr(mention) without fikr(worry) is ordinary but zikr with fikr is extra ordinary. Ghalib was the true exponent of this art. His poetry was full of concern for the society and his philosophies brought impeccable melange of zikr and fikr.
Mirza was the master of creating master pieces because he was astute in using right words at the right time, what is referred to as ‘khayalbandi’.
“The world of Shayari has been be divided into two parts – before and after Ghalib,” once stated famed lyricist Gulzar . The more I read Ghalib the more assured I become of his own words. “Hain aur bhi duniya mein sukhnwar bahut acchey kehtey hain ki Ghalib ka hai andazey bayan aur.
Happy Birthday Mirza Asadullah Beg Khan