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Ek dost bahut duur se aata hai..

October 4, 2014

Finally, I did go Bhopal yesterday.  The feeling that I could actually meet dear Shams bhai proved stronger than my laziness.

I reached Bhopal station and he came to pick me.  We went his home. We went out.  Visited places – the lakes, Taj-ul-Masajid (Crown of the Mosques), the shaheen (Eagle) of Iqbal, curfew waali maata, various historical structures in Bhopal, many of them in ruins, few maintained.  We rode on his bike on roads.  We had samovar tea.  We had lunch.

Me with Mr. Shams Adanan Alavi.

And we talked, talked, and talked –

of the city, it’s people, it’s structures and monuments, it’s literature, it’s language.  We talked of Maharashtra, it’s politics, the social movements of Maharashtra, and the literary movements thereof.  We talked of Mahatma Phule.  We talked of Sikandar Jahaan Begum.  We talked of Annabhau Sathe and Dr. Ambedkar.  We talked about the Dhamma Chakra Pravartan festival at Deekahsbhoomi, Nagpur.  We talked of Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh.  We talked of Maratha Seva Sangh.  We talked of Marathi ghazal.  We talked of poetic meter.  And then it was a time to finish the visit and come back!

Later I felt like I talked too much and made him listen all the time.  I had gone there to listen to him.  I noted a few times when he was talking about himself, I myself started talking.  Perhaps, I was so excited..  Perhaps some other time..

I came back.  Today, he posted a poem on his Facebook.. A poem dedicated to me.. “a friend comes from far away..” ek dost bahut door se aata hai.. Never believed someone would dedicate me a poem..

And I am overwhelmed.. almost in tears to read it!

Ek dost bahut duur se aata hai

Dedicated to Ganesh Dhamodkar
نذر گنیش دھاموڈکر

Ek dost bohat door se aata hai
arz-e-baraar٭ ki Khusbhu lata hai
kehta hai Marathi aur Urdu mein Ghazal voh
aur mujhe Chakbast** ka she’r sunaata hai
ab tak rabt tha us se
magar mulaqaat na thi
hoti thee.n baate.n magar shayad milne ki saa’at na thii
voh naujawaa.n jahaaN bhi jaata hai
saath Gahlib ka barqi diivaa.n le jaata hai
Ek dost bohat door se aata hai…
dhyaan se dekhe usne shahr ke dar-o-faseel
taal ke aks meiN nazar aayii use ‘Ambazari jheel’
hai kam-sukhan magar kamaal kar jaata hai
yakdam Taj Bhopali ke baare me.n savaal kar jaata hai
Ek dost bohat door se aata hai…
Uski aankho.n meN kuchh khwaab haiN
khamushi ke pas-e-pusht kaii inqelab haiN
apne kuchh Khwaab mujhe sunaata hai
ham se jab misra mauzoo.n nahi hota
voh jumla bhi ‘beher’ mein keh jaata hai
Ek dost bohat door se aata hai…

                                                                        Shams ‘Adnan’ Alavi

[Arz-e-Baraar=Land of Berar in today’s Maharashtra
٭٭Renowned Urdu poet late Brij Narayan Chakbast
barqi divaa.n=Diwan in file in computer/pen drive/pdf]

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One year of the Blog of Reflections

April 9, 2012

It’s April 9th.  The Blog of Reflections is completing its first year today entering in the new one with great hopes and expectations.  One hundred and eighteen posts, about three hundred comments, more than thirty subscribers, well above 10,000 hits, and finally but most importantly, quite a few new friends—I had never expected this much, when, last year on this date, around the very same time, I had started this venture in very much unfavorable conditions.  I think I must take this opportunity to take a little pause and thank all my blog-friends for their continued patronage.  I have already missed a couple to chances to thank all of you:  once when it was my 100th post and then again when it completed first 10,000 hits.  I must not let this opportunity go this time.

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I feel blessed to have you as my friend

January 4, 2012

Dear Master,

I am extremely and honestly sorry that I could not talk to you today. I have already given you a bunch of excuses. I know you don’t need them.

I miss you, and I miss you in everything I do. For example, I miss you while doing my work on Wikipedia and Wikisource. I missed you while I was reading Freedom at Midnight. I missed you while I was humming “O basanti pawan pagal” yesterday or “jaag dil e diwana” today. I miss you in whatever creative I do. I need to share all those things with you, for you are the one who can understand how important those things are for me. I know perhaps you know nothing of “O basanti pawan pagal” or “jaag dil e diwana”, but your appreciation for whatever I do and the understanding you have of those bizarre things is the one thing I can find nowhere else, and I miss you. (more…)

The search of self: A brief questionnaire

October 13, 2011

Just had a very interesting talk with Gaurav.  I was sitting a kind of upset, badly wanted to talk with some, and I wished if I could find Gaurav online.  He rarely uses GTalk, so I was kind of uncertain if I can find him there.  I tried Windows Live Messenger, but it didn’t work, so I came back to GTalk, and lo.. He was there.

This was my first chat with him per se (we had had a 2-liner brief chat earlier, but I had abruptly cut it off).  I told him about me and he told about himself, then about our blogs, further plans, and so on…

The most interesting thing of it was a shootout question series by him:

Why do you blog?
To express myself.  I can’t live without writing.

This is absolutely truth.  Why do I blog?  Because I want to write.  I have a long habit of writing.  It started with my writing diary about 13 years ago.  Initially, it was a kind of routine for me, but in 2002 as I came here at Nagpur, life got too much tumultuous.  At the same time, I started to get a lot of leisure time and privacy in hostel.  Fading out of an old love, finding a new one, having breakups, going through its melancholy, getting into a couple of another relationships, again falling into a new one — this material was enough to make me write.  I wrote, and I wrote a lot.  I wrote diaries, poems, ghazals, blogs… Then everything stopped.  I had a long break of about a couple of years.  Ghalibana was an exception in between, but still writing the heart could not happen for long.  So in the earlier part of this year when I found I cannot write diary anymore, I decided to start a new blog and thus started The Blog of Reflections.  So, I write to express myself.  Because I can’t live without writing.

Next question:

Was medical a choice of your heart?

Because I didn’t know what else to do.  I had grown up since childhood listening being a doctor is something great.  Otherwise, I loved math.

Choosing medical field was an simple choice for me, because I never had any other options.  Can you believe I didn’t know till 12th grade what engineers actually are?  I only knew they either build buildings or computers!!  No one ever told me that Pure Sciences can be a great career too.  My parents were not that educated to advice me and I was an ugly duckling for my college professors.  That being said, I enjoyed my work as a physician.  I worked with surgeon for about 2 years, assisted a lot of surgeries on a daily basis, literally assisted in saving lives.  But I was a BAMS (Ayurveda graduate), I knew I can only be an assistant at most, I could never perform the surgery.  I had no intention to pursue my post-graduation in Ayurveda (even the 13,000 p.m. stipend could not allure me).  I didn’t even try to appear for the PG entrance, I had already had enough in my 5-1/2 in graduation.

Third question:

Which quality do you have that’s very special according to you?
I am a good man.

This was my answer without any hesitation, without a second thought.  It is the only reason I am alive, because I know I am a good man.  The day I lose this feeling, I will lose everything else.

So can you say you are unique in some way?
Yes I am, but I am not sure if I can explain it right now. I am unique in a lot many aspects, but still, I am a good man should be enough.

I know I am not one of the flock.  I wish if I could tell how much I long to find someone like me, and I know, it is not an easy job.  That’s the reason I hardly be friend with anyone.  I never understand what to talk with people.  In my 27 years, I could find only a few people who I can say have a part of me in them.  (In fact, I am chatting with Gaurav only because I find something like myself in him).  There are only a few people with whom I feel like myself.  (Don’t frown up, you are in the list by default, take care to keep it free from viruses).

The conversation then turned to be a bit personal; I am not going to publish that part of it (I don’t want to make Gaurav feel awkward telling that he had a broad 🙂 when I answered “Yes” to his “Did you have a girlfriend?”)  Stil, it was a very interesting talk.  Hope we can continue it some time later.

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The first reflection!

April 9, 2011

Starting a new blog! It’s April 9, 2011 and I only know under what conditions I am writing this first post.  Everything cannot be revealed.  This blog is an attempt to reveal at least those things that need not to be necessarily hidden.  This is April 9, 2011 and I am writing the first post of my new blog.

I already have a couple of blogs on net.  Ghalibana has been successfully running now for over an year with slow but steady traffic.  It is also fetching a good bit of traffic from google and co., so what made me to start a new blog that would ultimately distract me from working on Ghalibana?  The answer is not much complex.  Ghalibana was started with a different idea by me with two of my friends: Kailash and Master.  The main motive of starting Ghalibana was to discuss things among the three of us, but eventually Kailash stopped writing and Master never get a regular internet access.  I kept on writing, but then it lost the sense of a personal blog and grew up as a real reference blog discussing ‘n’ number of valuable topics.  So what I really missing was a personal blog that would give me the freedom to write whatever I want to, not what my readers want to read.  Ghalibana has grown to a level where it literally fetches all of it’s traffic from search engines, and now I cannot use it like for updating my statuses etc.

The reason for starting this blog on WordPress is I really wanted to have a WordPress blog.  Initially, I tried to move Ghalibana to WordPress, but even with the import facility, it was too difficult to handle all the subscriptions, adsense, amazon links, etc. etc.  So when the idea of a personal blog came to my mind, I can think of nothing other than WordPress.  Oh, the lovely themes of WordPress, blogger has nothing to match with them (Oh, I love google, but truth is the truth).

Finally, what would I do on this blog? What plans I have in mind? What would be the future of this blog? I did have a personal blog on WordPress a few years ago, around 2006-2007, but then situations were totally different.  I did not have a decent net access and most of the ideas would die before I could find a net cafe.  This time I am a kind of better-equipped, I have a net access of my own that I can use at my will, so I hope no idea shall die before it finds place on his platform.  I don’t intend to write long long posts here (this one has already grown much longer) as I do on Ghalibana, but I won’t restrict myself too!  On the other hand, I won’t mind writing twitter-like 140-character statuses too!  I am planning to write on a more frequent basis.  I write on Ghalibana about 2-3 posts a month; they need a lot of preparation.  Here I don’t have any restrictions of that kind, so I am planning to write almost daily, or at least on alternate days.  I want this blog to show a real picture of mine; yes, there are things that should not be revealed, that cannot be revealed, but at least as the moon shows only half of it even on the full moon day, I will try my best to reflect that half without any restrictions, in hopes that some day I could show up the other never-seen side too 🙂

These are some thoughts in my mind at this moment; at this moment on April the 9th of 2011, when I’m starting this personal blog on WordPress under conditions that I only know 😦

And this line is just because I don’t want to end this first post with a bad face. Cya soon 🙂