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Nahin Aisa Nahin Hone Dena–Ahmed Faraz

Ab mere dosray bazoo pe wo shamsheer hai jo
Is se pehle bhi mera nisf badan kaat chuki
Usi bandooq ki goli/nali hai meri samt ke jo
Is se pehle bhi meri shah rag ka lahu chaat chuki

Phir wohi aag dhar aye hai meri galyuun mein
Phir mere sehn mein barood ki boo pheli hai
Phir se tu kaun hai mein kaun hoon aapas mein sawal
Phir wohi soch mayan man o tu pheli hai

Meri Basti se parey bhi mere dushman hongey
Per yahan kab koi aghyaar ka lashker utra
Ashnaa haath hi aksar mari jaanib lapkey
Mere seeney mein mera apna hi khanjar utra.

Phir wohi khauf ki deewar, tazabzub ki faza
Phir hui aam wohi ahl e riya ki baatein
Nara e hubbe watan, maal e tajarat ki tarah
Jins e ajzaan ki tarah, deen e Khuda ki baatein

Is se pehle bhi to aisi hee gadi aye thee
Subh e wehshat ki tarah shaam e gharibaan ki tarah
Is se pehle bhi to paimaan e wafa tootay thay
Sheesha dil ki tarah aina e jaan ki tarah

Phir kahan ahmeri hoton pe duaon ke diye
Phir kahan shabnami chehron pe refaqat ki rida
Sandali paon se mastana ravi rooth gai
Marmari haathon pe jal bujh gaya angaar e hina

Dil nashin aankhon mein furqat zada kaajal roya
Shaakh e bazoo ke liye zulf ka baadal roya
Misl e pairahan e gul phir se badan chaak hue
Jaise apnon ki kamanon mein hon aghyar ke teer

Is se pehle bhi hua chand muhabbat ka do neem
Noke e dashna sey khinchi thi meri matti pe lakeer
Ab magar aisa nahee aisa nahee honay dena
Aye mere sokhta jaano mere pyaare logon

Ab ke gar zalzaley aaye to qayamat hogi
Mere dil geer mere dard ke maare logon
Kisi ghasib, kisi zaalim/ kisi jaabir kisi hakim ke liye
Khud ko taqseem na kara mere saray logo
~Ahmed Faraz

It seems as if the above words are written for today’s conditions. He wrote it for the ‘aag’ in Sindh. Only if he knew there would the same ‘aag’ all over the country. I wonder how long will we find such painful words appropriate in our lives?

P.S.Thanks to Junaid Zubairi for making me think about this blog. 🙂

Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake–a dream ballet ( Act 1).

Tchaikovsky’s first ballet, Swan Lake is considered by many to be one of the greatest classical ballets of all time. Its romance and beauty has allowed the classic ballet to mesmorize audiences for more than 100 years. Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake (in four Acts) was composed in 1875 as a commission by Vladimir Petrovich Begichev, the intendant of the Russian Imperial Theatres in Moscow. Swan Lake was unsuccessful after its first year of performance. Conductors, dancers and audiences alike thought Tchaikovsky’s music was too complicated and hard to dance too.
It wasn’t until after Tchaikovsky’s death that Swan Lake was revived. Much of the Swan Lake we know of today was a revision by the famous choreographers Petipa and Ivanov.

Plot Summary of Swan Lake:
While hunting, Prince Siegfried sees an amazing swan. As he takes aim to shoot, the swan turns into a beautiful woman. The woman, Odette, tells the prince that she is a princess who has come under the spell of an evil sorcerer. During the day she must be a swan and swim in a lake of tears. At night she is allowed to be a human again. The spell can only be broken if a a virgin prince swears eternal fidelity to her. She tells Prince Siegfried, who happens to be a virgin prince, that if he refuses her she must remain a swan forever.

Prince Siegfried falls madly in love with Odette. However, through a spell by the evil sorcerer, he accidentally proposes to another woman at a party, believing that the woman is really Odette. Princess Odette feels doomed. She threatens to kill herself and throws herself into the lake. The Prince feels terribly sorry and throws himself into the lake with her. In an incredibly touching moment, the two are transformed into lovers in the afterlife.

Act I
Prince Siegfried arrives at his 21st birthday celebration on the palace courtyards to find all of the royal families and townspeople dancing and celebrating, while the young girls are anxiously seeking his attention. During the exquisite celebration, his mother gives him crossbow and informs him that because he is of age now, his marriage will be quickly arranged. Hit with the sudden realization of his future responsibilities, he takes his crossbow and makes haste to the woods with his hunting buddies.

(Other Acts to continue…._
P.S. Have a long time dream to watch this ballet live in theatre !!

Mysticism of Sound –Sufi Inayat Khan

A short biographical video about Sufi Inayat Khan, the Indian musician and mystic who brought Sufism to the West in the early 20th century.

Sufi Inayat’s quotes from his book “Mysticism of Sound”.

“A person does not hear sound only through the ears; he hears sound through every pore of his body. It permeates the entire being, and according to its particular influence either slows or quickens the rhythm of the blood circulation; it either wakens or soothes the nervous system. It arouses a person to greater passions or it calms him by bringing him peace. According to the sound and its influence a certain effect is produced. Sound becomes visible in the form of radiance. This shows that the same energy which goes into the form of sound before being visible is absorbed by the physical body. In that way the physical body recuperates and becomes charged with new magnetism.”

“Life is a symphony, and the action of every person in this life is the playing of his particular part in the music.”

“Love produces harmony and harmony creates beauty. Therefore the chief motto in life is ‘Love, harmony and beauty’. Love in all things and beings the beloved God, in harmony with all in the right understanding, and beautify your life by observing the beauty within and without. By love, harmony and beauty you must turn the whole of life into a single vision of divine glory.”

Ayeda Naqvi’s rendition of Hazrat Inayat Khan’s Urdu poem, “Ajab shaan hai”
(English translation below)

Ajab shaan hai, mast e saut e azl kee
(What a unique glory has the one who is attuned to the sound of eternity)
Na parwah rahay, oos ko thal kee na jal kee
(He is not concerned about the (happenings of the) land or the lake (the earth or water)
Usi sur kay, dhiyaani hain roz e azl say
(It is the same sound that we have all been intoxicated by since the beginning of time)
Kay maaray hooay, hain pia kay charan kay
(It is the same sound that brings us to the feet of the Beloved)
Khudaee karain kar kay dikhlaayain dum main
(Let us reflect Him through our breath and our actions …)
Agar dair main hon kay hon ya haram main
(… Whether we are in the temple or in the mosque)
Inayat sada kay fidayee hain saaray
(Oh Inayat, we are all intoxicated by that which is eternal)
Parhain hain azl say pia kay duwaaray
(And since the beginning of time we have been lying at the doorstep of the Beloved)
Jo Us ka hai waisa hee hona hai laazim
(If you come from Him, you are bound to be like Him)
Mijaz aur haqeeqat hain baahim mulaazim
(The inner and the outer world are, after all, one)
Ajab shaan hai, mast e saut e azl kee
(Oh what a unique glory has the one who is attuned to the sound of eternity)
Inayat karo bus bhee tum aur yeh baat
(Oh Inayat, stop talking about such lofty ideals)
Haqeeqat kay charchay, tumhaaree yeh awqaat
(Look at reality and look at your own lowly nature)
Illahi karam ho, kay zara ho khursheed
(Still, if He wishes, He can turn a speck of dust into sunlight)
Karam ho to ho jayay, sar sabz umeed
(And with His blessings, hope becomes evergreen)
Ajab shaan hai, mast e saut e azl kee
(Oh what a unique glory has the one who is intoxicated by the sound of eternity)

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Seeing the Unseen through the Third Eye–Human Psychology

Time and again I have thought of how difficult it must be for the conscientious minds to deal with decisions that have a long term impact on the lives of the people. I wonder how can educated responsible people take irresponsible decisions and call them ‘principled’ or based on some well defined ‘laws’ .

There may be professions like school teachers, doctors, judges and religious priests who deal with human life directly and whose decisions are likely to have long term impact to individual or a group . Call their judgements –report cards, diagnosis, verdicts or fatwas respectively—whatever you call them—can make or break the individual or group upon whom it is given.

My personal experience as a mom, have seen first hand, how much impact a sensitive school teacher has on his/her pupils–be the teacher be good in his/her subject or not. A teacher who reassures students in their difficulties or supports them when not doing well, does a long favor on their growth and development, than an accomplished teacher who scolds or reprimands a pupil for not living upto the expectations.

Similarly doctors deal with patients– with all kinds of physical and mental problems—need to be sensitive to thier judgments or the diagnosis of the patients. The evidence in the medical science has proven that those doctors who deal with patients in a humane manner, seeing beyond what is visible and keeping the patient’s psychology in view while giving a diagnosis, not only succeed in developing a better patient–doctor relationship, make patient more compliant and have better chances of successfully treating a patient.

What is common in both such teachers and doctors is their sound training or knowledge of Human Psychology. Thankfully psychology has been incorporated in the curriculum of both the teachers and the doctors. I wonder if judges too undergo a training on the basic know how of human psychology . But certainly religious preists are not—leaving aside some who are naturally inclined towards it.

For religious priests its could be understood very well, that they are an unregulated profession and especially our Mullahs are trained purely to understand only the literal meaning of the laws in the religion. For instance talking of issues like rape, abortions, divorce—the laws are so men oriented—with no consideration to the psychological impact these cold-blooded laws have on womenfolk. Similiarly in the case of blasphemy law— no consideration is given to the fact that it is a ready recipe for anyone to abuse the law for personal vendetta by inciting mindless emotions into people. View it from the eyes of a psychologist—it is an easy terrorizing tool. I think if the maulvis, or priests of any faith, would understand psychology and that the power of love and compassion was far more overpowering than ‘fear psychosis’ in creating better followers of God—they would all end up being Dalai Lamas of their own religions.

Similarly after reading through the text of the judgment of Mukhtara Mai verdict, it becomes really compulsive to think how mandatory the knowledge of Psychology is for the judges too. In fact in some parts it even seems that these learned judges even lack common sense .

“It is unbelievable that the boy for ‘shame’ would not tell the true story, lose the chance of liberty and the sympathies when Maulvi Razzak along with the police had reached the spot for rescuing him, …”

How naive of the judges not to know this simple psychology of the majority of children fallen victim to such incidents, do not disclose it to anyone, be it their parents or close of kin.

And to base as evidence the fact that the lady had no injury marks on her body as a doubt on whether the crime —again compels me to ask the judges to read the psychology of the woman who has been overpowered by four men in dark and being raped—is left with no physical and mental stamina to struggle.

And then failing to consider that many rape victims and their families are not in a state of mind to report the case right minutes after the incident. It takes them a lot of rethinking, and time to gather courage to come forward with the complaint.

Moreover research has proven the presence of effects of stereotypical beliefs and hindsight biases on perceptions of court cases.
The fact that the judge wrote that the victim complained because she could not marry the rapist is one glaring example of the preconceived notion of a judge with Feudal mindset.

If only along with the big fat books on Law, they read in their curriculum, a thin manual on Human Psychology their thinking process would differ.

Judges too are human beings and their mindsets must definitely be a bearing on their judgments too. A dash of training in Human Psychology would come a long way in their profession.

With recent advances in human psychology and many other scientific tools to know the truth from lies, judges still base their knowledge on their archaic principles of ‘witnesses’ and raw ‘evidence’.

Shouldn’t they be looking through the third eye into the unseen evidence of the cases they judge??

Heaven isn’t a Place, it’s a Feeling !

Note from Parents:
She is just a kid who loves music and is good at it, but also loves most things kids love and has a full life. It took 18 months to make this video and it was hard enough to get the film, let alone decent sound in these crowded, noisy environments. Thus we did a montage cover song as all do in these kinds of videos. She is young and it takes great concentration to play such sophisticated songs under such circumstances, but her nature is one of great joy as you can see in our other videos or website.We are not rich and travel and live on a total of 25,000 dollars a year.

This is our little “Mozart” and she is 18 months into a multi year, open ended trip around the world, that started when she was five. She started playing the violin at 23 months old, so we thought it would be fun to mark her unique odyssey by playing her violin around the world at key places.

The beauty that we are seeing and the kindness of people every where, makes this world seem like heaven. This experience has been a great gift to us and we would like to share some of it with you.


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Glow Together…

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One candle beats the darkness
Two candles twinkle lil’ more
Ten Candles glow brighter still
A hundred candles glimmer even more
A thousand candles sparkle so much more
A million Candles scintillate a lot lot more
A billion candles illuminate far far far more
Just imagine
If SEVEN BILLION candles light up their hearts and glow TOGETHER :
There shall be brilliant PEACE, lustrous UNITY and shining LOVE, all over.

(Dedicated to World Peace)

Shame on Me, Mukhtara.

I wish I could burn my corneas opaque for being able to see and read the verdict given out to you, Mukhtara Mai.
I wish I could puncture my ear drums for being able to hear the desperate cries of you, Mukhtara when expressing your reaction to the verdict.
I wish I could scream out loud and burst my throat at the apathetic world who called your case a minor issue that needs to be zipped.
I wish I could bury myself two feet deep beneath the earth for being alive in a world where women like you wished they were better off dead than alive.
I wish I could pour kerosene and set alight all those who I heard clapped at the verdict in the courtroom.
I wish I could strangulate and kill with asphyxia those who labelled a victim ‘a bad woman’ and her whole community ‘names’.
And I would not spell out what I would do if I could to the perpetrators and those who who spelt this verdict.

Yes I wish not just to destroy myself but also each one of those who are partners in the crime against you.
Partners by committing the crime.
Partners by abetting the crime committed.
Partners by being vocal supporters of the crime.
Partners by just sitting on the fence, watching it .
Partners by not speaking out against this injustice.
Partners by just not doing enough to make a difference.

I do not absolve myself, Mukhtara.
I too am a partner in this crime.
I stay equally blamed—for
I just make futile noise
Or write a useless poem,
Or get agitated with no consequence
Or type routine comments on Face Book
Or tweet a random 140 character slogan
Or discuss ineffectively with friends

I know it’s just
Talk, talk and talk.
And nothing else.
I do nothing more.
I make no difference.
Shame on me.
Yes shame on me.
I‘m sorry Mukhtara.
I am your accused too.

Moin You Live in my Heart

You gave us reasons to laugh
You made us crack a smile
Amidst those glaring miseries
You made ’em blur for a whille.

Bitter truths of our life’s stream
Appeared as sweet as dreams.
With your being, life looked so bright
Your passing, has taken away that light.

Moin, who says that you have gone away
Your humor shall reign till the very last day.
You have left us– melancholic and pensive
But Moin, in our hearts, you will forever live.

Humility, that we found in you, as friends
Shall be a true guide in all our future errands.
Your simplicity spoke volumes of your being
And those reminders that Lord above was seeing.

Am grateful to God, that to humanity you were sent.
Moin, its very hard to part with you, my dear friend.
I know you will forever live, you can never die
Oh! Moin the angel, its so hard to bid you GOOD BYE

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Phir Tension tension ka saaya
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