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Harmony and Peace: Exhibition by Jimmy Engineer on TD Mosaic Festival Day #2


TD Mosaic Festival 2013 day 2 began with the Exhibition of  “Harmony and Peace” series of  paintings by Jimmy Engineer, a renowned Pakistani painter, visiting Canada, especially for the event. The Exhibition shall continue till September, at Promenade Art Gallery.

The paintings  by Jimmy Engineer, being showcased in the TD Mosaic Festival 2013 are part of a series of paintings  of Pakistani and world architecture titled as “ Harmony and Peace”.
The idea behind the series is that when different architectural structures from different places in India, Pakistan, Egypt, Uzbekistan, Turkey, China etc can be brought together in one frame, and appear harmonious, why can’t human beings, who possess intelligence, be able to coexist with harmony.

Talking to Jimmy was an enriching experience, to know in depth about the humanist that he is. He prefers to be acknowledged as “a simple mortal who cares for human kingdom with passion.”
His inspiration to Art is Nature, which he considers as his Perfect Master.

Born into a Parsi family, he says he believes in universality of faith. He was inspired by the simplicity and spirituality of Sufi Barkat Ali, from Faisalabad, who he says, bestowed upon him the responsibility to make Pakistan proud, through his Art and social work.

Jimmy says, he meditates, and often gets the visions to paint in his dreams, which he then transforms into canvases.

Jimmy has to his credit 3000 pieces of Art (2000 paintings and 1000 calligraphies), and countless social services, some of which are known, and some he chose to keep unknown. He believes that the highest form of social work is that reaches the needy unseen, devoid of any pomp and show.

As an artist, he has  worked with many mediums including water, oil and pastels be it on canvas, wood or ceramics, and from realism (landscape, still life,) to abstract to calligraphy.

A humble human being that he is, he believes he is extremely blessed, despite never attempting to promote his work. He has received great recognition and respect from the world over, and his art work has made way into private collections in Italy, France, Switzerland, Russia, India, China, England, USA in fact almost in every part of the world, validating his status as an International artist.

Jimmy leads an extremely simple life, and has always directed royalties from his Art work,  including a house, into social causes dear to his heart.

He believes to Walk-a-Cause and has to his credits countless walks to raise awareness on myriad issues, mainly related to helpless and needy individuals, like the special children, widows, orphans, and various health issues.

He walked from Karachi to Khyber all by himself, in one year, which took him through various cities, villages, deserts, and wilderness. He claims that all along the way, people from all walks of lives, supported and helped him, right from Waderas, Chowdharys to dacoits,and the poor. They shared their food and shelters with him. He even encountered poisonous snakes and dangerous animals, but was never harmed by anyone.

“During the walk,” he says, “my fearlessness was challenged by many asking me to enter the cage of lions, which I did, without being harmed by them. “

He says many attributed this to be due to his possession of supernatural powers. But a humble Jimmy thinks, it is his conviction to peace and compassion that leaves him unharmed.

He is a strong believer of Indian Pakistan Peace, and says that he was neither born during the time of partition, nor had read the gory details of it, but sometime in 1973, he had the scenes appear in his dream, which he then painted into the Partition series.

In 2001, he decided to walk for Peace from Islamabad to Delhi, but then stopped at the Wagah border.

“Why did you stop?”  I asked.

“I was walking for the sake of Peace, and to not add more tensions by my act. At reaching the border, and conveying my peace intent, I had conveyed my message.” he replied.

He believes that “Peace between India and Pakistan will come one day, as 99% on both sides are desirous of peace, and it is only 1% or even less do not want it.”

“Amen” , I say aloud, with a firm conviction that the words uttered from such a humble champion of humanity and compassion, will not be left unheard by the God Almighty.

Peace and Harmony series…

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Partition series…

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Calligraphy by Jimmy:

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Jimmy Engineer, the artist and social worker par excellance:

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Keats of Urdu poetry-Majaz


barbaad tamannaa pe ataab aur zyaadaa
haanmeri mohabbat kaa javaab aur zyaadaa

roye na abhi ahal-e-nazar haal pe mere
honaa hai abhi mujh ko Kharaab aur zyada

aavaara-va-majanun hi pe maukoof nahin kuchh
milane hain abhi mujh ko khitaab aur zyaada

uthenge abhi aur bhi tufaan mere dil se
dekhunga abhi ishq ke khvaab aur zyaada

tapake ga lahu aur mere dida-e-tar se
dhadakegaa dil-e-khanaa-kharab aur zyaada

ai mutrib-e-bebaak koi aur bhi naghma
ai saaqi-e-fayyaz sharaab aur zyaada.

He is  Keats of Urdu poetry.
He was a darling of Urdu poetry lovers of his age.

Ismat Chughtai recounts,” Girls college mein ladkiyan usse shaadi ke liye qura nikaalti theen”[it was a pastime among hostel girls to draw lots, to decide which girl will marry him].

He belonged to the era of progressive and revolutionary  poets, leading the Progressive Writers’ Movement of Aligarh with Sahir, Josh and Ali Sardar Jafri.

Jalaal-e-aatish o barq-e-sahaab paida kar,
ajal bhi kaanp uthe tu woh shabaab paida kar
Tu inquilab ki aamad ka intezar na kar,
jo ho sake to inquilab paida kar”

He was hopelessly romantic:

Khub pehchan lo asrar hun main
jins-e-ulfat ka talabgar hun main

ishq hi ishq hai duniya meri
fitana-e-aql se bezar hun main

chedati hai jise mizarab-e-alam
saz-e-fitarat ka wohi tar hun main

aib jo hafiz-o-khayyam mein tha
han kuch is ka bhi gunahgar hun main

zindagi kya hai gunah-e-adam
zindagi hai to gunahgar hun main

meri baton mein masihai hai
log kahate hain ki bimar hun main

ek lapakata hua shola hun main
ek chalati hui talavar hun main

And on his unsuccessful love:

Na ayaa’n hui un se, na bayaa’n hui hum se,
Bus suljhi hui aankhon mein, uljhi rahi muhabbat..
Yeh merey ishq ki majbooriyan ma’az Allah,
Tumhara raaz tumhi sey chhupa raha houn mein.

Heartbroken not just in love, but of the prevailing social conditions in those days, he took refuge in heavy drinking,

“Bahut mushkil hai duniya ka sanvarnaa,
Teri zulfon ke pech-o-kham nahin hain.”

Friend and contemporary poet Josh Malihabadi advise him to control his drinking: Majaz ghadi rakh kar piya karo’
A maverick Majaz laughed:,”Josh sahab main ghada rakh kar peeta hoon.”

Another friend, Jigar Moradabadi begged him to quit drinking like he did. Majaz’s response was:“Tum ne to ek baar chhori hai, main to kaee baar chhorr chuka huun.” (You left it just once, I have left it several times).

He died in Lucknow due to  heavy drinking at the age of 44.

Josh remarked on his death: ” Majaz took 75%of his poetry to grave because of early death, otherwise he may have surpassed everyone else.”

“Ab iskey baad subah hai aur subah-e-nau Majaz,
Hum Per hai khatam Sham-e-Gariban-e-Lucknow.”

My favorite couplets of Majaz:

Is mahfil-e-kaif-o-masti me, is anjuman-e-irfaani me
Sab jaam-bakaf baithe hi rahe, hum pee bhi gaye chahlka bhi gaye.
(This gathering of fun and frolic, the erudites all around
All merely sat with the goblets, but I drank to the full).

Sab ka madawa kar daala apna madawa kar na sake
Sab ke gireban see daale apna hi girebaan bhool gaye.

Ghazal sung by Jagjit Singh

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A coup or a revolution, Egypt? Who decides?


While the rest of the world, including me shuddered at the premature demise of democracy in Egypt, my Egyptian colleague sitting next to me in the office was bouncing in her chair. Opened in front of her was her Face book page and Twitter account, receiving and sending congratulatory messages.
I walk into her cabin and before I could ask she rejoiced:
“We have got our country back.”

Me: “But isn’t this a demise of democracy, and army is back?”
Her: “Why? You think Morsi was ruling? Is elections democracy? He was running the Islamist, Salafi agenda?”
Me: “Yes, but in democracy, he would be routed out next elections. Democracy is a painfully slow process, we know.”
Her: “No this is not democracy. Do you know how he had won the elections? He had got the petro-dollars to the poor in rural Egypt , and taken their ID cards numbers for the vote.”
Me: “Yes I can totally relate to that, but still, democracy takes time to work.”

She hardly even listened to my democracy rant, and continued….
Her: “He was not working for Egypt, and was carrying an outside agenda. He even disowned our history. The Muslim Brotherhood had declared Pyramids and Pharoahs, our history and heritage as Haram. Do you know, they even reduced the age of marriage for girls to below 18?”
Me: “I know, but I will still think that a military coup is not a good idea.Democracy may have it’s ills but world still has to discover a better form of rule”
Her: “My dear, this is not a coup. This is people’s will, peoples power. This is a revolution.”
There was an unshakable belief in her tone.
Me: Hmmm…

I still disagreed. But she was hardly paying any attention to my views, and was drunk in her own ecstasy.
Her: “Okay, if you have Talebans elected in Pakistan sometime, the same way, through an external power, will you accept them as democracy? “

She knew she had cornered me, and that I would not agree to that at any cost.

She continued: “See this, I will show you my Hijabi friends in Tahreer Square, sending me congratulatory notes, that “We have won our country back.:”

And she actually showed me her friend’s profiles, who were so.

“It was an external agenda that Morsi was working for, not Egyptian. We have conservative Egyptians, but they don’t support the extremists. Do you know they were giving a quite support to the killings of Shias in Egypt in the past one year?”

I fired her the last question that was knocking in my head: “Do you think with the departure of Morsi, the Brotherhood agenda will go? Will they not organize themselves for revenge, and get violent now?”

For the first time in this discourse my friend gave a pause, and was thinking..

“NOOO,” she said firmly with …”yes they are there, but…. You know they are a tiny minority………. And now they are much less popular.”

There was a long explanation from her, but without much substantial argument and even lacked conviction now.

Going through Twitter there were myriad of interesting pictures depicting the glorious revolution making rounds.
Picture #1 attached Military heart.

Military Heart.

There was a deluge of tweets with hashtag #EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCoup

This tweep was sure it wasn’t a coup, even when she didn’t know how to spell it correctly;
Sara Ameer ‏@EngSarAm 15m
Message from #Egypt to the whole world, this is not a Military Queue #Morsi #EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCo

Military Queue

Hany Sadekk @HanySadekk 6h
“@NevineZaki: Another very interesting perspective on why this is not a coup. pic.twitter.com/ztThc6e501” #EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCo

Coup de'tat.

And those who knew it all…

sweetsammora ‏@sweetsammora 3h
For those who say it’s a Military Coup, I dare you to say that to 33 millions! #EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCoup

Those asking the rest of the world to mind their business:

Mido ‏@midoahm 7h
#EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCoup This is our Msg to the World!! Dont get involved! !

@Esraa2008 6h
#EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCoup @BarackObama U r worry now about Egypt, but you weren’t worry when the head power of Egypt was terrorism

And the cartoon:

Obama: I am worried about the situation in Egypt.
Egypt: Fear not, sweet heart.
Egypt

Egyptian Gothika \m/ ‏@Raven_Angelika 17h
“There is nothing new in Egypt, Egyptians are making history as usual..” #Egypt #EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCoup

And at the same time we heard in News of Journalists being arrested and TV channels including Al Jazeera being shut down in Egypt, I really wondered and tweeted on the same hashtag:

Ilmana Fasih ‏@ZEEMANA 13h
When TV stations are shut down, is it a revolution or a coup? #EgyptianRevolutionNotMilitaryCoup

We had the most horrified and concerned tweets coming from Pakistan, on the demise of democracy in Egypt.

Umar Cheema ‏@UmarCheema1 3h
Military takeover has nowhere been able to fix democracy. Problems have been fixed with more and more democracy. #Egypt

Raza Rumi ‏@Razarumi 7h
Deja vu RT @vali_nasr: #Egypt generals say their soft coup is meant to restore democracy. That is what both Zia and Musharraf said in #Pak

Amidst the euphoria on twitter, I tweeted my worst fear:

Ilmana Fasih ‏@ZEEMANA 17h
Morsi may be gone but Muslim Brotherhood is still there. Will it not get stronger now in #Egypt? #MyFear

Instant comes a reply from an Indian friend:
Reena Satin ‏@ReenaSatin 7h
@ZEEMANA Yes, people should have let them complete their tenure, and reveal their true identity.

Honestly do we blame Egyptians for their euphoria? How many times have we in the past rejoiced at military take over?

As aptly commented by a Pakistani friend Kamran Rehmat on Facebook:

“I’m not at all surprised your Egyptian friend has the views she has. What would Egypt know of democracy, whom democracy does not know!”

And then the same friend remarks:

“Looking at Egypt today, I feel like a million dollars being a Pakistani, warts and all. The fauj cannot dream of doing this in Pakistan anymore.”

Ilmana Fasih
4 July 2013

A peep into Truck Art- a chat with ‘truck artist’ Haider Ali


While strolling in a Pakistani Mela,  Khyber to Mehran, in Mississauga I was attracted to a giant canvas partly filled with vibrant colors. As we got closer, we saw a man with was effortlessly making strokes with a brush creating flawless images. Without the initial sketch, even the symmetry was perfect.

That’s truck art.” Screamed my daughter. I stood watching him in awe…not just the perfection, but the speed and the choice of colors. He turned back and in response to our questioning smile, introduced himself as ‘truck artist Haider Ali’ from Karachi. ( The stress was on the first two words).

Haider Ali is visiting Canada on the special sponsorship of the Pakistani Consulate and represented Pakistani Truck Art  in the South Asian Heritage Celebrations called RUNG, at Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto, and Carrasauga Festival in Mississauga in May. Last week he also painted a panel at the Canadian Parliament at Ottawa.

I had a million questions to ask about the Truck Art, so I followed him at the exhibition Moving Art  arranged by a  friend Asma Mahmood at her Promenade Gallery

First of all I wanted to know the history of the origin of truck art:

“It all developed very gradually. In 1950s after partition, the Karachi Port ( Keamari Port) became the main source of trade. It was mainly the camel carts and the donkey carts that carried the goods. The camel carts being bigger, brought goods from the port upto wide roads and then transferred the good were carried on smaller donkey carts, to navigate through the narrow lanes leading to the City Station from where trains carried them to the rest of Pakistan. The painters painted camel, donkey and horse carts , while their animals were adorned with intricate accessories and ornaments made out of beads and wool.
In 1960s, Bedford trucks started to arrive from Luton, England. So the trucks gradually replaced the camel carts. Three  painters which included his father, started to comply to the demands by the truck drivers’ demands to paint the names of their cities, and sometimes for their kids mention on the truck.

  • Mera Sona sheher Chakwal
  • Aao sanam Kashmir chalein
  • Sonu tey Billo di gaddi.

Like the animal cart owners, they considered their trucks as their companions. Perhaps ( speculates Haider Ali), the more imaginative ones wanted their trucks also to be more ornately adorned like these animals. Hence the idea of more detailed motifs developed. The idea got better, and better. The painters started to add more colors, and designs like flowers, birds, scenes, and human figures on the truck. This inspired a competitive spirit, not just between the truck owners but also between the painters, who boasted of their  newer and more creative designs. Thus the art kept evolving, and it still is.”

“In the 60s and 70s the Garden area, which is the hub of truck art in Karachi, used to look like an artists street from Italy or Spain”. says Haider Ali.  Many foreigners used to come and appreciate the art. Many wrote articles on it, as they went back.

Haider ali began learning from his father at the age of 7. After school he used to play around the place where his father painted, and sometime out of curiosity for colors, his father let him put dots or lines on the truck. He learnt mixing of colors, contrasts, and how to make strokes. Seeing his interest and flair in strokes, his father sent him to a friend who used to paint posters for films.

At the age of 22 he decorated a truck for the Smithsonian Institute, Washington D.C. one of the most detailed piece he has painted, The truck still stands there at the institute.

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He has exhibited his art on a truck &  vans in London and Luton too:

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A bus and a friend ship car in Turkey. The doors of the car below show King Faisal Mosque(Pakistan) on the left  and Blue Dome mosque(Turkey) on the right.

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There are so many  colors and details to be added. Isn’t it very complicated?

“Each truck is worked by 6-7 group of artists specializing in different areas.When it is our turn to paint,  start from a white painted background, the add details over details. Once painted, a sticker paper is added in lines to reflect the light, called the chamak patti. Then the electrician adds the electric fitting like colorful bulbs , metal workers add the colored chains, and metallic frames to make it more intricate. Even the interiors are explicitly detailed, including the faux leather seats, which  match the motif designs.”

The play of color begins:

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The explicitly detailed interiors:

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Asking him about the details of the kind of motifs the truck drivers demand, he says.

The image that stands most popular since time immemorial is Ataullah EsaKhel.  They love his songs, and he has been painted thousands time over.
Ayub Khan was also one of the popular figure among the drivers from KPK na they often comes with: Teri yaad aayi tere jaane ke baad.”
Are there any demands for politicians? Yes few have aslked for Baloch sardars, but mostly it is Ayub Khan. Some have now started to paint

Imran Khan, but I guess now this demand will increase. He has painted the famous Shaheed Benazir Bhutto’s  photo for a few:

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Film stars?

“Yes Mustafa Qureshi was very much in demand some time ago. Amongst the Bollywood, Mamta Kulkarni with a unique picture of a chain in her mouth( I have asked Haider to look for the picture) is much in demand. He has also made a few of Rani Mukherjee, and one of Aishwarya Rai”.

Any male stars? Shahrukh or Amitabh Bachan?

And he smiles, “No. Not yet.”

Among the monuments, Minar-e-Pakistan, Faisal Mosque and Khyber Gate are the most popular. Taj Mahal is also demanded by many.( That was a surprise, indeed.)

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“One driver demanded Bruce Lee on his truck.” smiles Haider Ali.
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Many want birds, or even sher ( for which he paints a tiger).

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Haider Ali loves drawing all kinds of birds and their details including falcon, peacocks, partridges, eagles etc.

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Are there any unusual themes that you worked for?

The demand for themes and designs vary with changing times.
For example, in the times of war, in 60s and 70s, there were patriotic slogans with missiles and jet planes.”

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While in the last elections, he painted a truck on demand for Pak Election 2013, by SAMAA TV channel.

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Talking of the slogans, he said calligraphy on trucks is another field and many artists do it as a separate. He loves to do the calligraphy too.

What are your favorite slogans:

Anything that a truck driver demands. Almost all trucks adorn a Masha Allah on the head. If they leave on us, we choose for them.

  • Dekho fasla rakho, warna pya ho jaaega.( Keep distance, otherwise we’ll fall in love)
  • Hum chalein, dushman jalein( As we roll, our rivals envy)
  • Na ghabra ai zaalim paas aney sey, Khuda bhi rooth jata hai kisi ka dil dukhane sey.
    (Don’t be afrais of coming close, even God is displease by those who hurt others.).

Most who get their trick repainted the favorite is:

  • “Waqt ne pher sey dulhan bana diya.” (Time has turned us into a bride again).

Haider Ali’s favorite shair being:

  • Tum ney aisa rabta rakha, na paas aye na door rakha. ( You kept such a relationship, neither came close, nor went too far apart).
  • Zid na ker, assi aap barey ziddi aan. ( Don’t be stubborn, I am the same too).

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Among the famous in Pakistan Tapu Javeri the photographer, had commissioned him to make a panel for his house. Ever since they became friends. Haider Ali pays tribute to his friend by at times changing the famous slogan to:

  • “Tapu yaar tang na ker.”

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Can truck art be used to promote Peace for India Pakistan Peace friendship?

Haider says he went to Museum of Peace in India  just 1.5 km from Atari and painted an India Pakistan friendship van. He again has been called to Calcutta this September for a yet undisclosed Project.

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My daughter was curious: “Does NCA or Indus Valley have Truck Art’ in their course? Have yuo ever been to those places?”
He smiles: They don’t consider truck art as an art. However, thanks to Sabeen Mahmood, I have my works on display all the time at T2F. And Lok Virsa.  In Pakistan we are a moving exhibition, 24X7, spreading the message of peace and harmony through colors and slogans. You will not find any hateful message on any truck or bus. Like our designs, our location of exhibit have no bounds.( “Hamre art ko koi qaid nahin hai.” ( Our art knows no bounds neither of ideas, nor of locations).

People copy your ideas?

“Yes, though our art is not considered an art, many designers have copied them on dresses, furniture, crockery etc. They can copy our designs, but can’t copy our ideas and skill. I don’t feel offended. Infinite is the limit of ideas for a ‘truck artist’. No two motifs are identical, no two trucks are same. And they are what they call in art world, ‘custom designed.’. .”

If not painting on truck, Haider Ali loves to make painting depicting stories( owing to his interest and training in painting the film posters when young.

I particularly liked the one of Omar Khayyam:

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And the Sohni Mahiwal

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He has a two year old son, who he aspires to be a ‘truck artist’ too, but also wants him to first complete his education, which Haider Ali missed out on. If educated person will come in the truck art, we will get more recognition.

My daughter pointed out how in film BOL the place where trucks are painted was shown as the place where the transgender boy was raped. Haider Ali retorted, “There are good and bad everywhere.” Though there is no dearth of respect and recognition we get world over, wish our Pakistani films and dramas showed the positive side of lives too.

Some more of Haider Ali’s works:

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He invited me to his work shop in Karachi to learn the swift and  steady brush strokes that fascinates me so much. But before I seriously go and master them, I practiced them out on the ‘truck art’ inspired  silk scarves the same evening.
(One in Hindi & the other in Urdu)

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Samra’s story: When marital abuse did not break her


First published in Express Tribune, Pakistan on June 10, 2013 : http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/17620/samras-story-when-marital-abuse-did-not-break-her/

 

Attending the graduation ceremony of students at the prestigious University of Toronto, my daughter pointed out Samra Zafar, saying

“She topped in Economics and she is a Pakistani!”

Samra was flanked not by parents, but two daughters, aged 12 and seven. I wanted to know more about her, and hence invited her over to our house next evening.

At home, while sipping tea, Samra shared her 14 year journey with me and I was absolutely floored by her story.

In 1999, in Abu Dhabi, Samra was a brilliant 16-years-old student of grade 11, dreaming to go to a foreign university to pursue higher studies. Her only fault was that she was tall and extremely good looking – she was a dream bride. Hence when the proposal from a ‘well settled boy in Canada’ arrived, it was difficult for her working class parents to refuse. Eldest of four daughters, the parents thought this would give her a great opportunity to go aboard and pursue her dream, under the safety of her husband and in-laws.

The in-laws reassured their support too.

However, once married and in Canada, things changed. She was told,

“The atmosphere in high schools is not good, and hence it is better to not be thankless and stay happy at home.”

Samra refused to give up though and completed her high school courses through distance learning.

Despite being a mom at the age of 18, she excelled in her high school exams and got accepted to the University of Toronto. Her husband, however, refused to support her and his good financial status left her ineligible for university loans. She tried to convince her in laws for three years but to no avail.

It was not just her education; she was under strict vigil all the time. She was not allowed to leave the house, had no cell phone and was not allowed to learn how to drive. She never had a penny on herself and was constantly abused and neglected.

Samra had not visited her parents for five years. The first time she went back was when her father sent tickets for Samra and her daughter. When she was leaving, she asked her husband fora meagre $10 so that she could have some coffee and buy some chocolate for her daughter during their transit stop at Heathrow Airport. He just snarled at here and said,

“Ask your father for that too.”

She had left and did not intend to come back, but her husband begged her to return with a promise that he would change and that she will be allowed to study this time; he said that he realized he could not live without her. Reassured, Samra returned, only to know that once she got pregnant the second time, the physical abuse was to became worse.

Samra stated that,

“A bruise on my upper arm was a permanent fixture, as in every bout of anger, he would grab my arm really hard and squeeze. Often he pushed me, pulled my hair and spit in my face, even in front of my daughters.”

Again disheartened, she went back to her father’s home, pregnant with her second daughter. Within a couple of months her father suddenly fell ill and passed away. Samra recalls the day before his death and the advice her father gave her when he said,

“My life is uncertain, I may not live to look after you. You have to be strong and pull yourself out of this. I have always envisioned seeing you at the top of a world ranking University.”

Things had changed. Her mother was alone now and had two other unmarried daughters to support.

Samra, accepting it as fate, returned to her husband. To earn her own money, she began baby sitting in her house. As consolation to continue her work, she would give her husband some pocket money from which he would buy his cigarettes and a share to her mother in law, too, to earn their approval.

In 2008, she applied again and got accepted to the University of Toronto. This time she did not have to look to her husband for financial assistance, as her child care business could enable her to pay her own fees. However, this led to escalation of physical abuse. She was instructed by her husband on a daily basis,

“Don’t talk to your male professors, don’t talk to anyone on campus and don’t go to the library.”

The abuse was so severe, that she had to take a break after the first year. Several times she had suicidal thoughts and her self-confidence had completely shattered. That led her to a meeting with the Psychological Counselor at the university campus. She attended the sessions in secrecy and there she was informed that what she was going through was a typical cycle of domestic abuse. And that it was not her fault, or her destiny to bear it.

She reveals;

“It was my daily routine to beg my husband and ask him, ‘Why do you do this? Why don’t you love me?’”

And all he replied with each time was,

“Because you deserve this.”

The psychological counselling at the university, gave her the strength to get back to university. By the second year, the abuse had become worse but she had been told that she could call 911 if need be.

“I will call the cops, if you hit me again.” She uttered once, while her husband raised his hand. That is what triggered him to say,

“Talaq, talaq, talaq.”

(I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you.)

Samra says,

“I was shattered, and I did not know what to do next. If I left the house, I would not have childcare income. How would I continue to study? I had two young girls to support.”

Samra’s husband and in-laws ran from pillar to post to get Fatwas to invalidate the divorce. Samra laughs,

“Once my mother-in-law even brought a person for the necessary Halala to rectify the Talaq.”

However, by now Samra had, despite many weak moments, gathered enough strength to move out of this cyclical abuse and face what came her way.

She shifted to a residence at the university campus. Her husband and in-laws then tried threatening her; they said either return or they would malign her in the local Pakistani community of her ‘living’ with men at the university. Her husband often told their daughter,

Do you think your mother goes to university to study only?”

Samra revealed that,

“After a decade of physical, financial, psychological and emotional, abuse it was only in the summer of 2011, that I finally had the courage to go to the cops and give a detailed, date by date account of the abuse I faced, along with the evidence.”

As a result, her husband was arrested on four counts of assault. Despite two court cases, three jobs and two children, she continued to excel in her studies and became head teaching assistant.

Today, Monday June 10, 2013, at the official convocation of the prestigious University of Toronto, Samra will not only be awarded a Bachelors degree in Economics, but she will also be awarded the prestigious Top Student Award in Economics. She also has to her credit a dozen more awards given to her for her academic excellence in the past four years, including the prestigious John H Moss Scholarship, which is awarded annually to a single student in the entire university (all three campuses). She has also been admitted to the PhD program in Economics at the University of Toronto, with a full scholarship.

When not studying or working, Samra loves cooking for her girls and gives them all the free time she gets.

“We are now the happiest we have ever been.”

I asked her how she would advise other girls who are trapped in the same scenario and to that she said,

“Do not let anyone disrespect you. Believe in yourself. You are the only one who can change your situation. It is not easy, but it isn’t impossible either. I had all the disadvantages any girl could have.”

She refers to the myth of needing a man as a support,

I have no father, brother, son, or husband to support me. But I have done it, all by myself. If I can do it, anyone can.”

Read more by Ilmana here or follow her on Twitter @Zeemana

The King of Kebabs- Behari Kebabs


Behari Kababs !

Which meat loving South Asian  doesn’t relish them ? In fact, Maulana Abul Kalam Azad has called them, the ‘finest’ kebabs in his food memoirs.

I grew up watching on very special occasions, my mother prepare and barbeque these Kebabs very diligently on and with much effort, on a charcoal grill. All I remember was that it was a great hard work. And hence, for many, Behari Kebabs is a delicacy to be eaten in restaurants, as cooking them at home is very cumbersome.

I too believed so, till once, I thought of experimenting them in the convenience of my kitchen, in the electric oven. I made them with wooden skewers, and the first attempt wasn’t bad at all. Second time, it was for a dinner party, and the guests could not believe they were homemade, till my husband showed them the oven, tray and the wooden skewers on which they were made.

I moved on, more confident. Got  custom made, iron skewers that fit my tray size in the oven. As I have moved cities, these iron skewers have obediently moved with me too.

Warning: Instead of red meat, I make them here with white meat, and instead of a charcoal grill, I grill them in an oven. Nevertheless, can assure you, they are a different delicacy in their own right.

Ingredients:
Chicken breasts 1 kg
( each sliced into 4 thin fillet)
Onions: 4 medium sized
Ginger : 100gms
Garlic: One whole,
(peeled into cloves)
Green Papaya: 100gms.
Spices: Cumin, coriander, and red chilli powders, and salt to taste.
Mustard Oil- 1 Cup
Fried Browned onions: 2tbsp
(P.S. Some add yogurt, but I don’t.)

Method: 
All the ingredients except the chicken breasts are made into a paste in the grinder. Pour the paste into a wide bowl, and mix in Mustard oil.

Add the chicken fillet in the paste and marinate them for preferably overnight to 24 hours.
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As they are ready to be cooked, spread out each marinated fillet inside a plastic bag, one by one.
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Once arranged 4-5 fillets, fold to close the open end of the plastic bag, And pound them with a wooden pound to make them softer, and such that the spice paste seeps into the fillet..

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Take them out of the plastic bag, one by one, to mount on the iron skewers. My skewers seen here are about a feet long, specially made to fit my baking tray.

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Mount the fillets on the skewers, piercing the iron rod, through the flesh of the fillets at 2-3 inches apart, then gathering them closer.

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Arrange the skewers on the baking tray adjacent to each other.

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When completed, place them in a preheated oven, at 225 degrees C for 30 minutes.
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Once ready, place a burning coal on the side of the tray, and douse it with oil to bellow smoke. Cover the tray, and close the oven, immediately, for the smoky aroma to be absorbed in the Kebabs.
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When ready, serve them hot, with pickled onions, yogurt sauce and chutneys. Naans and parathas go equally well with these Kebabs.

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The children are fond of taking the left overs to school, rolled in a naan as Kebab rolls.

P.S. The blog has been diligently made for a Kebab loving and Kebab cooking fellow Delhiite Parshu Narayanan. 🙂

The Weaker Sex


None can match her psychological resilience,  but it is  for her physical strength, that the world calls her a ‘weaker’ sex.

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Women Nepal

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Women China

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women India

Only if they saw the truth behind the Chinese proverb ” Women hold half the sky.”

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A tribute to a ‘home maker’ on International Women’s Day. She is a woman who works 24×7, with no offs, no fixed working hours, no weekends, no vacations, no salary, no promotions and not even a recognition. And even then, when you ask her what does she do, she replies: “I am not a working woman.” 

Mansoor Khan office se ghar thak ke aye aur ate hi dhupp sofe per baith gaye.
“Begum TV ka remote kahan hai? Kahan rakhti ho”

“Main kaun sa TV dekhti hoon din mein. Bachey pata nahin kahan rakh dete hain. Roz dhoondna parta hai.”

“Khabron ka time ho raha hai. Ek glass pani bhi pila do.”

“Dhoondti hoon, pehle roti utaar loun, warna jal jaayegi.”

Salma Begum pani ka glass thamate huwe , remote ko sofey ke neechey se jhuk ker nikalti hai. “Yeh leejiye.’

“Begum, ek chaaye to pila do, adha chamcha cheeni ke saath. Sir mein dard ho raha hai.”

“Arrey, pher bad parhezi ker rahe hain. Doctor ne kaha hai, ab sakhti se parhez karein, warna pher se sugar aur blood pressure donon out of control ho jaayenge.”

“Haan, mager sara din office mein dhang ki chaaye nahin milti. Khana bhi thanda khana perta hai.”


News khatm hui to, Begum awaz lagati hain,
“Suniye khana laga diya hai, kha lein, mera serial shuru hone wala hai, pher main nahin uthoongi.”

“Kya pakaya hai?”

“Aloo palak aur dal.”

“Pher sabzi, dal. Gosht khaaye muddat ho gai.”

“Arrey kal to karhai gosht banaya tha. Lekin apko wazan kum kerna hai, heart specialist ne pichli baar mujhey kaha tha, inko sabzi khilaya karein.”

Shauhar hazrat moonh banate huwe dining table ki taraf barhte hain.
“Bachon ne kha liya?”

“Haan, unko bhi sabzi dekh ker bhook urr gayi. Main kya karoon, mere buss mein nai hai, her ek ki pasand ka khana banaoon. Khana hai to khaayein, warna roza rakh lein.”

Begum ne shauhar ki plate ke baraber mein unki sugar ki dawa bhi rakh dee.
“Glass mein paani nikal do take dawa kha loun”

Shauhar khane mein masroof ho jata hai, aur begum apni plate lekar TV ke samne baith ker serial mein magan.

Serial mein waqfa ata hai, to shauhar taqaza kerta hai, “Mere blood pressure ki dawa kahan hai.”

Salma begum, apna guthna pakarte huwe uthti hai, aur dard se karah ker kehti hai…”Reh gayi, acha le ker aati hoon”.

“Kya huwa, abhi tak guthne ka dard theek nahin huwa?”

“Kaise hoga, rest ka time kahan milta hai, na hi doctor ke pas wapas jana huwa. Dawa bhi khana bhool jaati hoon'”

“Kyun nahin khaati. Yad rakha karo. Tum per burhape ke asaar aane lage hain.” Usney biwi ko cherne ki koshish ki.

“To aur kya ab bhi nahin ayega. Aap khizaab lagane se kya jawan ho gaye hain?” Begum ne tanz kiya.
“Tum apne aap per bilkul dhyan nahin deti, dekho pet bhi latak gaya hai.”

“Zahir hai, teen bache paida kiya hain.” Pher TV serial mein lag jaati hai aur ek haath se apne guthne ko malish kerne lagti hai.

Drama serial khatm hone se pehle hi, shauhar sahib pher kehte hain…”Main kamre mein dafter ka kaam poora ker raha hoon, Mujhe chaaye udher hi la dena.”
“Buss 5 minute, ye drama khatm ho jaaye to banati hoon.”

Drama  khatm hi hota hai, to Salma begum table per se bartan uthaati hai, aur chaaye ka pani rakh deti hain.

Ander se awaz aati hai, “Chaaye ho gai?”

Salma jaldi se chaaye le ker jaati hai, to shauhar sahib, ooper sey neechey tak us per nazer daurate hain, aur pher   muskura ker cherte huwe bare pyar se kehtey hain, “Begum, naa to tum apna khayal rakhti ho, aur naa hi mera, lagta hai koi doosri dhoondni paregi.”

Salma suni ansuni kerte huwe, moonh bana ker, kitchen me wapas aa ker bartan samet te huwe khud hi barbarati hai, “Uth ke paani to piya nahin jata, lekin doosri ka shauq khatm nahin hota inka.”

Aur halki si muskan ke saath pher bartan dhoney mein lag jaati hai.
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Hear the snowflakes speak…


Snow storm

Next time,
you are stranded in your car,
in a snow storm,
snail pacing thro the traffic,
Turn on a soft music and,
watch each snowflake closely,
so beautifully crafted,
yet none two identical,
in shape, size or character,
sailing down, leisurely,
in a silent chaos,
trying to speak to you.
And hitting the windscreen,
trying to reach you,
To whisper to you,
“How pure, soft, different are we.
But so short lived as individuals,
While so lasting when together.”

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