Saturday, 5 May 2012

The Curious Case of Urdu in UP


Woh kare baat toh har lafz se khushboo aaye, 
Aisi boli wohi bole jise Urdu aaye..
   Urdu literally means 'Khichdi' or hotch-potch as it was a mixture of Hindi vocabulary interspersed with words of Persian. You could make it complex by putting more Persian or make it simple by putting more of Hindi words in it. Ghalib's poetry of early years had more of Persian influence (something on which Momin, another poet had made fun of him saying- inki kahi ya yeh khud samjhe ya Khuda samjhe!), he had to simplify his language to become popular!
  Britishers in trying to replace Persian with English as the official language post- Mughals, also communalized Urdu as the language of the Muslims. To just relate it to Muslims could not have been more wrong. It was the language of harmony, of communication between Hindu and Muslims, natives of India and migrant Muslims. They kept its script Arabic (most probably the reason why, it came to be associated with Muslims).  
  Urdu language since independence in India, has had to go through a turbulent time. After Partition, Urdu became 'official' language of Pakistan, giving the tag of 'Muslim language' more mileage. Although, in India, there were more speakers of the language. It became a symbol of identity for Indian Muslims, leading to its politicization.  Bollywood still uses Urdu to express everything from romance to courtroom drama (with dialogues like- mee Lord!mere fazil dost janab..etc etc). It is alive and kicking in songs of films of previous and present era. 
 Urdu had a close association with UP, as it was often referred to as the Awadhi language - of Awadh/Lucknow court. The whole Babri Masjid movement communalized the state, the rule of BJP meant sidelining the 'Muslim' language, in favour of Hindi.
 My parents migrated from UP to Delhi due to my father's job here. He was fond of Urdu poetry, so he made sure that at least one of his children should know the language. My elder brother went to a Christian Missionary school, where he never learnt it and instead learnt Sanskrit (as it was more scoring! ). I went to a school which offered Urdu as an additional language apart from Hindi and English, so I learnt the language!
 My uncles and aunts (from my mother's side) still stay in UP. Their children went to schools, which were Hindi medium. These kids never learnt Urdu. Now, they have grown up, done their graduation, post-graduations, B.Ed and are searching for govt.jobs. The govt has changed in UP. Now to give reservation to Muslims in govt jobs, they have a Urdu quota where they are employing teachers to teach in Urdu medium schools. We do not know if  the policy will change once the govt changes, but the effect has been that the generation which never learnt Urdu, is now going back to learning it. My cousins are diligently reading 'Alif- bey- tey- sey' of Urdu now. The books in this medium are not even there, the generation of new young 'Muslim' teachers who only learnt Hindi to get jobs, are learning fast the basics of a 'forgotten' language.   
  The Madarsas which were teaching in Urdu medium till now, have had their own troubles too. There have been problems of teaching subjects like Maths, Science, Social Studies, Computers in Urdu. The conditions for kids who stay there, are horrible. An acquaintance who recently visited a Madarsa in a remote area had few flattering things to say about it. Food is neither nutritious nor good, and very less in quantity, apart from the children sleeping on floors with thin bedding. Suffice to say, conditions not conducive for learning.  They need funds which are not coming, and even if they get something, there are middlemen who ensure that it never reaches the children. In Delhi, the few govt run Urdu-medium schools which are there never get their books on time. Of course, we cannot generalize but it is the case with most Madarsas and Urdu medium schools (based on my interactions with students/ teachers there).
  The politicization of such a beautiful language is sad but irony is, the language which was almost dying in UP has at least got a new lease of life now. And new learners too!

beautiful!!

nazm uljhi hui hai seene mein
misare atke hue hain hothon par
udate phirte hain titaliyon ki tarah
lafz kaagaz pe baithate hi nahin
kab se baithaa hua hoon main jaanam
sada kaagaz pe likh ke naam tera
bas tera naam hi mukammal hai
is se behtar bhi nazm kyaa hogi!!

Gulzar. 

Dard


Dard kuch der hi rehta hai buhat dair nahi
Jis tarah shaakh se torey hue ek patte ka rang
Mand par jata hai kuch roz alag shaakh se reh kar
Shaakh se toot kar yeh dard jeeyega kab tak…?
Khatam ho jayegi jab is ki rasad…
Timtimayega zara der ko bujhte bujhte…
Aur phir lambi si ek saans dhuen ki lekar…
Khatam ho jayega,yeh dard bhi bujh jayega
Dard kuch dair hi rehta hai,buhat dair nahi!!
   Gulzar




Iss waqt to yun lagta hai ab kuch bhi nahi hai
mahtab na suraj na andhera na sawera
ankhon ke dariche mein kisi husn ki chilman
aur dil ki panahon mein kisi dard ka dera
mumkin hai koi vaham ho mumkin hai suna ho
galiyon mein kisi chap ka ek akhiri phera
shakhon mein khayalon ke ghane ped ke shayad
ab aake karega na koi khwab basera
na bair na mahar na rabt na rishta
tera koi apna na paraya koi mera
mana ki ye sun-san ghadi sakht Kadi hai
lekin mere dil ye to faqat ek hi ghadi hai
himmat karo jine ko to ek umr padi hai
 - Faiz ahmed Faiz

Friday, 20 April 2012

weekend

ye din bade zaroori hain
jitni hamari majboori hain
sab in  hi dino ke hawale ki jati hain
k kar lenge sab poori
jab ye din aayenge

afsos magar waqt kam hai
zindgi ke itne gham hain
mukammal karen to kaise
yehi hoti hai koshish jaise- taise
bhar len saare rang ankho me
kar len qaid reth ko hatho me
par reth phisalti rehti hai
guzarta rehta hai har lamha
daud daud kar, bhag bhagkar
abhi to shopping hai baqi,
safai adhoori rakhi hai
inse milna milana tha
unse bhi batiyana tha
arre khana bhi to pakana tha
woh kitab kitne din se adhoori h
woh film bhi to zaroori hai

hazaron khwaishen aisi
jinki kismat me nahi poora hona
ke lo aa gayi hai woh subah
jiska darr tha
monday morning blues ki taza tasveer bankar
ghoomta hua dikhta hai har shakhs yahan!

ummeed to hai baqi
k woh din phir aayenge
jab hum khud ko phir se aazmayenge
yeh kaam akhir kabhi to
Khatm ho jayenge!!
  

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Importance of being Impolite & the Role of Mobile Phones

Impolite is quite literally a soft term to actually comment on the growing lack of courtesies in todays' time. I was with a colleague recently, who actually screamed on phone in a public cafe during a meeting!(and she was not even sorry about it!) Well, she was having a bad day, but it is still seen as acceptable, when people cut you short to talk on phone or keep messaging while still talking to you. (Not to mention the accidents they cause). Phones have really taken expected behavioral norms' level to a low never seen before. (They are going further down every day).
 A friend who is a regular on Facebook, was quite irritated with another acquaintance of his for not showing Facebook manners! Apparently, the other person first accepted his 'friend' request, i.e. made him a friend then 'unfriended' him after a couple of days! Well, you cannot be expected to be nice to all 500 and more friends on Facebook, and not offend a few!

Being from the old school where it still is the usual norm to 'thank' the Rickshaw/ Auto wala for their services (after haggling with them, of course!), it is a rude shock to notice the behavior of people in public places.
 I remember writing letters, (or rather postcards) to my grandfather starting with 'Janab, mohtaram', terms of respect I gave up long back. The four letter words part of daily lingo, accepted to express sentiments ranging from disgust/ anger/ frustration/ surprise, etc. to happiness.
As Ghalib, puts it,
Har ek baat par kehte ho tum ke tu kya hai?
Tum hi kaho ke yeh andaz e guftagu kya hai?


 My cousin from London when she visited, said in Delhi people smile less to each other on the road (And if you do that, then others can easily assume you to be insane, of loose moral character and so on!)
 Giving up seat on bus for a 'buzurg' or someone more needy, is something of a right for which people have to fight. It is not losing the of the good old 'tameez', but acceptance of 'badtamizi' which is a bothersome trend. It can do things for you, you can scare people into doing things for you. Doing whatever to gets things done. Ends to means. Being impolite is becoming more of something to be proud of, and being tameezdar is shameful. It shows you cannot assert yourself, if you are too polite. More of a pushover. Easily maneuvered, can be taken lightly. So, the question you have to answer is- would you rather be full of manners and be behind  everybody and everything, or would you rather be badtameez and get your work done. Some people have made their choice and that is why we know the numbers are growing in which category.


Monday, 16 April 2012

masrufiyat

Hum kuch nahi karke bhi bahut masroof rehte hain,
hai sachchi baat par kehte mukarte hain!
kuch yun hai ke zindagi to chalti rehti hai,
magar kuch khwab hain jo humse bichharte hain!
waqt ka kaam guzarna hai, guzarta hi hai,
dil ke phir bhi  kahan kuch arman nikalte hain!
pairon ke nishan naram reth par,
zehen ke parde par lamhe phisalte hain!

Friday, 6 April 2012

Umbilical Cord


Jab
Lafz khatam ho jayen
Khamoshiyan bhi
Kahin andar chup ho jayen
Jab
Sirf ehsaas ho
Dard ka, Tanhai ka...
Jab
Woh sabse purani yaad
Jahan se yaaden shuru hoti hain
Jab
Woh pehli baat,
Jahan se baaten shuru hoti hain
Jab
Wo wus'aton ke paar chali jaaye
Wo duaon ka saaya na rahe sar par
Tab
Himmat ko awaz do
To awaz dam tod de
Jab
Zindagi ke rasto ki shuruaat
Phir se karni pade
Bina kisi ki ungli thame
Bina kisi dor ko pakde
Tab
Ehsas gehrata hai
Ke Umbilical cord
Ko to paidayish par hi kaat diya tha
Bas mehsoos ab hua..
Tumhare jaane ke baad!

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