Monday, November 21, 2016

Interesting...

So I had this conversation yesterday, where an experience was described as ‘interesting’. Immediately rankled me, to me the word didn’t quite describe the episode especially when I know that the verbiage and cant of the speaker is par excellence.

Another conversation with Anjali yesterday when we made a pact to use words henceforth in our conversations, that aren’t common parlance so that we challenge each other and ramp up each other’s vocabulary. Which we’ve been doing for years with pronunciation of words, we’re both Daniel Jones aficionados and quiz each other, tease mercilessly at an erratum and edify.

A quote that Tom Schulman wrote but was made famous by Robin Williams in the movie Dead Poets Society, “"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays” is a personal favorite.

“I know your head aches. I know you're tired. I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher's window. But think what you're trying to accomplish - just think what you're dealing with. The majesty and grandeur of the English language; it's the greatest possession we have. The noblest thoughts that ever flowed through the hearts of men are contained in its extraordinary, imaginative and musical mixtures of sounds. And that's what you've set yourself out to conquer, Eliza. And conquer it you will.” Professor Higgins in the “Pygmalion” by George Bernard Shaw.

Always been impressed by the way Professor Higgins loved the language, the lexicon and its perfect enunciation and been inspired to up my language skills.

So back to the word interesting and I’m being a snob, maybe ‘cos I was snubbed? Say curious, exciting, intriguing, pleasing, stirring, stimulating and refreshing maybe?

After all when you’ve got the gift of the gab… use it generously!

Friday, November 18, 2016

Haberdashery...

I have this quirk, a word enters my head and refuses to leave and props up at the most inopportune times and I find myself trying to frame sentences with it in my conversations with self. 
Not going there, that’s Pandora’s box. I’m both prosecution and defense.

Haberdashery is the current bête noire. The definition of the word is ‘small items used in sewing, such as buttons, zips, and thread’. Gets me thinking, what a beautiful word… buttons, zips and thread are the links convert fabric into an item of clothing. Yarn, whether as cloth or the fantasies that we weave need haberdashery to convert them into a complete ensemble.

Methinks we need haberdashery in life as well, little things that seem so insignificant and blasé are in truth the mechanisms that transfigure the mundane into a work of art.

That haberdashery then could be the hobbies you cultivate and nurture, the habits you inculcate, the idiosyncrasies that define you and above all, the people who surround you.

And now the sentence that's playing on loop in my head, you’re the haberdashery that augments my raiment from cotton to gossamer…

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Light and Dark...


We stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us – The Joker, Batman.

I often wonder about when the transition from innocence to cynicism happened. When did the child die and where did the beleaguered adult emerge from. I guess the simplest answer is that when you stop believing in magic and allow reality to envelop you, when you move away from Phosphoresce to voluntarily invite the Cimmerian.  When you recognize that the most fearsome beast dwells deep inside of you.

We’re dark and light in equal measure and the choice is individual, which of these will you espouse to foster. Sometimes the luminous path that has been commonly followed may seem dull and the shimmer wane. Dark, then insidiously seems safe to take refuge in. We’re human, weak with itinerant foibles and the slippery slope welcomes the weary soul.

The beauty of it all though is when the lucent being wakes up and annihilates the murkiness that you’ve been wading in. This is maturity then when you consciously surmise that you’d still want to cherish the guileless spirit that is the core of your essence even at the cost of being labelled silly, gauche and stupid.

Dark has its value but the Light will always prevail… cos you're more... much more than F&F...

Thursday, November 10, 2016

For the love of shayari...

Momin Khan Momin (1800–1851) was a Mughal Era poet known for his Urdu ghazals and was a contemporary of Mirza Ghalib (1797- 1869) the last great poet of the Mughal Era, is considered to be one of the most popular and influential poets of the Urdu language.


There's an interesting legend about these two heavyweight poets, although rivals, Ghalib (who is famous for his couplets) is supposed to have asked for below couplet for himself in return for his entire life’s work. Something which is now claimed to be more satirical than complimentary now.

"Tum mērē pās hōtē hō gōyā
Jab kō'ī dūsrā nahīⁿˡ hotā"

You are close to me [as if]
When no one else is.

Posting some of Momin's and Ghalib's poetry I love with a feeble effort at translating from Urdu. Sigh!

For those of you who decipher Urdu please ignore the translations as I haven't quite been able to capture the essence.

Momin's poem:

Wo jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha tumhen yaad ho ke na yaad ho

That comfort we had between us you may remember or maybe you don't

Wo naye gile wo shikayaten wo maze maze ke hikayaten

Those novel greivances those delicious allegories

Wo har ek baat pe ruthana tumhen yaad ho ke na yaad ho

Your being mad at me for every trivial matter maybe you remember or maybe you don't

Koi baat aisi agar hui jo tumhare jee ko buri lagi
to bayan se pahale hi bhulana tumhen yaad ho ke na yaad ho

If there was anything that hurt your spirit, t'was forgotten before it was expressed maybe you remember or maybe you dont

Mujhe sab hain yaad zara zara, tumhen yaad no ki na yaad ho

I remember everything infinitesmal, maybe you remember or maybe you don't 

Ghalib's couplets:

Hazaron khwahishen aise ke har khwahish pe dum nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

Thousands of desires such that it I would die for each (each may take a lifetime to realise)
Much has been my desire and its realisation, yet I've so many desires yet to fulfil


Is qadarr tora hai mujhaay uss ke be-wafaai nay "ghalib"
 Abb koi agarr pyar se bhi daikhaay to bikharr jata hoon mai ...

Her infidelity has broken me in such a manner that now when anyone glances at me with love, I shatter

Kitnaa khouff hota hai shaam kay andheroon mein,
Poonch un parindoo say jin kay gharr nahi hotay ...

How dangerous the darkness of night, ask those birds that don't have a nest

Hum toh fanaah ho gaye uskii ankhen dekh kar Ghalib,
Naa janay woh Aainaa kiasay dekhte hogey ...!

The glance of her eyes have destroyed me, I wonder how she looks at the mirror

Unkay dekhnay say jo aa jaati hai muh par raunaqq,
 Woh samajhatey hai ki bimaar ka haal achcha hai ...

When she looks at me I am flushed bright and she thinks that the patient is now fine

Hathoon key lakiroon pay matt jaa ae Ghalib,
Naseeb unkay bhi hotay hain jinkaay haath nahi hotay ...

Don't read destiny by lines on the palm, those who do not have hands are also serendipituous





Momin Khan Momin (1800–1851) was a Mughal Era poet known for his Urdu ghazals and was a contemporary of Mirza Ghalib (1797- 1869) the last great poet of the Mughal Era, is considered to be one of the most popular and influential poets of the Urdu language.
There's an interesting legend about these two prolific poets, although rivals, Ghalib (who is famous for his couplets) is supposed to have asked for below couplet for himself in return for his entire life’s work. Something which is now claimed to be more satirical than complimentary now.

"Tum mērē pās hōtē hō gōyā
Jab kō'ī dūsrā nahīⁿˡ hotā"

You are close to me [as if]
When no one else is.

Wo jo hum mein tum mein qarar tha tumhen yaad ho ke na yaad ho

That comfort we had between you and me you may remember or maybe not

Wo naye gile wo shikayaten wo maze maze ke hikayaten

Those novel greivances those delicious allegories

wo har ek baat pe ruthana tumhen yaad ho ke na yaad ho

Your being mad at me for every trivial matter

koi baat aisi agar hui jo tumhare jee ko buri lagi
to bayan se pahale hi bhulana tumhen yaad ho ke na yaad ho

If there was anything that hurt your spirit, iit was forgotten before it was expressed maybe you remember or maybe not

Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle
mujhe sab hain yaad zara zara, tumhen yaad no ki na yaad ho

Is qadarr tora hai mujhaay uss ke be-wafaai nay "ghalib"
 Abb koi agarr pyar se bhi daikhaay to bikharr jata hoon mai ...

Kitnaa khouff hota hai shaam kay andheroon mein,
Poonch un parindoo say jin kay gharr nahi hotay ...

Hum toh fanaah ho gaye uskii ankhen dekh kar Ghalib,
Naa janay woh Aainaa kiasay dekhte hogey ...!

Unkay dekhnay say jo aa jaati hai muh par raunaqq,
 Woh samajhatey hai ki bimaar ka haal achcha hai ...

Dil say terey nigaah jigarr tak utarr gaye,
Dono ko eik adaa mein razaamand karr gaye ... -

Hathoon key lakiroon pay matt jaa ae Ghalib,
Naseeb unkay bhi hotay hain jinkaay haath nahi hotay ...

Matt poonch key kya haal hai mera tere pechhee,
 Tu dekh key kya rangg hai tera meray aagay ...

 Hazaroon khwaheeshen aise ki har khwahesh pay dum nikale,
 Bahhut nikale meray armaan lekin phirr bhi kam nikale ... -

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Daunting Inferno...

Is it diffidence that leads you to believe
You're but a trifling spark
Even when there’s averment to the contrary

The resounding avowal you jab willfully
Cannot inter the unvarnished truth
Incendiary is the terrible animal

That burnishes a narcoleptic spirit
Atrocious the beauty of surrender
Trust is an untarnished street

Beware the inferno daunting in its singe...








Daunting Inferno...

Is it diffidence that leads you to believe
You're but a trifling spark
Even when there’s averment to the contrary

The resounding avowal you jab willfully
Cannot inter the unvarnished truth
Incendiary is the terrible animal

That burnishes a narcoleptic spirit
Atrocious the beauty of surrender
Trust is an untarnished street