Saturday, 31 January 2015

Bannjar Lamhe - The Wooden Moments

शायर: बी डी नारायंकर 

ना कोई चिंगारी ठंडे बदन में जल रही हैं
ना ज़ख़्मों की बारिश आँखों से गल रही हैं  

नींद पथराई हुई राहों में पड़ रही हैं
बुलबुले पानी के अटके हैं बर्फ़ाब खु में
हुआ हाल-ए-दिल यूँ हमारा


रात बे-हीस पहलू में लकड़ी सी जड़ रही हैं

ना कोई चिंगारी ठंडे बदन में जल रही हैं
ना ज़ख़्मों की बारिश आँखों से गल रही हैं

जब से वो दूर हमसे गयी हैं



Naa Koyi Chingari Thande Badan Mein Jal Rahi Hain
Naa Zakhmon Ki Baarish Aankhon Se Gal Rahi Hain 

Neend Pathraayi Huyi Raahon Mein Pad Rahi Hain
Raat Be-hees Pehlu Mein Lakadi Si Zhad Rahi Hain

Naa Koyi Chingari Thande Badan Mein Jal Rahi Hain
Naa Zakhmon Ki Baarish Aankhon Se Gal Rahi Hain

Hua Hal-e-Dil Yun Hamaraa
Jab Se Woh Door Humse Gayi Hain



Translated By B D Narayankar

Not a spark bursts to flames in this cold body
Not even a teardrop melts from my eyes
Bubbles of water are trapped in my frozen blood
Sleep is strewn on stony pathways
Night's lifeless, lying besides me like a piece of wood

Not a spark bursts to flames in this cold body
Not even a teardrop melts from my eyes

My heart cries after she left for a distance far off

Urdu Meaning

Be-his - Unmoved

Barfaab - Frozen

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Dubtaa Suraj - The Sinking Sun


शायर: बी डी नारायंकर

रोज़ डूबता हुआ सूरज हम से यह कहता हैं
आज उसको  जुदा हुए इक और दिन और बीत गया!

Translated By B D Narayankar

Each passing day when the sun sinks
it wispers  -
A day more without her has passed by

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Lautoongi Mein Tere Liye - Return I Will For You!


Have humbly requested A R Rahman to compose music for this through Twitter

Penned By B D Narayankar

Sehmi sehmi raaton mein
Sehemi sehemi chalti hoon ...
Lautoongi main tere liye
Ye ummeed liye jalti hoon


I

Khadi hoon iss kadar kaali amaavas ke peeche 
Dabi padi hoon mein dooriyon ke ehsaas neeche

Lautoongi main tere liye
Yeh ummeed liye jalti hoon
Sehmi sehmi raaton mein
Sehemi sehemi chalti hoon


II

Jalaanaa tum diye, jab din dhale
Aavaaz de bulaanaa, kaali raat tale

Lautoongi main tere liye
Yeh ummeed liye jalti hoon
Sehmi sehmi raaton mein
Sehemi sehemi chalti hoon

III

Chalte hain jab veeran pedho ke saaye
dasste hain kodiyale raaton ke saaye

Lautoongi main tere liye
Yeh ummeed liye jalti hoon
Sehmi sehmi raaton mein
Sehemi sehemi chalti hoon

IV

Raatein jab pighalein toh hoonk laganaa tum
Aakaash ka koi kona uthaa lenaa tum

Lautoongi main tere liye
Yeh ummeed liye jalti hoon
Sehmi sehmi raaton mein
Sehemi sehemi chalti hoon

Translated By B D Narayankar


In fearful nights,
fearlfully I walk ...
Return I will for you
With this hope I burn along

I

Standing I am behind the dark moonless night
Suprressed I am under the feelings of separation

In fearful nights,
fearlfully I walk ...
Return I will for you
With this hope I burn along


II

Light a lamp when the day sinks
Call me out then under the sheet of dark night

In fearful nights,
fearlfully I walk ...
Return I will for you
With this hope I burn along


III


When the shadows of deserted trees walk,
Darkness bites innocent souls

In fearful nights,
fearlfully I walk ...
Return I will for you
With this hope I burn along


IV

When nights melt, call out for me..
and make yoursel heard wth your voice (Aakaash ka koi kona uthaa lenaa tum)

In fearful nights,
fearlfully I walk ...
Return I will for you
With this hope I burn along

Monday, 26 January 2015

Biggest Obstacles Modi Faces - Shameful Legacies

The useful friendship
Tavleen Singh writes

Usually Republic Day comes and goes without this column paying any attention. Having been a child in those early years after the republic was formed, I remember with nostalgia those cold, rainy (it always rained) mornings when we would be bundled up in warm clothes and taken to Rajpath to watch Pandit Nehru honour our troops and our achievements. Security virtually did not exist so us children could wander up to the prime minister’s podium and share in the patriotic mood. Then things changed. The Republic Day parade became a hollow display of weaponry and silly tableaux. One year a troop of girls performed Jane Fonda-type aerobics in front of Indira Gandhi and her American guests. So I lost interest. If I mark the day this time, it is because we have a different kind of prime minister who likes to use important occasions to hold a mirror up to India’s flaws.

While us media types have been hysterical with excitement (colonial hangover?) over the visit of the American President, Narendra Modi quietly made a powerful appeal to save the girl child. In doing this, he acknowledged one of the terrible things about India that must change. There is probably nothing more terrible in our ancient legacy than the treatment of women and, of these, the most terrible is the manner in which even educated Indian women kill their daughters before they are born. The euphemism for this type of murder is ‘foeticide’, but it is really infanticide and we have a long history of this.

So let us talk about other legacies that need to change for the state of our republic to improve. In Davos last week, Finance Minister Arun Jaitley talked of ‘legacy issues’ that the Modi government has to deal with. When I asked him what the worst of these legacies were, he said, “The land law and the retrospective tax.” He spoke in the context of the economy and it is true that the worst legacy of the Sonia-Manmohan government was the abysmal state of the economy they left behind. This is why economic analysts and those invested in India have been worried about the reform process moving too slowly. The irony is that Jaitley has moved faster than other ministers. The ministers dealing with power, infrastructure and rural development have moved much slower. But, for me personally, it is changes in ministries dealing with human development that are much, much more important.

Of these, the most important is education and here we have so far seen no sign that the minister has understood the immense responsibility that rests with her. She continues to meddle in worryingly petty fashion in matters that lie in the arena of academia, instead of creating a new template for Indian education.

Everything needs to change because the legacy that has come down since the early years of the republic is a colonial one. It has remained mysteriously unchanged. So Indian children, if they learn to read and write, which most do not, read books written by foreign writers about foreign countries but almost never know anything about India’s great wealth of literature.

Language is an even bigger problem, and we could be producing a generation of Indians that has lost touch with their own languages without learning English except in its most basic form. International tests like PISA show that Indian children fail the simplest cognitive tests. Schools are a state subject, but a new template can only be created at the highest level. Only when we sort out our educational legacy will it become possible to seriously deal with other legacy issues: public hygiene and open defecation. How do you convince illiterate, rural people that open defecation has to stop because it spreads disease, stunting in children and shamefully, in more recent times, violence against women.

These are all legacy issues that Narendra Modi’s government will have to deal with and deal with firmly because so far the response of governments past has been to treat them with disdain. In the unforgettable words of a high official in the Sonia-Manmohan government, “If you live in India you have to learn to accept that our people are basically primitive and barbaric.” An official of the British Raj could not have been more contemptuous. So when you watch the parade tomorrow, please remember that the state of the republic is not worth celebrating. It could get better in the next five years but for this to happen, the Prime Minister will need to warn each one of his ministers that they have legacy issues to deal with that need urgent attention. The Prime Minister himself appears to have understood this but have his ministers? Too many seem to have just settled into the moulds left for them by yesterday’s ministers. Meanwhile, Happy Republic Day. 

February Callings: Nannhi Pari - The Teeny Angel


Have made humble request to AR Rahman to compose music on it through Twitter

Penned By B D Narayankar

Abb waqt aa chukaa muqtalif tutlaate huye bolon mein aahat sunneki
Loriyon ki boliyon se kabhi labb se usey (newborn) chummney ki

Lipti liptaayi huyi resham ke dhagon mein padi hogi kali sani si 
Ehsaas usey (the most dear one) nahin hogaa sarhaane bachchpan padi ho chani si
Abb waqt aa chukaa muqtalif tutlaate huye bolon mein aahat sunneki
Loriyon ki boliyon se kabhi labb se usey chummney ki

Paalna khol ke jab utaaregi bisstar par usey
Mamtaa bhari nigahon se niharegi usey
Abb waqt aa chukaa muqtalif tutlaate huye bolon mein aahat sunneki
Loriyon ki boliyon se kabhi labb se usey chummney ki


Muskuraahat chadhti utarti hogi uss kali pe musalsal
Bahon se utarti toh kabhi chchadti hogi musalsal
'Zindagi dene walon' ka khitaab sey mehroom hogi woh (The most dear one) musalsal
Abb waqt aa chukaa muqtalif tutlaate huye bolon mein aahat sunneki
Loriyon ki boliyon se kabhi labb se usey (newborn) chummney ki ...

Iss Farvari aayegi ghar ek nanhi pari

NOTE - THIS POEM IS SUBJECTED FOR CHANGE, IF NEEDS BE

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Misal-E-Gulaab - Resembling Rose

Deeksha Seth

Penned By BD Narayankar

Misal-e-gulaab hoon mein, mujhe sambhaal ke rakhnaa
Giraa gar zulfon se teri, toh murjhaa jaaungaa!


Translated By B D Narayankar

I am like a rose, handle me with care
If I trip, fall off your curls, I would wilt!

Urdu Meaning

Misal-e-gulaab - Resemble to a rose

Saturday, 24 January 2015

ताना बाना - The Taunt


शायर: नारायण-चन्द्र रऊफ   

लोग क्या जाने खुशबू मोहोब्बत की 

ये वो गुलाब हैं जो खुद टूट कर दो दिलों को जोड़ता हैं!

Penned By Narayan-Chandra Rauf 



Log  Kya Jaane Khushboo Mohabbat Ki, 
Ye woh gulaab hain jo khud toot kar do dilon ko jodta hain!


Translated By B D Narayankar

What these people know about the fragrance of love. It is like a flower
 which unites two hearts even after it is snapped off the stem