Thursday, May 23, 2013

EK TAZA GHAZAL

ग़ज़ल 


मैंने चाहा  उन्हें, उनको  मुझसे प्यार न हुआ 
मेरी वफाओं का  उनको  ऐतबार  न हुआ 


न मौजों का पता है न साहिल की  खबर 
बहर-इ-इश्क में जो कूदा वो कभी  पार  न हुआ 

खिजां थी मेरी किस्मत वही मुझको मिली 
मेरे गुलशन में कभी मौसम-ए - बहार न हुआ 

जुर्म-ए -उल्फ़्त का इलज़ाम था हम पे 
उनसे इकरार न हुआ हमसे  इंकार न हुआ 

जिसके लिए हम ने तो सदियाँ गुज़ार  दी 
उस बेवफा से दो पल भी इंतज़ार न हुआ 

Sunday, April 14, 2013

EK GHAZAL



पत्थरों के इस शहर में क्या क्या नहीं देखा 
लेकिन किसी भी घर में कोई इन्सां नहीं देखा 

सभी पी रहे थे शौक़ से नफ़रत के ज़हर को 
मुहब्बत से छलकता कोई पैमां नहीं देखा 

क़त्ल करतें हैं, नाम चारागर है उनका 
कहीं कभी भी ऐसा मसीहा नहीं देखा 

वो उदास था महलों में भी रहकर लेकिन 
सड़क पे जो सोया था उसे परेशां नहीं देखा 

कभी दर्द का साथ, तो कभी खलिश था हमनवा 
'अब्द' को कभी  हमने तनहा नहीं देखा

Saturday, March 02, 2013

A Book Review in The Hindu


Just a yarn


ABDULLAH KHAN

The Teller of Tales, Bhaskar Ghose, Penguin Books India, Rs.299.
Special ArrangementThe Teller of Tales, Bhaskar Ghose, Penguin Books India, Rs.299.
The reader’s perception is constantly challenged by one story after another.
As I flipped through The Teller of Tales, it reminded me of English August, a hugely successful novel by civil servant-turned writer Upamanyu Chatterjee. Bhaskar Ghose, like Upamanyu Chatterjee, also has been an IAS officer. So, I expected yet another humour-filled take on the dreariness of life of a bureaucrat in the Indian hinterland. But as I prodded through a couple of pages, I could realise that it was a different kind of book.
It is about two IAS officers and through this book we also get to know how the bureaucratic set up of our country functions and how the officers learn to survive when they are made to live in godforsaken places as the government’s representative. The tone of the novel, unlikeEnglish August, is not satirical and the story has been told in a matter of fact way except at some places where the narrative becomes surrealistic. The readers may at times feel lost when facts acquire the colour of fiction and fiction crosses the boundaries drawn by the facts. What is real and what is unreal keep challenging your perception.
The novel has a sluggish start but the speed picks up and you are sucked into the story after 10 to 12 pages. The narrator of this novel is Tapan Biswas, an IAS officer, who seeks refuge in theatre to escape the boredom of bureaucratic life. Another favourite pastime for him is listening to tales told by his friend Arunava, a fellow IAS officer. So, Arunava is “the teller of tales”. Arunava tells stories which are sometimes unbelievable and at times quite credible. You suspect that the story he has told can’t be believed but then he convinces you about the veracity of it. The irony is that the story that sounds real or credible turns out to be fiction or a figment of Arunava’s imagination.
As a reader you begin to suspect every move, but Arunava comes up with a story and again you believe him and then you come to know that you have been duped. This keeps happening till the end when Tapan discovers some disconcerting truth about his friend.
The denouement is heart-breaking, poignant and powerful, and you are made to think about Arunava long after you have finished the book.
Bhaskar Ghose writes with flair and fluency and is successful in capturing the essence of a bureaucratic life in a small town of eastern India. What I did not like about the book was that at many places the English translation was written in the parentheses next to Indian language words and they looked jarring. I think that was not required for the Indian edition and if it was necessary to have English translation of Indian words they could have been included at the end of the book as a glossary.
The Teller of Tales, Bhaskar Ghose, Penguin Books India, Rs.299.
CLICK HERE to read this review on the HINDU's website..

Sunday, February 10, 2013

A Panel discussion at World Book Fair,2013


WITH Noor Zaheer ( Author of My God is A Woman)
and Mariam Karim-Ahlawat (Author of  My Little Boat)










Sunday, January 06, 2013

My Review of The Selector of Souls


Murder in the womb


ABDULLAH KHAN
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The dark gloomy corners of our country, rife with female foeticide, are illuminated in this insightful novel. ABDULLAH KHAN
The eye-catching blue cover of this intriguingly titled novel makes you take notice of it. The book reminds you of Kishwar Desai’s Witness the Night because it also has female foeticide as its theme. But unlike Kishwar’s book, there are many more issues on which the book focuses; we continually hear the reverberations of historical tragedies like the partition and the anti-Sikh riots of 1984. There is also a subtle reference to the rise of Hindu fundamentalism in 1990s.

The opening scene is, undoubtedly, the strongest part of the book. The author describes the brutal killing of an infant girl by her maternal grandmother, Damini, who wants to save her daughter from future distress for having so many daughters. Damini also finds justifications in religious scriptures for her heinous crime.

The cruelties shown by the father when he refuses to name his newly born third daughter and the mother who doesn’t breast-feed her child are as disconcerting as the final act of Damini.
Damini is one of two major characters of this novel. The other one is Anu, a woman stuck in a bad marriage. Anu has accepted Christianity but also follows the religion of her ancestors, i.e. Hinduism, and doesn’t find any contradiction between these two religions. Her only daughter, who is an outcome of marital rape, has been sent to Canada where she lives with Anu’s kind hearted and caring cousin. Here, in India, Anu decides to dedicate her life to social service and lands in Gurkot, a small village in the northern part of India, to work in a health clinic.

In this village, Anu aka Sister Anu comes across Damini, whom she has met once in Delhi. Damini joins Anu in her work. As a health worker Damini is involved in helping willing parents in sex selection of children. And here too she finds excuses to justify her ethically wrong actions. For her, killing a foetus is less brutal than killing an infant girl.

Through these two perfectly imagined characters, Shauna Singh Baldwin offers commentaries on the socio-political issues of contemporary India and you are made to see the dark gloomy corners of this largest democracy of the world that exist beyond the hype of “shining India”.
Culturally insightful and beautifully written, the novel covers many social and political matters that affected India during the last 65 years but, of course, the focus is on female foeticide and the status of women in Indian society.

The negative aspect of this book is its length as the pace of narrative is marred by the unnecessary use of expositions and too much cultural detail. The dialogues are also stretched beyond the desirable limits.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

A New Ghazal

Autumn scenery 002

ग़ज़ल 

ख्वाबों के  सलेट पे हसरतों के निशान कितने हैं 
एक है दिल, उस   दिल के अरमान कितने हैं 

हर गली हर कुचे में आदमी ही आदमी 
ये बताओ इस शहर में   इंसान कितने हैं 

चाँद तारों तक महदूद नही  मजिल अपनी 
क्योंकि सितारों के आगे भी  जहान कितने हैं 

मंदिरों और मस्जिदों में तुझ को  तलाशाते हैं 
या खुदा, इस बस्ती के लोग  नादान  कितने हैं 

जीना दुश्वार हो गया  इस  दौर-ए -जदीद में 
लेकिन  मरने के तरीक़े  आसान कितने हैं 
 --abdullah khan 'abd'

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

EK GHAZAL


ये अंधेरों का सफ़र तो  गुज़र जायेगा 
 पर न जाने कब  उजालों का शहर आयेगा 

जब ख़त्म  होंगे तारीकियों के सिलसिले 
तब रात जायेगी  और फिर सहर आयेगा  

वहशत-ए -इश्क़ को न कमतर समझना 
इस जुनूं  में न जाने वो क्या कर जायेगा 

पीछे  आग का दरिया, सामने  दश्त-ए -तन्हाई  
ऐसे में  वो शख्स जायेगा तो किधर जायेगा 

छुपा रखे थे  कई ख़्वाब  हमने  आँखों में 
लगता है वो ख्वाब अब बिखर जायेगा 

आज सातवाँ दिन है इस कर्फ्यू का 'अब्द' 
वो ग़रीब तो अब भूखे ही मर जायेगा 
  
अब्दुल्लाह खान 'अब्द '


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Review of MUMBAI NOIR





 
About the Noir fiction, the well-known American publisher and editor, Otto Penzler says, 'Look, noir is about losers. The characters in these existential, nihilistic tales are doomed. They may not die, but they probably should, as the life that awaits them is certain to be so ugly, so lost and lonely, that they'd be better off just curling up and getting it over with.' In other words, noir fiction can be defined as a subgenre of crime fiction which is characterized by its cynical characters, the unsentimental depiction of violence and sex and the bleak denouements. In the recent years, Brooklyn based Akashic Books has popularized this genre by bringing out the series of noir short stories. Each anthology in this series is based in a particular city and explores the dark underside of that city. Earlier we had Brooklyn Noir, London Noir, LA Noir, Chicago Noir, Paris Noir, etc. And the accent of India on the horizon of the global economy inspired the publishers to add the Indian cities to their list and Delhi Noir was published in 2009. And, now, it is the turn of Mumbai. 

Edited by author Altaf Tyrewala, the opening story of this anthology, 'Justice', is about a man called Ashagar Khan, who has been convicted by the court for his involvement in a bomb blast. He has committed that crime to seek some sort of revenge for losing almost everything in a communal riot. The author has weaved the narrative quite credibly telling us how a single act of violence can start the chain reactions of violence and counter violence. But, he is not able to carry the story till the end and the denouement appears to be hurriedly made up. It also breaks the basic principle of noir fiction by having a sentimental ending. Then, there is a story of twin brothers, both auto drivers, titled 'By Two'. The brothers suffer for being Muslims (at that poor Muslims) in this post 9/11 and post 26/7 world. The twins are tortured by the police each time a terrorist act happens in the city. The author, Devashish Makhija, has been able to invoke the sense of horror in readers: What if I were in their places? The descriptions of police brutality and helplessness of the main characters are heart -rending. True to the noir genre, the protagonists of this story have no chance. This is a though-provoking and probably the best story of the collection which raises questions about the way we are fighting terrorism. There are a handful of extremists who perpetuate this kind of atrocities on the masses and then there are innocent victims of these attacks. But there are even larger numbers of people who are neither involved in terrorism nor are direct victims of terrorist attacks but have been suffering more than the victims. They are the scapegoats. It has become customary on part of the police and intelligence agencies to pick up and torture Muslim youths (tribal youths in case of Maoist extremism) when terror strikes the country. The twins in this story, in short, are the victims of the shortcuts taken by the biased law enforcing agencies.

Later, two interesting stories take us to the darker alleys of the ‘Maximum City’ where we are told about the hijra culture, transvestite groups and their involvements in a different kind of flesh trades. The first one, Corpse in the Gali by Smita Harish Jain, is so stark in its description of the process of a man being initiated into Hijra community that it might induce nausea in the readers.  Here the writing is very powerful and Smita is a talent to watch out for. Another tale about the Mumbai Hijra Culture, Lucky 501, by Sonia Faleiro is equally impressive.


In The Watchman by Altaf Tyrewala , a guard has an intuition that somebody in the housing society he guards, is going to die. And that troubles him so much that he begins to behave irrationally. This simple but fascinating story has grave and serious underlying meanings. It symbolises the restlessness and uncertainty of the megapolis life. On the other hand, Chachu at Dusk by Abbas Tyrewala is a sentimental journey of a former Mafiosi in to the old world of smugglers and bhais. The protagonist in this story reminisces about his golden days when even underworld had some semblance of ethics and principles. Though beautifully written, it hardly fits into the category of the genre of noir stories.

Besides all these, there are many more stories, each of them confiding some dark secrets about Mumbai to their readers. Some stories, four to be exact, disappoint but the rest are decent offerings. The editor could have been a bit more discriminnating while selecting the stories for this anthology.