Sunday, October 30, 2011

Thus Spake Zarathustra

Been a while into reading Nietzsche's THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA, and what a roller coaster ride it has been :)
The extremity of the views is, at the same time, endearing as well as repelling. I mean, he gives one a stout chance to be offended... :)
But then all of us are entitled to our own opinions, aren't we? 

While he provides so much that I could relate to as a person, there is no dearth of substance that make me feel sorry for the visible lack of sound, healthy, emotional influences on his views about women in particular.

But then magnificence has its price, more often than not a quintessential tragedy... 

Following are a few excerpts: 

"THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA"  by Friedrich Nietzsche

Far too long hath there been a slave and a tyrant concealed in woman. 
On that account woman is not yet capable of friendship: she knoweth only love.
In woman's love there is injustice and blindness to all she doth not love. And even in woman's conscious love, there is still always surprise and lightning and night, along with the light.
As yet woman is not capable of friendship: women are still cats and birds. 
Or at the best, cows.
As yet woman is not capable of friendship. 
But tell me, ye men,who of you is capable of friendship?
Oh! your poverty, ye men, and your sordidness of soul! As much as ye give to your friend, will I give even to my foe, and will not have become poorer thereby.

There is comradeship: may there be friendship!

Thus spake Zarathustra.


WHY stealest thou along so furtively in the twilight, Zarathustra? 
And what hidest thou so carefully under thy mantle?
Is it a treasure that hath been given thee? Or a child that hath been born thee? Or goest thou thyself on a thief's errand, thou friend of the evil?- Verily, my brother, said Zarathustra, it is a treasure that hath been given me: it is a little truth which I carry.
But it is naughty, like a young child; and if I hold not its mouth, it screameth too loudly. 
As I went on my way alone today, at the hour when the sun declineth, there met me an old woman, and she spake thus unto my soul:
"Much hath Zarathustra spoken also to us women, but never spake he unto us concerning woman."
And I answered her: "Concerning woman, one should only talk unto men."
"Talk also unto me of woman," said she; "I am old enough to forget it presently."
And I obliged the old woman and spake thus unto her:
Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman hath one solution- it is called pregnancy.
Man is for woman a means: the purpose is always the child. But what is woman for man?

Two different things wanteth the true man: danger and diversion.

Therefore wanteth he woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior: all else is folly.
Too sweet fruits- these the warrior liketh not. Therefore liketh he woman;- bitter is even the sweetest woman.
Better than man doth woman understand children, but man is more childish than woman.
In the true man there is a child hidden: it wanteth to play. Up then, ye women, and discover the child in man!
A plaything let woman be, pure and fine like the precious stone, illumined with the virtues of a world not yet come.
Let the beam of a star shine in your love! Let your hope say: "May I bear the Superman!"
In your love let there be valour! With your love shall ye assail him who inspireth you with fear!
In your love be your honour! Little doth woman understand otherwise about honour. But let this be your honour: always to love more than ye are loved, and never be the second.
Let man fear woman when she loveth: then maketh she every sacrifice, and everything else she regardeth as worthless.
Let man fear woman when she hateth: for man in his innermost soul is merely evil; woman, however, is mean.
Whom hateth woman most?- Thus spake the iron to the loadstone: "I hate thee most, because thou attractest, but art too weak to draw unto thee."
The happiness of man is, "I will." The happiness of woman is, "He will."

"Lo! "Lo! now hath the world become perfect!"- thus thinketh every woman when she obeyeth with all her love.
Obey, must the woman, and find a depth for her surface. Surface is woman's soul, a mobile, stormy film on shallow water.
Man's soul, however, is deep, its current gusheth in subterranean caverns: woman surmiseth its force, but comprehendeth it not.-  Then answered me the old woman: "Many fine things hath Zarathustra
said, especially for those who are young enough for them.
Strange! Zarathustra knoweth little about woman, and yet he is right about them! Doth this happen, because with women nothing is impossible?
And now accept a little truth by way of thanks! I am old enough for it!
Swaddle it up and hold its mouth: otherwise it will scream too loudly, the little truth."
"Give me, woman, thy little truth!" said I. And thus spake the old woman:
 "Thou goest to women? Do not forget thy whip!"-

 Thus spake Zarathustra.

by Friedrich Nietzsche
translated by Thomas Common

Saturday, October 29, 2011

On A Random October Night

Some things in life needed a bit of pruning... 

... This blog for example :) 
(And hey, do let me know if scrolling down you could find out the changes in the blog! :)

So was digging through the old entries, the incomplete drafts, half written thoughts, half thought muses... in a nutshell the half baked stuff ! 
Its always a good idea to take care of the half baked stuff...

Came across the following words that apparently I had jot down somewhere in August 2009- not completed for want of any form or structure. Despite trying I couldn't recall the source that triggered this pain, hence dropping the idea of putting on some finishing touches, decided to bring them forth as-it-is...

Pataal ki gehraee jaisa sanaata
Rooh kay ehsaas ko nigal janay wali khamoshi
Takhayul ki khaitee jaisay khayal ki boond boond ko tarasti ho
Aur jazbaat yun habszada hoon jaisay jaith ka mausam

Tarasta hai mun
Kisi narm baat ko
Kisi gulrung ehsaas ko
Dil ko jo choo jaey
Khayal ki uss aanch ko

Raat hai sooni, mun hai soona
Soona soona jag ye sara
Kia karoon bin pii kay mein
Na saans hai apni, na aankh mein taara

Friday, October 28, 2011

In Kay Darmiyaan Kia Hai?

Shehar ke dukandaro! Karobaar-e-ulfat mein sood kya ziaan kya hai, tum na jaan pao gay
Dil ke daam kitne hain, khuwab kitne mehnge hain, aur naqd-e-jaan kya hai, tum na jaan pao gay

Sheher ke dukandaro, sheher ke dukandaro

Koi kaisay milta hai, phool kaisay khilta hai, aankh kaisay jhukti hai, saans kaisay rukti hai
Kaisay reh nikalti hai, kaisay baatein chalti hain, shouq ki zabaan kya hai, tum na jaan pao gay

Sheher ke dukandaro, sheher ke dukandaro

Wasl ka sukoon kya hai, hijr ka junoon kya hai, husn ka fusoon kya hai, ishq ka daroon kya hai
Tum mareez-e-danai maslihat ke shaydai raah-e-gumrahan kya hai, tum na jaan pao gay

Sheher ke dukandaro, sheher ke dukandaro

Zakhm kaisay phaltay hain, daagh kaisay jaltay hain, dard kaisay hota hai, koi kaisay rota hai
Ashq kya hai naalay kya, dasht kya hai chaalay kya, aah kya fughaan kya hai, tum na jaan pao gay

Sheher ke dukandaro, sheher ke dukandaro

Namuraad dil kaisay subah shaam kartay hain, kaisay zinda rehtay hain, aur kaisay martay hain
Tum ko kab nazar aayi ghamzadoon ki tanhaee, zeest be-amaan kya hai, tum na jaan pao gay

Sheher ke dukandaro, sheher ke dukandaro

Janta hoon mein tum ko zouq-e-shaiyri bhi hai, shaksiyat sajaanay mein ik yeh mahiri bhi hai
Phir bhi harf buntay ho, sirf lafz suntay ho, in ke darmiyaan kya hai, tum na jaan pao gay
Sheher ke dukandaro, sheher ke dukandaro!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Do You Hear Me?

Your body is away from me
But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly. 


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Ye, O' Pale Of The Face Lover!

... Sabr kun, wafa kun!

شاه خوبرویان

رو سر بنه به بالین تنها مرا رها کن
ترک من خراب شب گرد مبتلا کن

مائیم و موج سودا شب تا به روز تنها
خواهی بیا ببخشای خواهی برو جفا کن
از من گریز تا تو هم در بلا نیفتی
بگزین ره سلامت ترک ره بلا کن

مائیم و آب دیده در کنج غم خزیده
بر آب دیده ما صد جای آسیا کن
خیره کشی است ما را دارد دلی چو خارا 
بکشد کسش نگوید تدبیر خونبها کن

بر شاه خوبرویان واجب وفا نباشد
ای زرد روی عاشق تو صبر کن وفا کن
دردیست غیر مردن کان را دوا نباشد
پس من چگونه گویم کان درد را دوا کن
در خواب دوش پیری در کوی عشق دیدم
با دست اشارتم کرد که عزم سوی ما کن

I hope one day I shall try to translate this. Maybe when I would have comprehended the message!

Image Courtesy: Artwork By Mariyah Nasir

Monday, October 24, 2011

Haunting. Haunted!

Ni sayyo asaan naina day aakhay laggay

Jinna hoyan paak nigawan

O kadi na janday thaggay
Ni sayyo asaan……

Kalay pat na charhay safaidi
Kaag na theenday baggay

Shah Husain shahadat paeen
Jo marain mitran day aggay
Ni sayyo aseen naina….

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Woke Up

Woke up a couple of minutes back to the sound of rain knocking at my room windows...
One of the most melodious knocks one can wake up to! :)

Its early morning, and as the rain knock has cooled off a little, I can listen to all the bird chirping that fills the air with music!
Heavenly, I say!

Had I been a little up for adventure, I would have been out on the terrace right now. But getting up suddenly, after just a couple of hours sleep, I prefer to enjoy the ease of blogging in bed, under covers, listening to all the magical notes... and drowning in their charm... :)

Apparently, listening to music does strange things to you. I mean, I have no other reason to think of what made me come up with this:

doobnay lagay tou nigah main nahi, pemana main simat jaey 
Heef uss ishq pe jo itna jaldi, yun, chhalak jaey!

Maybe such knocks bring with them a sense of awakening as well!

Khabr-e Tahayyur-e Ishq

Ilfaaz ki limitations tou hoti hi hain, baaz dafa aur bhi kai limitations proper izhaar ki raah main haa'il ho jati hain. Mud'aa kisi aur waja say bhi bayaan nahi ho pata... 
har koi "jo bacha hai, wo lutanay kay liay aey hain" wala mind set nahi rakhta!

'jo rahi, so baykhabri rahi!'

Jo samjhay uska bhala, jo na samjhay uska bhi bhala!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Tark-e-Aarzoo Kerdam

Following is such a fabulous farsi kalam, enchanting! Sung by the phenomenonal qawwaal, Ustad Sarahang of Kabul, there are 2 versions of the same kalam. A treat to listen!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Deja Vu

Kid's left knee was hurting. He put my hand on top of it, and with his little hand squeezed mine over his little, round knee. Reciting my daily night prayer for him, I was distracted. 

He asked me to keep pressing it a li'll and kiss it gently, so that my kiss takes away the pain from his hurting li'll knee.

It has been two hours since then.

And Im still distracted!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

This Is An Ode To ...

... The chaotic lives we spend in search of a moment to live an eternity of silence within.
... The restless souls that strive hard to breathe that scent of the Chamomile. 
... The surfers of the dark, who falter, faint, fail; but never cease trying to reach the shore of the Light.
... The call of the wanderers who know naught the path, yet who believe in their calling.
... The spirit of the wounded, who lost the battle; but not his heart!
... The fancy of a dreamer, who knows that vision sees what sight can't behold.
... The throbbing heart, which beats after having taken the beating.

... The thought of the Beloved. That lets one feel, all that one knows not!

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Self Obsessed Blabbering

Okay... so it doesn't feel THAT bad across the fence!

One reason might be that unlike the last decade when I would have settled at nothing less than the best, I haven't chosen any more arbitrary goals under the "best" umbrella! Definitions bara masla daal daiti hain na! :)

The strange bit is, THIS time its about a decade, and not a year! Seems like a quantum leap! :)

So, this decade has two fold importance, as this of mine shall see my son stepping into his teenage, inshaAllah! :) And YES! that is THE highlight of this decade for me. This makes me want to have a couple of features enlisted under that highlight, and yes, I think I've secretly begun enjoying what had been quite a tiresome milestone earlier on!

Ten years back, I believed in the beauty of " Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse behind". Ten years later, my learning has taught me: "Go slow, don't die before living thorough, and forget about the corpse... you aren't gonna see it anyways!" ;)  

So, alhamdolillah.

PS: Though I didn't really look forward to making it this far.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Note To Self

Tu bacha bacha kay na rakh issay, tera aaeena hai wo aaeena
Kay shikista ho tou azeeztar hai, nigah-e Aaeena-saaz main!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

touching with fingers the naked body of the dreams: ... Magar Hosh Nahin

Edited version of:

Warning: Highly Inflammable

The following lyrics have been penned by Fana Buland Sheri, the wand behind many of the NFAK's incurable spells.

Aag daman mein lag ja'ey ga
Dil mein shola machal ja'ey ga

Mera saagar na choona kabhi, saathiya haath jal ja'ey ga
Mere ashq bhi hain is mein, yeh sharaab ubal na ja'ey
Mera jaam choonay walay, tera haath jal na ja'ey

Aik din woh zaroor aa'en gay, dard ka saya tal 
ja'ey ga
Is zamanay ki parwa nahi, yeh zamana badal ja'ey ga

Aa gaya mera aankhon mein dam, ab jo jalwa dikha dijiay
Aap ki baat reh ja'ey gi, mera armaan nikal 
ja'ey ga

Besabab hum say rootho na tum, Yeh larai buri cheez hai
Yeh ada hai ya dil ka jalana, hum manatay hein tum roothtay ho
Hum jo roothay tou pachhtao gay tum, roaz tum ko manana paray ga

Milna hai jo ghairoon say tou phir saaf he keh do, 
Yoon rooth kay janay ka bahana nahi acha
Besabab hum say rootho na tum, yeh larai buri cheez hai
Sulah kar lo Khuda kay liyeah, yeh bura waqt tal 
ja'ey ga

Mai-kasho uss nazar ki suno, keh rahi hai wo shola badan
Mein nahi jaam mein aag hai jo pi'ay ga woh jal 
ja'ey ga

Koi aanso nahi aankh mein baat ghar ki abhi ghar mein hai
Tum jo yoon he satatay rahay dard aashiqoon mein dhal 
ja'ey ga

Duur hain jab talak tum say hum kaisay hoga mudawa e gham
Aik dafa tum milo tou sanam gham khushi mein badal 
ja'ey ga

Gar yoon hi ghar mein baithay raha maar daalay gi tanhaiyaan
Chal zara mai-kaday mein chalein ay Fanaa, dil behal 
ja'ey ga

Thursday, October 6, 2011


Its getting tougher. Stifling.
The pressure is mounting, and she has no clue about the number of times each day she wonders if this strain is going to shred her into numerous fragments...  

There is so much she has been trying to bury in her chest, that breathing, itself has become a labourous task. No, literally, actually!

Yet, its only now, that she is so sure its gonna work out! "InshaAllah", she whispered.

She is sure; because its after days that she did not try to hide behind the sound of loud music. She had been camouflaging her turmoil under the cover of music; sedating her monstrous worries with a dose of music... veiling her naked traumas with unending stream of melodious notes!  
This did not happen today. Her drive was quiet, and so was her day... like it used to be when she used to be at ease with herself.

She is sure its gonna work out, "inshaAllah", as she whispers, because its only now that she would actually surrender.
Without a sedate, the stifling pain shall render her prayers saline.

A cornered cat knows it has no where to go. 
A cornered her knows its only Him, she can anchor unto. And for dear life, she anchors hard...

HE loves saline!

Kya Jaanain?

Saaz ye keena-saaz kya jaanain
Naaz walay niyaaz kya jaanain

Jinko apni khabhar nahi ab tak
Woh meray dil ka raaz kya jaanain

Poochiay maey-kashon say luft-e-sharaab
Yeh mazaa pak baaz kya jaanain

Jo guzartay hain ‘Daagh’ par sadmay
Aap banda nawaaz kya jaanain

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Voyage Through The Dark

In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
- Dante Alighieri

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

Character is what a man is in the dark.
Dwight L. Moody

There is in every woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
Washington Irving

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Nathaniel Hawthorne

Faith means living with uncertainty - feeling your way through life, letting your heart guide you like a lantern in the dark.
Dan Millman

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Willa Cather

For My Love

I swear my dear son
no one in the entire world
is as precious as you are

look at that mirror
take a good look at yourself
who else is there above and beyond you

now give yourself a kiss
and with sweet whispers
fill your ears to the brim

watch for all that beauty
reflecting from you
and sing a love song to your existence

you can never overdo
praising your own soul
you can never over-pamper your heart

you are both
the father and the son
the sugar and the sugar cane

who else but you
please tell me who else
can ever take your place

now give yourself a smile
what is the worth of a diamond
if it doesn't shine

how can i ever put a price
on the diamond that you are
you are the entire treasure of the house

you and your shadow
are forever present in this world
you're that glorious bird of paradise

-- Ghazal 2148, from the Diwan-e Shams
Poetic translation by Nader Khalili
"Rumi, Fountain of Fire"

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

I Say ...

loved it. Loved it. Loved it!

امشب سراغ نشه پری میدهد به بزم................ زاهد بیا که شبشه تقوا شکسته به

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Only If The Hawk Knew

Rumi, The Call.

Sole Reality

The real work of religion is permanent astonishment.
By that I don't mean in astonishment turning your back on Him -
I mean - blazing in blind ecstacy, drowned in God and drunk on Love.


The sail of the ship of man's being is belief.
When there is a sail, the wind can carry him
To place after place of power and wonder.
No sail, all words are winds.


You say you have seen Him, but your eyes are two stones.
You say you have known Him, but nothing in you trembles.
You still say "I" when you speak of surviving His glory:
No one who has seen It has ever survived.


How can you ever hope to know the Beloved
Without becoming in every cell the Lover?
And when you are the Lover at last, you don't care.
Whatever you know or don't - only Love is real.


Saturday, October 1, 2011

When Tomorrow Comes

Feast on sweetmeats or on roast,   
Drink the wine that you love most:   
What's that savour on your lips?   
Water that a dreamer sips!

     When tomorrow you arise
   And great thirst upon you lies,
   Little use will be that deep
   Draught you've taken whilst asleep. 

- Rumi

... Bura Roag Bhi Hai

... Yeh soch kar, phir...