Showing posts with label Urdu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Urdu. Show all posts

Friday, April 9, 2021

Nostalgia Part 2: Urdu Books I've read as a child

Following the theme of nostalgia these days, I'm writing about Urdu language books and magazines I read and enjoyed as a child. There seems to be a general dearth of good Urdu literature, specially for young readers, and most of the books that are available are either preachy, (shoveling nationalism down our throats unnecessarily) or too bland. But some were absolute gems. Here are the ones I remember:

1- Magazine: Children's World بچوں کی دنیا

This was probably the first thing I started reading - it was a kids magazine with stories for both very young readers and those a little older. There were genies, ghosts, fairies, witches and wizards, poems, and jokes to enjoy. There was one particular story that I loved the most from one of the magazines called 'Talaash' or 'Quest' - an evil fairy had stolen a little princess' heart and a brave Prince went on a quest to get it back. I'm probably going to re-tell that story in a future blog because it was amazing, I hope to one day tell it to my kids.

2- Amber, Naag, Maria عمبر ناگ ماریہ book series by A. Hameed 

I remember some of my older cousins reading these books, and I borrowed a few to read. These were a kind of mystery novel with three strange characters trying to solve them. Amber was probably a girl, Naag was a magic talking snake and scared me a lot, and Maria was also a girl but could be invisible at times. It was a really weird series, and I would get confused about who was who and sometimes the scenes/themes were pretty morbid. Definitely not my favorite though.

3- What happened to Aali... عالی پر کیا گزری novel by Aziz Asri


Aali is an obstinate boy who rarely listens to what his elders say. One day he befriends a stranger on the street, who is offering him something like candy or a toy, and gets kidnapped. He is held for many days and manages to escape, and makes a long journey back home, meeting several characters (both good and evil) along the way. The novel was a sort of warning tale for kids to listen to their parents' advice and to be wary of strangers. I got pretty scared after reading this one, although some of the kidnappers were pretty funny and the dialogues were hilarious.


4- Inspector Jamshaid انسپکٹر جمشید  Detective series by Ishtiaq Ahmad


This was a detective series clearly inspired by Ibn-e-Safi's novels (see No. 5 below). These were nicely written: there was the patriotic Inspector Jamshaid and his three kids, but they were too perfect and too preachy that sometimes I used to roll my eyes while reading these novels. Some of the ways in which these characters got out of trouble were incredible and really bent the rules of physics and human capabilities. I had a friend in Grade 7 who was obsessed with these and we used to exchange the 'Special Numbers' from the Inspector Jamshaid series - these were extra long novels with grand complicated plots, and sometimes were cross-overs with Ishtiaq Ahmad's other series. 

5- Jasoosi Dunya جاسوسی دنیا  detective series by Ibn-e-Safi 


My number 1 most favorite of all the Urdu books I read as a child. Ibn-e-Safi was a prolific writer during my parent's childhood, my mom grew up reading his novels and I was really excited when I got my hands on these at a used book store. There were two main characters, Colonel Fareedi and Captain Hameed, who solved mysteries ranging from the supernatural to international crime and espionage. The plots were intricate and detailed, the dialogue crisp and at times hilarious, and all the action took place in a sort of fictionalized country that was a mix of both East and West (almost like 60s Karachi was mixed seamlessly with NYC or some other American city). I tried reading Imran series by the same writer, but I never liked it as much as I liked Jasoosi Dunya. I wish these were translated into English, and the rest of the world could learn of the genius of Ibn-e-Safi.



Wednesday, September 21, 2011


rah-e- talab mein kaun kisi ka?
apne bhi begaaney hain,
chand se mukhrey, rashk-e-ghizalan,
sab jaane pehchaaney hain.
tanhai si tanhai hai, kaise kahein, kaisey samjhayein,
chashm-o-lab-o-rukhsar ki teh mein,
roohon ke veeraney hain,
uff, yeh talashey husn-o-haqeeqat,
kis jah theherein, jayein kahan?
sehan-e-chaman mein phool khilein hain,
sehra mein deewaney hain...
aur
hum ko sahaarey kya raas ayein,
apna sahara hain hum aap,
khud hi sehra, khud hi deewaney,
sham-e-nafas, parwaney hain,
bil-aakhir thak haar ke yaaro, hum ne bhi tasleem kiya,
apni zaat se ishq hai sacha, baaqi sab afsaaney hain...
- Ibn-Safi


English translation:
(on the path of desire,
even the dearest become distant,
and pretty faces, admirers of beauty,
all remain familiar.
who to tell, to speak of,- this loneliness?
beneath the layers of all eyes, all cheeks,
lie shadows of haunting souls.
oh! this desire for truth and beauty...
where do we go and where do we stop?
flowers blossom in gardens and terraces-
yet in deserts they wander madly, in vain...
and
for me, no support has worked,
except myself,
myself- the desert, myself- the crazy wanderer,
myself- the lamp, myself- the moth,
alas! my friends, I admit,
With oneself only, love is true-
the rest are but tales and fables...)

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A poet for a moment or two



On Sahir Ludhianvi's Birthday, I would like to share my most favourite of his poem (rendered beautifully by Mukesh for the film "Kabhie Kabhie"). Sahir Ludhianvi is undoubtedly one of the greatest Urdu poets of the 20th Century, and sadly most people are not aware about the man who penned some of the best Hindi/Urdu film songs.

Here are the English translations of his lyrics:

I am a poet of a moment or two,
My story is a moment or two,
My existence is a moment or two,
My life is just a moment or two... 

So many have been before me,
Poets that came and went,
some left with a few sighs,
others left with melodies…
they too, were a story of a moment,
I too, shall be a passing tale,
I may not be here tomorrow,
But I am a part of your today.
I am a poet of a moment or two…

Tomorrow, there will be more
Who bloom with numerous songs
Better poets than me
Better listeners than you
Tomorrow, if someone thinks of me
Why would they think of me?
The busy world, for my sake,
Why would it bother?
I am but a poet, for a moment or two…
my life is just a moment or two...

(Main pal do pal ka shayar hoon- by Sahir, translation by: Hareem)


Monday, January 24, 2011

I am a rebel!

I found this poem online, and the words of the poet were so haunting, that I simply had to translate it and share it with all:



I am a rebel

From the customs of this time,
from these thrones and these crowns,
That are born from cruelty-
and feed on human lives,
That are built on foundations of hate,
from such products of bloodshed-

I am a rebel!
I am a rebel!
However much you punish me!

One twitch upon their lips-
One glance of their eyes-
can cause the laws to change,
and let criminals run free-
from such masters of theft and treachery,
from such "guardians" of justice-

I am a rebel!
I am a rebel!
However much you punish me!

from those who make women dance,
and sell them out on streets,
and then upon that fallen Honor,
they march out in protest-
from these tyrants and miscreants,
from these buyers at the markets-

I am a rebel!
I am a rebel!
However much you punish me!

from those who cry at the country's fate,
then steal from the nation shamelessly,
from those who dwell in palaces,
and talk about poverty,
from these tricksters and these thieves,
from these Feudal Lords and Chiefs-

I am a rebel!
I am a rebel!
However much you punish me!

from those in the 'business' of religion,
who are a major disease and affliction,
fond of labeling others as god-less infidels,
as if they are the last word on Faith-
from these liars and cheats,
from these enterprises of religion-

I am a rebel!
I am a rebel!
However much you punish me!

where breaths are severely measured,
where fortunes are eternally ruined,
where caste and race are a complicated mess,
and the noose of hatred hangs low-
from such lowly thoughts and ideas,
from such lands of Oppression-

I am a rebel!
I am a rebel!
However much you punish me!

I hold the flag of Truth,
and the threat of tyranny is upon me,
But when was I afraid of death?
I live, but for the sake of death-
when the rising sun shall shine in my blood,
then every living soul shall say-

I am a rebel!
I am a rebel!
However much you punish me!
I am a rebel!

- Unknown poet (most probably Habib Jalib or Javed Hashmi)

Monday, January 17, 2011

January happenings

My favourite month... it's like starting a fresh page in a new crisp notebook. It's brighter than last year, there's a skip to one's step (reasonably caused by the heavy snow we get in Jan), and an upbeat outlook on life . It's also my Birthday so January has been something I've always looked forward to. 

I've been reading a lot in the past few days, and watching several things on youtube and/or TV, so much so that my memory fails to register the information as visual/textual, imaginary/factual, did-you-type-it-in-Youtube/did-you-flip-channels-randomly-to-come-across-this-info/did-you-read-it-in-print? 

(Warning: a Lament on Language follows)

The book I've been reading is in Urdu, written by Quratulain Hyder, who is seriously Awesome. The story is thoroughly entertaining, and I'm beginning to improve my Urdu vocabulary as I ask my aunt for help whenever I get stuck. Which makes me sad about the fact that Urdu (real, true, beautiful Urdu) is slowly on the decline. There are so many words and terms, sweet as honey, deep as the ocean, that can never be found in another language and many among my generation do not know them. They can't even be translated, some of their glory, their sweetness is lost. Translating Urdu is like trying to sketch a perfect cube on a piece of paper in 2-D. It is nothing but a shadow on a lower plane of dimensions. Bleak shadow with a paper taste. Not the warm light, and honeyed beauty of the language - something I hold most dear. 

I also watched an Urdu TV drama called "Ankahi" (entirely on youtube) and I found how much our spoken Urdu has deteriorated in just 30 years. There are words, that we know the meaning of, and how to use, but we choose to speak an easy English every day word in their stead. Over time, those alfaaz (words) recede in our memory gathering dust. Since they are never used, we begin to forget that they ever existed. The next generation is completely oblivious of the alfaaz. Readers may wonder, why am I lamenting the loss of those words? Maybe they were unnecessary or inconvenient? 
No...in fact, choosing English terms in place of an Urdu term is again like choosing a 2-D cube sketch over an actual cube. Bleak shadow with a paper taste. What is gone with these words, is the warmth of knowledge, the light of our culture, and the sweetness of our polite and humble behaviour. That is lost. 
More and more often I feel, that this zubaan (language) is doomed. But as long as there are people who realize its importance, and as long as people love Urdu, it won't be so bad. Someone forwarded me this clip of an American who came to love Urdu, and learnt it, and speaks it wonderfully. I am ashamed to say, even I can not use such pure alfaaz in my day-to-day guftugu (talk). Here it is:

I hope you enjoy, if you understand Urdu. If not, I can translate upon request. What I already have translated from this interview, is John's recital of Allama Iqbal's poem at the end of this video: Iqbal's Message


Wednesday, October 13, 2010

حادثہ وہ جو ابھی پردۂ افلاک میں ہے
عکس اس کا میرے آئینہ ادراک میں ہے
نہ ستارے میں ہے نہ گردش افلاک میں ہے
تیری تقدیر میرے نالہ بیباک میں ہے
یا میری آہ میں کوئی شرر زندہ نہیں
یا ذرا نم ابھی تیری خس و خاشاک میں ہے
کیا عجب میری نوا ہاے سحر گاہی سے
!زندہ ہو جائے وہ آتش کہ تیری خاک میں ہے
!توڑ ڈالے گی یہی خاک طلسم شب و روز
...گرچہ الجھی ہوئی تقدیر کے پیچاک میں ہے
حادثہ وہ جو ابھی پردۂ افلاک میں ہے
-عکس اس کا میری آئینہ ادراک میں ہے
اقبال ~

Translation:

An incident which is still shrouded in the skies
is reflected in the mirror of my surroundings

neither is it in star nor in orbits of the sky
but your fortune is ever-present in my bold cry

either my sigh holds but not a single flame
or there is some damp still within your soul

no wonder if, by my clear voice at dawn
awakes that flame deep within your earth

this very earth shall break the monotony of day and night
even though it's still in a tangle of your destiny...
an incident is still shrouded in the skies,
and is mirrored in my surroundings.
-Iqbal

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Google Translate has Urdu!!

Finally Google translate has the option to translate from Urdu to English. I knew there was a group of gentlemen in Karachi who were working on an online free Urdu dictionary and also wanted to somehow add the Urdu option to Google as well. The dictionary isn't as good as those available in English, but still... something is better than nothing.
Here's a link to the dictionary:
Although I do wish I could correct some of the meanings/translations on this site, but I do not have an account with them. Now if only typing in Urdu was easier... =) InPage Urdu gives me a headache.

One couplet by Ahmad Faraz to end this note:
اب تک دلِ خوش فہم کو تجھ سے ھیں اُمیدیں
... یہ آخری شمعیں بھی بجھانے کے لیئے آ

Let's see what Google translate makes of this:
Happy heart by now you are the hopes of understanding,
It also put off for coming last smayn (?)
Hahaha.... I can simply say Google got owned by Faraz!
Here's my version:
"Still, this heart has some expectations from you,
come and put out these last few lamps of hope."

Friday, May 28, 2010

Rahi Nagufta

I feel like typing in Urdu:

رھی نہ گفتہ مرے دل میں، داستاں میری۔
نہ اِس دیار میں سمجھا، کوئ زباں میری۔
اُسی سے دوُر رھا ھوں، اصلی مدعا جو تھا
گئ یہ عمرِعزیزاں، رائگاں میری
نہ اِس دیار میں سمجھا، کوئ زباں میری۔

"My story remained untold in my heart,
no one understood the essence of my words, in this world.
I have stayed far from my real purpose,
my beloved life has gone wasted,
no one understood the essence of my words, in this world"

A piece from Meer Taqi Meer's urdu ghazals.

*EDIT*
Dear readers, I find that this post is among the most popular on my blog. I thank you for visiting my page, and if you have any requests (about ghazals or songs in Urdu) that you wish to be translated in English, please let me know in the comments section. Thank you!