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Zahoor: I have to memorize 50 Iqbal verses for my Pak Studies exam in a couple of weeks.
Noon: *singing along to the scientist* nobody said it was easy…
Zahoor: I can’t understand why memorizing poems is part of the curriculum.
Noon: His poems were imperative to the development of the youth at that time. Do you know any of his poems?
Zahoor: *dead silence*
Noon: Not even one?!
Zahoor: Lab peh aati hai dua ban ke tamana meri… *more dead silence*
Noon: finish the misra.
Zahoor: er…
Noon: Zindagi shama ki soorat ho khudaya meri…
Zahoor: yeah yeah yeah...
Noon: What about that Ali Azmat song?! Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehlay… *together* khuda banday se khud poochay bataaaaaaaa, teri raza kya hai.
Noon: and especially for the youth ‘mera tareek ameeri nahi faqeeri hai, khudi na bech ghareebi mein naam paida kar’.
Zahoor: you want to know about iqbal?
Noon: I’m all ears.
Zahoor: An alcoholic drunk. After his Allahabad Address he became addicted to alcohol and it eventually claimed him in ’38.
Noon: An alcoholic drunk?! He had an occasional drink!
Zahoor: Ha! You know he killed a man?
Noon: What?!
Zahoor: As a student he was at this mushaira and the love of his life was reciting her poetry. Some guy applauded her work a little too enthusiastically at which ‘the poet of the east’ rose from his gao taqia and stabbed him.
Noon: What?!
Zahoor: Sir! Sir! And he only got out of it because his warden, distant family, marked his attendance in the register becoming his alibi and later stating he never left the dorm.
Noon: Woah. There goes my belief system. I’m going to have to read up on this.
Zahoor: Most of his work was inspired by the bottle.
Noon: Like Ghalib.
Zahoor: Now that was a poet. He’s no hypocrite. You know about him?
Noon: Two sons he didn’t want. A wife that wasn’t the love of his life. Alcoholic. Chronically depressed. You know, the usual.
Zahoor: That’s him.
Noon: My favorite is ‘Kaabay kis moon se jao ge, ghalib, sharam tum ko magar nahi aati’
Zahoor: I don’t see the spark in that.
Noon: Then there is ‘na tha kuch tau khuda tha, kuch na hota tau khuda hota, doboya mujh ko honay ne. na hota mein tau kya hota. I think there is double meaning in there somewhere.
Zahoor: one that makes him the most significant being on earth or the most irrelevant.
Noon: This has been quite a learning experience.
Zahoor: Feel free to take from this treasure trove. Draw from my well whenever you feel
like. *pause* Whenever you ask me for a penny, I will give you a pound.
Together: Hahahaha!
Noon: Are we doing the crazy 8’s today?
Noon: *singing along to the scientist* nobody said it was easy…
Zahoor: I can’t understand why memorizing poems is part of the curriculum.
Noon: His poems were imperative to the development of the youth at that time. Do you know any of his poems?
Zahoor: *dead silence*
Noon: Not even one?!
Zahoor: Lab peh aati hai dua ban ke tamana meri… *more dead silence*
Noon: finish the misra.
Zahoor: er…
Noon: Zindagi shama ki soorat ho khudaya meri…
Zahoor: yeah yeah yeah...
Noon: What about that Ali Azmat song?! Khudi ko kar buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehlay… *together* khuda banday se khud poochay bataaaaaaaa, teri raza kya hai.
Noon: and especially for the youth ‘mera tareek ameeri nahi faqeeri hai, khudi na bech ghareebi mein naam paida kar’.
Zahoor: you want to know about iqbal?
Noon: I’m all ears.
Zahoor: An alcoholic drunk. After his Allahabad Address he became addicted to alcohol and it eventually claimed him in ’38.
Noon: An alcoholic drunk?! He had an occasional drink!
Zahoor: Ha! You know he killed a man?
Noon: What?!
Zahoor: As a student he was at this mushaira and the love of his life was reciting her poetry. Some guy applauded her work a little too enthusiastically at which ‘the poet of the east’ rose from his gao taqia and stabbed him.
Noon: What?!
Zahoor: Sir! Sir! And he only got out of it because his warden, distant family, marked his attendance in the register becoming his alibi and later stating he never left the dorm.
Noon: Woah. There goes my belief system. I’m going to have to read up on this.
Zahoor: Most of his work was inspired by the bottle.
Noon: Like Ghalib.
Zahoor: Now that was a poet. He’s no hypocrite. You know about him?
Noon: Two sons he didn’t want. A wife that wasn’t the love of his life. Alcoholic. Chronically depressed. You know, the usual.
Zahoor: That’s him.
Noon: My favorite is ‘Kaabay kis moon se jao ge, ghalib, sharam tum ko magar nahi aati’
Zahoor: I don’t see the spark in that.
Noon: Then there is ‘na tha kuch tau khuda tha, kuch na hota tau khuda hota, doboya mujh ko honay ne. na hota mein tau kya hota. I think there is double meaning in there somewhere.
Zahoor: one that makes him the most significant being on earth or the most irrelevant.
Noon: This has been quite a learning experience.
Zahoor: Feel free to take from this treasure trove. Draw from my well whenever you feel
like. *pause* Whenever you ask me for a penny, I will give you a pound.
Together: Hahahaha!
Noon: Are we doing the crazy 8’s today?
posted by Azam at 2:26 PM
9 Comments:
i thought he killed a prostitute.
possibly... but i also hear he had a severe bi-polar disorder... so he didn't kill anyone, the mr. hyde in him did. do you know the circumstances leading up to the killing or did he consider it his moral obligation to rid the world of such vice?
I was here.
i checked. apparently he was went to watch this dancing girl perform regularly and one day she was found murdered. he was possibly framed amongst the other students who frequented the place. so no hard evidence on that one.
by the way, on an entirely different note, if anyone is interested in becoming a barbie doll refer to yesterday's sunday plus article. its a step ahead of the us magazine article you referred to a few weeks ago. ha!
bhabi!? i know who you are!! hahahahaha! i am NOT interested in becoming a barbie doll!
yaar... please yaaaaar mera kaam kar do. i need an audience to plead my case! damn it!
of course you do! i live in your toy closet.
and if you *really* know me, just a phonecall away. i can arrange fr an audience in minutes. chhikchhikpingg.
however, i am not sure who you are...:O
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Once again very interesting! In defense of my profession I would like to comment that a bi-polar disorder is nothing like the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde syndrome...you might want to refer to that as a Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) :) Did you check up on whether the accusation is actually true or not? Coz I am really interested in finding out! I am quite a fan of Iqbal's poetry, whatever little of it I can understand! I think I shall spread my own research web and find out more about this!
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