A LYRICAL COMPLAINT AGAINST SNOW

                                                                      

TOO MUCH OF SNOW IN STOCKHOLM , SWEDEN  THIS YEAR ..AND MY COMPLAINT..
(Photo Shailesh Mota.. Feb 2015 )

“””” Snow ! Why have you gone so far off from Our Kashmir ? “”””

To this photo and above thought , I am adding lines from Habba Khatoon’s lyrical complaint …


Dil Nithh Tchol-hom Roshey
Wolo Myaani Poshey Madno….
Walaai vei’ss Gatchhavaai *Handhey
Laaneiyan Nyaai kattie Andhey
Lu’kka Mae’tti  kad'nuss Randhey
……………….. Wolo Myaani Poshey Madno….

Walaai vei’ss Gatchhavaai *Hi’yey,
Yuuss Guv Su Kaettu Yiyey ,
Praaraan Chhuss Tchaanie Ziyey
……………….. Wolo Myaani Poshey Madno….

Walaai vei’ss Gatchhavaai Aabus
Duniyaa chhu Neindre Khwaabus
Praaraan Chhus Bo’ Jawaabus
……………….……… Wolo Myaani Poshey Madno….
( Habba Khatoon )


Having taken away my heart ,
How far off have you gone my love?
Come , My love , My flower ! My Consort !

Friend , Come , Let us go to collect dandelion ,
When shall these knotted strings of fate get untied ?
And now people take pleasure in my humiliation ,
Come , My love , My flower ! My Consort !

Friend , Come , Let us go to collect Jasmine flowers ,
The one who departs , Does he return thereafter ? Tell me .
While I keep waiting , Let you prosper .
Come , My love , My flower ! My Consort !

Friend , Come , Let us go and get water ,
This world is in a deep slumber at this moment , Love .
I wait for your response now .
Come , My love , My flower ! My Consort !

This lyric is possibly the finest expression of longing in kashmiri . I rate it as the best for its simplicity and the original vigour of the native language . Both the diction and idiom are just sweet and fresh. Profound is the complaint of separation conveying an intense longing . 

Some more poets came very close to this lyrical style of Habba Khatoon. About 50 years after her death, Akamal Ud Din Beg (1646-1723 AD ) wrote his popular song…Baaeli Haai Rumaai Rumaai ( My Beloved ! Every tissue is filled with your longing only ).This song bears very close similitude to Habba Khatoon’s popular Lyric … Chhu Me Baaeli Tamanna .

About 200 years after Habba Khatoon , ArinMaal ( a kashmiri Pandit Poetess ) used this Lyrical style in her poems . Her popular poems sung till today are Arni Rang Goam Shraavan Yiyey Kar Yiye Darshun Diyey ( The pallor of fading flower has fallen on the midsummer Jasmine bloom in me . O when shall these eyes see him again ) , Me kar Tuss kitch Poshan Maala Ta Aaluv Diya tosii ( I have made flower garlands for him , Just Hail him , friends . ) and Tee Kuss nisha hykaa haavith ba ( That longing , How can I show it to any person )

Mehmood Ghaami also wrote some poems in this lyrical style . I quote one … Dil Nithh Raet Thhum Goshey, Wolo Myaani Poshe Madno ( Taking away my hear t , You stopped paying heed to me . Come , My love , My flower ! My Consort !)

Later Mehjoor ( 1897-1952 AD) also wrote Poshi Maetti Jaanaano ( My Love ! Fond of flowers .) Mehjoor was inspired when he heard some village women singing Habba Khatoon’s ... Wolo Myaani Poshey Madno..sitting beside the babbling Doodh Ganga stream in Kashmir valley.
So Long So Much for today …….
( Autar Mota )

PS
Handh and Vopul Haak are grown in upper hills of kashmir especially in areas of Gurez , Gulmarg and Shopian etc. Leaves of Handh and Vopul  Haak were cooked and eaten by kashmiris for rich  nutritive and medicinal properties . Both are Diuretic and rich in antioxidants . Handh and vopul Haak find mention in  a vaakh ( Four line poem ) of kashmir's saint poetess  Lal Ded as well. Hee Posh ( Hiyey ) is the kashmiri name of Jasmine flower.

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" BARF AUR AAG " OR ' SNOW AND FIRE ' A NEW BOOK OF HINDI POEMS BY NIDA NAWAZ

NIDA NAWAZ AT HIS BOOK RELEASE FUNCTION … JAMMU 18.02.2015

BARF AUR AAG ( The snow and the Fire )

Hindi Poems by Nida Nawaz ( Nida Nawaz Bhat )

Published by

Antika Prakashan ,

C-56, UGF,-4

Ghaziabad (UP)...201005
Tel...0120-2648212  And 09871856053
ISBN  978-93--81923-95-5

Price Rs235/=

This is a second collection of Hindi Poems by Nida Nawaz ( Born 1963 ) .His first book “Akshar Akshar Rakt Bharaa “ was well received . The present book was released today at K L Sehgal Memorial Hall at Academy of Art Culture And Languages , Jammu in a simple but well attended function.

Nida needs no introduction . As writer , his conceptual frame work is clear and free from any ambiguity . As poet , Nida is sensitive and deeply conscious of the rich heritage and history of his native land . His language is direct meant primarily for integration, joining disunited hearts and spreading goodwill.

His Urdu poems have also been published in a Book titled “ Kiran Kiran Roshini “. Apart from this he has also translated some kashmiri poems into Hindi for “Ujalaa Raaj-Maarg “ published by Sahitya Academy. He is recipient of many honours and awards for his Hindi Writing.

Optimism is his eloquent Slogan .

The book is Dedicated to his grand Ancestor Acharya Udh Bhat and his own son Neeraj Nawaz Bhat .Nida is a postgraduate in Hindi ,Urdu and Psychology .He writes in Hindi ,Urdu and his own mother tongue kashmiri.

                                                                                     

                                                                       

The poems in the Book present moving tales of pain , suffering , hopes and dreams . The poet has also touched some other subjects like the despair of Middle Existence, Women empowerment and the criminal act of killing a girl child .However the book essentially deals with issues of Militancy , suffering and pain of the people across religious divide . It has 63 poems spread in 112 pages , hard bound and is moderately priced at Rs235/=

The author informed ,

“ The Armed Militancy tore apart the age old , time tested and the strong bond of Peaceful co existence in our kashmir. The TANDAVA of wanton Death and Destruction brought forth an atmosphere of hatred and intolerance thereby halving the soul of kashmiriat . Religion and Politics were used to fuel the fire that smoldered and engulfed a Tradition and culture that had evolved over thousands of years .Even saner voices turned mute under fear and fright. A section of the population was left with no choice but to move out to save their lives . This group had to face innumerable hardships to survive in an alien environment .

A large section of peace loving common populace that stayed back, felt sandwiched between two armaments . One representing the Militants and the other being the cruel apparatus unleashed by some exploitative players representing the State .”

I quote some poems from this book….

(1)

 Lines from his poem (Mein Paloonga Eik sapna)

or ( I shall Nurture a Dream )...

“Jin Logon ke pass nahin Hotaa koyee ishwar ,

Woh Nahin Banaatay talwaarein , Kirpaan aur Trishul.

Na hi unn ke paas hotaa hai dar ,

Na hi doosaron ko Daraanay ki koyee Baat…….”

( Those who do not possess a God ,

Never do they make Swords, Kirpaans or Tridents,

Neither are they afraid of anything ,

Nor do they utter a word to frighten others )

(2)

(FATVAA )

Eik Aur Fatvaa Jaari kiyaa hai

Hamaare Shahar ke Bade Moulavi ne

Log Gharon ke Phool Daanon mein ,

Phool Nahin Balki Pather Rakh Lein ,

Aur jis gali se

Satya Chaltaa Dikhaai dhe

Sangsaar Kiyaa Jaaye …

( The Grand Molvi of our city has

passed one more Fatvaa now .

“Instead of flowers ,

People should keep stones in flower pots ,

And should they see Truth in any street ,

He be stoned all over …”

(3)

From Poem “Tumhaara kashyap “or Your Rishi Kashyapa ..This poem is dedicated to Noted Kashmiri Poet late Arjun Dev Majboor  .  Late Majboor had also to leave kashmir valleyin 1990  due to widespread Militancy and live as an exile far away from his motherland .Calling him Baba , Nida writes..

Baba , Ab Ki Baar

Hamaari Ghaati Mein Risaa Hai Utnaa paani

Ki jis ko Nahin Nikaal saktaa akelay

Tumhaara yeh Kashyap .

Lekin , Baba Palat hi Jaayeingay Itihaas ke pannay

Deir ya saveir

Aur Poori Ho Hi Jaayegi Pathreeli Pahaadon ke beech

Nirvasan ka Taap Jhelnay waalon ke

Dil Ki Jholion mein

Sanbhaali huyee

Ghar Lautanay ki

Utkutt ichhaa ..Baba

( Father , This time , we had too much of rainfall in the valley

And your kashyapa is not in a position to clear it alone ..

But Father ,

The pages of history shall have to change ,

Sooner or Later ,

hopes shall materialize into reality for Those,

who bear the heat of existence living on hills of boulders ,

And Nurturing passionate dreams of return to their homes, Father .)

(4)

(Tum Zaroor Gaana Meri Laadli ) or

You must sing My darling Daughter

Tum Darnaa nahin meri laadli ,

Tum Zaroor Muskaraana Meri Laadli ,

Aur Muskaraatay Muskaraatauy Gaana Koyee Geet ,

Pyaar ka ,

Maanavtaa ka ,

Brahmaand ka ..

You Must not get frightened My Darling Daughter ,

You must keep smiling my little Child ,

And smilingly , you must sing some song ,

A song of Love ,

A song for Humanity

And the song of this great Universe .)

( This poem is dedicated to the Girls who started PRAGAASH , the first Music band in kashmir valley )

(5)

(Woh Miltii hai )

I see her

( Wijood e Zun se Hai Tasveer e Qaaynaat Mein Rang )

“Woh Miltii hai ,

Ultra sonographic screen par ,

Maa Ke garb mein Dubkii,Anjaane dar se Sehmi,

Eik Doctor ko Hatyaare ke roop mein dekhtii Huyee “

( The existence of the woman lends colour to the picture of this universe )

I see her ,

I see her on the screen of the Ultra sound machine ,

Huddled with fear ,

Inside her mother’s womb,

Staring at the doctor , who , to her ,

Looks like a Killer .

( This poem is dedicated to a Girl child aborted criminally in her mother’s womb )

While speaking at the book release function , Sh Ramesh Mehta former Secretary Academy of Art Culture and languages ( The chief Guest of the function ) said ..

“ Now that Nida Nawaz has taken up the torch in his hands , He needs to ensure that the flame of the Truth and Light is kept burning . Let it burn till entire darkness is dispelled . His poems are crisp and based on concurrently relevant issues . I am impressed by his style of presenting human pain and suffering .These poems inspire compassion and firm belief in Human values . His poems flow like the Grand Vitasta river of Kashmir that is witness to rise and fall of so many empires and changes . I salute his unflinching faith in HUMANITY . "

(Autar Mota )                          

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DR.SHANKER RAINA :A CARDIOLOGIST , A WRITER AND ABOVE ALL A GREAT HUMAN BEING. FROM KASMIR.

                                                                         

A RESIDENTIAL  HOUSE  IN DOWN TOWN  SRINAGAR (KASHMIR )

( Photo Autar Mota )

To this photograph , i am adding a brief write up on Dr Shanker Raina ..

Dr Shanker Raina ( 1939-1979 )

He was a trained doctor( cardiologist ) who also wrote short stories and Radio Plays . He rose like a shining star on the literary Horizon of Kashmir . A star that glittered for some time and then suddenly slipped into the dark ocean of oblivion . Like French writer Albert Camus and Noted Urdu poet Parveen shakir , this man also died young . And incidentally, he also died of Car accident. Died young to create some unforgettable characters and stories in kashmiri literature .

Alas! we kashmiris brushed him aside from our memory shelves . Our younger generation hardly knows even his name ;I am sure on this issue at least .

May be due to his Profession ,he was able to know human pain and suffering so intimately.He also came very close to the hopes and wishes of the individual sufferers. And accordingly, he carried a deep consciousness of Death that is apparent in some of his stories .For this reason, some critics are tempted to brand his work as Hospital Stories . On the contrary , even when Immersed in Pain and suffering , some characters whom he created ,are sharp ,lively and warm Individuals inspite of their physical inabilities and helplessness . There is Romance , hope and goodwill in most of his stories. These stories present a mirror image of life as it exists . The clash of old and modern values that always exists in any developing society is also evident in some of his short stories.

A careful study also reveals streaks of existentialism in his work . One can easily identify the profound loneliness and Native anxieties of Raj Nath ( From Lwoktchi Lwoktchi Kathhaa ) with those of Meursault In Camus’s Outsider .

He faced criticism also . Some critics said that some of his stories present Morbidity. Those amongst us , who have read Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s Novel “Cancer ward “ must not have escaped the overall Morose texture of this Great work. I still remember the gloom that the Novel gave me with its characters who are cancer patients , attending doctors and nurses . Gloom does not lower the status of this Great work . Even in Gloom we get a clear glimpse of hope in Solzhenitsyn’s Novel when Ahmadjan (an Uzbek ) recovers  from the deadly disease.

Shanker Raina published his short stories in a Book titled ZIETNI ZOOL ( FIRE FLIES ). Vaen Kahinz Vaaer ( Whose turn is now ) , Haaput ( Bear ), Lwokitchi Lwoktchi Kathha ( Minor issues ) ,Akh Pazul Ta Kenh Insaan ( A riddle and some People ) and Hotchhmetch Yaaer ( Dry Deodar Tree ) are some popular and powerful stories from this collection . HARUD ( Autumn ) was a popular play that he scripted for Radio Kashmir Srinagar . Quite often, his language is flowery , poetic and emotional . I believe that Dr Shankar Raina would have been a very good poet had he Stepped into that form of creative activity.

Dr  Abdul Wahid  from SKIMS Srinagar informs me   ,

“I have seen Dr. Shanker Raina in ward 3 of SMHS hospital Srinagar..those days Dr.Ali jan Dr. Verma,and other stalwarts like Dr.Khuroo were managing the ward..Dr. Raina had made his presence felt,and the his presence looked great..we had just finished our degrees..he was close to all of us..He came like a wind and left like a storm. we were plunged into grief.”

Sh B L Kaul informs me ,

“ He lived at Kral khud and I remember him having a lean physique and wearing a Bulganin cut (goatee). As a doctor he drove an Ambassador car. I was impressed by his radio drama Harud -a father- in -law who has just retired buys a Saree of hay colour as a gift for his daughter -in-law. She is not happy with the colour because it indicates autumn- the stage of life through which the old man is passing. How true?”

Sh RKr Zushi comments  on my FB Page,

“ Among others, Dr. Shankar Raina taught my best friend ever Dr. Moti Lal Bazaz, Drs. Rajinder Kachroo, Durga Nath Bhat and others. Quite a character. I did not know that he wrote stories and fiction. We used to see him come and go as we were strategically positioned, playing Chess in the Medicine shop, Hashias, bang opposite National Hospital run by Dr. Peshin.”

Adds Sh Bansi Raina from Pune  ,

“I was also privileged to have known both Dr.Shankar Raina and Amin Shakir.Dr.dreamed every thing big.His house at Rajbagh had huge  dimensions. His very sign board at Regal Chowk was big considering doctors did not usually have such big sign boards. He wanted every thing in a hurry. I also acted in couple of his Radio plays. Yes...he would have grown and made it big in Kashmiri play writing.Tall man with Bulganin cut beard.”

Senior Journalist Mohammad Syeed Malik  adds

 “Dr Shanker Raina's literary talent was marked by his intimate depiction of characters. He was a popular writer as much as he was recognized for his comment to medical profession. I knew him personally for a long time. His tragic death in a car accident in London cut short the story of life marked by struggle and hard work.”

In his story Lwokitchi Lwoktchi Kathha ( Minor Issues ), a reader comes across many issues that appear to be trivial and ordinary . Quite often we overlook them for their relevance and appearance to life. But we are finally led to believe that these very trivial matters form the very fabric of existence .

Raj Nath of Kharyaar Habba kadal is a wonderful character that he created for this story . The description of a clear day after night long heavy rains followed by evening time reddening of the horizon and thereafter a pleasant cool night gleaming with stars has been described with a poetic fervor in this story. A tired Rajnath wants to have a complete Saturday night’s sleep in this cool and peaceful ambiance but is kept awake by loud noise and singing in his neighborhood. A Marriage festivity accompanied by singing on Tumbaknaari Beats is in full swing over there .Accordingly he sleeps very late and gets up almost at noon. What to do with himself on a Sunday ? Raj Nath looks out from his Window and is happy to notice clouds over the mountains on an otherwise Sunny Day .He decides to visit Nishat Garden . For Raj Nath many trivial issues crop up as he leaves his house to go to Nishat Garden . These trivial issues , he confronts at the Bus stand , Inside the Bus , In the Garden and on his return in the shikara to Boulevard Ghat .A reader is engrossed from the very first Paragraph of this story.

His Untimely death in a road accident ( in England) , deprived kashmiri literature of this New trend and direction .A Great human being and a compassionate doctor was also lost in this tragic accident .He was a writer of Great promise .

( Autar Mota )

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SOMETHING FROM UPNISHADS

                                                                          

THE VASTNESS 
( Photo Autar Mota )

Autar Mota reading “ The spirit of Upnishads “ in English Translation. A Book of lofty thoughts or the Himalayas of Ancient Wisdom of India. The search of the man in universe around him and His relation with it . The rooted Identity and the affirmation of I am divine . “ Aham Brahmasmi “ Or I am the self Divine . “Soham “ or He am I expressed through the very life force , Breath: the “So” of Inhaling and the “Ham” of Exhaling. The story of ATMAN or the soul or the self . Call it by any name . The philosophy of Truth ( Satya ) and Bliss ( Ananda ). The beginning of Journey and the end of it.

Prayers for peace on earth , water and sky . Peace in plants and animal kingdom. Prayers to lead all from darkness to light , From unreal to real, From Sorrow to bliss from hate to love , from disintegration to integration from separation to unity and from discord to concord. Prayers for common intents and utterances of human beings. 

Pray we follow one leader . Pray we prosper together . Pray we live together . Pray we rise together ..

The pearls of Wisdom from Katha Upnishad , Kena Upnishad, Chandogya Upnishad , Mundaka Upnishad , Mandukya Upnishad , Taittiriya Upnishad , Brihad Aranayka Upanishad, Athar Veda , Yajur Veda and Rig Veda . Yes upnishads are perhaps the greatest tools to tear apart the veils of darkness while seeking reply to the fundamental question of existence; WHO AM I ?????

I quote …..

The Infinite , is where one sees nothing else , 

Hears nothing else,

And understands Nothing else .

The finite , is that in which one sees something else ,

Hears something else ,

And knows something else .

That which is infinite is immortal,

And that which is finite is mortal.

The infinite is below ;

It is above ;

It is to the west ,

East , south and North .

The infinite is the whole universe .

( From Chandogya Upnishad )

That which is not expressed by speech ,

But that by which speech is expressed ;

Realize that alone as Brahaman ( True self )

And Not what people here worship…..

( Kena Upnishad )

Without sound ,

Intangible , Formless , Constant …

That eternal , which can neither tasted nor smelt ,

Which has no beginning and No end ..

Immutable and beyond nature is the self .

By discerning that ,

One is liberated from the Jaws of Death.

That one ruler ,

The self within all beings ,

Transforms his one form into many .

The wise who perceive him within their self …

To them alone belongs eternal happiness :

To none else ,

To none else !

( Katha Upnishad )

Let The son be loyal to his father ,

And of the same mind as his mother ,

Let the husband and wife speak to each other

with words that are full of sweetness .

Let not brother hate a brother ;

Nor a sister hate a sister ,

Unanimous , Of one common intent ,

Speak you words in friendliness .

May all Beings dwell in Happiness .

May all beings dwell in peace .

May all beings attain oneness .

And may all beings attain auspiciousness .

Peaceful be the heavens ,

May the earth be calm ,

And the spacious atmosphere gentle ,

May the flowing waters ,Rich in moisture be soothing ;

May all plants and herbs be beneficial to us .

( Athar Veda )

Sweet wafts the wind ,

And the rivers pour forth sweetness .

So may the herbs be filled with sweet juices .

Pleasant be our nights and sweet our dawns .

May the dust of the earth be full of sweetness !

May the plants be sweet to us !

Pleasant for us be Father Heaven!

May the sun be imbued with sweetness !

And may our milch- Kine be sweet for us .

( Rig Veda )

Be not parted, Rest united,Intelligent,thriving together,

Moving together under a common yoke.

Come speaking sweetly each to other;

And here I make you have one aim and be of one mind

(Athar Veda)

Beyond the senses is the mind,

Beyond the mind is the intellect,

Higher than intellect is the Atman,

And greater than Atman is the unmanifest...

(Katha Upnishad)

The killer thinks he kills,

The killed thinks he is killed,

Neither of these know the reality,

Neither the self kills nor is it killed....

(This sloka from Katha upnishad is close to what saint poetess Lal Ded says in her vaakh...kuuss murrie taai kuss maaran ?....Who shall die and who shall be put to death ?????)

May God protect us,

grant us wisdom's fruit; 

May we gain energy to know the Truth; 

May our intellects grow clear and bright;

May we cherish no ill feelings toward anyone.

Om, peace, peace, peace be unto all.

( Taittiriya Upnishad )

As rivers, flowing down, 

become indistinguishable on reaching the sea

by giving up their names and forms, 

so also the illumined soul,

having become free from name and form,

reaches the self-effulgent Supreme Self -

( Mundaka Upanishad )

( Autar Mota )

PS

BRAHMAN is a vast term with varied meanings. Apart from True self , It also means the transcendent and immanent ultimate reality of the One Supreme Cosmic Spirit.

" It is also the universal substrate from which material things originate and to which they return after their dissolution. In Advaita Vedanta, Brahman is without attributes and strictly impersonal. According to Advaita Vedanta, consciousness is not a property of Brahman but its very nature. Upanishads teach that Brahman is the ultimate essence of material phenomena (including the original identity of the human self) that cannot be seen or heard, but whose nature can be known through the development of self-knowledge. "

" Brahman is the indescribable, inexhaustible, incorporeal, omniscient, omnipresent, original, first, eternal, both transcendent and immanent, absolute infinite existence, and the ultimate principle who is without a beginning, without an end , who is hidden in all and who is the cause, source, material and effect of all creation known, unknown and yet to happen in the entire universe."

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ANOTHER SNOW POEM " PATAA DRAAV TAAFA " OR " THEN CAME THE WARM SUN "

                                                                             

AND THEN CAME THE WARM SUN..

( Photo Autar Mota )

To this photograph, I am adding my Kashmiri snow poem “ Pataa Draav Taafaa “or “Then came the warm sun “…This is my 4rth poem in the series along with English rendering done for friends who do not understand kashmiri language. These poems are essentially based on my childhood memories of Snow in Kashmir.

The snow had created a strange silence and stillness all over . And then one day some washer man washed the sky to its original deep blue colour . And then came the sun . Its warmth spread all over . Snow slipped down from the galvanized tin roofs . Water water everywhere. Night long Bangs of falling snow . That shook the house also . 

And finally life was restored in all spheres . The vegetable seller turned up . Tongas ( Horse drawn  carriages used for public transpaort ) started plying . A father visited his married daughter . Bound by tradition , he stayed at her door step and brought some gift for his daughter and her child Saa’ba.

Cooking , Getting up early , serving , providing , washing , offering , listening to satires of her mother in law and sister in law . What a dreary existence ?Was her marriage meant for all this only ? The young married daughter puts up this question to her own self . The sun has certainly started clearing the snow around .When shall the  snow  frozen within  melt ?
She keeps thinking  ........

( Pataa Draav Taa’faa )

Kaaem Taam Dhoebb Chholl 

Nuoel Akaashaa 

Zuvv Tchaav Prithvi

Pataa Draav Taafaa 

Bataa Khyaathh Kae’faa 

Aeissi Trovv Daa’faa 

…………………..Az Draav Taa’faa

Pashaa’kuyii Sheena ,

Khae’rri Vothh Tee’nus.

Braan’dus Dal Guvv,

Kochas Tenga .

Tche’nni Thhaa’vi Taa’pus 

Deivaa dhin Jo’shaa 

Poat Laakun vu’chh

sorruyii soo’ra ..

Tip Tip Vu’thh Vothh 

Jo’ff Jo’ff Paku’na 

Dro’ff Dro’ff Raa’tus

La’rrie Gayee Dha’nanaa

Hokh Seinn Re’daa ,

“Furrie Ha Furrie Ha 

Hari’ssaa Pachhi’naa 

Volaa Bobu Ji

Az Goam Tche’raa 

Valaa sa Khojj Saeb

Ghar Nitaa Se’raa “

…………………………………Az Draav Taa’faa 

Az Draav Taafaa 

Az Po’kk Taan’ga 

Ku’ss To’rr Kadha’luss ?

Hai Hai Bub Myon,

Bar tal Vo’tuum 

Bu’thh Vu’chhi Saa’bus 

Voprrun Munz chhuss 

Ranu’naa Pyaa’vunaa

Chhalu’ naa Chhoku’naa 

Anniegaetii Vothhu’naa

Shar Kuu’ss Draamo ,

Du’mm Pha’et Seena ,

Haeshi Haenz paama ,

Teshal zaama ,

Yee Chhaa Khaander ?

……..……….. Az Draav Taa’faa

Bur Tal Bub Aav,

Oush Pa’thh Rott’muss 

Da’diss par’daa ,
Ka'rr Ha Beyii Kyaah,

Vaai Bara Atchi’hay 

Hey’run Khassi’hay 

Saa’bus Phernaa ,

Me’tti Akh Soo’taa

Paa’nus Vuchh’muss 

Tchheon’muut Boota..

Ba Ti Kyaah Di’mso,

Sathh Me’tti Roozien,

Lassi’numm Maa’jay,

Daayii Myon Boozien.

Athhaa beyii sherus

Az taem thovnumm 

Deut’numm Taslaah

“ Kunn’ii Doah Dizii’he 

Assi Kunn Nazaraa.

Guss kooer Pooshinaai

Sez’raa Paz’raah

Doah Tche’tti Phe’runn 

Armaan ne’runn 

Kaddi’naai Muu’ss Vaenn

Lassinaai saa’baa “

………………………Az Draav Taaf’aa

( Autar Mota )

Some strange washer man 

cleansed the sky to its original Blue .

When these sun rays visited this earth,

Life warmed up once more .

This Lunch now made us lazy ,

And here , A siesta in this warmth !

…………………………… And then came the warm sun .

The snow from the tin roofs,

Slipped down with warmth .

The courtyard was all water 

The fallen snow stacks blocked the lane .

Why not dry that kangri charcoal now ,

May be it gives warmth thereafter .

Alas ! What an exercise is it ?

Should all turn to ash at the end .

“*Tip Tip “ fell the 

tiny melting drops from the roof ends .

And this “ *joff joff” wading through water ,

A Night long “ *Droff Droff “ of 

the snow Mass falling from roofs ,

shaking houses all over .

Lo ! there comes that Dried Vegetable seller ,

The smoked fish seller,

, The *Harissa seller and the *Shikaar ( flying Bird ) seller .

“Come you Pandit Ji ,

Yes I am late this time ,

Come you Khwaja sahib ,

Buy a Seer for your family .”

……... And then came the warm sun .

What a great sun shine today ?

O ! there plies a tonga as well .

Who is that who crosses this nearby Bridge ?

What ? What ? Aha ! My darling Father .

There he comes to my door step.

Driven by Saa’ba’s affection , here he is .

Alas ! My in laws like strangers ,

What a life ? Ever Busy in kitchen am I ,

Cooking , washing , cleaning ,

Leaving the comfort of sleep in early darkness ,

What did I achieve by all this ?

A heart full of choked feelings .

Satires from the mother in law, 

Fury of the sister in law .

Was my marriage all about these things only ?

…………………………. And then came the warm sun .

My loving father again at my door step,

I shall now hide my tears ,

A veil over my suffering ,
What else could be done?

Would he steps in my In law’s house ?

Would he walk up the stairs ? 

A New *Pheran for *saa’ba he brought with him,

A new suit for me as well.

How painful to see him, 

Wearing a torn shoe.

What is there with me to offer him?.

Let his care be always there for me ?

Let him live long for my poor mother ,

My Lord ! Listen this small prayer ..

Putting his hand over my head ,

Here he comforts me 

“Come some day that way ,

visit your parental home also . 

let truth and simplicity be your companions ,

My Love , My darling Daughter .

These days are bound to change for better ,

Worry not ,

Your Desires and dreams 

are bound to materialize .

May this little saa’ba live long 

To bring forth a world of comfort for you “

…………………….. And then came the warm sun .

( Autar Mota )

PS

(1 )

Saa’ba is a popular and fond name given to a male child in kashmir.The words Tip Tip , Joff Joff and Droff droff are sounds meant to express falling water drops , wading through knee deep water and falling snow masses from slippery roof tops after sun shine .

(2)

Kashmiris used to consume dried vegetables , Dried fish ,Harissa ( Mutton Steam boiled to a pulp with delicious spices ), Pachhina or Shikaar ( Flying Migratory bird shot .. A Non Vegetarian winter delicacy ), Smoked fish that would be brought by Hawkers . Pheran is the traditional Overall apparel used by Kashmiris to fight cold.

(3)

Life for women turned miserable in winter season as not many present day facilities did exist. A father’s visit to her daughter was a great satisfaction . In Kashmiri Pandit families , Bound by tradition , Fathers would generally inform about their arrival through a neighbor and come to door step of their married daughter’s home . They would not enter their daughter’s house leave alone drinking a glass of water or eating something over there .

( 4)

Even the poorest father brought some token gift for his daughter and grand Child . It could be new clothes , a pair of shoes , Dried fish or even some kashmiri bakery stuff etc. The neighbors living close to his married daughter’s house , who could be also a Muslim family , would willingly offer him a kangri and make him sit inside their house . The girl would then come to the neighbor’s house to meet her father or mother . A Younger brother was not bound by this tradition . He would straightway step inside the house of his married sister

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FOUR LINES FOR SNOW ON TREE BRANCHES IN KASHMIR

                                                                     

SNOW ON BRANCHES.

( kASHMIR )

I am tempted to add four lines written just now for this PHOTOGRAPH.

Aey meray jashn e wafaa ke suraj
Kuchh Haraarat ka Karishma Kar de
Ab to yeh barf pighal jaaye yahaan
Sar Sabz Shaakh e Tamanaa kar de

( Autar Mota )

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