( left to right ... Safia ( wife of Manto ) , Zakia ( sister of Safia ) and sadat Hassan Manto with his little Daughter in Mumbai )
WHEN SADAT HASSAN MANTO WROTE
AN ESSAY ON HIMSELF TITLED
“MANTO ”
“ When a story enters
Manto’s mind he goes
restless till he writes it down on paper . His condition is like a hen that is about to lay
an egg .”
That is what Manto wrote about
himself. He also informs us that that
the man called MANTO, writes his
stories sitting with his three little
daughters who keep playing with him .They keep quarreling amongst themselves
and he also comes to settle these quarrels in between . He may even entertain any guest in the family but remains focused on writing as well.
Sometimes he is unable to write as the story
takes time to come out of the mind. He turns restless. He gets up to clean some room , polish shoes of
girls. Goes to toilet repeatedly. He also
gets up and prepares SALAD for himself .
And then Safia ( His wife ) often
come to his rescue with her favourite suggestion
“ Aap
Sonchiye Nahin . Buss Kalam Uthaaiye Aur Likhnaa Shuru kar deejiye . You do not
think much . Pick up your pen and start writing . ”
In his essay
“MANTO ” he further strips open himself as under
“
This man who calls himself as Manto is nothing more than a Big fraud.
People call him as “Greatest Writer of
urdu language ”. Sir listen , this fraud
of a man failed twice in his matriculation examination and finally cleared it
in a third Division. Do not be surprised when I say that he failed in urdu
paper also . People call him great urdu
writer but he does not know the language
fully. I have seen him looking for urdu
words while he writes. He runs after these words the way a hunter runs after his prey . I
smile at the foolishness of people who call him great urdu writer . ”
And Manto continues to add about
his own self
“ His wife is not happy with his
writing etc. Quite Often she has advised
him to open a shop and earn his living. But tell me what shall he do with the
shop that is already open in his mind . He keeps worrying that should he open a
cosmetic store , the commodities already
stored in his mind may have to be put in cold storage.
People call him irreligious and
his writings as obscene. Here I disagree
with people . I for certain know that when he starts a story he writes ”786” on the top of the paper . This man who
looks irreligious suddenly turns
believer on the paper .May be he is a paper Manto or Kaagazi Manto who
can be broken open like the Kaagazi Badaam ( Almond ) with fingers only. No one
can break him open with an iron hammer
.
And then he takes good advantage
of the simple nature of his
innocent wife SAFIA. . Sometimes he pays her 800 rupees for meeting
household expenses and simultaneously keeps an eye on the safe place where
safia keeps her purse .Quite often he steals
hundred or two hundred rupees from her purse allowing her to curse the
servant and the maid for these petty
thefts .
He is a great liar as well. Let
me tell you that this man ,who in the real sense of the term can be called an
illiterate . He has neither read MARX
nor FREUD. He has only heard about HEGAL . But I wonder and feel amused when
some critics write that he is influenced
by all these great thinkers and philosophers of the world . Let me tell you plainly that his becoming a story
writer is the result of the Clash
between his father and his mother . His father
a firm , unbending and tough person while his mother a soft hearted
human being . And you can yourself
imagine how this man called Manto survived like a grain of wheat in between these two parts
of the grinding mill.
I known him since his birth .
Born on 11th May 1912, this man always made himself appear like a tortoise .He
would often hide his head and neck lest people trace and locate him.”
( Selected portions translated from original urdu by Autar Mota 10.03.2014 )
Based on a work at http:\\autarmota.blogspot.com\.
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