Tuesday, October 5, 2021

MY POEM 'GHARA VAAPSI ' OR RETURN TO HOMELAND


                                                                           


                                    ( A  Kashmiri Pandit woman in a  refugee camp  at Jammu )

 Here is my poem 'Ghara Vaapasi 'with English translation ....


(Ghara vaapasi)

Az syui chhu vanaan ghar vaapas pakh
yeim raath korus majboor Seytha
Ghar traavith pata  baalan tarnas
Az tas chha gamitch parteet khatam
Prazneth raavith buth deun mushqil
Kuni vaeti niyihe beyi tath shaharas
Rata daavi palav hyath yeti kodahas
Me chhu tchhaandaan az  paanas baapat
Buth chhalihe karihe nau sauda...

( Avtar Mota)

(He shouts loud for my return today,
He, who yesterday ,
forced me to leave my home
  and cross the mountains.
Today ,he has lost that trust and face,
Who  can face the world  should he lose his face or identity?
He  wants to drag me to that city,
Where from I was driven away in blood soaked clothes,
Now for his  needs,he wants me there  ,
My  presence might enable him
To wash his face and go for another deal.)

(Avtar Mota)

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Sunday, October 3, 2021

GOOD BYE PROF. NUSRAT ANDRABI


                                            


NUSRAT  ANDRABI.....

( Photo ..Avtar Mota..2017)

She will be missed for what she was;   positive, straightforward and sympathetic. She belonged to the school that believed in inclusiveness ,human values and peace .I had some interaction with her and I found her wise, kind ,warm and  always conscious of the commonality of our cultural identity. She was always for  building bridges.

Born  at Mattan town in Kashmir, she studied at various places including Jammu and Srinagar where her father (  who happened to be   DIG in police ) was posted. She did her post graduation from University of Kashmir .
As writer and a literary critic who  attended many national and international seminars, she authored  some profoundly  critical and analytical papers relating to Urdu literature. .some profoundly  critical and analytical papers relating to Urdu literature. .Her book  "  Payami Shairi Hali, Akbar Aur Iqbal " was well received in Urdu  literary circles.

 From her ,I came to know  that she had studied under Prof.Ale Ahmed Suroor  who had unknowingly influenced her thought process imparting it a fearless clarity . Once or twice I also found her interacting  on social media with Rakhshanda Jalil ,noted author and translator,  who  also happens to be granddaughter of Prof  Suroor. From the exchange of communication,  I could understand the closeness of the families and the regard that she had for  Prof Suroor.She was a great admirer of Maulana Azad.
A connoisseur of Urdu poetry , she had a wide circle of friends and admirers within J&K  and outside. As principal of Women's college ,Maulana Azad Road,Srinagar ,she endeared herself to a vast section of students . She joined the college in 1968 as lecturer . She  was also associated with Red Cross, Waqf Board  and National  Commission for Women ( J&K ).

 She was a fearless and fiery orator who never minced words in calling a spade a spade .A woman who did commendable work for education and empowerment of women from  poor and economically backward segments is the society.

Alongwith Narinder Safaya, we  organised a programme on  the centenary celebrations of  poet Dina Nath  Nadim in Jammu . Many well known  poets ,writers , musicians and cultural activists  joined that event. We had Farooq Nazki, Arvind Gigoo, T.K.Jalali ,Ayaz Rasool Nazki and many more . She was there for full day with her purposeful  interactions . For Radio Sharda, we organised a special programme on  Ghulam Rasool Santosh sometime in August 2020. She was more than happy to join it and  telephonically record her  impressive  comments and anecdotes  about  the poet /painter who was like a  brother to her. 
Once she spoke about her childhood that she spent in Mattan , Kashmir where her close  friends happened to be girls  from Kashmiri Pandit or Sikh community . 
                                                                     

                     ( Avtar Mota with Prof. Nusrat Andrabi  in 'Nadim Birth centenary Celebrations ' )

She has told me this :

"During childhood, we  were very close to a Pandit family in Kashmir . It was like extension of my own family. The children rarely found any difference and played together ,ate together and studied together. A boy from that family would drop into our room when food was served and he would ask my mother to serve him food as well so that we ate together. Then the Mekhla ( sacred thread ceremony ) was performed for that boy and he wore a janew for some period. Wearing the janew, he would come to our room at lunch or dinner time and ask my mother to serve him food . My mother held him in her lap and told him affectionately , 'Beta now  you have a janew  . You have become a Brahmin .  Janew is very sacred thing . It imposes certain restrictions .You have to go for Aatchman before eating your first morsel . Now you must  seek your mother's permission to have food outside your family ." 

Her husband ,Prof Amin Andrabi was a scholar in his own field. Iqbaliyat was his arena. He  also died of a sudden cardiac arrest. 

I am told that she died of cardiac arrest  on 5th October 2021 , while offering her fajr prayers. I am convinced that her selfless noble deeds led her to the other world with  grace and in total peace. Her  sudden death has come as  a great  shock  for her family and her well wishers.  

In her death , I feel a personal loss. She was an avid reader of my posts and would comment apart from  inboxing  blessings and good wishes to me   . I will miss that .  May her soul rest in peace.


( Avtar Mota)

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Saturday, October 2, 2021

MY POEM..' MY LOST RIVER'


                                            

(Myan raavmitch koll)

Tami koli yemi sag deut angas angas
Tami bhor rang myanein anhaaran
Thapi tsel tas heut par chheun korhas
Dyota-has daarith seki shaatan munz
Vaen Gham chhunna he assi raav so koll
Ragi ragi munz dil kaen khaanan munz
Chhoklad gaamet armaanan munz
Soyi koll chha pakaan
soyi koll chha grazzan.


( Avtar Mota)

In English, I would say like this:-

( My lost river )

The river that nourished my entire being,
The river that filled colours in my appearances,
They cut me off from it,
They snatched it from me ,
throwing me into
deserts and arid lands.
Now ,I don't worry for that loss,
Now I don't say I lost that river

Every pore and every vein,

inside every chamber of my heart,

through every wounded desire,

that river keeps flowing,
that river keeps gushing with noise ..

( Avtar Mota )





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