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Ahmad Ali
Oct 15, 2012, 5:45:28 AM10/15/12
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احمد علی برقی اعظمی ۔۔ غزل ۱
باغِ حیات پھولتا پھلتا
دکھائی دے
وہ مثلِ گُل ہمیشہ
مہکتا دکھائی دے
اقبال اُس کا یونہی
ہمیشہ رہے بلند
وہ مِثلِ مہر و ماہ
چمکتا دکھائی دے
بامِ عروج پر رہے ہر
وقت تابناک
حُسن و شباب اُس کا نہ
ڈھلتا دکھائی دے
اُس کے سوا کسی پہ نہ
میری نظر پڑے
ہر سو اُسی کا جلوۂ
زیبا دکھائی دے
گلچیں کو گُل کے حال پہ
آئے گا تَب تَرَس
’’ جب چشمِ گُل سے خون
اُبَلتا دکھائی دے‘‘
آدابِ بزمِ شوق کا جس
کو نہیں لحاظ
اُس سے کہو یہاں سے وہ
چلتا دکھائی دے
یارب کچھ ایسا کردے کہ
میری نگاہ میں
جو بھی بکھر رہا ہے
سنورتا دکھائی دے
احمد علی برقی اعظمی ۔۔۔ غزل ۲
کچھ کام آسکوں میں کسی
بدنصیب کے
جو گِر رہا ہے مجھ کو
اُبھرتا دکھائی دے
بے خوف ہوکے جی سکے ملت
کا ہر جواں
کوئی بھی اب کسی سے نہ
ڈرتا دکھائی دے
وہ رزمگاہِ زیست میں
سینہ سپر رہے
ایڑی رگڑ رگڑ کے نہ
مرتا دکھائی دے
ہو جورِ ناروا کا نہ
کوئی کہیں شکار
ہر سمت عدل و داد کا
چرچا دکھائی دے
جس کے غرورِ ناز سے
نالاں ہیں اہلِ دل
جاہ و جلال اُس کا
اُترتا دکھائی دے
کردی ہے جس نے نیند
زمانے کی اب حرام
بامِ عروج سے مجھے
گِرتادکھائی دے
روشن کروں زمانے کو
برقی میں اِس طرح
جگنو کی طرح دل مرا
جلتا دکھائی دے
Thanks & Regards
Dr.Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi
Dr.Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi
Maeraj Jami
Oct 18, 2012, 1:24:10 PM10/18/12
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کیا کوئی صاحب اس غزل کو مکمل مجھے بھیج سکتے ہیں
دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
غالبا یہ غزل قیصر الجعفری کی ہے جو ممبئی میں یا ممبرا میں مقیم تھے
اور شنیدہ ہے کہ ان کے مجموعہ کلام میں بھی ہے اگر یہ غزل حوالے کے ساتھ مل جائے تو کرم ہو گا
جامی
دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
غالبا یہ غزل قیصر الجعفری کی ہے جو ممبئی میں یا ممبرا میں مقیم تھے
اور شنیدہ ہے کہ ان کے مجموعہ کلام میں بھی ہے اگر یہ غزل حوالے کے ساتھ مل جائے تو کرم ہو گا
جامی
Shahzad Aslam
Oct 18, 2012, 2:53:37 PM10/18/12
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Oct 18, 2012, 1:49:29 PM10/18/12
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Jami saheb
youtube per pankaj udhas ki ghazal per likh kar puri ghazal suun sakte hain
Khalid Razvi
aapka Mukhlis
Oct 18, 2012, 3:29:20 PM10/18/12
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دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
اس بستی میں کون ہمارے آنسو پونچھے گا
جس کو دیکھو اس کا دامن بھیگا لگتا ہے
جس کو دیکھو اس کا دامن بھیگا لگتا ہے
دنیا بھر کی یادیں ہم سے ملنے آتی ہیں
شام ڈھلے اس سونے گھر میں میلہ لگتا ہے
شام ڈھلے اس سونے گھر میں میلہ لگتا ہے
کس کو پتھر ماروں ناصر کون پرایا لگتا ہے
شیش محل میں اک اک چہرہ اپنا لگتا ہے
aleem khan
Oct 18, 2012, 3:51:30 PM10/18/12
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دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے |
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائي گے ایسا لگتا ہے کتنے دن کے پیاسے ہوں گے یارو سوچو تو شبنم کا قطرہ بھی جن کو دریا لگتا ہے آنکھوں کو بھی لے ڈوبا یہ دل کا پاگل پن آتے جاتے جو ملتا ہے تم سا لگتا ہے اس بستی میں کون ہمارے آنسو پوچھے گا جو ملتا ہے اس کا دامن بھیگا لگتا ہے دنیا بھر کی یادیں ہم سے ملنے آتی ہے |
شام ڈھلے اس سونے گھر میں میلہ لگتا ہے |
کس کو پتھر ماروں قیصر کون پرایا ہے شیش محل میں اک اک چہرا ، اپنا لگتا ہے --- On Thu, 10/18/12, aapka Mukhlis <aap...@yahoo.com> wrote: |
aapka Mukhlis
Oct 18, 2012, 3:58:30 PM10/18/12
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یہ عجیب مسئلہ ہے
مجھے یہ غزل ناصر کاظمی کے نام سے ملی ہے
اور آپ کو قیصر کے نام سے
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aleem khan
Oct 18, 2012, 4:05:19 PM10/18/12
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السلام علیکم جس نے بھی ناصر کاظمی کے نام سے پہنچائی اسے غلط فہمی ہوئی ہے۔ یہ قیصر الجعفری کی مشہورِزمانہ غزل ہے۔ جس کو گانے کی اجازت کیلئے غلام علی یا غلام فرید صابری خاص طور پر بمبئی گئے تھے اور قیصر الجعفری کا گھر کسی تنگ گلی میں تھا جہاں کار نہیں جاتی تھی تو انہیں کافی پیدل جانا پڑا تھا۔ غلام علی تھے یا غلام فرید صابری میں یہ بھول گیا لیکن یہ واقعہ خود قیصر
الجعفری مرحوم نے مجھے سنایا تھا جب وہ بقیدِ حیات تھے۔ علیم خان فلکی |
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Abida Rahmani
Oct 18, 2012, 6:26:06 PM10/18/12
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| گانے والے تو غلام علی ہیں -غزل جسکی بھی ہو میرے کانوں میں ابھی غلام علی کی آواز گونج رہی ہے- غلام فرید صابری تو قوال تھے- Abida Rahmani --- On Thu, 10/18/12, aleem khan <aleem...@yahoo.com> wrote: |
Maeraj Jami
Oct 18, 2012, 11:46:25 PM10/18/12
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برادر یہ غزل قیصر الجعفری کی ہے ناصر کی نہیں
اور یہ ناصر کیا ناصر کاظمی ہیں؟
جامی
اور یہ ناصر کیا ناصر کاظمی ہیں؟
جامی
2012/10/19 aapka Mukhlis <aap...@yahoo.com>
Maeraj Jami
Oct 19, 2012, 12:27:48 AM10/19/12
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آپ نے درست لکھا البتہ غزل قیصر الجعفری کی ہی ہے جو بھارتی تھے
غلام علی کی یہ گائی ہوئی غزل میرے کانوں میں بھی گونج رہی ہے
یہ بہت مشہور ہوئی تھی اور پاکستان کے چائے خانوں میں اس کے ریکارڈ متواتر بجتے تھے
جامی
غلام علی کی یہ گائی ہوئی غزل میرے کانوں میں بھی گونج رہی ہے
یہ بہت مشہور ہوئی تھی اور پاکستان کے چائے خانوں میں اس کے ریکارڈ متواتر بجتے تھے
جامی
2012/10/19 Abida Rahmani <abidar...@yahoo.com>
Maeraj Jami
Oct 18, 2012, 11:54:37 PM10/18/12
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آپ بالکل درست کہہ رہے ہیں بس گلوکار کے نام میں آپ کو مغالطہ ہو رہا ہے یہ غزل غلام علی نے گائی ہے
بہت شکریہ
جامی
بہت شکریہ
جامی
2012/10/19 aleem khan <aleem...@yahoo.com>
Maeraj Jami
Oct 18, 2012, 11:58:26 PM10/18/12
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شہزاد اسلم صاحب
آپ کا بے حد شکریہ
آپ نے اوراحمد صفی نے جو مطلع لکھا ہے وہ ہی درست لگتا ہے کہ
دیواروں سے مل کر رونا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
جب کہ یہ مطلع زبان زد عام ہے کہ
دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
جامی
آپ کا بے حد شکریہ
آپ نے اوراحمد صفی نے جو مطلع لکھا ہے وہ ہی درست لگتا ہے کہ
دیواروں سے مل کر رونا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہم بھی پاگل ہو جائیں گے ایسا لگتا ہے
2012/10/18 Shahzad Aslam <shahza...@hotmail.co.uk>
Maeraj Jami
Oct 18, 2012, 11:52:45 PM10/18/12
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نہیں برادر یہ غزل تو قیصر الجعفری کی ہی ہے اور قیصر الجعفری بھارتی تھے مگر یہ غزل نذیر قیصر کے نام سے بھی مشہور ہوئی ہے جو پاکستانی تھے ہو سکتا ہے کہ خود نذیر قیصر نے ایسا نہ کیا ہو تخلص قیصر دیکھ کر غزلوں کے انتخاب مرتب کرنے والوں نے ان کے کھاتے میں ڈال دیا ہو پھر یہ پوری غزل میرے تھی مگر بہت پہلے جب یہ گائی گئی تھی اب اس کی ضرورت پڑی تو آپ احباب کو زحمت دی کئی احباب نے یہ غزل بھیجی ہے سب کا بے حد شکریہ
جامی
جامی
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Maeraj Jami
Oct 18, 2012, 11:47:33 PM10/18/12
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Sohail Ahmed Siddiqui
Oct 19, 2012, 12:21:48 AM10/19/12
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Janab aap ko mughaalta hooa.....Qaiserul Jaafri kee wo Ghazal, jis per unn k, Naseer Turabi aur Saleem Kausar k darmiyaan maamooli farq se hairat ungez mumaaslat ka Tanazu hai, wo hai: MeiN khayaal hooN kisi aur ka mujhay souchta koi aur hai
2. DeewaarouN se baateiN kerna Hakeem Nasir kee Ghazal hai, jo kuchh saal pehlay faut hooay; unn per aik maqaami jariday ne Number nikala; fursat meiN talash ker k pesh ker dooN ga; uss meiN uss samet baaz Kalaam majood hai.
2012/10/19 Abida Rahmani <abidar...@yahoo.com>
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aleem khan
Oct 19, 2012, 1:37:42 AM10/19/12
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اصل مصرعہ یہی ہے "دیواروں سے مل کر رونا اچھا لگتا ہے"۔ غلام علی صاحب نے ان سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے کہنے کی اجازت مانگی اور قیصر صاحب نے قبول کرلیا تھا۔ --- On Fri, 10/19/12, Maeraj Jami <maera...@gmail.com> wrote: |
nasirali syed
Oct 19, 2012, 4:12:17 AM10/19/12
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mery bhaee roune se pagaloun ka kia kam..........wo ya to hanste rehte hain ya pher.... khud se(DEWAROUNse) batain krtai hain .
Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 08:58:26 +0500
Subject: Re: {15299}
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nasirali syed
Oct 19, 2012, 4:15:18 AM10/19/12
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mery bhaee wo ghazal abida parveen ne gaee hai(JAB SE TOO NE MUJHE DEEWANA BANA RAKHA HAI) hakeem nasir ki hai....nasir,peshawar
Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 09:21:48 +0500
Subject: Re: {15299} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
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allymamod asuf
Oct 19, 2012, 8:59:41 AM10/19/12
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اراکینِ بزم آداب و تسلیمات
کر رہا ہوںSHAREمیں ایک غزل آپ کی خدمت میں
غزل
قدم اُٹھے تو گلی سے گلی نکلتی رہی
نظر دیے کی طرح چوکھٹوں پہ جلتی رہی
کچھ ایسی تیز نہ تھی اُس کے انتظار کی آنچ
یہ زندگی ہی مری برف تھی پگھلتی رہی
سروں کے پھول سرِ نوکِ نیزہ ہنستے رہے
یہ فصل سوکھی ہوئی ٹہنیوں پہ پھلتی
رہی
ہتھیلیوں نے بچایا بہت چراغوں کو
مگر ہوا ہی عجب زاویے بدلتی رہی
دیارِ دل میں کبھی صبح کا گجر نہ بجا
بس ایک درد کی شب ساری عمر ڈھلتی رہی
میں اپنے وقت سے آگے نکل گیا ہوتا
مگر زمیں بھی مرے ساتھ ساتھ چلتی رہی
عرفان صدیقی
regards
Dr. asuf ali adil
Dr. asuf ali adil
MAURITIUS
Sent: Friday, October 19,
2012 7:46 AM
Subject: Re: {15299} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
Subject: Re: {15299} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
Maeraj Jami
Oct 19, 2012, 10:29:01 AM10/19/12
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برادر
مجھے حکیم ناصر کی وہ غزل پوری درکار ہے
جب بھی موقع ملے ڈھونڈ کر میل کر دیجیے گا
جامی
مجھے حکیم ناصر کی وہ غزل پوری درکار ہے
جب بھی موقع ملے ڈھونڈ کر میل کر دیجیے گا
جامی
2012/10/19 nasirali syed <nasira...@hotmail.com>
Gul Bakhshalvi
Oct 19, 2012, 10:21:01 AM10/19/12
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aapka Mukhlis
Oct 19, 2012, 12:10:13 PM10/19/12
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جب سے تو نے مجھے دیوانہ بنا رکھا ہے
سنگ ہر شخص نے ہاتھوں میں اٹھا رکھا ہے
پتھرو ! آج میرے سر پہ برستے کیوں ہو
میں نے تم کو بھی کبھی اپنا خدا رکھا ہے
اس کے دل پر بھی کڑی عشق میں گزری ہو گی
نام جس نے بھی محبت کا سزا رکھا ہے
اب مری دید کی دنیا بھی تماشائی ہے
تو نے کیا مجھہ کو محبت میں بنا رکھا ہے
غم نہیں گل جو کئے گھر کے ہواؤں نے چراغ
ہم نے دل کا بھی دِیا ایک جلا رکھا ہے
پی جا ایام کی تلخی کو بھی ہنس کے ناصر
غم کو سہنے میں بھی قدرت نے مزہ رکھا ہے
سنگ ہر شخص نے ہاتھوں میں اٹھا رکھا ہے
پتھرو ! آج میرے سر پہ برستے کیوں ہو
میں نے تم کو بھی کبھی اپنا خدا رکھا ہے
اس کے دل پر بھی کڑی عشق میں گزری ہو گی
نام جس نے بھی محبت کا سزا رکھا ہے
اب مری دید کی دنیا بھی تماشائی ہے
تو نے کیا مجھہ کو محبت میں بنا رکھا ہے
غم نہیں گل جو کئے گھر کے ہواؤں نے چراغ
ہم نے دل کا بھی دِیا ایک جلا رکھا ہے
پی جا ایام کی تلخی کو بھی ہنس کے ناصر
غم کو سہنے میں بھی قدرت نے مزہ رکھا ہے
From: Maeraj Jami <maera...@gmail.com>
To: BAZMe...@googlegroups.com
Sent: Friday, October 19, 2012 5:29 PM
Subject: Re: {15321} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
برادر
مجھے حکیم ناصر کی وہ غزل پوری درکار ہے
جب بھی موقع ملے ڈھونڈ کر میل کر دیجیے گا
جامی
2012/10/19 nasirali syed <nasira...@hotmail.com>
mery bhaee wo ghazal abida parveen ne gaee hai(JAB SE TOO NE MUJHE DEEWANA BANA RAKHA HAI) hakeem nasir ki hai....nasir,peshawar
Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 09:21:48 +0500Subject: Re: {15299} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہےFrom: sohailahme...@gmail.comTo: bazme...@googlegroups.com
2012/10/19 Abida Rahmani <abidar...@yahoo.com>
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زبان اور ادب کی بے لوث خدمت میں مصروف چند ادارے
کسوٹی جد http://www.kasautijadeed.com/cms/
اردو آڈیو اور ویڈیوکا دنیا میں سب سے بڑا ذخیرہ http://www.urduaudio.com/
سہ ماہی اثباتhttp://www.esbaatpublications.com/
کمپیوٹرانٹرنیٹ پر مائکروسوفٹ ورڈ میں اور ای میل میں اردو تحریر کے لیےhttp://www.urdu.ca/ - http://www.mbilalm.com/
http://www.wadi-e-urdu.com/urdu-autobiographies-part-1/
راشد اشرف کی تحریروں کے لیے
http://www.hamariweb.com/articles/userarticles.aspx?id=4760
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aapka Mukhlis
Oct 19, 2012, 12:14:37 PM10/19/12
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جب سے تو نے مجھے دیوانہ بنا رکھا ہے
سنگ ہر شخص نے ہاتھوں میں اُٹھا رکھا ہے
اُس کے دل پر بھی کڑی عشق میں گزری ہو گی
اُس کے دل پر بھی کڑی عشق میں گزری ہو گی
نام جس نے بھی محبت کا سزا رکھا ہے
پتھرو آج میرے سر پر برستے کیوں ہو
میں نے تم کو بھی کبھی اپنا خدا رکھا ہے
اب میری دید کی دنیا بھی تماشائی ہے
تو نے کیا مجھ کو محبت میں بنا رکھا ہے
پی جا ایام کی تلخی کو ہنس کر ناصر
غم کو سہنے میں بھی قدرت نے مزا رکھا ہے
From: Maeraj Jami <maera...@gmail.com>
To: BAZMe...@googlegroups.com
Sent: Friday, October 19, 2012 5:29 PM
Subject: Re: {15321} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
برادر
مجھے حکیم ناصر کی وہ غزل پوری درکار ہے
جب بھی موقع ملے ڈھونڈ کر میل کر دیجیے گا
جامی
2012/10/19 nasirali syed <nasira...@hotmail.com>
mery bhaee wo ghazal abida parveen ne gaee hai(JAB SE TOO NE MUJHE DEEWANA BANA RAKHA HAI) hakeem nasir ki hai....nasir,peshawar
Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 09:21:48 +0500Subject: Re: {15299} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہےFrom: sohailahme...@gmail.comTo: bazme...@googlegroups.com
2012/10/19 Abida Rahmani <abidar...@yahoo.com>
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Sohail Ahmed SiddiquiWriter, Poet, Journalist, TV writer-cum-hostFounding Editor, Haiku Internationalhttp://sohailahmedsiddiqui.wordpress.com/
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زبان اور ادب کی بے لوث خدمت میں مصروف چند ادارے
کسوٹی جد http://www.kasautijadeed.com/cms/
اردو آڈیو اور ویڈیوکا دنیا میں سب سے بڑا ذخیرہ http://www.urduaudio.com/
سہ ماہی اثباتhttp://www.esbaatpublications.com/
کمپیوٹرانٹرنیٹ پر مائکروسوفٹ ورڈ میں اور ای میل میں اردو تحریر کے لیےhttp://www.urdu.ca/ - http://www.mbilalm.com/
http://www.wadi-e-urdu.com/urdu-autobiographies-part-1/
راشد اشرف کی تحریروں کے لیے
http://www.hamariweb.com/articles/userarticles.aspx?id=4760
To read the archives https://groups.google.com/group/BAZMeQALAM/topics
To receive an invitation to JOIN send mail to bazme...@gmail.com
To invite your friends to Bazm e Qalam group http://groups.google.com/group/BAZMeQALAM/members_invite
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http://www.facebook.com/bazmeqalam.googlegroup
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aapka Mukhlis
Oct 19, 2012, 12:18:36 PM10/19/12
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جب سے تو نے مجھے دیوانہ بنا رکھا ہے
سنگ ہر شخص نے ہاتھوں میں اٹھا رکھا ہے
اس کے دل پر بھی کڑی عشق میں گزری ہو گی
اس کے دل پر بھی کڑی عشق میں گزری ہو گی
نام جس نے بھی محبت کا سزا رکھا ہے
پتھرو آج میرے سر پر برستے کیوں ہو
میں نے تم کو بھی کبھی اپنا خدا رکھا ہے
اب میری دید کی دنیا بھی تماشائی ہے
تو نے کیا مجھ کو محبت میں بنا رکھا ہے
پتھرو آج میرے سر پر برستے کیوں ہو
میں نے تم کو بھی کبھی اپنا خدا رکھا ہے
اب میری دید کی دنیا بھی تماشائی ہے
تو نے کیا مجھ کو محبت میں بنا رکھا ہے
غم نہیں گل جو کیے گھر کے ہواؤں نے چراغ
ہم نے دل کا بھی دیا ایک جلا رکھا ہے
پی جا ایام کی تلخی کو بھی ہنس کر ناصر
غم کو سہنے میں بھی قدرت نے مزہ رکھا ہے
ہم نے دل کا بھی دیا ایک جلا رکھا ہے
پی جا ایام کی تلخی کو بھی ہنس کر ناصر
غم کو سہنے میں بھی قدرت نے مزہ رکھا ہے
From: aapka Mukhlis <aap...@yahoo.com>
To: "bazme...@googlegroups.com" <bazme...@googlegroups.com>
Sent: Friday, October 19, 2012 7:14 PM
Subject: Re: {15327} جب سے تو نے مجھے دیوانہ بنا رکھا ہے
جب سے تو نے مجھے دیوانہ بنا رکھا ہے
سنگ ہر شخص نے ہاتھوں میں اُٹھا رکھا ہے
اُس کے دل پر بھی کڑی عشق میں گزری ہو گی
نام جس نے بھی محبت کا سزا رکھا ہے
پتھرو آج میرے سر پر برستے کیوں ہو
میں نے تم کو بھی کبھی اپنا خدا رکھا ہے
اب میری دید کی دنیا بھی تماشائی ہے
تو نے کیا مجھ کو محبت میں بنا رکھا ہے
پی جا ایام کی تلخی کو ہنس کر ناصر
غم کو سہنے میں بھی قدرت نے مزا رکھا ہے
From: Maeraj Jami <maera...@gmail.com>
To: BAZMe...@googlegroups.com
Sent: Friday, October 19, 2012 5:29 PM
Subject: Re: {15321} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
برادر
مجھے حکیم ناصر کی وہ غزل پوری درکار ہے
جب بھی موقع ملے ڈھونڈ کر میل کر دیجیے گا
جامی
2012/10/19 nasirali syed <nasira...@hotmail.com>
mery bhaee wo ghazal abida parveen ne gaee hai(JAB SE TOO NE MUJHE DEEWANA BANA RAKHA HAI) hakeem nasir ki hai....nasir,peshawar
Date: Fri, 19 Oct 2012 09:21:48 +0500 Subject: Re: {15299} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے From: sohailahme...@gmail.com To: bazme...@googlegroups.com
Sohail Ahmed SiddiquiWriter, Poet, Journalist, TV writer-cum-hostFounding Editor, Haiku Internationalhttp://sohailahmedsiddiqui.wordpress.com/
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شکریہ آپ کا
جامی
شکریہ آپ کا
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qamar Abbasi
Oct 20, 2012, 2:13:46 AM10/20/12
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عابدہ رحمانی صاحبہ تسلیم !
مراسلہ پڑھ کر افسوس ہوا ۔ اگر واقعی زبان کا صحیح استعمال کرنا ہے تو قراۤن کریم سے باتیں
کرنا چاہئے یہ دنیا چند روزہ ہے اور اس کے بعد کی زندگی ہی اصل زندگی ہےاس کی تیاری ہی
کے لئے اس دنیا کا نظام قائم کیا گیا ہے ۔ براہِ کرم اگر کوئی تکلیف پہنچی تو ضرور تحریر
کیجئے گا ۔ اۤپ کی دعاوٴں کا طالب قمر عباس
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Abida Rahmani
--- On Thu, 10/18/12, aleem khan wrote:
From: aleem khan
Subject: Re: {15294} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
To: bazme...@googlegroups.com
Date: Thursday, October 18, 2012, 1:05 PM
السلام علیکم
جس نے بھی ناصر
کاظمی کے نام سے پہنچائی اسے غلط فہمی ہوئی ہے۔ یہ قیصر الجعفری کی مشہورِزمانہ غزل ہے۔ جس
کو گانے کی اجازت کیلئے غلام علی یا غلام فرید صابری خاص طور پر بمبئی گئے تھے اور قیصر
الجعفری کا گھر کسی تنگ گلی میں تھا جہاں کار نہیں جاتی تھی تو انہیں کافی پیدل جانا پڑا تھا۔
غلام علی تھے یا غلام فرید صابری میں یہ بھول گیا لیکن یہ واقعہ خود قیصر
الجعفری مرحوم نے مجھے سنایا تھا جب وہ بقیدِ حیات تھے۔
علیم خان فلکی
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From: aapka Mukhlis
Subject: Re: {15293} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
To: "bazme...@googlegroups.com"
Date: Thursday, October 18, 2012, 11:58 PM
یہ عجیب مسئلہ ہے
مجھے یہ غزل ناصر کاظمی کے نام سے ملی ہے
اور آپ کو قیصر کے نام سے
From: aleem khan
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Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2012 10:51 PM
Subject: Re: {15292} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہےہم بھی پاگل ہو جائي گے ایسا لگتا ہےکتنے دن کے پیاسے
ہوں گے یارو سوچو توشبنم کا قطرہ بھی جن کو دریا لگتا ہےآنکھوں کو بھی لے ڈوبا یہ دل کا
پاگل پنآتے جاتے جو
ملتا ہے تم سا لگتا ہےاس بستی میں کون ہمارے آنسو پوچھے گاجو ملتا ہے اس کا دامن بھیگا
لگتا ہےدنیا بھر کی یادیں ہم سے ملنے آتی ہےشام ڈھلے اس سونے گھر میں میلہ لگتا ہےکس کو
پتھر ماروں قیصر کون پرایا ہےشیش محل میں اک اک چہرا ، اپنا لگتا ہے
--- On Thu, 10/18/12, aapka Mukhlis wrote:QAMAR ABBASI
مراسلہ پڑھ کر افسوس ہوا ۔ اگر واقعی زبان کا صحیح استعمال کرنا ہے تو قراۤن کریم سے باتیں
کرنا چاہئے یہ دنیا چند روزہ ہے اور اس کے بعد کی زندگی ہی اصل زندگی ہےاس کی تیاری ہی
کے لئے اس دنیا کا نظام قائم کیا گیا ہے ۔ براہِ کرم اگر کوئی تکلیف پہنچی تو ضرور تحریر
کیجئے گا ۔ اۤپ کی دعاوٴں کا طالب قمر عباس
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Abida Rahmani
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From: aleem khan
Subject: Re: {15294} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
To: bazme...@googlegroups.com
Date: Thursday, October 18, 2012, 1:05 PM
السلام علیکم
جس نے بھی ناصر
کاظمی کے نام سے پہنچائی اسے غلط فہمی ہوئی ہے۔ یہ قیصر الجعفری کی مشہورِزمانہ غزل ہے۔ جس
کو گانے کی اجازت کیلئے غلام علی یا غلام فرید صابری خاص طور پر بمبئی گئے تھے اور قیصر
الجعفری کا گھر کسی تنگ گلی میں تھا جہاں کار نہیں جاتی تھی تو انہیں کافی پیدل جانا پڑا تھا۔
غلام علی تھے یا غلام فرید صابری میں یہ بھول گیا لیکن یہ واقعہ خود قیصر
الجعفری مرحوم نے مجھے سنایا تھا جب وہ بقیدِ حیات تھے۔
علیم خان فلکی
From: aapka Mukhlis
Subject: Re: {15293} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
To: "bazme...@googlegroups.com"
Date: Thursday, October 18, 2012, 11:58 PM
یہ عجیب مسئلہ ہے
مجھے یہ غزل ناصر کاظمی کے نام سے ملی ہے
اور آپ کو قیصر کے نام سے
From: aleem khan
To: bazme...@googlegroups.com
Sent: Thursday, October 18, 2012 10:51 PM
Subject: Re: {15292} دیواروں سے باتیں کرنا اچھا لگتا ہے
ہوں گے یارو سوچو توشبنم کا قطرہ بھی جن کو دریا لگتا ہےآنکھوں کو بھی لے ڈوبا یہ دل کا
پاگل پنآتے جاتے جو
ملتا ہے تم سا لگتا ہےاس بستی میں کون ہمارے آنسو پوچھے گاجو ملتا ہے اس کا دامن بھیگا
لگتا ہےدنیا بھر کی یادیں ہم سے ملنے آتی ہےشام ڈھلے اس سونے گھر میں میلہ لگتا ہےکس کو
پتھر ماروں قیصر کون پرایا ہےشیش محل میں اک اک چہرا ، اپنا لگتا ہے
--- On Thu, 10/18/12, aapka Mukhlis wrote:
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Abida Rahmani
Oct 20, 2012, 11:43:39 PM10/20/12
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Feroz Afridi
Apr 25, 2007, 3:41:13 PM4/25/07
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گل کو اللہ بخشے یہ حضرت گل بخشالوی ہے بخشانوی
نہیں۔
ویسے بخشالی مردان کے ایک گاؤں کا نام
ہے
دوسرۓ حضرات اپنے ملک یا صوبے /ریاست کے
حوالے سے اپنے نام کو زینت بخشتے ہیں مگر ہمارے بخشالوی صاحب اپنے گاوں کے
عشق میں مبتلا ہیں۔
بخشالی سے یاد ایا غالبا اسلامیہ کالج میں فرمان
الدین بخشالوی کے نام سے ایک پروفیسر صاحب بھی ہوا کرتے تھے۔
جس کے بارے میں پروفیسر ڈاکٹر ہمایوں ہما صاحب بہتر طور پر بتا سکتے ہیں
جس کے بارے میں پروفیسر ڈاکٹر ہمایوں ہما صاحب بہتر طور پر بتا سکتے ہیں
مگر کوئی 20 سال پہلے ڈاکٹر اسرار صاحب کے ایک
انشائیہ نما خاکے ميں اسکا ذکر خیر پڑھا تھا جس سے یہ تاثر ملتا تھا کہ پروفیسر
بخشالوی صاحب اگر دن کو ایک دفعہ رات کہہ دیتے تو کوئی مائی کا لال اسے
دن ثابت کرسکتا تھا۔
اگر کوئی زیادہ ھی انکے سامنے بضد رہتا تو پروفیسر صاحب اپنی خاندانی پسٹل نکال کر ضد کرنے والے کو ڈراتا تھا۔
اگر کوئی زیادہ ھی انکے سامنے بضد رہتا تو پروفیسر صاحب اپنی خاندانی پسٹل نکال کر ضد کرنے والے کو ڈراتا تھا۔
معلوم نہیں اس بات میں صداقت ہے بھی کہ
نہیں مگر اگر کسی کو یقین نہ ائے تو گل بخشالوی صاحب سے پوچھ سکتے
ہیں
Gul Bakhshalvi
Oct 24, 2012, 5:43:51 AM10/24/12
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فیروز بھائ آداب
آپ نے خوب لکھا واقعی بخشالی مردان میں ایک گاوں ہے لیکن اگر بقول آپ کے میں اپنے
نام کے سابقے میں مردانوی یا مردانی لکھ دوں تو اس کی وضاحت کون کرے گا میں تو وضاحت
سے رہا ، جہاں تک فرمان الدین بخشالوی صاحب کی بات ہے تو وہ آج بھی بقید حیات ہیں اور
ولی خان یونیورسٹی میں اعزای پوسٹ پر ہیں
رہی بات ہمایوں ھما صا حب کی تو وہ پوچھ کر بتاوں گا
گل بخشالوی
2007/4/25 Feroz Afridi <feroz...@qatar.net.qa>
Haroon Wasti
Oct 26, 2012, 2:34:44 AM10/26/12
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Koi lamha bhi kabhi laut kar nahee aya
Woh shaqhs aisa gaya phir nazar nahee aya
Aa.Ndhii chalii to naqsh-e-kaf-e-paa nahii.n milaa
Dil jis se mil gayaa vo dubaaraa nahii.n milaa
Aavaaz ko to kaun samajhataa ki duur duur
Khaamoshiyo.n kaa dard-shanaasaa nahii.n milaa
Ham anjuman me.n sab kii taraf dekhate rahe
Apanii tarah se ko_ii akelaa nahii.n milaa
Kachche gha.De ne jiit lii nadii cha.Dhii hu_ii
Mazabuut kashtiyo.n ko kinaaraa nahii.n milaa
Dil jis se mil gayaa vo dubaaraa nahii.n milaa
Aavaaz ko to kaun samajhataa ki duur duur
Khaamoshiyo.n kaa dard-shanaasaa nahii.n milaa
Ham anjuman me.n sab kii taraf dekhate rahe
Apanii tarah se ko_ii akelaa nahii.n milaa
Kachche gha.De ne jiit lii nadii cha.Dhii hu_ii
Mazabuut kashtiyo.n ko kinaaraa nahii.n milaa
Mustafa Zaidi
About Shennaz
Utra tha jis pay baab-e-haya ka warq warq
Bistar ki aik aik shikan ki shareek thee
You may like to know more about this very creative poet. Here are some suggestions.
Wikipedia has a biography at:
About his death see an article, MURDER OR SUICIDE, in DAWN at
“Main kis kay haath pay apna luhoo talash karoon
Tamaam shehr nay pehnay huay hain dastaanay”
You may like to read another useful article at the following
link
Click on the following link to read
Six Poems by Mustafa Zaidi
With an Elegy by Salam Machhli-shahri
AND AT
Mustafa and Josh
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Mohammed Aziz Haji Dossa (Alex London)
My elder brother Nissar knew Mustafa Zaidi and his Austrian wife Vera from the Sindh Club. Nissar’s good friend Mohammed Saleem, Karachi’s flamboyant, bon vivant, the King Cotton, of the sixties and architect of the Crescent Group of Companies was acquainted with Mustafa and Vera. Mohammed Saleem had introduced Mustafa and Vera to Nissar. Mustafa had also developed close connections with Hamid Dawood Habib, Managing Director of Habib Sugar Mills, Nawabshah.
Mustafa was the Deputy Commissioner of Nawabshah when he was abruptly dismissed from the Civil Services by the Martial Law Administrator, President of Pakistan General Yahya Khan on December 2, 1969. He was conveyed this terrible news, that he was relieved as Deputy Collector when he and Vera were having lunch with Hamid Dawood Habib at the Habib Sugar Mills, in Nawabshah. Mustafa’s dismissal from the services was because of his publicized, known affairs with one of the assorted girl friends of General Yahya Khan namely Shehnaz Gul. ( How can some one even think that Yahya would tolerate ZAB for a big issue like East Pakistan for a second , where he could not tolerate Mustafa Zaidi for such a small irritation )
Mustafa Zaidi was born on October 15, 1930, in Allahabad, pre-partition India.
City is on the confluence of India’s towering rivers Ganges and Jumna. Allahabad is known for the avant-garde, cultured, erudite, spoken and written Urdu language. Allahabad is where Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru, studied, lived his formative years. Father Jawaharlal and daughter Indira spoke chaste Urdu. Following his abrupt dismissal from the services on December 2, 1969, Mustafa Zaidi moved from Nawabshah to Karachi, with his Austrian wife Vera and son Mujtaba and daughter Ismet. They stayed at the Sindh Club. Differences evoked between Vera and Mustafa, over his ongoing romance with Shehnaz Gul. Facts are Shehnaz Gul was enamored by his poetry and participation in Mushairas. A month before his untimely death on October 12, 1970, he was in the forefront of the Mushaira, regaled in his dress suit and matching bowtie, with Shehnaz Gul, seated in a chair on the stage. He had spell-bound his listeners in Nishtar Park what was then known as Patel Park. That got Shehnaz Gul closer to him who had a yearning for Urdu poetry. However, Shehnaz’s keen interest in Mustafa further estranged his wife Vera. Her husband was without a job and remunerations, perquisites of a senior civil servant. To make ends meet, expenses of the couple, son Mujtaba and daughter Ismet in the Sindh Club, Vera secured employment as a Translator from Urdu to German/English in the Austrian Consulate of Karachi. Vera had picked up reading and writing Urdu from her husband Mustafa. In the Austrian premises, timings were long.
Translation work was demanding for Vera, Pakistan was adrift in a War. During the fortnight of September 1970, Vera abruptly separated from the poet, resigned from her job in the Austrian Embassy and flew out from Karachi to Vienna. She was very angry, had taken exception and was profoundly hurt, with Mustafa’s libertine ways, flagrant and open indulgence with a woman. Vera had taken their children Mujtaba and Ismet, intent that they should continue their education in Vienna. Vera confided to her fellow German Ruth Shaffi and Mustafa and Vera’s close friends Eddie (Ahmed) Dada enough was enough and that she could take no more of this flaunting by Mustafa. Alone and with Shehnaz hovering over him, Mustafa left the Sindh Club and shifted to the guest house of Ahmed Peerbhoy in the K.D.A. Ahmed Peerbhoy was a reputed playboy, divorced from his wife Ayisha, from whom he had a son Mahmud and daughter Samira. Rumored had it that Ahmed Peerbhoy was carrying on with an Anglo Indian wife of a Sindh politician.
In the late sixties and early seventies, Ahmed Peerbhoy’s firm Peerbhoy Cotton, ranked among the largest exporters of Cotton, in the Karachi Cotton Exchange. Ahmed Peerbhoy was described by columnists of the local press as the best dressed man of Karachi’s diplomatic and social circle. His younger brothers, Rafiq and Amir had the very, lucrative dealership in Pakistan of Datsun Motor Cars. Showroom was on Mcleod Road now styled as Chundrighar Road.
Ahmed Peerbhoy and the Deputy Collector of Customs’ Oil, Abdul Harris who had shared the Platform of delivering Mushariras with Mustafa Zaidi’s in Patel Park, had managed to remove Mustafa’s name from the E.C.L (Exit Control List), knowing of his yearning to follow his wife Vera to Vienna. 303 Senior Officers were marginalized by Yahya Khan in the notorious Martial Law Order No. 58, promulgated on December 2, 1969. Establishment referred to it, as the three naught three, Ordinance.
Among the Officers rusticated, was my good friend Akbar Adil, Secretary of the Planning Division. They were restrained from travelling out of Pakistan. Mustafa was the exception. He was allowed to proceed to Vienna.
A lavish farewell on coming October 15 1970, thirty ninth birthday party, for Mustafa Zaidi for ten invitee couples of the key club with drinks flowing freely was given at Nasreen Ball Room, of the Inter Continental Hotel by Ahmed Peerbhoy and Maria, on the night of Saturday, October 11, 1970. Of course in the absence of his Austrian wife, Vera, Mustafa’s escort was the beautiful Afghan woman, fair, light skinned, Shehnaz with blue eyes, slim figure, auburn hair and very good looks. She was in her early twenties, fifteen years younger than the thirty-nine-year-old scholar Mustafa. Shehnaz had captivated the poet, with her domineering manner and abrasive irreverence. Mustafa had become slavishly dependent on Shehnaz, to the point he was frightened, nervous of her in public. Meanwhile, there had been a patch up between Vera and Mustafa, offices of their mutual friends Edie Dada and Bob Odho, paternal grandfather of the actress and T.V. anchor Atiqa Odho. Mustafa Zaidi was scheduled to fly to Frankfurt en route to Vienna where his wife Vera, wanting an amicable relation for children Mujtaba and Ismet was to receive him at the Vienna airport. Vera had found Mustafa, a Professorship in Allama Iqbal’s Heidelberg University. Mustafa was a linguist, fluent in German and French. He was a Junior Professor in the Government College of Lahore, when he took his C.S.P. Exams, where he compiled his masterpiece on Keats. Mustafa Zaidi passed his Civil Services Papers, with, distinctions, flying colors, for his excellent penmanship in English and Urdu. Razor-sharp bureaucrat, his last posting was as Deputy Collector, Nawabshah, where he struck a warm friendship, with the Industrialist, Banker, Philanthropist, inordinately, well read intellectual, Hamid Dawood Habib, Managing Director of Habib Sugar Mills. Hamid Dawood Habib’s hobby was to play golf and horse-riding. He read as many books as possible, in his magnificent library, at his K.D.A. Residence.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER, 11th 1970, & SUNDAY, OCTOBER, 12th 1970
I am stating Ahmed Peerbhoy’s version detailed, of the untimely death of Mustafa Zaidi that was related to me in our Hotel Columbus Lounge, when Pakistan lost its eastern wing, on December 16, 1971. Ahmed Peerbhoy described, morning of October 12, 1970, tables were empty and the Nasreen Ball Room Night Club deserted. Ahmed Peerbhoy and his guests had moved from Nasreen premises to the Demitasse now known as the Marco Polo Restaurant. Shehnaz Gul, Mustafa Zaidi, Maria and Ahmed Peerbhoy were served breakfast in the Demitasse. Shehnaz suddenly screamed at Mustafa. “You only care for yourself. Six months you stay and sleep with me, and now you want to go back to Vera. Don’t you have any feelings for me!
You only feel for yourself. Big problems when I have to get back to Salim and our two daughters. I have to adjust to their maltreatment and ridicule. In the presence of his host Ahmed Peerbhoy and his hostess Maria, half drunken Mustafa, drawled: “I don’t want you to be happy in your home! Shehnaz retorted: “Go to Hell. Never again will I desire to have this affair with you. Did you ever think we would part with a happy note after the time we spent together? You are now leaving me with problems!
“You are fighting with me,” asserted an angry Mustafa rising from his chair. He thanked Ahmed Peerbhoy for the party. Mustafa was scheduled to fly to Frankfurt and then to Vienna by Lufthansa in a ticket arranged by Vera from Vienna, in course of the third week of October 1970. Shehnaz made the sarcastic observation to Ahmed: “I don’t want him. We meet again so that he can enjoy with me and then go back to the churail Vera.” At the Hotel Inter Continental foyer, Maria and Ahmed Peerbhoy wished Shehnaz and Mustafa Adieu. Appearances suggested that they had made up. Thereafter, in the early morning hour, Shehnaz and Mustafa drove from the parking lot in the car of her husband, Salim Gul to Ahmed’s guest house in K.D.A.
Later in the evening, of October 12, 1971, Ahmed got a call from Maria that Mustafa Zaidi had expired, due to the mix of alcohol consumed in the Inter Continental and potent aphrodite of the local Hakims he had been known to take. Maria was at one time a medical student and a former P.I.A. airhostess. Ahmed said, she correctly diagnosed, Mustafa must have had a massive heart attack, due to the co-mingling of aphrodite drugs and alcohol. He was dead, expired in deep somber, before Shehnaz could get medical help. Ahmed telephoned Mustafa’s brother Irtiza in Islamabad and his close friends Hamid Dawood Habib and Mahmud Shirazi in Karachi. Foul play was then not suspected over his death, and it was assumed, he died of an overdose of drugs. However, two days after the funeral on Monday, October 13, 1970, Vera arrived in Karachi from Vienna. To appease the widow Vera, Mustafa’s brother, Irtiza filed an F.I.R. against Shehnaz Gul and had his brother’s remains unearthed from his grave for a postmortem. Nothing incriminating was found on the vesicular tests. However, Police went ahead and arrested, Shehnaz on criminal charges of murder. She was remanded, on a non bailable warrant, and sent to Karachi’s Central Jail.
There was a murder trial. Ahmed Peerbhoy engaged his friend, top criminal lawyer, Sher Mohammed Sheikh, Sheroo to his friends, for the defense of Shehnaz Gul. Shehroo worked very hard and burnt the mid-night oil, in pleading the case against the prosecution. In exonerating Shehnaz Gul under Article 265-K, benefit of doubt, Sheroo relied on the legal adage “the glass was half full of water or half empty.” Evidence could not be substantiated. There were no witnesses to the crime. Shehnaz Gul’s trial had been happily concluded for her, husband Salim and two daughters, the elder one nicknamed Brooke Shields in her Grammar School, for her expertise in swimming and winning all the trophies in her schools Free Style Competition.
Shehnaz Gul was declared a free woman. Mustafa Zaidi murder ended in a blind F.I.R.
People’s Party Government attained power in January 1971. Dreading imprisonment on trumped up charges, Ahmed Peerbhoy, quietly slipped out of Karachi, migrated to London, bought a posh apartment in Knightsbridge, London. Ahmed Peerbhoy passed away due to cardiac afflictions, complications. Maria was by his bed side in St. Thomas Hospital when Ahmed Peerbhoy expired during October 1976. Expatriate Ahmed Peerbhoy was buried in the Wolking Islamic Cemetery. Ahmed’s grave is next to that of the historical figure, Sir Suleman Jetha, President of Muslim League of England. He received Jinnah at the London Airport in the first week of December 1946 when the Founder attended the Round Table Conference with Nehru, Atlee, and Mountbatten. Earlier, Ahmed Peerbhoy got the bad news from Karachi that his once flourishing Cotton business and related Cotton Ginning Factories, established by his father Hassan Ali Peerbhoy, were nationalized by the Bhutto regime. Taken over under the Agrarian Reform Order of July 17, 1976.
KHURASAN BAGH
I am at Mustafa Zaidi’s grave in Khurasan Bagh at least once a week. I reach the eternal abodes of my father, mother, elder sister Mumtaz, brother-in-laws, Arif and Yusuf bhai, etc. I then saunter past the poet’s burial site. My thoughts for the great poet are solidified, will prevail, whether they are good or bad. I recalled Mustafa Hussain Zaidi’s trial. Prosecution charged, allegedly, he was murdered by his insanely jealous mistress Shehnaz Gul on Sunday, October 12, 1970. The motive given, he was bent on abandoning Shehnaz in Karachi for his wife Vera, son Mujtaba, daughter, Ismet in Vienna. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ Shakespeare’s proverb quoted in English papers. Shehnaz had pre-empted that resolve of Mustafa, by allegedly poisoning him. A much talked, printed subject of the early seventies.
Known as the Keats of Urdu Literature, his brother Irtiza assessed, just like Keats, Mustafa’s life was an epitome of tragedy. His promising career in the bureaucracy had been cut short by Yahya Khan on December 2, 1969. Subsequently, nine months thereafter, in September 1970, his wife Vera had left him with their son and daughter for Vienna. Be that it may be, Irtiza told me, Mustafa did not wallow in personal tragedies, for he was conscious of adversities and pitfalls which is the destiny of mankind. For sure, maintained Irtiza, his brother Mustafa would have made a success of his academic career in Heidelberg.
Last time, I met Irtiza was in Khurasan Bagh on the evening of Sunday, April 10, 1988. He was now a grade-22 Officer and Member, Sales Tax, of the Central Board of Revenues. I was leaving for London on the morning of Tuesday, April 12, 1988 with my father, sister Munira, brother-in-law Arif, nephew Abbas Ali, our family Doctor Khalid Mitha for the amputation of my eighty-two-year-old Papa’s Gangrene infected right leg at the Cromwell Hospital. Sunday, April 10, 1988, besides my Mama and Mustafa Zaidi’s graves in Khurasan Bagh, Irtiza and I prayed for the early recovery from amputation, well being of my Papa. Of course, we talked of Mustafa’s immediate family. Unfortunately, the son Mujtaba had died in a road accident in Munich in 1983. He had already written to me about this terrible happening, regretting he could not be close to the son of his brother Mustafa. Irtiza proudly narrated Ismet had grown into a beautiful young lady. She had married an Austrian. They had two daughters the youngest Malice was exceptionally pretty. Ismet had come with her husband, their two children, to Islamabad after the death of her brother Mujtaba, to condole with Irtiza, his mother, wife and family. Irtiza added that Ismet had also gone to Karachi, with the solitary purpose to visit the grave of her illustrious father, Mustafa in Khurasan Bagh. She took her spouse and two daughters, along to the cemetery. Mustafa’s widow Vera had married again.
She had come from Vienna to Karachi, the day after the murder of Mustafa but had never returned to Pakistan, because it revived memories of his death. The poet’s indiscretions with Shehnaz caused all-round troubles, given unhappiness to Vera, children and Mustafa’s immediate family.
Sunday, April 10, 1988, at Khurasan Bagh, even Irtiza was convinced Shehnaz Gul was not in any way responsible for the death of her lover Mustafa. Irtiza told me, we can never know and argue till the end of time, how my brother Mustafa died.
Mustafa Zaidi passed away on Sunday, October 12, 1970. Forty two years there after, Friday, October, 12, 2012, I was on my routine visit to the graves of my parents, sister, brother-in-laws, Seth Mahomed Ali Habib, etc. I noticed a dozen men, women, clustered around the grave of Mustafa Zaidi. Forty two years after his tragic demise, the timeless poetry of Syed Mustafa Hussain Zaidi, has established a following among the younger generation who seem awed by the depth of his brilliant Urdu lyrics and enamored by his shairi. The legacy of Syed Mustafa Hussain Zaidi is revived in his brilliant couplet:
” You desire to see me,
You will have to cross a rock strewn pathway,
There, won’t be a luxurious garden,
Adorning my abode, along the wayside”
My elder brother Nissar knew Mustafa Zaidi and his Austrian wife Vera from the Sindh Club. Nissar’s good friend Mohammed Saleem, Karachi’s flamboyant, bon vivant, the King Cotton, of the sixties and architect of the Crescent Group of Companies was acquainted with Mustafa and Vera. Mohammed Saleem had introduced Mustafa and Vera to Nissar. Mustafa had also developed close connections with Hamid Dawood Habib, Managing Director of Habib Sugar Mills, Nawabshah.
Mustafa was the Deputy Commissioner of Nawabshah when he was abruptly dismissed from the Civil Services by the Martial Law Administrator, President of Pakistan General Yahya Khan on December 2, 1969. He was conveyed this terrible news, that he was relieved as Deputy Collector when he and Vera were having lunch with Hamid Dawood Habib at the Habib Sugar Mills, in Nawabshah. Mustafa’s dismissal from the services was because of his publicized, known affairs with one of the assorted girl friends of General Yahya Khan namely Shehnaz Gul. ( How can some one even think that Yahya would tolerate ZAB for a big issue like East Pakistan for a second , where he could not tolerate Mustafa Zaidi for such a small irritation )
Mustafa Zaidi was born on October 15, 1930, in Allahabad, pre-partition India.
City is on the confluence of India’s towering rivers Ganges and Jumna. Allahabad is known for the avant-garde, cultured, erudite, spoken and written Urdu language. Allahabad is where Pundit Jawaharlal Nehru, studied, lived his formative years. Father Jawaharlal and daughter Indira spoke chaste Urdu. Following his abrupt dismissal from the services on December 2, 1969, Mustafa Zaidi moved from Nawabshah to Karachi, with his Austrian wife Vera and son Mujtaba and daughter Ismet. They stayed at the Sindh Club. Differences evoked between Vera and Mustafa, over his ongoing romance with Shehnaz Gul. Facts are Shehnaz Gul was enamored by his poetry and participation in Mushairas. A month before his untimely death on October 12, 1970, he was in the forefront of the Mushaira, regaled in his dress suit and matching bowtie, with Shehnaz Gul, seated in a chair on the stage. He had spell-bound his listeners in Nishtar Park what was then known as Patel Park. That got Shehnaz Gul closer to him who had a yearning for Urdu poetry. However, Shehnaz’s keen interest in Mustafa further estranged his wife Vera. Her husband was without a job and remunerations, perquisites of a senior civil servant. To make ends meet, expenses of the couple, son Mujtaba and daughter Ismet in the Sindh Club, Vera secured employment as a Translator from Urdu to German/English in the Austrian Consulate of Karachi. Vera had picked up reading and writing Urdu from her husband Mustafa. In the Austrian premises, timings were long.
Translation work was demanding for Vera, Pakistan was adrift in a War. During the fortnight of September 1970, Vera abruptly separated from the poet, resigned from her job in the Austrian Embassy and flew out from Karachi to Vienna. She was very angry, had taken exception and was profoundly hurt, with Mustafa’s libertine ways, flagrant and open indulgence with a woman. Vera had taken their children Mujtaba and Ismet, intent that they should continue their education in Vienna. Vera confided to her fellow German Ruth Shaffi and Mustafa and Vera’s close friends Eddie (Ahmed) Dada enough was enough and that she could take no more of this flaunting by Mustafa. Alone and with Shehnaz hovering over him, Mustafa left the Sindh Club and shifted to the guest house of Ahmed Peerbhoy in the K.D.A. Ahmed Peerbhoy was a reputed playboy, divorced from his wife Ayisha, from whom he had a son Mahmud and daughter Samira. Rumored had it that Ahmed Peerbhoy was carrying on with an Anglo Indian wife of a Sindh politician.
In the late sixties and early seventies, Ahmed Peerbhoy’s firm Peerbhoy Cotton, ranked among the largest exporters of Cotton, in the Karachi Cotton Exchange. Ahmed Peerbhoy was described by columnists of the local press as the best dressed man of Karachi’s diplomatic and social circle. His younger brothers, Rafiq and Amir had the very, lucrative dealership in Pakistan of Datsun Motor Cars. Showroom was on Mcleod Road now styled as Chundrighar Road.
Ahmed Peerbhoy and the Deputy Collector of Customs’ Oil, Abdul Harris who had shared the Platform of delivering Mushariras with Mustafa Zaidi’s in Patel Park, had managed to remove Mustafa’s name from the E.C.L (Exit Control List), knowing of his yearning to follow his wife Vera to Vienna. 303 Senior Officers were marginalized by Yahya Khan in the notorious Martial Law Order No. 58, promulgated on December 2, 1969. Establishment referred to it, as the three naught three, Ordinance.
Among the Officers rusticated, was my good friend Akbar Adil, Secretary of the Planning Division. They were restrained from travelling out of Pakistan. Mustafa was the exception. He was allowed to proceed to Vienna.
A lavish farewell on coming October 15 1970, thirty ninth birthday party, for Mustafa Zaidi for ten invitee couples of the key club with drinks flowing freely was given at Nasreen Ball Room, of the Inter Continental Hotel by Ahmed Peerbhoy and Maria, on the night of Saturday, October 11, 1970. Of course in the absence of his Austrian wife, Vera, Mustafa’s escort was the beautiful Afghan woman, fair, light skinned, Shehnaz with blue eyes, slim figure, auburn hair and very good looks. She was in her early twenties, fifteen years younger than the thirty-nine-year-old scholar Mustafa. Shehnaz had captivated the poet, with her domineering manner and abrasive irreverence. Mustafa had become slavishly dependent on Shehnaz, to the point he was frightened, nervous of her in public. Meanwhile, there had been a patch up between Vera and Mustafa, offices of their mutual friends Edie Dada and Bob Odho, paternal grandfather of the actress and T.V. anchor Atiqa Odho. Mustafa Zaidi was scheduled to fly to Frankfurt en route to Vienna where his wife Vera, wanting an amicable relation for children Mujtaba and Ismet was to receive him at the Vienna airport. Vera had found Mustafa, a Professorship in Allama Iqbal’s Heidelberg University. Mustafa was a linguist, fluent in German and French. He was a Junior Professor in the Government College of Lahore, when he took his C.S.P. Exams, where he compiled his masterpiece on Keats. Mustafa Zaidi passed his Civil Services Papers, with, distinctions, flying colors, for his excellent penmanship in English and Urdu. Razor-sharp bureaucrat, his last posting was as Deputy Collector, Nawabshah, where he struck a warm friendship, with the Industrialist, Banker, Philanthropist, inordinately, well read intellectual, Hamid Dawood Habib, Managing Director of Habib Sugar Mills. Hamid Dawood Habib’s hobby was to play golf and horse-riding. He read as many books as possible, in his magnificent library, at his K.D.A. Residence.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER, 11th 1970, & SUNDAY, OCTOBER, 12th 1970
I am stating Ahmed Peerbhoy’s version detailed, of the untimely death of Mustafa Zaidi that was related to me in our Hotel Columbus Lounge, when Pakistan lost its eastern wing, on December 16, 1971. Ahmed Peerbhoy described, morning of October 12, 1970, tables were empty and the Nasreen Ball Room Night Club deserted. Ahmed Peerbhoy and his guests had moved from Nasreen premises to the Demitasse now known as the Marco Polo Restaurant. Shehnaz Gul, Mustafa Zaidi, Maria and Ahmed Peerbhoy were served breakfast in the Demitasse. Shehnaz suddenly screamed at Mustafa. “You only care for yourself. Six months you stay and sleep with me, and now you want to go back to Vera. Don’t you have any feelings for me!
You only feel for yourself. Big problems when I have to get back to Salim and our two daughters. I have to adjust to their maltreatment and ridicule. In the presence of his host Ahmed Peerbhoy and his hostess Maria, half drunken Mustafa, drawled: “I don’t want you to be happy in your home! Shehnaz retorted: “Go to Hell. Never again will I desire to have this affair with you. Did you ever think we would part with a happy note after the time we spent together? You are now leaving me with problems!
“You are fighting with me,” asserted an angry Mustafa rising from his chair. He thanked Ahmed Peerbhoy for the party. Mustafa was scheduled to fly to Frankfurt and then to Vienna by Lufthansa in a ticket arranged by Vera from Vienna, in course of the third week of October 1970. Shehnaz made the sarcastic observation to Ahmed: “I don’t want him. We meet again so that he can enjoy with me and then go back to the churail Vera.” At the Hotel Inter Continental foyer, Maria and Ahmed Peerbhoy wished Shehnaz and Mustafa Adieu. Appearances suggested that they had made up. Thereafter, in the early morning hour, Shehnaz and Mustafa drove from the parking lot in the car of her husband, Salim Gul to Ahmed’s guest house in K.D.A.
Later in the evening, of October 12, 1971, Ahmed got a call from Maria that Mustafa Zaidi had expired, due to the mix of alcohol consumed in the Inter Continental and potent aphrodite of the local Hakims he had been known to take. Maria was at one time a medical student and a former P.I.A. airhostess. Ahmed said, she correctly diagnosed, Mustafa must have had a massive heart attack, due to the co-mingling of aphrodite drugs and alcohol. He was dead, expired in deep somber, before Shehnaz could get medical help. Ahmed telephoned Mustafa’s brother Irtiza in Islamabad and his close friends Hamid Dawood Habib and Mahmud Shirazi in Karachi. Foul play was then not suspected over his death, and it was assumed, he died of an overdose of drugs. However, two days after the funeral on Monday, October 13, 1970, Vera arrived in Karachi from Vienna. To appease the widow Vera, Mustafa’s brother, Irtiza filed an F.I.R. against Shehnaz Gul and had his brother’s remains unearthed from his grave for a postmortem. Nothing incriminating was found on the vesicular tests. However, Police went ahead and arrested, Shehnaz on criminal charges of murder. She was remanded, on a non bailable warrant, and sent to Karachi’s Central Jail.
There was a murder trial. Ahmed Peerbhoy engaged his friend, top criminal lawyer, Sher Mohammed Sheikh, Sheroo to his friends, for the defense of Shehnaz Gul. Shehroo worked very hard and burnt the mid-night oil, in pleading the case against the prosecution. In exonerating Shehnaz Gul under Article 265-K, benefit of doubt, Sheroo relied on the legal adage “the glass was half full of water or half empty.” Evidence could not be substantiated. There were no witnesses to the crime. Shehnaz Gul’s trial had been happily concluded for her, husband Salim and two daughters, the elder one nicknamed Brooke Shields in her Grammar School, for her expertise in swimming and winning all the trophies in her schools Free Style Competition.
Shehnaz Gul was declared a free woman. Mustafa Zaidi murder ended in a blind F.I.R.
People’s Party Government attained power in January 1971. Dreading imprisonment on trumped up charges, Ahmed Peerbhoy, quietly slipped out of Karachi, migrated to London, bought a posh apartment in Knightsbridge, London. Ahmed Peerbhoy passed away due to cardiac afflictions, complications. Maria was by his bed side in St. Thomas Hospital when Ahmed Peerbhoy expired during October 1976. Expatriate Ahmed Peerbhoy was buried in the Wolking Islamic Cemetery. Ahmed’s grave is next to that of the historical figure, Sir Suleman Jetha, President of Muslim League of England. He received Jinnah at the London Airport in the first week of December 1946 when the Founder attended the Round Table Conference with Nehru, Atlee, and Mountbatten. Earlier, Ahmed Peerbhoy got the bad news from Karachi that his once flourishing Cotton business and related Cotton Ginning Factories, established by his father Hassan Ali Peerbhoy, were nationalized by the Bhutto regime. Taken over under the Agrarian Reform Order of July 17, 1976.
KHURASAN BAGH
I am at Mustafa Zaidi’s grave in Khurasan Bagh at least once a week. I reach the eternal abodes of my father, mother, elder sister Mumtaz, brother-in-laws, Arif and Yusuf bhai, etc. I then saunter past the poet’s burial site. My thoughts for the great poet are solidified, will prevail, whether they are good or bad. I recalled Mustafa Hussain Zaidi’s trial. Prosecution charged, allegedly, he was murdered by his insanely jealous mistress Shehnaz Gul on Sunday, October 12, 1970. The motive given, he was bent on abandoning Shehnaz in Karachi for his wife Vera, son Mujtaba, daughter, Ismet in Vienna. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ Shakespeare’s proverb quoted in English papers. Shehnaz had pre-empted that resolve of Mustafa, by allegedly poisoning him. A much talked, printed subject of the early seventies.
Known as the Keats of Urdu Literature, his brother Irtiza assessed, just like Keats, Mustafa’s life was an epitome of tragedy. His promising career in the bureaucracy had been cut short by Yahya Khan on December 2, 1969. Subsequently, nine months thereafter, in September 1970, his wife Vera had left him with their son and daughter for Vienna. Be that it may be, Irtiza told me, Mustafa did not wallow in personal tragedies, for he was conscious of adversities and pitfalls which is the destiny of mankind. For sure, maintained Irtiza, his brother Mustafa would have made a success of his academic career in Heidelberg.
Last time, I met Irtiza was in Khurasan Bagh on the evening of Sunday, April 10, 1988. He was now a grade-22 Officer and Member, Sales Tax, of the Central Board of Revenues. I was leaving for London on the morning of Tuesday, April 12, 1988 with my father, sister Munira, brother-in-law Arif, nephew Abbas Ali, our family Doctor Khalid Mitha for the amputation of my eighty-two-year-old Papa’s Gangrene infected right leg at the Cromwell Hospital. Sunday, April 10, 1988, besides my Mama and Mustafa Zaidi’s graves in Khurasan Bagh, Irtiza and I prayed for the early recovery from amputation, well being of my Papa. Of course, we talked of Mustafa’s immediate family. Unfortunately, the son Mujtaba had died in a road accident in Munich in 1983. He had already written to me about this terrible happening, regretting he could not be close to the son of his brother Mustafa. Irtiza proudly narrated Ismet had grown into a beautiful young lady. She had married an Austrian. They had two daughters the youngest Malice was exceptionally pretty. Ismet had come with her husband, their two children, to Islamabad after the death of her brother Mujtaba, to condole with Irtiza, his mother, wife and family. Irtiza added that Ismet had also gone to Karachi, with the solitary purpose to visit the grave of her illustrious father, Mustafa in Khurasan Bagh. She took her spouse and two daughters, along to the cemetery. Mustafa’s widow Vera had married again.
She had come from Vienna to Karachi, the day after the murder of Mustafa but had never returned to Pakistan, because it revived memories of his death. The poet’s indiscretions with Shehnaz caused all-round troubles, given unhappiness to Vera, children and Mustafa’s immediate family.
Sunday, April 10, 1988, at Khurasan Bagh, even Irtiza was convinced Shehnaz Gul was not in any way responsible for the death of her lover Mustafa. Irtiza told me, we can never know and argue till the end of time, how my brother Mustafa died.
Mustafa Zaidi passed away on Sunday, October 12, 1970. Forty two years there after, Friday, October, 12, 2012, I was on my routine visit to the graves of my parents, sister, brother-in-laws, Seth Mahomed Ali Habib, etc. I noticed a dozen men, women, clustered around the grave of Mustafa Zaidi. Forty two years after his tragic demise, the timeless poetry of Syed Mustafa Hussain Zaidi, has established a following among the younger generation who seem awed by the depth of his brilliant Urdu lyrics and enamored by his shairi. The legacy of Syed Mustafa Hussain Zaidi is revived in his brilliant couplet:
” You desire to see me,
You will have to cross a rock strewn pathway,
There, won’t be a luxurious garden,
Adorning my abode, along the wayside”
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