Poetic melodies from the
past
Humra Quraishi
The tradition of Indo-Pak mushairas has been continuing for the past 50 years
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PRAN Nevile seems
passionately obsessed with the bygone era. For some reason or
other, this retired civil servant is rather fascinated by the
past and with the characters who had then held sway. This is
amply evident from the volumes that he has authored. The titles
of these are telling enough — Love Stories from the Raj;
Nautch Girls of India; Beyond the Veil; Rare Glimpses of the Raj;
Stories from the Raj: Sahibs Memsahibs and Others; K.L. Saigal:
Immortal Singer; Lahore — A Sentimental Journey.
If one were to
move further, from the books he has authored, to the musical
programmes he holds, then once again, what hits you is the focus
on stars, singers and performers of yesteryears — right from
K.L. Saigal, Suraiyya and so many others who have left a mark.
Credit goes to Nevile for putting together gems from old music
albums, recordings and more along the strain.
Last fortnight, he
went a step ahead and played tapes of a mushaira held in
Delhi exactly 50 years ago.
He aptly called it
— Memories of Indo-Pak Mushaira-1958. He said, "Mushairas
have been traditional cultural events, both in India and
Pakistan. The DCM group used to organise an annual mushaira in
Lyallpur (now Faislabad) where it had its cotton mills. Sir
Shankar Lal ‘Shad’ of the DCM, himself a poet, was a great
patron of mushairas. There was a gap during the Partition years.
It was only in 1952 that an Indo-Pak mushaira was organised at
the mansion of Sir Shankar Lal on Curzon Road in Delhi.
Thereafter, it became an annual event when eminent poets from
Pakistan were invited to participate. I have tried to cover the
1958 event where I was able to record their recitations."
The audience sat
tight and glued at the India Habitat Centre auditorium, hearing
poets of that era recite their own verses, which Nevile had
managed to record.
I am not too sure
whether he has played those tapes earlier, but then, it doesn’t
really matter, for it will always be a refreshing dose to hear
those voices, of those shayars of the subcontinent.
Though that particular evening he could not play the complete
recording, but whatever one heard that evening transported one
to an era where life moved at an easy pace.
As he moved from
one taped recording to the next, he also narrated anecdotes and
lesser-known facts about the poets.
I quote him.
"Hafiz Jalandhari called politicians batair baaz. It
is these politicians who make people fight among themselves. At
the mushaira, there were three Sahirs present — Sahir Dehlavi,
Sahir Kapurthali and Sahir Hoshiarpuri. Habib Jalib had been
popular as he was one of those rebel poets who were either in
jail or out protesting on the streets of Lahore. Particularly
taken up by his strong conviction and commitment was Noor Jehan.
The oldest shayar around at that time was Jigar Moradabadi, and
that was perhaps the last mushaira he’d participated in as he
died in 1960. "
Along with the
taped verses and the accompanying anecdotes, there was a live
rendition of the nazms and ghazals of those shayars by Radhika
Chopra, a classical singer.
Some of the
shayars whose voices and verses lie captured in Pran Nevile’s
tapes are:
Sahir Dehlavi
Tere milne
ka samaa yaad aya
ai vatan phir tera mehmaan hoon mein, phir mujhe apna nishaan
yaad aya
Hafiz
Jalandhari
Uthi hai
maghrab se ghataa peene ka mausam aa gayaa
tu naachti ja gaye jaa nazron se dil bharmaye jaa
tera thiraknaa khoob hai teri adayein dil nasheen
Habib Jalib
Dashte gurbat
dile veerane yaad jamna ko kayee baar kiya,
hum pujari hain buton ke jalibh
humnein kaabe
mein bhi ikraar kiya
Faiz
Ahmed Faiz
Hum jo tareeq
raahon mein
maare gaye
tere hothon ke phoolon ke
chaahat mein hum
daar ki khushk tehni pe vaare gaye
Tum aye ho na shab-e-intezaar guzreen hai
talaash mein hai seher baar baar guzri hai
Makhdum
Raat bhar
dida-e-namnaq mein lehrate rahe
saans ki terah se aap aate rahe jaate rahe
Naseem
Bujh saki
aakhir naa ghar ki aag ashqon se naseem
aashiyaan phukta raha hum naatwaan dekha kiye
Jigar
Muradabadi
Duniya ke
sitam yaad na apni hi wafa yaad
ab mujhko nahin kuch bhi mohabbat ke sivaa yaad
Sahir
Hushiyarpuri
Bin piye sharaab
se nafrat ye jahalat nahi to phir kya hai...sau ghamon ko
nichorne ke baad ek katra sharaab banti hai
Zahra
Nigah
Ye duniya hai
musarrat ko yahaan par gham bhi kehte hain
Ali
Sardar Jaffery
Phir ek din aisa
ayega aakhon ke diye bujh jayenege...sadiyon ka purana khel hai
ye mein mar ke amar ho jaata hoon.
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