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-Shiv Kumar
Akhtari Bai, even before becoming Begum Akhtar, was a colossus. She possessed the natural grandeur of the petite, heavy gait and was usually unconcerned about negative gossip. When told that someone was being personal or derogatory, she would ask with mock disbelief–Accha! aisa farma rahe they (Oh! was he really speaking this way?). And then would call that person over and give such a powerful dose of the ‘clever, magnanimous chiding’ that by the end of the encounter, her aura stood redoubled in the eyes of the offender. She also had an eye for khandaniyaat and recognised the noor of a face irrespective of economic status. Her life was spent in developing her proteges and searching for differing states of emotion–the heartbreak of a girl of seventeen, the search of a mature damsel for an ideal man, and the tragedy of the woman of experience. She also expressed several forms of love–adulation, deceit, and passion of soft, cunning, and valorous men.
–Lucknow: Fire of Grace
Its the Queen’s birth anniversary today….
Feudalism and Imperialism - Brij Mohan Anand
“We have forgotten that the world is there prior to us. We have forgotten how things have preceded us, how mountains grew up before our gaze existed, we forget how plants are called before we think to call them and recognize them, we have forgotten what it is plants that call us, when we think about calling them, that comes to meet our bodies in blossom. : In these violent and lazy times, in which we do not live what we live, we are read, we are forcibly lived, far from our essential lives, we lose the gift, we no longer hear what things still want to tell us, we translate, we translate, everything is translation and reduction, there is almost nothing left of the sea but word without water: for we have also translated the words, we have emptied them of their speech, dried, reduced, and embalmed them, and they can no longer recall to us the way they used to rise up from the things as the burst of their essential laughter, when, out of joy, they called each other, they rejoiced in their fragrance-name; and “sea,” “sea” smelled of seaweed, sounded salt, and we tasted the infinite loved one, we licked the stranger, the salt of her word on our lips. : To allow a thing to enter in its strangeness, light from the soul has to be put into each look, and the exterior light mixed with the interior light. An invisible aura forms around beings who are looked at well. Seeing before vision, seeing to see and see, before the eyes ‘narrative. This is not sorcery. Its the science of the other! An art in itself; and all the ways of letting all the beings with their different strangeness enter our proximity are regions that ask to be approached, each with an appropriate patience. : There is a patience for the egg, a patience for the rose; a patience for each particular animal, there is a patience for all kinds of patiences, to practice, to develop […] A patience pays attention […] doing nothing, not upsetting, filling, replacing, taking up the space. Leaving the space alone. Thinking delicately of. Directing the mixture of knowing looks and loving light toward. A face. Surrounding it with a discreet, confident, attentive questioning, attuning to, watching over it, for a long time, until penetrating into the essence. […] : We need everything. All things: all the time. Everything that has happened, everything that can happen. We need the time of presences, to approach things until they are close to us, us with them, before them, giving each to each other…”
– Hélène Cixous, from Coming to Writing and Other Essays (via mothwood)
Teri Re Main Tau Charanan Laagi
Abdullah Manzoor Niazi, Waqas Niazi Qawwal and Party
Heer Waris Shah
Qurban Niazi
Ustad Ameer’s adaaygi in this! Beautiful recitation with slight variations and additions to what is a magnificent kalam of Baba Bulleh Shah.
Madhup Mudgal singing Kabir. Watch through it all for the second piece.
Woman Bathing
ca. 1820 color on paper Guler, Punjab Hills, India Freer|Sackler
Murshid mera surat rab di,
Rab da darshan pauna,
Jhok fareedan jaana...
Mahi Mera
Ali Sethi and Jamaldin
Kabir to Allama Iqbal (Dream Journey Series).
Tere darya mein tufaan kyun nahin hain...
Have listened to, for the nth time already.
The lyrics and Hassan’s voice. Lovelovelovelove.
2016.
Aaj tum yaad be-hisaab aaye...
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“O Lord, what kind of fountain is Thy love, of which I sipped but one drop and wept rivers.”
-Sheikh Saadi of Shiraz
Work of Manjunath Kamat
“The gold in you does not rust.”
-Mahmoud Darwish