A conversation between Ghalib and Iqbal

Published: December 24, 2013
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"Nahin tera nasheman qasr-e-sultani kay gumbad pe, Tu shaheen hai basera kar paharon hi chatanon per."

Once upon a time, a Pakistani who also happened to be an Urdu literature lover, was travelling from one city to another somewhere in the northern areas of Pakistan. Throughout his journey, only two books were his companion – Deewan-e-Ghalib and Kalaam-e- Iqbal.

During a long bus journey, his tired and weary yet over-imaginative mind was in a half-sleeping and half-dreaming state. In this trance, he found Ghalib and Iqbal sitting in the seats right next to him talking to each other, completely oblivious of his presence.

This is the conversation that ensued between these two great Urdu poets:

Iqbal

“Aah! Look at those beautiful mountains and lush green valleys. If you remember Ghalib sahib, I had once said,

Nahin tera nasheman qasr-e-sultani kay gumbad pe,

Tu shaheen hai basera kar paharon hi chatanon per

(Your abode is not on the dome of a royal palace,
For you are an eagle, destined to live on the hard rock’s of mountains)

 But very few people now seem to remember this message, sigh.”

Ghalib

“You are right. Muslims have a short memory Iqbal sahib, especially when it comes to what their elders said. By the way, last week I was in one of your big cities for only three days. Trust me, there were times when I felt,

Rahiye ab aisi jagah chal kar, jahan koi na ho,

Hum sukhan koi nah o, aur hum zubaan koi na ho

(It is time to now go somewhere and live where no one resides,

Where neither there is someone to talk with, nor someone to understand the language)

The city was over-crowded and literally seemed to be bursting at the seams. But no one really seemed to care about the next person. People seemed to be too busy in their own ‘cocoons’ – in their self-created world. I was surprised to see their selfish ways and found them to be quite similar to our cities back in India as well.

The world has changed Iqbal sahib and not for the better I think.”

Iqbal

“That is so true. If you look at any city today – big or small – people seem to have become more and more materialistic, corrupt and selfish. Yet, in spite of being so self-absorbed, they seem even unhappier.

They seem to have forgotten the very reason that this country was made for. I wish they could share the dream I had for this land.

Mahroom-e-tamasha ko phir deeda-e-beena de,

Dekha hai jo kuch mein ne, auron ko bhi dikhla de

(Give piercing vision to those so deprived of sight,
Show to others whatever I have seen)

I was dismayed to see that instead of being concerned for this ailing country, the younger generation is busy with their own petty love stories, political feuding and worst of all, malicious practices and propaganda against each other in the name of religion.

Yesterday, I went to pray at a mosque but there was a group of young men outside, who asked me,

Are you Sunni or Shia?

What a question!”

Ghalib

“Hahaha! I was pulled aside in a crowded market once and asked to lead the prayers since a group of people missed the congregation prayers in the mosque. My beard must have given them the impression that I was religious. But then they found another person right there with a beard that was an inch longer than mine and thankfully they let me go.

I personally think that our youth is frustrated because of a lack of opportunities and corruption. Unfortunately, they are all too aware that there is no future for them even if they manage to get an education somehow. There are no employment opportunities without having influential contacts and sources.

In such a situation, what else can be expected?

Gham gar-che jaan-gsal hai, par kahan tak bachein kay dil hai,

Gham-e-ishq gar na hota, gham-e-rozgaar hota

(Threatening as love is, there is no deliverance from the heart,

If not the torment of love, it would be the torment of living)

I find it sad that we, the early generation, failed to establish corruption-free systems and now the youth have to reap what we sowed.”

Iqbal

“Hmmm, perhaps you are right Ghalib sahib. But I do not understand how and where we went wrong? We were on the right track when we started but then I do not know what happened.

Uss mauj kay maatam mein, roti hai bhanwar ki,

Darya say uthi, per saahil say na takrayee

(The whirlpool mourning, eyes weep for that lost wave,
Born of the sea and yet never to reach the shores)

Do you remember how jubilant we were when we succeeded in our struggle for a separate land – the land of the pure? We forgot all our personal sorrows and sacrifices because finally, we had the most important thing – our Pakistan.”

Ghalib

“Not just Pakistan Iqbal sahib, look at India as well. Things are not very different there either. Basically I think that all of us forgot everything and celebrated too soon. The euphoria of driving the British off our soil put us in that toxic state of a high where we forgot the very reason we drove them out in the first place. Perhaps, this sense of elation affected the whole nation like sweet, slow poison. And now we complain about corruption, poverty, unemployment and religious chaos.

I find it so sad that every other educated person wants to migrate to the US, UK or Canada to earn a decent living, realise their potential and live a better life.

Hai ab iss maamooray mein qahet-e-gham-e-ulfat Asad,

Hum nay maana kay Dilli mein rahein, per khaweingay kya?

(There is now in this town, a famine of the grief of love, Asad
We have agreed that we would remain in Delhi – but what will we eat?)

Oh! That reminds me, have you filed your immigration papers for Canada yet Iqbal sahib? What happened?”

Iqbal

“I did get a call from the authorities. My papers have been accepted and soon I will be off to Canada for good. They have decided to open a research university based on my philosophy and teachings. I guess that is the only way to keep myself sane and express my ideology without fear. I can no longer change my opinions just to please the ‘religious scholars’ here and I know that the west will listen to what I have to say with a more open mind.

After all, how many times can I write Jawab-e-shikwa?

Bada kareem hai Iqbal-e-be-nawa lekin

Ataa-e-shola, shararr kay siwa kuch aur nahin

(Though beneficent I be, I am of hand yet free,
What can the burning flame bestow, except its spark and glow)

So, what have you decided Ghalib sahib? I guess the extremists – be it Hindus or Muslims – are not too pleased with your ideology as well. You have always talked about the need for peace, harmony, love and oneness of all humanity and this message is nothing short of ‘blasphemy’ in these circumstances.”

Ghalib

“No plans really Iqbal sahib. All my friends like Meer, Momin, Haali, Sauda, even the young lads like Faiz and Faraz have left for greener pastures. I think I will also decide within the next few days. I have invitations from almost all the countries in the west.

Raw mein hai rakhsh-e-umer, kahan dekhiye thamay,

Nay haath bag pe hain, na paa hai rakaab mein

(The steed of lifetime is in motion, let us see where he might halt,
Neither is the hand on the reins, nor is the foot in the stirrup)

I do not know what His plans for me are but I do know that living here has become a nightmare. How long am I supposed to stay silent?”

Iqbal

“Hmmm, I know what you mean. I will miss this land and some sincere people no matter what. But the situation over the last few decades has become such that I have not been able to sleep at nights for a long time.

Issi kashmakash mein guzri, meri zindagi ki raatein,

Kabhi soz-o-saaz-e-roomi, kabhi pech-o-taab-e-raazi

(So many nights of my life wasted in the same old conflicts,
Sometimes the ecstasy and melody of Rumi, other times confusion and dilemma of Raazi)

Not saying it the way it is in fear of displeasing the religious lords and politicians just isn’t my cup of tea.”

Ghalib

“Yes, I feel the same. I really do not know how I will live away from my beloved Dilli. But as you said, it is important to express what is in our hearts and minds. Sometimes I seriously feel that it was all a waste.

Na tha kuch tou, khuda tha, kuch na hota tou khuda hota,

Duboya mujh ko honay nay, na hota main tuo kia hota?

(When nothing existed, then God was there; had nothing been, God would have been,
My own being has defeated me, had I not been what would have been?)

Well, nothing except Allah.”

And suddenly, the ‘true’ Pakistani – that poor Muslim (not a Sunni, Shia or any other sect – just a Muslim) Urdu literature lover snapped out of his weird dream and looked around the bus in embarrassment.

However, all the passengers were busy looking at cricket scores and listening to cheap songs on their mobile phones.

This ‘true’ Pakistani was last seen somewhere on the streets of America.

Samir Tariq

Samir Tariq

A Strategy and Business Transformation Manager for one of the leading banks in the Middle-East. He lives and works in Dubai. A literature lover and a writer by hobby he mostly writes fiction inspired by true life events.

The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necessarily reflect the views and policies of The Express Tribune.

  • Yasir Dewan

    Ghalib said, “You are right. Muslims have a short memory Iqbal sahib, especially when it comes to what their elders said….”
    Ghalib mai kamal tabdeeli laaiee hai sahib aap nay, k ab woh ummat e muslama k baaray mai he woh guftagoo karain gae aur uskae kirdaar k baaray mai fikarmandd houngae.
    Baqaul Dr. Noman ul Haq: “Ghalib apnay baray mai aisi batain parh k aur sun k, qabar mai baichaini aur bebasi k alam mai karwatain badaltay houngae….”
    iskae ilawa hazoor nay khoob likhnay ki koshish ki, aur likha bhi jo k qaabil e tareef hai :)Recommend

  • AB

    Master Piece Samir :)Recommend

  • hasan

    Some one told me once Allah, the Most Merciful, wanted to know what were the conditions in the country that the Mullas claimed was created in the name of Islam and for Muslims, he dispatched an angel to report to Him. Angel took a round of the country envisioned by Allama Iqbal and translated in reality by the Quaid, interviwed many. He could not find any Muslim, they were either sunnis, shias, wahabies, salafis,ahmadis, bohris, aga khanis etc. Angel reported back to the Creator: “My Lord, I toured nook and corner of the country, met hundreds, visited mosques etc but could not find a Muslim.”Recommend

  • Samir tariq

    Thanks a lot AB….really appreciate……
    And Yasir…..lol..i agree with you …he would be tossing and turning in his grave…actually i wrote that sentence as an expression of Ghalibs amazing sense of sarcasm and “tanz” ….where the emphasis was on “especially if said by an elder or buzurg”..instead of sounding preachy about “ummat-e-muslima”…but you pointed it rightly )) i missed a step there…..Recommend

  • Saad

    Epic .. Jiyo Samir Tariq!Recommend

  • Charvak

    Bahut khub kaha aapne. Baqaule Ghalib, umr mein ek din sharaab na pee ho to kafir, ek din namaz parhi ho to gunahgaarRecommend

  • Farhan

    Author: Superb… thumbs up to uRecommend

  • Hasan

    Creative – well written mateRecommend

  • Samir tariq

    Thanks a lot SaadRecommend

  • Samir tariq

    Thanks a lotRecommend

  • Samir tariq

    Thanks hassanRecommend

  • Samir tariq

    ) shukriaRecommend

  • Yasir Dewan

    Thank you Sameer for appreciating what I pointed out. Your explanation is legit but still I can assure these expressions such as ummat e muslima are the advent of 20th century and Ghalib would not have used it :)Recommend

  • rashid behlim

    Well quite a unique presentation and a beautiful way of giving a clear message what a true Pakistani should be. Keep up the good work our nation needs positive vibes.Recommend

  • Samir tariq

    Thank you RashidRecommend

  • Ath

    I don’t know about Iqbal but according to my little knowledge Ghalib was above all these imaginative narratives.Recommend

  • Samir tariq

    Ath, not just ghalib even iqbal is above the narratives…and thats why in this piece its NOT THEM who are imagining but a simple common man…the imagination and even the narrative is from his perspective about what the 2 extremely sensitive people and poets would have said considering the situation today….If u read historical anecdotes theres are so many about ghalib and iqbal saying similar things …one that i can remember now is when maulvi sahab saw ghalib eating sweets of diwali….he asked “mirza diwali ki mithai kha rahe ho?” To this ghalib replied “poochna bhool gaya tha kay ye laddoo musalman hain ya hindu…..aur jalebi??? Hindu hai ya musalman?”…Recommend

  • Shrey Khanna

    So this ‘liberal Pakistani’ has defined a “true pakistani”, as a poor Muslim (not a Sunni, Shia or any other sect – just a Muslim). In this so called ‘liberal definition of a true Pakistan, all religions except Islam are not welcomed. This mindset gives immense security to the religious minorities of the country and is cause of peace and prosperity in Pakistan. It is this mindset of division, that of Iqbal, which when reaches it’s mature stage in the search for a pure or a true pakistani makes them define their own version of it. This results in the peculiar situation about which writer is cautioning his fellow countrymen. Creative work is good though.Recommend