By
Raza Elahi
After a hot and humid summer when the skies open up and it just pours, there is nothing better than sitting in the balcony watching the little raindrops beating feverishly on the railings and sensing the aroma of the wet earth. Succulent
jamuns, irresistible
bhuttas, garma garam chai-pakoras and mouth-watering
jalebis are inseparable part of the monsoon and so is the romance with poetry during the season.
Whether it is the Bangla song
Brishti pore tapur tupur; node elo baan, baaner jole bhaslo pukur, bhaslo golar dhaan or a Hindi movie song Rim jhim ke tarane leke aayi barsaat, rain and poetry always go hand-in-hand. For some poets love blooms in the rains, while for others it is the excuse to drink some wines.
For a few, it is the moment to recall old memories, while for others it is time to describe pain.
According to famous poet-lyricist
Gulzar, romance exists in the rain itself. In one of his poems, he said:
Der tak baithe huye, Hum dono ne baarish dekhi, Woh dikhati thi mujhe, taaron pe chalti hui boondein (We sat till late and watched the rain; she showed me raindrops walking on the stars).
Years ago,
Mir Taqi Mir eloquently described romancing in the cool monsoon breeze when he sought:
Mausam-e-abr ho subuu bhii ho
Gul ho gulshan ho aur tuu bhii ho
But for the famous poet
Mirza Ghalib, rainy season had some other meaning. He often sought to give up drinks, but like an intelligent man he made exceptions when he said:
Ghalib chhuti sharab, par ab bhi kabhi kabhi
Peeta hoon roz-e-abr, shab-e-mahtaab mein
(Ghalib, I gave up drink but even now sometimes I drink on a cloudy day and on moonlit night).
Another Urdu poet
Faiz Ahmad Faiz also used to wait for the rains when he said:
Aaye kuch abr, kuch sharaab aye
Uske baad aaye jo azaab aaye
(Let there be some clouds, and let wines come. After that let any disaster comes).
Moin Ahsan Jazbi, a contemporary of
Majrooh Sultanpuri, too, was not far behind:
Main thakaa haaraa thaa itane mein jo aaye baadal
Kisi matwale ne chupke se badha di botal
But poet
Rajendra Krishan penned a sombre mood when he wrote for the movie
Sharabi (1964):
Sawaan ke mahine mein,ek aag si seeney mein lagti hai to pee leta hoon,
do char gharee jee leta hoon
However, Majrooh on the one hand became naughty when he said:
Ek ladki bheegi bhaagi si (
Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi; 1958), while on the other, he described the feeling of separated lovers during rains when he penned lyrics for the movie
Dharti Kahe Pukaar ke (1969):
Jaa re kare badra balam ke dwar, woh hain aise buddhu ke samjhe na payaas
Rain songs have always been there in the Hindi filmdom. While lyricist
Yogesh wrote
rim jhim gire sawaan for the film Manzil,
Javed Akhtar penned
rimjhim, rum-jhum, rum-jhum, Bheegi bheegi rut mein, tum-hum, hum tum … for 1942: A Love Story.
Songs like
Barsaat main hum se mile tum; Zindagi bhar nahin bhoolenge woh barsaat ki raat; Payaar hua iqrar hua, and the title song of
aaya sawan jhum ke are a few among others which show the lyricists have signified monsoon as a season of celebration, joy and romance.
But the effect of rains, which is highly beneficial and life-giving, varies on different substrata. One of the best Persian poets and philosophers
Shaikh Sadi said: There is no doubt in the beneficial effect of rain. If it rains in a garden, tulips grow; if it rains in arid ground, thorns and brambles glow.
(Old memories fall on the surface of my mind, like raindrops in monsoon).
And one really goes down the memory lane and feels that childhood is the best time to enjoy rains if one listens to Jagjit Singh singing
Mohammad Abdullah (mdabdullah@mdabdullah.in) emailed me his comment on 8 July, 2019:
ReplyDeleteJee Assalaam. Allah apko shado-Abaaad rakhe. Is gaye guzre highly charged environment mein apka blog bahot pursukoon hai. Chand lamho ke liye insaan bheer bhar se alag hojata hai.
Keep sharing over the Forum. Keep writing.
Jazakallah.
Mohammad Abdullah
Dr Syed Aijazuddin (syedaijaz_jed@hotmail.com) emailed his comments on July 10, 2019:
ReplyDeleteAssalam Alaikum! Barish aur Abr pad apka maqala dekha. Bahut achcha laga aur apki neyaat aur andaz ke liye molahza ho:
برسات کے آتے ہی توبہ نہ رہی باقی
بادل جو نظر آئے بدلی میری نیت بھی
Regards,
Dr Syed Aijazuddin
You nailed it.awsmm description
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Niraj Kumar
thanks Niraj ji for your feedback,,,, sorry for late reply... keep visiting this blog for leisure reading
DeleteVery nicely narrated all shades of rainy season. Hope some drops in noida will come soon after reading this.
ReplyDeletethanks Sameer for your feedback,,,, sorry for late reply... keep visiting this blog for leisure reading... thank u
DeleteComments received on my whatsApp are mentioned below:
ReplyDeleteRahul Das: Brilliant Raza bhai....Liked your interpretation of rain and how beautifully you have penned it down...All the best & we look forward to many such write ups in future 👍🏻
Naresh Sharma: Well said. You have captured the aroma and the scintillating effect on the harmones of the Baarish.
Bollwood has taken it to dizzing height with the romance.
I believe in our descriptions we have somewhere forgotten our pind punjab. Sitting under a canopy in the Khet (Field) sipping whisky and enjoying the kukkar. Aah i can just visualize the paradise.
Bivash: Raza ji... Amazing ... Mesmerising