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Sahir Ludhianvi at 100

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Sahir Ludhianvi — poet, lyricist and one of the most distinctive voices of Urdu poetry in Hindi cinema Today, 08/03/2021, marks the 100th birth anniversary of Sahir Ludhianvi . Though widely known as a lyricist in the Hindi film industry, he was essentially a poet of great merit. He wrote passionately about the underdog, and his poetry acquired a sharp edge when he addressed the declining values of society, the senselessness of war and politics, and the growing domination of consumerism over love. Even his love songs, often tinged with sorrow, reflected his realisation that there were other, harsher realities more important than love. Thus he could write these memorable lines on the Taj Mahal , questioning the arrogance of monarchy: Ek Shahenshah ne daulat ka sahara lekar, Hum ghareebon ki mohabbat ka udaya hai mazaaq. Jawaharlal Nehru and Sahir shared a mutual admiration, and with his strong socialist leanings Sahir naturally resonated with Nehru’s vision of a new India. That sp...
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Women Who Brave the Storm

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Women huddle together during a dust storm in Rajasthan, photographed by Steve McCurry This lovely photograph above by Steve McCurry , of National Geographic fame, tells a story that is very apt for International Women's Day . Steve was passing through the Rajasthan desert by taxi on his way to Jaisalmer when he was caught in a furious dust storm. It was then that he spotted a group of women huddled together, trying to brave its fury. The only way they could protect themselves was by taking support from one another. It had not rained in the region for thirteen years, and a dust storm like this often foretells the coming of rain. While life hung precariously in the midst of this devastating storm, together they were able not only to endure it but even to sing happily at the prospect of possible rains. What better metaphor to show that women have the inherent strength and resilience to literally brave any storm — and at the same time rejoice in the positive side of even the most ...
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Weekend Musings: What One Life Taught Me About Peace

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  Remembering Albert Schweitzer For reasons I cannot fully explain, Albert Schweitzer came back to me recently. My first encounter with him was in childhood, when I was barely ten or twelve. I remember a book — blue in colour — far beyond my reading ability at that age. I remember his photograph inside. I remember that it spoke of peace and of service to humanity. I understood neither in any meaningful way, yet something stayed. Perhaps children recognise sincerity before they understand ideas. Life moved on. Over five decades, his name would surface now and then — in passing references, in conversations, in lists of Nobel Peace Prize winners — but I never found the time, or perhaps the inner readiness, to go deeper. And yet, the impression never faded. Today, that unfinished encounter seems to ask for closure. Albert Schweitzer was many things: theologian, philosopher, musician, doctor. But what sets him apart is not achievement; it is choice. At a time when intellectual recognit...
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Weekend Musings: The Female Gaze

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The Enigmatic Look Women Give One Another I have often wondered what women think when they look at one another. It is usually a silent assessment—nothing said aloud—only a quick scanning with the eyes, absorbing little details. That look is intriguing, and I have never quite understood what goes on in their minds in those brief moments. The other day, at the all-ladies branch of my bank, a woman was standing in front of me—businesslike, with two thick pay-in slip books, sorting out some issue with her account. At the next counter, another woman kept watching her intently. I assumed she was connected to the matter, but the nature of her gaze was different. It even made the customer conscious; she suddenly behaved more “official,” as if putting on an armour. The atmosphere felt slightly uncomfortable. And then, almost casually, the woman at the counter remarked on the customer’s earrings—fish-shaped, unique, and beautiful. That broke the tension immediately. But it left me even more puzz...
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Weekend Musings: The Leap of the Frog — A Moment in Haiku

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 An old silent pond— a frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again. This weekend’s Musings arose from an invitation to reflect on these lines by Matsuo Bashō. What began as an invitation soon turned into a gentle challenge, as it became clear that the poem invites many ways of seeing. It can even invite silence, as we honour the stillness of the pond. The image is simple, almost bare. A still pond. A sudden leap. A brief splash. And then silence again. Nothing is explained, nothing is concluded. What is offered is a moment, complete in itself. Yet, being a Musing, I must still arrive at my own reading. In these lines, Bashō draws us into a world where there is no past or future — both constructs of the mind, or the ego. He lives entirely moment to moment, in full awareness of it. The past becomes nothing more than memory, a storehouse of conditioning, biases, and habits. The future is merely the drama projected from that past. In such a state of awareness, action is no longer ...
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Weekend Story: When Meaning Outweighs Medals

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Yusra and Sarah Mardini — swimmers, sisters, survivors From the Aegean Night to the Olympic Light There are stories that win medals, and there are stories that win something far rarer — our quiet admiration for what human beings can rise to when life strips them to the barest essentials. The story of Yusra and Sarah Mardini — two young sisters from Syria — belongs to the second kind. Long before the world knew their names, they were just teenagers in Damascus, daughters, students, swimmers. Then the war came, as wars always do — without warning, without reason, without mercy. When they fled their shattered city in 2015, they carried almost nothing except a skill they had learned in childhood: the ability to stay afloat. They were not fleeing a camp. They were fleeing a collapsing homeland. The sisters first escaped from Damascus to Lebanon, and from there made their way to Turkey — the staging point for many refugees trying to reach Europe. From Turkey, they boarded an overcrowded rubb...
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Weekend Musings: The Harmony of Body, Mind, and Air

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She fell twice, the third time made history. A move so dangerous even the World's trapeze artists rarely attempt it: Anna Gosudareva. The more I saw this video, with the caption above, the more I felt that there is something much more to it than a successful attempt after two failed ones. The young acrobat, Anna Gosudareva, has achieved something extraordinary and rarely performed — a quadruple somersault on a Russian bar. The video actually led me to read more, and the more I learned, the more I realised how exceptional this feat is — a genuine peak of human capability, combining strength, timing, mind control, trust, and fearlessness. A Russian bar is a long, slightly flexible pole held on the shoulders of two base performers. The flyer stands on this bar and uses it like a launchpad. When Anna attempts her somersaults, three bodies — hers and the two bases — must move with perfect synchrony. A tiny mistiming of a fraction of a second can send her off-axis. Even a slight tremor ...
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