Demise of an Old man
Master Samiuddin was a frail old man
who read old urdu newspapers - sangam to beat the cruelty of old
age boredom. These old newspapers were moth eaten and yellowish in color. The
newspaper was as faded as Master’s skin due to old age. He passed forlorn and lonely
day with occasional visit of some guests. Master Samiuddin would read the
newspaper articles and recite his poems to the visiting guests. While speaking on his favorite topic, urdu language and its beauty, his eyes would
shine as the burning wick of kerosene lamp shines in dark nights. It is said that
guests frequented less to avoid this torture.
Master Samiuddin was a retired
primary school teacher who stressed upon diction of language more than language
itself. Master would lament that young generation is no more learning Urdu
language. The degeneration and apathy towards his beloved language saddened him
gravely. His own son Farooq, spent two full years reading elementary Urdu book
to gain perfection of pronunciation. Farooq however, was destined to repair cycles
than impress people by his Urdu. It is said that Farooq might do good in his
studies if Master Samiuddin had not persisted for perfection. Poor Farooq
developed language phobia and started stammering later on.
Master Samiuddin was fond of Urdu
Mushairah and would go faraway places to attend. In his heyday,s he would
organize mushairah in his own muhallah inviting local poets. But he lost
interest in the mushairahs due to low standard of poems recited there. Deterioration
of his health might be another reason that he was not attending mushairah now.
Master Samiuddin paid annual visits
to the tomb of Khwaja moinuddin Chishti Ajmeri till few years ago. Now his son
Farooq paid visit to the shrine every year on behalf of his family. The month
long closure of Farooq’s cycle repair shop would bring hardship to the family.
But they would bear it as the will of Khwaja. Master Samiuddin would praise his
son Farooq for keeping family tradition alive and maintaining link with
Khwaja’s dargah. It was his firm
belief that only chosen guests were called by Khwaja to his durbar. Master
Samiuddin desired to visit the dargah at Ajmer once again before he died. Farooq
took him to Ajmer last year. Master Samiuddin was upset that he didn’t
experience haal (state of spiritual
influence) listening to qawwali he
visited last year. He was agonized that language of qawwali too became impure now. It irked him whenever people hummed the
stanza of qawwali sung at dargah. The
children of the mohalla came to know
about this revulsion of Master samiuddin. They would now tease the old man
singing in chorus inviting invective of Master in chaste Urdu.
Master Samiudding always praised his
cycle mechanic son’s pronunciation of Urdu words. He was sure that if it were old days, Farooq would not be repairing cycle rather would get a decent
government job. However, he was the only person who believed so. People would
try to convince Master that the time had changed and so had changed the lingua
franca. Some people would even taunt at him that he should cross the North western
border of the country and live there if he was so obsessed with urdu language. They didn't know that the language is fighting for its survival even on the other side.
There was an unwritten rule of Master’s
family that the children would learn and master urdu first then they were free
to learn any other language or subject. He was sure that his grandson yasir,
whom he loved so much, would undergo the same learning process. But who could
stop the idea whose time had come. On a dull and dreary evening of June, Farooq
brought a book and slate for Yasir while returning from his cycle repairing
shop. Farooq as usual came just before maghrib, the evening prayer. Master
Samiuddin was performing ablution and Yasir was pouring water on his feet. The
book was wrapped in a hindi newspaper having photograph of Madonna, the pop singer.
Master samiuddin and his grandson Yasir were equally excited to open the wrapper and see the books. Master ordered
authoritatively like an old emperor of medieval period that wrapper would be
opened after he performed the prayer. Yasir wanted to defy and open the wrapper
but Farooq asked his son to wait for Master Samiuddin to finish his prayer.
After the prayer, Master Samiuddin
instructed Yasir to do ablution like he did before prayer. A skull cap which
was bought for Yasir on last Eid, was put on his head. Master Samiuddin appeared
to have gained vigor which was not seen for years. He asked Yasir to sit on a
prayer rug and face westward towards kaba in mecca. He then opened the wrapper
swiftly and the book was mocking him right in his face. He looked towards Farooq
with dismay and said innocently with a very weak voice, this is not Urdu
ka Qaidah, the elementary Urdu book. Farooq stood with his head down
unable to make eye contact with Master Samiuddin. Tears started dribbling from Master’s
eyes. And all at once he fell down holding left side of his chest and fainted.
On reaching Shifa hospital by a
rikshaw pulled by his neighbor Jehangir, the doctor declared him brought
dead………..
If only the master had not died I would have bet my life that I was seeing Imteyaz himself in the master. The story definitely is a catharsis for your feelings towards modern outlook on Urdu language. I have always told you that language is such a strong cultural identity that it can rival religious fanaticism, but in a much more constructive and creative manner. we should indulge in such activities that breed creativity. If only the world had few more people like you.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Sourabh Dey!!!!! You got the underlying message, I tried to convey.
DeleteThis is so well written and very thought provoking!
ReplyDeleteAs per the present state of affairs one can only hope that the old glorious days of Urdu literature may revive and the language could be saved from extinction. However , more important today is the degradation of the level and sub standardization of the language for gaining cheap publicity.
ReplyDeleteab kya hai urdu ek kothey ki tawayaf hai
mazaa to sab letey hain, muhabbat kaun karta hai !!
True, dear Shivam!!!!! But we the aashiques of urdu will keep it alive and will pass on the baton of this glorious language to the generation to come. The language has withstood the worst phase, I am optimist about the existence this language. Urdu zabaan-o adab toh umeed se labrez zabaan-o adab hai aur ham urdu walon ko bhi umeed ka daaman nahin chhodna chaahiye.
DeleteKuchh ummeed-e karam mein guzri umr
Kuchh ummeed-e karam mein guzregi