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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Sunday with Ghalib

हैं और भी दुनिया में सुखनवर, बहुत अच्छे,
पर कहतें है की ग़ालिब का है अंदाज़े बयान और.
Inside of Ghalib's house at Gali Qasim Jaan, Ballimaran, one of alleys of the oldest street of Delhi, Chandni Chowk (Pic above)
Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan (Urdu/Persian: مرزا اسد اللہ بیگ خان ) was a great classical Urdu and Persian poet of India. Ghalib died in what are known as 'Gulabi Jadey' (rose-tinted mild winter) but this year's freak weather has made it as cold as mid-January and Mirza Nausha would have refrained from exclaiming: अब तो जी मे आता है के मर जाएँगे हम, मर के भी चैन ना पाया तो कहाँ जाएँगे हम(now it seems I'm going to die, but if I don't get rest even after death then were else would I go?). Certainly he wouldn't have liked to die in this sort of weather just as he bemoaned that his brother had passed away at the height of summer during the Mutiny when the British had retaken control of Delhi and a virtual curfew order was in force making it difficult to even bury the dead.
The great poet stayed here during 1865 to 1869 and spent last phase of his life
हमारी सादगी थी इल्तिफ़ाते नाज़ पर मरना,तेरा आना ना था ज़ालिम मगरतमशीद जाने की -ग़ालिब
(It was our simplicity to die for dignity of courtesy, Your coming was nothing but a preparation for your leaving.) The walk from Town Hall, past Ballimaran to Gali Mir Qasim Jan, was not as pleasant as it would have been had it not rained so hard the previous day. For one long familiar with the area, many old places and people were
missing. Mohammad Mian Akbar was not at his Boot House, chain smoking away.
मेहरबान हुए कह बुला लो मुझे. चाहो जिस वक़्त,
मे गया वक़्त नहीं हूँ कह फिर आ भी ना सकूँ -गा़लिब(As a favour call me any time
I am not time that cannot be recalled) Haji Hotel has vanished and so also Hafiz Hotel, where Dr. Zakir Husain used to eat before he became famous. The mianji who told tales of those days is also missing. Bhai Sadiq's shop is there but his grandson manages it.
ज़िंदगी अपनी जब इस शक्ल साए गुज़री ग़ालिब
हम भी क्या याद करेंगे कह खुदा रखते थे.-गा़लिब
(Life when passed in such phases oh GhalibWhat could I console myself as a creature of God.)
He is dead, so is his son and so too Akbar Bhai and the bearded owner of Hafiz Hotel. Bismillah Hotel is not what it used to be and the Kababwallah who sat at the gate of Basti Punjabian is also no more. Nobody else makes such delicious kababs. Uma Sharma, eminent Kathak dancer, who led the walk had to face some embarrassing moments at Ghalib's memorial (the poet would have certainly fallen in love with her) when a woman of the area got nasty. But things smoothened out by the time lunch was served after a Moghul times mushaira at the nearby Rabea Girls School, the erstwhile haveli of Ghalib's wife, Umrao Jan.
The Haveli has been since considerably renovated and was used lately as shops till December 1999 when Delhi Government acquired a portion of the Haveli and set up a memorial museum dedicated to the great poet. You will notice that the acquired portion of the Haveli has been restored to its original splendor. Originally the Haveli consisted of arched corridors on three sides enclosing an open courtyard. Now only the Northern part of the Haveli is open for the tourists. The ASI has put a lot of care and effort to make tourists relive and experience the nineteenth century grandeur. The special features of the Haveli were highlighted in order to give it a feel of 19th century. Mughal Lakhori bricks have been used on walls and the flooring is strictly done with the sandstone. Wooden entrance gate welcomes the visitor and so are the chhajja in the courtyard. Don't skip the museum inside the haveli. The museum houses various important things related to the great poet, which gives an insight into the life. It contains the letters of Ghalib written in his own hand. These are both in Urdu as well as English. There is also a photograph of the poet, which is considered as his last photograph. Besides you can also find chronology of events, selected couplets from his works (in Urdu Only), books and some personal belongings of the poet.


neeL March 8, 2009 at 3:05 AM  

Really dear good one, i was looking for galib's haweli for a long time.

Anonymous,  March 8, 2009 at 6:32 AM  

Excellent work.....Very nicely prsented

यह ना थी हमारी खिस्मत काए विसाले यार होता.

अगर और जीते रहते यही इंतज़ार होता.

Austeen Sufi March 8, 2009 at 6:42 AM  

that was good work, well documented

Austeen Sufi March 8, 2009 at 6:44 AM  

शौक़ हर रंग रक़ीब-ए-सर-ओ-सामाँ निकला
क़ैस तसवीर के पर्दे में भी उरियाँ निकला

ज़ख़्म ने दाद न दी तंगी-ए-दिल की यारब
तीर भी सीना-ए-बिस्मिल से परअफ़्शाँ निकला

Rohit Sharma March 8, 2009 at 7:17 AM  
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Ashok March 8, 2009 at 7:18 AM  

that was good work rohit....loved it

potpourrii March 8, 2009 at 9:40 AM  

Good post. Thanks for the heritage walk through your post. For few seconds I was transported back in the bygone days and wished it lasted a little longer.

Er. Nidhi Mishra March 8, 2009 at 10:32 AM  

well presented with good lines from Ghalib saab

सुशील कुमार छौक्कर March 8, 2009 at 11:50 AM  

हैं और भी दुनिया में सुखनवर, बहुत अच्छे,
पर कहतें है की ग़ालिब का है अंदाज़े बयान और.
सच गालिब चच्चा की बात ही कुछ और थी।

Prachi Pandey March 8, 2009 at 2:09 PM  

nice photo tour to one of best poet .....well bolographed

Ritu March 8, 2009 at 7:14 PM  

nicely presented .....

R. Ramesh March 8, 2009 at 9:34 PM  

yes..very well presented..

Deepak Barua March 8, 2009 at 11:15 PM  

really nice one and great research work

Radhika March 9, 2009 at 1:08 AM  

loved dis post......well documented with ghalib ssab's line

swati March 9, 2009 at 1:09 AM  

hey good yaar atleast someone is exploring and bringing out to us..
good job.

janice_phil March 9, 2009 at 1:25 AM  

wow!!! great blog there doc...hehe!! awesome page...

Dr. Pragya bajaj March 9, 2009 at 9:04 AM  

very nicely presented rohit

Ruchi March 10, 2009 at 9:39 PM  

lovely and rare some1 writing on ghalib saab

Priyanka Khot March 12, 2009 at 3:52 PM  


This post was magnificent. Delhi is after all the beloved of Ghalib.

Inspired me to go visiting Chandni Chowk for myself asap. :-)

Happy Blogging!

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