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Community - Prominent Kashmiris |
| Arjan Dev Majboor |
Distinguished poet and short story writer, Arjan Dev Majboor was born in 1923 at Zainapora village of Pulwama district in Kashmir. His father’s name was Pandit Kailash Ram Kaul. After graduating from Srinagar, he went to Lahore in 1942 for studying Sanskrit. Later, he passed M.A. from Kashmir University and also got a degree in teaching.
He started his career as a journalist. He worked in daily Hamdard and monthly Kong Posh for short periods from 1945 to 1951.In 1954 he became a teacher and retired as a lecturer in 1978.
Majboor has three collections of poems to his credit. Aman ta Zindagi was published in 1954.Dashe Haar came in 1983. Dazawani Kausam appeared in 1987.It contained nazms, vatsun, ghazals and vaakh of high quality. The whole work constitutes a muffled outcry of his bruised heart against the disappearance of old values.
His latest book Paadi Samayik is a long poem containing the story of Kashmir’s composite culture since time immemorial. It expresses his burning passion for his homeland and especially bemoans the fact that a land known for secularism and brotherhood of man has now been devastated by terrorism. The book won an award from the J&K Academy of Art, Language and Culture.
Majboor has also written a number of short stories. A notable contribution is Obra Shetsh, a translation of Kalidasa’s Meghdoot.He has also written a monograph on Krishna Joo Razdan.
A sample of his poetry is reproduced below. |
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| Paeyi Naa Vunali Vatan Pragaash |
Mochhi moorith tsol
Han-han tukarith pron variyi,
Pardesas manz zanta kaenith gav myon vojood,
Chhal-chhali myonuy dol katarovun,
Aaasanas basanas laejin shraakh,
Taerikhi tath shahras myaenis
Borbaedi hund naal volun
Gaaman zan tika-taar korun.
nas chaet hish kosataamath aayi
ta shahmath vaeharaevin
koetyan maanzi gulaen log naar;
khaana vujari kaetyan lookan baagi leechhin,
kaetyan masooman hund gulshan doothy korun,
kaetyan thaesikh badanas kily,
kaetyan hund asmath lootovukh,
Kaetyan seenas gav biriyaan,
Katsan mandoran log naar,
Maehalan pooryan gav samhaar,
kaetyan aalyan naash sapun.
Soru maery mandyut daehy buzy,
Rata saery gav paataal
Ta trihaerith voth aakaash.
Kuni kini yiyi naa vaava ringaah akh
Sontaech khoshavaeny,
Chaakan kari naa kaanchha vaathh,
Baavai kaetyah chhokh hai baayo,
Khasi kar zakhman myaanaen ang.
Baaman yin naa kuni kiny neerith,
Paaman lagi naa kuni kiny and,
Phulayaa barjastai baagan hinz
Kari naa aalav teliki paethy,
Baalas kun achh dara chham lajimatsy
Paeyi naa vunali vatan praagaash!
When will the fog disperse!
The tortuous sands of time passed by
Last year in this alien land,
Leaving a deep repentance at
The loss of my identity and
Tearing the edge of my gown to shreds.
The laughter and the cosy life I
Had known are now a dream.
My own historic city and villages
Have become shambles!
Which evil spirit visited my
Rose garden bringing misery
All over? Who knows how many
Henna-coated hands got burns,
How many people were uprooted!
How many innocent flower-meadows
Were struck by hailstorm,
How many bodies were nailed,
How many women were raped,
How many bosoms were riddled with bullets,
How many beautiful houses were burnt down,
How many rural habitations were destroyed,
How many birds lost their nests!
All beauty was besmeared with tar,
The nether world was soaked in blood
While the heavens trembled!
Would a whiff of pleasant spring
Breeze comes from anywhere,
Would anyone sew our wounds!
My brother! How many injuries
Shall I show you?
Who knows when these sores will heal?
Let new buds appear on the trees,
Let us stop blaming one another.
When will the old full-blown
Spring beckon us again?
My gaze is fixed on Pir Panchal,
I wish the fog on its winding
Paths yields to sunshine!
(Courtesy: Koshur Samachar) |
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