A Ballad in Plain D-monic Logic
Our world is changing. Fast. And in ways that even the more visionary of our ancestors could not have imagined. Believe it or not, many of these changes actually do benefit mankind as a whole, or at the very least a significant part of it. The dreaded curse of consumerism, for instance, has led to an unprecedented rise in the living standards of millions across the globe who would otherwise still be floundering in the murky waters of abject poverty.
Man has been to the moon, can order pizza delivery without speaking to another person, and is able to replace the human heart. These are just some of the marvels of our age. The imminent end of religion as the preeminent guiding principle in our lives signals yet another miracle [sic], which the more rational amongst the populace of terra firma are preparing to celebrate with the kind of fervour more commonly reserved for rave parties fueled by sex ’n drugs ’n rock ’n roll.
On the flip side, the long awaited and much vaunted renascence of Muhammedanism has been cheered by many. It has also been denounced Continue reading
Read this excellent piece “All that floats on the Internet” by Khalid Hasan published today in the Daily Times
There is far less political commotion in Pakistan than there is on the Internet, and it makes you wonder. Have some people nothing better to do than to unload their thoughts on whatever is going on or not going on in Pakistan?
Rarely if ever are these postings funny. When they try to be funny, they are droll, often spiteful and generally in poor taste. Of late, a new parody of the national anthem has been in circulation, which I refuse to read beyond the first two lines because they are unmetred or “vazan se bahar”. Our national anthem, although it contains no more than three or four words of Urdu, is at least metred.
There are some really weird characters out there. One who is probably based somewhere around Boston calls himself “International Professor” and Earthman alternatively. Continue reading
By Dr Syed Nomanul Haq
The year 2008 marks the centenary of Iqbal’s return from his three-year European sojourn, an intellectual and social experience that embodied a turning point in his life. In England, he studied at Trinity College of Cambridge University where a conference was recently held to celebrate the event.
Iqbal’s disclaimers that he is not a poet, or at least not a good one, are well known. ‘This voice of mine arises in discord with its own elements,’ he says, ‘do not receive it as poetry!’ Or again: ‘What of my ghazal? It has no tongue! What of myself? Ignorant of language!’ Such disclaimers are strewn all over the Iqbalian literary corpus. When the Lucknow magazine Awadh Punch cast the microscope of its linguistic bigotry on him and picked holes in his poetic expressions, he remained elegantly unfazed: ‘Why do they consider me a poet anyway?’ he asked. Then he would trivialise the matter utterly, lowering it from the poetic to the mechanical: ‘Quite often they base their censure upon printing errors… People keep printing my poems without asking me; at least they ought to show me the proofs!’