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Parveen Shakir was born on 24th November, 1952 in Karachi, Pakistan. She was highly educated with two masters degrees, one in English literature and

one in linguistics. She also held a Ph.D and another masters degree in Bank Administration.

She was a teacher for nine years before she joined the Civil Service and worked in the Customs department. In 1986 she was appointed the second secretary, CBR in

Islamabad.

A number of books of her poetry have been published. In chronological order, they are Khushboo (1976), Sad-barg (1980), Khud-kalaami (1990), Inkaar (1990) and

Maah-e-Tamaam (1994). Her first book, Khushboo, won the Adamjee award. Later she was awarded the Pride of Performance award, which is the highest award given by

the Pakistan government.

On 26th December, 1994, on her way to work, her car collided with a truck and the world of modern Urdu poetry lost one of its brightest stars.

Parveen Shakir initially wrote under the pen-name of 'Beena'. She considered Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi her 'ustad' and used to called him 'Ammujaan'. She was married to

Dr. Nasir Ahmed but got divorced from him sometime before her untimely demise in 1994. They had one son - Murad Ali.

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I know ‘absolutely’ nothing about Parveen Shakir, never met her, never read her poetry, only heard it read out loud or sung by someone else, so I really have no business in writing a tribute to her but even then for some odd reason my fingers are ‘doodling’ on the keyboard as if I were about to compose a Mozart symphony.

I remember when Parveen Shakir died in a car accident; I was only a few cars behind her. I remember the Suzuki-van (Suzuki-Dabba) with a government plate at Faisal Chowk all battered. By the time I reached home the news had spread like wild fire all over the city. Some said a bureaucrat had died, while others said a poet, while it was actually a bit of both.

Next day I had some work with a renowned political butterfly of Islamabad, one of those people whose pictures you see on the second page of an Urdu newspaper or the 9 o’clock PTV Khabarnama, always standing ‘behind’ an important person or late at night sitting in Marriot’s Nadia Cafe with a bunch of men in crumpled up over-starched, white shalwar kameezes. Usually the deal with such people is that in order to get your work done, you have to tolerate their company and political views for at least half the day. As luck would have it this political butterfly’s photo-opportunity-pit-stop for the day was Parveen Shakir’s after funeral prayer service.

I remember the day quite vividly, the funeral was held at a government school, somewhere in or around Lal-Quarter, not to be mistaken for our version of New Orleans, ‘French Quarters’. The weather was gloomy; the sky was completely frosted with stormy clouds. In between the leafless branches of trees the sky appeared as if it was about to crack open any minute. Aitzaz Ahsan and Sartaj Aziz were one of the prominent attendees.

What got my attention was the young cleric employed for the prayer service; he didn’t have a bushy goat like beard but a neatly trimmed one. The young Mullah’s pre-prayer speech was so eloquently sermonized as he interspersed the loss of Parveen Shakir with the tragedies of Islamic history that one felt that one was watching a beautiful rendition of a Greek play. Behind the curtains came the wailing sound of an older woman and people whispered that it was Parveen Shakir’s mother. The melancholia that day: the loss of Parveen Shakir, the young cleric’s sermon, the wailing of women and the grey weather had on overwhelmingly sad, yet redeeming affect on the spirit as I felt tears welling up in me, even though like most of the dignitaries, I was gate-crashing the funeral.

Couple of mobile phone models later I had relocated to America; one night I got a call from a Christian Jordanian friend of mine who needed a ride to Chicago because his Filipino girlfriend was coming from New York. I was reluctant to go because it was late, Chicago was 2 hours away and there was a storm warning and the weather channel had sent out a warning that Counties North of Chicago would be boggy-trapped with tornadoes.

Reluctantly I agreed to drive my friend to Chicago. By the time we got on the expressway, the downpour got heavier. Seeing my handgrip tighten around the wheel, my friend started to sing some Arabic love songs, in order to lighten up the mood, although if he hadn’t told me, I would have probably thought that he was reciting verses from a Holy book.

Our destination was a rundown house in a bad neighbourhood in Chicago; I was made to sit in the living room with a couple of Filipinos watching television, while my Jordanian friend disappeared for a while. Bush was on the television screen saying something, while in the living room, a naked, diaper-less Filipino-toddler was running back and forth in front of the television screen like a moving-pendulum on a grandfather’s clock, ‘yes time was running out for Bush’, I thought.

A Filipino guy sitting next to me asked where I was from, to which I replied Pakistan. The first thing he said to me was, "Have you heard of Parveen Shakir, the poet? We were in Harvard together". I was slightly humbled by the revelation because condescendingly I had taken the guy to be a cook at a Chinese takeaway. Then he started talking about Parveen Shakir’s life at Harvard, how influential and well known she was at Harvard, everyone liked her and that she was dazzlingly brilliant. For the next couple of hours we kept discussing Parveen Shakir till my Jordanian friend came back. It was a weird moment, I wouldn’t say I felt proud to be a Pakistani because giving a feeling a ‘nationality’ kills the universality of it but here I was past midnight in a crime ridden neighbourhood in Chicago where tornadoes were swirling like French wines in the North, with a Filipino I didn’t know from Jack, discussing Parveen Shakir.

Backtracking to present day Pakistan, the other day I was watching PTV, depressed because my cable was down and I could not watch my favourite channel where women are aimlessly exercising on the beach. Suddenly Mehdi Hassan came on air and started singing a Parveen Shakir ghazal. The ghazal was so beautiful and refreshing that at that moment all the associated and unassociated memories of Parveen Shakir came back to me, like in a western Symphony when all the different melodies congregate back to the central theme for a grand finale. At that moment I thought, who cares whether Musharraf doffs his uniform or not or whether Shahbaz Sharif comes back or not; in times to come, like the cardamom in our teas, Parveen Shakir and ‘people like her’ will always be more relevant than all the power hungry Generals and politicians of Pakistan put together.

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Sang e marmar kee khunk baanhon mein

Husn e khuabeeda ke agayae meree ankhain shal hain

Gung sadiyon ke tanaazur mein koi bolta hai

Waqt ke jazbae ke tarzu pe zar o seem o javahar ki tarap tolta hai !

Hur naae chaand pe pathar wohee sach kehte hein

Isee lamhae se damak uthae hein inke chehrae

Jiskee lau,umr gayae,eik dil e shab zad ko mehtaab baana ayee thee!

Ishee Mehtaab ki eik narm kiran

Sanch sang mein dhal payee tou

Ishq rang e abdiyaat se sarafzaah hoa

Kiya ajub neend hai

Jisko choo kar

Jo bhi ata hai khulee aankh liyae ata hai

So chukae khaawb e abad dekhnae walae kab ke

Aur zamaana hai ke is khawb ki tabeer liye jaag raha hai ab tak !

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A nazm from Parvin Shakir:

So ab ye shart-e-hayaat tehri

Ke shehar ke sab najeeb afraad

Apne apne lahoo ki huurmat se muunharif ho ke jeena seekhain

Wo sab aqeeday ke in gharaanon mein

In ki aankhon ki rangaton ki tarah tassalsuul se chal rahe the

Sunaa hai baatil qaraar paaey........!!!

Wo sab wafa-daarian ke jin per lahoo ke waade halaf huay the

Wo aaj se mas-lehat ki gha.dhian shumaar hongi

Badan ki wabastagi ka kya zikr

Ke Rooh ke ahed naame tak fasakh maane jaaen ge !!!!!!!!!!

Khamoshi-o-maslehat pasandi mein kheriat hai

Magar mere shehar-e-munharif mein

Abhi kuch aisay ghayoor-o-saadiq ba-qaid-e-jaan hain

Ke harf-e-inkaar jinki qeemat nahin bana hai

So haakim-e-shehar jab bhi apne ghulam zaade

Inhen giraftaar karne bhejen

To saat mein aik aik ka shajra-e-nasab bhi rawaana karna

Aur uun ke hamraah sard patthar mein chuun-ne dena

Ke aaj se jab

Hazaar-ha saal hum bhi

Kissi zamaane ke Taxila ya Haddappa ban ker talaashey jaaein

To uus zamaane ke log

Hum ko

Kahin bahut kam nasab na jaanein !!!!!!!!

(Parvin Shakir)

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Kuchch ash'aar, chandd nazmein achchee hain marhooma kee

Achi tou hein hee but more than that I feel i can relate to almost all of them very very closely , and hence it touches my soul deep ,

anywyz

thanx for the acknowledgement note , :)

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Faseel-e-shehar per thi zarb-e- kaari

Kamaa.n daaron ka shauq-e-sheharyaari

Kehan fankaar ko mar ke bhi haasil

Azaab-e-zindagi se rastgaari

Hujoom-e-rang mein bhi dil ka maslak

Kissi ahd-e-wafaa ki paasdaari

Uusi chehrey se auron ki parakh hai

Abhi tak hai wohi ik shakl pyaari

Wo khud jab tootne waala hu'a tha

Mein haari bhi to kaise waqt haari

Zamee.n Maa.n ki tarah hai her sitam per

Bas ik harf-e-du'aa honton se jaari

Kissi beemaar ki bai-yath mein roshan

Hamaari gardanon pe surkh dhaari

Aseer-e-Karbala jab yaad aa'en

Kehan lagti hai phir zanjeer bhaari !!

(Parveen Shakir)

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Haan yeh tou hai, agar kisee kalaam, cheez yaa shakhs say banda relate karr jaaye tou woh, apnee mahiyyat say buland hou karr kuchch digar haisiyyat ikhtyaar laytee hai

Ahmad Faraaz bhee aik aisaa hee sha'er hai, jisay bay panaah maqbooliyat haasil hai, magar Mayn nak Charhrhee usay lawndoun kaa sha'er kehtee hoon

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Haan yeh tou hai, agar kisee kalaam, cheez yaa shakhs say banda relate karr jaaye tou woh, apnee mahiyyat say buland hou karr kuchch digar haisiyyat ikhtyaar laytee hai

Ahmad Faraaz bhee aik aisaa hee sha'er hai, jisay bay panaah maqbooliyat haasil hai, magar Mayn nak Charhrhee usay lawndoun kaa sha'er kehtee hoon

Bilkul ...............baat khubsoorat ho tou sabhi ko achi lagtee hei , magar jab us baat ka koi sira apke tajurbe ya ehsas se aan kar mil jaye tou phir jo ashnayee ki gaanth bantee hei vo ajub lutf detee hei ............aisi hee eik shayera hein Parveen Shaakir ........

magar iske ilawa bhi .......unhon ne aam se un jazbon ko jo AAM nahi hote magar jinko lafzon mein likh kar izhaar karne se kayee log qaacir rehte hien , aise jazbon ko bhi bari sehalpasandi se ata kar dya hai apne saada se andaaz mein ..........

Aurat ke jazbe , vo kiya chahtee hei , kya pasand kartee hei , uske dilki dharkanain kiya mangteeh ien ,uske dukh kiya hote hien kaise hote hein ...........sabhik uch is shayera ne bare qareene se ata kiya hai apne kalam mein ,

bauhat pasand hei hamae yeh

AHMAD FARAZ SAHAB !!!

Hmmm

Sach kahein tou hamae na tou ye pasand hein na inki shakhsiyaat .........

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Sha'er kee shaksiyyat peh naheen jaana chaahiye

Parveen Shakir kou sha'eraat kee Faraaaz kahaa gyaa hai

Abb isay tehseen samjho yaa gaali

:) aurat mazlum ho ro rahe ho dukh utha rahe ho khamosh ho tou mard buahat hamdardi karta hai ,

magar aurat mazbut asaab kee ho , taleem yaafta ho intellect ho , if she can speak her mind and has her ANTINAS on tou mard bardasht nahi kar pata , Parveen shakir aisi hee eik hasad aur nafrat ka shikaar theen , as far as i think ...

Faraz sahab ki shakhsiyat unke ashaar mein bauhat waazeh hei , aur phir i met him in person in Kinnaird where from i wz graduating ............Shayed vo acararat reh gaye , He did have a magnatic pull , but then .........he used it to exploit the fairer sex ......somehow vo talkhi shayed reh gayee hei ehsas mein jo hum ne wahan hote dekha ........

anywayz

Koi tou nazm kuch to apko meri pasand ki shayera ka acha lagta ho ga

kuch to bhejiye na

:(

iti to zyada wali achi hein yeh .......chaliye jaldi se kuch post kijiye meri pasand ki shayera ke likha hoa :blush:

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Chorro Fraaz kou ----

Kinnaird College; Kinnaird School mein bhee parhrha?

nope

St Joseph s school

Kinnaird college

Govt College

Aji Faraz ko pakra he kahan tah jo chorain

kyun badnaam kar ahee hien

bhai hum tou gu ke farishta nai hein pur hijaabon mein rehne wale log hein :) (in context to faraz s sher)hehehee

acha jaldise chaliye Parveen Shakir ki koi tehreer jo apko pasand ho post kijiye

JALDIIIIIIII SE

ME WAITING WAITING

jaldee postiye bhai

:(

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tumhaaree farmaaesh parr

Jugnoo kou dinn mein parakhnay kee zidd karein

Bachchay hamaaray ehad kay chaalaak hou gaye

Yeh bibi hamaaray mian sahab kou bohat pasand hain, inn kee kulliyyat bhee laa kay kaheen rakhkhee huee hain, magar hamm thehray nakkcharhrhay . . .

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tumhaaree farmaaesh parr

Jugnoo kou dinn mein parakhnay kee zidd karein

Bachchay hamaaray ehad kay chaalaak hou gaye

Yeh bibi hamaaray mian sahab kou bohat pasand hain, inn kee kulliyyat bhee laa kay kaheen rakhkhee huee hain, magar hamm thehray nakkcharhrhay . . .

hahaha

chaliyae shukr hei ke jo BIBI apke mian ko pasand hein vo guzar chuki hein , kam se kam apko tasali tou ho gee hee

hahahaa

Rahi NAKCHARHAE HONE ki baat otu hamare sath ap nakcharhee ho he nai sakteen

Shart laga lijiye ?!

i m sure haar jayen ge

aur haar gayeen tou

one cone iccream

one tablorone

one ice lolly

DEAL ?!

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hahaha

chaliyae shukr hei ke jo BIBI apke mian ko pasand hein vo guzar chuki hein , kam se kam apko tasali tou ho gee hee

hahahaa

Aye

Usay mujh say fursat milay gee tou kaheen aur nazar uththay gee naa

Yoon bhee usay chaar kee [mashroot] ijazat tou hai naa, tou Mayn kaun beech mein taang arraanay waali

Rahi NAKCHARHAE HONE ki baat otu hamare sath ap nakcharhee ho he nai sakteen

Shart laga lijiye ?!

i m sure haar jayen ge

aur haar gayeen tou

one cone iccream

one tablorone

one ice lolly

DEAL ?!

Deal, apart from one little arrchann, Allah Mujhay kabhee harwaataa naheen

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Aye

Deal, apart from one little arrchann, Allah Mujhay kabhee harwaataa naheen

Allah kare ap hamesha jeeten aur jeetne ki khushi mein hamae ye sab khila den

:P

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Çä ˜Ç ÂäϪی ˜ی ÏÑÇäÊی Óÿ Ȫی ˜ŠäÇ ãÔ˜á

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Sh'eyr achchay hain. Tou tumm bhee iss kay paristaar hou?

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Wayse ham itne aashna nahee they kaafi dilchasp hain..

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one more nice one..

ÇÓی Óÿ æªÿ ˜æÆی ÏÔÊ ˜ی ÑÝÇÞÊ Ìæ

ÌÈ Â䘪 ˜ªæáÿ ÀÇšæŸ ˜Ç ÓáÓáÀ Ï혪ÿ

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Mujhay iss kaa woh sh'eyr bohat achchaa laggtaa hai

Jugnu kou dinn mein parakhnay kee zidd karein

Bachchay hamaaray 'ehad kay chaalaak hou gaye

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Mujhay iss kaa woh sh'eyr bohat achchaa laggtaa hai

Jugnu kou dinn mein parakhnay kee zidd karein

Bachchay hamaaray 'ehad kay cvhaalaak hou gaye

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hmmm ye baat tou hai..

btw is that real accident? I mean Parveen Shakir

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