Its been 4 year the blog is up and running , The response it has created has been amazing , overwhelming and a beautiful one , I Still remember my Aunt Hugging me and crying for a very long time , Thanking me with every tear she can that I could do something for the family , that I was instrumental in a way for opening up a new way of offering my Grandfather's Shayari to the world.
I Guess we humans have a tendency to not appreciate the talent we have around us until its gone , like its rightly said , the book closest to the eyes is the one that is difficult to read. Though my Baba and Maa were responsible in instilling me with all the love for family , there was someone who was quietly working on this boys curiosity needs .My Grand Mother was a the lady who told me all the religious bedtime stories and the kid loved them and cherished them dreamed about them Smiled and lived happily till the time he started hunting logic in it , I got curious and came up with all possible questions behind the stories , My Dad My Mom and My Grandma did answer most of them and left a few for me to find it on my own, and the Curiosity and need for logic increased with every solution i gave myself. I guess my Grandfather had always known that people of his household will ask questions and a lot of them and that's the reason may be why he chose to pass on the legacy of his knowledge, Shayari to one of his favourite child.
Mrs.ZaibunissaVakil (married to Mr. Hyder Vakil) as her passport would say , is the reason behind a person like me understands certain aspects of religion and divinity, A complete Lady with knowledge so vast that a person like me will never be able to gauge the vastness , and a women nevertheless with amazing cuisine abilities. She could clear any doubt with remarkable proofs, the sessions those with her were as long as 8-10 hrs , I loved asking her the most difficult ones cos then that gave me an option to have as many Gajar ka halwas as I can.
My Aunt wrote under the pen-name Zaiba Hyderabadi, though all the Makhta's(The last sher where the shayar's pen-name is mentioned) of her Gazals and Nauha's have just Zaiba as her pen name , She had specifically told me that the reason to add Hyderabadi was because there was already a shayara with the same pen name and hence. some of her sher's and gazals and nauhas have become international just like my Grandfathers, we the Kids of the household may have got busy with the lives and rat race of the world and probably didnt realise the what we have had when she was around us , until the day she passed away and left us in a limbo, but we sure are not sit by and let all her work go in vain.
This doesn't mean the blog will stop talking about my Grandfather, all it means is it shall be a tribute to the Man who has given me a Dad to Love and respect and a Tribute to the Women Who has made me a Man My kids will Love and Respect.
Of the various Kalam's written by my Aunt Zaiba Hyderabadi one that trends the world of Internet is
"Ba tufail e daman e Murtuza main kya batao mujhe kya mila,
Jo Ali Mile tho Nabi mile , jo Nabi Mile tho KHUDA mila"
A Nazm Most of the people house now rejoices regularly
Be Taufail e Daman e Mutuza , Main Batau kya mujhe kya mila
Ke Ali Mile tho Nabi Mile ,Jo Nabi Mile tho KHUDA Mila
Tere Naqshe Paa se Kadam kadam, jo Mukam Sabr o Giza mila
Kahi khaake Ahle Junoon Mile , Kahin Khoon e Alhe wafa mila
Tu ussi k Aankh ka Noor Hai , tu Ussi k dil ka Sukoon hai
Ke jiss Baland Nazar Mile , Ke Jisse Shahoor e wila Mila
Tu Rafeeq e Aale Rasool Hai , tu Shareeq e haal e Batool hai
Mai marefat ka
Aatisha ye tho jam jisko mila mila
Tu kareem ibn-e-kareem hai,Tera Faiz, Faiz-e-azeem hai
Tere dar se jo bhi mila Mere Hoslay se siva mila
Wohi tera qamile bawafa, wahi raat din tera tazkera
Teri Yaad hi main zindagi , tere yaaad hi main mazza mila
In a Naat form
May ALLAH the Almighty Grant both these Great Souls of my family a place in the Jannah for the services they have done to him
"Beti Hasan ki Aaj Duniya pe Chahi hai
Dekh Tanveer Tere Dada ne kya daulat kamai hai"
