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Those February people

  • Published at 11:00 pm February 12th, 2020
February 13 month
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A tribute to some luminaries born on February 13

It is time to celebrate some individuals for whom love in us has been enduring. They were all born on February 13. They were all stars in the firmament of intellectual delight. They were people of creativity. 

One was an artiste of unsurpassable skill and grandeur. Another was a poet who believed that politics was an arena she needed to wade into. The third was a poet and communist activist who spent time in prison and is recalled for his coruscating verses.

All three have left enduring legacies behind. Two were Bengalis. The third was a Punjabi. One died a year after the other was born. They shared their birthday. And they died in the same month. 

Sarojini Naidu was born on February 13, 1879. Nilufar Yasmin opened her eyes to life on February 13, 1948. Naidu’s life came to a close on March 2, 1949. Yasmin passed into the ages on March 10, 2003. Faiz Ahmed Faiz was born on February 13, 1911, and passed into the Great Beyond on November 20, 1984.

It was music which gave substance to Nilufar Yasmin. The fourth among five sisters, she found it sheer joy to be the offspring of parents in whom modernity was a defining code of existence. Her father’s liberalism of thought was the guiding principle on which life in the family moved along. 

Her mother sang well, knew the intricacies of music, which talent was passed on to all five daughters, four of whom found significant perches in the realm of Bengali music. The remaining daughter, the third in that illuminated sibling kingdom, carved her own niche in education, the disseminating of it.

Nilufar Yasmin remains, 17 years after her death from cancer, a powerful point of reference for music aficionados on both sides of the old Bengal. Her renditions of Nazrul songs have not quite been matched by her contemporaries, or those who have come after her. In her voice, in the tonality of it, was captured the very essence of Nazrul. 

Passion defined her hold on the classical; in her voice, it was the ancient classical tradition in sub-continental music that not only came alive once again, but also went into exploring newer dimensions. Yasmin’s versatility was all. 

She sang Nazrul, of course. And then she went beyond Nazrul -- to Atul Prasad, to Dwijendralal, and Rajanikanta. She sang, eyes closed, lost to the present and thus mingling with the timeless. You listened, eyes closed, sharing the energizing spirit defining time and space in her and then internalizing it within you.

All these years since life took leave of her, Nilufar Yasmin goes on singing for us, arousing in us all the emotions that come associated with love. She sings “ke bideshi mono udashi / baanshero baanshi bajao boney” like no one else can. The song elongates itself into the twilight. 

You wait for the lover, as the first star gleams in the sky. Nilufar Yasmin brought pathos into her song. She sings, across the frontier between life and death, the sombre “jibon shey to poddo patae shishir bindu / morubhumir buuke achhe bishad shindhu.” 

A dash of the spiritual, a shining bit of piety, rise in your inner being. And your heart offers homage to the soul that will forever be Nilufar Yasmin’s.

Homage goes out too to the Nightingale of India. For that was how admirers of her poetry looked upon Sarojini Naidu. She was destined to be a star, seeing that at age 12 she composed poetry underlined with depth of meaning. And then it was poetry all the way. 

Hear her intone, in the falling light of day: “My heart is weary and sad and alone / For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone / And why should I stay behind?” Naidu thrives on dreams, weaves them constantly into the fabric of her imagination: “Go back to your grave, O my Dream, under forests of snow / Where a heart-riven child hid you once, seven aeons ago / Who bade you arise from darkness? I bid you depart! / Profane not the shrines I have raised in the clefts of my heart.”

To her poetry, Sarojini Naidu added political substance. No, she did not mingle one with the other. She only complemented one with the other and so happily trod a new path in poetry. There were those in whose company her brilliance shone through. Gandhi, Gokhale, Jinnah, Nehru -- all of these men were charmed by the sparks Naidu gave off. 

Her poetry was deeply romantic. Her wit enlivened social gatherings. And her politics consistently underscored her sense of nationalism. She believed in a united, multi-religious, and multi-cultural India and was wounded severely in the heart when it was a divided India that people -- Hindus and Muslims -- celebrated in the aftermath of freedom. 

And then came Gandhi’s assassination, truly a tragic end to a glorious chapter of struggle. Naidu mourned. And then she carried on, as governor of Uttar Pradesh.

Sarojini Naidu was a brilliant speaker. Her speeches were largely extempore and sparkled with the wisdom she had derived from her ceaseless study of history. From a bigger perspective, she was a modern Indian woman, a quality which first revealed itself in caste-conscious India through her marriage to an individual not of the Brahmo class. 

That was a brave act. But, then, bravery was only natural in a woman proud of her ancestry. As she noted in one of her letters, “My ancestors for thousands of years have been lovers of the forest and mountain caves, great dreamers, great scholars, great ascetics.”

And who will ever forget Faiz’s “gulon mein rang bhare / baad-e naubahar chale / chale bhi aao ke / gulshan ka karobar chale”? There was poetry in his entire being, but it was a life that was punctuated by much of politics as well. Faiz was, again, much more. He was a journalist whose commitment to political causes was enough to rattle governments in his native Pakistan. 

In the early 1950s, he was carted off to prison, tried and sentenced to a jail term because of what was given out as his involvement in the Akbar Khan conspiracy to dislodge Pakistan’s civilian government. Faiz survived those dark days in incarceration, through creating poetry and imagining the beauty of the world beyond the walls that would not let him out.

But, in the end, he was let out. He was free to restructure his life, and ours, through the ceaseless passion he brought into his thoughts, which thoughts swiftly translated into poetry. In the early 1970s, morbidity took hold of him as he watched his country’s soldiers commit murder and pillage in an East Pakistan that was fast turning into the independent nation of Bangladesh. 

In June 1974, he made his last trip to Bangladesh, lost himself in nostalgia and remembered all the friends who had once been his links to Bengal. At the national memorial in Savar, even as his leader Zulfikar Ali Bhutto was determined not to be contrite about his country’s doings in this country, Faiz sat under a tree, sad poetry creating new waves in his soul. He went back to Lahore, to write some of the saddest verses of his life.

To Nilufar Yasmin and Sarojini Naidu and Faiz Ahmed Faiz, on this February day, go our tribute in all its warmth and ecstasy brought on by thoughts of the aesthetic kind. They are an indelible part of the heritage that binds the subcontinent in cultural unity, today and always.

Syed Badul Ahsan is a journalist and biographer.

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