Syed Mahmood Khundmiri

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Syed Mahmood Talib Khundmiri with Zail Singh Former President of India
Late Mr. Talib Khundmiri.jpg
Born (1938-02-14)14 February 1938
Bidar, Karnataka
Died 16 January 2011(2011-01-16) (aged 72)
Lonavla, India
Nationality Indian
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Syed Mahmood Khundmiri (Urdu: سید محمود خوندمیری ‎) (known popularly by his takhallus Talib; born 14 February 1938; died of cardiac arrest on 16 January 2011, in Pune, Maharashtra)[1] was an Indian Urdu language poet, humorist, architect, artist, orator, and one of the leading Urdu poets of the 20th and 21st centuries. Mahmood concentrated on humorous poetry, and was considered among the elite of Urdu humor.[2]

Mahmood was born in Donegal Bidar, Karnataka, India. In addition to his own writing career, he was involved in many organizations. He was one of the senior most member of Zinda Dalaan-E Hyderabad[3] (a grass-roots arts and humor group) and served on its executive board from 1963 to 2011. He also served on the executive board of Shugoofa,[4] an Urdu periodical, for more than 40 years. Talib, a pseudonym given to him by his peers, combined poetry with both sarcasm and humor.[2] Known for his elevated style and tone in the world of Urdu literature, he combined life experiences with his artistic gifts as a versatile poet and architect.[5]

Family[edit]

Wife: Ayesha Khundmiri. Children: Salma Khundmiri (Resides in Canada), Zeeshan Khundmiri (Reside in U.S, Businessman), Irfan Khundmiri, (Resides in U.S, Gemologist), Faizan Khundmiri (Resides in U.S, Data Architect), Afreen Khundmiri[6] (Resides in U.S, Compliance Audit Analyst) and Yasmeen Khundmiri (Resides in U.S)

Early life[edit]

Childhood[edit]

Mahmood's grandfather, Syed Miran, was his mentor and the most ardent supporter. Mahmood spent most of his childhood with his grandfather who was an accomplished home builder. Mira sahab inspired Mahmood to become an architect and In 1963 Mahmood earned his Architectural degree.[7] He recited his first poem about his grandfather when he was 12 years old and upon his grandfather's encouragement started writing poems. He was a talented man just like his grandfather. He participated in many competitions during his school and college days and won many awards.

Education[edit]

Mahmood attended school in Musheerabad where he lived for 16 years before moving to Chanchalguda on May 31, 1963. He was a versatile man and participated in many extra-curricular activities during his academic career. He also played football with his senior school mate,[8] Syed Nayeemuddin, who was a former Captain and a couch of Indian National football team. He enrolled in the Jawaharlal Nehru Fine Arts and Architecture University[9] in Hyderabad and earned his architecture degree with the License No 35. He was also elected as " FELLOW OF INDIAN INSTITUTE OF ARCHITECTS"[10] on May 16, 1992 by INDIAN INSTITUTE OF ARCHITECTS with the Registered serial No 1716.

Career[edit]

Writings[edit]

Mahmood's poetry and writing career started when he was 12 years. In his college days he and his few friends started a magazine and organization called[11] Bazm-E-Urdu and won Basheerunnissa basher memorial ruling trophy. He was a gifted writer and a poet. He has written many articles in[12] Munsif Urdu daily newspaper weekly column called Turfa tamasha. He has also written a book called Sukhan Ke Parde Mein and now this book is used as a curriculum in Shimoga[13] university of Karnataka. When Talib was seventeen, one of his close relatives Alam Khundmiri,[14] (an important intellectual figure and a dynamic writer of his time) has correctly anticipated that he will be an amazing poet and a writer in future.[15]

Khatmalon ki faryaad is one of his famous Nazms which was translated in English. The verses are as follows:

Dua-e-siyah (Gazal)

Yeh dua hai tujhse mere khuda,

meri khak itni ujaal de

Ke agar ana ki ramaq bhi ho,

mere jism-o-jaan se nikaal de

Meri baat kya,meri zaat kya,

yeh nafs hai kya yeh hayaat kya

Yeh toh mushte-khaak hai jab talak,

tera aks isme na daal de

Mujhe ijazz deke badha bana,

tera khauf deke khara bana

Woh mizaaj mujh ko bhi kar ata,

ke faqeeri jiski misaal de

Tera zikr mera libaas ho,

tu hamesha mere hi paas ho

Na toh koi aur hi sonch de,

na toh aur koi khayal de

Mein toh ek banda pur qatah,

meri larzishon ka shumaar kya

Ke khadam jamake rahun khada,

koi aisa mujh me kamaal de

Kabhi itna soz-e-daroon badha,

kabhi itna josh-e-junoon badha

Ke tujhi se tujhko hi maang loon,

woh talb woh zarf sawaal de

Tera kabse TALIB-e-deed hoon,

tera shiftah bhi shadeed hoon

Ke umeed war-e-navee hoon,

mujhe khaali haath na tal de!!!!

Talib Khundmirii

Ek din ek jonk se kuch khatmalon ne yeh kaha

Dijiye khala hame bhi koi aisa mashwara

Ab Bajaye khoon koi aur hi shaey pi sakein

Admi se door rehkar ham Khushi se jee sakein

Kyunki iss me khoon ab kam kam hi paya jaye hai

Ab na choosa jaye hai isko na chaata jaye hai

Iski sheeryanon me yu toh khoon milta hi nahi

Mil bhi Jata hai toh iss me zayqa kuch bhi nahi

Kaun jaane kya bala khane laga hai admi

Kis milawat ki ghiza khane laga hai admi

Hum Jo peete hain usey khoon maannaa bekaar hai

Kyunki iska rang bhi pehchanna dushwaar hai

Isme surqi se zyada hai safedi aajkal

Khoon ki surat hogayi hai doodh ki si aajkal

Ek zamana tha ke hamne khoon ke darya bhi piye

Aaj Ghanton choostey hain ek khatre ke liye

Kya kahein khala hamari pyaas bhujti hi nahi

Isse pehle yeh girani khoon ki thi hi nahi

Ab haseeno ki rago mein bhi ab lahu bakhi nahi

Inki mehfilon mein bhi koi khoon bhara sakhi nahi

Pehle Inka khoon hua karta tha manind sharab

Yu mahekta tha rago me jaise gulshan me gulab

Choostey hi inko apna bhi nikharta tha shabab

Ek nayi karvat badalta tha badan me aztarab

Booye khono se mast ho kar jhoomne lagte they hum

Apni apni khatmaliyo ko choomne lagte they hum

Hogaye hain aajkal woh naujawaan bhi badmazaa

Jinki sheeryano mein behti thi kabhi joo-ye tila

Jinka khoon peete hi aksar mauj me aate the hum

Moo lagte hi jinhe sar-shar hojate they hum

Ab unhi ko choos kar bimar padjate hai hum

Sukh jatey hain,sukad jatey hain,sad jatey hain hum

Ab kahan tak hum karein apne ghamo ka tazkera

Kuch Dino pehle hamare saath aisa bhi hua

Phoot Nikli thi hamare jism se gaanje ki boo

Peeliyaa tha bhool kar humne Jo hippi ka lahoo

Kya kahein kya kya balaa,kya khahar unke khoon me hai

Tiktweenty se zyada zehar unke khoon me hai

Apni sari chashni khone laga hai admi

Haye! Kitna be-maza hone laga hai admi

Sun chuki hai khatmalon ki dastani tishnagi

Ek adaaye khoon chakaan se jonk yeh kehne lagi

Aaj tak tune piya hai sirf janta ka lahu

Ab Zara pi kar toh dekho ek neta ka lahu

Ab toh mera bhi guzara hai inhi ke khoon par

Kya bataoon mai ke isme zaiqa hai kis qadar

Unka khoon pikar bahot maqmoor hojati hoon Mai

Aam jonko ke ghamo se door ho jati hoon Mai

Mu lagte hi unhe chalaak hojati hoon Mai

Be-zarurat hi sahi be-bak hojati hoon mai

Unki har shiryaan hoti hai khazana khoon ka

Ek ek neta hai goya karkhana khoon ka

Kis qadar Khush zaiqa hota hai un sab ka lahu

Bhooki janta ka lahu bhi kuch lahu hai,aakh! Thoo!

Ek bhi khatrra kisi Neta ka Jo paa jayega

Usko janta ke lahu ka bhi maza aajayega!!

English Translation:

One day some bugs asked a leech

Aunty what alternative do you suggest

So that instead of blood we could have something else

That would keep us away from the humans

Because now very less blood flows in his veins

Neither can we suck nor lick

We can hardly find any blood in them

Even if it is, it is so tasteless

Who knows what man has begun to eat

What adulterated food is he taking

What we drink cannot be called blood

Because, we can’t make out even its color

It’s rather white than red

It is more like milk than blood

There was a time we drank rivers of blood

Today we suck for hours just for a pint

What to say aunty our thirst doesn’t quench at all

In fact, earlier the blood was not so dear.

Now there is no blood even in the veins of the damsels

In their gathering indeed there is no cup-bearer

Earlier their blood was like wine

That used to fill veins with sweet smell like roses blooming in garden

The moment we sucked them we felt younger again

Our restlessness took a new turn in our body

Its fragrance used to take us into trance

And we used to kiss madly our mate-bugs in ecstasy

Nowadays those youngsters have also become tasteless

In whose veins used to flow a stream of gold

Sucking them we used to get excited

And used to be enraptured by a mere kiss

Now we fall ill sucking them

We become withered, Shrunk and rotten

How far shall we describe about our sorrows

Some days ago it so happened

Foul smell had burst out from our body

For we had sucked, by chance, the blood of a hippy

What to say what the hell is in their blood

It’s more poisonous than tick twenty

Man has been losing all his flavors

Oh! How much tasteless has he become

When the woeful story of the thirsty bugs was over

The leech opened out with its bleeding mouth

Till today you have been sucking the blood of the people

Now try a little the blood of a leader

Now I too live on their blood

Oh! I can’t say how tasty it is

It makes me intoxicated

And keeps me away from the common leeches.

The moment I touch them with my mouth I become shrewd

And uncalled for, I become dauntless

Every vein of theirs is a pool of blood

Verily every leader is its factory

Oh! How tasty is their blood

Is the blood of the starving poor any blood, pooh?

He who could suck the blood of a leader

Would as well savour people’s blood

Poetry[edit]

Dileep Kumar and Saira Banu in the audience

Classical poetry, at that time was entirely in Persian. Eager to learn Farsi, Mahmood assisted with household chores for an elderly Farsi teacher in return for lessons. Many of his poeties were published in newspapers of Hyderabad such as Munsif, Saisat,[16] Deccan Chronicle[17] and Times of India.[18] In 1970's and 80's, he was also invited in many Urdu mushairas and Sham-e-qhazals on Doordarshan.[19] As he grew older, Mahmood started participating in Urdu poetry competitions and forums and quickly rose to be one of the most acclaimed poets of Zinda Dalaan-E Hyderabad.[20] Many celebrities such as, Zail Singh, Dileep Kumar, Ajit Kumar, Kaifi Azmi and many other celebrities have attended his Mushairas.

As a poet, Mahmood was recognized on the[21] international level, attending and receiving recognition at several mushairas.[22][23]

He was also one of the eminent participants and general secretary of World Humor Conference held in February 1985[24] at Lal Bahadur stadium, Hyderabad. His poetry has been compared to that of the legendary poet, Mirza Ghalib.

Architect[edit]

Mahmood began his career as an architect in BHEL from 1964 to 1976. He started his own firm called S.M Associates at King Kothi, Hyderabad in 1976 and designed over 500 masjids around the world.[citation needed] Since he was a modest and genuine man he never showed off his work.

One of Talib Khundmiri's design Masjid-e-Hassa, located at Hafiz Babanagar Hyderabad.

He never profited from his designs as he considered this to be religious philanthropy. He never advertised his work or put any kind of holding with his name on it, on any project. Apart from religious designs, he designed high rises, commercial buildings, hospitals and family homes. His architectural marvels have been compared to that of Mimar Sinan.[2]

Artist[edit]

Parvez Yadullah Mehdi's book cover designed by Talib Khundmiri

His artistic talent combined architectural abilities with his ability to connect with people thru his poetry. He has made hundreds of paintings and calligraphies thru his life. Many of his artworks were bought by Muslim families when they were exhibited in Chicago.

one of Talib Khundmiri's Mural design
One of Talib Khundmiri's calligraphy arts

He also designed many title covers for books for other writers. Parvez Yadullah Mehdi's[25] book cover page is one of the example of his design.

Tribute[edit]

The Standing Committee of the Greater Hyderabad Municipal Corporation has approved the proposal submitted by Malakpet MLA Ahmed Bin Abdullah Balala, of renaming the Chanchalguda-Malakpet road as “Talib Khundmiri road” to give him a tribute. Hz. Talib Khundmiri Sahab touched many in a positive way through his poetry, calligraphy and his architecture. With humor he brought us together and through his designs allowed us to experience art and culture.


See also[edit]

Articles on Talib Khundmiri[edit]

  • Talib Khundmiri: Humorous poet Talib Khundmiri passes away - Wajid, The Saisat Urdu News paper, Monday,[26] Jan 17 2011.
  • Talib Khundmiri: A tribute paid to Talib Khundmiri - By Dr Mujahid Ghazi, Pakistan Link, Chicago, Monday, Jan[27] 17 2011.

References[edit]

  1. ^ "Noted poet Mahmood passes away". Times Of India. 18 Jan 2011. Retrieved 19 May 2011. 
  2. ^ a b c "Hindustani Bazm-e-Urdu Paid Tribute to Talib Khundmiri". YaHindi. 23 January 2011. Retrieved 19 May 2011. 
  3. ^ Organization, Urdu poetry. "Mushaira". 
  4. ^ Magazine, Urdu. "Magazine". 
  5. ^ Many people around the world believe that he could be in the genius book of world record for designing over 500 mosques. "Obituary". The Siasat Daily (in Urdu). 17 January 2011. 
  6. ^ Afreen, Khundmiri. "Daughter". 
  7. ^ FIIA, Architects. "Indian Institution of Architects". 
  8. ^ Nayeemuddin, Syed. "Former Indian football player". The Times Of India. 
  9. ^ Jawaharlal, Nehru. "Architectural school Hyd". 
  10. ^ FIIA, Architects. "Fellowship". 
  11. ^ Urdu, Forum. "Bazm-e-Urdu". 
  12. ^ weekly, colu mn. "Munsif Daily Indian Newspaper". 
  13. ^ University, Shimoga. "University in Karnataka". 
  14. ^ Khundmiri, Alam. lications.com/product_info.php?products_id=10377 "Dynamic Writer". 
  15. ^ Urdu Organization, Hindustani. "Bazm-e-Urdu". 
  16. ^ Newspaper, Siasat. "Newspaper of Hyderabad". Siasat. 
  17. ^ Deccan, Chronicle. "English Newspaper of Hyderabad". 
  18. ^ Newspaper, Indian. "Times of India". The Times Of India. 
  19. ^ Channel, Television. rogmProd.html "Doordarshan". 
  20. ^ Channel, Tv. "Doordarshan". 
  21. ^ Riyadh, International. "Urdu Mushaira". 
  22. ^ Staff (7 January 2010). "Frogh presents annual global awards, wows lovers of Urdu poetry". The Peninsula (Qatar). 
  23. ^ "International Mushaira". Sydney, Australia: Sada-e-Watan. 
  24. ^ World Conference, Urdu. "Zinda dilane Hyderabad". 
  25. ^ Pervez, Yadullah. "Urdu writer". 
  26. ^ Reporter, Wajid. "News". 
  27. ^ Ghazi, Dr Mujahid. "Tribute to Talib Khundmiri". 

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