I have a particular fascination for sketch art. Through the eyes of an artist we can experience the world in so many different ways, and see different things. I love how artists have the ability to surprise, delight, and sometimes, shock. I love meeting and getting to know the artists. It’s a language for capturing thoughts, exploring ideas and then spread those ideas. I think art is a way to feel connected to the world. I always try to maintain work-life balance in order to pursue my interests and hobbies and that one interest I so want to pursue is s ketch art.
TUM EK GORAKH DHANDA HO COKE STUDIO PROFESSIONAL
Post college education, I pursued a tough option of professional studies of Chartered Accountancy and qualified in 2010.īut I always felt something was missing in those six to eight years of education since school. It rewarded though, as I topped the intermediate examination and secured gold medal. After leaving school many of my hobbies went to backdrop and I started to concentrate more on my studies. I regularly used to go for and enjoy scouting camps at Murree, a hill station in northern Pakistan. Then I developed interest in scouting and went on to achieve the highest rank in scouting, Quaie-e-Azam Boy Scout. I was good at sports and regularly played cricket and football till 1oth grade. I developed so many interests and hobbies over the course of time in my school and college days. I don’t know but somehow I could not continue it. I won an art competition in my school in 5th grade. I was very good at drawing in my school days, particularly until 6th or 7th grade. But here is this one hobby which I have always wanted to pursue but have not been able to start: the art of sketching. I like reading books, watching movies, listening music, travelling and exploring, watching and playing sports, exercising and recently blogging. I have varied interests and set of hobbies. The second poem is an excerpt from In the Bazaar of Love translated from the Persian - ‘Praise for Nizamuddin Auliya’.Is there something you’ve always wanted to do, but never got around to starting (an activity, a hobby, or anything else, really)? Tell us about it - and tell us about what’s keeping you from doing it. This story is elaborated by the awesome storyteller Ankit Chadha, in the early part of this lovely mix of dastangoi and musical interludes that illustrates Khusrau’s life. But there is an interesting fable around Rang, conflated with the first time Khusrao is said to have met his Pir, who heard his call, his quest for a companion in the mystic journey. Look on the english version, then like a short accompaniment perhaps. The original, of course, musically rendered stays in the mind. by Paul E Losensky & Sunil Sharma, Penguin. The first is Rang, with a translation from In the Bazaar of Love: The Selected Poetry of Amir Khusrau, trans. So here are two poems by Amir Khusrau, both with Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya - his pir, mursheed, guru, beloved - at the centre. But for now do read Raju Tai’s Coke Studio Pakistan: Songs from another country that exemplies this spirit of joy I speak about, and a very early poem shared on Poetly - before the newsletter even existed). There is so much warmth and togetherness in these moments, much like the youtube comments sections of exceptional coke studio songs! (I have been contemplating sharing a couple here for some time, and will for sure, when the time is right. I am a sucker for these heartwarming experiences of community, celebration, faith, music and good food. I think of Nizamuddin, just a few metres from where I live, of the qawwalis, and the ever present air of shelter - I think of how tired bodies and lost souls have found refuge in the open armed warm embrace of the pir for years. As the festive buzz of the streets outside the historic Masjid fill my mind’s eye, I remember, also, Muhammad Ali Road in Bombay turning into a galaxy of celestial lights orbiting slowly around people milling around eateries and gift shops leaving stardust trails. Visions of Khoye ke Jalebi, Burra, Sheermal, Kheer Sevai and other delicious Eid specials on the street beside Jama Masjid in Delhi distract me.
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