Who asks who is 'Galib'?Someone tell us what we said

Really, 'Who is Ghalib?' Who else will ask this question except Gen G and Gen Alpha? Even in Genji, if he was born in the 90s, he definitely knows Ghalib. Even if you don't know it, you definitely hear it! Ghalib is right without knowing!

Dil-E-Nadan Tujhe Hua Kya Hai?

What is the drug of this pain?

About 228 years ago today, in the cold month of December 1797, Ghalib was born in Agra, India. His name was not Ghalib. was Mirza Asadullah Beg Khan. The Ghalib family was a branch of the Mughal Raj dynasty that entered India after the fall of the kingdom from Samarkand, i.e. present-day Uzbekistan.

Ghalib, of Mughal ancestry, was born in India, where Hinduism was prevalent. He grew up in a time when India was ruled by the British. Thus, Ghalib saw many worlds simultaneously, not with his eyes but with his consciousness. Islam, Hinduism, Christianity, three philosophies, three sects, three worlds! Let me say this - he was Islam by culture, Hindu by geography and Christian by influence. It is certainly not that his consciousness is far-reaching.  Called

, he is the greatest poet of the 19th century. Javed Akhtar has said, "In the 19th century, not only in India, but in the world, no poet was born who could compete with Ghalib." He probably thought of this himself and he used to write -

rekhten ke temin ustad nahi ho 'Galib' 

khete hai अगुजी जामाने में को 'Mir' भी था 

Even he himself did not find anyone in his time to share with him. He did not hesitate to say this even in plain language. 

है अवर भी दुनिय में सुखन-वर भाथ आचे अच्चे

कहेत हैन की 'Galib' ka hai Andaz-e-Byan and

is called, during Ghalib's time, love was written in the world of ghazals, but only feelings were found in that love. As Ghalib entered the world of ghazal, philosophy also entered with him. Which gave a depth to the world of Ghazal at that time. Arguably, that depth is Ghalib's gift to Ghazal. Just as lovers gift each other roses on Valentine's Day. Indeed, Ghalib and Gulab! Aren't they synonymous with each other? Opening up ahead. Now let's talk about Ghalib and Gahrai. 

He was only 14 years old. An Iranian tourist named Abdus Samad came to the house as a guest for 2 years. He also taught philosophy and logic along with Persian language. Growing up seeing diversity since childhood, Ghalib started studying philosophies when he reached adolescence. He also studied logic. By the time he was young, he had already scratched a surface by looking at the most common events in life and the world. Ghalib began to have a unique sense of taking things and expressing them and he also had a good knowledge of this.

An episode is very interesting. There were two poets in the court of Sultan Bahadur Shah Zafar at that time. Ghalib was appointed as a tutor to Bahadur Shah's son Shahzade to help him write poetry. There was another person, Raj Kavi! One day there was a dispute between the poet who had received the title of 'Raj Kavi' and Ghalib, who was appointed as a teacher. Ghalib, adept at

logic, put Raj Kavi to shame with his logic. Now it was time for him to reach the king. The king sleeps him well. Teasing Raj Kavi? Ghalib was asked - What is your status? who are you At that time he remained silent. However, it is a palace. A regular meeting was held. A poet is needed to bring joy to the assembly. Then, Ghalib returned his reply by reciting this poem dedicated to King Bahadur Shah –

Har ek baat pe khete ho tum, ki tu kya hai,

Temin kaho ki ye Andaz-e-guftgu kya hai!

Why should a person who knows his strength or ability bow down to someone? Ghalib was also a self-respecting poet. Self-esteem is found in many of his lions. There is a sarcastic retort to the questions raised about him. At one place he writes –

Meri fitrat mein nahi tha tamasha karna

bahut kuch zatan then par khamosh te

That is why he did not make a fuss when King Bahadur Shah questioned his status. Collected himself and responded in a cool manner at the right moment. This thinking and behavior of Ghalib, who prefers to argue rationally rather than hastily, had a more royal touch than the king himself. Well, even after all this, he did not stop satirizing the king's beloved 'Raj Kavi' -

hua hai shah ka musahib fire hai itrata,

Bagarna shahar mein 'Galib' ki abaru kya hai !  

He was proud of his writing and analytical skills. The same self-pride was also expressed in a funny way in a lion so that one leg of that pride would not slip and rest on the ground of ego. Let the reader not smell pride in it –

Phir khede Andaz-e-Gul-Afshani-Guftar

Rakh de koi Paimana-e-Sahba Mere Agahe

Ghalib knew not only this kind of soft language but also strong language. She saw a clear picture of his water-like personality, which could mold itself according to the environment and occasion, while reading his lion. When someone tried to bribe his self-esteem and faith in writing, he would retort in this way -

Har kisi ke haath bik jaane ko ready nahi

Yeh mera dil hai tere shahar ka akhbar nahi

He had no fear that someone would be angry and that I would lose money, nor was he greedy if he would anger anyone and benefit. Ghalib of Khas lived a 'cool' life at that time.

Na sataish ki tamanna, na sile ki care

Gar nahi hai mere ashar mein Maani na sahin

Stranger get angry Who cares? However, Ghalib doesn't mind watching his own anger. He was more inclined to waver in his principles than to lose his relatives. However, where is the justification of being surrounded by others if you are not yourself? What's the fun if you have to cut your feet to wear shoes? Perhaps, that's why Ghalib says without putting a stone on his heart -

Yeh Sochkar Nahi Roka Us Musafirko Hum Ne

Door Jata Hi Why? If that was ours!

Well, 'Jamane Bhar Ke Gum Ik Taraf Aur Ik Tera Gum'! Just as Hafiz Hoshiarpuri has two worlds of grief, Ghalib's personality also has two worlds. Like Hoshiarpuri, he also sings of grief when he falls in love. Let's say, love is that square for Ghalib, where he lays down the weight of himself and slows down in a posture of surrender. 

Ishq ruined 'Galib' 

Varna hum bhi aadmi te kaam ke

Ghalib, who was walking with his shoulders up before the

, enters the world of love with a bow. But, in this bowing, there is no sense of inferiority but humility. Walking around saying that there is no one else like him, he does not hesitate to admit that he is worthless in front of love. In 1810 he married Umrao Begum, daughter of Nawab Elahi Bakhsh. It is said that before marriage he was in love with a dancer named 'Meher' who passed away at a very young age. Remembering that girlfriend, Ghalib became very emotional and wrote a ghazal- 

Dard se mere hai tujh ko be-karari haye haye

kya hui zalim teri gafalat-shiari haye

tere dil mein gar na tha ashob-e-gam ka housala

tu ne phir kyun ki thi meri gam-gusari haye

Ghalib was also in love with Kavita, a calligrapher in the palace. Then there were those who loved Ghalib one-sidedly. Those who loved him wanted to express their love by being welcoming and hospitable. Ghalib used to avoid making many excuses. But, when it was his turn to make love, he used to say like this -

சாட்ட்டை hai ab ushe nahi sochenge

பிரு குர் குக்க்கு hai to aur kya sochenge?

After all, where your heart is, why pretend? And while thinking, Ghalib almost forgets himself and thinks -

Meri Yaadon Mein Tum Ho Ya Muz Mein Hi Tum Ho?

Meri Khayal Mein Tum Ho Ya Khayal Hi Tum Ho?

Having love and not suffering? That too in Ghalib's life! When searching for Ghalib's lion of love, pain is found. However, it cannot be said without looking at both sides, but when reading him, it seems that Ghalib is more of a pain taker than a pain giver in love. It is as if he were using a different ink to write love poems, mixed with tears. 

Meri kalam wakif hai mere jazbaton se

mai mohabbat likhoon ya dard, naam tumhari ata hai

So he doesn't write pain in some love stories. However, if you read Ghalib's life, you will feel that there is a hidden pain in him too. How many dreams does a mother raise with a child in her womb for nine months? Dil-o-jan lagaundi ha. But what happens to him when all that investment sinks? And think, if the same thing happens not once, twice or even four times, but seven-seven times, what will happen to him? In this case, how did the Muslim society at that time not encourage Ghalib for a second marriage? However, he did not marry a second time. Instead, in his reply, the ink of his love writes like this –

Kaun si baat hai jo ayshen nahi

उस को वेद मेरे नाजर se koi

It is said that in Ghalib's lions, there is often no separation between a man and a woman. I think that every love poem he wrote was not always for Begum or any girlfriend. On the contrary, a father who is repeatedly losing children can be a love written in the name of future children with the ink of hope. When Begum and Ghalib wait anxiously for a child for nine months, fear comes along with them. Like soil sticking to greens! Then he writes – 

The restlessness of getting and the fear of losing

This is the journey of life!

But, how long can this series of expectations and fears continue? After the sixth child also chose the path of death, it seems that there is no more hope or fear left in Ghalib. Ghalib must have written here when Begum was writhing in pain for the seventh time -