Modi and Rahul in America, Shakespeare and Ghālib debate the visits
Shakespeare, the evergreen Bard of Avon, and Ghālib, the greatest maestro of Urdu poetry, often talk to each other with gravity, and at times
in jest, as time, space, cultures and languages converge in a surreal realm. I
have been fortunate enough to eavesdrop on their tongue-in-cheek tête-à-tête frequently because they are, after all, my uncles. My great-uncle Shakespeare and my youngest
uncle Ghālib. I have been sharing the insightful dialogue between the two which always brings
out many a deep and abstruse aspect of any happening in today’s world. This
time I caught them engaged in a lively
discussion about the visits of two prominent Indian politicians, the Moody and
Raul, to the United States. As expected, their encounter evolved into a comical
clash of wits and verses and all I do here is reproduce the same verbatim:
Shakespeare: My dear Gaulib, although I am aware just as Antonio was in The Tempest that "…Travelers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em”, nevertheless, dost thou not find it amusing that these leaders gallivant across the oceans to visit the land of the free and speak exactly opposite of the other? Borrowing from the same play, this Raul speaks a la Ariel who is in turn narrating what the prince Ferdinand does on seeing the loot going on by a violent mob and jumps the ship, shouting, “…Hell is empty and all the devils are in India”, or like the officer of the palace guard in Hamlet, uttering the disparaging words, “Something is rotten in the state of India”. On the other hand, the Moody paints India as a land of milk and honey and as for he, unlike the King in Henry IV, “Cocksure lies the head that wears a crown”, even as I wonder at his chutzpah when he speaks to his countrymen, like Henry V to his troops, “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...in 2024”.
Ghālib: Wah bhai ShaKHs-e-Peer (Bravo brother, Old man), your progeny did misrule India for some time but you have no understanding of our great culture. One of them is thought to be a Pepoo, or a simpleton boy, but in reality he is a sophist. He is now somewhat mellowed down after he badmouthed the other, the Fenkoo, or a bluffing loudmouth, and was chastised by the supreme court. This Pepoo, the cryptic shehzāda (prince) of India's political dynasty is blessed with infinite wisdom, just like me, but although he attempts to strike a chord with the masses, the laity is unable to comprehend what he says. Like your own Humlate (Hamlet), his labyrinth of words go over the heads of the common public, prompting lesser mortals like Aish Dehlavi to quip:
Agar apnā kahā tum aap hī samjhe to kyā samjhe
Mazā kahne kā jab hai ik kahe
aur dūsrā
samjhe
Kalām-e-Jawāhar ya phir
zabān-e-Indirā samjhe
Magar un kā kahā ye aap samjheñ
yā ḳhudā samjhe
(Kalām-e-Jawāhar: sayings of Nehru,
zabān-e-Indirā: language of Indirā Gāndhi)
As for the Fenkoo, he lives in his own make-believe world. When he speaks, all we can do is lapeto (wind up). I did write for him, in anticipation of emergence of the supreme leader in our country:
Ik khel hai aurañg-e-sulaimāñ mire nazdīk
ik baat hai
ejāz-e-masīhā mire aage
Hotā hai nihāñ gard
meñ sahrā mire hote
ghistā hai jabīñ ḳhaak pe dariyā mire aage
(aurañg-e-sulaimāñ: throne of Solomon or an illusion, nazdīk: near, ejāz-e-masīhā: marvel, miracle, honour of the messiah, nihāñ: hidden, concealed, gard: dust, sahrā: desert, jabīñ: forehead, ḳhaak: dust, earth, dariyā: river. The throne of mighty Solomon's is something trifling like a game for me and for me, the messiah's miracles are merely common happenings. Deserts themselves disappear in a cloud of sand in my presence and rivers rub their foreheads on the shore in front of me.)
Shakespeare: To the babbling Pepoo’s drivel, I would say, like the Lear to Cordelia in King Lear, “...Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes”. As for the Fenkoo, remember, even Claudius, my villain in Hamlet, was wise enough to know the invalidity of his bombast, "My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go." My advice to the Pepoo, a la Norfolk to Buckingham in Henry VII, “...Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself...”. At the same time, I ask the Fenkoo, if he can refine his his political acts which tread the fine line between satire and statesmanship. Can he not consult the steward speaking to his Countess in All’s Well That Ends Well, “...we wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them”?
In any case, my dear Glibby
the dervish, can your countrymen not see through both of them? Let me advise them on my beautiful antithesis from
Hamlet, as Polonius delivers a series of fatherly advice to Laertes, “...Give every man thy ear, but few thy
vote...”.
Ghālib: Arre bhia, Billee Barad (Oh my brother Billy the bard),
it is not as simple as that. In
my country, we have a good many diehard bhakts (devotees) for whom the Moody is God. Then
we also have a significant number of Kam-baKHts (the wretched), I mean Kam-bhakts (not so much devotees) who see the Fenkoo as a bugbear. For rational
balanced people, the quintessential dilemma:
Imāñ mujhe roke hai jo khīñche hai mujhe kufr
ka.aba mire pīchhe hai kalīsā mire aage
(Imāñ:
faith, honesty, kufr: heresy, paganism, heathenism, kalīsā: church,
synagogue. My faith curbs me when paganism draws me towards it, the mosque
stands behind me and the church in my front.)
Nevertheless,
ye Amreekan bhi KHabtī
hain (these Americans are given to obsessions). Whereas the Moody was denied a visa not so long ago, he has
become a cynosure of their eyes now. Sense the essence in this paradox,
although inverted:
Aiñ aaj kyuuñ
zalīl ki kal tak na thī pasand
gustāḳhi-e-farishta hamārī janāb
meñ
(zalīl: base, mean, insulted, gustāḳhi-e-farishta: arrogance, insolence of an angel, janāb: a place of refuge and hence a title of respect for a
revered person. I was
regarded with such esteem and concern by the beloved that if even an angel
would treat me with insolence, she would show great dislike for the act. But
now, I have been relegated dishonourably in her view as a base lowly creature)
Nevertheless, while the Fenkoo has
always had thousands of NRIs following him and this time he got Amreekan
Kaangresi (American congressmen) giving him 15 standing ovations
as he addressed them, even the Pepoo had Stanford students lining up to listen to him.
Shakespeare (adjusting his ruffled collar): My dear Assed, do not for a minute think
that these fickle Americans are the cat’s whiskers. I immediately think of Puck
speaking to Oberon in A Midsummer Night’s
Dream, “Lord,
what fools these Yankees be!...". I hope these
two heed Cassio as he talks to Iago in Othello "O God, that men should put fatuity in their mouths to
steal away their brains". I hope they do
like what Hamlet would have the first player do in Hamlet, “...Suit the
action to the word : the word to the action...”
Ghālib: Mere dost (my friend) Shekhu, after all:
Jis bazm meñ tū naaz se guftār meñ aave
jaañ kālbad-e-sūrat-e-dīvār meñ
aave
(bazm: assembly, naaz: coquetry, guftār: speaking, kālbad-e-sūrat-e-dīvār: figure of the face of the wall. When you speak with such graces in
the gathering, the pictures that hang on the walls of the house come alive).
Fine but I hope our country too comes to life
soon.
As I left the two greats to their curious
encounter, I found it very comforting to note that even in the realm of
whimsical and cynical politics, a dose of light-hearted banter can well be a
balm for the woes of the world. Amen!
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