Book lovers all over do create a bond with their books. The books become a part of them, their lives, their being. And only true book lovers can feel the ache of not being able to enjoy their treasures. I look at the book case in my living room every day and sigh at the number of books still untouched, waiting to be read. And sometimes I do feel like they stare back at me accusingly. I randomly remember the titles which I had decided to read long ago but couldn’t finish just because I had more important things to do. And so I agree – my books get restless. It is all true really. And yet its surreal.
Picking up a bunch of best Gulzar poems is like finding a needle in the sea. If one has to select only a bunch of flowers from the vast gardens of Amsterdam, isn’t it injustice with the remaining treasure full of equal beauty and purity. And talking about Gulzar, it is definitely bigger and deeper than one can ever imagine. From such a massive treasure of nazms, ghazals and trivenis, its extremely difficult to pick up some. Firstly, one should have read at least 75 percent of his poems if not all. Secondly, one should have understood them. And thirdly, one also should possess a good command over the language. Sadly, I do not fit any of the criteria. And yet, I am being arrogant enough to handpick his best collections. In my defense, I will say here I am posting some of my personal favorites. There is no logical reasoning behind selecting these poems. These are just my favorites.
In an interview with Loksatta, Gulzar saab had once mentioned – a writer is more a writer by practice than by the skill. Gulzar is turning a whopping 84 years this 18th August. Of course he looks the same – no difference to his pure white aura. But every year, year after year, he continues to churn out the most beautiful and poignant lyrics of our times. How can a single man bring out such a treasure of emotions and thoughts is beyond my ability to comprehend? He is contemporary and classic at the same time and yet he exudes a wholesome honesty and innocence. It’s sometimes surreal and unbelievable.