“Mushaayraas aren’t my cup of tea! They are a ‘mehfil’ full of purists and ‘sukhanwars’, reciting verses understood by people from their own ilk,” I used to aver, whenever approached or suggested to participate in Mushaayras. Well, not anymore. With ‘Poetry Tales’, the definition of Mushaayra is changing and how!
It began with a call from Khushi Gangadia, a poet, entrepreneur and founder of Poetry Tales to be part of this wonderful initiative that would offer a platform to the budding poets of Vadodara. Chandrakant Golani, a celebrated Fashion Designer of the city and a close friend, had referred my name to Khushi. So, I had this privilege of sharing the stage with Vadodara’s one of the finest poets, Aariz Shaikh saab, as the ‘Headliners’ of the event.
The first event of Poetry Tales on 15th June’18 put rest to all our doubts. We did have a good number of audience, apart from the 16 poets from Vadodara. In fact, many of them were standing all through the recitations. Having said that, what actually mattered more than the number of audience was quality of the audience. Add to that a host like RJ Shubham ensured that there was enough dose of humour to get the event going. The team members like Kriti, Nimish, Nilam Mir made this event all the more smooth-sailing experience.
Every passionate ‘Fankaar’ worth his ink can never be complete without equally enthusiastic ‘Sunkaar’. And boy, what a group of ‘Sunkaars’ we had! There wasn’t a single nuance of poetry that went beyond the audience’s comprehension. To give the ‘devils’ their due, such response was also because of the recitation skills and styles of this bunch of extremely talented and articulate poets of the city.
Being the ‘opening batsman’ (bad analogy for an avowed non-cricket fan like me) of this event, I wondered what benchmarks my poem might lay for these youngsters holding cups of Soul Brew coffee. The coffee assured that it might keep their yawns at bay while I recite poems from my book, ‘Ghalib Unplugged’. Surprisingly, the poems were not only well received, but established an instant connect. That’s the beauty of poetry. It connects and builds an everlasting bond, a raabta.
The young poets left us surprised. Each had his/her own style of reciting. If Shyam had his way of narrating ‘Baap’ in the typical ‘Hindi bhaashi’ style, Yesha reflected on the Indian political scenario with a fiery poem, ‘Kursi ka ye kissa nirala, sabne apna hissa nikaala, chaar paayi ko sabne paata, kar tera aadha, mera aadha…”
Hunaid mused on his singlehood with a poem generously sprinkled with humour who frankly speaking, left the purist in me wondering if this could actually be deemed as a poem and Hunaid can ever be called a poet.
Nevertheless, he had a style that makes him likeable and perhaps that’s what makes him unique. Varun had an impeccable vocabulary in his poems, which were written to an unmistakably consistent meter. Nirmal has a ‘cool’ style of approaching English poetry, which were evocatively written and eloquently recited. Shiv Shankar, a Govt. employee recited his beautifully penned poems and won over everyone’s heart.
Komal narrated her Gujarati poem, ‘Kayink karvu che ne karvu pade che, enaa maa farq padi jaye chhe’, which took the philosophical route, while other poets like Amita, Jigar, Nidhi, Jahnavee, Shweta and Saumya wowed the audience with their recitals.
The ‘surprise element’, however turned out to be Gopesh, a student of archaeology. The best thing about this guy is that he is completely immersed in his own world of poetry while reciting, oblivious of people around him.
Khushi Gangadia recited her poem, Aazad Nazm, which has an interesting premise where a poet is talking to its nazm: “Aasmaan ke pehlu mein uddti rehti hai tu, bebaank parindon si aazaad…” This poem resonates with every poet’s feeling and its words had a flow of a river and depth of an ocean.
Last, but as the clichéd goes, not the least, Aarif Shaikh saab left each and every person in the audience awe-struck. This humble poet and gem of a person graciously agreed to be part of Poetry Tales on an Eid evening and even decided to break the Ramadan fast after the event. Well, the proof of the pudding lies in the eating. Sample poem by Aarif Shaikh saab:
Log tehzeeb ki jo had se guzar jaate hain
Woh zamaane ki nigaahon se utar jaate hain
Bujh gayi aag fasaadon ki magar yeh bachhe
Koi jugnoo bhi chamakta hai to darr jaate hain.
To sum it up, Poetry Tales is the beginning of a wonderful journey that celebrates poetry. What began as a conversation on poetry and common connections with Khushi ended up as a collaboration to take Poetry Tales to the next level, perhaps in other cities like Ahmedabad, Mumbai, Lucknow and Delhi. Fingers crossed. Thanks Chandrakant Golani, DJ Rizzvee, Ruturaj Mistry, Hitesh Mistry, Manas Sharma for being there during the event.
Yun hota to kya hota’ is a poem from my book, ‘Ghalib Unplugged’ that sums up Poetry Tales, where we celebrate poetry in English, Hindi and Gujarati:
Smiles ki jo agar bhaasha hoti, to nazron ki language kya hoti?
Baadalon ki jo aaj boli hoti, to leheron ka lehjaa kya hota?
Nazm ki jo aaj paribhaasha hoti, to poetry ka definition kya hota?
Shaayaron ki jo aaj mehfil hoti, to Ghalib ka andaaz-e-bayaan kya hota?
Woh har ek baat pe kehna, ke yun hota, to kya hota
Ke yun hota, to kya hota…
Here’s a teaser of an upcoming docu-film on the poets of Vadodara: