till the next call
From the Blog gsntahir i am alone every day on the road the madness called road rage manifest all around me traffic careening insanely my cocoon of the car at least apparently giving safety and i smile while around me so many left at the mercy of a God seemingly merciless to them whose will they are told it was and then i recall climbing the stairs to an office to meet three kids whose parents were burnt by a frenzied mob in a brick kiln in 2014 vacant eyes looked at me accusatory expressions of mistrust and maybe hate for we represented all they 'have not' i shuddered they were thinking what i think every time a caller says may i ask about Gul? and in that microcosm of time we were one maybe the middle one the five centuries old girl sonia sensed it for she smiled he is npakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
...Of The Punjabi Blues
From the Blog lalioutloudThe last two posts were devoted to an exploration of the Ghazal, a centuries old poetic form popular across the Indo-Persianate region, including the states of modern-day Central Asia. A number of famous ghazals were sung by ghazal singers and traditional Qawwals, allowing for an interesting comparison between the two musical forms. The distinct qualities of the ghazal; it's nuanced and multifaceted meanings, its rich store of similes and allusions and its sensitive evocation of love and longing (both spiritual and temporal) are self-evident in the hands of skilled musicians, regardless of their preferred musical style. This post is somewhat similar to the last two in that it deals with a very specific musical form and its interpretation by Qawwals. That is where the similaritiepakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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