Hyderabadi mehfil is pleased to welcome our new member Mr Malik Hasnaat. Malik Saheb Ko shayeri se lagav hai and arz karte hai.
na rahi mehfiloun main vo baat
dostoun ne bhi idhar rukh karna chod diya
hichkiyan bhi nahi aati aaj kal
lagta hai usne yaad karna chod diya
Those will share similar interest may start the Musharraf.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Muhammed Quli Qutub Shah : The youngest sultan and the founder of Hyderabad
POSTED BY MR NAIMATH ULLAH, Secretary of HCA
Muhammed Quli Qutub Shah was the fifth sultan of Qutub Shahi dynasty of Golkonda in South India. He was the founder of the the city of "Hyderabad" which earlier was know as Bhaganagar. He also built the most iconic master piece "CHARMINAR" the famous architectural center piece of Hyderabad. He was not only a great administrator but also a scholar of Arabic and Persian. He also wrote poetry in Urdu and and Persian. His poetry has been compiled into a dewan or volume entitled "Kulliyat-e-Quli Qutub Shah." Muhammed Quli Qutub Shah had the distinction of being the first Saheb-e-dewan Urdu poet and is credited with introducing a new sensibility into prevailing genres of Persian/Urdu poetry. It is said that the Urdu language acquired the status of a literary language due to his contributions.
Mohd Quli Qutub Shah ruled Hyderabad for 31 years. He was ascended to the throne in 1580 at the age of 15, while some historians say he was 17 years when he took the throne. His rule is considered – ‘the golden period of Qutub Shahi dynasty’. He died young at the age of 49 on 11th January 1612 AD.
Muhammed Quli Qutub Shah was the fifth sultan of Qutub Shahi dynasty of Golkonda in South India. He was the founder of the the city of "Hyderabad" which earlier was know as Bhaganagar. He also built the most iconic master piece "CHARMINAR" the famous architectural center piece of Hyderabad. He was not only a great administrator but also a scholar of Arabic and Persian. He also wrote poetry in Urdu and and Persian. His poetry has been compiled into a dewan or volume entitled "Kulliyat-e-Quli Qutub Shah." Muhammed Quli Qutub Shah had the distinction of being the first Saheb-e-dewan Urdu poet and is credited with introducing a new sensibility into prevailing genres of Persian/Urdu poetry. It is said that the Urdu language acquired the status of a literary language due to his contributions.
Mohd Quli Qutub Shah ruled Hyderabad for 31 years. He was ascended to the throne in 1580 at the age of 15, while some historians say he was 17 years when he took the throne. His rule is considered – ‘the golden period of Qutub Shahi dynasty’. He died young at the age of 49 on 11th January 1612 AD.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Book Review: Anthems of Resistance - A celebration of Urdu Poetry by Mr Raza Mir & Hussain
Dear Friends,
This week I saw an article in The Hindu (Hyderabad, India's premier
newspaper) featuring a prominent member of the The Hyderabadi Cultural Association, who will also be an important editorial contributor to our publications, Mr Raza Mir. He was featured in this article along with his brother who is a co-author of the book under review. Please join me in congratulating our editorial contributor Mr. Raza Mir for his success.
The Hindu : Literary Review / Book Review :
Book :Anthems of Resistance: A Celebration of Urdu Poetry
Authors: Ali Husain Mir and Raza Mir
Anthems chronicles the achievements of the Urdu Progressive Writers' Movement.
Arts relationship with life has always remained a subject of fierce contention among writers and ideologues. In India, the debates about art for art's sake and "engaged' literature animated the literary scene in the 1930s and 40s. The Progressive Writers' Movement (PWM) that spearheaded this debate changed the complexion of literature in a couple of Indian languages, Urdu being the most prominent among them.
Urdu poets had a dominant presence in the movement and the way they posited a radical aesthetics of resistance against oppressive hegemonies of all kinds had few parallels in South Asian literature. Some poems/ couplets swept a generation of readers off their feet, making poetry the most potent weapon in the process of social transformation. Good poetry has never been known to be didactic. However, some progressive poets, notably Faiz Ahmad Faiz, could blend ideology with poetry with such finesse, with such consummate artistry, that it has added charm to their art rather than resulting in the loss of depth or lyricism.
The book under review chronicles the achievements of the PWM through the works of the more prominent among them. Divided into 11 chapters of moderate length, the book proceeds from a discussion of the theoretical/ideological issues to the exemplars of the ideology, always elucidating the points through a sumptuous sampling of verses both in original Urdu and in lucid English translation.
"Anthems of Resistance" is a unique resource for understanding a
remarkable period of Indian history and will prove equally invaluable
to the casually interested eye, the erudite layperson, or the seasoned
afficionado. It is a treasure trove for lovers of Urdu poetry,
especially for those who have been unable to access many of these
works because of their unfamiliarity with the script.
In the words of Professor Mushirul Hasan "this book is a lucidly
written account of a glorious chapter in the history of Indian
literature. The powerful verses of the PWA poets are wonderfully
translated and, along with the highly accessible transliteration,
offer the general reader a rare opportunity to appreciate the writings
that helped shape a nation. It is truly an inspiring and pleasurable
read."
PREFACE
Utho aur uth ke inhiñ qaafiloñ meiñ mil jaao
Jo manziloñ ko haiñ gard-e safar banaaye hue
Arise, and join those moving caravans
That have left several destinations in their wake
The oral tradition of Urdu poetry was an essential part of the structure of
feeling of old-city Hyderabad. Josh Malihabadi, Sahir Ludhianvi, Israr-ul Haq Majaz, Kaifi Azmi, Ali Sardar Jafri, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Majrooh Sultanpuri, and
Make doom Mohiuddin were household names and we learnt to appreciate
the spirit of their powerful verses. Their poetry - critical,
insightful, angry, passionate - helped inculcate in us a sense of
social justice, mediated our understanding of reality, and offered us
a framework to interpret social and political conditions.
A Faiz poem `Lahu Ka Suraagh' (Trace of Blood) thus came to mind when
an obscure statistic about 11th September 2001 caught our attention.
The United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization estimated that on
the same tragic day when the towers came crashing down in our adopted
city of New York, around 35,615 children starved to death across the
world. This everyday, routine tragedy quietly bypassed the world's
consciousness. No editorials were written denouncing it, no flags flew
at half-mast, no impassioned speeches were made, no war was declared
on poverty and hunger. Faiz's poem compelling drew our attention to
this `banality of evil' through the following lines:
Kahin nahiñ hai kahiñ bhi nahiñ lahu ka suraagh
Na dast-o naakhun-e qaatil, na aasteeñ pe nishaañ
Na surkhi-e lab-e khanjar, na rang-e nok-e sinaañ
Na khaak par koi dhabba, na baam par koi daagh
Kahiñ nahiñ hai kahiñ bhi nahiñ lahu ka suraagh
Na sarf-e khidmat-e shaahaañ ke khooñ-baha dete
Na deeñ ki nazr ke bayaana-e jaza dete
Na razmgaah meiñ barsa ke mo'atabar hota
alam pe raqam hoke mushtahar hota
raha be-aasra yateem lahu
Kisi to bahr-e sama'at na waqt tha na dimaagh
Na mudda'i na shahaadat hisaab paak hua
Ye khoon-e khaak-nasheenaañ tha rizq-e khaak hua
Nowhere, nowhere at all, is any trace of the Blood
Not on the murderer's hands, fingernails or sleeve
No blood reddens the tongue of the blade nor brighten the tip of the spear
No blood marks the soil or stains the rooftop
Nowhere, nowhere at all, is any trace of the Blood
This blood wasn't shed in the services of kings that it could receive recompense
Nor was it sacrificed at the altar of religion that it could be rewarded
Neither did it spill on in the battlefield that it could be honoured
Or memorialized on a battle standard
It cried out, this helpless, orphaned Blood
But none had the ability to listen, nor the time, nor the patience
No plaintiff stepped forward, no one bore witness and so the account was closed
While the blood of the dirt-dwellers seeped silently into the dirt
Faiz's verses indict all those who stand silent, indifferent to
everyday human suffering. His call to action is expressed even more
explicitly in `Aaj Baazaar Meiñ Pa-bajaolaañ Chalo':
Chashm-e nam jaan-e shoreeda kaafi nahiñ
Tohmat-e ishq-e posheeda kaafi nahiñ
Aaj baazaar meiñ pa-bajaolaañ chalo
Not enough to shed tears, to suffer anguish
Not enough to nurse love in secret
Today, walk in the public square fettered in chains
This demand to declare one's politics explicitly and publicly was made
at a time when Urdu poetry offered a significant space for the
articulation of resistance against explotative systems - a space that
seems to have shrunk considerably in our times. Today, Urdu itself
occupies a precarious position in India, and while it continues to be
the spoken by a large number of people, it is largely exoticized as an
aesthetic commodity, vilified as the language of the Other, or
relegated to the realm of nostalgia. And in Pakistan, while not in any
danger as a language, its progressive literary movement is a shadow of
its former self, the victim of post-colonial politics at the national
and international level. The voice of the progressive Urdu poets that
resonated during the anti-colonial struggle, that sought to hold the
newly formed state to its promise of an egalitarian and just society,
and that attempted to forge a solidarity with peoples' movements
across the world, is a faint memory. Sahir is now remembered mainly as
a film lyricist. Faiz continues to have an iconic status, but only
insofar as he has been assimilated into the tradition of the classical
poets. A handful of other voices remain, some stronger than others.
However, the passion and anger of Josh, Majaz, Kaifi, Makhdoom, Jafri
and others who explicitly wrote about exploitation and oppression,
about justice and equality, and about resistance and struggle is
largely forgotten.
This book grows out of a desire to reverse this `willful loss of
memory' and to reclaim the legacy of the progressive poets in an age
when their words, insights, and politics continue to be relevant. As
the subtitle of the book - `A Celebration of Progressive Urdu Poetry'
- makes clear, ours is not a dispassionate, `objective' account. It is
an attempt to retrieve the spirit of resistance that once roamed so
freely in the landscape of Urdu literature during the progressive
writers movement.
In that sense, this book is more than a recounting of a bygone age; it
is our own political project. It is not just a history of the past, it
is a history of the present, and hopefully, a history of the future as
well.
This week I saw an article in The Hindu (Hyderabad, India's premier
newspaper) featuring a prominent member of the The Hyderabadi Cultural Association, who will also be an important editorial contributor to our publications, Mr Raza Mir. He was featured in this article along with his brother who is a co-author of the book under review. Please join me in congratulating our editorial contributor Mr. Raza Mir for his success.
The Hindu : Literary Review / Book Review :
Book :Anthems of Resistance: A Celebration of Urdu Poetry
Authors: Ali Husain Mir and Raza Mir
Anthems chronicles the achievements of the Urdu Progressive Writers' Movement.
Arts relationship with life has always remained a subject of fierce contention among writers and ideologues. In India, the debates about art for art's sake and "engaged' literature animated the literary scene in the 1930s and 40s. The Progressive Writers' Movement (PWM) that spearheaded this debate changed the complexion of literature in a couple of Indian languages, Urdu being the most prominent among them.
Urdu poets had a dominant presence in the movement and the way they posited a radical aesthetics of resistance against oppressive hegemonies of all kinds had few parallels in South Asian literature. Some poems/ couplets swept a generation of readers off their feet, making poetry the most potent weapon in the process of social transformation. Good poetry has never been known to be didactic. However, some progressive poets, notably Faiz Ahmad Faiz, could blend ideology with poetry with such finesse, with such consummate artistry, that it has added charm to their art rather than resulting in the loss of depth or lyricism.
The book under review chronicles the achievements of the PWM through the works of the more prominent among them. Divided into 11 chapters of moderate length, the book proceeds from a discussion of the theoretical/ideological issues to the exemplars of the ideology, always elucidating the points through a sumptuous sampling of verses both in original Urdu and in lucid English translation.
"Anthems of Resistance" is a unique resource for understanding a
remarkable period of Indian history and will prove equally invaluable
to the casually interested eye, the erudite layperson, or the seasoned
afficionado. It is a treasure trove for lovers of Urdu poetry,
especially for those who have been unable to access many of these
works because of their unfamiliarity with the script.
In the words of Professor Mushirul Hasan "this book is a lucidly
written account of a glorious chapter in the history of Indian
literature. The powerful verses of the PWA poets are wonderfully
translated and, along with the highly accessible transliteration,
offer the general reader a rare opportunity to appreciate the writings
that helped shape a nation. It is truly an inspiring and pleasurable
read."
PREFACE
Utho aur uth ke inhiñ qaafiloñ meiñ mil jaao
Jo manziloñ ko haiñ gard-e safar banaaye hue
Arise, and join those moving caravans
That have left several destinations in their wake
The oral tradition of Urdu poetry was an essential part of the structure of
feeling of old-city Hyderabad. Josh Malihabadi, Sahir Ludhianvi, Israr-ul Haq Majaz, Kaifi Azmi, Ali Sardar Jafri, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Majrooh Sultanpuri, and
Make doom Mohiuddin were household names and we learnt to appreciate
the spirit of their powerful verses. Their poetry - critical,
insightful, angry, passionate - helped inculcate in us a sense of
social justice, mediated our understanding of reality, and offered us
a framework to interpret social and political conditions.
A Faiz poem `Lahu Ka Suraagh' (Trace of Blood) thus came to mind when
an obscure statistic about 11th September 2001 caught our attention.
The United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization estimated that on
the same tragic day when the towers came crashing down in our adopted
city of New York, around 35,615 children starved to death across the
world. This everyday, routine tragedy quietly bypassed the world's
consciousness. No editorials were written denouncing it, no flags flew
at half-mast, no impassioned speeches were made, no war was declared
on poverty and hunger. Faiz's poem compelling drew our attention to
this `banality of evil' through the following lines:
Kahin nahiñ hai kahiñ bhi nahiñ lahu ka suraagh
Na dast-o naakhun-e qaatil, na aasteeñ pe nishaañ
Na surkhi-e lab-e khanjar, na rang-e nok-e sinaañ
Na khaak par koi dhabba, na baam par koi daagh
Kahiñ nahiñ hai kahiñ bhi nahiñ lahu ka suraagh
Na sarf-e khidmat-e shaahaañ ke khooñ-baha dete
Na deeñ ki nazr ke bayaana-e jaza dete
Na razmgaah meiñ barsa ke mo'atabar hota
alam pe raqam hoke mushtahar hota
raha be-aasra yateem lahu
Kisi to bahr-e sama'at na waqt tha na dimaagh
Na mudda'i na shahaadat hisaab paak hua
Ye khoon-e khaak-nasheenaañ tha rizq-e khaak hua
Nowhere, nowhere at all, is any trace of the Blood
Not on the murderer's hands, fingernails or sleeve
No blood reddens the tongue of the blade nor brighten the tip of the spear
No blood marks the soil or stains the rooftop
Nowhere, nowhere at all, is any trace of the Blood
This blood wasn't shed in the services of kings that it could receive recompense
Nor was it sacrificed at the altar of religion that it could be rewarded
Neither did it spill on in the battlefield that it could be honoured
Or memorialized on a battle standard
It cried out, this helpless, orphaned Blood
But none had the ability to listen, nor the time, nor the patience
No plaintiff stepped forward, no one bore witness and so the account was closed
While the blood of the dirt-dwellers seeped silently into the dirt
Faiz's verses indict all those who stand silent, indifferent to
everyday human suffering. His call to action is expressed even more
explicitly in `Aaj Baazaar Meiñ Pa-bajaolaañ Chalo':
Chashm-e nam jaan-e shoreeda kaafi nahiñ
Tohmat-e ishq-e posheeda kaafi nahiñ
Aaj baazaar meiñ pa-bajaolaañ chalo
Not enough to shed tears, to suffer anguish
Not enough to nurse love in secret
Today, walk in the public square fettered in chains
This demand to declare one's politics explicitly and publicly was made
at a time when Urdu poetry offered a significant space for the
articulation of resistance against explotative systems - a space that
seems to have shrunk considerably in our times. Today, Urdu itself
occupies a precarious position in India, and while it continues to be
the spoken by a large number of people, it is largely exoticized as an
aesthetic commodity, vilified as the language of the Other, or
relegated to the realm of nostalgia. And in Pakistan, while not in any
danger as a language, its progressive literary movement is a shadow of
its former self, the victim of post-colonial politics at the national
and international level. The voice of the progressive Urdu poets that
resonated during the anti-colonial struggle, that sought to hold the
newly formed state to its promise of an egalitarian and just society,
and that attempted to forge a solidarity with peoples' movements
across the world, is a faint memory. Sahir is now remembered mainly as
a film lyricist. Faiz continues to have an iconic status, but only
insofar as he has been assimilated into the tradition of the classical
poets. A handful of other voices remain, some stronger than others.
However, the passion and anger of Josh, Majaz, Kaifi, Makhdoom, Jafri
and others who explicitly wrote about exploitation and oppression,
about justice and equality, and about resistance and struggle is
largely forgotten.
This book grows out of a desire to reverse this `willful loss of
memory' and to reclaim the legacy of the progressive poets in an age
when their words, insights, and politics continue to be relevant. As
the subtitle of the book - `A Celebration of Progressive Urdu Poetry'
- makes clear, ours is not a dispassionate, `objective' account. It is
an attempt to retrieve the spirit of resistance that once roamed so
freely in the landscape of Urdu literature during the progressive
writers movement.
In that sense, this book is more than a recounting of a bygone age; it
is our own political project. It is not just a history of the past, it
is a history of the present, and hopefully, a history of the future as
well.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
POTRAITS : A CENTURY OF FACE TIME
SAROJINI NAIDU
Song Of A Dream
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
(Sarojini Naidu)
Song Of A Dream
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
(Sarojini Naidu)
Monday, December 26, 2011
POTRAITS OF HYDERABAD: A CENTURY OF FACE TIME
SAROJINI NAIDU (1879-1949)
An Indian writer and political leader.
Sarojini Naidu, born on February 13, 1879 in Hyderabad is one of the most eminent personalities of India. She was a great patriot, a freedom fighter who worked closely with Mahatma Gandhi, and was a social worker. She was the first Women to become the President of the National Congress of India and the first women governor of India. In the literary world she is remembered for her renowned poetry.
Born in an intellectual elite family Sarojini's father, Dr. Aghornath Chattopadhyaya, was a scientist and the founder of the reputable Nizam College, of Hyderabad. He was among the first member of the congress party of India. Her mother Varansundari was a known Bengali poetess. Sarojini herself was a graduate of the King's University of London and Girtin College of Cambridge.
Sarojini loved poetry as child. At thirteen she wrote "The Lady of the Lake", a poem 1300 lines long. Her writings were in Urdu, Hindi, English and also in Persian languages. She wrote the play "Maher Muneer" in the Persian language. Her work was greatly admired by the Nizam of Hyderabad, Rabindranath Tagore and Jawaharlal Nehru. Her first volume of poetry was "Golden Threshold" and the poem "Bul Bule Hind" became famous work in this collection. Later, she published "The Bird of Time, The Broken Wings, Feast of Youth, The Magic Tree, The Wizard Mask and A Treasury of Poems were published and received the world's attention.
Sarojini Naidu Devi worked closely with Mahatma Gandhi and Gopal l Krishna Gokhale in the India's struggle for independence. She was jailed for 21 months with Mahatma and was arrested several times during this movement. She became the leader of Indian National Congress. She traveled to several countries including USA and spoke eloquently the message of non-violence. She fought for the rights of the women of India and became the first women governor of the free India as the Governor of Uttar Pradesh.
She died on March 2, 1949. Her birthday is celebrated as a women's day in India.
She was proud to be an Indian and a Hyderabadi .
An Indian writer and political leader.
Sarojini Naidu, born on February 13, 1879 in Hyderabad is one of the most eminent personalities of India. She was a great patriot, a freedom fighter who worked closely with Mahatma Gandhi, and was a social worker. She was the first Women to become the President of the National Congress of India and the first women governor of India. In the literary world she is remembered for her renowned poetry.
Born in an intellectual elite family Sarojini's father, Dr. Aghornath Chattopadhyaya, was a scientist and the founder of the reputable Nizam College, of Hyderabad. He was among the first member of the congress party of India. Her mother Varansundari was a known Bengali poetess. Sarojini herself was a graduate of the King's University of London and Girtin College of Cambridge.
Sarojini loved poetry as child. At thirteen she wrote "The Lady of the Lake", a poem 1300 lines long. Her writings were in Urdu, Hindi, English and also in Persian languages. She wrote the play "Maher Muneer" in the Persian language. Her work was greatly admired by the Nizam of Hyderabad, Rabindranath Tagore and Jawaharlal Nehru. Her first volume of poetry was "Golden Threshold" and the poem "Bul Bule Hind" became famous work in this collection. Later, she published "The Bird of Time, The Broken Wings, Feast of Youth, The Magic Tree, The Wizard Mask and A Treasury of Poems were published and received the world's attention.
Sarojini Naidu Devi worked closely with Mahatma Gandhi and Gopal l Krishna Gokhale in the India's struggle for independence. She was jailed for 21 months with Mahatma and was arrested several times during this movement. She became the leader of Indian National Congress. She traveled to several countries including USA and spoke eloquently the message of non-violence. She fought for the rights of the women of India and became the first women governor of the free India as the Governor of Uttar Pradesh.
She died on March 2, 1949. Her birthday is celebrated as a women's day in India.
She was proud to be an Indian and a Hyderabadi .
Saturday, December 24, 2011
HCA Greater New York "Service Above Self" Project
Dear Hyderabadis,
HCA is proud to announce that we have identified the following programs for our Service Above Self community programs for this year.
-Rotary of Hicksville South Adult Literacy Program
-Rotary of Jericho Sunrise End Polio - 10 cents can save child
-Nargis Dutt Memorial Cancer Foundation
Coming Soon:
A visit to an Orphanage in Huntington. The President of HCA is organizing a visit and donation drive to support the rescued children orphanage. Full details will be announced soon. All members are requested to support the program.
President of HCA
M. Quddus
HCA is proud to announce that we have identified the following programs for our Service Above Self community programs for this year.
-Rotary of Hicksville South Adult Literacy Program
-Rotary of Jericho Sunrise End Polio - 10 cents can save child
-Nargis Dutt Memorial Cancer Foundation
Coming Soon:
A visit to an Orphanage in Huntington. The President of HCA is organizing a visit and donation drive to support the rescued children orphanage. Full details will be announced soon. All members are requested to support the program.
President of HCA
M. Quddus
Announcing the launch of the Hyderabadi Cultural Association website
Dear Hyderabadis,
Announcing the launch of the Hyderabadi Cultural Association's website on January 21, 2011.
The beta version of the www.HCANewYork.com is currently available for viewing. The Association's editor Mrs Simin Aziz will be managing the website, e-News, blog and the faceboook page of the Association.
Mrs Simin is an MBA from the University of Chicago,an undergraduate from St Ann's College of Hyderabad and has the work expirience in web content management. The President and The members of the HCA thank Mrs Simin for accepting the role and are extremely confident that with her education and expirience she will bring interest in HCA publications.
Members and non-members are encouraged to contribute to these pages which will be viewed by hundreds of members in NY, NJ, Connecticut and Pennslyvania. Please submit your post to the attention of Mrs Simin Aziz at hcaofgny@gmail.com. We assure you that you will be recognized for your contents and contribution.
Announcing the launch of the Hyderabadi Cultural Association's website on January 21, 2011.
The beta version of the www.HCANewYork.com is currently available for viewing. The Association's editor Mrs Simin Aziz will be managing the website, e-News, blog and the faceboook page of the Association.
Mrs Simin is an MBA from the University of Chicago,an undergraduate from St Ann's College of Hyderabad and has the work expirience in web content management. The President and The members of the HCA thank Mrs Simin for accepting the role and are extremely confident that with her education and expirience she will bring interest in HCA publications.
Members and non-members are encouraged to contribute to these pages which will be viewed by hundreds of members in NY, NJ, Connecticut and Pennslyvania. Please submit your post to the attention of Mrs Simin Aziz at hcaofgny@gmail.com. We assure you that you will be recognized for your contents and contribution.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
EVENTS & POSTING FROM OUR FACEBOOK November 2011
HUMOR ON FACEBOOK
Best pick of the week : Posted by Reshma Ghouri
Hyderabad Airlines air-hostess:
Aadaab.
Ye Hyderabad Airlines ki udaan Dilli ke liye ravana hongi.
Aaapke kaptan Chand Pasha hain … aur mai, Rukhsana Begum.
Ab ye jahaaz hai so udnewala hai.
Samjhe nai?
Sab jane beltaan baandleo.
Bacchon ku khamoosh bithaleo.
Aur kalma padlete baitho, kaiku bole toh, hamare kaptan aajeech pilot bane, aur ye unki pehli udaan hai.
Magar fikar nakko karo, apan kaisa toh bhi Dilli pahunch jayinge
Jahaaz jab tak teda rahinga beltaan kholo nakko aur baitheso jage se utho nakko.
Aap gir-vir gaye toh bhot musibat hongi.
Agar raste mein oxygen ki kami ho gayi toh oopar chhat se ek pipe giringa.
Usku dekh ke daro nakko.
Kahin ‘Saanp, saanp!’ bolke, jahilon ke vaisa chillao nakko.
Usko naak ke andar ghusake saans lete raho.
Aur koi bhi pareshani hui toh aapke seat ke oopar ek button hai, dekho.
Magar usku dabao nakko.
Uthko yaan saamne aako jo bhi haiso merese pooch leo:
pani ka ghada kahaan hai,
chaddar-takiya kahaan hai,
chai-samose milinge kya …
kuchhki bhi pooch le sakte
A.C. toh vaiseechh bhi kaam nai karrae.
Magar bomdiyaan nakko maro.
Tumare ghar me bhi AC nai hai.
Nai so adat kaiku daalna?
Baad mein pareshani hoti.
Agar toilet rukrae nai to rokne ki poori koshish karo.
Nikal gaya toh dusre musafiron ku pareshaani ho jati.
Chambu bazu wale seat ke neeche hai.
Comot pe saleeqe se baitho, jahilon ke jaisa ukdu mat baitho – ye qadamcha nai hai, samjhe nai?
Ab thhodi der mein tabarruk batinga:
baghara khana aur kaddu ka dalcha.
Sabku milta, pukara nakko karo.
Jage pe baithke topiyon mein le lo.
Shukriya sab logon ka Hyderabad Airlines pe udhne ke liye
Aadaab.
Ye Hyderabad Airlines ki udaan Dilli ke liye ravana hongi.
Aaapke kaptan Chand Pasha hain … aur mai, Rukhsana Begum.
Ab ye jahaaz hai so udnewala hai.
Samjhe nai?
Sab jane beltaan baandleo.
Bacchon ku khamoosh bithaleo.
Aur kalma padlete baitho, kaiku bole toh, hamare kaptan aajeech pilot bane, aur ye unki pehli udaan hai.
Magar fikar nakko karo, apan kaisa toh bhi Dilli pahunch jayinge
Jahaaz jab tak teda rahinga beltaan kholo nakko aur baitheso jage se utho nakko.
Aap gir-vir gaye toh bhot musibat hongi.
Agar raste mein oxygen ki kami ho gayi toh oopar chhat se ek pipe giringa.
Usku dekh ke daro nakko.
Kahin ‘Saanp, saanp!’ bolke, jahilon ke vaisa chillao nakko.
Usko naak ke andar ghusake saans lete raho.
Aur koi bhi pareshani hui toh aapke seat ke oopar ek button hai, dekho.
Magar usku dabao nakko.
Uthko yaan saamne aako jo bhi haiso merese pooch leo:
pani ka ghada kahaan hai,
chaddar-takiya kahaan hai,
chai-samose milinge kya …
kuchhki bhi pooch le sakte
A.C. toh vaiseechh bhi kaam nai karrae.
Magar bomdiyaan nakko maro.
Tumare ghar me bhi AC nai hai.
Nai so adat kaiku daalna?
Baad mein pareshani hoti.
Agar toilet rukrae nai to rokne ki poori koshish karo.
Nikal gaya toh dusre musafiron ku pareshaani ho jati.
Chambu bazu wale seat ke neeche hai.
Comot pe saleeqe se baitho, jahilon ke jaisa ukdu mat baitho – ye qadamcha nai hai, samjhe nai?
Ab thhodi der mein tabarruk batinga:
baghara khana aur kaddu ka dalcha.
Sabku milta, pukara nakko karo.
Jage pe baithke topiyon mein le lo.
Shukriya sab logon ka Hyderabad Airlines pe udhne ke liye
EVENTS & POSTING FROM OUR FACEBOOK November 2011
THE FIRST SOUTH ASIAN SPORTS NETWORK ON WLIE 540 AM
Thursday, November 17, 2011
OUR EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT IS HONORED BY ED MANGANO
ANNOUNCEMENT:
PLEASE ATTEND THE EID PARTY AT NASSAU COUNTY LEGISLATIVE BUILDING ON NOVEMBER 18TH, 2011. MR. HUSSAIN BAQUIERI, EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT OF THE HYDERABADI CULTURAL ASSOCIATION OF GREATER NY WILL BE HONORED BY MR ED MANGANO FOR HIS EXCEPTIONAL SERVICE TO THE COMMUNITY. ALL HYDERABADI'S ARE REQUESTED TO ATTEND THE ID PARTY TO SHOW OUR SUPPORT TO MR HUSSAIN.
CONGRATULATION HUSSAIN. WE ARE PROUD OF YOU.
PLEASE ATTEND THE EID PARTY AT NASSAU COUNTY LEGISLATIVE BUILDING ON NOVEMBER 18TH, 2011. MR. HUSSAIN BAQUIERI, EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT OF THE HYDERABADI CULTURAL ASSOCIATION OF GREATER NY WILL BE HONORED BY MR ED MANGANO FOR HIS EXCEPTIONAL SERVICE TO THE COMMUNITY. ALL HYDERABADI'S ARE REQUESTED TO ATTEND THE ID PARTY TO SHOW OUR SUPPORT TO MR HUSSAIN.
CONGRATULATION HUSSAIN. WE ARE PROUD OF YOU.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
CONGRATULATIONS:
To all the Charter Members of the "Hyderabadi Cultural Association of Greater New York".
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Membership drive is going on now...Join Now
Meet like minded friends.............
Stay connected with Hyderabadi "USTAD WHATS GOING ON " ............
Get invited to the great installation Night Gala event in Jan 2012
BECOME A MEMBER & BE A PROUD HYDERABADI.....JOIN US!
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