March 14, 2010; Bareilly (UP): The internationally
renowned Urdu poet, Waseem Barelvi, is so grief-stricken by the situation
in the city that he cried his heart out today. “What has happened to my
city?” was all he could say as words failed him and tears rolled down his
cheeks uncontrollably. Others present were also left speechless.
Bareilly means home to Waseem Sahib, in every sense of the
term. This is where he was born and brought up, educated, where he first
won fame and popularity. Never before had any Barelvi seen Waseem Sahib in
such a state. At a meeting of prominent citizens convened at Bishop’s
House this morning to talk about how to restore peace in the city, Waseem
Sahib seemed lost in his own world. When it was his turn to say something,
he got up to speak.
But all he could say was, “My city was not like this! What
has happened to my city?” These were the only words there were, the rest
was a flood of tears. Those present tried their best: “Arre, Waseem
Sahib…” But the inconsolable Waseem Sahib wept for the next five minutes.
Perhaps his tears, his sobs, said all that he had to say.
The poet’s anguish is not without reason. Bareilly, a city
that earned a place for itself on the literary map thanks to Waseem Sahib,
has for the first time been under curfew for 13 long days, having
witnessed the first ever assault on its syncretic Ganga-Jamuna ethos.
Walls of hatred are now being constructed in this abode of peace. It is
this pain of the city that flowed from Waseem Barelvi’s eyes.
When approached by this correspondent a little later, the
poet said he himself could not understand why he had responded as he did.
“Perhaps I’m finding it very difficult to live with my city being
besmirched with hatred. These are moments I’ve never experienced before.
My only prayer to god: Please give us back our plural Ganga-Jamuna ethos.”