Sahir Ludhianvi Birthday: ​​Perhaps Sahir knew women more thaan women

I don't need to be related to my relatives, who have shown me no signs or feelings of being related to me in any way. But, I have some men and women who are not remotely related to me but are still very close to me. My favorite 'relatives' are K.A. Abbas, Devanand, Mohammed Rafi, Lata Mangeshkar, and Dharmendra and if there is one man whom I consider a part of me who is just like me, it is Sahir Ludhianvi. When my first book, 'Voices in Turmoil' was released more than 50 years ago, some of the journalists present there asked me, who were my favorite poets and they told me to say Wordsworth, Keats, Byron, and Shelley. Had hope, but when I told Firaq Gorakhpuri, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Kaifi Azmi, and Sahir Ludhianvi, they didn't know what to ask me next. Most of them have never heard of these names. From that very day, I had a relationship with Sahir which I cannot express in words. I was thinking like them, I was believing like them, I was loving like them and I was drinking like them.

It was such a strange coincidence or a plan made by destiny that I started working with K.A.Abbas was an assistant and when I came to know that Sahir was a close friend of Abbas who used to visit Abbas regularly I was very happy. It was like a dream come true for me when I met him at a party in the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai I spent several minutes talking to him and in those few minutes, I knew Sahir very well, but I knew him less. Knew that Sahir was an ocean and there was no limit to knowing Sahir because he was many men in one man. I will keep writing about Sahir but now I write about Sahir and the women in his life. His mother, Sardar Begum was the deepest influence and inspiration in his life. She was married to an aristocrat who had many wives and Sardari Begum was one of them. Her husband was a very cruel man and tortured his wife and son who was called Abdul Hai. The fight between husband and wife goes to court and Sahir shows the first signs of rebellion when he gives evidence against his father. His mother became a single mother and took care of Sahir from Ludhiana to Lahore and Bombay, where Sahir became famous as a lyricist in Hindi films and his mother did not live long enough to see her only son become a legend.

Sahir was destined to have a lover and the first girl he fell in love with was Ishrat Kaur, who studied with him in his school, but this love story came to an end when Sahir moved to Lahore. Was it a long-lost love? There was a love story between Sahir and famous Punjabi poet and writer Amrita Pritam. It is difficult to say who loved whom more. Sahir was one of those lovers who expressed his love not in words but through signs and suggestions. The story of Sahir smoking countless cigarettes and leaving the stubs in the ashtray in front of Amrita without saying a word and Amrita touching the stubs through her lips believing that she was touching Sahir's lips, is very popular. Is and is now different from folklore. In her autobiography 'Raseedi Ticket', Amrita has written about such incidents and incidents which show that she loved Sahir more than Sahir loved her.

Sahir got lost in the world of films and it was here that he met a singer who was not so popular yet, Sudha Malhotra, whom it is said that he loved so much that he wrote songs especially for her It even inspired him to give music to one of his favorite poems, which became one of the most popular songs of that time and of all time. There are other stories about Sahir and his association with women, but they all remain in the realm of rumors and gossip.

What Sahir felt about women can be felt from a song written by him for the film Sadhna, the first two lines of which are 'Aurat ne janman diya mardon ko, mardon ne usse bazaar diya'. If you listen to his songs about mothers and prostitutes in films like 'Pyaasa' and 'Trishul', you will have to agree with me that Sahir knew and felt more about a woman than women themselves. He remained unmarried and sometimes when he came back after drinking alcohol, he used to say, “It is good that we did not get married, otherwise what would have happened to that beloved who had married me.” Right now I have told only this much about Sahir. I will tell you more when I know them completely.

Song: Woman gave birth to men, woman gave birth to men, men gave her the market, crushed her whenever she wanted, abused her whenever she wanted, somewhere she is valued in dinars, somewhere she is sold, in the markets she is made to dance naked, in the courts of debauchery. This is the dishonorable thing that gets divided among the respectable. Every oppression is tolerated for men, even crying for women is worth lakhs of sacrifices for men, just one funeral pyre for women. Right to every luxury for men, even to live for women. Punishment: The lips that loved them, they traded those lips, the womb in which their body was molded, they traded the body from which they grew as buds, they humiliated that body, the rituals that men created, they got their rights It was called the order to burn a woman alive, it was called sacrifice and sacrifice, she was given bread in exchange of fate, it was also called a favor. Every shamelessness in the world grows in the lap of poverty, and stops only in circles, the path that emerges in the cracks. It is the lust of men which often leads to the sins of women. Woman is the fate of the world, yet she is the master of fate. She gives birth to an incarnation of the prophet, yet she is the daughter of the devil. She is the unlucky mother who lies on the bed of her sons.

Film -Sadhana Artist:-Sunil Dutt and Vyjayanti Mala Musician-N.Dutta Lyricist-Sahir Ludhianvi Singer:-Lata Mangeshkar