J.S. Ifthekhar
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Hyderabad: Man knows how to cry from birth, but laughter takes some learning. Hyderabadis, however, seem to have a natural flair for it. The good turnout at the `tanz-o-mizah' mushaira was proof enough.
The biting chill was no deterrent, nor was the open-air Quli Qutb Shah Stadium. Urdu lovers gathered in large numbers to enjoy the programme organised as part of the annual `Yad-e-Sarwar Danda' mushaira -- a tribute to the poet who immortalised the Deccani style of shayari.
Perhaps in keeping with the `ladies first' principle, Shaheen Sultana was asked to take the stage and `Halchal Hyderabadi,' as her nom de plume goes, set the ball rolling.
Raat bhar neend na aaye to mujhe khat likhna
Yaad jab meri sataye to mujhe khat likhna
Id ke chand mein tum ko nazar aaungi
Chand baadal mein ghir jaye to mujhe khat likhna
And as the laugh-a-minute session progressed, the night warmed up. Capitalising on the cricket fever, Khatpat Bhainsavi regaled the audience with his `cricket shayari.'
Tere dil ke pitch pe main ishq ke chakke-chavve laga loonga
Tu agar nazar se karti rahi bowling, main century bana loonga
Poetess Nani Hyderabadi had the audience in splits with her couplets marked with double-entendre.
Ishq mein mera deewana banne ko tayyar hai
Meri nazron ka nishana banne ko tayyar hai
Kya bataoon jab se Nani takhallus rakhi hoon
Aaj har ek shayar Nana banne ko tayyar hai
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-THE HINDU,
Hyderabad
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Hyderabad: Man knows how to cry from birth, but laughter takes some learning. Hyderabadis, however, seem to have a natural flair for it. The good turnout at the `tanz-o-mizah' mushaira was proof enough.
The biting chill was no deterrent, nor was the open-air Quli Qutb Shah Stadium. Urdu lovers gathered in large numbers to enjoy the programme organised as part of the annual `Yad-e-Sarwar Danda' mushaira -- a tribute to the poet who immortalised the Deccani style of shayari.
Perhaps in keeping with the `ladies first' principle, Shaheen Sultana was asked to take the stage and `Halchal Hyderabadi,' as her nom de plume goes, set the ball rolling.
Raat bhar neend na aaye to mujhe khat likhna
Yaad jab meri sataye to mujhe khat likhna
Id ke chand mein tum ko nazar aaungi
Chand baadal mein ghir jaye to mujhe khat likhna
And as the laugh-a-minute session progressed, the night warmed up. Capitalising on the cricket fever, Khatpat Bhainsavi regaled the audience with his `cricket shayari.'
Tere dil ke pitch pe main ishq ke chakke-chavve laga loonga
Tu agar nazar se karti rahi bowling, main century bana loonga
Poetess Nani Hyderabadi had the audience in splits with her couplets marked with double-entendre.
Ishq mein mera deewana banne ko tayyar hai
Meri nazron ka nishana banne ko tayyar hai
Kya bataoon jab se Nani takhallus rakhi hoon
Aaj har ek shayar Nana banne ko tayyar hai
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-THE HINDU,
Hyderabad
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