In In the Afternoon of Time: An Autobiography by Harivansh Rai Bachchan, he states that "imitations or parodies of Madhushala had begun to appear. kaz-news.infoan: kaz-news.infonsh Rai Bachchan, Manna Dey: kaz-news.info: Music. Madhushala (Hindi) by [Bachchan, Harivansh Rai] Madhushala (Hindi) Kindle Edition . I had the pleasure of reading this book recently; written in
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Dr Harivanshrai Bachchan is India's leading Hindi poet - a confidante of the Nehrus. The core of this book is a long sequence called Madhushala (the house of. Madhushala (Hindi: मधुशाला) is a book of "quatrains": verses of four lines (Ruba'i) by Hindi poet and writer Harivansh Rai Bachchan (–). Madhushala [Bachchan, Harivansh Rai] on kaz-news.info *FREE* shipping on "This is a daring, delightful, and transformative book." ―Arianna Huffington.
Call it not the blistered heart, for it is only foaming wine.
Lost memories serve the wine, that intoxicates with pain. If you find happiness in suffering, come to my tavern. He who has burnt all scriptures with his inner fire, Has broken temples, mosques and churches with carefree abandon, And has cut the nooses of pandits, mullahs and priests Only he is welcome in my tavern.
Alas, he that with eager lips, has not kissed this wine, Alas, he that trembling with joy, has not touched a brimming goblet, He that has not drawn close the coy wine-maiden by her hand, Has wasted this honey-filled tavern of Life. My beloved wine-maiden seems a priest; her wine as pure as the Ganga's waters. With unbroken pace, she rotates the rosary of wine glasses. Drink more! I am Shiva incarnate and this tavern is my temple. Only once every year, the fires of Holi are lit.
Only once is the game played and are garlands of lamps lit. But, O, those who are lost in the world, come and see the tavern any day, The tavern celebrates a Holi, every morning and a Diwali every night. Whatever the taste on my lips, it tastes like wine. Whatever the vessel in my hands, it feels like a goblet. Every face dissolves into the features of my wine-maiden, And whatever be in front of my eyes, they fill only with visions of the tavern.
Ah, Beautiful, your lovely face is like a crystal bowl, Whose precious gem is your beauty, sparkling like sweet, intoxicating wine.
I am the wine-maiden and I am the guest. Where sit we together, there indeed is the tavern. A mere two days she served me but the young maiden is sulking now. She fills my goblet and passes it curtly to me. Her coquetry and charms are lost arts; All the tavern wishes now is to fulfil its obligations.
Life is short. How much love can I give and how much can I drink?
They say, "He departs," at the very moment that he is born. While he is being welcomed, I have seen his farewell being prepared.
They started closing the shutters of the tavern, as soon as they were raised. O maiden! Which burning heart has been pacified by drinking? Every drinker repeats only one chant, "More! Of how many such hopes is this tavern a tomb?
Yama will come as the wine-maiden and bring his black wine, Drink, and know no more consciousness, O carefree one. This is the ultimate trance, the ultimate wine-maiden and the ultimate goblet. O traveller, drink judiciously, for you will never find the tavern again. Each day, O companion, spills more wine from my life.
Each day, O fortunate one, this goblet, my body, is burnt. Each day, O lovely woman, this wine-maiden, my youth, distances itself from me. Each day, O beauty, this tavern, my Life, is drying up. When from the earthen jar of my body, the wine of life is emptied, When the final wine-maiden comes with her bowl of poison, When my hand forgets the touch of the goblet, and my lips the taste of wine, Whisper in my ears, "the wine, the goblet, the tavern!
Touch not my tongue with the Ganga's waters, but with wine, when I die. When you bear my corpse, pallbearers, remember this! Call not the name of God, but call to the truth that is the tavern. Weep over my corpse, if you can weep tears of wine. Sigh dejectedly for me, if you are intoxicated and carefree.
Bear me on your shoulders, if you stumble drunkenly along. Cremate me on that land, where there once was a tavern. Pour on my ashes, not ghee, but wine. Tie to a vine of grapes, not a waterpot, but a wine-goblet. And when, my darling, you must call guests for the ritual feast, Do this - call those who will drink and have the tavern opened for them. If anyone asks my name, say it was, "The Drunkard". My work? I drank and passed the goblet to everyone. O Beloved, if they ask my caste, say only that I was mad.
Say my religion worshipped goblets and then chant with your rosary, "The tavern, the tavern! And sit somewhere, having filled the Ganga with wine. If you can wet the earth somewhere, my soul will be satisfied. Offer your libations to your ancestral spirits by reading repeatedly, "The tavern, the tavern.
Pyaas tujhe to, vishv tapaakar poorn nikaalonga haala, ek paanv se saaki bankar naachunga lekar pyaala jeevan ki madhuta to tere upar kab ka vaar chuka aaj nyochavar kar doonga mai tujh par jag ki madhushaala The poet here again is telling the reader that he will go to any extents, like boiling this world to make wine or dance on one leg with an empty cup, to make this collection of Madhushala pleasing to the reader Priyatam, tu meri haala hai, mai tera pyaasa pyaala, apne ko mujhme bharkar tubanta hai peenevaala; mai tujhko chak chalka karta mast mujhe pee tu hota ek doosre ko ham dono aaj paraspar madhushala The poet says that the reader is the wine and he himself is the cup and by filling the cup , the reader will become an alcoholic.
Also by having the reader wine , the author cup is brimming with joy and that the book Madhushala is incomplete without the author and the reader Bhavukta angur latha se kheench kalpana ki haala kavi saaki bankar aaya hai bharkar kavita ka pyaala kabhi na kan bhar khaali hoga lakh piye do laakh piye paathak gan hai peene vaali pusthak meri madhushala The authors asks the reader to let his imaginations run wild,as if u r drunk while reading this book.
The author says he is the wine-bearer and he is passing on his poetry wine-filled cup in this Madhushala world. The author here is praising himself by saying that even if u have read this wine poetry million times it will not go empty with meaning. He finally reveals that this book is the Madhushala and the readers are the drinkers. Madhur bhaavnaaon ki su-madhuar nitya banaata hoon haala bharta hoon is madhu se apne antar ka pyaasa pyaala utha kalpana ke haatho se svayam use pee jaata hoon apne hee mein hoon mai saaki, peene vaala , Madhushala The author says that he has been making wine poetry of all the nice feelings and experiences of his life.
He has been filling his inner self with this wine and has been consuming it through his imaginations. Madiraley jaane ko ghar se.. May 11, Divya rated it it was amazing. Jun 14, Ankit rated it it was amazing. The poem endorses life, not alcoholism.
There are total Chaupai 4-line verses and every one 'Madhushala' is not necessarily a tavern. There are total Chaupai 4-line verses and every one of them ends with term madhushala. The language is fairly simple. Poem touches various philosophical and pragmatic aspects of life and societal norms. Among various concepts,I loved how the poem develops the relation between man and his 'Madhushala'.
Their relationship goes through the period of acceptance, romance, separation and, in the end, self-revelation. The following selected phrases are beautiful and capture the brilliance of poem. Sep 12, Milan Zaveri rated it it was amazing. Mar 07, Pranav rated it it was amazing. Madhushala is an abstraction of anything and everything you 'wish'. It is what you wanna be, where you wanna be. And it has it's elements, which have their own characters.
The book, after 80 years of it's conception, holds true to me, and very many people who, in all their remaining capacities, are seeking for a refuge from all that the world represents.
People have had millions of interpretations of this book, all of them true to the person. This book creates a world of like minded people, who Madhushala is an abstraction of anything and everything you 'wish'. This book creates a world of like minded people, who are equal, freindly; a world very different from our own, a world of dreamers, where you can dream of whatever you want, and to achieve it, all you have to do is to strive hard for it.
Sometimes it behaves like a woman, sometimes like a moderator, sometimes a teacher and sometimes i just run out of words to describe it. For someone like me, it's a relief to just think about it I wonder if one can ever truly enjoy literature in a language other than his mother tongue.
I have read a number of poems before in English, poems unanimously almost deemed great, and I did enjoy them, but irrespective of their theme or rhythm or anything, they don't come anywhere near this. Hold back your arms, ardent worshippers of Keats and Pushkin, my intent is not to posit that it is better than any of those globally deified poems and yes my statement is highly subjective, which is the whole point: Can you ever perform an honest, objective comparison between poetry from different languages?
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The writing has perhaps the best "rhythm" of all that I've read - so spectacular that at times, I enjoyed verses purely on the basis of their metric, rather than their content. I appreciate the title - "Madhushala". It is a reflection of the sentiment of revolution reformation?
I feel comfortable with the knowledge that I know very little. It is scary and overwhelming The writing has perhaps the best "rhythm" of all that I've read - so spectacular that at times, I enjoyed verses purely on the basis of their metric, rather than their content.
It is scary and overwhelming - for it drives a screwdriver right at the idea of self-preservation; if we do not know, who are we? Please don't answer with the trivially obvious Jon Snow.
In any case, returning to Madhushala - it has been overwhelming. Firstly, because of my own discomfort with the Hindi language.
This is the first time I have read Hindi, aside from the school textbooks that I gave up in Secondly, I am also quite a novice when it comes to poetry. That makes this all the more difficult. But the main point is this - the work is immensely layered. The meaning of "Madhushala" that is interpreted is so subtle, so intricately woven, so finely balanced, that at times the literal reading of a few verses came across as a shock.
Certain verses I pondered over several times and found to be exquisite. Certain verses I skimmed over, unable to grasp the meaning and the vocabulary. There is no rush. I am confident that with time, further layers, the entire depth of the text will reveal itself to me. As I said, I am comfortable with the knowledge that I know very little. Apr 16, Ambar Parashar rated it really liked it Shelves: Harivanshrai Bachchanji was among d best Hindi poets.
He have written many books including- novels,biography,autobiographies and poems. Madhushala is probably his best known work. Its written in form of quartets poem consisting of 4 lines ,madhushala is collection of his poems. A superb collection of poems which is connected with our lives.
Number of people often say that it just about liquor as madhushala in English means- or place where one drinks and get liquor ;its totally wrong as through his p Harivanshrai Bachchanji was among d best Hindi poets. Number of people often say that it just about liquor as madhushala in English means- or place where one drinks and get liquor ;its totally wrong as through his poems he have stated many things as-passion,determination,destiny,social inequalities,caste-ism,religion etc.
Apr 30, Abhishek rated it really liked it. Note that the book doesn't provoke to drink or to get addicted. One of the best Hindi poetry I have ever read. You will literally celebrate this book rather than enjoying it!!
Feb 06, Piush Kumar added it. I found the whole universe in this book. There is so much depth in every 'rubai' and so much 'nasha' in this 'madhushala'. Inspirational, thought provoking, intellectually stimulating - all combined with those poetic 'aah' and 'waah' moments. A masterpiece. Oct 19, Ayush rated it it was amazing. For a change, I picked this up as it has rave reviews and I personally like Harivansh bachchan's work.
So yeah. As of the book- short novella that contains poetry based upon madhushala bar, so to say.
The beauty lies in its vagueness. You can interpret it in so many different ways. He's also touched some social aspects for eg "mandir masjid alag karate ek karati madhushala'. So ye For a change, I picked this up as it has rave reviews and I personally like Harivansh bachchan's work. So yeah, as nobody reads my reviews I think I've written enough and you should definitely explore this while on a short flight or something.
There's also a YouTube video of amitabh bachchan reciting some verses from the same which is also pretty cool. Bye now. Fuck off. Jan 13, Jitendrab6gmail.
The only thing I have to say as regards to Madhushala is "This wine is really addictive.
Oct 14, Sandeep Bhalla rated it really liked it Shelves: It has no parallel in poetry. A philosophy of life style of common people. A serious talk beneath ethereal humor.
How a Poet Who Had Never Had Alcohol Mesmerised Us About a Madhushala
Aug 02, Rajan rated it really liked it. Manna dey has sung and its v gud. But when his son and superstar amitabh sings it sounds magical. Amazing poem by Harivansh Rai Bachchan. This poem was written in A masterpiece in hindi literature. If you didn't read this poem just read it now you will not regret. Jan 05, Maaheeka rated it really liked it. What a book This book holds true for anyone and everyone.
This book is exactly what you perceive it to be.The authors declares that he himself is the wine-bearer, drinker and the Madhushala When the book was first published in , Harivansh Rai Bachchan found himself famous overnight.
The poet asks the readers to let their imagination run wild, as if they are drunk while reading this book. I feel comfortable with the knowledge that I know very little. A serious talk beneath ethereal humor. In , Bachchan was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award.
The poet declares that he himself is the wine-bearer, drinker and the Madhushala. Manabi can be reached at manabi thebetterindia. No trivia or quizzes yet. Thanks Claudia for visiting my site and giving this valuabe information.