Bhajan ~ Noel ~ Qaul ~ Naat ~ Taṣawwuf = Love

The Flowering Orchard, 1888 Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890) Oil on canvas 28 1/2 x 21 in. (72.4 x 53.3 cm) Signed (lower left): Vincent The Mr. and Mrs. Henry Ittleson Jr. Purchase Fund, 1956 (56.13) Source: Vincent van Gogh: The Flowering Orchard (56.13) | Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History | The Metropolitan Museum of Art

There is so much misplaced cynicism (as if cynicism is ever well-placed) about love in the post-modern intellectual workaday and enlightened experience that I would think the agenda were godlike – seeking something more than love, above and beyond it in the realm of irony. Irony is a difficult thing to handle – the imposer easily becomes the impostor. Ask any schoolteacher or parent – or what children think of them. And if the entire intention was to raise irony to such a level of sophistication that even the subject would not know whom the irony is on, including itself, would it not be salutarily simpler to say instead, “I don’t know”?

I have a feeling we are sincere (i.e. true to what we take truth to be at any stage of being) when we fall in love, devote ourselves to an other – author, tradition, cause, or case in point, and through such sincerity, we encounter fulfillment, disappointment, hope and nihilism. What would it matter whether it were this or that – who flourished and what perished – ironically speaking?

I have a feeling that if irony were such a great thing, we should raise our children to its strains, although it has been seen that posing and sharing naive philosophical questions and sentiments is more humane than boring the chrysalis of innocence and oblivion with irony.

Love is more popular than irony, but paradoxically enough, it is harder to love than to be ironic, as if in my personal experience, irony has been systematically synonymous with resentment and cynicism, and love the guiding light of our lives which often leads to ways we had least imagined and are so uncertain that it becomes impossible to chart them without a sense of adventure, ascent, tragedy and affirmation, lest aesthesis and happiness go to sleep.

No wonder I find nothing intrinsically wrong with sentimentality – that disarming pejorative.

Happy New Year!


Thumak Chalat Ram Chandra – Tulsidas & Lata Mangeshkar

We Three Kings – John Henry Hopkins, Jr.

Bya Ke Berim Ba Mazaar – Naim Popal

Faslon Ko Takalluf Hai Hum Sai Agar – Iqbal Azeen & Waheed Zafar Qasmi

Danny Boy – Frederic Weatherly & Cantorion Colin Jones

Alif Allah Chambey Di Booti – Arif Lohar & Meesha Shafi

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One thought on “Bhajan ~ Noel ~ Qaul ~ Naat ~ Taṣawwuf = Love

  1. zain khan

    too nice to see to see oil canvas of Vincent van Gogh . and the text was too good. about the songs oh, really nice. the last one in punjabi i want to hear
    thanks taimur khan

    Reply

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