| THIS ABOVE ALL
 Tribute to Guru Nanak
 Khushwant Singh
   As
                is my habit, I was up in the early hours of pre-dawn on November
                10, which was Guru Nanak’s birth anniversary. A full moon
                shone on a silent world. At one time, a band of devotees led by
                Dr I.P.S. Kalra used to go around the blocks in the morning on prabhat
                pharee, singing shabads to the beat of dholaks
                and chimtas. They have not been doing so for some years.
 For me, Guru Nanak
                has special significance. Despite my being an agnostic, I have
                done translations of his morning prayers Japji and Bara
                Mah. I remain an acceptable member of the community. I lay
                no claims to be a scholar of Sikhism. But I do read the Bible,
                both the Old and the New Testaments, regularly. Sikh scholars do
                not. I am convinced that texts of all religions need be rendered
                in Biblical phraseology to do justice to them. Sarson ka saag Come autumn and
                the plains extending from the Sutlej to the meeting place of the
                Yamuna and the Ganga turn into a vast expanse of golden yellow
                mustard flower. Inhabitants of this region think of little
                besides eating sarson ka saag for their mid-day meal. I
                share this passion with them. No sooner do I see sarson bloom, I
                ask my cook Chandan: "Saag kab banaugey (When will
                you make saag)?" "Abhee nahin (Not just
                yet)," replies he. Other ingredients
                that go into its making are not available. I go on nagging him.
                He is reluctant to make it as it takes a lot of effort of
                grinding leaves in pestle and mortar — with the right
                proportions of garlic and ginger — to make it India’s best
                health food. It gets tastier for the next three or four days. When Rajinder
                Kumar of Ambassador Hotel sent me a small plastic bowl of saag a
                week ago, I was overjoyed. When I ate it, my joy subsided and I
                decided it is best to eat vegetables when they are in season. Urdu poetry Kuldip Salil has
                rendered great service to lovers of Urdu poetry who can’t read
                the script and have trouble with some of its Persianised
                vocabulary. In his recently published Great Urdu Ghazals (Hind
                Pocket Books), he has selected ghazals of 55 poets, including
                himself, ranging from Insha (1756-1817) down to Faizabadi
                (1931-2009) in Urdu, Devnagri and Roman scripts along with their
                translations in English done by him. It has replaced other books
                in Urdu poetry by my bedside — one poet with my morning mug of
                tea; another before I switch off for the night. Two-year
                guarantee A solar-powered
                computer wristwatch, which is programmed to tell the time and
                date for 125 years, has a guarantee for two years. There was a man
                from Rajasthan’s Churu; Who dreamed he was
                eating his shoe; He woke in the
                night; In a terrible
                fright; And found it was
                perfectly true! (Contributed by Reeten Ganguly,
                Tezpur)
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