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Mosaic Festival 2012: Day 3: Saving Face.


Happening adjacent to Square one, is also Mosaic Film Festival, with an impressive line up of select and Award winning films being screened, from all over the globe.

I had marked in my calendar, long before the festival began, to sneak out of my volunteer arena and watch one of the two Premiered movies in the current festival, Saving Face..

The Mosaic audience is fortunate to be the only Canadian audience to have been treated to a full 54 minute director’s version of Saving Face, instead of the usually running 25 minute short film.

My interest was not just its Academy Award (Oscar Award) crown, but also the issue it highlights, of acid burns in Pakistan, or to be fair in the rest of the subcontinent too.

The ease of availability of the strongest of acids, at no price, and the super speed with which it disfigures the life of the victim, both literally and metaphorically, makes it a handy tool in the hands of its ego-bruised perpetrators. As bluntly put by Dr Jawad,

Guns need a licence, but acid throwing needs none.”

The film revolves around the real stories of two unfortunate, yet courageous women, Zakia and Rukhsana, for whom the roles they performed were scripted ruthlessly by none other than their own husbands. Almost near psychopaths that these men  were, they did not even appear to have any remorse on their actions, in retrospect. Perhaps, had they been in possession of even a streak of humanity, they would not have resorted to this premeditated act.

On the other hand were the two courageous women, who despite of all their miseries, decided not just to live with their heads held high, but to carry on with their missions.

Zakia, after being severely disfigured, came out to get justice, and to fight for legislation against the perpetrators of acid burns. The severity of her burns, had made the reconstruction of her face impossible, as Dr Jawad stated the limitations of plastic surgery,

“After all we are not Gods”.

However where there is a will, there is a way.

Not only was the legislation passed on the punishment for acid throw, and she even saw her husband get two life imprisonments. The reward in return to her was a new lease of life through a  prosthesis, which gave her a new face, at least for the outside world.

On the other hand, like majority of helpless women and mothers, Rukhsana, after all the trauma, had chosen to patch up and return to her husband. However, her generous forgiveness was returned back with a brick wall being built between her and her children. Despite the series of misfortunes that destiny had offered her, she chose to continue on with her new pregnancy, and postpone her surgery until delivery. A hope to start a new life with a new baby, rekindled a new desire in her love to live.

I could not hold back tears, when Zakia walked out on the street, for the first time after years, with face revealed and saying, “There is hope in this life again.” Or when Rukhsana holding her new baby boy remarked: “I want him grow up to be a doctor like you, and not like his father.”

I salute them both, for being a true embodiment human resilience, in the face of worst of tortures, and still bouncing back to life with hope. It is this hope that has kept this world revolving for centuries.

Hats off to Dr Jawad,  Shairmeen Obeid Chinoy, Daniel Young and the entire team, for saving their own faces too, and for inspiring a passion in others,  to come forward and help, in millions worldwide.

The appeal for donations for the cause, by the Festival organisers, saw many signing off cheques and pledges for the cause, at the end of the film.

Perhaps we all need to save our own faces, and do our own bits for this cause and for women abuse at large, whether by screening this film, writing about it, or simply teaching one’s own sons to treat their women with dignity as they grow up.

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Mosaic Festival 2012: Day 3: Shafqat Amanat Ali ~ an electrifying concert


Towards evening, as the time for Shafqat Amanat Ali’s concert approached on the third day of Mosaic Festival 2012, there was a visible increase in the hustle bustle in the Celebration Square. Before he could even come, the lawns were full.

Dressed casually, Shafqat walked on the stage amidst cheers, after being e introduction by none other than Sohail Rana.

The first song ‘ankhon ke sagar, le doobe humein ‘, was enough to drown the crowd into a Shafqat frenzy.

Then followed the khamaj “mora sayyan mo se boley naa,” which  transformed the mood of an excited crowd into that of a sombre ecstasy.

Having talked to Shafqat in the waiting room, prior to the show, he had mentioned of his conviction for Indo Pak cross cultural exchange.
He had promised, “As such we artists contribute a great deal towards that, but I would consider myself very fortunate to support anyone who works towards making it into a reality.”

Carrying on that conviction in the crowd, he dedicated the third song, Ye Hausla, towards “India Pakistan Peace” amidst an uproar of applause for his dedication. By just this  third song, the crowd had been immensely electrified. The words were powerful and seemed to reiterate his promise even more strongly.
Ye hausla kaise jhukey, ye arzoo kaisey rukey. Manzil mushkil to kya, dhundla ye saahil to kya…”

I noticed a lady, sitting on the front most rows, reciting every song of his, verse by verse.

“You seem to be his diehard fan?” I asked.

Pat came her reply, “Yes, I love the imagination with which he brings fusion of different genres in his music. Though many of them are coming from Bollywood, but are yet not cliché’ Bollywood. It touches the strings of the heart. “ Sapna, as she introduced herself, is a new immigrant from Delhi, and takes pride, that she knows all the songs he has sung so far.

In the conversation earlier, Shafqat had told about his family’s experimentation with different kinds of music. He mentioned of how his father Ustad Amanat Ali Khan, excelled in Ghazal singing despite being earlier dissuaded as not deemed suitable to his classical background of Patiala gharana. He referenced the experimentation of his brother, Asad Amanat Ali’s with various forms, including Punjabi.
A soft spoken Shafqat Amanat Ali, to me was contrary to the image I had of him through his “Rockstar Ustad” image. I had expected I would meet a loud, talkative, rock star personality. Diametrically contrary to my image, he was extremely soft, and sombre not just in voice, but expressions and body language too.

Most of my questions, some serious, and some not so serious, were mostly answered by him with a uniform sobriety, with just a slight smile on the question, “Why did you take up a degree in Political Science?”

The smile followed with a simple answer, that “he was the first one to go to the University, from his family, and hence, without much direction being given, he followed, what his friends chose to study.”

Being a musician, to him was inevitable, as this is how kids in his gharana are trained from a very early age. “They are left with little choice to do anything else.”

If he is not doing music, what does he do? “I watch a list of movies, and sleep”, replied Shafqat.

We had been told by his manager that he loves food, especially desi food. So came my obvious question: “What’s your favourite food?”
“Biryani Saag” , was the instant reply, but with a quizzed expression on me, he preferred to explain, as “a relative unknown dish, being his favourite dish. It is cooked on occasions and in special deghs, by the cooks.”

The manager also revealed Shafqat’s love for nature. He reminisced of the time, when due to a beautiful foggy weather in Malaysia, they went for a walk, and during that stroll composed one of his most beautiful songs.
“Tell us something in this blog that you have never shared before, but would wish to.” I asked.

With an expression of hurt he shared, “ I was a rejected singer on PTV, and ….” .

However it hurt me too, to have asked that, so I switched instantly to, “What special message would you give to Mosaic Festival?”   And his instantly opened arms and a flying kiss towards all the Mosaic volunteers standing around, did all the talking.

Back to the concert, each song that followed, further mesmerised the crowd . Half way through the concert, the jam packed crowd was completely electrified. The radiation of enthusiasm could not hold back an interactive Shafqat’s energy too, and he chose to come down into more proximity to his fans, shaking hands, giving them hugs and sharing the mic with them to sing.

Before he began the folk song “Main nai jana pardes biharwa’, he paid a tribute to Tufail Niazi, the great folk singer, considering himself fortunate to have re sung the song.

After almost a dozen melodious renditions, and with time to close, the crowd was too charged to let him go that easily. Amidst almost everyone screaming “one more” and “Eid Mubarak”, a bunch of threesome fans near the stage were screaming:

“Shafqat tussi great ho”…and out of modesty with no smiles he replied “Eidi chahiye?”

They were right behind me, so I turned and asked, “Any specific reason you say so, or is it just for more songs?”

Each one of the young girls, Chhavi, Saumya and Esha had different replies, which they literally had to scream out, due to the cheers all around.
“He’s versatile and very powerful.”

“Most soulful singer.”

“Kudos to him for bringing classical back to the youth.”
To convince the crowd, that it was time to leave, he even tried to parody “Aaj gaane ki zid na karo, dekho pit jaoge, aisi baatein kiya na karo”, but the verses fell unheard on the screaming crowd.

As I tweeted and posted a picture of the crowd on the face book :

Ilmana Fasih ‏@ZEEMANA
Electrified crowd at #ShafqatAmanatAli concert #MosaicFest2012http://yfrog.com/kibnaboj

Almost instantly came a reply tweet from Pakistan:

akeelchaudhry ‏@akeelchaudhry
One of the finest singers I must say “@ZEEMANA: Electrified crowd at#ShafqatAmanatAli concert #MosaicFest2012 http://yfrog.com/kibnaboj

Just the way how an incredibly electrifying evening should come to a close, the last song, which he chose to sing, did actually help to pacify an emotionally charged crowd.

It was perhaps the most touching of his songs, I had ever heard. After hearing it live, at the close, meant, it would linger much longer in the head.

And as I walked back home after the concert, and unknowingly, I kept humming it all the way.

“Kuch ajab khel kartar key, morey Saeen Gharib Nawaz key,
Ek ko deeno mulak khajaney, ek bhikaari anaaj key. “

 

Mosaic Festival 2012: Day 2 : Gatka~The Sikh martial art.


There was a brief performance today, at the Opening Ceremony,  of  Gatka, the Sikh martial arts by, the Shaheed Bhai Mani Singh Ji Gatka Akhara performers, who have come from UK to perform for the Mosaic festival 2012.

Theirs is a purely volunteer organisation,  by dedicated enthusiasts who wish to learn the art for a passion.
The currently visiting  group has 9 trained performers, ranging from ages 14-40 years.

The senior most person, is the Pehredar or the guardian, who guards the swords, and there is need to seek his permission before touching the swords.

Sikh martial art, Gatka, is a 500 year old art and is passed on from generation to generation.

Sitting with the group, in the wonderful breeze outdoors, at Celebration Square, their ustad (the leader of the group), Jaskeerth Singh, and shared interesting information about Gatka. He himself began the training at the age of five years, and at seven went in one his summer vacations went from UK to Amritsar for intense 10 week training for the art in DamDami Taksal School which teaches not just the martial art, but also the correct pronunciation of the recitation of the Holy book,  Guru Granth Sahib Ji.
The Gatka tradition of a martial heritage originated, with Guru Angad Dev Ji the second Guru, who created wrestling arenas, as he wanted the Sikhs to be physically fit. However by the sixth Guru, Guru Hargobind Sahib Ji’s time, it had to be used in the warfare, after his father, Guru Arjan Dev Ji was tortured for a week and eventually martyred. Although the sword use was taught earlier too, but was never brought in practice.

The instruments used in the Gatka are not only the Kirpan, (the sword) and Dhaal, the shield, but for the novice, they use the Sottee, the stick. Another interesting weapon used is a circularly woven ropes called Chakri, which is designed to catch the arrows.
And it is not just a physical display of the sword, but a spiritual training too. Each of their performance begins with a detailed Ardas (supplication prayer) as follows:

Pritham Bhagauthi Simar Ke…
(Before we begin, we remember the sword).

Then follows a supplication to God, the sword, and the mention of their 11 Gurus.

This is followed by the narration of Sikh History, their sacrifices and the bravado.

I was particularly inquisitive as to why they mentioned the name of sword, along with that of the God, and not of Gurus, preceding it.

To this the Ustad Jaskeerth explained: “The sword is the giver and taker of life, like God. The concept is hard to explain, but the reverence of the sword, hence, is extremely high. “

They narrated two important stories from the Sikh history related to Gatka, and its use in warfare.

The first story is that of Baba Deep Singh Ji , during the times of Guru Gobind Singh Ji, who used Gatka, in the warfare, to prevent further desecration to the Golden Temple. Prior to going into battle, Baba Deep Singh Ji promised to continue fighting until he freed the Golden Temple from the oppressors. When he came face to face with the Mughal general Jehan Khan, he was beheaded by the general. But since he had promised to go and protect the Golden Temple, he was given, the sword in his right hand, and the head in his left hand, and his started to say Ardas ( prayers), while he continued his battle towards the Temple and beheaded the Mughal general too.
“This is not a legend, but a true story which has been documented by the Mughals too.”

Second story from the history is of Guru Gobind Singh Ji, when in the Battle of Chamkaur; only 40 Sikhs were left to fight a huge army, of 125.000 men. So he deputed 5 Sikh warriors to fight them at a time, until all were defeated.

During the performance of Gatka, nowadays too, they do display this symbolically, by having one person confront many opponents.

Do they allow only Sikhs to join the Gatka group now?
“No it is open to all, from any faith or color or community. Despite being used by Sikh Gurus, to defend themselves, and their faith,” he said, “we believe in inclusivity, following the saying s of our Gurus.”

He quoted the Gurus:

“Recognise the human race as one.” Guru Gobind Singh ji.

“There is no Hindu Muslim, we are all from one God. “ Guru Nanak Dev ji.

Not just performing in local Gurudwaras, Jaskeerth Singh said he had taught Gatka in “Royal Armouries Museum too.”

I noticed they have two girls in their group.

“Back in UK, our group has almost same ratio of boys and girls.”

He quoted Guru Nanak dev ji : “Why do we call her bad, when she gives birth to the greatest of Kings in the world.”

Hence, whatever a man, can do, women can do even better.

“They perform the same acts as the boys.” He said, as the two, ladies one his wife and the other the 14 year old youngest member of the group smiled.

“There was a famous woman Sikh warrior, Mata Bhag Kaur, in the times of Guru Gobind Singh ji”, added his wife.

Today they just gave a brief display and look forward to an elaborate performance on Sunday, and want to have 3 brave volunteers from among the audience, as Jaskeerat Singh plans to perform an act blind folded. He wouldn’t share any more details, and insists,

“Please tell everyone to come on Sunday, and watch it.”
With quite a good idea of the background of this, ‘war tested’ Sikh martial art, I know, watching them perform again on Sunday would be  extremely exciting.

Hence please do come to watch them on Sunday at 4:30PM, at Celebration Square. 

For more programs see: http://www.cre8iv80studio.com/index.asp

Mosaic Festival 2012~Day 1 : Fashion Show & Mushaira


Mosaic Fest 2012 opened up on 16th August 2012, in Mississauga Art Gallery, with a substantial poise.

Yes, it was the “Woman of Substance walk”, in partnership with Indiva,  a renowned Fashion House from Yorkville.

What was thrilling was the scintillating line of beautiful models, from among the  women who make a difference in our Community. With the same poise and grace, that they have walked on the ramp of their professional lives, did these stunning models display the ensembles they were wearing from the renowned South Asian designers like Malani Ramani, Rohit Bal, Satya Paul, Ashley Robello, to name a few, all brought to display courtesy Wendy Dias, of  INDIVA.

The models line up of distinguisghed women, merits them all to be acknowledged for their accomplishmnets:
1.Linda Thomas: Ex. Dir. of Mississauga Arts gallery, a grandmom .
2. Indira Naidoo Harris: A journalist, a former Liberal candidate.
3.Shehla Khan: Engineer,with Canadian Nuclear Industry, designed Union Station, TO, and Karachi Airport.
4. Zehra Abbas: Founder, Ex Dir of YGTA, A youth led NPO, mobilising youth for Social Justice through arts.
5. Viera Kononenkova: A financial consultant
6. Angelie Sood: Host on XM Radio, heads a NPO ‘Share your light’ for the underprevilleged children
7. Salima Syereh Virani: Editor-in-Chief of MyBindi, SA hub for arts entertainment and lifestyle.
8.Atiya Khan: An ex-model in Pakistan, and now in direction & production in Canada. Promotes Sufism.
9. Surbhi Guleria Joshi : Co-founder of a Marketting Consulting Firm
10.: Bonnie Crombie: An elected councillor, from Ward-5, a community leader.
11. Anu Vithal : an entrepreneur, and Mosaic festival Director.

A few of them walk down the isle here, without giving any clue to their not being professional models:



Talking later to Bonnie Crombie, the politician, I asked her, “How did Bonnie, the model feel, walking on the ramp?”
‘Well it was an extremely exciting experience, and an honour to be walking down the red carpet, along with other distinguished women from the Community, whose resumes and accomplishments in real lives are far more elaborate than the dresses they were displaying.” Said Bonnie almost instantly.

Show casing on the sidelines was the Artist of Mosaic 2012, Misbah Ahmed, displaying her stunning pieces of hand crafted jewellary. It was mostly crafted of porcelain, visibly painfully hand painted, each piece was a unique piece of craft.

“It looks a real hard work” I could guess.
“I haven’t slept for a week”
said Misbah, modestly.

It was hard to choose, which ones to pick for a photo  for the blog, and even harder still, which ones, not to buy. Though I went there as a blogger, but ended up becoming one her clients too.



Mosaic Musaira :
At the other side, the Amphitheatre had An Urdu-Hindi-Punjabi Mushaira, The Azadi Mushaira, by  Canadian South Asian poets. They shared their poetry, amids the da’ads ( applauds),  on diverse topis from love to peace to humour.

Some of the verses, form very few poets, that I could note down, while being engrossed in their narrations are here:

Sandeep Singh, shared his poem on ‘Aeena’ . I share a few verses of his  Hindi kavita poem):
Tasveer dikhayi deti hai ek, shaksh ki ghar Aaine mein
Thoda jana sa lagta hai, kuch pehle dekha aaine mein……..
Shuruaat mein to aksar us se, nazarein mil jaya karti thi
Koi baat chubh gayi hai meri, hai nazar churata aaine mein!
…………..
Socha ki badal daaloon nata, aise ranjeeda mehmanon se
Yeh soch makaan badal dale, par tha wahi wahan aaine mein!

…………..

Uzma Mahmood, who came to Canada from Lahore, in 1993,  also a Homeopathic doctor and mortagae agent, narrated:
Guzre huwe zamane ke hawale mein reh gaye
Ab who tamasha dekhne walon mein reh gaye.
Khamosh lab se baat ki tardeed main ne ki
Tab unke sab khwab sawalon mein reh gaye.
Itna taweel pehle na tha daur-e-intwezar
Wade naye visal ke sawalon mein reh gaye.
Karbne gaye the Alam-e-arwah ka safr
Who log jo asman waalon mein reh gaye.
Masroofiyat ne kerne ki taufeeq jab na di
Uzma who mere kaam khayalon mein reh gaye.

Poonam Jain Kaslimwal, who works at peel district School board recited her Hindi Kavita:
Rat thehri chandni munder pe
Poocha main ne, tu kaun desh se aai hai
Bata to zara kya koi sandesa laai hai
Muskurai, ithlai bole
Kyun kya hai koi us oppaar
Jo tujhe yaad kerta hai
Main ne kaha pata nahin
Per sochna bahut achha lagta hai.

Though I had gone there to blog about it, but seeing them recite, I too plunged to recite  my poem on India Pakistan peace, in my debut Mushaira.
A few of its verses are:

Nafrat ki gathri ko mein ney
Phenk diya hai gireh laga ker
Hasrat se ab khol rahi hoon
Yaadon bharey iss thailey ko
Pyaar ki taaza hawa lagaane
Aman ki roshan dhoop dikhane.

Tum bhi aao, kholo apni
Saari gaanthein, saare bull
Tum bhi apne jholey mein se
Bujhe huwe woh deep nikalo
Un yaadon ke, un baaton ke
Un qisson ke, jo itne zyada
Dohratey the jab Nana Dada
Chehre unke damka jaate the
Ankhein unki chamka detey the….

Film Festival : As part of the Film Festival for Mosaic, with a line up of some really wonderful films,  the visitors were  treated with Reload and Jab We met.

With a lot more to come on the remaining three days : http://www.cre8iv80studio.com/index.asp

MOSAIC FESTIVAL, Mississauga~ “Identity and images.”


Think of summers, desi happenings, Celebration Square,Mississauga,  and the name that rings almost instantly in one’s head is Mosiac Festival.

Yes, Mosaic Festival 2012,  is back for the seventh time, to the city of Mississauga.

Whether it is a revisit of one’s soul to the rich culture of South Asia, sitting thousands of miles away the mainland, or just a free of cost, fun packed, evenings loaded with desiness, Mosaic has them all.

For me personally, Mosaic is a pilgrimage to my ‘desi to the core’ identity.
To my utmost thrill, this very identity through images was the theme of exhibition “Image and Identity”, with which Mosaic has come back in 2012, with a bang.

The photo exhibition of Canada based artists was all about their ‘identity’, as they see it. And was curated by Asma Mahmood, and Ali Adil Khan.
Exactly the way South Asia is a mosaic of various faiths and sub ethnicities, bound loosely by a common culture, the exhibition too depicted the various ways different Canada based South Asians associate themselves to their desi identity-be it through their faith, customs, values or even the social issues unique to the region.

In words describing it,  on the exhibition flyer were,

”This exhibition presents images that initiate the dialogue between the particular ability of the art of photography to narrate a story and capture the essence of an image that portrays beliefs, and feelings of the subject and its surroundings.”

Walking through some of the mages, that I could get hold of, you would realise what all I wrote above was just an understatement.

Beginning with the kaleidoscope of cultures that South Asian identity is so intertwined with, is a collage of colors by P. Mansaram:

Niqab by Fouzia Baloch, who came to Canada, as an year old infant, and calls herself an ‘evolved and empowered’ woman, but however, could not evade the identity, that millions of women back home  are associated with-a veil. The veil could be just  the physical cover behind  their yet to be realized potentials, or metaphorically a ‘veil of ignorance’ that these women have to their rights as equal humans.

Akshay Batra who is relatively a new immigrant to Canada, reminisces the solace he got while visiting the mountaneous resort of Dharamshala, in North India, which is also home to the Dalai Lama, and has many Buddhist temples. The picture here is of a woman, in the tranquil environs of one of these temples

A Human Cage~ captured in Dhaka by ….. . And the picture here does the speaking, for itself.

No South Asian can evade the reality of horrors caused by the Kashmir Conflict, which has led to 3 wars, numerous conflicts, and hostilities in the region. And here, after a little, uncorrupted, unpoliticed toddler, sticks out a lotus, begging for peace.A Kashmiri boy‘.

Are the two sides listening?

The next series tell a whole story of a million words through images. This is a bitter reality, that cuts across all cultures, faiths and regions in South Asia.

As narrated by Asif Reza the photographer, these pictures are a part of a larger series, he had exhibit in one of the posh art galleries of Karachi, Pakistan.

And to the utter disbelief of the visitors, the pictures he had taken were  from a location, merely 100 metres away from the place of exhibit.

The exhibit, he said was to ‘open the eyes’ of the rich and the fortunate to the ‘invisible’ world of the ‘have nots’ who  simply co-exist with them. He described the former group as living in their own ‘bubbles’, with apathetic ‘blinders’ on.

Why did he choose children? “Well because it’s their life that matters the most,  they are our treasures.”

The smiles on their faces, and the twinkle in their eyes, are only transient. The moment,  they will  realizes that all that life has to offer them  is the ‘ narrow alleys’ of opportunities, under the prevailing circumstances, they would all be gone, only to be replaced by a life full of hopes vanished, and dreams shattered.




Thinking in terms of sheer numbers put  together,  the 65% of youth ( below 35yrs of age) that constitute our 1.6 billion South Asians from Pakistan, India and Bangladesh, they form a billion strong, almost one seventh of the polulation on earth. If allowed to realize their potential, they could be a tremendous human resource.

One could only wish if some sense could be drilled in minds of the power greedy, that instead of fighting each other, we the South Asians, need to fight the common enemies of ill health, poverty, hunger, inequality….

Sigh !

However, this is just a showcase, that Mosiac took off with. There is a great,  more positive part of our desi identities,,  including from music, dance, poetry, movies to food, clothes and jewellary that is promised in Mosaic Festival from 16-19 August, 2012.
All of you are cordially invited :).

P.S. For further details of the programs visit the website:  http://www.cre8iv80studio.com/index.asp