Ghazals Of Ghalib

The Almighty Of Rekhta

Mirza Asadullah Khan (Ghalib)-27-12-1797(Agra) To 15-02-1869 (Delhi)

Dibrugarh

(December 1970)

 

 

By the year 1969, I have joined the NCC(National Cadet Corps).

 

In December 1970 our camp started for Dibrugarh(Assam). We were 26 cadets, 2 trainers and one teacher. It was severe cold, so we were all lased with woolen garments.

 

The place where we were camped, was in front of a huge ruins of an ancient enclave. Later we came to know that enclave belonged to Ahom Heritage, but up to that time no one has claimed the right.

 

Nice scenario. At the left Brahmaputra river was flowing. At the right it was Tulung garden. In the front it was Ahom heritage and at the back side National highway was running.

 

Fifteen tents were erected. One tent for two persons. One tent for kitchen. From the downtown two persons were arranged for seven days for kitchen.

 

By that time I was engaged in bad habit of smoking. And now I abstain from that intoxicant. And due to that bad habit, to escape the glance of teacher and instructors, I used to smoke in the back side of huge trees.

 

The day three was too hectic.We were training fifteen miles away. I was feeling measurable. I did not got a chance to smoke whole the day. We should always abstain from any form of intoxicant.

 

Each and every person was so tired that after having dinner, they retired on the bed, and immersed in sleep. I was restless for smoking. I came out of the camp silently and went behind the enclave, sat on a stone and started smoking.

 

Suddenly started emerging a sound of weeping from that ruined enclave. In my whole life I am not aware of fear. I only fear The Almighty. I felt curiosity. Slowly I went up to the broken gate. Sound of weeping became more clear, and it was of female.

 

I asked, "Who are you and why you are crying?"

No reply, and weeping stopped. I repeated my question two-three times more, but in vain.

 

I was too tired. So i came back to my tent and drowsed in deep sleep.

 

At morning I decided to visit that place again at night.

 

That whole day, the sound of weeping was echoing in my ear. I was restlessly waiting for the day to end.

 

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