Of Hopes ,& dreams that one leaves behind, in Life....

The Parable of one or the other unfulfilled wishes to remain
behind,in Life,
No matter whatever be the magnitude of the Success,that one attains,
In this Worldy Life.....




History remembers Zahiruddin Mohammed Babar,who in 16th Century India, founded the illustorious dynasty of the Mughals, which is remembered in the annals of history, as a glorius period in India's past, notwitstanding a few unpleasant moments somewhere along those footprints of time, as a great warrior , an illustorius emperor and a gifted writer, his autobiographical Babarnama being reverred even today, as a great piece of literature, composed in turkish.

Of Babar, it is said that he inherited Smarkhand, his maternal land from his father ,at the age of 13, and then lost,won and lost it again, and died with his greatest wish in life remaining unfulfilled-that of taking back Samarkhand, which to him, was the most beautiful of all lands,even though he had conquered a great number of kingdoms later on , far greater in size
and more abundant in riches...

So stands that adage , that has been proved true innumerable number of times, throughout the
story of man's life, that-

No matter how far you go on in life, achieving magnificent victories and enjoying great success
in life, there would always remain , somewhere inside your heart of hearts, some small , beautiful wish that you had ,some tender sweet dreams that you had cherished since childhood, that would remain unfulfilled , at the end of your 'this journey of life'..............


Quoting Amitav gosh,( the metalink is given below) :-

Babar himself has described his nostalgia for his beloved land, in his autobiographical,soulful, poetic Babarnama ,thus :-

A strain of deep melancholy runs through the last pages of the TB, as though he had come to realise that ruling his new kingdom would entail permanent exile from the landscapes of his childhood. "Our concern for going thence (to Kabul) is limitless and overwhelming," he wrote to a friend, the year before his death. "How can one forget the pleasures of that country? Especially when abstaining from drinking, how can one forget a licit pleasure like melons and grapes? Recently a melon was brought and as I cut it and ate it I was oddly affected. I wept the whole time I was eating it." (423)

His Indian victories seem to have left Babar with the feeling that his life's work was over: homesickness, nostalgia and abstinence evidently combined to rob him of his will to live.

Let me put those simmering, sobering,humbling,yet intense thoughts in my own lamentable style then...


"Zindagii Kii Adayein Maikhashii,Nashemann,
Nazron Se Toa Waqt ke Nazaarein-
Dikhtii Hain , Jaise Qatilana, Shadeed,
Yaad Aati Hai Humein Shiraazi Babar Kii Samarrkhand..."

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Quoting again from Amitav Ghosh's essay on Babar, titled "Love and War in Afghanistan and Central Asia: The Life of the Emperor Babur",

which appears on the following site :-
http://http://www.amitavghosh.com/essays_html_indv.php?essay_no=54

At the age of thirteen he led an army to Samarkand, to join a clutch of cousins and second-cousins who were taking advantage of another relative's absence to lay seige to the fabled city. After a siege of seven months Babar succeeded in having himself crowned the ruler of Samarkand. He was to rule the city for no more than a hundred days but in many ways this was the defining moment of Babar's life. He was to besiege, conquer and lose Samarkand many times over before he was finally and decisively driven southward. But up to the end of his life, even when he had conquered a realm far vaster, richer and more promising than those that had been taken from him, he still pined for his lost city: for Babar Samarkand was the epitome of civilisation, the centre of the world's urbanity and the fountainhead of all culture. He won a sizeable chunk of India, the land whose riches had triggered Europe's Age of Exploration. But all he really wanted was Samarkand.

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Riz