Reading my piece on dissent makes me think of the song Baghawat, which in my philosophy is more of a song of resistance.
This song is one of the best songs I’ve ever heard, in my opinion, and it gave me chills.
“Aaj bhi mere khayalon ki tapish zinda hai , mere guftar ki derino ravish zinda” hai’ the beginning lines of this carved an unremarkable mark in the human mind. It is quite true that even after suffering, patriotism in oneself does not die, and one is always ready to fight.
It reminds me of the verses of Faiz Saheb, “hum bhi dekhenge”, as a voice of the suppressed one. Similarly, in this song, Saif tries to raise his voice against all the injustice.
aaj bhi mere khayalon ki tapish zinda hai
mera ghuftar ki dehrina rawish zinda hai
tum hi tum qadre mutlaq ho khuda kuch bhi nahin?
jisme isan ma dimagho ka siwa kuch bhi nhii
You are the Qadir e Multaq, is God nothing?
He asked a rhetorical question to all those who are showing their tyranny. And in the very next line, he himself replies, “There is nothing in the human body except the brain.”
aah! ye sach hai ki hathiyaar ke bal-boote par,
aadamee naadir-o- changez to ban sakta hai.
zaahiree kuvvat-o-sitavat kee faraavaanee se,
lenin-o- hitler-o-angrez to ban sakata hai.
The line begins with “weltschmerz as the writer expresses the feelings of their beloved countrymen. The writer even describes how Changez Khan’s conquests and empire-wide growth were accomplished by brutal tactics that resulted in the deaths of millions of people. Similar to this, Nadir Shah’s rule was characterised by pervasive tyranny, torture, and killings. By practising such acts, one can become Lenin or Hilter but cannot witness mankind.
The song is a strong attack on dictatorship and unfairness, and it praises the power of the people to fight against oppression and make things better.It’s a call to action for people who want to fight against injustice and inequality. It encourages them to stick to their beliefs and never give up.
The whole verse was like a constant journey of pain in the hands of time, and at last, the painful cry of the narrator was reconciled with the ultimate power of the world.
