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<blockquote data-quote="Admin" data-source="post: 121003" data-attributes="member: 1"><p><span style="font-size: 15px">On Passing of Harinder Singh Mehboob</span></p><p>By Harkinder Singh, London, Ontario Canada</p><p></p><p>Today his mortal body was consigned to the flames in the same precincts of the village Jhoondan where he used to have long walks, long talks, frolick and play. His conversations were of the yonder world. Subjects o his talks were giants of literature such as Homer, Dante or Shakespeare. His memory was distinctly vast. He would pick and expose rare and special subtler aspects of the great works of the world. Yet he was a very modest and simple rustic looking man who never cared how he dressed or tied his turban. I suspect if he ever looked into a mirror. His brilliant mind was the mirror itself through whih the rest of the world reflected in a new meaning. That meaning is evident in his works such as Sehje Rachyio Khalsa, Jhanaa Di Raat and Ilahi Nadr De paindey. It is almost impossible for any one to understand the shades of meanings of how he bounced and wove words. He was basically a poet who wrote prose that almost looks like poetry. He was a great swimmer and loved playing in water. I have seen him swim in the huge Hauze of the tubewell situated on the outskirts of this village about 37 years ago. It was his passion to swim all five rivers of Punjab. I have seen him swim and I am sure was capable of doing just that. Actually all rivers of Punjab flew right with in his fakirana body. His passion to swim in the ocean of books was unmatched also. When he spoke, people were glued towards his face like a charm. Harinder Singh Mehboob was a gem of a man.</p><p></p><p>He was a legend in many ways. He could be the only one in Punjab who would have read all the classics, great philosophers, and poets that impacted human thought. He was so care free that nothing in this world ever seemed to disturb his inner tranquility. He was almost a saint. He was like a child - always full of original innocence. His child-like actions were full of mystery, joy, and wisdom for anybody who met him or heard him speak. He was like an ocean deep with in. He was a mystic who lived in this world but always aloof from it. Was it like a "kamal-niralum"? Almost certain. He passed through those circumstances that are hard to even imagine, but was able to produce literary gems that are difficult to appreciate. He belonged to a different world. Where ever he sat, people flocked around him. He entertained them, he filled their empty vessels with joy and charm. He was so well read, and so well informed about the most eloquent literature of this world that it is hard to find such a man around. He was a literary giant.</p><p></p><p>Who so ever he spoke with, thought that Harinder Mehboob was their friend only. Due to this nature of Harinder Mehboob, Gurtej Singh, Dr. Kharak Singh, Daljit Singh, Harjinder Singh Dalgeer, and Jasbir Singh Mann etc. thought that he belonged to their camp. But, no, Harinder Mehboob was not a slave to any “ism” or philosophy. He was an independent thinker and free from any associations or lobbies. He uttered something special to whosoever he spoke with, and made them happier than before. His passion for Sikh Gurus and Gurbani knew no bounds. He gave new meaning to every aspect of Sikh’s life. All great sufis of Punjab - nay, the world - lived within him. He represented them all in one little frail body.</p><p></p><p>I was fortunate to have met him. I was only 20 when I met him first time in 1972 at his village Jhoondan. He noticed my curiosity in books and literature and quipped: " Tu sabh ton pehlaan Prof Puran Singh di "Spirit Born People" Parh". Then he suggested: "Fer tu Bhai Veer Singh de Guru Nanak Chamatkar te Sri Kalghidhar Chamatkar parh". That was my first step towards beginning study of Sikh and Punjabi literature. How lucky I was! I can never find words to thank him for what a great path he put me on by connecting me to these sources of joy. I went to Bhasha Vibhag soon after in Patiala and bought Prof. Puran Singh's "The Spirit Born People" for Rs 3. That was a treasure that has never dried up for me – just like the Langar of Guru Nanak Dev ji that started only with Rs 20, and it still continues and shall continue uninterrupted. He introduced to great world classics, not just me, but multitudes of people who ever came across his path. He was a genuine reader and thinker from whom other people just borrowed ideas and used them as crutches to prove their worth in literary circles.</p><p></p><p>I also remember having met him briefly in 1968 in Patiala at our house. Harinder Singh was carrying a shoulder hung cotton-woven bag, hade long cut-hair that kept falling in his eyes. He kept shaking his neck in jerking motion to keep his tresses off of his face. In fakeerana style (andaaz) he took out two volumes of Bhai Vir Singh ji’s works and quipped, “ Mein laini ta si botal par aha kitabaan hi khareed lyiayiaa” with a broad smile. I was quite intrigued with his interesting way of making decisions that instead of chosing to buy alcohol he chose to buy books, and that too of a religious nature. I understand he was influenced by Maoist theory in those days, as I heard him praise the Long-march of Mao that time.</p><p></p><p>Not too many people know that his father, Dr Ujjagar Singh was a great Kissakaar of Punjabi. I am lucky to possess his Kissa called Mata Anjani - a great Kissa full of many varieties of Pingal Chhands, Baints, and Chaupaies. Many of his writings are extinct now. They migrated from Chakk number 33 in Lyallpur distt in 1947. Harinder Singh's life long friend and confidant Dr Gurtaran Singh of Punjabi University also came from the same village. Infact their homes were opposite each others' in the same village. Gurtaran's father, S. Sant Singh, was a gifted musician and played flute with passion. He refused to migrate to Indian Punjab and stayed back. Rest of the family moved to Jhoondan near Malerkotla. On the day of their departure from Chakk 33, Gurtaran's father was playing flute in his home on that summer day of 1947. The effect of that flute was etched in Harinder Mehboob's sensitive mind. Harinder also remembered with deep pain how Gurtaran's father was murdered by fanatic goons as he was left alone in his home in Chakk 33.</p><p></p><p>Just one month before Harinder Singh drew his final breath, on January 17, 2010, Dr. Gurtaran Singh and his son, Sartaj Singh, went to meet Harinder Singh at Garhdiwala where he was laying extremely ill in bed at his daughter’s house. Sartaj himself is gifted with talent of music and a rich sufiana melodious voice – just like his grand father S. Sant Singh of Chakk 33. This day, Harinder asked Sartaj to play the flute for him - just like his grand father did on that fateful day of 1947. Sartaj narrated to me that when he played the flute near Harinder Singh's bed, his eyes swelled with tears, and he asked him " Ki tu meinoo ehdi CD bana ke de sakda hain? Mein fer ehnu bari bari sunn sakangaa". Sartaj was at a loss for words when he spoke to me on the day of Harinder Singh's cremation.</p><p></p><p>Dr Gurtaran Singh actually spoke to Harinder Singh only few hours before his passing. They talked about Harinder's Ilahi Nadr De painday, and how Waheguru would give him more time to complete the unfinished part of Ilahi Nadr De Painday that deals with Guru Angad Dev ji to Guru Teg Bahadur Sahib. Harinder had already completed part one and the other that covers Guru Nanak Sahib and Guru Gobind Singh ji. Harinder had to suffer greatly at hands of police for writing poems in praise of Sant Bhindran Waley and S. Satwant Singh & S. Beant Singh. He had also composed a classic poem on the vulture (Daeyn) of Delhi who sucks blood of people at pitch dark of the night in his book that won him Sahit Academy award.</p><p></p><p>I vividly remember the night in 1974 when Guru Nanak Dev ji's Gurpurab was being celebrated in Gurdwara that is built in the village Maseet (mosque) of Jhoondan. All folks of village had invited the legendary Bhai Piara Singh (father of present day Hazoori ragis at darbar Sahib Bhai Manjit Singh and Bhai Jaswant Singh) of Patiala to do Kirtan at the instance of Harinder Singh. In the still of the night, Harinder Singh raised his voice and requested Bhai Sahib to sing his legendary shabad: Parab dori haath tumaray|| Jeea jant terey dharay...". The music filled the air with divine bliss. The night stood still. The whole village was in absolute silence, Bhai Piara Singh's voice floated on waves of the wind, and it took along the whole sangat with its power. It appeared as if the shadowy minarets of the Masjid/Gurdwara were also listening to the kirtan in their stillness. I still remember, the joyous face of Harinder Mehboob lit up and he roared "wah wah". That night, the village had invited a famous Hari Singh Dilbar Dhadhi Jatha as well. They sang the Shabad on Sarangi from Anund Sahib: Eh sareera meryiaa iss jagg mei aye kay kyaa tudh karm kamayiaa”. The appreciation shown by the village folk of their singing was summed up by Dilbar ji as “Jhoonda dee Sangat bllkull dhukwein velay paisay de ke daad dindi hai”. Harinder Singh was the most prominent listener among those folks that night.</p><p></p><p>Harinder Singh’s interests were vast and most colourful. He used poetical descriptions when he talked about great sports legends such as Mohammad Ali of boxing, Pele of football (soccer), Balbir Singh of hockey, Mardona of soccer. He kept his audience spell bound with newer and intriguing knowledge about the world around. I remember once listening to Harinder talk about the famous match between world famous wrestlers Zbyszko and Gama in the court of Maharaja Bhupinder Singh of Patiala in 1928. He narrated that while the match was about to begin, Maharaja raised two fingers as a gesture to Gama. Gama nodded his head and bowed towards the Maharaja. Later on people realized the secret of that gesture when Gama threw Zbyszko flat on his back and rode him in victory with in less than two minutes (exactly in 42 seconds) of start of the match. Harinder explained in his crisp magical voice: “Do unglaan da matlab eh si baee tu mint do hi launay hann, jittan vich, Maharajay da ehi ishara si Gamay nu.” Harinder would be carried away with his imaginative flights and he also took his audience along, filled in awe of the moment. His multi dimensional personality is beyond the grip of any body around. We can talk incessantly about him, and shall never reach an end.</p><p></p><p>With Harinder Singh's departure, there has occured a deep void in Punjabi, and Sikh world in particular. Such mystics and care free writers are indeed rare and unique. He seems to be the last pillar of this category of giants of Punjabi literature.</p><p></p><p>Last time I met Harinder Mehboob was in year 2007. He and I exchanged some strong and amusing arguments regarding the Bani of Sri Dasam Granth. This exchange was pretty easy and relaxed but we differed on the issue in some ways. Today, I miss him, and shall miss him more as I won't be able to see him and hear his voice when I go back. I had a definite plan to visit him as soon as I landed there this month. With these words, I express my gratitude to this great man because he gave me the "Gurhti" of literature and love for Punjabi. May Waheguruji accept him in His bossom, and his cycle of birth and death.</p><p></p><p>Cordially</p><p>harkinder Singh, London Canada</p><p>London, Ontario Canada</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Admin, post: 121003, member: 1"] [SIZE="4"]On Passing of Harinder Singh Mehboob[/SIZE] By Harkinder Singh, London, Ontario Canada Today his mortal body was consigned to the flames in the same precincts of the village Jhoondan where he used to have long walks, long talks, frolick and play. His conversations were of the yonder world. Subjects o his talks were giants of literature such as Homer, Dante or Shakespeare. His memory was distinctly vast. He would pick and expose rare and special subtler aspects of the great works of the world. Yet he was a very modest and simple rustic looking man who never cared how he dressed or tied his turban. I suspect if he ever looked into a mirror. His brilliant mind was the mirror itself through whih the rest of the world reflected in a new meaning. That meaning is evident in his works such as Sehje Rachyio Khalsa, Jhanaa Di Raat and Ilahi Nadr De paindey. It is almost impossible for any one to understand the shades of meanings of how he bounced and wove words. He was basically a poet who wrote prose that almost looks like poetry. He was a great swimmer and loved playing in water. I have seen him swim in the huge Hauze of the tubewell situated on the outskirts of this village about 37 years ago. It was his passion to swim all five rivers of Punjab. I have seen him swim and I am sure was capable of doing just that. Actually all rivers of Punjab flew right with in his fakirana body. His passion to swim in the ocean of books was unmatched also. When he spoke, people were glued towards his face like a charm. Harinder Singh Mehboob was a gem of a man. He was a legend in many ways. He could be the only one in Punjab who would have read all the classics, great philosophers, and poets that impacted human thought. He was so care free that nothing in this world ever seemed to disturb his inner tranquility. He was almost a saint. He was like a child - always full of original innocence. His child-like actions were full of mystery, joy, and wisdom for anybody who met him or heard him speak. He was like an ocean deep with in. He was a mystic who lived in this world but always aloof from it. Was it like a "kamal-niralum"? Almost certain. He passed through those circumstances that are hard to even imagine, but was able to produce literary gems that are difficult to appreciate. He belonged to a different world. Where ever he sat, people flocked around him. He entertained them, he filled their empty vessels with joy and charm. He was so well read, and so well informed about the most eloquent literature of this world that it is hard to find such a man around. He was a literary giant. Who so ever he spoke with, thought that Harinder Mehboob was their friend only. Due to this nature of Harinder Mehboob, Gurtej Singh, Dr. Kharak Singh, Daljit Singh, Harjinder Singh Dalgeer, and Jasbir Singh Mann etc. thought that he belonged to their camp. But, no, Harinder Mehboob was not a slave to any “ism” or philosophy. He was an independent thinker and free from any associations or lobbies. He uttered something special to whosoever he spoke with, and made them happier than before. His passion for Sikh Gurus and Gurbani knew no bounds. He gave new meaning to every aspect of Sikh’s life. All great sufis of Punjab - nay, the world - lived within him. He represented them all in one little frail body. I was fortunate to have met him. I was only 20 when I met him first time in 1972 at his village Jhoondan. He noticed my curiosity in books and literature and quipped: " Tu sabh ton pehlaan Prof Puran Singh di "Spirit Born People" Parh". Then he suggested: "Fer tu Bhai Veer Singh de Guru Nanak Chamatkar te Sri Kalghidhar Chamatkar parh". That was my first step towards beginning study of Sikh and Punjabi literature. How lucky I was! I can never find words to thank him for what a great path he put me on by connecting me to these sources of joy. I went to Bhasha Vibhag soon after in Patiala and bought Prof. Puran Singh's "The Spirit Born People" for Rs 3. That was a treasure that has never dried up for me – just like the Langar of Guru Nanak Dev ji that started only with Rs 20, and it still continues and shall continue uninterrupted. He introduced to great world classics, not just me, but multitudes of people who ever came across his path. He was a genuine reader and thinker from whom other people just borrowed ideas and used them as crutches to prove their worth in literary circles. I also remember having met him briefly in 1968 in Patiala at our house. Harinder Singh was carrying a shoulder hung cotton-woven bag, hade long cut-hair that kept falling in his eyes. He kept shaking his neck in jerking motion to keep his tresses off of his face. In fakeerana style (andaaz) he took out two volumes of Bhai Vir Singh ji’s works and quipped, “ Mein laini ta si botal par aha kitabaan hi khareed lyiayiaa” with a broad smile. I was quite intrigued with his interesting way of making decisions that instead of chosing to buy alcohol he chose to buy books, and that too of a religious nature. I understand he was influenced by Maoist theory in those days, as I heard him praise the Long-march of Mao that time. Not too many people know that his father, Dr Ujjagar Singh was a great Kissakaar of Punjabi. I am lucky to possess his Kissa called Mata Anjani - a great Kissa full of many varieties of Pingal Chhands, Baints, and Chaupaies. Many of his writings are extinct now. They migrated from Chakk number 33 in Lyallpur distt in 1947. Harinder Singh's life long friend and confidant Dr Gurtaran Singh of Punjabi University also came from the same village. Infact their homes were opposite each others' in the same village. Gurtaran's father, S. Sant Singh, was a gifted musician and played flute with passion. He refused to migrate to Indian Punjab and stayed back. Rest of the family moved to Jhoondan near Malerkotla. On the day of their departure from Chakk 33, Gurtaran's father was playing flute in his home on that summer day of 1947. The effect of that flute was etched in Harinder Mehboob's sensitive mind. Harinder also remembered with deep pain how Gurtaran's father was murdered by fanatic goons as he was left alone in his home in Chakk 33. Just one month before Harinder Singh drew his final breath, on January 17, 2010, Dr. Gurtaran Singh and his son, Sartaj Singh, went to meet Harinder Singh at Garhdiwala where he was laying extremely ill in bed at his daughter’s house. Sartaj himself is gifted with talent of music and a rich sufiana melodious voice – just like his grand father S. Sant Singh of Chakk 33. This day, Harinder asked Sartaj to play the flute for him - just like his grand father did on that fateful day of 1947. Sartaj narrated to me that when he played the flute near Harinder Singh's bed, his eyes swelled with tears, and he asked him " Ki tu meinoo ehdi CD bana ke de sakda hain? Mein fer ehnu bari bari sunn sakangaa". Sartaj was at a loss for words when he spoke to me on the day of Harinder Singh's cremation. Dr Gurtaran Singh actually spoke to Harinder Singh only few hours before his passing. They talked about Harinder's Ilahi Nadr De painday, and how Waheguru would give him more time to complete the unfinished part of Ilahi Nadr De Painday that deals with Guru Angad Dev ji to Guru Teg Bahadur Sahib. Harinder had already completed part one and the other that covers Guru Nanak Sahib and Guru Gobind Singh ji. Harinder had to suffer greatly at hands of police for writing poems in praise of Sant Bhindran Waley and S. Satwant Singh & S. Beant Singh. He had also composed a classic poem on the vulture (Daeyn) of Delhi who sucks blood of people at pitch dark of the night in his book that won him Sahit Academy award. I vividly remember the night in 1974 when Guru Nanak Dev ji's Gurpurab was being celebrated in Gurdwara that is built in the village Maseet (mosque) of Jhoondan. All folks of village had invited the legendary Bhai Piara Singh (father of present day Hazoori ragis at darbar Sahib Bhai Manjit Singh and Bhai Jaswant Singh) of Patiala to do Kirtan at the instance of Harinder Singh. In the still of the night, Harinder Singh raised his voice and requested Bhai Sahib to sing his legendary shabad: Parab dori haath tumaray|| Jeea jant terey dharay...". The music filled the air with divine bliss. The night stood still. The whole village was in absolute silence, Bhai Piara Singh's voice floated on waves of the wind, and it took along the whole sangat with its power. It appeared as if the shadowy minarets of the Masjid/Gurdwara were also listening to the kirtan in their stillness. I still remember, the joyous face of Harinder Mehboob lit up and he roared "wah wah". That night, the village had invited a famous Hari Singh Dilbar Dhadhi Jatha as well. They sang the Shabad on Sarangi from Anund Sahib: Eh sareera meryiaa iss jagg mei aye kay kyaa tudh karm kamayiaa”. The appreciation shown by the village folk of their singing was summed up by Dilbar ji as “Jhoonda dee Sangat bllkull dhukwein velay paisay de ke daad dindi hai”. Harinder Singh was the most prominent listener among those folks that night. Harinder Singh’s interests were vast and most colourful. He used poetical descriptions when he talked about great sports legends such as Mohammad Ali of boxing, Pele of football (soccer), Balbir Singh of hockey, Mardona of soccer. He kept his audience spell bound with newer and intriguing knowledge about the world around. I remember once listening to Harinder talk about the famous match between world famous wrestlers Zbyszko and Gama in the court of Maharaja Bhupinder Singh of Patiala in 1928. He narrated that while the match was about to begin, Maharaja raised two fingers as a gesture to Gama. Gama nodded his head and bowed towards the Maharaja. Later on people realized the secret of that gesture when Gama threw Zbyszko flat on his back and rode him in victory with in less than two minutes (exactly in 42 seconds) of start of the match. Harinder explained in his crisp magical voice: “Do unglaan da matlab eh si baee tu mint do hi launay hann, jittan vich, Maharajay da ehi ishara si Gamay nu.” Harinder would be carried away with his imaginative flights and he also took his audience along, filled in awe of the moment. His multi dimensional personality is beyond the grip of any body around. We can talk incessantly about him, and shall never reach an end. With Harinder Singh's departure, there has occured a deep void in Punjabi, and Sikh world in particular. Such mystics and care free writers are indeed rare and unique. He seems to be the last pillar of this category of giants of Punjabi literature. Last time I met Harinder Mehboob was in year 2007. He and I exchanged some strong and amusing arguments regarding the Bani of Sri Dasam Granth. This exchange was pretty easy and relaxed but we differed on the issue in some ways. Today, I miss him, and shall miss him more as I won't be able to see him and hear his voice when I go back. I had a definite plan to visit him as soon as I landed there this month. With these words, I express my gratitude to this great man because he gave me the "Gurhti" of literature and love for Punjabi. May Waheguruji accept him in His bossom, and his cycle of birth and death. Cordially harkinder Singh, London Canada London, Ontario Canada [/QUOTE]
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