Written by Anis Shakur   
Insha Jee utho...Ab kooch karo!

This verse always crosses my mind whenever the name of Ibn-e-Insha is
mentioned around. A poet, columnist, humorist, and travelogue writer
loved for past five decades by Urdu language readers around the globe.
I still remember the first time I got introduced to Insha Ji’s witty
writings. Twelve or thirteen years back while going through my
sister’s Urdu text book, I came across a lesson taken from a strangely
named book “Urdu Ki Aakhri Kitab”.

The name of book was catchy enough
for me, I read the whole lesson within few minutes. From then on,
there was no stopping to the admiration nurtured within me for this
great unique writer.

Born as Sher Muhammad Khan on June 15, 1927 in Jalandhar (Indian
Punjab), he did his BA from Punjab University and MA from Urdu College
Karachi (Federal Urdu University of now). Then, remained associated
with Radio Pakistan - a strong medium of Mass Communication in 50’s
and 60’s. Later, he joined UN for some time and from that association
came the travelogues widely read and liked, such as Awara Gard ki
Diary, Duniya Gol Hay, Ibn e Batuta kay Taa’qub May, Chaltay ho tu
Cheen ko Chaliyay and Nagri Nagri Phira Musafir.

Changing the trends of Urdu travelogue writing, he encompassed
cultural trends and various interesting traits of people living all
around, introduced us to Japan, UK, USA, Malaysia, Russia (Soviet
Union), India, Turkey, France, China, Iran, and others, in a detailed
manner; but not forgetting to maintain the humor.

Sharing an enlightening excerpt from his last travelogue “Nagri Nagri
Phirra Musafir”:

His observation and the ability to capture picture-perfectly in
travelogues is remarkable. I havent been to Japan, havent seen much in
pictures too; still it seems a place visited.

Muhtaq Ahmad Yusufi once said of Ibn-e-Insha:

    “Yah unkay mazaah ka karishma nahi’n tu kiya hay kay unhon nay
al’aam e siyasat ko bhi saada dil bandon kay liyay aaasan bana diyya.”

And how true. Ibn-e-Insha wrote for masses – the common man.

Interestingly, you’ll find his prose and poetry starkly opposite to
each other. The poet of famous ghazals as “Insha Ji utho Abb kooch
karo” and “Kal chaudhween ki raat thi, shab bhar raha charcha tera”
kept the gloom and dark side of life in his poetry. His poetry
collections, Iss basti kay ikk koochay may, Chand Nagar, and
Dil-e-Wahshi are filled with turns of life: flavors of love added in.
A roller-coaster ride of emotions.

A poet of unique placement in Urdu Literature but when you open the
prose, you will find yourself in an altogether different world. He
touched common topics from my life and your life, left us to laugh for
few minutes and thoughts for hours.

In Urdu ki Aakhri Kitab (which remains one of my most favorite books),
he introduces us to the “geographical” situation of Pakistan like

ironically the research continues. We’re still facing the same
challenges, and suffering from same hurdles, differences. A topic ATP
has touched and discussed at length in previous many months. I wonder
if Ibn-e-Insha was foreseeing the destabilized nation and country.

Moving on to another excerpt (from Khumar-e-Gandum), a research
associate once asked Ibn-e-Insha about his Family Tree
(shajrah-e-nasb) and that’s what he tells:

In Nagri Nagri Phira Musafir, Ibn-e-Insha’s last of the books, his
last letter to his readers is also included. Khalid Hasan, one of his
friends and renowned columnist, shares it like this:

    “The other day, we had barely had that tube they have stuck in our
nostrils taken out, when in walked Faiz sahib who is in London. If
there was to be some certainty that Faiz sahib will come to look you
up, that is reason enough to undergo an operation … There is nothing
to surgery these days. Even if you don’t need it, doctors perform it
out of a sense of fun. There was this gentleman with a cough who went
to pick up a linctus. The doctor operated his calf instead. And while
it is true that the pain in his calf became a permanent feature
thereafter, the cough disappeared completely … There is an array of
buttons at the bottom of our bed about whose precise use we remain in
the dark. Whenever we have attempted to push one of them, the result
has invariably been contrary to what we intended. Often, by mistake
when we press something, a machine comes to life. Result? The head
gets lowered while our feet point skywards. This is a veritable
devil’s workshop. In our hospitals at home, all they have is a simple
winding mechanism. Even more surefire is the method whereby a couple
of bricks are placed under the feet of the end that needs to be
raised. In the event that no bricks are at hand, books can do nicely.
Under one foot of the bed you have ‘Behishti Zaiwar’ and under the
other ‘Alipur ka Aili’. Obviously books have their uses.”

Insha in Zia Moheyuddin’s voice …!
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As, I’m writing this post, my mind’s filtering a fortune of his
writings, different angles to life in his perception and the way pen
related it to us; all that I want to share here but I’m afraid Ibn e
Insha is too giant of a personality to be covered in one single post.
His columns written in 60’s and 70’s stand firm even now, telling the
same day-to-day problems a common Pakistani faces.

Decades passed, new generation grew up in the country, read his book
and thought the same way. It’s interesting for every generation when
they find how the writer had written something that fits the current
situation in the country. Since 70’s, so many things have changed in
our country: the ever-rising poverty line, out of reach commodity
prices, differences in name of religion and faiths, social
frustration. Still, not to forget so many positive things that have
changed the outlook of Pakistan; the infrastructural advancements,
varying industries, telecom boom, flourishing IT, competent financial
institutions. Our generation, though decades old, extracts the same
essence from his writings. Look around the social or political
problems in Pakistan, it seems everything is in stand-sill state.

Its utter hard for anyone to do justice with his poetry and prose in
one post. His humor with a unique flavor of satire, undoubtedly, moves
your heart in a strange way. Richness of his thoughts and sheer
simplicity to reflect them makes Insha what he was and what he is now.
By reading him, I met a Pakistani, who gets saddened at the same
reasons I find disturbing but Ibn e Insha had the knack to wrap the
bitter in sweet. Ending on his dua :

    Ya Allah! Khanay ko Roti Day
    Pahananay Ko kapra day
    rahnay ko Makaan day
    Izzat aur Assodgi ki zindagi day
    Mian Yah bhi koi manganay ki cheez hay,
    Khuch aur maanga kar!
    Baba ji aap kiya mangatay hain?
    May yah cheezein nahi mangata.
    May tu kahta hoon Allah miyan mujhay Iiman day,
    naik amal karnay ki tofeeq day!
    Baba ji aap theek maangtay hain
    Insaan wohi cheez tu mangta hay
    Jo uskay paas nahi hoti.