Beneath the ground he lies, wondering who the greater short story writer is, him or God (woh ki Khuda). Brought to life by stark animations, these stories are available for free, on YouTube. When Manto, the mercurial Urdu writer now deified against his wishes on both sides of the India-Pakistan border, died, he left behind an epitaph for his own grave: Here lies Manto, and with him lie all the secrets of short story writing. He’s a storyteller in its truest form, and RJ Sayema has celebrated his writings through these beautiful narrations. True satire is found in his stories that are erotic, obscene, violent, shocking, jarring–but still humane. Manto lives on even today, his stories cross borders and boundaries, national flags and anthems. He was unabashedly and unapologetically a writer of the people, and never apologised for his stories that took him to court for being far too political, anti-establishment, or the best one–‘obscene’. However, the beauty of Manto is that he can never be defined as a writer belonging to British India, India or Pakistan.
Manto was born in Lahore, British India, lived in Bombay for many years, before moving to Pakistan, where he eventually passed away. RJ Sayema, Mirchi’s own kickass jockey who is an expert at all things music and Urdu, narrates the stories written by Saadat Hasan Manto: one of the greatest writers to have existed. Actually, dus purani kahaaniya, Manto ke. Read 38 of 2022.Bored at home during this lockdown? Tired of the same old Bollywood movies and Hollywood action thrillers? Sick of doing bartan every night, and jhaadu poncha every day? Well, here’s one way to ease off all the boredom and stress: Ek Purani Kahaani.Translated from the Hindi by Daisy Rockwell Let There Be Light: The Real Story of Her Creation by Liana Finck Aurelia, Aurélia: A Memoir by Kathryn Davis The translations by Khalid Hasan and Aatish Taseer are worth reading.īuy Manto: Selected Stories from īuy Bitter Fruit: The Very Best Of Saadat Hasan Manto from He is the master of Urdu literature and I am only too glad that his writing has been available to all since decades. By now you would have realized that I would definitely recommend his writing to everyone who reads. He always wrote the way he saw and what he experienced. Saadat Hasan Manto’s writing is never sugar-coated. The questions that arose: Can one human being ever trust another? Where is the line drawn between one who saves and that same person then does not? Who decides the integrity of people? Is there any left at all? That was the irony of the situation then, I guess. His only relief comes from the fact that she is alive. The father is searching for his daughter and finally finds her. The story is of shame and the descend of human character and how sometimes the very saviours can turn out to be the perperators. The Return (Khol Do) is a story of a lost daughter when a train going to Lahore from Amritsar is stopped mid-way and attacked by the rioters. I think somewhere deep down in her heart she still yearns to go back to Karachi and she cannot.
How her home wasn’t her home anymore and the neighbours and friends she knew, would never be hers again. My grandmother still recollects stories of those times and how the entire family had to flee Pakistan and come to India. I come from a family that experienced partition. They made the hair on my back stand up and only to think that human beings are capable of the worst behaviour, made me sometimes lose all faith in the human race. I used to read Manto a long time ago and then I stopped reading his works. Partition of India and Pakistan is the setting for most of his stories and they aren’t pretty. Saadat Hasan Manto stories belong to disturbing times and are but obviously set in those times.
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