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🔸Some months ago I had started to read ‘Dozakhnama’ but couldn’t complete it somehow so I reread it from the start to maintain my tempo again which’s been written by Bengali author Rabisankar Bahl, the thing that urged me to get a copy of that book was the plot which revolved around Manto and illustrious Urdu poet Mirza Asad Ullah Khan Ghalib. I wouldn’t have imagine that one day I ‘d be reading Ghalib and Manto while they rest in their respective graves. Both were definitely the priceless connoisseurs in their genre, but obviously they weren’t meant to be together celebrating the difference of centuries among themselves.
Manto being the mid-age contemporary and Ghalib being the man who saw the rise and the fall of the Mughal sultanate, it was almost a dream to read them together, not only about sharing the stories but I found them talking like buds who are there face to face sharing the baazi of gambling and sipping the Johnny Walker together.
🔸These two different but bizarrely relevant personalities do have many things in common yet they are different from each other in every possible manner, Manto sahib had a self loathe; he didn’t need any of the critics to be pointing fingers at his personality or work (Yet many people did) he was his own guru, his own critic.
The best part about Manto sahib was that he was free; an independent soul that needed no verification, a certified harami, a person who would talk about taboo like fairy tales. I, myself have been his biggest fan till date from Ishwar Singh of Thanda Gosht to Bishan Singh of Toba Tek Singh; every of his character is mysterious and widely engaging even today.
🔸I would rate it 4.5
🔸A delight to read and a book that every bookshelf deserves. 💯