Join Ahmedabad Book Club - Meet Ankit Trivedi

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I am aware of many Gujarati Poets and Literature lovers on the web and for them, this is news that Priyanshi Patel (Sambhaav Family) is running Ahmedabad Book Club in our city. The sessions are all focused on Sharing Knowledge and a platform where like-minded Book lovers meet, interact and share knowledge. There are Poets, Authors and Experts in many field who come and share their expertise and ABC is happy to provide a platform to all who love Books - Poetry and Literature or say, anything related to Books.

ABC in association to Coffee Mates has organized an upcoming Session on Poetry by Ankit Trivedi at Gujarat Sahitya Parishad premises on 21st September 5-7 p.m. ABC gives 'Open Invitation' to all to attend the Event. Recently, Mihir Gajrawala, an active member of ABC puts this post :

'Poetry' - the word has certain connotation, a connotation of it being 'other worldly', or 'not for me' or 'jhabbha-thela walo' or 'cant understand' etc etc. (for many if not all). On the other hand, I see that most 'language' consumption (apart from routine functional communication) happens in form of verse!! 

#1 : music and songs : of whatever language we all consume everyday are verses 

#2 : all of us irrespective of our faith, if are praying , those prayers (most of them,if not all) are verses.

almost 90% of ancient indian documentation is in the form of verses. Shlokas, Gaatha, dohas, mantra etc. are all forms of poetry.almost 90% of ancient indian documentation is in the form of verses. Shlokas, Gaatha, dohas, mantra etc. are all forms of poetry.Knowing this, it seems that poetry is a powerful medium to communicate thoughts and given its vast presence all around, it is a preferred medium too. To me it seems somewhere our ability to comprehend a verse is dented, or may be we just feel a repulsion, inspite of we ourselves being its consumer as described above.
Given this context, it is applause worthy that many are still trying to comprehend it and also trying to create new poetry to express themselves. Even if it does not strictly fall under the popular culture space.
It will be great to discuss the above and hear one of the contemporary exponent of vernacular poetry Ankit Trivedi in the upcoming ‪#‎Coffeemates‬and Ahmedabad Book Club session this sunday. I am looking forward to it and I suggest fellow book club members to make most of this session. It would be great to have interactions within us on the said topic.sunday 21.9.14 / Sahitya parishad / 5 to 7 pm.

Well, Enjoy this poetry. A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns has been translated to Gujarati language by Dr. Vivek Tailor - Feel the mother tongue, a language so sweet and lyrical, rhymed. Join ABC upcoming session to feel the flow of the words and understand what Gujarati Poetry is by Ankit Trivedi.

પ્રિય ! મારો પ્રેમ છે લાલ, લાલ ગુલાબ સમો,
જે જુનમાં ખીલે છે નવોનવો;
પ્રિય ! મારો પ્રેમ જાણે છે સંગીતની ધૂન,
જેને મીઠાશથી વહે છે સૂર.

જેટલી ગૌર તું છે, મારી નમણી રમણી,
એટલો ગળાડૂબ છું હું પ્રેમમાં;
અને હું ચાહતો રહીશ તને, મારી પ્રિયા,
સૂકાઈ જાય જ્યાં સુધી સહુ સમંદરો

સૂકાઈ જાય જ્યાં સુધી સહુ સમંદરો, પ્રિયે !
અને સૂર્ય પીગાળી દે સહુ ખડકોને;
અને હું છતાં પણ તને ચાહતો રહીશ, પ્રિયે,
જ્યાં સુધી જીવનની રેતી સરતી રહેશે…

અને હું રજા લઉં છું, મારી એકમાત્ર પ્રિયા !
અને હું રજા લઉં છું થોડી વાર માટે;
અને હું ફરીને આવીશ, મારી પ્રિયા,
ભલે વચ્ચે હજારો માઇલ કેમ ન પથરાયા હોય.

– રોબર્ટ બર્ન્સ
(અનુ. વિવેક મનહર ટેલર)

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

Be there at Sahitya Parishad on 21st September 2014 - 5-7 and enjoy listening and learning from Ankit Trivedi. Join Ahmedabad Book Club sessions and also follow on Facebook, its Free :-)

- ilaxi patel