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जब कोलकता में ग़ालिब के एक फ़ारसी शेर पर विवाद खड़ा हो गया

एक तो ग़ालिब के जिस्म में दौड़ता ईरानी लहू और दिमाग में ईरानी उस्ताद की नसीहतें और तजर्बे, इन दोनों के मेल ने ग़ालिब को फ़ारसी का ज़बरदस्त और ज़हीन शायर बना दिया। सिर्फ़ शायर ही नहीं बल्कि उनके खाने पीने, उठने बैठनें, बात करने, कपड़े पहनने और सोचने समझने का अंदाज तक ख़ालिस ईरानी हो गया।

Situated on the eastern bank of river Hooghly, I have had many a name through ages. Some called me Gol Gotha, others named me Kilkila. Some believed I was Kol-ka-hata, others favoured Kalikata. Then came those who concluded I was Khal Kata, but still others chose to call me Kalkata and then Kalikota. Later, I became Calcutta; now I’m Kolkata. I have had many incarnations; each one looking at the other in the spirit of curious camaraderie. What is in a name, or appearance, after all? I’m indeed history; I’m witness. I’m over two millennia old. My tale is long; your time short. In short, I open up to you. You may pass on my tale to others. With many a name, I’ve many a face. I’m a port; I traded in opium. I’m the Nawab of Bengal; I’m the East India Company. I’m the capital of the Raj; a face of the independence movement. I’m Bengal renaissance. I stand partitioned, bombed, starved. I am revolutionary, but stagnated too. I refuse to grow, yet I do. I choke; I breathe; I live on.

Shahr Naamah Banaam Kolkata

I stand partitioned, bombed, starved. I am revolutionary, but stagnated too. I refuse to grow, yet I do. I choke; I breathe; I live on.

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