Tuesday, 4 December 2018

Biography of Jagan Nath Azad

Biography of Jagan Nath Azad

Jagan Nath Azad (5 December 1918 – 24 July 2004)[1] was a Urdu artist, essayist and academician. He composed more than 70 books, including verse accumulations, sonnets, histories, and travelogs. 

He was an expert on the life, reasoning and works of Muhammad Iqbal. He filled in as President of the Iqbal Memorial Trust for a term of five years (1981– 85). 

Azad was chosen VP of Anjuman Taraqqi-I-Urdu (Hind) (a national body for the advancement of Urdu under the Ministry of Human Resource Development) in 1989 and President in 1993, staying in this office till his end. 

He was at his composition work area until fifteen days before he passed on – of carcinoma and a concise ailment – at the Rajiv Gandhi Cancer Institute and Research Center in New Delhi, India on 24 July 2004. He was 84 and is made due by his better half and five youngsters. 

I am extremely happy that a portion of our perusers recognized Prof. Jaganath Azad in our ongoing ATP Quiz. I am not shocked that others didn't. As I had referenced in the post, I would not have done as such had it not been for a great post by Zakintosh on his blog. 

I am embarrassed that up to this point I didn't know who Jagan Nath Azad was, or what he did. I am happy that I currently know. I trust you are as well. 

To start with, the rudiments: Jagannath Azad (1918-2004) was a Urdu writer, a Punjabi Hindu, and a researcher of Iqbal's verse who, on the immediate welcome of Mohammad Ali Jinnah, composed Pakistan's first national song of praise, which remained Pakistan's authentic hymn for its first year 

Jagannath 'Azad' was the child of the extraordinary writer Tilok Chand Mehroom. Azad recieved basic instruction at home from his dad and subsequent to passing the essential and auxiliary tutoring, he got his B.A. degree from Gordon College, Rawalpindi in 1939. After that he served in various limits with Tehreek-e-Rafaqat and different associations. He did his M.A. furthermore, MoL from Punjab University, Lahore. Afterward, he joined Sikandar Hayat in his political exercises and furthermore worked for the paper 'Jai Hind'. Post-autonomy, he moved to Delhi. He worked with Central Information Service with Ministry of Labor pursued by Ministiry of Information and Broadcasting (Information Division) . After his retirement from administration, he worked for a brief timeframe in the Urdu Department in Jammu University as Professor. Azad acquired wonderful taste from his dad and his deep rooted dedication to the verse of Iqbal has impacted him colossally. He had rise to dominance on Nazm, Ghazal, Qata, Rubai and different types of verse. "Bekaran" and "Sitaron se Zaron tak" are two of his 56 unique books and a nubmer of different books that he altered as well as assembled. Other than various journalists like Firaq Gorakhpuri, Al-e-Ahmad Suroor and so on have composed on his works. 

The First Great war had finished not exactly multi month back. Lord George V ruled over the British Empire and India's freedom was still years away. The possibility of Pakistan would not be presented for another quarter of a century (the name being contrived by Chaudhary Rahmat Ali in the mid 1930s and received by the Muslim League in 1940). 

The North West Frontier Province, truly a piece of the Kingdom of Kabul and Punjab, had been estbalished however would not get 'Representative managed' status till after the Round Table Conference of 1931; and the residential community of Isakhel (settled by the Niazi boss, Isa Khan on the bank of the waterway Kuram in western Mianwali District) had been proclaimed a Tehsil (authoritative HQ with Tehsildaar as boss officer). 

It was here, in Isakhel, that Jagan Nath Azad, my dad, entered this world on the morning of 5 December 1918. 

At the time my granddad, Tilok Chand Mehroom, was an instructor at the neighborhood grade school. He had a little girl (Vidya) from his first marriage and had hitched Asha Devi (my grandma) after the inconvenient end of his first spouse. 

My dad acquired an adoration for Urdu writing from his dad who acquainted him with the Urdu letter set by composing the letters separately on bits of cardboard and to Urdu verse through Diwan-e-Ghalib. As they were going through Kalabagh on their approach to Kaloorkote (because of my granddad's posting), my granddad commented on the vista spread before them: Line 1 (Paharon ke oopar bane hein makaan). My dad quickly finished the couplet with: Line 2 (Ajab un ki soorat, ajab un ki shaan). He was five years of age. 

His dad's lead and direction helped his enthusiasm for verse and his innovativeness to develop. In his youth he was encompassed with books and scholarly periodicals which familiar him with crafted by famous authors like Nazeer Akabarabadi, Mohammad Hussain Azad, Altaaf Hussain Hali and Ismail Merathi. My granddad would likewise take him to mushairas that he partook in (the main such occasion brought about my dad meeting Hafeez Jalandhari out of the blue and being given a duplicate of Hindustan Hamara, which he read, esteemed and re-read throughout the years). 

My dad had three more youthful sisters: Shakuntala (who kicked the bucket at two years old years), Savitri and Krishna.


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