About Me

About Me

It has always be my belief that the art of writing is God given. It is not something that can be acquired. It is not the privilege of any particular class. Yes, some happenings do help this otherwise hidden talent comes out.

I started writing when I was studying in class 9^th. I started with poetry and later shifted to fiction…… Short Story. I have written in Kashmiri, Urdu as well as English. 12 of my publications have so far being published. These include poetic collections, collections of short stories and books in simple pros. My more than fifty plays/films have also been broadcast and telecast on Radio and Television. They are yet to be published in book form.

From my childhood days I have been interested in art and literature. It was basically an attempt to overcome the acute sense of alienation that has been haunting my life throughout. Loneliest solitude is the only company that I have been enjoying. I have being having throngs around but not a soul mate in its literal sense. Art and literature provided a refuge. Then I underwent some experiences that helped me use my God given talent.

Writing merely doesn’t mean recoding things as they happened. If one simply writes what one feels that is pure photography. Experiences need to be brewed in the purgatory of ones mind and heart. Emotions are to be crisped in the agonies of life to make them communicable to others. One of the prodigious job of a writer is to made his experiences universal.  

I have my own distinction. My diction, my treatment would always be different. In fact I would say, my short story would itself bespeak that I have been jotted down by Nazir Jahangir.

Whether it is my short stories, poetry or plays, my theme is always pain in its comprehensive sense. Pain is the canvas on which I paint. Each individual soul seems pain incarnate to me. Every laughter to me is fraught with vestiges of agony. Man’s laughter seems insincere while his crying genuine. I think I have seen life raw. Even birds and flowers to me seem writhing with angst. When a flower boasts of its color that is basically a posture to hide its pain. So far as I have penetrated human psychology, I feel human weaknesses, pride, laughter, dressing and every aspect of human personality as an effort to mitigate that pain, whether he is conscious or unconscious of it. Anyone who refutes me is not saying truth.

One of my short stories “GOBUR CHOU MUJRIM” (The boy is guilty) was declared best short story by the Ministry of Human Resources, New Delhi. This story has been translated into many languages. The story is written in a lighter vein with a serious theme. A play based on this story was staged at Tagore Hall, Srinagar, Kashmir by Mr. M.K. Raina (a stage director of good repute). One of my plays entitled “MARNAS RAWI PARTEET” (Death will loose its credibility) was awarded first prize by ALL INDIA RADIO, New Delhi for the best humorous play (Kashmiri).