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Iqbal Hussain: The agony and the ecstasy

DSC_1540 copy WITHOUT RIGHTSIqbal Hussain’s new work reveals a darkly poignant preoccupation with death, an artistic crisis born of the violence in our midst. But this work may yet survive the changing cultural topography of Pakistan, says Raza Rumi

Being stuck in an awful traffic jam on Lahore’s Mall Road is an everlasting nightmare. This was the road which once housed the tempestuous and famously poly-amorous painter Amrita Shergil, as well as the grand old man of Indian writing in English, the legendary Khushwant Sigh, among other lost symbols of our bygone past. But mine was not a fruitless journey: I was heading to the Zahoor ul Akhlaq Gallery at the National College of Arts (NCA), where Iqbal Hussain’s new work was being displayed. I would not hav e gone to see this exhibition had I not heard about the significance of the show from the proficient curator of the gallery Qudsia Raheem. I liked to meet Iqbal Hussain in the throes of the walled city where he has reinvented a space for himself among his own people — entertainers, artists, traders, sex workers and a multitude of local and global visitors. Iqbal Hussain has been successful through his personal endeavors to put Lahore’s old city and its infamous red light district on the world map. He has achieved this primarily through his stupendous paintings and sublime rooftop views of Mughal monuments from the Cooco’s Den Café he owns and manages.

DSC_1510 copy WITHOUT RIGHTSIqbal Hussain’s work over the decades has brought to life the shades and aspects of sex workers from Heera Mandi around whom Hussain grew up. Most importantly, he is proud of his heritage and origins and, unlike the hypocritical and self-denying society in which he lives, he has publicly claimed ownership of this background. His work has obsessively captured the many narratives about the women who are central to Heera Mandi. In doing this, Hussain has humanized the portraits of the “dancing girl”, the aging prostitute and the honorable livelihood earner. Contrary to the religious decrees on such women, or the excessive romanticization of dancing girls in our culture, Hussain’s subjects are nothing but human. They are real and vulnerable while blessed with the ability to sing, dance and celebrate life and sex. In our socially conservative culture, made even more so since the advent of Victorian values in what was then British India, such characters have been the recipients of much derision. Hussain, through his momentous collection of paintings, has countered every stereotype and cliché that comes to mind about such women. Continue reading

A lament on the End of Lahore that was..

The End of Islam, the End of Lahore by Billo

Yesterday was, without doubt, one of the most depressing days here. What was termed a ‘debate’ was really a farcical show, another attempt to lampoon the “decadent” west. And here we had two teachers, both with their f**ng American twang, quoting Nietzsche-the nihilism of the west-and Plato (the noble lie..”they didn’t teach you that, did they?”) and Chomsky. A heady brew. The west is in crisis, it has no moral foundations. Pornography, incest…what’s your problem with that?This university is funded by amriki money, to produce ‘brown saahibs’ (Macaulay was wheeled in). And all this in front of the students.
“But how should we respond to the cartoons?”
Follow the will of God. And for that you need to go to the best interpreter, and that is mufti K-A…
More than that, other colleagues were attacked on the platform. The social sciences themselves were irrational, an eye-wash. The social scientists themselves devoid of any logic. We can essentialize, we must. In our tradition we talk of the kaffir and the muslim. Why should we even be concerned with words like freedom, peace, tolerance. They’re out to get us. Look at Bosnia, look at Chechnya. And all this from people who teach Business Studies and Sociology! Oh, the irony.
Now, you might think I’m making this up given that it’s so absurd. But that’s exactly how it was. And this ain’t no crummy university but supposedly the best or one of the best in the country. But what was really shocking was the way in which the vast majority of those around lapped this up, laughing and stomping their feet like f**king clowns.
A few dissenting voices, old Lahore speaking. But I can’t but help feel the game is over. I felt like saying, but have you actually ever listened to Bach. No, it won’t do. This place is buggered. There’s no two ways about it. Fanatics everywhere want people to take sides. But I prefer not to. Let us remain true to our roots and be unsure. As the Allama once said:
Even if the Divine reveals His Face
I’ll still take “perhaps” and “maybe”.