Caged ...

<p><i><b>This is my Abbu...my father. I never used to call him Abbu ... I love to call him by this name in my memories of him...always. <p/>There's so much 'mamta' in the word ma. More than in a mother herself. Just saying the word starts off a churning in the navel.</b></i> <p/>Intimate subtle and deeply personal <b><i> Caged ... Memories Have Names</i></b> is probably Gulzar Saab's first autobiography in verse. <p/>Gulzar Saab ruminates and writes in rainbow colours. From Rumi to Pablo Neruda and Jibananda Das among others have coloured him in myriad of hues. With this he has painted the portraits of Birju Maharaj Mehdi Hasan Pancham Asha Bhosle in words. Their palpable presence thoughts and words are etched in Gulzar Saab's existence. Then there are people who have showered his life with love affection with multitude of emotions: Meghna Raakhee ji Vishal Bhardwaj and Javed Akhtar Saab to name a few. And words that remained unsaid to Abbu search for his Ma within his own existence they are the silken bonds of life. Gulzar Saab has 'caged' them deep inside his heart. <p/>They are for now ... and ... forever.</p>