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Bio Data of Jaswant Deed
BIO - DATA
Name
Jaswant Deed s/o S. Piara Singh
Birth
Shahkot (Jalandhar) 11.3.1954
Education
Higher Secondary (Shahkot).
B.A (Nakodar)
M.A. ,M. Phil (Punjabi University,
Patiala)
Ph.D (GNDU, Amritsar)
Professional Qualification
Presently working as Asst. Station
Director, Doordarshan Kendra Jalandhar
( 1st Class Gazetted Officer) of Govt. of
India.
Twenty-five years experience of Television
And Radio Productions.
Practical Experience & achievements in TV/Film Productions
I. Produced approximately 50 TV documentaries/Films on life and works of eminent writers/painters and other well-known personalities. Produced numerous special musical & cultural Programmes.
II. Got National awards for my Productions.
III. Produced Special series of Documentaries
Features on the History of Siri Guru Granth
Sahib and its message of Universal Brotherhood,
Peace and Communal Harmony.
Published Work
a.) ‘Ik lappYadan Di’ (Short Story
Collections).
b.) ‘Bache Ton Dardi Kavita’ (Poetry-1984-
2003)
c.) Achanchet (Poetry-1990-2003)
d.) Awaz Ayegi Aje (Poetry-1996-2003)
e.) Ghundi(Poetry-2001-2003)
f.) Kamandal (Poetry-2005-2008)-
Awarded by Sahit Akedmi Award Delhi
g.) Dharti Hor Pre (prose: 2008)
h.) Desh vand dian Kahanian (Short
Stories dealing with Partition)-(Edited)
for Sahit Akedmi.
i.) Jangal Di Kahani, Yashpal,
(Translations).
Awards
a) Prof. Mohan Singh Award G.N.D.U.
Amirtsar 1985)
(Poetry Book :Bache Ton Dardi Kavita)
b) Sahit Akedmi Award 2007. Book Kamandal
(Poetry)
c) Shiromani Punjabi Kavi Award (Bhasa
Vibhag Punjab) 2010
Memberships
a.) Ex-Member Advisory Body of National
Sahit Academy, Delhi.
b.) Member SAARC writers Associations,
Delhi.
c.) Ex-member Punjab Art Council
Chandigarh
Visit Abroad
Literary Visits to UK, European Countries,
USA and Canada.
Contacts/Correspondence
178 , Hardiyal Nagar, Garah Road,
Jalandhar (pb)
Mobile – 9814540230
E.mail – Deedjaswant @ yahoo.com.
BIO - DATA
Name
Jaswant Deed s/o S. Piara Singh
Birth
Shahkot (Jalandhar) 11.3.1954
Education
Higher Secondary (Shahkot).
B.A (Nakodar)
M.A. ,M. Phil (Punjabi University,
Patiala)
Ph.D (GNDU, Amritsar)
Professional Qualification
Presently working as Asst. Station
Director, Doordarshan Kendra Jalandhar
( 1st Class Gazetted Officer) of Govt. of
India.
Twenty-five years experience of Television
And Radio Productions.
Practical Experience & achievements in TV/Film Productions
I. Produced approximately 50 TV documentaries/Films on life and works of eminent writers/painters and other well-known personalities. Produced numerous special musical & cultural Programmes.
II. Got National awards for my Productions.
III. Produced Special series of Documentaries
Features on the History of Siri Guru Granth
Sahib and its message of Universal Brotherhood,
Peace and Communal Harmony.
Published Work
a.) ‘Ik lappYadan Di’ (Short Story
Collections).
b.) ‘Bache Ton Dardi Kavita’ (Poetry-1984-
2003)
c.) Achanchet (Poetry-1990-2003)
d.) Awaz Ayegi Aje (Poetry-1996-2003)
e.) Ghundi(Poetry-2001-2003)
f.) Kamandal (Poetry-2005-2008)-
Awarded by Sahit Akedmi Award Delhi
g.) Dharti Hor Pre (prose: 2008)
h.) Desh vand dian Kahanian (Short
Stories dealing with Partition)-(Edited)
for Sahit Akedmi.
i.) Jangal Di Kahani, Yashpal,
(Translations).
Awards
a) Prof. Mohan Singh Award G.N.D.U.
Amirtsar 1985)
(Poetry Book :Bache Ton Dardi Kavita)
b) Sahit Akedmi Award 2007. Book Kamandal
(Poetry)
Memberships
a.) Ex-Member Advisory Body of National
Sahit Academy, Delhi.
d.) Member SAARC writers Associations,
Delhi.
e.) Ex-member Punjab Art Council
Chandigarh
Visit Abroad
Literary Visits to UK, European Countries,
USA and Canada.
Contacts/Correspondence
178 , Hardiyal Nagar, Garah Road,
Jalandhar (pb)
Mobile – 9814540230
E.mail – Deedjaswant @ yahoo.com.
Name
Jaswant Deed s/o S. Piara Singh
Birth
Shahkot (Jalandhar) 11.3.1954
Education
Higher Secondary (Shahkot).
B.A (Nakodar)
M.A. ,M. Phil (Punjabi University,
Patiala)
Ph.D (GNDU, Amritsar)
Professional Qualification
Presently working as Asst. Station
Director, Doordarshan Kendra Jalandhar
( 1st Class Gazetted Officer) of Govt. of
India.
Twenty-five years experience of Television
And Radio Productions.
Practical Experience & achievements in TV/Film Productions
I. Produced approximately 50 TV documentaries/Films on life and works of eminent writers/painters and other well-known personalities. Produced numerous special musical & cultural Programmes.
II. Got National awards for my Productions.
III. Produced Special series of Documentaries
Features on the History of Siri Guru Granth
Sahib and its message of Universal Brotherhood,
Peace and Communal Harmony.
Published Work
a.) ‘Ik lappYadan Di’ (Short Story
Collections).
b.) ‘Bache Ton Dardi Kavita’ (Poetry-1984-
2003)
c.) Achanchet (Poetry-1990-2003)
d.) Awaz Ayegi Aje (Poetry-1996-2003)
e.) Ghundi(Poetry-2001-2003)
f.) Kamandal (Poetry-2005-2008)-
Awarded by Sahit Akedmi Award Delhi
g.) Dharti Hor Pre (prose: 2008)
h.) Desh vand dian Kahanian (Short
Stories dealing with Partition)-(Edited)
for Sahit Akedmi.
i.) Jangal Di Kahani, Yashpal,
(Translations).
Awards
a) Prof. Mohan Singh Award G.N.D.U.
Amirtsar 1985)
(Poetry Book :Bache Ton Dardi Kavita)
b) Sahit Akedmi Award 2007. Book Kamandal
(Poetry)
c) Shiromani Punjabi Kavi Award (Bhasa
Vibhag Punjab) 2010
Memberships
a.) Ex-Member Advisory Body of National
Sahit Academy, Delhi.
b.) Member SAARC writers Associations,
Delhi.
c.) Ex-member Punjab Art Council
Chandigarh
Visit Abroad
Literary Visits to UK, European Countries,
USA and Canada.
Contacts/Correspondence
178 , Hardiyal Nagar, Garah Road,
Jalandhar (pb)
Mobile – 9814540230
E.mail – Deedjaswant @ yahoo.com.
BIO - DATA
Name
Jaswant Deed s/o S. Piara Singh
Birth
Shahkot (Jalandhar) 11.3.1954
Education
Higher Secondary (Shahkot).
B.A (Nakodar)
M.A. ,M. Phil (Punjabi University,
Patiala)
Ph.D (GNDU, Amritsar)
Professional Qualification
Presently working as Asst. Station
Director, Doordarshan Kendra Jalandhar
( 1st Class Gazetted Officer) of Govt. of
India.
Twenty-five years experience of Television
And Radio Productions.
Practical Experience & achievements in TV/Film Productions
I. Produced approximately 50 TV documentaries/Films on life and works of eminent writers/painters and other well-known personalities. Produced numerous special musical & cultural Programmes.
II. Got National awards for my Productions.
III. Produced Special series of Documentaries
Features on the History of Siri Guru Granth
Sahib and its message of Universal Brotherhood,
Peace and Communal Harmony.
Published Work
a.) ‘Ik lappYadan Di’ (Short Story
Collections).
b.) ‘Bache Ton Dardi Kavita’ (Poetry-1984-
2003)
c.) Achanchet (Poetry-1990-2003)
d.) Awaz Ayegi Aje (Poetry-1996-2003)
e.) Ghundi(Poetry-2001-2003)
f.) Kamandal (Poetry-2005-2008)-
Awarded by Sahit Akedmi Award Delhi
g.) Dharti Hor Pre (prose: 2008)
h.) Desh vand dian Kahanian (Short
Stories dealing with Partition)-(Edited)
for Sahit Akedmi.
i.) Jangal Di Kahani, Yashpal,
(Translations).
Awards
a) Prof. Mohan Singh Award G.N.D.U.
Amirtsar 1985)
(Poetry Book :Bache Ton Dardi Kavita)
b) Sahit Akedmi Award 2007. Book Kamandal
(Poetry)
Memberships
a.) Ex-Member Advisory Body of National
Sahit Academy, Delhi.
d.) Member SAARC writers Associations,
Delhi.
e.) Ex-member Punjab Art Council
Chandigarh
Visit Abroad
Literary Visits to UK, European Countries,
USA and Canada.
Contacts/Correspondence
178 , Hardiyal Nagar, Garah Road,
Jalandhar (pb)
Mobile – 9814540230
E.mail – Deedjaswant @ yahoo.com.
English Poetry of Jaswant Deed
The Dance
Words are dried up
Gone is the passion
The colures
The scroll
The thoughts
The flow
What I was there
In those
Ditches
Caves
Cyclones
Dungeons?
The crazy fish
Vibrant in the hues of water
So turbulent
No footprints even trail behind
They just fly
And announce their arrival
Who was he?
Whose cozy nadir beckoned?
Whose being was bedecked with playful springs?
Who made silent moon dance
Luminous words appeared out of withered winds
“Naach”
Without Rains
It did not rain
There is no trace of that sparrow even
That carried in its feathers
Clouds
Filled with waters
How those roots might’s have sustained
That could not stay
Out of water
Even
For a second
Those flowers and leaves
Roofs houses ditches and ponds
Wanting for the rains
How all they might be looking like?
Words look letters piano paintings sitar
All these
That once pulsated
Were so vibrant with raindrops
And then flew like cascade
The sky used to embrace the earth
Where they might be wandering
Lost for years
Lost are those winds
Pathways hill tops chos springs
On whom rain used to empty itself
Like one in frenzy
Then there was perfect calm
A sparrow once again gathered flight
Carrying in its feathers
Clouds filled with waters
Where they might be
For years
Looking for each other’s shadows and sizes
Sparrow and the rain.
“Baarish Baghair”
Against
Write
As many poems as you can
Speech as much as you can
I do not exactly remember
When you came
How we met
Why we met
After a few exchanges
Kisses and embraces
How we embraced loneliness……
I hardly remember
It was for the first time
I had seen a woman
In such a hurry
I took the plunge
Then there was the retreat…..
Perhaps
We had set out
In search of something
We lost something instead
Leave all this
Let us keep silent
Let us write poems
Me against you
You against me
In love
“Khilaf”
The Pocket
With the poem in my pocket
I don’t remember
When I had written it
I am trudging along
This Poem has been washed
Many a times
By mistake
Wet and crumpled
Words again brightened up
In the rays of the sun
With the poem delicately folded
In my Pocket
I am trudging along
The forest has its end
Waters appear
Seers and sages assemble
God’s saints
Gurus
Take their food together
At one place
And me
Holding my crumpled poem
In my pocket
Sitting on the bank of the river
Think….
This world is God’s robe
And I am revolving in his pocket
Carrying billions and trillions of pouches
And
Longing to meet him
I carry the poem
In my pocket.
This world is God’s robe
“Bojha”
Explosion
I should run away at once
At once from here
Or climb to the top
Or lower myself down
Into the basement
At once
Fires will erupt here
Now
Right now
Or a storm will rage
I will lose my hair
Or my blood will be drained off
The book in my hand will drop
Dread will grip my veins
I will struggle to catch the ghost
By the neck
But
A strange scream will choke my throat
I will be petrified
A stone
A lump of iron
This place will chew up my screams
I should flee at once
Away
Away
Like an explosion
“Visphot”
The Uproar
There is uproar
There is paper
There are thoughts
There is no pen in the whole house
‘Pen!’
One word shakes up the whole house
The younger son rushes out of the house
Peeps into the dark well
The grandmother stops him
‘Boy- you will die’.
He says – ‘I saw the pen go into the well yester night!’
Making her nerves all the more tense
She with her henna-dyed hair says
‘What is this commotion- Pen -! Pen! Pen!
Early in the morn
No Ram! No Rahim!
Pen! Pen! Pen!
This man takes up the house on his head!
As though
He is to carry the world on the nib of his pen!’
“Hahakar”
Words are dried up
Gone is the passion
The colures
The scroll
The thoughts
The flow
What I was there
In those
Ditches
Caves
Cyclones
Dungeons?
The crazy fish
Vibrant in the hues of water
So turbulent
No footprints even trail behind
They just fly
And announce their arrival
Who was he?
Whose cozy nadir beckoned?
Whose being was bedecked with playful springs?
Who made silent moon dance
Luminous words appeared out of withered winds
“Naach”
Without Rains
It did not rain
There is no trace of that sparrow even
That carried in its feathers
Clouds
Filled with waters
How those roots might’s have sustained
That could not stay
Out of water
Even
For a second
Those flowers and leaves
Roofs houses ditches and ponds
Wanting for the rains
How all they might be looking like?
Words look letters piano paintings sitar
All these
That once pulsated
Were so vibrant with raindrops
And then flew like cascade
The sky used to embrace the earth
Where they might be wandering
Lost for years
Lost are those winds
Pathways hill tops chos springs
On whom rain used to empty itself
Like one in frenzy
Then there was perfect calm
A sparrow once again gathered flight
Carrying in its feathers
Clouds filled with waters
Where they might be
For years
Looking for each other’s shadows and sizes
Sparrow and the rain.
“Baarish Baghair”
Against
Write
As many poems as you can
Speech as much as you can
I do not exactly remember
When you came
How we met
Why we met
After a few exchanges
Kisses and embraces
How we embraced loneliness……
I hardly remember
It was for the first time
I had seen a woman
In such a hurry
I took the plunge
Then there was the retreat…..
Perhaps
We had set out
In search of something
We lost something instead
Leave all this
Let us keep silent
Let us write poems
Me against you
You against me
In love
“Khilaf”
The Pocket
With the poem in my pocket
I don’t remember
When I had written it
I am trudging along
This Poem has been washed
Many a times
By mistake
Wet and crumpled
Words again brightened up
In the rays of the sun
With the poem delicately folded
In my Pocket
I am trudging along
The forest has its end
Waters appear
Seers and sages assemble
God’s saints
Gurus
Take their food together
At one place
And me
Holding my crumpled poem
In my pocket
Sitting on the bank of the river
Think….
This world is God’s robe
And I am revolving in his pocket
Carrying billions and trillions of pouches
And
Longing to meet him
I carry the poem
In my pocket.
This world is God’s robe
“Bojha”
Explosion
I should run away at once
At once from here
Or climb to the top
Or lower myself down
Into the basement
At once
Fires will erupt here
Now
Right now
Or a storm will rage
I will lose my hair
Or my blood will be drained off
The book in my hand will drop
Dread will grip my veins
I will struggle to catch the ghost
By the neck
But
A strange scream will choke my throat
I will be petrified
A stone
A lump of iron
This place will chew up my screams
I should flee at once
Away
Away
Like an explosion
“Visphot”
The Uproar
There is uproar
There is paper
There are thoughts
There is no pen in the whole house
‘Pen!’
One word shakes up the whole house
The younger son rushes out of the house
Peeps into the dark well
The grandmother stops him
‘Boy- you will die’.
He says – ‘I saw the pen go into the well yester night!’
Making her nerves all the more tense
She with her henna-dyed hair says
‘What is this commotion- Pen -! Pen! Pen!
Early in the morn
No Ram! No Rahim!
Pen! Pen! Pen!
This man takes up the house on his head!
As though
He is to carry the world on the nib of his pen!’
“Hahakar”
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