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                                                This is a reproduction of a sequence of posts I had made on 
                                                the USENET groups circa November 1991. I did not want to lose
                                                the wonderful biography, so am storing it here for posterity.
                                             
                                            
                                                The following biography of Ghalib is reproduced from the book:
                                             
                                                                                         
                                             GHAZALS OF GHALIB, VERIONS FROM THE URDU BY AIJAZ AHMAD et al.
                                              
                                            Publisher: Columbia Univ Press, 1971  (Out of print.)
                                             
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                                                   Mirza Asadullah Beg Khan -- known to posterity as Ghalib, a
                                            `nom de plume' he adopted in the tradition of all clasical Urdu poets,
                                            was born in the city of Agra, of parents with Turkish aristocratic
                                            ancestry, probably on December 27th, 1797. As to the precise date,
                                            Imtiyaz Ali Arshi has conjectured, on the basis of Ghalib's horoscope,
                                            that the poet might have been born a month later, in January 1798.
                                         
                                                    Both his father and uncle died while he was still young, and
                                            he spent a good part of his early boyhood with his mother's family.
                                            This, of course, began a psychology of ambivalences for him. On the
                                            one hand, he grew up relatively free of any oppressive dominance by
                                            adult, male-dominant figures. This, it seems to me, accounts for at
                                            least some of the independent spirit he showed from very early child-
                                            hood. On the other hand, this placed him in the humiliating situation
                                            of being socially and economically dependent on maternal grandparents,
                                            giving him, one can surmise, a sense that whatever worldly goods he
                                            received were a matter of charity and not legitimately his. His pre-
                                            occupation in later life with finding secure, legitimate, and
                                            comfortable means of livelihood can be perhaps at least partially
                                            understood in terms of this early uncertainity.
                                         
                                                    The question of Ghalib's early education has often confused
                                            Urdu scholars. Although any record of his formal education that might
                                            exist is extremely scanty, it is also true that Ghalib's circle of
                                            friends in Delhi included some of the most eminent minds of his time.
                                            There is, finally, irrevocably, the evidence of his writings, in verse
                                            as well as in prose, which are distinguished not only by creative
                                            excellence but also by the great knowledge of philosophy, ethics,
                                            theology, classical literature, grammar, and history that they reflect.
                                            I think it is reasonable to believe that Mulla Abdussamad Harmuzd
                                            -- the man who was supposedly Ghalib's tutor, whom Ghalib mentions at
                                            times with great affection and respect, but whose very existence he
                                            denies -- was, in fact, a real person and an actual tutor of Ghalib
                                            when Ghalib was a young boy in Agra. Harmuzd was a Zoroastrian from
                                            Iran, converted to Islam, and a devoted scholar of literature,
                                            language, and religions. He lived in anonymity in Agra while tutoring
                                            Ghalib, among others.
                                         
                                           
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                                                    In or around 1810, two events of great importance occured in
                                            Ghalib's life: he was married to a well-to-do, educated family of
                                            nobles, and he left for Delhi. One must remember that Ghalib was only
                                            thirteen at the time. It is impossible to say when Ghalib started
                                            writing poetry. Perhaps it was as early as his seventh or eight years.
                                            On the other hand, there is evidence that most of what we know as his
                                            complete works were substantially completed by 1816, when he was 19
                                            years old, and six years after he first came to Delhi. We are obviously
                                            dealing with a man whose maturation was both early and rapid. We can
                                            safely conjecture that the migration from Agra, which had once been a
                                            capital but was now one of the many important but declining cities, to
                                            Delhi, its grandeur kept intact by the existence of the moghul court,
                                            was an important event in the life of this thirteen year old, newly
                                            married poet who desparately needed material security, who was
                                            beginning to take his career in letters seriously, and who was soon to
                                            be recognized as a genius, if not by the court, at least some of his
                                            most important comtemporaries. As for the marriage, in the predomin-
                                            antly male-oriented society of Muslim India no one could expect Ghalib
                                            to take that event terribly seriously, and he didn't. The period did,
                                            however mark the beginnings of concern with material advancement that
                                            was to obsess him for the rest of his life.
                                         
                                                    In Delhi Ghalib lived a life of comfort, though he did not
                                            find immediate or great success. He wrote first in a style at once
                                            detached, obscure , and pedantic, but soon thereafter he adopted the
                                            fastidious, personal, complexly moral idiom which we now know as his
                                            mature style. It is astonishing that he should have gone from sheer
                                            precocity to the extremes of verbal ingenuity and obscurity, to a
                                            style which, next to Meer's, is the most important and comprehensive
                                            styles of the ghazal in the Urdu language before he was even twenty.
                                         
                                                    The course of his life from 1821 onward is easier to trace.
                                            His interest began to shift decisively away from Urdu poetry to Persian
                                            during the 1820's, and he soon abandoned writing in Urdu almost
                                            altogether, except whenever a new edition of his works was forthcoming
                                            and he was inclined to make changes, deletions, or additions to his
                                            already existing opus. This remained the pattern of his work until
                                            1847, the year in which he gained direct access to the Moghul court.
                                            I think it is safe to say that throughout these years Ghalib was mainly
                                            occupied with the composition of the Persian verse, with the
                                            preparation of occasional editions of his Urdu works which remained
                                            essentially the same in content, and with various intricate and
                                            exhausting proceedings undertaken with a view to improving his financial
                                            situation, these last consisting mainly of petitions to patrons and
                                            government, including the British.  Although very different in style
                                            and procedure, Ghalib's obsession with material means, and the
                                            accompanying sense of personal insecurity which seems to threaten the
                                            very basis of selfhood, reminds one of Bauldeaire. There is, through
                                            the years, the same self-absorption, the same overpowering sense of
                                            terror which comes from the necessities of one's own creativity and
                                            intelligence, the same illusion -- never really believed viscerrally
                                            -- that if one could be released from need one could perhaps become
                                            a better artist. There is same flood of complaints, and finally the
                                            same triumph of a self which is at once morbid, elegant, highly
                                            creative, and almost doomed to realize the terms not only of its
                                            desperation but also its distinction.
                                         
                                                    Ghalib was never really a part of the court except in its very
                                            last years, and even then with ambivalence on both sides . There was
                                            no love lost between Ghalib himself and Zauq, the king's tutor in the
                                            writing of poetry; and if their mutual dislike was not often openly
                                            expressed, it was a matter of prudence only. There is reason to believe
                                            that Bahadur Shah Zafar, the last Moghul king, and himself a poet of
                                            considerable merit, did not much care for Ghalib's style of poetry or
                                            life. There is also reason to believe that Ghalib not only regarded
                                            his own necessary subservient conduct in relation to the king as
                                            humiliating but he also considered the Moghul court as a redundant
                                            institution. Nor was he well-known for admiring the king's verses.
                                            However, after Zauq's death Ghalib did gain an appiontment as the
                                            king's advisor on  matters of versifiaction. He was also appointed,
                                            by royal order, to write the official history of the Moghul dynasty, a
                                            project which was to be titled "Partavistan" and to fill two volumes.
                                            The one volume "Mehr-e-NeemRoz", which Ghalib completed is an
                                            indifferent work, and the second volume was never completed, supposedly
                                            because of the great disturbances caused by the Revolt of 1857 and the
                                            consequent termination of the Moghul rule. Possibly Ghalib's own lack
                                            of interest in the later Moghul kings had something to do with it.
                                         
                                          
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                                                    The only favouarble result of his connection with the court
                                            between 1847 and 1857 was that he resumed writing in Urdu with a frequency
                                            not experienced since the early 1820's. Many of these new poems are not
                                            panegyrics, or occasional verses to celebrate this or that. He did,
                                            however, write many ghazals which are of the same excellence and temper
                                            as his arly great work. Infact, it is astonishing that a man who had more or
                                            less given up writing in Urdu thirty years before should, in a totally
                                            different time and circumstance, produce work that is, on the whole,
                                            neither worse nor better than his earlier work. One wonders just how many
                                            great poems were permanently lost to Urdu when Ghalib chose to turn to
                                            Persian instead.
                                         
                                                    In its material dimensions, Ghalib's life never really took root
                                            and remained always curiously unfinished. In a society where almost
                                            everybody seems to have a house of his own, Ghalib never had one and always
                                            rented one or accepted the use of one from a patron. He never had books of
                                            his own, usually reading borrowed ones. He had no children; the ones he
                                            had died in infancy, and he later adopted the two children of Arif, his
                                            wife's nephew who died young in 1852. Ghalib's one wish, perhaps as strong
                                            as the wish to be a great poet, that he should have a regular, secure
                                            income, never materialized. His brother Yusuf, went mad in 1826, and died,
                                            still mad, in that year of all misfortunes, 1857. His relations with his
                                            wife were, at best, tentative, obscure and indifferent. Given the social
                                            structure of mid-nineteenth-century Muslim India, it is, of course,
                                            inconceivable that *any* marriage could have even begun to satisfy the
                                            moral and intellectual intensities that Ghalib required from his
                                            relationships; given that social order, however, he could not conceive
                                            that his marriage could serve that  function.  And one has to confront the
                                            fact that the child never die who, deprived of the security of having a
                                            father in a male-oriented society, had had looked for material but also
                                            moral certainities -- not certitudes, but certainities, something that he
                                            can stake his life on.  So, when reading his poetry it must be remembered
                                            that it is the poetry of more than usually vulnerable existence.
                                         
                                                  It is difficult to say precisely what Ghalib's attitude was toward
                                            the British conquest of India. The evidence is not only contradictory but
                                            also incomplete. First of all, one has to realize that nationalism as we
                                            know it today was simply non-existent in nineteenth-century India. Second --
                                            one has to remmber -- no matter how offensive it is to some -- that even
                                            prior to the British, India had a long history of invaders who created
                                            empires which were eventually considered legitimate. The Moghuls themselves
                                            were such invaders. Given these two facts, it would be unreasonable to
                                            expect Ghalib to have a clear ideological response to the British invasion.
                                            There is also evidence, quite clearly deducible from his letters, that
                                            Ghalib was aware, on the one hand, of the redundancy, the intrigues, the
                                            sheer poverty of sophistication and intellectual potential, and the lack of
                                            humane responses from the Moghul court, and, on the other, of the powers of
                                            rationalism and scientific progress of the West.
                                         
                                                    Ghalib had many attitudes toward the British, most of them
                                            complicated and quite contradictory. His diary of 1857, the "Dast-Ambooh" is
                                            a pro-British document, criticizing the British here and there for
                                            excessively harsh rule but expressing, on the whole, horror at the tactics
                                            of the resistance forces. His letters, however, are some of the most
                                            graphic and vivid accounts of British violence that we possess. We also know
                                            that "Dast-Ambooh" was always meant to be a document that Ghalib would make
                                            public, not only to the Indian Press but specifically to the British
                                            authorities. And he even wanted to send a copy of it to Queen Victoria. His
                                            letters, are to the contrary, written to people he trusted very much, people
                                            who were his friends and would not divulge their contents to the British
                                            authorities. As Imtiyaz Ali Arshi has shown (at least to my satisfaction),
                                            whenever Ghalib feared the the intimate, anti-British contents of his
                                            letters might not remain private, he requested their destruction, as he did
                                            in th case of the Nawab of Rampur. I think it is reasonable to conjecture
                                            that the diary, the "Dast-Ambooh", is a document put together by a
                                            frightened man who was looking for avenues of safety and forging versions of
                                            his own experience in order to please his oppressors, whereas the letters,
                                            those private documents of one-to-one intimacy, are more real in the
                                            expression of what Ghalib was in fact feeling at the time. And what he was
                                            feeling, according to the letters, was horror at the wholesale violence
                                            practised by the British.
                                         
                                                    Yet, matters are not so simple as that either. We cannot explain
                                            things away in terms of altogether honest letters and an altogether
                                            dishonest diary. Human and intellectual responses are more complex. The
                                            fact that Ghalib, like many other Indians at the time, admired British, and
                                            therfore Western, rationalism as expressed in constitutional law, city
                                            planning and more. His trip to Calcutta (1828-29) had done much to convince
                                            him of the immediate values of Western pragmatism. This immensely curious
                                            and human man from the narrow streets of a decaying Delhi, had suddenly been
                                            flung into the broad, well-planned avenues of 1828 Calcutta -- from the
                                            aging Moghul capital to the new, prosperous and clean capital of the rising
                                            British power, and , given the precociousness of his mind, he had not only
                                            walked on clean streets, but had also asked the fundamental questions about
                                            the sort of mind that planned that sort of city. In short, he was impressed
                                            by much that was British.
                                         
                                           
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                                                    In Calcutta he saw cleanliness, good city planning, prosperity.
                                            He was fascinated by the quality of the Western mind which was rational
                                            and could conceive of constitutional government, republicanism,
                                            skepticism. The Western mind was attractive particularly to one who,
                                            although fully imbued with his feudal and Muslim background, was also
                                            attracted by wider intelligence like the one that Western scientific thought
                                            offered: good rationalism promised to be good government. The sense that
                                            this very rationalism, the very mind that had planned the first modern
                                            city in India, was also in the service of a brutral and brutalizing
                                            mercantile ethic which was to produce not a humane society but an empire,
                                            began to come to Ghalib only when the onslaught of 1857 caught up with the
                                            Delhi of his own friends. Whatever admiration he had ever felt for the
                                            British was seriously brought into question by the events of that year, more
                                            particularly by the mercilessness og the British in their dealings with
                                            those who participated in or sympathized with the Revolt. This is no place
                                            to go into the details of the massacre; I will refer here only to the recent
                                            researches of Dr. Ashraf (Ashraf, K.M., "Ghalib & The Revolt of 1857", in
                                            Rebellion 1857, ed., P.C. Joshi, 1957), in India, which prove that at least
                                            27,000 persons were hanged during the summer of that one year, and Ghalib
                                            witnessed it all. It was obviously impossible for him to reconcile this
                                            conduct with whatever humanity and progressive ideals he had ever
                                            expected the Briish to have possessed. His letters tell of his terrible
                                            dissatisfaction.
                                         
                                                    Ghalib's ambivalence toward the British possibly represents a
                                            characteristic dilemma of the Indian --- indeed, the Asian -- peoples.
                                            Whereas they are fascinated by the liberalism of the Western mind and
                                            virtually seduced by the possibility that Western science and technology
                                            might be the answer to poverty and other problems of their material
                                            existence, they feel a very deep repugnance for forms and intensities of
                                            violence which are also peculiarly Western. Ghalib was probably not as
                                            fully aware of his dileema as the intellectuals of today might be; to assign
                                            such awareness to a mid-nineteenth-century mind would be to violate it by
                                            denying the very terms -- which means limitations --, as well -- of its
                                            existence. His bewilderment at the extent of the destruction caused by the
                                            very people of whose humanity he had been convinced can , however, be
                                            understood in terms of this basic ambivalence.
                                         
                                                    The years between 1857 and 1869 were neither happy nor very eventful
                                            ones for Ghalib. During the revolt itself, Ghalib remained pretty much
                                            confined to his house, undoubtedly frightened by the wholesale masacres in
                                            the city. Many of his friends were hanged, deprived of their fortunes,
                                            exiled from the city, or detained in jails. By October 1858, he had
                                            completed his diary of the Revolt, the "Dast-Ambooh", published it, and
                                            presented copies of it to the British authorities, mainly with the purpose
                                            of proving that he had not supported the insurrections. Although his life
                                            and immediate possesions were spared, little value was attached to his
                                            writings; he was flatly told that he was still suspected of having had
                                            loyalties toward the Moghul king. During the ensuing years, his main source
                                            of income continued to be the stipend he got from the Nawab of Rampur.
                                            "Ud-i-Hindi", the first collection of his letters, was published in October
                                            1868. Ghalib died a few months later, on February 15th, 1869.
                                         
                                           
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