We recently had a post on Ghalib by Adnan Ahmad. I believe we can never have enough of Ghalib.
Adnan’s post was mostly about Ghalib, the poet. This one is about Ghalib, the person.
When we think of Ghalib as a person, invariably the picture that comes to mind is that of an old man, rather emaciated, with drooping shoulders, wearing a white beard, a very somber expression and that tall, rather funny looking cap. This is because of that one portrait of Ghalib that we grew up seeing since schooldays. In real life, however, Ghalib was a witty person full of humor, he didn’t wear a beard all his life — at least not when he was young, and I am not sure if he always wore that cap. One of his letters shows that he once ordered a Peshawari turban to replace that cap.
