Wednesday, May 30, 2007
12, 16 and 20
Fort william College ke zamane ki urdu ki aik kahawat hai:
"Bare Budh, Solhe Saan, Weehe Waan - aawi to aawi nai to gai"
means
"If you don't get wisdom by age 12, beauty by age 16 and grace (or personality) by age 20, you will never have it in life"
(What you think?)
Monday, May 28, 2007
Bara aadmi ya achha aadmi ?
Kehte hain cricket aur acting main sub se ziyada zaroori cheez 'timing' hai. Agar shot ki 'timing' theek ho to ball boundry ke par jaati hai aur dialogue delivery ki 'timing' theek ho to woh barson yaad rehta hai. Pakistan ke aik bohut achhe adakar the (? hain) - Ali Ejaz. Suna hai dialogue delivery main un jesi timing kisi aur ke paas nahi thi. Unka aik dialogue aaj bhi mujhe yaad aata hai, jisme unhon ne aik dadaji ka kirdar ada kiya tha aur nasihat kerte hain:
"Apne bachhe ko bara aadmi na banana, bulke koshish kerna woh achha aadmi bane"
Aese hi aik aur dialogue - jo ata-ul-haq qasmi ne likha tha Ke: "Insaan duniya main rahe, duniya usme na rahe"
Hamari zindagion ka bas yahi almiya hai.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
The Soul of Mercy
(originally posted at Darvish )
It is related that after the death of the great Sufi Master al-Shibli, a friend saw him in a dream. The friend asked him what God had done with him, to which al-Shibli replied, “God placed me before Him and asked if I knew why He had forgiven my sins. I said that it might be because of the good works I had done, the prayers I had performed, my fasting and pilgrimage, my having associated with pious people and my journeying in search of knowledge. God replied, “O Shibli, these were not the reasons. Do you remember when you were walking in the lanes of Baghdad and you found a small cat made weak by the cold and ice, and out of pity you took it and put in inside a fur you were wearing so as to protect it from the pains of the cold? Because of the mercy you showed that cat, I have had mercy on you.”
- Excerpt adapted from Sufis and Saints’ Bodies: Mysticism, Corporeality & Sacred Power in Islam by Scott Kugle.
It is related that after the death of the great Sufi Master al-Shibli, a friend saw him in a dream. The friend asked him what God had done with him, to which al-Shibli replied, “God placed me before Him and asked if I knew why He had forgiven my sins. I said that it might be because of the good works I had done, the prayers I had performed, my fasting and pilgrimage, my having associated with pious people and my journeying in search of knowledge. God replied, “O Shibli, these were not the reasons. Do you remember when you were walking in the lanes of Baghdad and you found a small cat made weak by the cold and ice, and out of pity you took it and put in inside a fur you were wearing so as to protect it from the pains of the cold? Because of the mercy you showed that cat, I have had mercy on you.”
- Excerpt adapted from Sufis and Saints’ Bodies: Mysticism, Corporeality & Sacred Power in Islam by Scott Kugle.
Saturday Miscellaneous
Read today: "In this era of google, it is not important to know how to access information but the more required skill is to know how to manage the information".
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Heard in lecture: "It is not healthy to have only one child. If you can procreate, have atleast 2, preferably 3 children. A single child has to succumb life long to you-are-the-only-hope pressure of parents and parents themselves direct all their overdue positive and negative attention to one single child".
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Read in a blog (not putting link to protect privacy): "We often say at the time of passing of parents that: "sir say sayah uth giya" (urdu). That is the 'saya' of prayers, for that is the 'protection' they provide for us".
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Kaun bikta nahi zamane main
Ab ye baat kiya chupana ke jub main Karachi main hota tha to hum dost aksar Gulshan-e-Iqbal pe gana sunne jaya kerte the. Wahan nachne wali aik lurki kub mujh pe aashiq ho gai ye to mujhe pata na chala. America aane se pehle jub main aakhri baar us se milne gaya aur use bataya ke main america ja raha hun to mera haat pakar ke rone lagi. Kehne lagi: "Mujhe bhi saath le chalo". Main ne bagair soche samjhe kaha: "wahan sub kuch itna khulla hai ke tumhare gulshan ka karobaar wahan chale ga nahi". Meri ye baat churi ki tarah us ke dil pe lagi. Mujhe bolne ke baad apni bakwas ka andaaza huwa. Kehne lagi: "Tum bhi to america goron ko apna zahen bachne ja rahe ho".Us din us ne mujhe jo geet sunaya woh Runa laila ka geet, 'Aap farmayain kiya kharidain ge' tha. Us gaane ke kuch alfaz aaj bhi mujhe usi churi se katte hain jo us din us ke dil pe lagi thi
Is jahan, is nigar-khane main
kaun bikta nahi zamane main
Mal-o-daulat ka hai aseer koi
Zahen beche koi, zameer koi
Log kehte hain bewafa humko
aur humi se wafa kharidain ge
(I found this song on youtube)
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Aftab Khan of Lahore
Jub peter mera intern bun ker aaya to pehle hafte jese mujhe woh nazar hi nahi aata tha. Magar kaam bhi saare ho jaate the. Labs bhi check ho jaati, consultants bhi notify ho jaate, progress notes bhi likhe hote the aur patients discharge bhi timely ho jaate - magar peter jese wahan huwe bagair kaam kerta tha. Peter ne mujhe lahore ke Aftab khan ki yaad dila di.
Aftab Khan bhi shayed sulemani topi pehnta tha !
Jub main ne America main residency shuru ki to Aftab Khan mera senior resident tha, magar shuru ke 2 ya 3 mahine main ne use dekha hi nahi tha sirf naam suna tha. Aftab Khan nazar nahi aata tha magar us ka zikar hur jaga hota tha. Pehli baar main ne Aftab Khan ko CT scan main aik patient ka code blue run kerte huwe dekha. Code blue ke baad us ne chief resident se koi baat ki aur phir aik mahina nazar nahi aaya. Aahista aahista mujh pe Aftab Khan ki khubian khulna shuru huin. Aftab ka taaluq lahore se tha aur us ka dil bhi lahori tha. Doston ka dost tha. Jub meri medical floor pe uske saath rotation hui aur main ne as a intern koi blunder ker diya to subha Aftab ne sara ilzam apne sir le liya magar allah ne use baat kerne ka aesa dhang diya tha ke kubhi koi attending us se naraz na huwa bulke program director ke chahiton main shamil tha !
Aik din main ne aftab se poocha, "tumhari is perfect PR (personal relationship) technique ka kiya raaz hai".
Us ne kaha: "Hamare punjab ki kahawat hai ke - maalik ki agari aur ghore ki peechari se bacho. Mutlab bar bar boss ke saamne jake ya logon ke around jaake oversmart na bano. Either boss will dislike you aur people will start throwing you down from their back. Professional world main kamyabi ka ye asool yaad rakho. Keep low level. Don't make waves. Avoid gossips. Just finish and fulfill your responsibility".
Jo sabaq hum hard way sikhte hain, Aftab Khan ne asani se lahore se chalte kisi buzurg se sun ke saath bandh liya. Buzurgon ki hulki phulki kahawaton main hi zindagi ki dor bandhi hoti hai.
Aftab Khan shayed aaj bhi sulemani topi pehnta hoga !!
Aftab Khan bhi shayed sulemani topi pehnta tha !
Jub main ne America main residency shuru ki to Aftab Khan mera senior resident tha, magar shuru ke 2 ya 3 mahine main ne use dekha hi nahi tha sirf naam suna tha. Aftab Khan nazar nahi aata tha magar us ka zikar hur jaga hota tha. Pehli baar main ne Aftab Khan ko CT scan main aik patient ka code blue run kerte huwe dekha. Code blue ke baad us ne chief resident se koi baat ki aur phir aik mahina nazar nahi aaya. Aahista aahista mujh pe Aftab Khan ki khubian khulna shuru huin. Aftab ka taaluq lahore se tha aur us ka dil bhi lahori tha. Doston ka dost tha. Jub meri medical floor pe uske saath rotation hui aur main ne as a intern koi blunder ker diya to subha Aftab ne sara ilzam apne sir le liya magar allah ne use baat kerne ka aesa dhang diya tha ke kubhi koi attending us se naraz na huwa bulke program director ke chahiton main shamil tha !
Aik din main ne aftab se poocha, "tumhari is perfect PR (personal relationship) technique ka kiya raaz hai".
Us ne kaha: "Hamare punjab ki kahawat hai ke - maalik ki agari aur ghore ki peechari se bacho. Mutlab bar bar boss ke saamne jake ya logon ke around jaake oversmart na bano. Either boss will dislike you aur people will start throwing you down from their back. Professional world main kamyabi ka ye asool yaad rakho. Keep low level. Don't make waves. Avoid gossips. Just finish and fulfill your responsibility".
Jo sabaq hum hard way sikhte hain, Aftab Khan ne asani se lahore se chalte kisi buzurg se sun ke saath bandh liya. Buzurgon ki hulki phulki kahawaton main hi zindagi ki dor bandhi hoti hai.
Aftab Khan shayed aaj bhi sulemani topi pehnta hoga !!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Diary of 1987
Apne peechle post main, main ne jis diary ka zikar kiya tha - us ki kahani bhi sun lijye.
Jub aadmi jawani main qadam rakhta hai to samjhta hai ke,duniya ko badal sakta hai. Main medical college main naya naya daakhil huwa tha. Mohallae ke hum 5/6 doston ne jo professional colleges main the apne mohalle se aage kachhi basti main aik chota sa primary school shuru kiya. Aahista aahista purane log Pakistan chor ker america jaane lage magar naye log aate gaye (woh bachhe jo is school se paas hote, hamare saath lug jaate aur karwan barhta jaata). Qanoon ye tha ke sub se senior aadmi ko administrator ya headmaster bana dete. Jub main school ka incharge bana to aik din mere paas, bilqis apa aain. Bilqis apa ko main pehle se jaanta tha. Woh hamare mohalle main rehti thin aur kisi aur school main parhati thin. Un ke mian ko depression ka shadeed marz tha (Pakistan main psychological bimarian bohut ziyada hain aut ilaj ka koi ziyada intizam bhi nahi - it is still a taboo). Bilqis Apa ne kaha: "Mere ghar ka guzara muskil hota hai. Meri akele ki salary se 3 bachhon ko kese parhaun. Apni 2 Lurkion ko kachhi basti tuk bhejne ka dil nahi maanta magar mere bete ko agar aap apne school main parha dain to mera bojh hulka ho jaaye ga". Main ne kaha, "koi baat nahi hai, hamara school to hai hi free aur sub ke liye hai. Aap asif (un ke bete ka naam) ko hamare paas bhej dain". Asif turned out to be an extremely smart kid. Aur phir ghar pe bhi taalim ka intizam tha.
Phir main America aa gaya. Peeche se maalum huwa ke Bilqis apa ko visa mil gaya aur woh akele hi america aa gain. Kubhi kubhi amma se pata lugta unka. Dono bachhion ki shadian ker di. Shohar ka bhi ilaj kerwana shuru kiya aur asif bhi parhai main aage jaate jaate university main paunch gaya. Bus gum yahi tha ke Bilqis apa bachhon se aur bachhe maa se dur rahe. Bilqis apa ne baap ki zimedari bhi nibah di.
2 baras pehle main Pakistan gaya to socha school dekh aaun. School ab metric tuk ho gaya tha. Imarat bhi khubsurat bun gai hai. Glasses se bana khubsurat sa office hai. Jo poda hum ne 20/25 baras pehle lagaya tha woh ab tanawar darkhat bun chuka tha. Main school ki office gaya to saare log badal gaye the magar office ke peon baba wahi the. Unhon ne mujhe pechan liye. Kehne lage achha huwa aap aa gaye. Aap ki aik amanat kub se pari hai. Mujhe to kuch yaad na aaya. Kahin se gatte ka aik box le aaye. Bole: "Aap america jaate huwe ye kuch cheezain chor gaye the. Aap ke baad main ne Madad Ali babu se poocha kiya karun to bole kahin rukh do, aain ge to de dain ge. Aap ne to barson laga diye, ab apni amanat rakhain". Main ne dabba khola to mere aansun bhar aaye. Ander mere Reebok ke woh shoes the jo main ne paisa paisa jor ke khareeda tha. Meri diary thi jis main, main kubhi kubhi kuch likh ke dil hulka ker leta tha (jese Karachi wali nazam). Sure Yaseen ki woh kitab, diary ke ander thi jo kisi student ne mujhe gift di thi. Aur sone ki woh choti si anghuti jo meri saatwin (7th) saalgirah pe amma ne mujhe di. Allah jaane main kiun school le gaya tha aur phir wahin kisi daraz main reh gai. Aur kuch puaarane kagaz, ballpens, purani tasveeerain, aik do chasme wagera nikle. Main har cheez ko dekhta aur har cheez se yaadon ka aik toofan jura tha.
Main ne diary aur sure yassen ke ilawa saari cheezain peon baba ko de din ke zaaya ker dain ya rukh lain. Unhon ne anghuti lene se inkaar ker diya. Main ne kaha, school ke fund main jama kara dain. Bahir aaya to aik khubsurat se naujawan ne mujhe dekha, salam kiya. Main to na pechana magar usne kaha."Sir, main asif hun. Bilqis apa ka beta"..
"Arey !, mashallah, jawan ho gaye ho. Kiya kerte ho".
Us ne jawab diya: "Sir! university main genetics main M.Sc ker raha hun".
"Achha ! Pakistan main iska scope hai ? Genetics choose kerne se pehle tum ne job market to dekhi hogi"
Asif ne kaha: "Nahi sir bus jaanna chahta hum, hamare ander ye sub kuch kahan se aata hai aur kahan jaata hai". Main chonk giya. Main ne kaha: "Samjhdar ho gaye ho". Mai ne use Banu Qudsiya ki "Raja Gidh" parhne ka mashwara diya.
Phir asif ne aahista se poocha: "Sir ! america main ammi mili kubhi aap ko. Kesi hain woh?. Bohut yaad aati hai".
Main ne kaha: "Mujh se to mulaqat nahi hui kubhi".
Main apna contact de ker wahan se chal para. Mere aansu ke band tootne waale the. Main sochta raha: "Insaan kisi bhi umar ka ho, ma ki zaroorat hamesah rehti hai". Mujhe amma ki di hui anghuti yaad aa gai, magar ab peon baba se kese wapas maangta. Diary aur sure yassen aaj bhi mere paas hai.
Yahi woh diary thi jis se main ne Karachi wali nazam naqal ki magar us diary ke hur safhe se jhuri yaadain yaad aati hain !!
(Listen this beautiful song )
Jub aadmi jawani main qadam rakhta hai to samjhta hai ke,duniya ko badal sakta hai. Main medical college main naya naya daakhil huwa tha. Mohallae ke hum 5/6 doston ne jo professional colleges main the apne mohalle se aage kachhi basti main aik chota sa primary school shuru kiya. Aahista aahista purane log Pakistan chor ker america jaane lage magar naye log aate gaye (woh bachhe jo is school se paas hote, hamare saath lug jaate aur karwan barhta jaata). Qanoon ye tha ke sub se senior aadmi ko administrator ya headmaster bana dete. Jub main school ka incharge bana to aik din mere paas, bilqis apa aain. Bilqis apa ko main pehle se jaanta tha. Woh hamare mohalle main rehti thin aur kisi aur school main parhati thin. Un ke mian ko depression ka shadeed marz tha (Pakistan main psychological bimarian bohut ziyada hain aut ilaj ka koi ziyada intizam bhi nahi - it is still a taboo). Bilqis Apa ne kaha: "Mere ghar ka guzara muskil hota hai. Meri akele ki salary se 3 bachhon ko kese parhaun. Apni 2 Lurkion ko kachhi basti tuk bhejne ka dil nahi maanta magar mere bete ko agar aap apne school main parha dain to mera bojh hulka ho jaaye ga". Main ne kaha, "koi baat nahi hai, hamara school to hai hi free aur sub ke liye hai. Aap asif (un ke bete ka naam) ko hamare paas bhej dain". Asif turned out to be an extremely smart kid. Aur phir ghar pe bhi taalim ka intizam tha.
Phir main America aa gaya. Peeche se maalum huwa ke Bilqis apa ko visa mil gaya aur woh akele hi america aa gain. Kubhi kubhi amma se pata lugta unka. Dono bachhion ki shadian ker di. Shohar ka bhi ilaj kerwana shuru kiya aur asif bhi parhai main aage jaate jaate university main paunch gaya. Bus gum yahi tha ke Bilqis apa bachhon se aur bachhe maa se dur rahe. Bilqis apa ne baap ki zimedari bhi nibah di.
2 baras pehle main Pakistan gaya to socha school dekh aaun. School ab metric tuk ho gaya tha. Imarat bhi khubsurat bun gai hai. Glasses se bana khubsurat sa office hai. Jo poda hum ne 20/25 baras pehle lagaya tha woh ab tanawar darkhat bun chuka tha. Main school ki office gaya to saare log badal gaye the magar office ke peon baba wahi the. Unhon ne mujhe pechan liye. Kehne lage achha huwa aap aa gaye. Aap ki aik amanat kub se pari hai. Mujhe to kuch yaad na aaya. Kahin se gatte ka aik box le aaye. Bole: "Aap america jaate huwe ye kuch cheezain chor gaye the. Aap ke baad main ne Madad Ali babu se poocha kiya karun to bole kahin rukh do, aain ge to de dain ge. Aap ne to barson laga diye, ab apni amanat rakhain". Main ne dabba khola to mere aansun bhar aaye. Ander mere Reebok ke woh shoes the jo main ne paisa paisa jor ke khareeda tha. Meri diary thi jis main, main kubhi kubhi kuch likh ke dil hulka ker leta tha (jese Karachi wali nazam). Sure Yaseen ki woh kitab, diary ke ander thi jo kisi student ne mujhe gift di thi. Aur sone ki woh choti si anghuti jo meri saatwin (7th) saalgirah pe amma ne mujhe di. Allah jaane main kiun school le gaya tha aur phir wahin kisi daraz main reh gai. Aur kuch puaarane kagaz, ballpens, purani tasveeerain, aik do chasme wagera nikle. Main har cheez ko dekhta aur har cheez se yaadon ka aik toofan jura tha.
Main ne diary aur sure yassen ke ilawa saari cheezain peon baba ko de din ke zaaya ker dain ya rukh lain. Unhon ne anghuti lene se inkaar ker diya. Main ne kaha, school ke fund main jama kara dain. Bahir aaya to aik khubsurat se naujawan ne mujhe dekha, salam kiya. Main to na pechana magar usne kaha."Sir, main asif hun. Bilqis apa ka beta"..
"Arey !, mashallah, jawan ho gaye ho. Kiya kerte ho".
Us ne jawab diya: "Sir! university main genetics main M.Sc ker raha hun".
"Achha ! Pakistan main iska scope hai ? Genetics choose kerne se pehle tum ne job market to dekhi hogi"
Asif ne kaha: "Nahi sir bus jaanna chahta hum, hamare ander ye sub kuch kahan se aata hai aur kahan jaata hai". Main chonk giya. Main ne kaha: "Samjhdar ho gaye ho". Mai ne use Banu Qudsiya ki "Raja Gidh" parhne ka mashwara diya.
Phir asif ne aahista se poocha: "Sir ! america main ammi mili kubhi aap ko. Kesi hain woh?. Bohut yaad aati hai".
Main ne kaha: "Mujh se to mulaqat nahi hui kubhi".
Main apna contact de ker wahan se chal para. Mere aansu ke band tootne waale the. Main sochta raha: "Insaan kisi bhi umar ka ho, ma ki zaroorat hamesah rehti hai". Mujhe amma ki di hui anghuti yaad aa gai, magar ab peon baba se kese wapas maangta. Diary aur sure yassen aaj bhi mere paas hai.
Yahi woh diary thi jis se main ne Karachi wali nazam naqal ki magar us diary ke hur safhe se jhuri yaadain yaad aati hain !!
(Listen this beautiful song )
Karachi
(Ye nazam main ne 20 baras pehle likhi thi magar 12 may ko karachi main jo kuch huwa aur jub main ne raza rumi ki nazam parhi - it made me pull my diary and read this poem again. It was written as perody of Maulana Altaf Hussain Hali's Musaddase Mad-o-jazar Islam )
Karachi jis ka charcha hai ye kuch woh kiya hai
Pakistan se alag aik jungle-numa hai
fasanon se bharpur jis ki qabaa hai
na khaufe saza hai, na zoqe wafa hai
sabar o thammul ka is per para hai na saaya
sultane-jamhoor ka yaan qadam tuk na aaya
na police na deegar hain aese zameer perwar
Alif laila agar phir paida hon Iqbal aur Johar
na kuch aese intizam hain yahan mayassar
mujrim jis se pakre jaayain sub ke barabar
na bijli hai, nalkon main paida na paani
faqat load shedding pe hai zindagani
kaam hamare jitne hain sub rishwatana
hur aik loot aur maar main yagana
curfew main kutta hai hamara zamana
Nahi hai koi firing ka tazyaana
hum hain qatal-o-garat main chalak aese
dareende hon jungle main be-baak jese
kahin pehle jhanda lagane pe jhagra
kahin aage jalsa barhane pe jhagra
lub-e-shugal kahin banner lagane pe jhagra
kahin mini bus ke jalne jalane pe jhagra
yunhi roz laraii hai be-khauf hum main
yunhi roz chalti hai kalashnikov hum main
pathrao hamari din raat ki dil-lagi hai
pistol hamari ghutti main goya pari hai
sifarish hai, zalalat hai, begaangi hai
garz hur tarah hum main jahalat bhari hai
bahut khun ki hum ne bahai hai nadyan
kub nekiun pe chaii chatain gi ye badian
Karachi jis ka charcha hai ye kuch woh kiya hai
Pakistan se alag aik jungle-numa hai
fasanon se bharpur jis ki qabaa hai
na khaufe saza hai, na zoqe wafa hai
sabar o thammul ka is per para hai na saaya
sultane-jamhoor ka yaan qadam tuk na aaya
na police na deegar hain aese zameer perwar
Alif laila agar phir paida hon Iqbal aur Johar
na kuch aese intizam hain yahan mayassar
mujrim jis se pakre jaayain sub ke barabar
na bijli hai, nalkon main paida na paani
faqat load shedding pe hai zindagani
kaam hamare jitne hain sub rishwatana
hur aik loot aur maar main yagana
curfew main kutta hai hamara zamana
Nahi hai koi firing ka tazyaana
hum hain qatal-o-garat main chalak aese
dareende hon jungle main be-baak jese
kahin pehle jhanda lagane pe jhagra
kahin aage jalsa barhane pe jhagra
lub-e-shugal kahin banner lagane pe jhagra
kahin mini bus ke jalne jalane pe jhagra
yunhi roz laraii hai be-khauf hum main
yunhi roz chalti hai kalashnikov hum main
pathrao hamari din raat ki dil-lagi hai
pistol hamari ghutti main goya pari hai
sifarish hai, zalalat hai, begaangi hai
garz hur tarah hum main jahalat bhari hai
bahut khun ki hum ne bahai hai nadyan
kub nekiun pe chaii chatain gi ye badian
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Difficult Woman
Agar aap log ye blog parhte rahe hain to shayed aap logon ko yaad ho ke main ne apne cousin aur dost Aga ki kahani likhi thi....To jub main Aga se milne ab ki baar florida gaya to Aga ne kaha: "Aaj ki sham yaadgar banai jaaye gi. Pehle 'dirty martini' ke saath steak khain ge, phir film dekhain ge, us ke baad night club main sharab-o-shabab hoga aur phir ghar aake hukke, pakistani chai aur lata ji ke gaane sunte huwe raat der tuk khub gup-shap lage gi"....
Aga ki jahan main ne bohut si batain likhi thi, us main aik baat reh gai thi ke apni mohabbat main nakami ke baad 'as a reaction' woh bohut bara playboy bun gaya (jo adat ab qadre dafa ho chuki hai). America main basne waali shayed hi koi qaumiat ki aesi lurki hogi, jis ka Aga ko tajarba na raha ho. Main ne Aga se poocha: "Tumhe duniya ki hur mazhab, nasal aur qaum ki lurki ka tajarba hai. Tumhe sub se ziyada kaunsi lurki handle kerna mushkil lagi ya kaunsi lurki aaj bhi tumhe dhoka de sakti hai - smart, khubsurat, intellectual, academic, professional, hijabi, gheralu, desi, hispanic, white, kaali, gori, hindu, chapti, angry, shy, bold ya koi aur ? "
Aga ne apni 'dirty martini' se aik bara sip liya, kuch der sochta raha aur phir bola - "Aurat pe habit, habitat, rang, nasal, mazhab aur taalim ka sirf rang choona hota hai. At the bottom, all women are same. At the end, main ne har aurat ko aik jesa hi paaya magar aaj bhi aesi aurat se durta hun jo cunning aur deceiving ho. Insaan har tarah ki aurat ko handle ker sakta hai magar agar aurat makkari pe utar aaye to mard ka sara ilm aur tajarba bhi uske aage par nahi maar sakta" !
Aga ki jahan main ne bohut si batain likhi thi, us main aik baat reh gai thi ke apni mohabbat main nakami ke baad 'as a reaction' woh bohut bara playboy bun gaya (jo adat ab qadre dafa ho chuki hai). America main basne waali shayed hi koi qaumiat ki aesi lurki hogi, jis ka Aga ko tajarba na raha ho. Main ne Aga se poocha: "Tumhe duniya ki hur mazhab, nasal aur qaum ki lurki ka tajarba hai. Tumhe sub se ziyada kaunsi lurki handle kerna mushkil lagi ya kaunsi lurki aaj bhi tumhe dhoka de sakti hai - smart, khubsurat, intellectual, academic, professional, hijabi, gheralu, desi, hispanic, white, kaali, gori, hindu, chapti, angry, shy, bold ya koi aur ? "
Aga ne apni 'dirty martini' se aik bara sip liya, kuch der sochta raha aur phir bola - "Aurat pe habit, habitat, rang, nasal, mazhab aur taalim ka sirf rang choona hota hai. At the bottom, all women are same. At the end, main ne har aurat ko aik jesa hi paaya magar aaj bhi aesi aurat se durta hun jo cunning aur deceiving ho. Insaan har tarah ki aurat ko handle ker sakta hai magar agar aurat makkari pe utar aaye to mard ka sara ilm aur tajarba bhi uske aage par nahi maar sakta" !
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Cheezain
"Khoi hui cheezon ka gum nahi kerte aur unhe dhundhe main ziyada waqt nahi lagate. Jo cheezain aape-hi-aap kho jaati hain, woh aape-hi-aap mil bhi jaati hain - aur agar nahi milti to nayi cheezain unki jaga le leti hain"
Friday, May 11, 2007
Gur
Aaj main tumhe ameer (rich) banne ka gur batata hun !
"Kubhi kisi ko diye huwe paise wapas na maango" !
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Shabana
Kuch logon main bala ka "sense of humor" hota hai. Main jub Karachi main house job ker raha tha to mere saath aik bohut hi zinda dil lurki kaam kerti thi, Dr. Shabana. Shabana un lurkion main se thi jis se kai lurke shaadi kerna chahte hain aur kai mardon ko Shabana jesi lurki se shadi na hone ka kafi sara afsos kafi arse tuk rehta hai !!
Shabana ziyada tur raat ki shift kerti thi. Aik din main ne us se kaha, "ye achha hai, tumhara naam bhi shabana hai aur tum kaam bhi raat ko kerti ho". Hasne lagi. Usne apne walkman ka headphone utara (us zamane main i-pod ijaad nahi huwa tha) aur kehne lagi, "dekho main kiya sun rahi hun". Main ne uska headphone apne kaanoN se lagaya to madam noorjahan ga rahi thiN:
Mere soz main tabassum, meri aah main tarannum
Main chirage shame gum hun, mera naam hai Shabana
Meri zindagi hai nagma, meri zindagi tarana
Main sadaye zindagi hun, mujhe dhundh le zamana
(There is a smile in my sorrow, and there's a tune in my scream
I am the candle for melancholic dusk, And my name is belonging to night
My life is a song, My life is a poem
I am the echoing of life, let people to pursuit me)
(You can watch video of this pakistanie oldie here )
Shabana ziyada tur raat ki shift kerti thi. Aik din main ne us se kaha, "ye achha hai, tumhara naam bhi shabana hai aur tum kaam bhi raat ko kerti ho". Hasne lagi. Usne apne walkman ka headphone utara (us zamane main i-pod ijaad nahi huwa tha) aur kehne lagi, "dekho main kiya sun rahi hun". Main ne uska headphone apne kaanoN se lagaya to madam noorjahan ga rahi thiN:
Mere soz main tabassum, meri aah main tarannum
Main chirage shame gum hun, mera naam hai Shabana
Meri zindagi hai nagma, meri zindagi tarana
Main sadaye zindagi hun, mujhe dhundh le zamana
(There is a smile in my sorrow, and there's a tune in my scream
I am the candle for melancholic dusk, And my name is belonging to night
My life is a song, My life is a poem
I am the echoing of life, let people to pursuit me)
(You can watch video of this pakistanie oldie here )
Friday, May 04, 2007
Key to happiness
The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems, but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Samjhaute ki chadar
Sometime we get 'connected' to someone upto the level where we share all very personal things with him or her. Its just a matter of trust. Thats how I and Jim were connected. One monday morning when I saw Jim in breakroom, he appeared little upset. I asked:
"What's going on man? You don't seem right. Is everyhthing ok? How was your trip to see your daughter".
Jim has one daughter who went to college last year somewhere in california. He and his wife use to make frequent trips to see her.
"It was not a great trip but made it easy fo me to decide to have divorce after 20 years and start a new life".
I knew Jim had a bad marriage, marked by frequent fights. He and his wife were very incompatible by nature. The only reason he stayed in marriage as he was afraid of loosing his daughter and more than that he never wanted her to have psychological trauma of broken home and vistation fights but things get skewed once she found her way out to college.
"Is everything ok?" I asked again.
"On last day, as we were walking down the college's hill towards parking lot, I again plead my daughter to get in college somewhere here in our state so we can see her more often. Between all this, I was having a fight on a trivial issue with my wife about who will drive our new SUV. Yes ! when you have a bad marriage you fight like kids. Our daughter was listening to our conversation. As we reached near car I threw keys on car which irritated my wife. As I kissed my daughter on her forehead and asked her again to move back home, she said: "Daddy I don't want to hurt you but truely speaking I miss mummy more but she wanted me to stay here". My wife teased me saying: "She is always mummy's girl. She loves mummy more. She will do as mummy says". I was hurted for a while. I gave my life for her and it was hard to listen this. But you know, parents love kids unconditionally. I kissed her again on forehead and said, "Do what you think is right for you". ...I found keys of SUV beneath the car and hand it over to my wife, who graciously went to driving seat. When you have bad marriage, be on driving seat is like, I am the boss or I won the argument or I am in command. As we entered city..it was again endless and mindless game of arguments, fights etc"
I just shook my head. Jim was the classic example of compromised marriage. Compromised marriage is like an exit of american highways which many times have no quick U turn. I recalled poem of Zehra Nigah. (translation taken from Raza Rumi's blog )
Mulayam garm samjhaute ki chadar
Yeh chadar mein ne barson mein buni hai
Kahin bhi sach ke gul boote nahi hai
Kissi bhi jhooth ka taanka nahin hai
Issi se main bhi tan dhak loongi apna
Issi se tum bhi aasooda rahoge
Na khush hoge, na pashmarda hoge
(Warm and soft this blanket
Of compromise has taken me years to weave
Not a single flower of truth embellishes it
Not a single false stitch betrays it
It will do to cover my body though
And it will bring comfort too,
If not joy, nor sadness to you)
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