Meri umer koi 5 baras ya usse bhi kum rahi hogi. Aik din Abbu apne dost se milne ja rahe the ke mujhe bhi saath le gaye. Abbu ke dost PIA main pilot the. Unki flight ka time ho raha tha. Ye woh zamana tha jub terminal se jahaz tuk walking tubes nahi hoti thin bulke chal ker ya bus main jahaz tuk jana parta tha aur phir 'stairs' se jahaz main charhna parhta tha. Hum abbu ke dost aur unke crew ke saath jahaz ki taraf walk kerne lage. Sufed wardi (white uniform), uspe lage badge, pilots wali neeli topi (blue hat), runway ke bare bare mazboot concrete - in sub ka mujh pe kuch aesa asar huwa ke main ne soch liya - bara ho ker pilot banun ga. Magar jub satween jamat (7th grade) main tha to kisi ne keh diya: "Tum pilot kese bun sakte ho, tum to chashme lagate ho". Woh khawish wahin dum tor gai magar andar sulagti chingari hamesah jalti rahi.
Jub America aane ke liye main pehli baar jahaz main bethne ke liye Karachi ke purane airport se bus main load huwa to aik dum se bachpun ka woh nazara saamne aa gaya. Uske baad main ne najaane sekron (hundreds) baar jahaz ka safar kiya hoga magar aaj bhi jub airport pe kisi pilot ya takeoff kerte huwe concrete ke mazboot runways pe nazar parti hai to andar chupi chingari phir bharak uthti hai.
Main ne kubhi iski koshish nahi ki (ya shayed gair-iradi tor per aesa huwa ho) magar mere bete ki umer koi 3 baras rahi hogi, tub se use jahazon ke models jama kerne, unki videos dekhne aur unki kitabain parhne ka junoon ki had tuk shoq hai. Woh urte jahaz ko dekh ker bata sakta hai ke aaya ye Cesna hai, Mcdonell Douglas hai ya Airbus. NASA ke shuttles ke takeoff ki commentaries use zubani yaad hai. Mere ghar main aap sofe pe bethain ge to neeche se jahaz baramad hoga. Ab uske sawalon ke jawab mere paas nahi hote.
Sochta hun - kiya dabi khuwasihat bhi genes se 'transmit' ho jaati hain?
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