"Karma's a Bitch!"
"Yup! And you can't even f*** her"
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
7 khun Maaf
Omkara creator Vishal Bhardawaj's new bollywood movie '7 Khun Maaf' is sure to get flop at box office but I think its a very creative art movie based on Ruskin Bond's short story Susanna's Seven Husbands. Its a heavy complicated flick. No wonder by the time movie ended, I was the only person left there. Apparently it seems like a stupid plot, even to think that a women marries 7 times and kill 6 of her husbands. (I will not write whom she married 7th time to save surprise for you - and who is the 7th person who get killed) but actually husbands represent different dark sides of men!
Theme of the movie revolves around the psychology of a woman who confusedly look for love in men via masculinity (army major/insecure-abusive), fame (singer/druggy), slick talking (poet/sexually sick), grace (political figure/cheater), power (government official/blackmailer) or healing touch (spiritualist/greedy). But what woman actually craves across religions, cultures and countries is a simple trust! - as portrayed in movie via her pet snakes!
Said that, now in the background you have to remember 2 things. First, this woman lost her ideal man - her father - very early in life. And it portrays the effect of father figure on woman's psych and on her pursuit of a good man. Second, this is a woman who reacts with extreme if her trust is broken as portrayed by a small story about her. As a child, she had the option of two similar roads that go to her school. She always takes the same street. But once a rabid dog tried to stop her, rather than changing her road, she kills the dog!
As far as movie is concerned - it has been done well in terms of dialogue, photography, pace, climax, music and lyrics (Gulzar). Priyanka Chopra fits so well and first time I felt Irfan Khan is a better actor than Nasiruddin Shah. Irfan Khan played a sadist poet who drives sexual pleasure by inflicting sodomy and pain and he did his part with so much control and precision that - aik lamhe ke liye aap ke bhi rongtte khare ho jaayain!
If you are a serious movie watcher don't miss it.
Theme of the movie revolves around the psychology of a woman who confusedly look for love in men via masculinity (army major/insecure-abusive), fame (singer/druggy), slick talking (poet/sexually sick), grace (political figure/cheater), power (government official/blackmailer) or healing touch (spiritualist/greedy). But what woman actually craves across religions, cultures and countries is a simple trust! - as portrayed in movie via her pet snakes!
Said that, now in the background you have to remember 2 things. First, this woman lost her ideal man - her father - very early in life. And it portrays the effect of father figure on woman's psych and on her pursuit of a good man. Second, this is a woman who reacts with extreme if her trust is broken as portrayed by a small story about her. As a child, she had the option of two similar roads that go to her school. She always takes the same street. But once a rabid dog tried to stop her, rather than changing her road, she kills the dog!
As far as movie is concerned - it has been done well in terms of dialogue, photography, pace, climax, music and lyrics (Gulzar). Priyanka Chopra fits so well and first time I felt Irfan Khan is a better actor than Nasiruddin Shah. Irfan Khan played a sadist poet who drives sexual pleasure by inflicting sodomy and pain and he did his part with so much control and precision that - aik lamhe ke liye aap ke bhi rongtte khare ho jaayain!
If you are a serious movie watcher don't miss it.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Shawshank Redemption - making OJ from lemons
Somebody posted this quote on facebook: "When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and leave the world wondering how the hell you did it" (Anonymous, I guess)
This is such an important art in life as how to turn the tides. Thousands of pages can be written on this and like all humans I have been in those situations too. But what always remained stuck to my brain and this quote reminded me, one of the all time Hollywood classic: "The Shawshank Redemption" (here). I don't have to write review of this movie as so much written on it. I never met a single soul who has not liked this movie. Theme of the movie is very simple that: "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." or as better described by someone as - "how characters can be free, even in prison, or unfree, even in freedom, based on one's outlook in life" Or as 'Red' says in the movie: "some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright"!
Tim Robbins will always be remembered for playing "Andy", a professional banker who gets falsely convicted of murdering his wife and her lover but with keeping hope alive, f***ing guards and warden brains, patience and good friendships finds his way out from one of the most notorious prison of country with 370,000 dollars in pocket! (and revenge too).
This is such an important art in life as how to turn the tides. Thousands of pages can be written on this and like all humans I have been in those situations too. But what always remained stuck to my brain and this quote reminded me, one of the all time Hollywood classic: "The Shawshank Redemption" (here). I don't have to write review of this movie as so much written on it. I never met a single soul who has not liked this movie. Theme of the movie is very simple that: "Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." or as better described by someone as - "how characters can be free, even in prison, or unfree, even in freedom, based on one's outlook in life" Or as 'Red' says in the movie: "some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright"!
Tim Robbins will always be remembered for playing "Andy", a professional banker who gets falsely convicted of murdering his wife and her lover but with keeping hope alive, f***ing guards and warden brains, patience and good friendships finds his way out from one of the most notorious prison of country with 370,000 dollars in pocket! (and revenge too).
Friday, March 25, 2011
On Architecture
"We shape our buildings, and afterwards our buildings shape us." ~ Winston Churchill
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Emotional drain and Sulah-e-Hudaibiyah
"Why you paid so much to get out of your business deal. It was ridiculous and stupid for you to do an out-of-court settlement. You would have surely done better with a court decision".
"Looking back, yes, you are right, but I was emotionally sooooo drained. I know I was right and would have won in court, but I just could not take it anymore. I was confused about what to do. One day to relieve my stress, I went to 'Barnes and Noble' .....And I randomly picked a book on Islamic history. I am not a very Muslim person and have reservations about Islam. In any case, I randomly start reading the chapter on "sulah e hudaibiyah." It was an eye-opener. Mohammad's people were sure to win that battle. Everyone put voted to fight and go to war. It is said that his most trusted men, Ali and Umar, were not happy with the settlement idea either. The book says this was the only time they were against the prophet's wishes in history. But Mohammad felt the emotional upheaval and drain on his side, and he did not want a 'win' at the cost of an emotional storm amid anger and a mindset of revenge and ego. He went for settlement which was perceived as giving up. But Allah labeled it "Fateh Mubin," Later, history knows how Mecca fell to Mohammad without a drop of blood. Emotional calm was a better choice than apparent loss. Do I make sense to you?"
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Monday, March 21, 2011
Navroz
"Kiya saari zindagi ka hasil bus yahi aik sabaq hai"
"Baba lokaN! Baat to bohat sidhi hai ke sach ke raste pe chal magar is se bara koi amal nahi, koi maujiza nahi. Aik umar bhi kum hai. Apne raaste pe nazar rakh aur chup chap chala chal. Aas paas - khandan, dostoN, khel tamashoN ka - bara mela laga hai baba lokaN - magar sachhai ka noor isi andhere ki bheer se guzar ke chamkta hai. Bus aik lakeer hai. Ye tere man chale ka sauda hai ke idhar hoja ya bus udhar reh aur bheer main gum hoja."
(Adapted from Ashfaq Ahmad's - Man chale ka sauda)
"Baba lokaN! Baat to bohat sidhi hai ke sach ke raste pe chal magar is se bara koi amal nahi, koi maujiza nahi. Aik umar bhi kum hai. Apne raaste pe nazar rakh aur chup chap chala chal. Aas paas - khandan, dostoN, khel tamashoN ka - bara mela laga hai baba lokaN - magar sachhai ka noor isi andhere ki bheer se guzar ke chamkta hai. Bus aik lakeer hai. Ye tere man chale ka sauda hai ke idhar hoja ya bus udhar reh aur bheer main gum hoja."
(Adapted from Ashfaq Ahmad's - Man chale ka sauda)
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Aik aur Khawab - and Fortune Cookie
So I guess I didn't learned my lesson from previous incident ( last post) as I was suppose to and continued my sinful journey.
Jub parson shaam main apni 'resha-dewanioN' ke baad ghar wapas aaya to aik taraf khud pe ghin aa rahi thi ke - 'Babu ye kiya kaam kiya?' - to dusri taraf neend ka zahan pe poori tarah galba tha. Khawab main kiya dekhta hun ke - main pahari ilaqon main gaari dora raha hun - aur phir aik charhaii pe aake meri gaari phans jaati hai. Main poora zor lagata hun ke gaari aage barhe magar siwaye engine ki awaz ke kuch nahi hota - aur phir aik dum ghup andhera cha jaata hai - na koi awaz na kuch - bus qabar ki gharioN se ameeq khamosh andhera. Aesi khamoshi jis main sab kuch tham giya ho. Na to gaari ulatti hai aur na kuch sujhai deta hai - bus aik kaali raat se ziyada kaala andhera. Main kehta hun "Oh, God!" aur haat aage barha ke gaari ke ignition ko tatol ke chabi ghumata hun. Gaari chal parhti hai aur andhera gaaib ho jaata hai!
Us andhere ki dhashat is qadar thi ke main aadhi raat ko uth betha.
Subah uth ke apne Allah se phir muaafi maangi. Dil ko qarar tha ke - Rab bara karim hai. Socha bus ab 'van-vaas' lo aur chale chalo.
In the evening I went to a Chinese restaurant- and let me tell you I have superstition of believing in fortune cookies. Strangely after food they didn't bring my fortune cookie which I always look for. I asked for it. Waitress smiled and brought my fortune cookie. It said: "Don't forget, you are always on our minds"!
Jub tuk poori tarah toba na ker lun ye saale mere Munkir Nakir meri jaan nahi chorain ge!
Jub parson shaam main apni 'resha-dewanioN' ke baad ghar wapas aaya to aik taraf khud pe ghin aa rahi thi ke - 'Babu ye kiya kaam kiya?' - to dusri taraf neend ka zahan pe poori tarah galba tha. Khawab main kiya dekhta hun ke - main pahari ilaqon main gaari dora raha hun - aur phir aik charhaii pe aake meri gaari phans jaati hai. Main poora zor lagata hun ke gaari aage barhe magar siwaye engine ki awaz ke kuch nahi hota - aur phir aik dum ghup andhera cha jaata hai - na koi awaz na kuch - bus qabar ki gharioN se ameeq khamosh andhera. Aesi khamoshi jis main sab kuch tham giya ho. Na to gaari ulatti hai aur na kuch sujhai deta hai - bus aik kaali raat se ziyada kaala andhera. Main kehta hun "Oh, God!" aur haat aage barha ke gaari ke ignition ko tatol ke chabi ghumata hun. Gaari chal parhti hai aur andhera gaaib ho jaata hai!
Us andhere ki dhashat is qadar thi ke main aadhi raat ko uth betha.
Subah uth ke apne Allah se phir muaafi maangi. Dil ko qarar tha ke - Rab bara karim hai. Socha bus ab 'van-vaas' lo aur chale chalo.
In the evening I went to a Chinese restaurant- and let me tell you I have superstition of believing in fortune cookies. Strangely after food they didn't bring my fortune cookie which I always look for. I asked for it. Waitress smiled and brought my fortune cookie. It said: "Don't forget, you are always on our minds"!
Jub tuk poori tarah toba na ker lun ye saale mere Munkir Nakir meri jaan nahi chorain ge!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Woh 2 Khawab
(A true incident from my life when one fine morning we exchanged our dreams. It took a while for me to connect the dots - and without any exaggeration).
Tum mujh se aksar poochti ho na ke: "kiya yeh sach hai ke insaanoN ko sachhe khawab aate hain?"
Tumhe yaad hai us raat tum aur main akele the. Hame koi nahi dekh raha tha siwaye hamare apne rab ke. Main azal ka - zaat ka - kamina kambakht mara - tumhare saath hum-bistar hona chahta tha. Tumhare dil main bhi shewani (lustful) khawishoN ka aik samandar thaaiN thaaiN maar raha tha. Hum dono ko rokne wala koi nahi tha magar tum ne apne Allah ko yaad kiya aur mujhe dusre kamre main bhej diya. Kiya us raat tumhe ye khawab nahi aaya tha ke tum Hajj ki saadat ko ja rahi ho aur apna hijab dhundh rahi ho? Tumhare amal ka tumhare Allah ki taraf se ye jawab tha. Tum ne khud ko zina se roka aur apne Allah ke hadood ki paasdari ki to us ne ghar bethe Calgary ki sard raatoN main tumhe Hajj ke sawab ata ker diya!
Mera rab bara karim hai - woh apne bande ka koi amal jane nahi deta.
Aur usi raat yaad hai tumhe mera khawab!
"Main aik lambi kaali motor main sawar ho ker kisi taqreeb main paunchta hun. Wahan meri gaari ka darwaza khol ker mujeh nokar chakar 'red carpet welcome' dete hain (that red carpet is shaped like human vagina!). Magar mere dil main aik ajeeb khauf hai. Andar paunch ke pata lagta hai ke ye meri hi aakhri rasoomat ki taqreeb hai" - Is khawab se meri aankh khul gai thi. Ye mere Allah ki mujeh meri niyyat ki tambeeh thi magar mujh na-aqal main kub itni samjh thi ke ye sab samjh pata.
Tumhari duaoN mai bara asar hoga. Ab jub tum namaz ke liye betho to meri bhi magfirat maang lena!
Tum mujh se aksar poochti ho na ke: "kiya yeh sach hai ke insaanoN ko sachhe khawab aate hain?"
Tumhe yaad hai us raat tum aur main akele the. Hame koi nahi dekh raha tha siwaye hamare apne rab ke. Main azal ka - zaat ka - kamina kambakht mara - tumhare saath hum-bistar hona chahta tha. Tumhare dil main bhi shewani (lustful) khawishoN ka aik samandar thaaiN thaaiN maar raha tha. Hum dono ko rokne wala koi nahi tha magar tum ne apne Allah ko yaad kiya aur mujhe dusre kamre main bhej diya. Kiya us raat tumhe ye khawab nahi aaya tha ke tum Hajj ki saadat ko ja rahi ho aur apna hijab dhundh rahi ho? Tumhare amal ka tumhare Allah ki taraf se ye jawab tha. Tum ne khud ko zina se roka aur apne Allah ke hadood ki paasdari ki to us ne ghar bethe Calgary ki sard raatoN main tumhe Hajj ke sawab ata ker diya!
Mera rab bara karim hai - woh apne bande ka koi amal jane nahi deta.
Aur usi raat yaad hai tumhe mera khawab!
"Main aik lambi kaali motor main sawar ho ker kisi taqreeb main paunchta hun. Wahan meri gaari ka darwaza khol ker mujeh nokar chakar 'red carpet welcome' dete hain (that red carpet is shaped like human vagina!). Magar mere dil main aik ajeeb khauf hai. Andar paunch ke pata lagta hai ke ye meri hi aakhri rasoomat ki taqreeb hai" - Is khawab se meri aankh khul gai thi. Ye mere Allah ki mujeh meri niyyat ki tambeeh thi magar mujh na-aqal main kub itni samjh thi ke ye sab samjh pata.
Tumhari duaoN mai bara asar hoga. Ab jub tum namaz ke liye betho to meri bhi magfirat maang lena!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Life of Pi
I was recently introduced to this novel - "Life of Pi". This book has made a lot of waves since its publication in 2001 and it is said that previous attempts to make movie on this book have been failed but in 2012 it will be released as a movie casting Irfan Khan and Tabu.
Book is written by a Spain born Canadian author Yann Martel. I think its more like a mystical tale than a philosophical tale. Even the name of its central character Pi carries the mystical meaning. Pi is a one infinite constant numerical of a circle. It signifies that we are mortal immortal! As Ghalib said: Hota hai nihaN gird maiN sehra mere hote
Plot of the story revolves around a 16 year old south Indian boy Pi Patel. He is a son of a zookeeper and due to financial hardship his family decides to migrate to Canada. They make deal with various zoos in North America to sell their animals and are carrying with them in a Japanese vessel. Ship meets an accident and sinks in Pacific ocean leaving Pi Patel, a Zebra, a Hyena, a Bengal Tiger (named Richard Parker) and an orangutan in a lifeboat. While animals kill each other - Pi Patel is left with Richard Parker. Bulk of the book describes the interaction and survival of Pi Patel and Richard Parker.
This is to note that tiger has been named Richard Parker due to historical reason of names of victims who have been cannibalized during previous ships' castaway accounts.
Finally, they get rescued at one of Mexico's shore. Climax of the novel comes when Pi Patel tells another parallel story to Japanese officials who are investigating the reasons of ship wreck. It is the place where reader get completely taken over with surprise about the theme of book and reader realizes that he may have to read the whole book again.
The theme of the book is that - irrespective of any religion we all have our outer selves and our inner selves (which reminded me of Allama Iqbal's concept of Khudi). It is an art to survive with our wild wild carnivorous inner (tiger) and to live with it in a symbiotic relationship without killing each other till we find rescue from this ocean of life. Not only it is necessary to survive and live with our inner self but to learn the art to master this 450 pound Bengal tiger.
Other details provided in novel (juziaat) about survival and animals' instincts are worth reading. I am sure, you will like this book.
Book is written by a Spain born Canadian author Yann Martel. I think its more like a mystical tale than a philosophical tale. Even the name of its central character Pi carries the mystical meaning. Pi is a one infinite constant numerical of a circle. It signifies that we are mortal immortal! As Ghalib said: Hota hai nihaN gird maiN sehra mere hote
Plot of the story revolves around a 16 year old south Indian boy Pi Patel. He is a son of a zookeeper and due to financial hardship his family decides to migrate to Canada. They make deal with various zoos in North America to sell their animals and are carrying with them in a Japanese vessel. Ship meets an accident and sinks in Pacific ocean leaving Pi Patel, a Zebra, a Hyena, a Bengal Tiger (named Richard Parker) and an orangutan in a lifeboat. While animals kill each other - Pi Patel is left with Richard Parker. Bulk of the book describes the interaction and survival of Pi Patel and Richard Parker.
This is to note that tiger has been named Richard Parker due to historical reason of names of victims who have been cannibalized during previous ships' castaway accounts.
Finally, they get rescued at one of Mexico's shore. Climax of the novel comes when Pi Patel tells another parallel story to Japanese officials who are investigating the reasons of ship wreck. It is the place where reader get completely taken over with surprise about the theme of book and reader realizes that he may have to read the whole book again.
The theme of the book is that - irrespective of any religion we all have our outer selves and our inner selves (which reminded me of Allama Iqbal's concept of Khudi). It is an art to survive with our wild wild carnivorous inner (tiger) and to live with it in a symbiotic relationship without killing each other till we find rescue from this ocean of life. Not only it is necessary to survive and live with our inner self but to learn the art to master this 450 pound Bengal tiger.
Other details provided in novel (juziaat) about survival and animals' instincts are worth reading. I am sure, you will like this book.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Juwa! - Dr. Jamal ki Kahani
Dr. Jamal ne mujeh chothi jamat (4th grade) main tuition parhaya. Hamare hi mohalle main rehte the. Shuru se hi aik raub-o-dabdabe wali shakhsiyat thi unki. Jub un ka 'medical school' main dakhila huwa to unke walid ne bari mithayian taqseem ki. Hum subah school ke liye nikalte to Dr. Jamal aik garoor se khare hoke apni medical school ki bus ka intazar kiya kerte. Poore mohalle ko aehsas dilate ke ab woh 'dactar' banne ja rahe hain. Aur jis din woh 'dactar' bane - unke abba ne pehle se barh ke mithai banti. KhusroN ka khub raqs huwa, kaale baqron ka sadqa bata aur langar taqssem huwa. Unho ne civil hospital main 'house job' shuru ki. Saare mohalle ka muft ilaj kerte. Phir 'surgery ward' main RMO (Registered Medical Officer) ho gaye. Main ne kai logoN ki muft 'sargeriyaN' kerwai..Unki 'personality' main aik naya dabdaba aa gaya tha. Mujhe unka takkabur kubhi bura na laga bulke un pe piyar aata tha. Woh mujhe daantte to main hans deta. Zindagi ka phaiyya yunhi chalta raha. Main khud 'medical school' paunch gaya aur Allah hi janta hai haste khelte woh din bhi aa gaya jub MBBS ki degree hatoN main saj gai. Main America aane laga to mujeh bohat mana kerte rahe magar meri la-ubali tabiyat ko ghar wale na baandh sake, Dr. Jamal kiya rokte!
Jub kubhi Pakistan jata Dr. Jamal se mulaqat hoti. Unki practice khub chalti thi. Mujhe apni gaari driver de dete. Khub piyar se rakhte. Har sham kisi fancy restaurant main khana khilate.... Aur phir main ne Pakistan jana band ker diya. Dr. Jamal se bhi mulaqataiN khatam hui. Barson beet gaye.
Ye zindagi saali bari kutti cheez hai!
November 2008 ki sardiaN thiN. Main Toronto main kisi 'medical conference' main gaya huwa tha ke mere cell phone pe Dr. Jamal ka phone aaya. Keh rahe the bohat pareshan hun. Pakistan se raat-o-raat farar huwa hun, California main huN aur foran 2000 dollar ki zaroorat hai. Main ne intazam kerwa diya. Wapas paunch ke unse guftagu hui to Pata laga - 3 baras pehle unhe Juwa kehlne ka 'addiction' lag giya! (Ji! Pakistan ki elite society main sab kuch hota hai). Kehne lage harami juwarioN ne pehle khud jeetwa jeetwa ke ye marz barhaya aur jub adat pakki ho gayi to sab kuch loot liya! ye halaat huwe ke lakhon nahi, 2 karor rupe ke maqrooz ho gaye! Qarz-khuwaoN ne dhamkiaN dena shuru ki ke tumhari betioN ko utha ke le jaayaiN ge to biwi bachhoN ko kisi rishtedar ke ghar chupaya aur USA aa gaye...
Mujh se jo ban saka main ne kiya! Main ne unse khub muft kam kerwaaye the. Mera purana qarz tha! yahi soch ke main ne kisi desi clinic pe job kerwa di. H-1 visa ho gaya. Biwi bacche bhi America aa gaye. Unki begum ne koi odd job shuru ker di. BetiaN bhi yahan school main set ho gaiN. Jub aakhri dafa main Dr. Jamal se mila to unhoN ne kaha: "Allah ke fazal se jo khoya us se behtar halat hone lage hain!" Main ne kaha: "Sir! bus ab aahista aahista Pakistan main logoN ka qarz utar phenkiye. Aap ke liye residency to mumkin nahi magar part time surgical assistant ka course ker lijye. Inshallah Allah khair kare ga".....I thought this story had a happy ending.
Pechle hafte mujhe Dr. Jamal ka phone aaya ke: "I need 3000 dollars urgent!". Mera matha thanka. Main ne unki begum ko phone kiya to woh bilak bilak ke rone lagiN. UnhoN ne bataya - jese hi halat thore theek huwe hain - Dr. Jamal ne yahan casino ke chakkar kaatne shuru ker diye hain! Main chup raha. Mere voicemail pe Dr. Jamal ke kai messages hain!
Qudrat kub baar baar moqa deti hai?
Jub kubhi Pakistan jata Dr. Jamal se mulaqat hoti. Unki practice khub chalti thi. Mujhe apni gaari driver de dete. Khub piyar se rakhte. Har sham kisi fancy restaurant main khana khilate.... Aur phir main ne Pakistan jana band ker diya. Dr. Jamal se bhi mulaqataiN khatam hui. Barson beet gaye.
Ye zindagi saali bari kutti cheez hai!
November 2008 ki sardiaN thiN. Main Toronto main kisi 'medical conference' main gaya huwa tha ke mere cell phone pe Dr. Jamal ka phone aaya. Keh rahe the bohat pareshan hun. Pakistan se raat-o-raat farar huwa hun, California main huN aur foran 2000 dollar ki zaroorat hai. Main ne intazam kerwa diya. Wapas paunch ke unse guftagu hui to Pata laga - 3 baras pehle unhe Juwa kehlne ka 'addiction' lag giya! (Ji! Pakistan ki elite society main sab kuch hota hai). Kehne lage harami juwarioN ne pehle khud jeetwa jeetwa ke ye marz barhaya aur jub adat pakki ho gayi to sab kuch loot liya! ye halaat huwe ke lakhon nahi, 2 karor rupe ke maqrooz ho gaye! Qarz-khuwaoN ne dhamkiaN dena shuru ki ke tumhari betioN ko utha ke le jaayaiN ge to biwi bachhoN ko kisi rishtedar ke ghar chupaya aur USA aa gaye...
Mujh se jo ban saka main ne kiya! Main ne unse khub muft kam kerwaaye the. Mera purana qarz tha! yahi soch ke main ne kisi desi clinic pe job kerwa di. H-1 visa ho gaya. Biwi bacche bhi America aa gaye. Unki begum ne koi odd job shuru ker di. BetiaN bhi yahan school main set ho gaiN. Jub aakhri dafa main Dr. Jamal se mila to unhoN ne kaha: "Allah ke fazal se jo khoya us se behtar halat hone lage hain!" Main ne kaha: "Sir! bus ab aahista aahista Pakistan main logoN ka qarz utar phenkiye. Aap ke liye residency to mumkin nahi magar part time surgical assistant ka course ker lijye. Inshallah Allah khair kare ga".....I thought this story had a happy ending.
Pechle hafte mujhe Dr. Jamal ka phone aaya ke: "I need 3000 dollars urgent!". Mera matha thanka. Main ne unki begum ko phone kiya to woh bilak bilak ke rone lagiN. UnhoN ne bataya - jese hi halat thore theek huwe hain - Dr. Jamal ne yahan casino ke chakkar kaatne shuru ker diye hain! Main chup raha. Mere voicemail pe Dr. Jamal ke kai messages hain!
Qudrat kub baar baar moqa deti hai?
Saturday, March 05, 2011
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