Cage!

15 Baras - (Part 2) / Hajra Apa

(This is the further conversation with a person, whose story was posted on this blog with title '15 Baras' - Click here - )


"Kul Hajra Apa ka phone aaya tha. Kafi der roti rahi aur mua'fi maangti rahi"

"ye Hajra apa kaun hain?"

"Hajra apa uski sagi bahen thi. Us ke jaane ke baad main ne kabhi shadi nahi ki. Hajra apa se main kabhi nahi mili. Sirf kuch dafa phone pe baat hui thi.  ..... Hajra apa kafi der roti rahi aur muaffiaN maangti rahi.....Keh rahi thi ...'Mera bhai to tum se shadi kerna chahta tha magar main ne use rok diya. Main ne uska dil tum se phera! Aaj meri apni beti ki 2 dafa baat pakki ho ker toot gai. Ab ki baar to 2 hafte baad shadi thi, card bat gaye, mithai taqseem hui, saare zamane main bari ruswaii hui. Sochti hun to yahi khayal aata hai ke, tumhare saath main ne jo kuch kiya - uski saza mil rahi hai'............... Tumhe kiya lagta hai, Hajra apa ki baat sahi hogi? Kiya ye sach hai ke ma baap ke gunahoN ki saza aulad ko milti hai?"

"Aqal to is baat ko nahi maanti  - magar sach poocho to zamane main 'anecdotally' yahi hote dekha hai"

"whore!"

Rohit is my blogroll. I love his stories! Another classic piece from Rohit (Mumbai)

.......

Before he could complete, she leaned forward and asked, “Why is it so hard to say that you want to sleep with me? That my breasts are attractive? That you wanna fuck me hard?”
 

She smiled and continued, “Let me not make it so difficult for you. Gaurav, you don't like spending time with me. Because you don’t know me. You are sexually attracted towards me. That is all for now. I am not denying that you may get romantically interested in me. But that’s for later, when you know me a little more. However, I don't see much of a possibility of that happening. If you can't stand my directness, which is a part of who I am, what else will you be able to like me for?”

.......  Read full story here  

http://rohit05kumar.blogspot.com/2013/04/whore.html

Ubal!

"Huma beti, tusi America na jao! America ke paani main Ikhlaq to bohat hai magar dard nahi...." - Dard jese khane main namak - Ghar ke naukar ki baat sun ker, mujeh har baar yahi aik khayal aata tha!

Read a short Urdu story "Ubal" from Dr. Baland Iqbal (Toronto). Its worth of your time. Click on link to read.

http://www.sherosokhan.com/id1429.html

Tumhara Quran

"Tum hamesah ye kiun kehte ho ke 'Tumhara Quran'?

"Kiun ke mujeh lagta hai ke - abhi tak mujh main woh quwwat nahi aayi ke main is kitab ko samjh sakun, jab tak aesa nahi hota, ise tumhara hi Quran rehne do".

On Crimes!

It took me a long time to appreciate that why some people become hardcore fan of crime/mafia/Godfather/Al-capone/Bhai-log type films/literature. Again it took me awhile to appreciate the depth of only one dialogue (don't remember where was it mention).

"Only unilateral crime is myopic".

What does it mean that only handful of crimes in this world are unilateral where criminal has a myopic view of reality. Most other crimes happen as a reaction to some injustice or unfair game - and - the canvas of such crime is vast, and intricate a lot of human psyche, logic and emotions.

Mera 'Handicap' Bhai

"Tum Shadi kiun nahi kerti. Achhi bhali shakal hai tumhari. Parhi likhi bhi ho aur aqal bhi baqi larkion se ziyada hi hai".

"Aaj tumhe main aik kahani sunati hun....

"Main 16 baras ki thi. Mera aik bhai 13 baras ka tha. Mere dono parents 'professionals' the. Aik ideal zindagi thi. Private school jana, har summer main 'vacation' lena aur har eid ya tehwaar ke moqe par dawatoN main jaana. Zindagi main har taraf chen hi chen tha. 

Aur phir aik din mere bhai ko bukhar huwa. Bukhar itna barha ke 'seizure' hone lage. Abbu bhag ke hospital le gaye. Magar Allah jaane kesa 'infection' laga ke theek hi nahi hota tha. Main, ammi aur abbu sara sara din ICU ke waiting room main bethe rehte. Har roz koi buri khabar sunne milti. Har roz aik nai drip barh jaati. 

Aik raat, us ko kisi dawaii ke reaction se 'cardiac arrest' ho gaya. Hum sab hospital bhage. Doctors koi 2 ghante CPR kerte rahe. Us ki 'heart rhythm ' to wapas aa gai magar dimag zaya ho gaya (anoxic encephelopathy). Hospital se nikal ke 'rehab' main raha, phir ghar aa gaya. Ab hum hi uski dekh bhal kerne lage.

Phir 'real estate market crash' hui. Abbu 'lost all his money'. Hum California chor ker Arizona chale gaye. Ammi ne bhai ki dekh bhal ke liye naukri chor di. Hum Beverly Hills ke 'house' se is 2 room ke 'tradewinds apartments' main aa gaye. 'Credits' destroy ho gayi. Main ne jese tese ker ke college finish ki. Naukri shuru ki. Abbu ne kisi 'Gas station' pe job ker li magar purane qarzoN ka bojh bhi saath tha. Kuch hala't theek huwe to ammi ko breast cancer diagnose ho gaya. Abbu ki bhi din raat kaam ker ker ke tabiyat kharab rehne lagi. Un ko diabetes ho gayi.

 ....Ab kisi aadmi se kehti hun ke shadi ke baad, mera bhai saath rahe ga to kehta hai 'nursing home' main daal do. 

Magar jis bhai ke saath main ne bachpan ke din guzare. Jis ke sath long drives aur vacations share ki. Jis ke saath har sham 'Baskin Robbins' ki ice cream khai, aur jis bhai ka hum peechle 12 baras se khayal rakh rahe hain,..... use aik anjaane mard ki khushi ke liye 'nursing home' main daal aayain,..... dil nahi maanta.

....Aaj tum chup ho gaye!... Aaj woh nahi kaho ge, jo roz kehte ho?"

"Kiya?"

"life is a bitch!"

Mard aur Aurat ki Muhabbat!

(From Raja Gidh of Banu Qudsiya)

"Jins ke raaste pe aurat kabhi khuwar nahi hoti. Woh hamesah mohabbat hasil kerne ke liye aati hai aur bachha hasil ker ke wapas chali jaati hai. Mard apne aap se azad hone ke liye aurat se humkinar hota hai aur hamesah ke liye do hissoN main bant jaata hai..."


(Woman never ruin herself on the path of sex. She always come to find love and go back after getting child. Man love woman to free himself from his self and get divided into 2 pieces forever....)

Changing values?

I was talking to one of my senior colleague about how life, values and societies have changed. How everything including relationships have become 'drive-thru' and 'disposable'. He sent me following email and asked, what you think - this would happen today? 

 "It was back in 1984 when I was doing my house job at Civil hospital Karachi. I left my home with my friend on motorcycle for the hospital. On my way I dropped the small bag with my ID card and my home telephone number, but the most important possession was my original Litman stethoscope ( avery prized possession in those days ). Well, two young boys found it and took it to my home where they found that I am at the hospital. They did not leave the stethoscope at home and drove to my work. They probably spent good 3-4 hours in this ordeal. They never asked for any prize or even gas money and left after I thanked them, like it was their obligation".

A quote on old age!

Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know why I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.  ~ Will Rogers

2 Quotes..

“I know that I am prejudiced on this matter, but I would be ashamed of myself if I were not.” 
- Mark Twain

“A cynical, mercenary, demagogic press will produce in time a people as base as itself." 
- Joseph Pulitzer

On Today's most political leaders (an Urdu post)

سکندراعظم فتح کے بعد یونان گیا، وہاں ایک آدمی دنیا سے بےخبرسورہا تھا

سکندرنےاسےلات مارکےجگایا اورکہا: "تو بےخبرسو رہا ہے۔ میں نےاس شہرکو فتح کرلیا ہے".

اس نےسکندراعظم کی طرف دیکھا اورکہا کہ: "شہرفتح کرنا بادشاہ کا کام ہے اورلات مارنا گدھےکا، کیا کوئی انسان دنیا میں نہیں رہا، جو بادشاھت ایک گدھےکو مل گئی ہے؟"

(Send to me on Pakistan's election day)

Five More Minutes…

A woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground one fine Sunday Morning.

"That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red T-shirt who was gliding down the slide.

"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue T-shirt." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son.

"What do you say we go, Jack?" Jack pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please?" "Just five more minutes." The man nodded and Jack continued to swing to his heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?" Again Jack pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad.

Just five more minutes." The man smiled and said, "O.K."

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, "My older son John was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with John and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Jack. He thinks he has five more minutes to swing. The truth is, I get five more minutes to watch him play."

Life is not a race. Life is all about making priorities. 

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. 

Aaj ki Sita!

"Zamana badal gaya hai! Aur aaj ki Aurat bhi badal gai hai!"

"Kuch nahi badla meri jaan! ...............Jab jab Sita ne 'Lakhsman Rekha' paar kerne ki koshish ki hai, us ka saamna Rawan se hi huwa hai"