Saturday, October 30, 2021

Roz ka aik imtihan

 Meri umar koi 16-17 baras hogi. FSc ka imtihan de ker farig tha. Aik din Amma ne kaha jao nana ke baal ketwa ke le aao....

Jese hi hum bazar ke nukkaR pe paunche, aik shaks apne bete ke saath khara khubsurat bansuri (flute) baja raha tha, bete ke haat main aik takhti thi jis pe likha tha: "Humare hunr ke mutabiq kaam nahi mil raha: bansuri suniye aur kuch madad kijye".

Nana ne jeb se 5 rupe nikale aur bete ke haat main thama diye - Us zamane main 5 rupe bohat hote the - aur ye wahi 5/10 rupe the jis se nana ne baal katwane the.

Main ne nana se kaha: "Ye kiya kiya nana ji!'

Nana bole: "Imtihan tha. Shukar karo kaam theek ho gaya"

Main bola: " Nana imtihan kesa?"

Nana ne jawab diya: "Insaan ki zindagi main roz aik imtihaan likha hai. Koi aesa kaam jo tumhari zimmewari na ho, magar jis se kisi aur insaan ka faida ho, woh kaam saamne aa ke khaRa ho jaaye. Wohi insaan ka imtihaan hai. Aaj ke imtihan se bach nikle."

Is baat ko 30-35 baras guzar gaye - magar aaj bhi roz imtihaan main fail ho jaata hun.

Saturday, October 23, 2021

HHH of Health

During the fellowship, when I was rotating through Trauma and Neurosurgery, we treated patients with Subarachnoid hemorrhage using Tripple-H therapy which stood for Hypervolemia, Hypertension, and Hyperdynamic.

Dr. Garcia (here) used to tell us life is also all about Tripple H. Couple of days ago, I was sent the same joke in a meme. Though it is a joke if you think it is very accurate.




Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Zindagi, wasf aur Imtihan

 ‏زندگی آپ کے اسی وصف کا امتحان لیتی ہے، جو آپکے اندر موجود ہو، میرے اندر" 
"محبت تھی

 امریتا پریتم

"Life examines you on the virtue you have (the most). I had love" ~ Amrita Pritam

Saturday, October 16, 2021

2 approaches

Interestingly two similar events on the same day but two different approaches


In the morning - a  friend while blowing the red light

"jahan itne kaam galat ho rahe hain, aik aur sahi"


In the evening - another friend by mistake -  took an extra item on a grocery cart without paying. As we reached the car, he said:

"Zindagi main bare kamine kaam ho rahe hain - kam az kam cheez wapas ker ke aik galat kaam to kum kiya ja sakta hai"

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

The paradox of 'everything is assessible'

سب سے زیادہ کربناک لمحات وہ ہوتے ہیں کہ ؛ جب ہر چیز مُیسر ہو 

"Nothing is more painful in life when everything is assessible"

Sounds like a paradox, but think for a minute if you have everything available to you, what kind of life you will have without any ambition, anything to achieve, and the only thing left is greed!

As Ghalib said:

na ho marnā to jiine kā mazā kyā

Tuesday, October 05, 2021

My Conscience Is Dying A Slow Death

 My Conscience Is Dying A Slow Death

By Javaid Jabbar. 

Sometimes in the darkest hour of the night, I call on my conscience to see if it is still breathing. It's dying a slow and gradual death
every single day.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy restaurant
an amount which is perhaps the monthly income of the guard who holds the door open, I quickly shrug away that thought. My conscience dies a little. 

When I buy vegetables from the vendor and his son "Chhotu" (a small child who should be studying at school) 
smilingly weighs the potatoes, I look the other way. My conscience dies a little.

When I'm all decked up in a designer suit (a suit that costs a bomb) 
and I see a woman at the crossing in torn clothes, trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity, I immediately roll up my window. My conscience dies a little. 

When I buy expensive gifts for my children and returning home I see half-clad naked children with empty stomachs and hungry eyes selling toys at the red traffic signal, I try to save my conscience by buying some. Yet, my conscience dies a little more. 

When my sick maid who can't come to work sends her daughter to work by making her miss school, I know I should tell the little girl to go to school, but then I look at the loaded sink full of dirty dishes and I tell myself that is just for a couple of days. My conscience dies a little more. 

When I hear about a rape or a murder of a child, I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it's not my child. I cannot look at myself in the mirror. My conscience dies a little more. 

When people fight over caste, creed, and religion and I feel hurt and helpless, I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs, and I conveniently blame the corrupt politicians, absolving myself of all responsibilities. My conscience dies a little more. 

When my city is choked and breathing is dangerous in the smog-ridden metropolis I take my car to work daily, not taking public transport, or carpooling. One less car won't make a difference, I tell myself. My conscience dies a little more. 

So when in the darkest hour of the night I visit my conscience and find that it is still breathing I am surprised because bit by bit, day by day, I try to kill it and bury it with my very own hands.