(An old conversation when I was a kid)
"Main aap ko ustad manun agar main chati, saatween, aathween, naween aur dasween - har jamat main awwal aun"
"bete! agar tum itne qabil hote to tumhe ustad ki zaroorart hi nahi"
(An old conversation when I was a kid)
"Main aap ko ustad manun agar main chati, saatween, aathween, naween aur dasween - har jamat main awwal aun"
"bete! agar tum itne qabil hote to tumhe ustad ki zaroorart hi nahi"
بیورلی جینکنز -
(Beverly Jenkins is an Afro-American author from Michigan)After the pandemic, I think this was the first time I walked into the theater to watch the movie 'Top Gun.' At least say, I thoroughly enjoyed the film because of Tom Cruise, effects, dialogue, and focused storyline (though there was a little Bollywood touch in the storyline). My favorite was the following dialogue.
"Reputation precedes arrival."
"Thank you, Sir."
"It was not meant to be a compliment."
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I have never been a firm believer in reincarnation. I read about it every day. I met people who vouched about it from their anecdotal experience. Following is another experience from my one trip to El Salvador, where I took a cultural trip to see Mayan culture.
I met a couple in our tour group. It was interesting as the woman's name was 'Maya.' They asked me to believe in their tale in the name of their children. Maya described her story in the presence of her husband as below:
"As far as we remember, we first met 3500 years ago. My man was in somewhat 50-60 years of age when he died, and it was a scorching hot day. He was dressed in a classic Mayan tribal outfit. He probably died of heart failure as he was swollen and used to get short of breath easily the day he died. I was in love with him. I died very soon afterward in his grief. I returned to this world 2500 years afterward in old India, where I used to dress in white Saree and wear flowers in my hair. He took another thousand years to get born again. When he asked me if I should have found another soul in between, I replied: my heart didn't accept any other man, but I became friends with another female soul - and became kind of a lesbian until you and I were born together."
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"What are you thinking "? the girl asked.
' Nothing.'(overheard at Zainab market, Karachi - while I wait to buy my thing)
"Bhaiyya is rang ka kapRa mil jaaye ga (holding color's paper). Aik shalwar kurta banwana hai"
"Nahi bhai - ye rang to nahi, is se milte julte rang ka kapRa dikha dun?"
"Nahi bhaiyya, bilkul aesa hi rang chahiye"
"Bilkul yahi rang to kabhi nahi dekha. Sirf yahi rang kiun?"
"bachpan se aik hi khawab dekhta hun. Is rang ka shalwar kurta pehne madhosi main madina ki galion main majzoob bane, dholak ki thaap pe, nachta phir raha hun. Bhai Madine jana hai. Kisi aur dukan se mil jaaye ga?'
"nahi bhaiyya ye rang hume nahi maalum - ajeeb hi shade hai"
(man walks away)