Interestingly, everyone resides the shyr as:
The actual shyr is below and never had words Muddaii lakh bura chahe to kiya. All this happened in the 1950s and 1960s; Pakistani cinema started running this mutated shyr on screen - as still, emotions from 1947 running high. Original words were difficult, someone just decided to make it easy :)
~ فیڈرو دوستوفسكى~
The following picture is a great metaphor for any disturbed human relationship, particularly a man and a woman.
Often, a man can't see a snake holding a woman to go up on the cliff, making the man confused as to why she is not coming up, though I am holding her hand. And, many times, a woman can't appreciate the weight of the stone a man carries on his back, thinking why he is not making a full effort to pull me up the cliff.
Think of stones and snakes around you!!
And you became like coffee,
Ustad Qamar Jalalvi was called Ustad for two reasons. First, he was a ustad of Urdu poetry. Second, he owned a bicycle mechanic shop and was called Ustad!
One of his shyr was recited wrongly by the masses.
Actual wordings are
I constantly get educated by my patients!
Yesterday, one of my patients said, "I always ask God to give me life with quality. Not only do I want to live not miserably, but I also want my loved ones around me to live with quality and not be miserable because of me. Quality of life is not a personal matter. It's a shared value."
"I never wanted to travel to India in a hot and humid summer. I was left with no choice when I had to go and finish some last-minute signatures on a property my father sold. I never returned to India since I came here 22 years ago. On my day of landing, my father's very close friend, who was like another father figure for me till I left for the USA, died.
What makes this strange is when I was leaving for the USA, Chacha Gaurav had said: "Wish I can see you once before I die, and if I can not see you, for some reason, I hope you give lite (Chita) to my body for my Antim Kirya. And I replied: "Don't say that. But if it comes to that, and if All mighty willing, I will be there".
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Chris and I go a long way back. He first worked as an electrician in the house I built after my first job. As it was a new township, he got a lot of new contracts. I'm not sure how we became good friends. After his work, he used to stop by the ground next to my newly built house to rearrange stuff in his truck, chat, and puff a couple of weeds before driving to his rural house, a well-90-minute drive from the city.
Later, he moved somewhere else. I met Chris again while driving a Pakistani cardiologist who recently joined our hospital to show the new houses coming up in the city. Meeting him was a pleasant surprise due to his mild manners and always smiling face. He pulled a couple of weeds to keep our tradition, and we started to catch up. As I puffed smoke in the air, I noticed a tattoo on his forearm reading 11:11 and inquired about it.
He said, "You don't know? 11:11 signifies two guardian angels with you. They constantly remind you of your actions and help you stay on the right path!!"
I said in my heart: "Ya Allah! Munkeer Nakeer ne yahan bhi peecha nahi choRa"!!!
