rishte

Us aurat ne zindagi main siwaye apni pehloti ki beti ke shayed hi kisi se mohabbat ki ho. Ma baap us ke bachpun hi main faut ho gaye the. Zamane ki sitam zarifion ne us ke ander aik ajeeb karwahat bhar di thi. Mekaa to koi tha nahi albatta shadi ke baad woh saare susral aur mohalle main apni karwi kasili zaban ki wajah se mashoor rahi. Jab woh khud faut hui to jahan us ke mian ne sukun ka saans liya wahan main ne bhi kaha: 'khas kum jahan pak'. Us ke peeche agar koi roya to bus usi ki woh aik beti.

Magar aik baat sab kehte hain ke jab bhi koi us ki beti ke khilaf kahin koi baat kerta hai to woh us raat us shaks ke khawab main aake apna chehra zaroor karati hai. 

Ye kese rishte hain jo mar ke bhi nahi marte.

3 stars

"Dekho bhaiyya ! Tumhari ye ikhlaqiat ki jhak jhak buk buk to main roz hi sunta hun magar is mulk main, main ne aik baat note ki hai, ke white collar job ke liye:

Kamyabi ke teen nishan
Lamba, gora aur jawan"

12 kids

12 kids participated in the quiz. 

All did well so prize was given by lottery to one kid. 

11 kids lost faith to their hard work!

Puntuality

One of the most important lessons of life you need to teach your kids is to be puntual at work. 7 AM means 7 AM not 7.01 AM. Better be 5 minutes early. Nobody respects the habitual late comer.

"what if I get late due to unavoidable reason like ..ummm.... say accident?"

"Call them and let them know you are running late (and pay back that time later)"

"What if I can't contact them"

"Apologize when you see them"

Honesty is the best policy

When we were kids, they taught us "Honesty is the best policy". 
After decades I believe true saying should be: "Honesty is the best politics".

Needles

If you have read Shakespeare's Othello, you would know how gossip, jealousy, misunderstandings, and emotional factors can blind the human mind to something so obvious.

She was in love with him. They planned to get married every summer. But, every time, he chicken out of commitment. She knew there was something he wanted to say but had difficulty communicating due to an unknown fear factor. And one day, she discovered what it was when she found needles and syringes in the glove compartment of his car. She accepted that he is addicted to drugs, as suggested by her friends and circumstances. Now she was able to connect a lot of dots from his behavior. Naturally, she broke up with him and walked away without saying a word. She refused to answer his calls, deleted emails without reading them, and so forth. The trust was broken. Years later, she came to know that she was dead wrong. He was an insulin-dependent diabetic.

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der ker deta hun

(posted as told)

Zindagi main kabhi kabhi aik dum se aese waaqiat ho jaate hain ke saari zindagi ke liye aik aehsaase jurm, bulke sahi lafz angrezi ka hai - guilt - chor jaate hain. Munir Niazi ki aik khubsurat nazam hai:

Hamesah der ker deta hun main

Ye un dinon ki baat hai jub hum karachi main raha kerte the. Haamre saale sahab naseerabad ke ilaqe main 'flaton' main rehte the. Aik din main un ke haaN giya to ghar ke bahir dekha ke aik khubsurat kurail jawan, sufed qameez main malboos, behosh para hai. Jub poora nazara saamne aaya to mere bhi hosh ur gaye. Us ki aik taang kati dur pari thi. Shayed us ka accident ho gaya tha. Dusre logon ki tarah main bhi use chor ker apne raaste chal diya. Ali (mera saala) to ghar per nahi tha magar baqi ghar walon se batain hone lagi. Khuch der baad khayal aaya ke jaake dekhun aakihr huwa kiya. Bahir ja ker dekha to meri hairat ki intiha na rahi ke ab tuk woh jawan or uski kati taang yunhi pari thi. Us ka rang safed ho raha tha. Main us ki taang chor pehle use zabardasti ghaeestta darwaaze tuk laya. Itne main Ali bhi aa chuka tha. Main ne kaha: 'ise bister pe daalo, main taang le ker aata hun'. Main kaali parti taang le ker wapas aaya to ali ne kaha: 'khun bohut beh gaya hai, ise to murda khane paunchana pare ga'.

Police ka dur ho ya kuch bhi magar ye kesi behisi thi ke koi bhi us ki madad ko na gaya. Us shaks ne marne se pehe agar aik baar bhi ye socha hoga ke kiya koi bhi nahi aaye ga madad kerne - to us aehase-jurm se saari zindagi hum kese bhag sakte hain !!

madad kerni ho us ki,
yaar ki dharas bandhana ho
.........................
kisi ko maut se pehle
kisi gum se bachana ho
Hamesah der ker deta hun main
hur kaam kerne main

Triangle of human relationship

"Teen tigara - kaam bigara" 

Found it so true, whether love, work, home, or friends.

election

I cannot stop laughing reading this quote from Stalin: 

“The people who cast the votes do not decide an election, the people who count the votes do.”

Human touch

It is very important to choose a profession in which you deal with live humans everyday. Yes! it makes a difference.

She

He was a mean guy, not to mention his arrogance. Hated by all around and all relatives. He never worked. He was an alcohol and tobacco addict. She stayed with him for the sake of 2 kids. 20 years of marriage. She worked hard to make sure that kids get an education. She thought of divorce but decided against it as she didn't want her kids to grow up without a sense of father and a broken family. 

(yes, we all think it was wrong, but not for many Indian women). 

She put up with everything from him. He was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease three years ago and progressively became bedbound. Now she takes care of him, from feeding to cleaning his butt and often putting him in a chair to avoid bedsores.

Eventually, he will die one day with all his nuisance, but what about her sufferings?

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2 posts

Lately while browsing blogs following 2 posts left deep marks on my thoughts...I am just putting little abstracts here, click if you desire to read the whole post:

1. Backbiting from Koonj
"..........It’s a tough one, backbiting. It’s a major sin. It consumes the virtue of a person faster than fire eats dry wood. And it’s a sin greater than fornication. How often we’d think before committing the latter, and how little we think before backbiting. The Quran equates backbiting with the eating of your brother’s flesh. Here’s a helpful creepy anecdote to help us (me especially) with the tough one.
My sister and her ex-husband used to backbite about this certain woman “P” quite frequently. One night, she dreamed that they were eating "P", really just gorging on her flesh. “here, here’s a tender piece, try this one!”
................................"


2. Beyond Parental Sin from Truth and; Beauty
"I read about an experiment done to gauge infant chimps’ needs for maternal care and bonding in a college psychology class . The babies were exposed to “mothers” made of wires, spikes and the occasional electric shock. Traumatized though they were by a mother-figure who hurt them, was unresponsive, and cold to the touch, the infants continued to cling needily, unable to thrive physically and emotionally but unable to let go either. That experiment, in all its cruelty and horror, has stuck in my mind for years. I’m not a parent, but, rather, a mostly absent and preoccupied aunt. I don’t really understand the profound love, imposition of adult will, frustration, or patience of parenting. But by looking at my parents and at my sisters, who are both now mothers, I see a little more clearly how awesome a responsibility having a child is, how it is a nurturing that never ends, even when children grow into adulthood and move away.............................."

Gravity

I think the whole fight of humanity is against the core force of gravity!

Woh sham

Woh hamare ghar ke kisi kone main chup chap rehti thi. Mujhe iska ilm tha. Kisi bahut hi dukhi aurat ki ruh thi ya pata nahi shayed churail hi thi. Magar aaj tuk usne tang nahi kiya tha.

Us sham, meri biwi aur bachhe kahin chale gaye the. Main bhi ghar ki bijli gul ker ke bahir ja hi raha tha ke apne bete ke kumre ki kursi pe main ne use bethe dekha. Zero bulb ke lamp ki roshni main, Kale baal main rota chehra tha aur aansun ki lakir main aankhon ka kajal beh raha tha. Ghar ke kumron main us ka aana aik nai baat thi. Main us se kehna chahta tha ke ghar ke kumron main na aaye magar dar ke maare kuch kehne ki himmat na hui. Main ghar se jald as jald nikal jaana chahta tha. Magar junhi main bahir niklne laga aik aur moti kaali badsurat aurat ka parto nazar aaya jis ke chehre pe sirf shehtani muskurahat thi. Main aur dar gaya aur unko wahan chor ke ghar se neeche utar aaya.

Sham dhal rahi thi magar ab tak sarkari qumqume roshan nahi huwe the. Sarak pe andhera sa tha. Main ne mehsoos kiya ke mere chehre aur aankhon per kafi sujan ho gayi hai. Is qadar sujan ke nazar bhi dhundla gai hai. Pehle khayal aaya ke kisi PCO se police ko phone karun magar phir socha police meri baat nahi samjhe gi. Main aik qareebi dawaii ki dukan aur super store main ghus gaya. Wahan kuch auratain dukan waale se jhagra kerne main masroof thin. Insaano ki bhir dekh ker aur dukan ke ander roshni dekh ker mujhe kuch sahara huwa. Nazar bhi ab kuch behtar thi. Main cheez khareedne ke bahane store ke aur ander chala gaya. Magar ghar ki woh dukhiari ruh aur us ke kaandhe pe sawar woh nai moti churail peche se meri taraf dorti hui aain. Us ki muskurahat ab shehtani hasi main badal chuki thi. Main store ke aur ander bhaga magar dono ne mujhe daboch liya aur apne daant meri garden main gaar diye. Phir mujhe hosh nahi raha ke kiya huwa !!

Jub aankh khuli to garden pe ab tak daanton ka ehsaas qaaim tha!

Cook

The men who cook and like to cook are usually good men!!

An old Cherokee story

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all."

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith".

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

lust and Jealousy

 An old saying from hindi bhajan always takes away my breath

'Kaam krodh'
 jena ghat mahain 
zahir jaagiya
Tene jitiya jitiya 
dau serve hariya

(In whom manifest 'lust and jealousy',  has lost all the bets)

khidmat

"Doctoron ne jawab de diya tha magar ammaa ki saans ab tuk chal rahi thi. Log keh rahe the ke meri ma ki jaan kisi cheez main atki hui hai, is liye maut nahi aati. Sare shaher main dengue virus pehla huwa tha - bachhon ko hospital ke ander jaane ki ijazat nahi thi. Main ne security guard ki bari minnatain ki ke aik dafa meri ma apne pote ko dekh le to ise sukoon aa jaye aur us ki roh nikal jaaye. Security guard meri baat to na mana magar nursing supervisor ko mujh ko yun girgirate dekh ker taras aa gaya aur mere bete ko ander jane ki ijazat mil gai. ICU main ammaa leti thin. Merne se pehle kisi cheez ka intizar ker rahi thin. Main ne kaha: "Dekh ma! kaun aaya hai". Us ne mere bete, apne pote ko dekha - aik muskurahat un ke chehre per aai aur unhon ne mere bete ka naam le ker aankhe band ker lin. Shaam ko magreeb ki azan hui aur amma is jahane-faani se kuch ker gain.

Meri Ma ki maut ke baad mere bete ko shadeed bukhar ho gaya - 105 degree. Pehle to main dur gai ke kahin hospital se Dengue virus hi na lug aya ho magar allah ka shukar hai aesi koi baat nahi thi. Ab woh apni nani ke kamre se bahir hi nahi niklta bulke nani ke khali bister se hi nahi utarta. Uthte bethte hur cheez main bus nani nani !!"


Us ne rote huwe mujhe apni ye kahani sunaii aur poochne lagi ab kiya karun?

Main ne Kaha: "Bachhe ko to allah sabar de hi dega magar tumhari apni ma ki ab behtreen khidmat yahi hogi ke is bachhe ki jitni achhi parvarish ker sakti ho us ki koshish karo. Ma baap ki khidmat unki maut ke baad hamare apne bachhon ki khidmat se hoti hai"

My Man

He was dying from terminal cancer. His wife was on his deathbed. She had tears in her eyes. She looked with sympathy at her husband, and he said sternly, "Don't you give that look to me."

She put her head on my shoulder when he died and said: "My man died"!!

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Neki aur Badi

Ye bhi aik ajeeb cheez hai. Aadmi jis qadar achhaii ki taraf maail hota hai buraii usi qadar barh ke waar kerti hai. Azal ki aik jang jis ki aag pe ruhoN ki perverish hoti hai. 

Barson pehle ki baat yaad aa gai: 

"Neki aur badi dono khuda ki do piyari betiaN haiN, jin se woh barabar pyar kerta hai!!"