My Dead Dad’s Porno Tapes

(A short documentary premiered on January 19 at  Sundance 2018 - and reported at NY-Times)

This short documentary (13 minutes) took my breath away!

"Jab mere baba ki wafat hui (here) to mere hisse main un ka aik oversize coat aaya -
Even after 15 years it is very precious to me despite it does not fit me."

Someday we grow up as adults and when we see our parents as human beings - their small mementos like clothes, wallet, umbrella, jacket, and other leftovers - not only just give remembrance - but make us understand their lives, struggles they went through to make sure - things look normal, stay normal and become normal for everyone - And, what defines a person is not what he left but what he let go!

MY Times link: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/01/19/opinion/my-dead-dads-porno-tapes.html

DODA

Recommended by Books and Stiletto on our previous post on 'street smartness'. Too good!!

Watched twice. This is where you say "LOL".

Youtube link: https://youtu.be/0qOBK1uD-1A

 

On "Street Smartness"

When we were growing up in Pak-land, we frequently heard that; it's not important to be 'book smart', it is important to be 'street smart'. I wondered about that for many years!

Now my take is that: There is no such thing as 'book smart' or 'street smart', but it is important to be 'ethics smart'. It does not matter what you read or what you do in life - it is important, you don't hurt any other human being or do things by unethical means.

I am very afraid that when people try to say, 'be street smart', it means 'JugaaR', '2 number kaam', 'patli gali'  etc etc. I lived, breath and moved in Pakistan, first 25 years of my life - and was known to all these very intimately (see Salahuddin). Unfortunately, 'street smart' is mostly a surrogate to 'unethical means'.

Abovesaid, It's good to be emotionally and intellectually wise to make proper inferences and decisions - and be smart to change/carve once path to have a happy life - but I get very wary when people use the term - 'street smart'. You can call it my psychological knot!

Achha waqt

Weekend pe aik dawat main jana huwa - aur kisi ne ye comment diya - I think it is worth sharing:

"Bhai! main to apne achhe waqt se bhi darta hun! Kaun jaane aazmaish hai, inaam hai - ya sirf rassi dheeli ki ja rahi hai"!!

Jameel Sahab ka bachha aur kutta

Jameel sahab se meri mulaqat Chicago ki Devon street ke mashoor dhabe 'Gareeb Nawaz' pe hui thi. Lijye un ki bipta un ki zabani suniye


"Mere 3 bachhe the magar mazeed aulad ki khawish is qadar shadeed thi ke hum mian biwi ki umar 45 ke lag bhag hone ke bawajood -  aur doctors ke manaa kerne ke bawajood - aur pregnancy ke shuru main amniocentesis pe ye sabit ho jaane ke bawajood ke - bachha 'down syndrome' hai -  hum ne us ko is duniya main aane diya.

Us ki paidaish ke saath hi hum ne -us bachhe ke liye - ghar main aik kutta bhi paal liya

Phir aik ajeeb waqiya hona shuru ho gaya - ke -  mera bachha jis poori raat rota rehta aur ghar ka kutta poori raat bhonkta rehta - us ke dusre din mohalle main koi maut waqiyaa ho jaati. Har teesre, choThe mahine ye aik ajeeb saanihaa ho jaata.

Pakistan main meri custom ki naukri thi - Rishwat ki kamaii khub aati thi - roope paise ki rawani thi

Phir jis din main ne sab se baRi rishwat li - aur mehngi motor car ghar le ker aaya- us raat bhi kutte ke bhonke aur mere bachhe ke rone ka waqiya poori raat huwa.

Jis din mere bete ko main ne jaali visa pe europe bheja - us raat bhi yahi huwa
Phir jis raat (rishwat ke paison se) meri beti ki shadi main ne dhoom dhaam se ki - - aesa hi huwa

Phir  aik raat sirf mera kutta bhonkta raha - aur us raat mera wahi sab se chota bachha -  faut ho gaya

- Aur phir jis din main saari daulat le ker Pakistan se rawana huwa - poori raat kutta bhonk bhonk ke be-haal ho gaya

(aage ki kahani ye ke - america aa ker saari daulat barbaad ho gai - beta europe ki jail main hai - aur beti ki talaq ho gai - Aur aik beta yahan drugs main paR gaya)

------------- Aaj itne bars guzrne ka baad ye baat samjh aayi

'log kehte hain masoom bachoN aur kutton ko maut ke farishte nazar aate hain. Aesa zaroor hota ho ga - magar jab insaan apne har bure amal se aahista aahista andar mar raha hota hai - tab bhi masoom bachhe aur us ke paaltu janwar (pets) use aehsaas dilate rehte hain'

Kiya tum ne kabhi kutta paala hai?" 



Footnote: Watched Indian movie "Mom" - Nawazuddin Siddiqui again proved himself as one of the most versatile actor in Bollywood. Adnan Siddqui looks graceful  - and yes Siri Devi is still pretty and gorgeous :)

Monotheism vs Monorealism

Is blog pe apne aik teacher Sir Aleem ka aksar zikar kiya hai. 
(Ab is duniya main nahi rahe - Allah jannat naseeb kare).

Aik din woh hume Surah Ahad parah rahe the - us waqt rawani main unhoN ne '2 lines' kahi thiN magar mujeh yaad reh gaiN - aur zindagi bhar bohat kaam aayi

Pehli baat to unhoN ne ye kahi - ke  Khuda aik nahi hai - kiunke aik to adad (number) hai - limited hai - Khuda 'yagana' (unique) hai - khuda 'yakta'  (matchless) hai - us ke jesa koi nahi - woh benazeer hai. Woh aksar Ghalib ka ye shyr phaRte

use kaun dekh saktā ke yagāna hai woh yaktā 
 jo duī kī bū bhī hotī,  to kahīñ do chaar hotā

Dusri baat unhoN ne kahi ke - log kehte hain ke Dine-Ibrahimi wale sab monotheist hain. Woh kehte the: Ye galat statement hai. 

Hum 'Monorealist' hain. 

Mujeh nahi pata: 'Monorealism' ka asli urdu lafz kiya hoga magar woh aese hai ke - wahi aik haqiqat hai 

- Sab kuch usi aik zaat ka la-mehdood pehlawa hai

"Dukhi log"

Main ne duniya main do tarah ke dukhi log dekhe hain

Maana ke dukh bari zaalim cheez hai
 - Aulad ka dukh, ishq ka dukh, rozgaar ka dukh, hijrat ka dukh, apnoN se beechaR jaane ka duk, bimari ka dukh - aur aese laataadad dukh

Ye bhi maana - jese 'First Urdu Original Hippie Poet" (chacha Ghalib) ne kaha:

dil hī to hai na sañg-o-ḳhisht - dard se bhar na aaye kyuuñ 
roeñge ham hazaār baar - koī hameñ satāye  kyuuñ

Magar kuch log woh hote hain jo dukh pe ya to ro lete hain - ya use jazb ker lete hain - ya kahin andar baandh rakhte hain - magar chal paRte hain (move on ho jaate hain). In ka ziyada tar wateerah ye hota hai - dusron ko dukhi nahi dekh paate - kisi charity main lag jaate hain - kisi ke kaam aate rehte hain - ke - 

- andar ke dukh ka marham 
- bahir kisi ka chaara-saaz hona hai

Ibne maryam huwa kare koi

Magar dukh  jhelne waloN ki dusri type bari pareshan kerne wali hai - Ye woh hote hain - jinhe apne dukh se milne wali 'sympathies' ko jama kerne ki adat paR jaati hai - Inhe apne ishtahari "Victim Card" ka maza lene ka chaska paR jaata hai - Aur ye baRa addictive hota hai

Bus insaan ki koshish rahe - woh kabhi dusri type na bane

Science, Ego and Contribution - 2

(On our previous post - Science, Ego and Contribution (here) - Anony left an interesting comment)

Five years back me and my batch-mates in India were planning to apply for the PhD program abroad. One of our Professors (seeing that almost all of us had rather ambitious goals) advised us to not go into Doctorate program to fulfill the dream of being famous, rich, etc. He said, go for PhD only if you love the subject! 

... and while here I can see that Profs here simply love their research. On Friday and Saturday nights, while most of the undergrads go for drinking in bars (... and desi grad students go for movies, etc.) I have seen many Profs. (including our own head of department) and couple of grad students working quietly in their office rooms. It is not that they are sacrificing their weekends for better future, many do actually enjoy their work!! 

One of my friend (who worked really hard and actually loved her subject) had her favorite quote pasted on office door: 

~~~ Some are Born to sweet delight, 
Some are Born to Endless Night ~~~

Mard

Mard baRa kamina hota hai. 
Us ka andar baRa jaabir hota hai. 

Us ke DNA main aik jabbar chupa betha hota hai.

Jab aurat us ko apni barabari ka aehsaas dilati hai - to woh zaban se to kuch nahi kehta - magar aurat ki muhabbat ko dil se utaar ker taaq pe rakh deta hai - woh us se baat to ker leta hai - muashraati majburioN ki wajah se saath bhi reh leta hai - zaban se 'agree' bhi ker leta hai

- magar dil hi dil main phir kisi aesi aurat ki talash main nikal khaRa hota hai - jo usey baar baar  us ki khudaii ka yaqeen dilaye - aur us se barabari ki khawishmand na ho.

Us ke andar ka asal mard tab hi jaagta hai - jab tak usi ki anaa ki taskeen hoti rahe!

ye mard sala baRa kamina hota hai. 

Science, Ego and Contribution

My first article on PubMed was published when I was in second-year residency. (disclaimer: I was not the first author. I was just the part of a team). It was a remarkable feat for a foreign medical graduate as it was published in a very credible high impact journal. I start moving among my fellow residents like a king. One day one of my very senior professor level attending stopped me in the corridor and said:

"Listen young man! there are about at least 100 credible science journals in the USA, and each publishes at least 10 new original articles. So each year about 10,000 original scientific articles get published in the USA alone. Even your neighbor may not know about your article. And, eventually, all articles get buried under the dust in the library - well before you change your underwear. There are two kinds of scientists - one who live all their lives to feed their ego and on a quest to prove themselves. They retire and die miserably. Be the second type! Think how it will bring a goodness to humanity and how much it will contribute to the understanding of science. Everything else is a mirage and a trap. Don't fall for it."

Wo din aur aaj ka din - 'academic medicine' ki taraf meri rawish hi badal gai - bulke ab to aksar hasi bhi aati hai, jab PhD level ke logoN ko aapas main laRte jhagRte dekhta hun!

Selfie (An urdu short story)

(I know Dr. Shabih Manzar from my days in medical school and later had some good Urdu sittings with him, while I was in Chicago. I have not been in touch with him for a long time but someone forwarded his 'short write up' to me. I am just putting a part of it.

سیلفی

آج شاد بابا کے ساتھ کیفے پیالہ میں ایک سیلفی کھینچوا کر فیس بک پہ لگائی تو دوست حیران رہ گئے۔ جوانی میں یہاں بہت وقت گزرتا تھا۔ شاد بابا کیش پہ بیٹھتے۔ عین کیش کاؤنٹر کے پیچھے کعبہ کی تصویر تھی۔ لوگ کہتے بھی کہ اس کی جگہ بدل لو پیٹھ پڑتی ہے۔ مگر شاد بابا کسی کی نہ سنتے۔ 

ان دنوں انڈین فلموں میں یورپ میں گانے فلمائے جاتے اور ہم دوست یار ٹی وی پر یورپ دیکھ کر خوش ہو جاتے۔ یہ خوابوں کا زمانہ تھا۔ پھر ایک ایک کر کے دوست باہر نکل گئے۔ بس فیس بک پر ان سے رابطہ رہتا۔ اب یہ دیکھ کر خوشی ہوتی کہ ہم میں سے اکثر  یورپ ، امریکہ، کینیڈا اور آسٹریلیا پہنچ گئے تھے۔ دوست گاہے بہ گاہے فیس بک پر اپنی اپنی ٹرپ کی سیلفیاں اور دیگر تصاویر لگاتے رہتے۔ کوئی نہ کوئی مانومنٹ پیچھے ہوتا۔ 

میں جب پاکستان آیا تو کیفِ پیالہ میں شاد بابا کو دیکھ کر حیران رہ گیا۔ تھوڑے بوڑھے ہوگئے تھے مگر سادگی وہی تھی۔  میں نے جب تصویر کا کہا تو مان گئے۔ پھر اپنی ایک تصویر دکھائی جو فیس بک پر تھی۔ کعبہ کے ساتھ۔ - بولے عمرہ گیا تھا وہاں کھینچی۔ کعبہ پیچھے ہے پیٹھ پڑ رہی ہے ، تھوڑی بے حرمتی تو ہے ، مگر جب سے یہ ریستوران کھولا تھا بس ایک ہی خواہش تھی۔ اللہ کے گھر کے ساتھ ایک تصویر۔ 

آج میں نے جانا کہ جب ہم تصویر لے رہے ہوتے ہیں تو آگے کیمرہ اور پیچھے ہمارے خواب ہوتے ہیں۔ 

ش۔م

Silsila

Jab main USA main residency dhoondh raha tha - aik waqt aesa aaya ke mujhe dostoN se udhar lene paR gaye. Aik dost ne 300 dollars diye. 

Main ne kaha: "Residency milte hi lauta dun ga".
Us ne kaha: "Jis ke hain us ko de dena"
Main ne kaha: "Kiya matlab? ye paise tumhare nahi? to phir kis ke hain?"

Us ne zor ka qehqaha lagaya aur kaha: "Pata nahi aage kis ke hain".
Main ne kaha: "Yaar pehli na bujhao. Seedhi tarah batao".

Us ne kaha: "Bhai! main jab USA aaya to kisi se qarz liya tha. Us ne kaha tha. Aage lauta dena, matlab jab kisi ko zaroorat ho to aage help ker dena. Tum bhi yahi kerna. Jab residency mil jaaye to aage kisi aur ko ye 300 dollars de dena."

Ye baat mujhe hamesha yaad rahi. Mera jawab bhi aksar yahi hota hai: "Aage lauta dena"!

Beyond 'Cheeni Kum' - 2

(When a blog is written over the years, it is interesting that many stories come back to haunt. About 3-4 years ago, I blogged an account of my one classmate from the UK who married a man 30 years older. Last week, I was in London and learned the second part of her ordeal. You may read the previous post here ).

"2 weeks ago, he died!

And now I realize how rude and nasty my attitude was to him as he struggled to keep himself together. Looking back, I fall in love with him as he was a remarkably accomplished and handsome man - a deadly combination. He was an extraordinarily literate and an educated man. I fall for his intelligence. But we lived two generations apart.

A woman's tragedy is that she wants a mature man like her father but boyish like her brother. And, if she cannot soothe her two poles apart from extreme desires - she suffers a lifelong agony. Trust me, doc! Most women suffer this agony. Some women are just good at hiding it - and some cheat - and some are good at manipulating mens' around. And, I cried in my bedroom. I wish the law prohibits older men from marrying a younger woman - for their own sake!

Now, as he is gone - and I go over his colossal collection of books, his records and fondness of classical Indian music and his writings, letters of his students, plaques, accolades, awards, and awards - I am afraid to think that I expedite his death. A man needs a woman to take care of him from childhood to old age, and she puts price tags on it for her desires. I was so veiled by my desires that I failed him. I was not even home when he died that evening. My soul shudders even to think that he died helplessly. We don't even know what killed him? a low blood sugar or a heart attack.

 Doc! A woman is a complicated creature, and even the most intelligent ones - like him - cannot vibrate with her. A woman with intense emotions is the most lethal one. I advise you to have a relatively simple one!"

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Bystander Effect

I was preparing for FLEX (Federal Licensing Exam) during my residency. In the library, I found other residents preparing for the same exam. We used to go to nearby 'Seattle's Best Coffee" to take our break from tedious medical subjects. We had one brilliant resident from Argentina, full of nationalism and Argentinian pride. I admired his strong association with his culture and country.

One day, we were discussing the best definition of "humanity." We all had our ideas. My Argentinian friend had the most unique definition. He said: "If you can defy the bystander effect and jump to the gun to help another human being, you have a humanitarian trait. Delay due to bystander effect takes away the soul of humanity".

We all looked at his face with the same question: "What is the bystander effect?"

He explained: "When a person, group, community or a whole country is in crisis, and you delay to initiate your part of help - in the hope/anticipation that someone else will do it - you are having a bystander effect."

It is now almost 20 years since the above conversation. Today, when I read newspapers and learn about the miseries of people worldwide every day, I question myself - Am I in bystander effect? - What is my responsibility irrespective of what others do?

Not an easy world to live in unless you have a callous apathy toward others.

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Boondi ke laddu

"Tumhari mithai agar gulab jamun hai, to meri boondi ke laddu".

"Boondi ke laddu - naaaa!!  - Boondi ke laddu? seriously?"

" Bhai! hum lyallpur main rehte the. Mere abbu aik mill mazdoor the. Har mahine ki pehli taarikh ko jab abbu ko paise milte to woh aate hue boondi ke laddu le aate. BarsoN ye silsila chalta raha. Hamari zindagioN main boondi ke laddu aur pehli taarikh lazim-o-malzoom ho gaye.

.........Mere liye boondi ke laddu sirf laddu nahi, bulke aik poora maazi hai, khubsurat rishte naatoN ka aur  piyar ka aik silsila hai, baap ki shafqat ki akkasi  hai.

.......Kisi bhi insaan ki aik aam si aadat ke peeche barsoN ka yaadoN ka rela chupa hota hai. 

Doctor! tum itni jaldi judgemental na ho jaaya karo!"

On Bhagavad Gita and Sufism

Received the following email on one of our previous posts On sufism  (here)

"Aap ka blog kabhi kabhi parhta hun. I am not very religious and like to read about various religions. Ultimately, they all have the same messages and, indeed, the same message of divine light. When I read your post on Sufism, I recalled our Hindu religion's sacred book 'Bhagavad Gita,' which is a chronicle of teaching, conversation, and spiritual experiences of Arjun and his master lord Krishna. He slowly learns to connect our worldly affairs with divinity and elevate his soul via various meditations and yogas like karma-yoga and dhyana-yoga. 

Bhagavad Gita is divided into eighteen chapters, and the eleventh chapter is dedicated to Arjun's experience of divine light, which you described as happening in 'nanoseconds.'

And the final chapter may shock you as it asks for total submission to the divine. I found the same message in Islam, to submit to the will of God. I think sajda in all prayers of Islam attest to the same philosophy, And as much as I have read, the whole of Sufism revolves around submission (correct me if I am wrong).

Keep writing.

A****"

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Urdu ka sab se taweel shyr

I have blogged about my fascination with Urdu classical poet Nazeer Akbarabadi before (here, here). As I wrote before, his poetry is mostly in long 'bahar', he held the privilege of writing the longest urdu shyr. See below. This is only one shyr.

نظیر اکبر آبادی کا ایک شعر... طویل ترین بحر میں

پہلا مصرع

ایک دن باغ میں جا کر، چشم حیرت زدہ وا کر، جامہء صبر قبا کر، طائر ہوش اڑا کر،شوق کو راہ نما کر، مرغ نظارہ اڑا کر...دیکھی رنگت جو چمن کی، خوبی نسرین و سمن کی ،شکل غنچوں کے دہن کی، تازگی لالہ کے تن کی، تازگی گل کے بدن کی...کشت سبزے کی ہری تھی، نہر بھی لہر بھری تھی، ہر خیاباں میں تری تھی، ڈالی ہر گل کی ہری تھی، خوش نسیم سحری تھی... سروشمشاد وصنوبر، سنبل و سوسن وعرعر، نخل میوے سے رہے بھر، نفس بادمعنبر، درو دیوار معطر... کہیں قمری تھی مطوق، کہیں انگور معلق، نالے بلبل کے مدقق،کہیں غوغائ کی بق بق، اس قدر شاد ہوا دل، مثل غنچے کے گیا کھل، غم ہوا کشتہ و بسمل،شادی خاطر سے گئی مل، خرمی ہو گئ حاصل...روح بالیدہ ہو آئی، شان قدرت نے دکھائی، جان سے جان میں آئی،
باغ کیا تھا گویا اللہ نے اس باغ میں جنت کو اتارا

دوسرا مصرع

نا گہاں صحن چمن میں، مجمع سرو و سمن میں، جیسے ہو روح بدن میں، جیسے ہو شمع لگن میں،جیسے خورشید کرن میں، ماہ پرویں وپرن میں... دیکھا اک دل بر رعنا، وطرحدار جفا کار، دل آزارنمودار، نگہ ہمسر شمشیر، مژہ ترکش پر تیر، سر زلف گرہ گیر، دل خلق کی زنجیر، جبیں نور کی تصویر، وہ رخ شمس کی تنویر، زباں شہد بیاں شیر، نظر روح کی اکسیر... دہن غنچہء خاموش، سمن برگ بر دوش، سخن بحر گہر جوش، بدن سرو قبا پوش، چھڑی گل کی ہم آغوش، وفا رحم فراموش، ہر اک آن ستم کوش... عجب حسن دل آرا، نہ کبھی مہر نے دیکھا، نہ کبھی ماہ نے دیکھا، نہ کسی فہم میں آیا، نہ تصور میں سمایا، وہ نظر مجھ کو جو آیا، مجھے حسن اپنا دکھایا، دل نے اک جوش اٹھایا،جی نے سب ہوش اڑایا، سر کو پاؤں پہ جھکایا، اشک آنکھوں سے بہایا، اس نے جب یوں مجھے پایا، یہ سخن ہنس کے سنایا، کہ تو ہے عاشق شیدا، لیکن عاشق نہیں پیدا، ہووے تجھ پریہ ہویدا... کہ اگر ہم کو تو چاہے یا محبت کو نباہے، نہ کبھی غم سے کراہے، نہ کسی غیر کو چاہےنہ کبھی گل کی طرف دیکھ، نہ سنبل کی طرف دیکھ، نہ بلبل کی طرف دیکھ... نہ بستاں پہ نظر کر، نہ گلستاں میں گذر کر، چھوڑدے سب کی مودت، ہم سے رکھ دل کی محبت،ایسے میں ہم بھی تجھے چاہیں، تجھ سے الفت کو نباہیں، ہیں یہی چاہ کی راہیں، گر یہ مقدور تجھے ہو، اور یہ منظور تجھے ہو، تو نظیر آج سے تو چاہنے والا ہے ہمارا

Apa Shamim ki aik baat

Zindagi main kisi ki kahi - koi choti si baat saari zindagi sahara deti rehti hai

Ye 2005 ki baat thi - Khala ka Pakistan se phone aaya ke baRi pareshan hun, milne aa jao. Unke bete ki tabiyat zaroorat se zyada kharab rehne lagi thi aur ab to rozana hi mirgi ke dore paRte the. Koi dawaii kaam nahi kar rahi thi. Doctors keh rahe the ab aakhri harba dimag ki surgery reh gai hai. Main Pakistan chala gaya. Pehli subah khala se milne pauncha toh khala peeche dewRi main khare ilaqe ke khusre (apa shamim)  se batain ker rahi thi. 

Apa Shamim se meri purani shanashi thi. Jab tak Pakistan main raha, aur jab khala ke ghar jata,  ghanto baith ke apa shamim se batain kerta - woh mujhe Pakistan main transgenders ki zindagi se wabasta nai nai kahaniaN sunati. Unke masail batati. Mere liye woh aik nai duniya thi. Apa shamim mujhe dekh kar bari khush hui, sir pe haath phera, bari duwain di. Phir khala ko dekh kar kaha:

"Achha bibi ab chalti hun. Tum pareshan na ho. Kaun jaane ye zindagi, kisi dusri zindagi ka bas aik khawab hi ho".

Apa shamim chali gai -  magar un ki yeh baat yaad reh gai. Ab bhi zindagi main koi pareshani aati hai to Aap shamim ka jumla sahara ban jaata hai - Apa shamim aaj bhi hayat hain. Ghar wale batate hain ab bhi yaad kerti hain - Sochta hun ke is se pehle ye khawab jesi zindagi tamam ho, aik baar apa shamim se mil aun.

(My cousin Nasru (here) died few months later. His death was a huge jolt to me as it left a guilt that I was unable to pursue him and his family for neurosurgery. My father was very attached to him and firmly believed that his soul frequented our home as he probably committed suicide and those souls stay around - as he always seek refuge in our house if ever disturbed. God bless all souls)

Fractured souls

 I have seen three versions of the classic of Agatha Christie's "Murder on the Orient Express" and I believe the new release is the best so far.

I don't think all of these quotes are originally present in the book. Some are added in the movie by the script writers. (My favourites from the movie). Last four are original for sure.

 “Wine is where the devil finds his darlings.”

“To a man with only a hammer every problem is a nail.”

 “Crime is an anomaly. Murder is a fracture of the soul.”

 “The scales of justice cannot always be equally weighed.”

“Because it’s how connected we are as human beings, how one horrific event affects many lives.”

"poison of deep grief.”

“I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash.”

“The happiness of one man and one woman is the greatest thing in all the world.”

“If you confront anyone who has lied with the truth, he will usually admit it - often out of sheer surprise. It is only necessary to guess right to produce your effect.”

“But I know human nature, my friend, and I tell you that, suddenly confronted with the possibility of being tried for murder, the most innocent person will lose his head and do the most absurd things.”


Trailer here 

Muhabbat ki galat fehmi

Insaan baRa naadan hai - woh aksar apne piyar ki shiddat se hi apne piyare (loved one) ko nuqsan pauncha raha hota hai - aur woh is gumaan main rehta hai - ke - us ke piyar ki shiddat aik achha jazba hai