august Guftgu

to  tell  a  lie  is  a  negative  art, it  reveals  negative  side  of  the  teller, he  may  conceal  facts, or  twist  the  reality  or  present  the  truth  in deceptive  manner  misleading  others  to  his  ulterior  motive,  his  associates  and  friends  soon realise  such  a  person is  unreliable, ultimately he  is  surrounded  with misfortune  , his  character  is  weak , to  hide  his  cowardliness he  invents  tales  to impress  others, but  in the  end  he  is fated  to  be  doomed, 

Fun E Zaiqa Aftyari special

for  the  faithful  fasting  muslims  in this  edition   of  ramzan al mubarak  special  aftyaris  are  presented--
mango  rice
pakodas  and  more  pakodas
hot  samosas
chicken egg  rolls
sandwich  squares
kerry  ka  achar
mango  lassi
khushbudar  korma
tarbooz  ka  juice
fruit  salad--this  wide  range  is  given , all  or  one or  choicest   dish  can be  easily  produced  at  home  for  family  and  self

August Pakeeza Anchal

ramzan al mubarak is  most  opportune  time  to  celebrate  life  of  purity, prayers  of  the  faithful  are  accepted, bringing  more  good  fortune, prosperity   and  peace  of  mind  to  the  practitioner, hoping  all  would  benefit  from it,  stories  and  special  aftyariyan  special  are  presented  

from previous--

in that  polluted  kerachi  busy  street, she  stood  watching  the  city   from the  bridge  when someone  called  out  and  younger   sister  in law  ran  to  hug  her  old  classmate  w, they  were  meeting  each other  after  ages, they  all go  with the  friend  to her  place  near by  where  the  naval residential  area  was  situated,  unbelieveable  she  thought  , what  a  picturesque sight  it  was  in that  otherwise  noisy  polluted  city

from previous--

as  aram lay  on her  seat  atretched  in the  train homewards her  daughters  made  a  noise  asking  impatiently  when they  would  see  darya -e -sindh, nazhat  placing  her  own little  fat  pumpkin of  an infant  son  spoke  to  them all as  childishly  as  she  was  just  twenty to  just  wait  a  few  more  minutes and  they  would  pass  the  river

Farmanbardar

aram  was  married  , she  was  happy  before  her  marriage  because  she  had  believed  she  would  only  shift  upstairs   and  remain there  amidst  her  relatives  not  aware  that  her  disciplined  husband  nayman after  marriage  would  take  her  to  live  in some  place  like  a barrack  where  she  would  be  alone  all day  in kerachi

Ap Ke Masail

a  reader seeks  advice  how  to  solve  their  problem-they  are  four  sisters and  two  brothers, all siblings  are  in bad  condition, weak  thin  starving  and  financially  poorly, every  time  they  meet  their  relatives  from mother's  side  they  fall  ill, they  can not  eat  much  and  do  not  know  how  to  improve  their  life, 

from previous--

very  young attractive  and  beautiful mah rukh--a well bred   arabian  horse  --choice  of  two  men--one  human  one  beast--prefering  beast  over  a  human  was  decided  by  them  who  were  drunk  by  the  corrupt  luxuries  of  life, the  values  of  life  were  forgotten and  discarded, she  sat  next  to daud mertaza  , shimmering  in black  dress, her  silken hair  framing  her  creamy  rose  coloured  face, he  asked  her  if  she  regreted leaving  haris kiryani , her  venemous  smile  in answer  satisfied  him 

Bheeghi Palkon Per

her  extremely  bright  shining  eyes sparkled  , he  came  closer  , his  arms  were  folded  at  his  chest  and  he  smiled  at  her  softly  looking  at  her  intense  eyes  that  had  attracted  him  , spellbound  he  was  pulled  by  their  magnetism and  stood  there ,watching  innumerable  tiny  lamps  of  love  illuminated  in her  eyes

Rah Ke Deep

saba  murad  was  no  beauty, she  was  not  extraordinary  , she  was  not  that  attractive  nor  was  she  outstanding  in any  way, but  her  hair  were  long  like  a  fountain  gushing, but  she  kept  her  hair  tied  in a  untidy  bun

Tum Mere Sath Raho

then naved  remarked  in a  bitter  tone  that  what  did  rawa  expect  from him ..to  build  a  monument  for  her, a  palace  like  the  taj for  her,  they  could  not  live  there  forever, if  only  she  had  some  money  with her, they  would  try  use  it, at  this  she  took out  her  cash  and  jewellery  she  had  hidden  and  brought  with her, his  tone  changed  to  honey  sweet

from amanat

berhan was  sitting  in a  cheap  third  rate  hotel  having his  breakfast, shadows  of  sorrows  painted  an  expression of  deep  worry  on his  face, he  was  thinking  if  he  had  informed  his  mother  he  could  never  have  come ,he  had  no  right  to  be  with them because  he  proved  a  failure  , he  was  no help  to  his  sisters,  and  he  had  no  strength to  change  the  dictates of  his  father, so  now  all he  must  do was  to  decide  what  to  take  next  course  and  what  his  destination was

Amanat

doctor  meher  jan was  very  busy, she  was  answering  phone  calls , one  after  another, it  was  her  seventh  one  , just  had  she  put  the  cradle  back  when it  rang  up  again,  her  assistant  doctor  naz  was  on line , there  was  an emergency  case  brought , the  man was  brought  by his  family and  needed  the  doctor , meher  jan said  was  the  patient"s  daughter  missing,  naz  was  dumbfounded, but then meher jan continued, she  was  busy  and  was  not  arriving, she  was  a  neuro  surgeon ,and  the  man must  be  sent  to  an asylum

Fun E Zaiqa

monsoon  brings  better  appetite  with it,  new  interesting  home  cooked  recipes  easy  to  look and  cook are--  suji halwa, 
bean halwa
mango  chutney
bhindi gosht
parcha  kebabs
kerry  pudding
handi kofta
smoked  lamb  josh --
try  the  dishes  , enjoy  them , share  them with  family  friends  and  yourself

TV Bachon Ko Mota Karta Hai?

a  research conducted  says  television is  a  digital bay  -a  family member  that  is  surrounded  by  watchers, children who  tend  to  watch  more  TV  are  turning  fat  and  as  a  result  catching  more  diseases  at  an early  age

from previous--

she  observed  just  a  few  more  hours  and  then the  new  day  of  dreaded  sixteenth  would  dawn, she  decided  she  must  pack  up  her  bags, she  heard  someone  laugh  at  her  outside,  the  noise  grew   manifolds  in volume, why  did  se  not  change ,all  her  efforts  were  wasted, why  was  all this  happening to  her  , why  was  life  treating  her  like  this, mechanically  she  kept  on packing  angry  at  herself

from previous--

crying  is  an  art, she thought, she  may  have  not  learnt  anything  in all those  years  but  certainly  she  developed  the  art  of  crying, it  is  a  rare  talent, not  every one  can learn it, natural  ability  and  aptitude  is  necessary, it  also  needs  someone  who  cares  for  you  before  who  one  can  really  openly  cry    his inside  out, but  there  was  noone  for  her  to  care  for, she  cared  for  nobody, all  around  her  were  uncaring  indifferent  people  but  she  had expertise  in her  talent  she  had  picked  up  of  crying

Ek Thi Masahal

she  looked  at  the  white  calendar  on the  wall, it  was  fifteenth, the  next  day  was sixteenth,  circled  and  highlighted  with  red, upsetting  her  mind  , she  goes  back  into  the  past  , the  day  and  date  would  swallow her , why  did  did  she  not  die  whe  she  was  born, it  was  her  birth day, sixteenth  was  the  next  day her  birthday  a  curse  of  her  

life

from previous--

ariba  was  in her  room, siara  comes  in to  inform her  shamsher  ali  had  come  to  see  his  sisters-it  was an excuse  to  see  saira  and  tajur  but  it  was  her  whom  he  really  wanted  to  meet, tajur  was  in the  washroom , and  saira  had  no  time  to  entertain guests, nervously  ariba  opens  and  shuts  the  drawers  of  the  corner bed  then thinking  if  tausif  ahmed suddenly  came  home  and  saw  shamsher  ali  how  would  he  react, she  quickly  goes  out  to  see  shamsher  ali  who  was  accompanied  by  tausif  and  both were  casually   stepping  into  the  room

from previous--

ariba   asks  shamsher  ali  to  send  tajur  with them to  stay  with them , where  she  could  study  further  , saira  could  as  before  teach  her, saira  was  better  and  tajur  needed  some  comapany  and  security, shamsher  agreed  , he  closed  his  eyes  his  problem was  solved

from previous--

ariba   came  to  see  shamsher  ali  , who  ordered  tajur  to  get  tea  for  them all, saira  also  was  there  to specially  express   her  gratitude, he  had  donated  blood  to  her  , after  all this  made  them bond  like  brother  and  sister,  

Mere Khwab Lauta Do

shamsher  ali  was  worried,  he  was  under  great  mental presure  , how  long  could  he  keep  an  eye  on tajur,  he  was  not  even  going  to  work,  he  must  find  a  way  out  of  this  problem,  if  mother  was  present   she  would  know  how  to  deal  with this, or  tajur  must  be  sent  home  

from previous--

one  day  he  returned  home  to  find  her  changed, she  looked  good, dressed  up  properly, in nice  clean clothes, welcomed  him home, showed  her  happiness, food  was  cooked  well, it  was  served  on time, it  tasted  good, she  wore  a  smile  , she  even repaired  his  broken button , and  stitched  new  one, ironed  his  shirt  , his  house  seemed  home  , if  this  goes  on forever  life  would  be  so  comfortable 

from previous--

one  day  mother  advised  her  to  take  care  of  herself, take  care  of  him, to  keep  things  in  proper order, not  waste  things, improve  her  looks, her  behaviour, change  her  attitude, show  more  interest  in life  itself, life  is  unpredicatable,be  more  positive  as  long  as  one  is  given a  chance  to  live  use  it, putting  the  things  in proper  places  , arrange  the  decor, welcome   good fortune, mother  then  lectured  on how  to  use  things  she  had  in different  ways  without  wasting  them

from previous--

he  thought  that  she  was  indifferent  , never  observed  how  he  felt, his  tired   exhausted    body  returned  home  every  day  from work, his  sweaty  shirt  with  broken buttons, his  dust  filled  hair, his  worried  eyes, his  face  showing  he  had  problems  in mind, all she  wanted  was  his aattention , her  gaze  fixed  on his  pocket, defining  responsibilities  as  her  choicest  shopping, wasting  things  and  throwing  money  around, taking  her  out  and  being  present  at  her  beck and  call

Shikayat Dot Com

what  is  love   just  a  chameleon  changing  colours, she  felt  in her  new  house  he  had  changed, his  love for  her  had  changed, it  was  his  habit  of  forgetting  small things  but  now  it  was  turning  chronic, , intentions  , tone words   all  were  changed  , his  entire  personality  had  changed  , and  without  his  love  there  was  no  life  for  her

Jadugarni

the  bride  had  arrived, it  was  late  in the  night, the  women surrounded  the  new  bride, they  could  not  wait  till the  morning  to  see her  face, some  were  relatives  others  were  neighbours, all  of  them gathered  to admire  the  beauty  of  the  bride    to  raise  her   pride  high  and  unsettle  her  mental  balance, she  was  declared  shahu"s  bride--married  to  shahnawaz    the  bride  was  given the  title--shahu"s  bride, but  not  a  single  one  of them gave  her  money  , no  gift  , no  token of  love, no blessings  just  speeches  and   useless praises  

Hum Sadah Hi Aise They

again  the  grandmother  missed  mah noor, she  forced  artaza  to  bring  her  that  moment  to  meet  her, he  said  may  be  it  was  a  sudden  breaking  of  her  fountain of  love  for  mah noor  but  it  was  not  the  right  time  it  broke  out  , one  must  watch one"s  steps  before  going  to  others  houses  unannounced  on wrong times  , grandmother  was  free  but  perhaps  mahnoor  was  busy

from previous--

saira  calls  her elder  sister  rajya   who  was  also  her  sister in law  to  ask  what  was  laibah  hiding  from her,  rajya  asked  saira  to  leave  the  room , though  saira  was  the  natural mother  but  she  had  failed  to  win her  daughter's  faith,  rajya   asked  what  was  the  matter, laiba  showed  her  her  diary  , full of  urdu  poets  poetry  and  couplets  she  had  written herself, rajya  admired her  compositions  and  said  there  was  no  reason to  hide  her  diary, all girls kept  such  diaries, but  laiba  feared  her  mother  who  had  no  time  to  understand her, shamefacedly  saira  enters  the  room , she  had  heard  it   all  out  , from the  begining  to  the  end , she  tries  to  make  friends  with her  own daughter

from kacchi kaliyan

saira  and  rajya  were real  sisters   and  also married  to  two  brothers thus  sisters  in law, but  rajya  knew  saira"s  nature  was  rough  and  impatient , that  made  laibah   fear  her , like  a  good  daughter  laiba  wanted  to  share  her  feelings  with saira  but  she  would  in a  moment  turn annoyed  , the  gap  between them had  widened

from previous--

seargent  hamid  was   extremely  tired  of  dancing the  twist , in those  days   the  twist  was  not  adopted  fully  by  the  society  but  in some posh hotels  and  clubs    it  was  fashionable  and  acceptable  to  have  some  rounds  of  it, 

from previous--

sheila  decided  to  go  on , she   sped  off  as  fast  as  she  could,  rising  dust  and  nightfall, nasrin had  said  the  road  led  directly  to  a  guava  grove, but  this  one  finally  emerged  into  a  proper  road, she  stopped  her  car , there  was  enough  fuel, a  car"s  headlights  were  visible   , the  car  came  closer , sheila  got  out  and  asked  the  directions  to  janakpur, the  cultured  voice   informed  her  she  had  come the  wrong way, going  back  the  same  route  will definitely  confuse  her  , and  giving  her  other  set  of  confusing  guide  lines  will  not  help her  , so  he  turned  his  car in the  direction he  had  come  and  asked her  to  follow , he  politely  said  it  was  no problem 

from previous--

sheila  drove  her  car  into  the  field  , it  was  a  dusty  track  for  the  cattle  and  carts  drawn by  them, so  narrow  she feared  if  one  approached  from the  other  side  where  would  she  stop  to  give  them a  pass, both  sides  of  the  drive  were  high  grown  thorny  bushes, she  could  not  even turn her  car, before  starting  her   trip  she  had  refused  to  take  her  driver  with her  to  nasrin"s  place

Bechari

it  was  dusk, , soon it  will be  night  fall, sheila   suddenly  realised  she  had  taken  a  wrong  turning,  she  was  invited  by  her  friend  nasrin to  her  place  to  spend  the  vacation,  in janakpur  ,  nasrin was  the  daughter  of  the  jagirdar, and  the  directions  she  gave  were  easy  , only  two  hours  drive 

from previous--

it  was  four , time  to  close  the  bar, jerry  apologetically  announced  he  must  leave,  Mac  wanted  to know  why  did  the  killer  shoot  the  man, perhaps  they knew  each  other  , or  had  an  argument, or  whatever,  he  could  go on talking  , but  it  was  time  to  close  the  bar, it  was   tuesday  night  gone  onto wednesday morning , the  rules  must  be  followed, only  on weekends  the  bar  closed  by  five

from previous--

jerry  wanted  to  go  home  and  sleep, he  was  tired,  for  so many  days  he  had  told  and  retold  and  repeated  the  story  how  he  had  witnessed a  man killing  a  customer,  but  this  Mac  was  showing  keen interest, he  even asked  leading  question  -where  was  the  killer  standing, the  position  of  the  victim, his questions  were spontaneous  and  made  jerry   get  interested  in telling  him all about  it, he  even in a  secretive  tone  told  him he  happened  to  find  a  globe  like    tissue  role  the  next  day  cleaning  up  the  mes, a  new  carpet replaced  the  previous  one, he  had  wiped  up  all the  glasses  and  kept  them   neatly  on the  rack, perhaps  erasing  the  fingerprints  of  the  killer  on his  glass, yes  he  would  recognize  him anytime  and  he  was  the  only  eye  witness who could identify him, though the  killer  does  not  know  of  it  because  there  were  others  besides him

from previous-

the  new comer  invited  jerry  to  have  a  drink  of  his  choce  with him  because  he  said  he  came from another  city, during   their  drinks  jerry  noticed  his  customer  was  rich, Mac  asked  him  what  had  happened  some  days  ago  in that  bar, , it  was  a  soot  out, a  customer  was  shot  at, five  bullets  were  found  in his  body, and  others  ran  away, only  jerry  was  standing  near  by  holding  the  drinks  he  was  serving, the  killer   put  down his  pistol on the  counter  and  left  like  in the  movie  Godfather

from previous--

jerry  invited  the  nervous  looking  customer  in, the  bar  was  open till four, but  there  was  no  customer  , the  last  one  had  just  left  after  the  supervisor  did,  the  rich  customer  came  in and  ordred  a  drink  and  invited  jerry  to  have  one  with him for  he  would  pay the  bill, he  was  alone, and  bored  and  did  not  enjoy  the  drink  without  a  good  talk,   jerry  pors  a  expensive  drink  for  himself  and  sits  down to  talk, he  was  a  very  open  minded  person who  loved  gossiping

from previous--

jerry  was  a  bartender, experienced  and  worked  there  for  many  years, it  was  a  working  day  not  a  weekend,  he  planned  to  go  home  by  two  if  his  last  customer  left  , jerry  asked  his  supervisor  if  he wanted  to  go  home  it  was   allright  , because  he  was  doing  the  dishes  and  arranging them in racks  after  the  party was  over, just  one  customer  was  left, and  jerry  would  after  finishing  his  work  wind  up  and  shut  the  bar  and  go  home  and  sleep, the  supervisor  was  relieved  and  left  and  the  last  customer  also  silently  got  up  and  left  , jerry  was  happy  he was  free, when at  that  moment   a  rich  wealthy  looking  man stood  on the  door step

Akhiri Gahak

it  was   late  night  , the  time  was  around  quarter  to  two, the  bar  was  still open, just  one  customer  sat  silently  sipping  his  drink, the  rule  was  to  close  the  bar  down on weekends  by  five  AM and  on week  days  by  four,  the  supervisor  and  the  bartender  were  the  only  staff  remaining , all  others  had  left

from previous--

it  was  laibah"s  duty  to  make  tea  and  serve  it  to  all in the  evening, but  now  it  was  so  late, she  had not  come  out  of  her  room so  finally  saira  laibah's  mother  decided  to  call her, she  called  out  laibah"s  name so  many  times  yet  she  did  not  emerge  from her  room, so  saira  entered  the  room to  see laibah surrounded  and  hiding  suddenly  something  , angrily  saira  asked  what  was  it

from previous--

laibah, laibah, called  out  saira  so  many  times, but  laibah  was  sitting  surrounded  with her  books  ,  suddenly  she  hid  something   amidst  the  books  and  answered  sairah,, that  she  was  so  busy  she  did  not  hear  her  calling  her,  sairah had  noticed  laibah  hiding  something

Kacchi Kaliyan

mothers  asks  what  worries  you  dear
what  fire  burns  you  inside
these are  the  days  of  enjoy  and  play
but  you   stay from the  world  away

from previous--

abbas  felt    so  happy  that  she  had  seen him and  recognised  him, that  he  had  failed  to  make  a  good  impression  on her  as  a  politician  did  not  matter,  but  she  began an  argument  directly  speaking to  hayat  but  aiming  at  him that  it  was  her  honest  duty  and  job  to  expose  all  corrupt  and  useless  politicians, hayat  hushed  her  up  in a  warm friendly  familiar  manner  , both  smiled  at  each other  and  she  left  them together   to  discuss   their  childhood  

from previous--

sheherzad  entered  the  office, she  worked  with  afaq  hayat  , a  famous  anchor  of  asman  and  haqiqat  channels  , she  had   recognised  muhammed  abbas  as  the  son of  a  politician father  , who  recently  were  exposed  by  her  , they  had  called  a  press  briefing , according  to  her  the  father  spoke  more  than his  son  standing  behind  him , though  it  was  his  inaugurating  

from previous--

is  it  a  fact  that  one  can fall in love  at  fist  sight, muhammed  asked  his  friend  afaq, who  said  of  course, he  himself  had  experienced  at  least   five  loves  at  first  sight, now  his  fiance  farnin did  not  allow  him to  make  any  more  first  sights,  or  it  was  so  natural, straightening himself  up  he  looked  critically  and  more  closely  at  his  friend  and  asked  if  he was  in love, at that  moment  there  was  a  knock at  their  office  cabin

Ghar To Akhir Apna Hi

muhammed  abbas  goes  to  meet  his  childhood  friend  who  was familiar  with is  each  and  every  nerve, to  ask  him why  did he  feel the  way  he  did  recently, unreasonably  happy  to  think  of someone  who  was  a  total  stranger  to him, his  friend  afaq  hayat  said  it  was  madness

Asli Naqli

barbara  was  very  clever, she  wanted  to  be  rich , she  had  a  plan, if  she  used  her  manicured  fingers  , with  nails  painted  to  temper  with the  money machine  she  could  be  caught  by  the  higher  ups, what  she  did  was  to  steal  loose  change  not  from the  cashier box  , but  from the  clients  who  had  no  time  to  count  the  change, she  would  scatter  the  coins  , ranging  from one  cent  to  ten cents  in such  a  way the  hurrying  clients  did  not  bother  to  count  , worried more  about  getting  over  with it  , they  would  quickly  pick  the  amount  and  leave

from previous--

robina"s  parents  had  filed  a  report  with police  some  days  ago  of  their  daughter  robina  who  was  missing,  they  were  called  to  identify  the  dead  body, the  parents  looked  at  her  and  said  it  was  not  their  daughter , she  had  her  name  tattooed  when she  was  small on her  left  wrist  when she  had  gone  to  attend  a  local fair  with friends

from previous--

as  the  poor  father  of  rozy  sat  discussing  his  daughter  who  was  not  willing  to  see them a  body  was  found  near  the  bus  station,  , with some  letters  , identifying  her  as  robina, the  letters  mentioned  majid--rozy"s  husband, the  police  officer  called  the  husband  and  scattered  before  them were  the  dead  woman's  pictures  , shouted  majid  that  she  was  his  beloved  robina, though  the  face  was  destorted