-suddenly rahat stood still like a statue, something was the matter with him, shehzad turned to come to stand near him, shehzad had been walking faster, rahat was looking in the direction of the car parking where a white long sleek car had just arrived like a lovely new bride attractive and desirable by all admirers, an elderly woman got down who was dressed in white that enhanced her mature yet attractive structure how youthful blissful and blessedly young stay the rich with a luxurious life and nothing much to do, she was still healthy , but that was nit what rahat was looking at, it was the most gorgeous young girl who also in a white dress got down , delicate ethereal like an angel, shehzad "s heart began throbbing faster then skipped a beat and he also turned to stare at her like rahat, he had alsywas described her underestimating her , what a stunning beauty she was
-both were long time friends and just now come to crafton to spend tome together , they had just been declared winners and bestowed their blackbelts in judo ,, the sun set was spectacular and sightseers were thronging, the old and the young, women and girls, men and young boys, , both shehzad and rahat also were present watching the sky line, ,they had been to the spot two years ago also and now the only change they noticed was the veil missing from women, it used to decorate them specially it was part and parcel of south asian dresses, but now jeans and western look had become global look, women wore more western than eastern traditional,
-with its own hands culture began killing itself
-funerals of manners were taken out in processions
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-this is so apt these days as every one seems participating in rat race of modernism , but every one has his eyes shut not looking where they are going, some are following others , others have just been dragged into the herd, but as a singer actor oscar awardee says soon the world will be taken over by wi fi and net virtual , users are losing interest in the real world, not showing interest in listening at all, they are just losing themselves in pictures that attract them, respect for decency and love for life is choking , dying is tradition, urdu represents beauty of life, lifestyle, culture and manners, ine can come alive again with urdu , cultivate your minds with urdu, language speech and respect for dignity is urdu understood
-o my destroyer do not ask me any more
-some names in secrecy can not be mentioned here
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-amazing is the voice tone of this image of dignity
-like a flame ot burns poking others conscience
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-like sharp knives are sharpened all around us
-pain of the entire world has settled in our heart
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-perhaps this is called love for beloved
-fire of passion is ablaze in both hearts
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-he is nestled like a tear in the eye damp
-odd it is that they reside in home of erasing water
-sonia offered to cook mutton biryani for the newly wedded couple arriving that evening to dine with them, but mother refused for sonia was also over worked and over tired, exams also nearing, sonia still was unmarried and it was not her responsibility to cook feats for others, it was her life of freedom till she was married, she must enjoy her singlehood in the truest sense , mothers are dutifully bound to manage home affairs
-examinations were approaching, extra coaching classes were giving them extra attention, every day she returned home tired, today also she kept her bag and went to the washroom, when she came out freshened up her tea was there waiting for her, sipping it she felt all her exhaustion evaporate, what a blessing a good hot cup of tea was , emptying it she goes to the kitchen to rinse her cup, her mother was soaking meat packets , curious she asked what was cooking, mutton biryani, parya and her husband were arriving to dine with them
-wedding da was almost over head , approaching quickly, it was priya getting married and afya beghum was so drained out over worked, doing her job, shopping , family , house and indoors and outdoors and social , everything was her responsibility, that evening also she was so tired , financially worried when she returned from shopping , she collapsed in her bed, not mustering enough energy to get up to get herself lemon juice poor sonia had left ready in the fridge to drink when she needed it, she tried to get up but exhaustion and worries pulled her back , finally samira came to her rescue, she brought the jug of lemonade with two empty glasses on a tray , serving one to her she poured the second for herself and sat down to talk comfortably , times had changed but pakistani women had not, afya still remained glued up in the era of 1950s , looking at her samira felt she was meeting a vintage woman with that vintage old fashioned thinking and bent of mind
-it was like entering a dream world, amazing life of university is, floating seems life and life becomes so much magic in the university, she took some time to gather herself , her senses restored she focused on her studies, till one day faiz collided with her, annoyed on her cousin who had taken such a long time to notice her, she had changed, gained more confidence and attitude faiz thought, saba had grown lovelier
-merely two weeks before the marriage of priya arrived from toronto sikander;s cousin with her son , she had one real brother who lived in australia and a sister who was in islamabad so she came to spend time in kerachi with them all, working in a gym she was a very attractive woman
-afya believed god will help and no other can ever do it , the doors of destiny did open suddenly when her appa who was like a mother to her informed she had only a couple of months ago joined a committee for ten thousand monthly and on the third draw her number had brought her four lacs she could take and play and pay for the rest of the months on her behalf , how warm mothers and motherly love is , comforting and giving security
-sikander offered afya his bank balance around one lac she could use, she was ashamed suddenly, it was not her aim to fetch his attention like this, she knew they were saving it for a reason from his pension, she just had a habit of discussing every thing she had on her mind with him only because children were self centered and useless and could not listen to them patiently ,she believed god would open some doors and she will find a solution so certain she was
-afya no longer spent enough time looking at her self in the mirror, sometimes for weeaks she could not get a moment of leisure , she would hurriedly in the morning before leaving for school rubbed her lip stick mechanically , not even bothering to see the result, spreading out a lump of cream on her face and neck , but sikander still admired her so appreciatively, was it really her beauty or his own eyes full of love for beauty
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koris reached his coach and got in, going back the same route they had come back to the hotel, when the coach left koris was still there as the jeep gave his a signal , both drove off talking about rustoff who was a master of disguise and was not there, the dancer had hinted he was to perhaps give details of future flights, routes and dates of secret mission flights because they already know everything about the pilots and the aircraft
-he silently parked his jeep on the dark corner round the building waiting for koris to emerge , peeping over the outer wall he saw a policeman was playing the security guard checking each and every person entering the building , he waited as koris was checked and allowed to go in, it was a long wait, he got tired, the waiting stretched longer all sorts of fears entered his head, these russians were capable of doing anything , perhaps rustoff had not liked conversing with koris and killed him, thrown his body in the yard , he thought of scaling the wall to follow koris when koris was seen coming out
-the question was if koziz had passed on the information he had gathered on the secret aircraft mission to anyone if he did to who did he give that information, the next night koris took a horse chariot to reach the bar where he had an appointment with rustoff , who else could be interested in him and making secret films of him, following him silently in the dark switching off his jeep lights he saw koris reach his destination, asking the coach driver to wait ,
-on the third night he returned and looked fatigued and depressed, falling down on a arm chair, as it was thought he had been filmed when he was with the dancer in their private moments , he could not find the reason she filmed them together, but he was meeting someone in the evening and was sure to find out what they wanted him to do for them , perhaps kosziz also committed suicide for this reason that he was also captured in her camera
-then he asked if he had noticed something and anything unusual in the room, sipping his coffee he replied he had in fact seen on the chevel mirror set a face cream on which was still a piece of half burnt cigarette, it could have gone unnoticed if it was not showing a russian brand not smoked by them and he swore someone was present till he arrived
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well , jack began explaining perry was needed there becaue any local would get himself personally involved in the case and perry woild not be obliged to take sides, koziz was a married man and he got himself interested in the cabret dancer, the wife was very annoyed, perry could play the hound in this game because he was aquainted with rustoff, who liked a belly dancer brought into the scene by the turkish national security to get more socially interactive with the CIA agents working there, first rustoff came into her contact and then koziz, all of them were linked to the same secret mission for which the air craft was being used
--perry was a detective and knew about the air craft that crashed on the mountains , the secret mission of CIA was using it to spy on the russian soil, jack declared thos was gossip juicy enough for some magazine ,but who was koziz and what was the matter with him, what was he doing with a dancer perry curiously wanted to know about them
-jack was a CIA agent and perry a detective both were sent to investigate the reasons of the air craft that crashed down within two minutes of take off, perry wanted to shave first but on jack"s insisting that nobody had bothered to shave since the crash , nobody would be interested in his looks and he will mingle with the rest made perry feel better, who quickly asked curiously of the air craft belonged to the secret u do mission, jack turned to look at him from the corner of his eye, what exactly did he know of the secret mission
-jack was a c i a agent , with mixed streaks he inherited from his irish and welsh parentage, he grew up in south wales, he was sent to investigate at zero ground the cause of the crash from ankara, he saw perry getting down last from the plane that just landed , not met before he guessed he must be the detective sent from the head quarters, but the manner of his dressing style revealed him, , black suited the young man, both were same age group and set off in the jeep to reach the site,
-it was a two engined air craft that rose in the sky taking off as the air controller in the monitored the flight that was just a spec on the radar, within two minutes the staff sergent felt there was something wrong with the air craft because it should have turned by now towards ankara,, he tried to establish contact with the pilot but he failed, , soon after the air craft crashed on the mountain range and the final words of the pilot were registered calling may day may day on the controller"s mind
-nawab nasiruldin hyder:s beghum was tajmehel beghum, who had two sons, maulvi mir mehdi hasn mahir and maulvi azghar hasn fakhar just returned from karbala, in lucknow they began arranging every day mushairas followed by feast so lavish that it was a status symbol to be present there, it was then that fakhar got a brilliant idea of granting ten ripee scholarship to anyone who joined his courses
-he had aged and painfully old, financially weak, irritable and his nature had become impatient, and intolerant, where ever and when ever he attended poetic sessions mushairas he arued with the younger generation who also stubbornly refused to accept his expressions, slowly he faded away in the social oblivion unnoticed
-everything was the same , just the same, the township of rampur, its streets, the map, the culture , the court, but jalal could not go on without having his old associates around, dagh and other dignitaries all were absent, the court echoed with his own scenes of past memories paining him , he could not take it any longer and replaced himself with his son mir mehdi kamal and left rampur
-for very long time both the new nawab who was the host and the invited guest jalal were engrossed in discussing old memories , sighing and getting sentimental, expressing what good old days they were till the reign of the nawab khal ashyan after which the decline began which was certain for the intellectual drought that settled in the starving minds in poetic language and literature, jalal was persuaded to join the nawab:s court for sixty rupees monthly allowance
-one door gets shut to open seventy more somewhere, the new nawab of rampur was nawab hamid ali khan who had only then arrived in lucknow and when he heard of jalal also was present around he became reminiscent of his past particularly of his father and forefathers who were known to jalal and in their courts he attended many poetic conferences arguing with dagh and other dignitaries alike catching words , thoughts and meters used in their compositions, so jalal was invited to meet the new nawab
-he did not attempt to copy dagh:s style of writing and instead he chose to compose in his own original manner, jalal mixed the love of sufi thought with the love for a beloved with black long tresses producing such matchless couplets that just brushed others aside-
-o! Lord ! your sorrows bring death and separation
-beloved also reaches with not that dignity
-faiz ahmed came to stand by his mother , he strapped his wrist watch and showed he was impatient to leave the house if mother was ready to serve him his hot food, mother knew it was rush hour , all left within minutes of each other and that time she was kept very busy, as she rolled out a paratha flattening it and flipping it in a perfect throw on the hot iron pan , if she was short of time her son was even more eager to get going
-in the lock up that night sitting up aisha recalled her past life sequences, trying to put the pieces tigether , arranging them in proper order as the events happened but the images flashed in her mind in such a disturbed distorted manner she had no control over, a life merely of twenty eight years seemed endlessly long and stretched out for eight hundred years, then laying on the lock up bed she stared at the ceiling trying to remember what exactly was the most disastrous event that happened to her in her life, what experience was most damaging and hurting, a life without her father, or marriage to ahsan sayed, time soent with him in his house, producing a son, or divorcing ahsan sayed
-who all are asking how i was destroyed
-why still i am alive they curiously ask
-what intense sorrow troubling life is
-and friends odd things will remark
-mehsud was a prisoner of life itself, his captivity was loneliness in his room with a window near the ceiling , a door so heavy that he imagined it belonged to a ship, and could not open easily, lots of force was applied to shut and open it, abducted he remained a hot cake with his abductor who supplied and personally saw to his needs, every now and then a boy opened the door to ask what he wanted and disappeared,
-he had always dreamt of his sister 's marriage when he will give her a gift of a small house well furnished where she could live happily ever after after her marriage , not having to beg for food and roof from anyone , leading a life of dignity and quiet , but it seemed a broken dream
-mehsud was talking to himself loud, he had only one sister, token of his parents left in his care, both were strangers to each other standing there a picture of helplessness, she tried to explain death was fixed and one day he would know the truth, reality will reveal itself one day, she ran out of the room not able to turn to see his reaction, he was crying like a child holding his head between his hands clutching it
--pyari wanted to clarify her point , she had known it all along he was fighting with life and death, for her, she also could not swallow even a morsel properly in his that condition, praying for his well being all the time, but he had changed to stone, not showing his affection, not placing a hand of comfort on her head, not consoling her
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mhsud expressed his inner feelings loudly shouting at nobody in particular , as if the world was waiting eagerly for him to die, like vultures they would relish his death, his sister pyari was deeply moved , she was helpless witness to his volcanic eruption of sentiments, he was not ready at all to listen to her, he wanted her to go away from the scene, , she became so frightened , her brother was not who he used to be
-some tears of your memory survived in our eyes
-like travellers confused not passing by
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-smoky dusty surroundings remember you come back
-stars yawning , lamps turning sides
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-illuminations might rob us of our love i fear
-rumour is moons and stars roam over us
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-merciless world can not blow off love flame because
-courage has defeated winds out of wits
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-new wines getting ripened faster , times have changed
-the wise fooling around, the fools become sober
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-unbelievable it is aimless and no mentor
-who were meant to wake the world
-are sleep walking themselves
-they lived nameless a lost life in crowds
-as we in comfort in our own world
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-killing shameless moments all night long
-domestic noise rose early from dusk
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-snapping all ties , relations and chains of sentiments
-loving like a destitute all life long
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-burried deep in the fallen heap of home life treasures
-some ruins remained alive in the cries of the dead
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-ages ago desires were unanswered
-but we lived hoping against hope all life long
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-who writ on hollowed out name plate of the house
-residents of which lived anonymously all life long
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-seasons enraged were not blessing the wanderers
-tested time though remained always close by
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-poets sow the seeds their bleeding thoughts
-to remain alive in books forever more
-when dagh dehlvi was the main poet his magnetism made his listeners revolve round lucknow and rampur which had become synonymous in poetic evolution, hazrat dagh :s shades of thought coloured the mind streams of listeners so strong that jalal first would not think of ever changing the ste up at all but the simplicity of his presentations were so extraordinary that can be seen in the following -
--it is still remembered his coming to stay in sight
-eyes that cant forget is the dream you are
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-their laughter was unstoppable, our tears too
-equal was on both sides the sentiments of each
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-why your eyes lowered hearing the complaints
-to put me to shame you ought to turn bold
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in the new environment jalal did not find any difficulty to get used to it for rampur was a field of creativity and thinkers and it was just perfect to carry on with his poetic nature , all the familiar famous and the known faces also were seen there and surrounded the court inside out but when he reached the court hazrat dagh of delhi was the shining star attracting all listeners to his new style thought and poetry dagh was delhi and delhi was dagh in the truest deepest sense and meaning , their soul was same
-reaching rampur the nawab recalled mir azghar ali and invited him to speak in the court before him, the lines he recited were so impressive that the nawab wonderingly admired the thought and enquired about the writer, when it was known the writer of the lines recited was none other than the son of mir azghar ali he was sent for, jalal was retained in the court for fifty rupees allowance to recite his poetic thoughts and valuable thinking, it was a blessing jalal had got and he broke free from his previous life, this is what he had been missing in life honour of recognition and pleasure to pursue his passion
-the nawab of rampur yusuf ali khan was a lover of poetry and a poet himself whose pen name --naazam- was bestowed upon him by ghalib himself for being the best disciple ever, his poetry and thought pronounced rampur equal to lucknow , whoever visited rampur was sold out , their spirit became collectively united with the natives losing their sense of the worldliness and feeling the sense of belonging there, new topics for courtly intellectual debates echoed inviting more like minded cultured and progressive followers
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motional chains of lucknow were not releasing their grip on him, he could not like others join royal courts to make a living in poetry, he stayed back allowing life to move on at its pace as he practised his family skills in healing , the crowds that gathered surrounding him consisted of distinctively two denominations-real patients and real poets
-then he hesitant and rather gingerly presented his creative lines before him-
-all desirous of whom is my my beloved
-beloved is love who wants me too
-declining after some time they spoke thus
-let him because he is crazy for me
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-like any proud father of a new born son mir sahib shared his views with his wife he wanted his son to grow up in the cultural heritage of lucknow enriched in their poetic thought and sense of polished ettiquettes and be a hakeem like him to carry forward the flame of healing and family and family business in its truest sense, wife laughed out was he not going to pass down his legend like stories are but lucknow was no longer the same lucknow known for stories and poetry and romance , nobody had time to listen to stories, so he would never do that mistake of handing his story to his boys , he would like them to lead a life of dignity by earning a decent living being a hakeem
-lucknow is full of poetry , culture and civilised community, mir sahib entered the room to see his wife , he asked forgiveness , he had to leave her last night, she admired the new born baby boy who looked exactly like his father, mir sahib proudly declared when he was small he looked the same, the new born was his perfect image in small scale, what name should they give him before the six days were over , the father had already thought of it and announced the little boy shall be called mir zaman ali, the happy mother asked if it rhymed with his own name, the father was mir azghar ali a hakeem by profession, he had delightfully rhymed the boy with his elder sibling"s name
--when did the night begin in the noise of wows of encouragements, when the night ended nobody noticed, dawn light still was not properly descended on the earth that the poet returned home , he stepped into the house and he was stopped by the maid who asked him for token money for giving him good news , congratulating him with spreading out her veil for whatever he would throw into it as reward,mir sahib pulled out whatever was in his pockets and without even checking filled her outstretched arms holding the veil, not even asking what the good news was, because when he had left the previous night his wife was ready to bring the child into this world but he had to leave with his intelectual circle on their request
-arslan wanted sajjid to file a report with the police but sajjid believed that could harm the reputation of the lady khanam, as if she was epitome of purity , arslan goes out in search of khanam , in her house a room was lit , someone lay in the bed, it was clear it was a dead body but it was not khanam , arslan saw the face and recognized it , she was the first secretary of khanam, her picture was with om shankar , her body had stiffened , she was killed the previous night
-arslan and shumail lived in their friend"s house after their marriage, after mid night there was a loud knock in the door , who could that be, sajjid khan was standing there asking for khanam who was gone missing, he shifted all the blame oh arslan for accusing her for her bad society that must have hurt her awfully , or like the other five girls she also mysteriously disappeared, so she could not be accused for the girls who all in a similar manner vanished , they all left for work and just never returned , doubting khanam was with arslan he wanted to check the rooms where shumail was introduced as mrs arslan, sajjid had taken directions from the club to reach that place , he left in great rage charging like a beast
-it was like entering a dream world, amazing life of university is, floating seems life and life becomes so much magic in the university, she took some time to gather herself , her senses restored she focused on her studies, till one day faiz collided with her, annoyed on her cousin who had taken such a long time to notice her, she had changed, gained more confidence and attitude faiz thought, saba had grown lovelier
--perry was a detective and knew about the air craft that crashed on the mountains , the secret mission of CIA was using it to spy on the russian soil, jack declared thos was gossip juicy enough for some magazine ,but who was koziz and what was the matter with him, what was he doing with a dancer perry curiously wanted to know about them
-he had aged and painfully old, financially weak, irritable and his nature had become impatient, and intolerant, where ever and when ever he attended poetic sessions mushairas he arued with the younger generation who also stubbornly refused to accept his expressions, slowly he faded away in the social oblivion unnoticed
-mehsud was a prisoner of life itself, his captivity was loneliness in his room with a window near the ceiling , a door so heavy that he imagined it belonged to a ship, and could not open easily, lots of force was applied to shut and open it, abducted he remained a hot cake with his abductor who supplied and personally saw to his needs, every now and then a boy opened the door to ask what he wanted and disappeared,
-the nawab of rampur yusuf ali khan was a lover of poetry and a poet himself whose pen name --naazam- was bestowed upon him by ghalib himself for being the best disciple ever, his poetry and thought pronounced rampur equal to lucknow , whoever visited rampur was sold out , their spirit became collectively united with the natives losing their sense of the worldliness and feeling the sense of belonging there, new topics for courtly intellectual debates echoed inviting more like minded cultured and progressive followers
