Saturday, December 31, 2016

from previous-

-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  

page 8-

-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, 

2017-huma

-with  its  own hands  culture   began killing  itself
-funerals  of  manners  were  taken out  in processions
-
-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

page 189-

-o  my  destroyer  do  not  ask  me  any  more
-some  names  in secrecy  can not  be  mentioned  here
-
-amazing  is  the  voice  tone  of  this image  of  dignity
-like  a  flame  ot  burns  poking  others  conscience
-
-like  sharp  knives  are  sharpened  all around  us
-pain of  the  entire world  has  settled  in our  heart
-
-perhaps  this  is  called  love  for  beloved
-fire  of  passion is  ablaze in both  hearts
-
-he  is nestled like  a  tear  in the  eye damp
-odd  it  is  that  they  reside in home of  erasing  water

from previous-

-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

page 182-

-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

Friday, December 30, 2016

from previous-

-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 

page 177-

-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

Thursday, December 29, 2016

from previous-

-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

from previous-

-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

from previous-

-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 

page 171-

-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  

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

from previous-

-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

from previous-

-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

from previous-

-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  , 

from previous-

-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 

page 151-

-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 

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

from previous-

-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

from previous-

--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

from previous-

-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

from previous-

-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, 

behrupia-

-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

Monday, December 26, 2016

from previous-

-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  

from previous-

-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

from previous-

-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  

from previous-

-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 

from previous-

-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 

page 141-

-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

Sunday, December 25, 2016


page 160-

-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

page 145-

-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

page 143-

-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

Saturday, December 24, 2016

from previous-

-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,

Friday, December 23, 2016

from previous-

-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 

from previous-

-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  

from previous-

--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  

page 135-

-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

from previous-

-some  tears  of  your  memory  survived in our  eyes
-like  travellers  confused  not  passing  by
-
-smoky  dusty  surroundings  remember  you  come  back
-stars  yawning  , lamps  turning  sides
-
-illuminations  might  rob  us  of  our  love i  fear
-rumour  is  moons  and  stars  roam over us
-
-merciless  world  can not  blow  off love  flame because
-courage  has  defeated  winds  out  of   wits
-
-new  wines  getting  ripened  faster  , times  have  changed
-the  wise  fooling  around, the  fools  become  sober
-
-unbelievable it  is  aimless  and  no  mentor
-who  were  meant to  wake  the  world  
-are  sleep walking  themselves

gazlyat-

-they  lived  nameless a  lost  life in crowds
-as  we  in comfort  in our  own  world
-
-killing  shameless  moments all night  long
-domestic  noise rose  early  from dusk
-
-snapping  all ties  , relations and  chains of  sentiments
-loving  like  a  destitute all life  long
-
-burried  deep in the  fallen heap of  home life  treasures
-some  ruins  remained  alive  in the  cries  of  the  dead
-
-ages  ago  desires  were unanswered
-but  we  lived   hoping  against hope  all life  long
-
-who  writ on hollowed out  name plate of  the  house
-residents  of  which  lived  anonymously  all life  long
-
-seasons enraged  were not  blessing  the  wanderers
-tested  time  though remained  always close  by
-
-poets  sow  the  seeds   their  bleeding  thoughts 
-to  remain alive  in books  forever  more

Thursday, December 22, 2016

from previous-

-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
-
-their  laughter  was  unstoppable, our  tears  too
-equal  was  on both sides  the  sentiments of  each
-
-why  your  eyes  lowered  hearing  the  complaints
-to  put  me  to  shame  you  ought  to  turn bold

from previous-

-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

from previous-


-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

from previous-

-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

from previous-

--emotional  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

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

from previous-

-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
-

from previous-

-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  

from previous-

-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  

fikr o fun-

--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

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

from previous-

-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  

from previous-

-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