-she screamed her dialogues were trash, all her lines were swallowed by her rival who was given her scenes, here all she was supposed to say was-my secret - and sit down with her mouth shut , both the director and mona were watching open mouthed thinking she had forgotten her lines and was screaming for a face saver, not realising she was overawed by her strong performance and expertise and reacting negatively
-mona and the assistant looked at each other and both were shocked and taken aback, then he asked for their forgiveness like a bride married into a crude quarrelsome family where she is expected to be sorry for everything done wrong nit by her , now he had learnt the skill of asking for others forgiveness for he had cultivated this habit and had got used to it
-the second woman said it was destiny, she was a woman of silence , who had no words to express her opinion, she would lose ll her expression and speech to articulate on such occasions, insignificant as she was her opinion also did not matter ,, she had no power to make a complaint , if she did have the say she would not exercise it , she had lots of spare time but no say , she could not afford to try to speak up for herself
-the lady executive of the multi national company came running to him, breathless and panting she approached momin , her attitude of servitude and apologetic and began explaining the two awards meant for his movies were given to someone else , the hall was crowded and he was sitting in the front row , a performance was announced before the next award which was for the best film if not given to momin he would definitely crucify the nominees and the jury and the management committee for their wrong judgement
--it was his show, his night, momin qalab had been waiting long for this moment of celebration, all those present were there to congratulate him on his achievement, whole hall echoed with applause , momin began his speech with his americanised opening lines , his command and style so western and attractive to his personality, he thanked for being voted most popular and turned to the movie cast for their full support to make it a huge success, then turning to the jury he showed how offended he was for his movie was not selected for the first time
-best actor award is given to momin qalab for meri jan, the full house broke into explosive applause, the spot light was focused on the dashing fair handsome chiseled featured and tall godlike man sitting in the front row, who began shaking hands with his film cast crew and others around him and began moving towards the stage followed by every woman "s gaze glued to him , women of all ages were his ardent admirers
-success like magic goes straight to head, it us something one does not speak of himself but the world reactively declares of his success, secretly admirers envy to replace you , it is jealousy of rivals and competitors that surrounds the successful , the successful man stands alone on a pedestal and is surrounded with the envious admirers dreaming to challenge him
-his narrative was quite an interesting one, rashna could not help herself from commenting, but he explained he was very small then when his father died , he was a calligrapher, rashna was unstoppable and could not resist asking about his mother, he was startled and taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered and said his mother was a housewife,his father a native pakistani and mother a turkish was a most interesting combination,
-and finally they sat down for the interview session, rashna was prepared with her first important question, asking her she looked at momin qalab and realised what amazingly sharp and bright his eyes were,it was difficult for anyone to directly gaze into his eyes and speak , if she was asked to define momin in just one word it was confidence personified
-he was mr perfect, people admired him, he had worked in commercials and movies, rashna was nervous and apprehensive about this interview of him she was to handle , for he could prove unpredictable, she felt the frame of the camera was changed and moved from its earlier position she had just minutes ago checked for herself
-sipping his coffee he commented she made coffee so well, she in turn just gave a smile, paying the bill they came out from the restaurant, he was about to stop a taxi when his cell phone buzzed,, when he answered the call, nazam on the other side quickly began narrating the baba ji was happy for the girl had walked into the hospital lawn by herself and speaking to others who surrounded her
-it was certain when the girl will recover from her condition throngs of crowds will pour in, sabby"s voice was filled with a force,in response he expressed it was all because of sabby that it happened and he was not in a position to save himself a sinner that he was , he considered giving room service his order because one of them left to meet a friend he ordered a meal just for sabby and himself,, after wards before going to bed they watched television
-in japan on every bust stop is seen printed-
-here only buses stop
not time
-so keep moving
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-almighty does not like hardness of speech and hearts.the evidence is both the tongue and the heart are boneless and soft, to keep them soft heart is filled with love and the tongue with ethics
-i was on the isle of dreams
-where boats of memories
-flirted with the open skies
-where the flighty winds
-narrated the stories of the universe
-so, listen ! this world is merely an invite
-to see through their own eyes
-the images of others
-judge others
-and then stopped the life boats
-also the stormy winds
-for i was decided
-to see this world
-through my own eyes
-of it really was an invite to a worldly show
-for myself
-that which is better is done
-to unite the hearts u choose
-not letting the dust to settle down
-every day a new picture is made
-please be seated a while
-let me get to you
-for the pleasure of kids
-becoming toy oneself is a must
-when one is accused and other the judge
-closed is the case and the verdict given
-helpless in the matters of love
-often speaks he of friends around
-success comes to only him
-who helps himself unconditionally
-the post mortem report declared victim qesar died on the fourteenth of february at eleven PM, his neck was broken,, next morning the accused khawar was arrested at a police check post at nine past ten morning,, it was a routine check and when his car dikky was opened qesar's dead body was found,, khawar was unaware of the body in his car, but he was not given a chance to explain and nobody believed him and he was arrested
--give just one point for ethics ------------1
-add a zero on the right for beauty--------10
-add another zero for wealth and assets --100
-for stirps one more zero is added----------1000
-of all the above one has without ethics remove the first point
-and what remains is =000
-the healthy water supply in baji"s building was remarkable and influenced khawar the most, the after affects of this water supply was more of a negative kind and less on its usefulness, , one day he got ready to leave for work, he saw the car was wet and the doors were washed down, his Datsun was dirty,, his car was always parked outside the gate ,he quickly understood it was qesar:s doing
-zehra baji had come during the day
-did she come to make you agree to contribute to pay for the water , before shabana could complete her sentence khawar flung his question, shabana began explaining it was nothing like that but from the next morning in their line water board pipelines will get activated and water will flow , it was good news and it will on alternate days be functionable, arfan was sent to get information from the water board office
-khawar told arfan it was nothing but water shortage issue, that baji zehra wanted everyone to contribute to enjoy and share the benefits later, khawar vetoed because baji had promised them when the house was rented that she will arrange water for them all and she was personally responsible for it to resolve, so he had done right by refusing to contribute to pay for the tanker , it was baji who did not stand in line for hours to get water
-returning from the school he crossed the same path through the forest but he did not turn even once to look in that direction,, there was some kind of annoyance he kept hidden in his heart, he had written so many letters and not one was answered, he pedaled his cycle vigrously to cross that stretch,, his letter was more beautifully decorative than all , he had drawn lovely blossoms and stars and painted them with colourful markers, he had remembered to put full stops after every sentence ,the paper he used was extra clean and markers of very good quality
- he stood watching from the cottage veranda the village postman distributing the post , going houses giving them their letters and carrying the mail on his cycle, he saw the mail man entering the lane in which their cottage was located in the end of the line, suddenly for no reason at all his heart fluttered like a butterfly, the postman was stopping by every house to slip the mail in the letter boxes hanging out side their houses as he approached his
-saying some of his homework still remained unfinished and he again switched the lamp on, there was no reason to hide any more, it was amazing how his mother could see things in pitch dark, he began scribbling faster on the piece of paper before him, promising his mother who was back to to sleep he will finish his work and go to bed , looking at her he gave a deep satisfied sigh
-the nine year old boy sat up scared in his bed , panting and breathless he was unable to breathe, it was certain he had seen some nightmare, the room was dimly lit and his mother slept with her back to him, like a cat he very cleverly removed the sheet covering him to his side and put down his feet noiselessly, silently tip toeing he reached the corner where the study table was placed, there was a lamp on the table if he turned it on his mother was sure to wake up, he turned to look at his mother sleeping with her back to the table,, he tried to calculate whether the lamp light will fall on her or not
-kashmiri pullao
-khatti masala murghi
-chicken noodle soup
-machli sikandri
-egg and green beans
-mutton dopyaza
-badaam pancake
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-recipe pullao-
heat oil in a pan and brown roast onion ginger garlic paste , this is basic more spices and meat is added at this point to roast them all together mixi in some curd and raisins , next step here is to add soaked rice simmer cook till done , n a serving dish decorate the rice pullao with dry fruits and food colour is additional , eggs make nice garnish
-he turned and again walked a few more steps forward, then he saw a fallen dry tree trunk, he could not resist his happiness, taking off from his back the bag he carried he somehow managed with some difficulty to reach the fallen tree as big as him, he put down his bag on one of the branches touching the soil and opened the zip of the bag and struggled to pull out a wooden letter box
-that eight year old boy wanted to go farther off deep into the thick forest, but the sudden darkness descended prevented him , he tried to scare away his fears and gather his courage, he stopped and braced himself, the wind was turning into a stronger storm , the trees swayed , his frightened heat fluttered every time he heard a crash of a falling branch and uprooting tree
-lowering his head he began to pedal faster to beat the speeding up clouds carrying drops of water above, , using his all strength to race faster to overtake the winds and the clouds and his cycle was jolting on that rough track yet swaying it moved on through the lush green fields growing fruits in abundance , this us where he wanted to reach chased by the clouds and rains,
-what is fading the ink in those words is water in her eyes not tears, water that is diluting the ink, water of regret, water of eyes to wash away her mistakes, water that floods her eyes to remove her wrongs, time is passing by as life is moving on, neither her regret is wiped off clean nor the sorrows of his separation removed
-dearest of my life , 42 days have passe since you left, it seems ages , the happy days spent with you swept off in moments now seem long years , it feels like she was standing on a sand watch drifting way with time waiting for him to return, did he remember how they had met the first time, what all he had said on their second date about time that he was unable to pass in moments minutes hours from his first meeting with her to the second , the gap between the two dates slowed down his life ,now so many days gave passed since they had met last turning her to molten wax
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qesar grumbling walked towards the gate, it was bad to keep an eye on others earnings and doubt their intent, one ought to work hard and honestly and raise his income, khawar was certain qesar had directed that statement aiming to hit him, fuming he thought, meantime arfan their next door neighbour was seen there at the door standing listening the argument between the two, not even trying to jump into their debate, but when qesar entered the building he asked khawar if all was fine with him and why was qesar being so rude to him
-khawar expressed his doubts perhaps zehra baji was not aware of the facts, giving her some moral support he would speak to zehra baji in the morning and shabana ought not to be stressed, the next morning when he met baji he realised she was completely aware of the two month bill system, he was there to discuss his problems and she began pouring her problems
-zehera baji snarling said how much profit could she make by giving the bill of one to another, there were three separate electric meters and three separate bills were read and registered on different numbers ad presented, they could check it out the bill was of the ground floor , but checking the reading and tallying the bills was beyond shabana , so hen late night khawar returned home shabana narrated whole thing to him
-she said she was ready to give ip some of her finances and he must too contribute , the advance of the house was not a big worry,, some loan he could pick up from his office, the advance he will get he can keep ot with him,, with that money he can get a second hand good conditioned ca, so their matter us solved
-now the times have changed, sad shabana explaining her point , in the past what mattered most was the girl and her parents decency and dignity and now if they have status, car and wealth and good property in the city or not, this laboratory test gives a clear picture to the groom's family how much worth the bride is
-khawar was around fifty and slight built , light beard and pale, he was working in a shipping company located on the mcleod road, it was a small family consisting of father mother and a daughter, shirmin was just twenty two and a graduate , her parents for a couple of years were waiting for a suitable groom who was not coming across, the parents were getting more worried as time was passing and she not getting any younger
-usually delay is not acceptable and not liked by perfectionists who prove their worthiness by successfully coping with their tasks completing them on time but sometimes good intent lacks expertise and is unable to finish his job before deadline yet he completes it then it is said belated yet done
-kremer arrived as always before time but this time he was alone, salomone was next to arrive, along came a middle aged attractive woman with a young man in army uniform, they were offered drinks and then again he went to the main door to welcome and receive more guests , who were quite at ease and informal and began to make their own scotch
-after they left he asked the name of the killer but ralph did not reveal it to archie because he had his doubts, salmon was phoned and was about to reach any time, when salmone reached he asked for food , so hungry was he, when he was finished eating ralph told him the reason for being called, they thought hearing the reason he will get to work but instead he asked them what was to be done next morning, it was decided what he was to do was to be done during the burial of rockwell
-the body was not returned till the cause of the death was ascertained , instructions were given to solmon to reach the office and to find out the details of the inmates recently released , to get at least one of the released to speak with him, rockwell's funeral was to be held the next day on ninety fourth street , from where he walked up to get the details of the released prisoners, two of the three were available and the third was under treatment in the hospital
-the sergeant was asked to explain the point, who mentioned gordon from whom he had heard it instead of using archie"s first nae his last name was mentioned, they all were known to each other for ages and were quite informal and close with names, archie not wanting to rise doubts in ralph and others mind did not wish to stop the sergeant from telling what he wished to say, fearlessly he spoke up to unfold the facts, standing up the sergeant said he remembered each ad every word that was said to him, karimer asked what was he speaking about- gordon had declared he would like to investigate a case of it was like rockwell's death
-ralph wanted archie to go with him, but he refused for he had some office work and some pending work and mail to check, not believing him as if he had something to hide ralph left, ferdi shouted him to report , laughing archie asked him to look to his left , ferdi jumped up shocked exclaiming it was rockwell's body
-he saw two men standing with a huge box , one of them was a red head the other absolutely bald, he looked at them questioningly , they said it was a home delivered for archie gordon,
-he said he was archie and what did the box contain, the men explained how could they tell him what was in the box , he was given a form to sign to receive it
-he was in his office checking the post when ralph entered the scene, he was dressed in, placing a fragrant blossom on the table he greeted archie , hoping he had spent a restful night, seeing his soft and cheerful expression was no surprise at all, he had just taken advance money from a client who hired him to find out who was swindling him in his business
-all there present turned their heads to look at him, what did they know what they both meant to each other,, kalia was also dressed in black trousers and maroon t shirt, he appeared fit and handsome with his healthy body , for some time they exchanged sentimental statements for each other, then leaving the crowds watching them in surprise as they entered the palace, seeing kalia there his courage was restored and blood flow increased
-that man began crying, it was certain he was a well wisher of the locals, his heart pained for them, it was pathetic, that locality was a hidden treasure of oil wells, outsiders were their enemy who wanted to take over full control of them, agreement was considered a deal , digging was prohibited for it was a waste of money and time , dry wells were to be refilled with water and new oil wells were to be discovered
-he then saw the shehzado approach as one youth greeted her with salaams, for some unreasonable feeling he thought they both seemed close and known to each other, suddenly an argument struck and the crowd in a rage rose their weapons shouting slogans rhythmically , beating their fists and thumping their feet, in this chaos shehzadi sent the youth for him and introduced them to each other, the youth was rashid , nephew of the sheikh
-now he noticed some distance away were some more people gathered in a group as if watching roosters fight, the group of residents included women and men both involved in the rooster show, each and every one of them was speaking on top of his voice the mixed noise was mind boggling and hung in that sizzling heat like burning hell above them , when they reached the crowd nobody bothered to notice them
-now they reached the place so remote and still undeveloped, open vacant unmade streets with scattered mud houses in not neat lines, on one side stood a sad looking beast , from near by hens clucking rose to a crescendo, , the whole scene and the surroundings spoke of the hard native life style of poverty,, the palace of the shehzadi also was also in ruins, it was a certainly abandoned and uncared for area,
-shazya"s father was quite wrong for his words became swords that injured the hearts and minds of his readers, , why was he chosen to suffer for the wrongs he did not commit , he was now not looking up but his head was lowered before granny, if she could read so could sheher write both had gone through their loneliness in their earlier past, nobody else could ever understand shazya"s loneliness better than him,, granny smiled and sleeped his head, saying all of his dialogues were spent there what will he do for his stories , invent more/
-usually delay is not acceptable and not liked by perfectionists who prove their worthiness by successfully coping with their tasks completing them on time but sometimes good intent lacks expertise and is unable to finish his job before deadline yet he completes it then it is said belated yet done
