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Came across Amjad Islam Amjad’s beautiful poetry and decided to translate it so, that those of you who can’t read and understand Urdu could feel this beauty too. Enjoy 🙂

Suddenly it seems good, to be drawn in,
Go on to be in love again,
but when I glance flipside, 
 a long era has gone away.
How the dust of the long journey
 has laden on our feet and heads.
You and me;
 engulfed in   our own spheres of life,
 entangled in our own eddy.
Like the two stars    that seem
Closed to each other in wilderness.
 But are millions of miles apart in 
 river of loneliness. 
How to cross this river!
 Neither you are on the brim nor I,
So, it’s better to be gripped in
Our spheres.
Gleam and shine together
Like stars.
Own up the truth of distance and bygone time.
Neither you nor I,
Can cross the river of solitude.
Though it seems charming to be
Drawn in, to be in love again!
To be in love again!

                                                             Tanveer Rauf

بہت اچھا بھی لگتا ہے
اچانک اس طرح دل کا دوبارہ مبتلا ہونا،
محبت آشنا ہونا،
مگر جب دیکھتا ہوں
وقت کتنا جا چکا ہے
راستوں کی دھول
قدموں اور سروں پر کس طرح سے جم چکی ہے
اور ہم تم
اپنی اپنی زندگی کے دائروں میں
اپنی اپنی گردشوں میں
اس طرح الجھے ہوۓ ہیں
جس طرح دشت فلک میں ساتھ چلتے
دو ستارے
جو بظاہر پاس لگتے ہیں
مگر ان کی رفاقت میں
کروڑوں میل کی تنہائ کا دریا بھی ہوتا ہے
یہ دریا پار کیسے ہو
نہ تم ہو اس کنارے پر
نہ ہم ہیں اس کنارے پر

سو بہتر ہے
ہم اپنے اپنے دائروں کے اس خلا میں گھومتے جائیں
ستاروں کی طرح
اک ساتھ چمکیں اور دمکیں تو سہی لیکن
یہ اپنے بیچ میں جو فاصلوں کا سرخ دیا ہے
اسے ہی تسلیم کر لیں!
کہ اس بے پل کے دریا میں
نہ تم ہی تیر سکتے ہو، نہ ہم ہی تیر سکتے ہیں!
بہت اچھا تو لگتا ہے
اچانک اس طرح دل کی محبت آشنا ہونا
دربارہ مبتلا ہونا

Original version is as below:

bahot achha bhi lagta hae
achaanak is tra dil ka dobara mubtila hona
muhabbat aashna hona

magar jab dekhta hun
waqt kitna jaa chuka hae
raaston ki dhool
qadmon aur saron par kis tra se jam chukii haen

aur hum tum
apni apni zindagi ke dayaron mei
apni apni gardishon mei
is tarha uljhe huwen haen
jis tra dasht-e-falaq mei saath chalte
do sitarey
jo bazahir saath lagte haen
magar unki rafaqat mei
karoro’n miil ki tanhai ka dariya bhi hota hae

ye dariya paar kaese ho
na tum ho us kinare par
na hum haen iss kinare par

so behtar hae
hum apne apne dariyaon ke is khala mei ghumte jaayen
sitaron ki tarha
ik saath chamke aur damke to sahi lekin
ye apne beech mei faaslon ka jo surkh dariya hae

isse tasleem hi kar len
ke is be-pul ke dariya mei
na tum hi tair sakte ho
na hum hi tair sakte hain

bahot acha toh lagta hae
achaanak is tarha dil ka muhabbat aashna hona
dobara mubtila hona!!

~Amjad Islam Amjad~

 

After clearing my tenth grade in First Division I applied for admission in the 11th grade. A week after submission of admission form was my interview.The day came and I appeared before board.It was the first interview of my life.

The Principal sat in middle and senior lecturers sat on her sides. She asked me about location of Kashmir as Geography was my major subject. I confidently said: “It’s above Pakistan”. Surprised with this unique answer, they asked me to explain. Again very self-assuredly I said, “Madam, if you see the map of Pakistan, Kashmir is always shown on the top.So, it’s above Pakistan.”  The room burst out in laughter 😀

Another question was:”Where is Rann of Kutch?” My confident answer again with,”I think its in Gujarat because it has ‘chch’ sound and this sound is mostly used in Gujarati language.”

After that they had no heart and patience to ask me any more question so, I was asked to wait outside. I don’t know on what ability or capability but I was given admission 😀 After a few months the debate season came. Having read Urdu novels from childhood, I had clear pronunciation and fluency in Urdu and English both. I was nominated for all Pakistan Urdu debate.

The day came. My name was announced. I went to the stage and stood behind the dais but the rostrum was higher than my height. The hall started hooting.I folded my speech put it in my pocket and went to the centre of stage and stood there for some moments peacefully. The voices died. I started my speech and after I was done came back to my seat.

When all the speakers from different cities ‘n’ colleges were finished debating, the result got announced. They started from the one who stood Third. I clapped bigheartedly and kept applauding for the Second’n’First with same warmheartedness till my friend pinched me hard on my hand and said: “Stupid it’s you. Don’t clap for yourself idiot.” Was I a fool or intelligent 😀 decide it yourself friends!

I was in 3rd year of college. There were elections for the college union. Rehana Malik was my class fellow. She was a very good student and had all qualities of a good human being too; but her short temper did not let her have a big circle of friends. So, she asked me to motivate others to vote for her as as to let her win the elections. I promised her to do so.

One day I was sitting in the college canteen sipping my tea with other friends. Rehana was there too but I did not notice her. So, laughing I said to girls in the canteen that, “Hey Rehana Malik asked me to vote for her. In return she will give us a treat if she wins. Though I have promised her but what do you all say? They all disagreed. I laughed without knowing that Rehana was listening. Girls stared to warn me of the upcoming danger, but as usual care free as I am I did not give it any significance. Rehana walked up to me. Girls got scared that Rehana will not spare Tanveer (me). Rehana never spared any one and fought with words as well as her limbs if need be 😀 I sat frozen and speechless. She patted my shoulder and said,”Tanveer, I don’t know why I did not feel bad to hear all this. Rather, I learnt to be sincere and friendly with every one all the time and not only when we need support.” Every one present there cheered Rehana and as a result we all gave votes to her. She won the elections with flying colors 😀

Bilquis was my very dear and close friend. We sat next to each other in class. She was a very composed type of a girl. Though we ate, sat enjoyed and shared everything together but quarreled all the time just for nothing. One day we went to buy some cosmetics. I did not know that there were full size mirrors behind our back. So, when I looked in the front mirror I saw a girl with very thick shiny black hair braided. I whispered in her ear to see the beautiful hair this girl had. She gave me a knock on my shoulder and said,”Stupid, that’s you! ” The shop keeper smiled naughtily and I felt most brainless girl in the whole wide world.

We had some girls in our class who were not very good at English. So, I did assignments for each one of them. I wrote different matter in every book so as the teacher might not catch them for copying. As a result all my knowledge and ideas came to an end so I did not do my own assignment. I was a debater so the teacher always thought that she has seen my assignments and fortunately never asked me to show my copy to her.  I got delightful bliss to help others. This remained a secret till today.

My life is full of joys and sorrows. Being happy go lucky I shrug my shoulders every time and keep moving ahead.

I am the fourteenth child of my parents. Amazing, isn’t it? 😀 But it was affordable decades back to have so many mouths to feed; and as I assume it was the only activity parents had together as there was no media to keep them alert on heels and toes by Breaking News so repeatedly, neither were there any captivating and charismatic fashion and music shows or Internet, Internet the fantasy land, where fathers could enjoy by chatting n watching programs of their pick. So, in short I was the fourteenth winning star of their luxury time.

Unfortunately I saw only the eldest two out of seven brothers and six sisters including me seven, for 12 of my siblings had passed away before I was born. Let’s overlook how and why they died.

Being the youngest survived baby I was raised up like a dainty fragile flower.  I was shielded and saved from sunshine ‘n’ rain. My brother didn’t let me get down the school bus myself. Rather he carried me in his arms inside the home.I was as intelligent and silly at the same time. Too innocent to be true 😀

As I said that I was intelligent n silly at the same time so let me elaborate n prove it to my dear wise readers to decide 🙂 Being intelligent I came first in my annual exams in class KGII. I was awarded books on Annual Prize Distribution Day. My class fellow Arifa who was my friend too, asked me to give those books to her to take home and show them to her parents. I happily gave them to her. She did not bring them back the whole year.Next year same thing happened. I won and she took away.I’m relieved that she never asked for my report book  😀

I had an only brother who was 20 years older than me and loved me dearly. He always brought gifts for me when he went outstation. Every time I took those to show my gifts to Arifa, she religiously took them to her home to show to her parents. I never ever got my gifts or awards back. So doesn’t it prove that I am intelligently foolish? 😀

I was n am even now, very soft and kindhearted. When I grew up to be called sensible I learned First Aid.   So, every Sunday all ailing children and relatives of our servants used to come to get free shots and dressing of their wounds from me.Poor simple people preferred free treatment so they came to me. I loved to serve them.

Gulsher Khan was our full  servant. He was very sincere and faithful. One day while plucking figs for me he fell down from the tree. I was studying under the oranges tree. He was badly hurt. He had broken his ulna bone. At that very moment I was reading how to take care of such incident. So, I hurriedly gathered two sticks. Tied the stick, wound the bandage firmly and put his arm in the sling.

This is how it was written in the science book. 😀  I asked him to go to the hospital but he believed in my treatment so much so that refused to show to the doctor. As a result, even today at the age of fifty he has same deformed arm but both of us never shared this with our elders.

Every Sunday an old beggar regularly used to come to get one rupee coin from me. One Sunday, he came to get his coin as usual.  I didn’t have the change so I asked him to follow me.  I went to two of my friends’ home in two different areas. The distance was more than 2 kilometers. He followed. I asked my friends to serve him too. He enjoyed and ate all what I ate and drank. Then finally I went to the shop to get the change of a ten rupee note.

From the shop I came back home. He followed. When we got home I gave him the coin. Happily he took and went away to come back the next Sunday 😀  What do you think folks about me now? 😀

To develop reading habit my brother suggested me to read books. My mother also joined in this project. She made me read out a famous Urdu novel Shama by A.R Khatoon. Though at the age of six or seven I tried and read out that novel to my mother but believe you me I failed to understand even a single word 😀 I went to the air force library in Peshawar and read all classic novels both in English and Urdu. I composed a letter to my brother in poetry which he carried proudly in his pocket n showed to every one he met. How I composed it is still a mystery to me 😛

Well it’s not the end of my follies as I have many such silly happenings in my life. If you like I can share with you next time. Until then keep smiling 🙂 Wish you all happiness and success in life.


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