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The last old man
Posted November 14, 2017
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His eyes opened broadly like two big doors in a storm, and became still to see the old man standing erect like a tree outside the last home of the lane. With trembling legs and uneven breaths he walked to the old man saying; “I thought you had—–”
“See I’m alive and healthy, standing in front of you. How can I pass away when you are there” He laughed cheerfully. “I was living a happy life abroad for last 30 years but Karamat kept calling me. Now I’ve come back and will live here” having said that, the newcomer old man took his hands in his. The old man felt all his energy passes on to the newcomer’s body. His hands became lifeless. His eye balls moved uselessly and uneven breaths made him more like a puppet. A blow of weakness misbalanced him hence he held the railing of the gate. The son of the new comer supported him and asked him if he was okay. “Can you drop me home?” “Of course, why not uncle” the young man then supporting him helped him to sit on the front seat of his car and safely dropped him home. His family was shocked to see him. He who was on his heels and toes all the time was unable to stand on his feet. He couldn’t even walk to his room so was carried on a chair. The past 12 years of his old, bored colorless frigid life over shadowed him once again. He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. It looked he had seen the last scene. That very day he breathed his last before dusk————
The end
The last old man (1st part)
Posted November 11, 2017
on:- In: fiction
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There were 42 houses adjacent to each other from one end to the other in that lane. Sixty years back these houses were inhibited by eighty young men. All of those young men perished like withered autumn leaves with swiftly passing years, except for the last two old men. One lived in the eleventh house on the right side of the lane while the other lived in the same lane in sixteenth house.
The old man who lived in the sixteenth house was a retired military soldier who combated Nazis with British Army on Burmese border in the Second World War. Being a soldier he was strong and sturdy. Hence having crossed his ninety years of life he was still living an active life. The other reason for his fine health and long life was his care free nature. He would rise early morning and sit on a carved stool in the rear garden. He was least interested in domestic chores. He liked to stay with nature most of the time and avoided to stay indoors. One day he had to go inside for no reason, but because he was called in—called in by none other but the angel of death.
After three days of struggle between life and death the soldier finally surrendered and breathed his last. His soul flew off, with the angel of death on the highway to heavens.
Now out of those forty houses the old man of eleventh house still lived. His relatives didn’t break the news of his death to the other living old man. They feared he might quit breathing being so feeble as he couldn’t even change his position from one side to other.
One of his nephews who were his buddy too, broke the news of the old soldier’s demise to him. Before the sad news reached his ears, his daily schedule was like the antique clock that stopped working and its two arms stuck at one point. If he lay for long on one side he could roll his eye balls only to see the goings-on in the room, being so fragile, he couldn’t move. He remained awake for weeks or drowsy for months. No matter what condition he was in, always asked about his other living old friends’ daily activities and schedule and if he was healthy or bedridden. When informed about his well being he would go back into coma. His diet and medicines were of equal quantity. He ate very less. He had no ailment except for old age.
When he was told about the death of the soldier who was older than him, he breaking the shackles of age and physical weakness emerged as a new powerful man from his cocoon.
He moved the time run backwards.
to be continued
Let’s be friends again!
Posted January 3, 2017
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It’s the 3rd day of the year though
A little sunlight is there also
In a short while evening falls though
Reality or tale there’s to be an end too
Let’s share together our losses and grief
Let’s share our delight light and relief
In a short while evening falls though
So why not enliven few ticks we’ve
Before the evening overshadows
Light a lamp of hope and emotion
Cherish our ambiance with emotion
Let’s be friends again!
In a short while evening falls though
Reality or tale there’s to be an end too
سال کا آخری دن ہے
ابھی کچھ دھوپ ہے لیکن
ذرا سی دیر کو طے ہے کے آخر شام ہونا ہے
حقیقت یا کہانی جو بھی ہے انجام ہونا ہے
چلو مل بیٹھ کے اپنے خسارے بانٹ لیتے ہیں
سب ہی رنگ اور جگنوں اور ستارے بانٹ لیتے ہیں
ذرا سی دیر کو طے ہے کے آخر شام ہونا ہے
حقیقت یا کہانی جو بھی ہے انجام ہونا ہے
تو کیوں نا کچھ شام سے پہلے
جو کچھ گھڑیاں میسر ہیں
انہی میں زندگی کر لیں ،
کسی احساس کی شمع جلا کر
ان اندھیروں میں کوئی دام روشی کر لیں
چلو ہم دوستی کر لیں
ذرا سی دیر کو طے ہے کے آخر شام ہونا ہے
حقیقت یا کہانی جو بھی ہے انجام ہونا ہے
Urdu blog
Posted October 30, 2016
on:- In: fiction
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اپنی ادا پر میں فدا
بھئی آپ مانیں یا نہ مانیں ہم بہت خوبصورت ہیں۔اس قدر بے پایاں حسن ہے کہ کیا کہوں۔ بس بات صرف اتنی ہے کہ ہمارا طلسماتی حسن سب کی نظروں سے مستور ہے۔ کسی کو نظر ہی نہیں آتا۔ اماں کو بھی یہی فکر جنت تک لے گئی کہ اس لڑکی کا ہوگا کیا۔ کالج تو خیر لڑکیوںکا تھا اسلئے کوئی مسئلہ نہ ہوا۔ ہاں البتہ یونیورسٹی کے لڑکوںکی آنکھوں پر ایسی دبیز پٹی اور پردے پڑے رہے کہ مجال ہے کہ کسی نے سیٹی بجائی ہو یا پیچھا کیا ہو یا بہانے سے ٹائم ہی پوچھ لیا ہو،۔ آرام سے ہم ہر جگہ دھڑلے سے گھومتے تھے،۔ کوئی فکر ڈر نہیںتھا کہ کوئی پیچھا کرے گا۔ اغوا کوئی خاک کرتا۔ مزے اور سکون سے شب و روز گزر رہے تھے۔ ہم بے حد مسرور و شاداں تھے اپنے حسن پر۔ اللہ بھلا کرے آئینہ گروں کو کہ اس میں اپنا حسن دیکھ کر خود ہی فدا رہتے تھے۔ کبھی دائیں زاویے سے تو کبھی بائیں۔کبھی مسکرا کے اور کبھی شرما کے دیکھتے تو خود ہی سرشار ہو جاتے کہ اللہ نے کس قدر فراخ دلی سے ہمیں تخلیق کیا ۔ ہر انداز تو ہمارا دلربانہ تھا۔ اب عقل کے اندھوں کو نظر نہ آئے تو صرف ان پر لعنت ہی بھیجی جا سکتی ہے۔
ہاں ہمارے حسن کا ادراک ہمیںبھی تھا اور ایک میرے بھائی کو۔ ان کی نظر میں میں بہت حسین تھی۔ ذرا سا بخار ہوتا تو وہ کہتے اس کو نظر ہو گئی ہے۔ کہتے تھے پھولوں کی طرح نازک ہے۔ ذرا میں کھل جاتی اور ذرا میں مرجھاجاتیہے۔ ان کی بے پناہ محبت نے حسن میںحسن پر مزید ہزاروں چاند لگا دئے تھے۔
بھائی تو خیر تھے ہی بہت وجیہہ، ناک نقشہ، ذہانت ، وقار، اور مردانہ وجاہت کا خوبصورت شاہکار۔ لڑکیاں اپنی آنکھیں، پلکیں، زلفیں، سب ان کے لئے فرش راہ کرتی تھیں۔متاثر اور مقید کرنے کے سب گر آزماتی تھیں،۔ بھائی بھی کوئی کنجوس یا بد ذوق تھوڑی تھے۔ سب کو داد و تحسین اور تحفوں سے نوازتے ۔ جس کا جو حق ہوتا اسے دیتے۔ مگر تھے آخر فوجی، اسلئے اپنے دشمن ، کافر، جادوگر ، حسینائوں سے ایک فاصلہ رکھتے۔ باغ کی حد تک، پھول پھلواری تک رنگ و بو سے مظوظ ہونے کا حق اور فرض نبھاتے۔ مگر گھر کی چوکھٹ پر پہلے ماں اور پھر بیوی جیسے سخت گیر رہبر پر مستعدی سے چوکس رہتے۔
لہٰذا ملک کی سرحدوں کی بھائی نے حفاظت کی، اور گھر کی پہلے ماں نے پھر بھابھی نے،۔ ہم تو ہر حال میں مسرور۔ کبھی کبھی تو افسوس اور حسرت ہوتی تھی کہ آخر ہمارے حسن بے مثال پر کسی کی نظر ہی نہیں پڑتی۔
خواتین بھی ہرایک کو خود کو ہم سے زیادہ خوبصورت سمجھتی اور بر ملا اظہار بھی کر دیتیں۔ حالانکہ وہ معصوم یہ نہیں جانتی تھیں کہ دل ہی دل میں ہم بھی خود کو ان سے لاکھوں درجہ حسین و ہوشربا مانتے ہیں۔ شادی میں بھی دلہن بن کر شیشے میں خود کو دیکھا تو ششدر رہ گئے، کہ یا اللہ تونے اتنا پیارا بنایا ہے سبحان اللہ۔ مگر مجال ہے تو ایک لفظ بھی کسی کے منہ سے غلطی سے نکل گیا ہو۔ ظاہر ہے بھئی حسد اور جلن بھی تو ہے نا ۔
اب کوئی کیا کرے۔
شوہر کو بھی کبھی توفیق نہ ہوئی کہ اللہ کو راضی کرنے کے لئے اسکی حسین تخلیق کی تعریف میں منہ پر دو لفظ ہی کہ دیتے۔ بس وہ ہماری تصویروں کے عاشق تھے، جو نہ سنتی تھیں نہ بولتی تھیں۔ ہاں گا کر ضرور اظہار کر دیتے تھے کہ ِ ، ہونٹوں سے چھو لو تم میرا گیت امر کر دو۔ ارے بھائی گیت بھی ان کا امر بھی ہم ہی کریں۔ بس جی ہمیں کبھی نہ احساس کمری ہوا نہ دکھ کہ کوئی اس حسن زوال پزیر کی کوئی تعریف نہیں کرتا،کیوں کہ ہم اپنی ادا پر ہمیشہ خود ہی فدا رہے اور آج بھی ہیں۔
اللہ پاک حسین و جمیل ہے، تو اس نے ہر چیز بھی حسین بنائی ہے، اب زمانہ چشم بینا سے محروم ہے تو ہم کیا کریں۔ ہم تو حسین ہیں بھئی۔
In fo about OREO buscuits
Posted October 15, 2014
on:There are fewer treats out there more familiar than the Oreo. Since the National Biscuit Company (today Nabisco) created it in 1912, it’s become one of the top-selling cookies in the world. But there’s likely plenty you don’t know about it, and this Buzzfeed video is here to set you straight.
Particularly intriguing is the design stamped into every Oreo cookie: The current version, settled upon in 1952, features the word “OREO” in a circle topped with a two-bar cross. The design also contains exactly 12 flowers, 12 dots and 12 dashes.But what does it mean?
The Atlantic reasons that the circle and cross around the word “OREO” is a variation on the Nabisco logo, which is either “an early European symbol for quality” or a Cross of Lorraine, an emblem used by the Knights Templar during the Crusades. The dots and flowers might be a rendering of four-leaf clovers or a cross pattée, another symbol favored by the Knights Templar.
The design’s inventor may have been William A. Turnier, a one-time Nabisco mail boy who ascended the corporate ranks. Nabisco won’t confirm or deny Turnier’s role in giving the Oreo its good looks, telling the New York Times in 2011 only that a man by that name worked for the company as a “design engineer” at that time.
Whip these factoids out the next time you’re scarfing down Oreos with pals, and let us know if the knowledge makes ‘em taste better.
There are fewer treats out there more familiar than the Oreo. Since the National Biscuit Company (today Nabisco) created it in 1912, it’s become one of the top-selling cookies in the world. But there’s likely plenty you don’t know about it, and this Buzzfeed video is here to set you straight.
Particularly intriguing is the design stamped into every Oreo cookie: The current version, settled upon in 1952, features the word “OREO” in a circle topped with a two-bar cross. The design also contains exactly 12 flowers, 12 dots and 12 dashes.But what does it mean?
The Atlantic reasons that the circle and cross around the word “OREO” is a variation on the Nabisco logo, which is either “an early European symbol for quality” or a Cross of Lorraine, an emblem used by the Knights Templar during the Crusades. The dots and flowers might be a rendering of four-leaf clovers or a cross pattée, another symbol favored by the Knights Templar.
The design’s inventor may have been William A. Turnier, a one-time Nabisco mail boy who ascended the corporate ranks. Nabisco won’t confirm or deny Turnier’s role in giving the Oreo its good looks, telling the New York Times in 2011 only that a man by that name worked for the company as a “design engineer” at that time.
Whip these factoids out the next time you’re scarfing down Oreos with pals, and let us know if the knowledge makes ‘em taste better.
(TAKEN FROM YAHOO)
A Teacher is always Teacher
Posted September 29, 2014
on:- In: fiction
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A story of brains, common sense and presence of mind
It’s a long time back story when people led simple life and helped each other.
Amina was a teacher. After her retirement she planned to see the places she had taught in class for so many years. She went from one place to another and enjoyed to see the important sightseeing spots. It took her months as she walked on foot by and large.
She reached a small village Spin Kali in north of Pakistan. By the time she got there, she had finished all her money.
She had not eaten anything for 3 days so was very hungry. She had a small cooking pot that she carried with her everywhere. She cooked in it, ate from it and drank water from it. It was a multi-use pot. It was time she didn’t know how to kill her hunger.
She was a teacher—-so had brains and common sense both! Teacher is always a teacher!
Some passersby saw an old unfamiliar lady making a fire.
Without taking any notice of them, she put some water in the cooking pot from the nearby lagoon. Then she put some weeds and pebbles in the pot. The villagers who had seen her build a fire saw her cooking something while going back home. They stopped and asked her who she was and what was she cooking.
She replied politely; “I am making soup of pebbles and herbs. This soup keeps young and energetic driving old age away.” She further said that; “it’s an ancient tasty recipe passed down to her from her ancestors.” Amina then dropped in a smooth, round white stone she had in her pocket into the pot.
Amina told the villagers stories of her travels and the exciting things she’d seen. As the soup warmed, tasting the soup told them that it was coming along nicely, but, “a bit of salt would bring out the taste.” One curious villager went into her home and returned with some salt for the soup.
A few more villagers stopped by to see what was going on. She asked for some carrots, onion or veggies to add to the already delicious soup. So, another villager brought handful of peas, carrots garlic and tomatoes to her.
Hearing about a weird lady making a special soup developed interest and excitement among people of that village. Amina’s outlandish stories fascinated the simple villagers. Step by step Amina made them bring some meat, potatoes to make the soup more nutritious.
Finally, the soup was ready and everyone enjoyed the tasty meal prepared for them from just pebbles, weeds, veggies, meat and other items. Thus she herself enjoyed the soup along with others.
Her stories and common sense made people friends with her. They welcomed her to stay as long as she wanted to in their village. She stayed there till she breathed her last. She educated children and adults. She groomed their personalities. She also opened a school for children under a huge ancient tree. The name of the school was decided and chosen by all students and teachers. Our Future
she changed the outlook of the village and brought productive changes. She also educated the women and taught them many skills to live, love life respectfully. She’s still remembered with great respect and love
Working together, with each of us contributing a bit, we can be successful.
Simplicity
Posted June 26, 2013
on:Compassion
Posted June 17, 2013
on:The world is evolving from imperfection to perfection. It needs all love and sympathy; great tenderness and watchfulness are required from each one of us.