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We were so close, 

so close that I could hear her breathing, sense the warm air leaving her sharply featured nose.

 I could hear her heart, pounding…or was it mine….dhag dhag …dhag dhag…..

the beat fastening and loudening every second that passed. I eyed her face, every feature so closely, for before I never had. I could see her eye balls and sensed that she was doing the same for she never came that close too. 

Both of us knew something is about to happen, something we both wanted for so long. We both were thirsty and there was no water around. And then as if we knew what the thirst was and how could it be vindicated.

 The place was drowned in total darkness, pitch black surrounding, but I could still see her, sense her ……was she able to see me ? Yes I guess so , a slight ray of light enlightened her very being from somewhere. Everything was working so perfectly, on its own, as something wanted us this way, all these years it held us together and now here it was. 

Both of us right there in front of each other with hardly an inch of gap between us. And who wanted that, distances had already played their part a lot. I looked into her deep eyes, and had a glance of her. Both of us now so close…..hearts beating ……dhag dhag…dhag dhag ….pace and intensity increasing more and more …..our eyes matched for a second, as if they were asking, saying and getting things answered at the same time. As if it were gestures that ...…yes it is the time ……….our hands motioned ….and the moment they did, I knew somewhere deep inside that something terrible is coming. 

Something we both did not want….!!!

“Sir its 0400, your watch time….!!”

And there it was …………

“kia………wt ……… acha, han thek hai …..am up .., coming right away”

And unwillingly, annoyed, half heartedly he forced himself out of his bunk where he just slept after long working hours of a hectic and tiring day, as they were out at sea. Got in to blues, splashed cold water on his face, filled coffee in his mug and there he was again …determined to do his duty.

It’s always the Reality that has to be valued …..and dreams …..dreams what you wish to value, wishes mostly driven by lust and thirst.

Jerk your heads and believe in reality, dream only for what can be valued in reality rest is to be splashed by the cold water. It is the price which you have to pay for your glory.JJ  

Chal oth kaam kar zyada khuwab naa dekh …! 

THE LOVE, THE STORY.

THE LOVE THE, THE STORY THE.

I, the paindo the …??

No no no …..I, the very good guy.

And this is my the love, the story the.

This is in full English the.

The English, very good the J

I study from a English medium school the.

Yessssssss, the girls and the boys, same same theJ

You, laughing haaan???

Ok the serious now.

My grandmother said, “my son, one day the very big man.”

But I, no big man L

Know why ??

I tell you the.

When I go to college, the girls very beautiful.

And the love the.

Sumaira, the very cute girl.

Always in the front row, the very very pretty sumaira.

And therefore I love the sumaira.

And yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees, guess what ??

The sumaira also love the meJ

So I in the college ……

The yupieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeJ

But my parents don’t like the sumaira.

Very very sad naa ..??

The mother said

“the girls and the love, the very very bad thing, if you want to be the big man which you the grandmother dreamt, then the study time, the love…..no time….the sumaira….bye bye”

But I, the very good man.

No bye bye to the sumaira.

So I the weep and weep and weep.

The mother, very kind. So she say THE YES…J

And again ….

I ….THE YUPIEEEEEEEEE.

And yes, now the sumaira and me

The husband and the wife.

LLL

You say why I the sad ..???

I tell you ….the mother was the right ……………

Now every day …………

I

The weep, the weep, the weep……..

And what the sumaira …..???

She…………..

The rule, the laugh, the rule, the laugh…..!!

The moral:

The love, the injurious to health…..keep the love …the far, the far, the far…!!

The happies ………the endings…….!!

A CADET's FIRST LETTER TO HIS ......HOME

Abu ji , ami aji , beenish , maryum ,umer  aur mehwish, ASSALAM-O-ALAIKUM

kia haal hain ?

Umeed hai aap sab log khariat say hain kuon k mai Allah k fazal say bilkul b khariat say nae hun.

Kia ? mje pata hai abu keh rahay hun gay

“iss sheetan ko wahan ja kar b chain nae aa raha, maa ko tang kar raha hai ulti sedhi batain kar k”

Par nae abu ji , sach mai …umer aya tha salman k sath mj say milnay. Pehlay pehal tw dono nay pehchanany say hi inkar kar diya. Kehnay lagay

“bhai ham nay tw 2 ta^ngu wala janwar bheja tha ye 4 ta^ngu wala kisi aur ka hai.”

Asal mai pehlay hi din senior nay order kar dia k jab tak kaha na jae 2 ta^ngu par insan k bachu ki tarha nae chalna. Pehlay pehlay mje laga k mazak kar raha hai par oss ki ankho^n mai khoon dekh kar mje andaza ho gaya k sab meri tarha mazakia nae hotay. Bas phir kia tha, jeetay ji 4 ta^ngu walay janwar ban gaye. 2 tangain tw pehlay hi thien …baki dono arms ko b tangain bana dia. Aur mai abi tak yahi soch raha hun k akhir aesa kuon?

Khair agay ka haal sunain. Senior k kehnay par jab mai sedha khara howa tw tab b salman aur umer na pehchan pae, kehnay lagay

“bhai ham nay tw acha khasa hatta katta, gora chitta, khobro kisam ka jawan bheja tha ….ye chocha kahan say lay ae hoo wo b tawway k rang jesa”

Haye ham hi jantay hain nazak dil nay tw osi waqt totnay ki koshish ki par phir pata chala k kanch ka dil tw sirf kahanio aur dramo mai hota hai asal mai tw dil kuch aur hi hota hai.  Kher qissa mukhtasir,mai nay tang aa kar aur bahir ragra khanay k dar say, bachpan say lay kar aaj tak... jab jab umer ki kutt lagai thi sab yaad karaya aur salman ko wo din jab ham sab nay mill kar ……..kher akhir kar dono nay mje pehchan lia.

Umer aur salman dono bht hairan the k college mai tw mai jesa b tha…ander say kitna masoom nikla hun.  Meri miskin si shakal par dono ko tars bilkul b nae aya bilkul kambakht^on ki pori ki pori batteesi bahir thi.

Kher guzarish ye hai k aglay haftay dono ko phir say bhej dejiye ga kam az kam is tarha chand ghantay sakoon say bethnay ko mil jatay hain wo b chatt k nechay. Aur mje apna aap insaan lagna shru ho jata hai. Warna mai tw bhol hi gaya tha k mai b aik insaan hun aur apna aap kutta kutta lagna shru ho gaya tha. Jitna ghussa agr koi ap ko kutta bolay tw ata hai utna hi jab kuttay say insaan banain tw khushi mehsos hoti hai.

Han aik khush khabri hai. Wo ye k mera naam academy football team k liye chala gaya hai. Aur jald hi practice session shru ho jain gay. Bas meray liye dua karain k mai yahan b khob naam roshan karu. Mera commander b bht khush tha pori squadron k samnay os nay kaha

“Gentlemen try to be like him. He is my horse ”

Pehlay tw mera mu khulay ka khula reh gaya. Kia …ghora ….mje jeetay ji ghora bana dia ab. Kher par ye b bohat khushi ki baat hai. Yahan 2 hi tarha k cadets ki categories hoti hain ….ya tw wo gadhay hotay hain ya ghoray. Aur ghora tw aik azeem janwar hai. Tw mai khush hun k mai ab say aik azeem janwar hun. Aesay lag raha hai k achoot class say Brahman class mai a gaya hun.

Daikhain ab …zindagi ka ye mera pehla khatt hai jo k mai examination hall k bahir baith kar likh raha hun. Aur wo aap logo ko. Kitni tamanna thi meray dil mai k KISI ko khatt likhu, lekin har bar sharafat aray aa gai. Aur ab likh raha hun tw……..

Mai tw wesay ab b khatt na likhta, k ab khatt ka zamana hi kahan hai. Lekin kia karu abi study time chal raha hai aur mje sakht nend a rai hai. Masroof rakhnay ka sab say behtar tareeka ye nazar aya kuon k agr mai sotay howay pakra gaya tw phir say gadhu mai shumar kar dia jao ga.

Han yaad aya…jatay jatay kuch chezain likh raha hun wo bhijwa dijye ga

(things for some reason have not been included in this post.)

Aap sab apna khayal rakhye ga. Waqt kam hai iss liye bas yahin tak.

                                                                Apka chaheeta

                                                                                ALLAH HAFIZ

P.S: Few names and some personnel dialogues have been either removed or changed in order to curtain the personnel life of the writer.

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: The DIRTY Writing...!!

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: The DIRTY Writing...!!: “ Viewers mai iss waqt Karachi k aik masroof tareen ilaqay mai hun, yahan jis^m faroshi karnay wali khuwateen rehti hain aur hussan ka b...

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: YE KESA DAR HAI ?

LIGHT A LAMP FOR IT IS THE DARK HOUR.: YE KESA DAR HAI ?

YE KESA DAR HAI ?

The DIRTY Writing...!!

“Viewers mai iss waqt Karachi k aik masroof tareen ilaqay mai hun, yahan jis^m faroshi karnay wali khuwateen rehti hain aur hussan ka bazaar b yahan khob garam rehta hai. Ham MASLA KIA HAI ki ye special episode aap k liye lay kar ae hain k aap ko batain k aap ki society mai kia kuch hoo raha hai”

“Hahaha, Oe is ko tw yeh kehna chahiye tha k ham MASLA KIA HAI ki ye special episode aap k liye lay kar ae hain takay aap ko pata chalay k zarorat parnay par jana kahan hai.”

Umer, my brother said this narrowing his eyes on the 30 inch televison screen on which Uzma ejaz, a totally unattractive anchor was doing all her best to make her show an attractive one. I was amazed on the topic which was chosen for the show and was shocked at the same time that the Administration of Dawn News can go down to such a pathetic level to sell out their product and catch the viewers. However if this was what Uzma and Dawn News thought, then Yes they were successful.

At least she caught me and Umer.

My middle finger which was on remote control of my DABBA television got stuck on Dawn News. Well do not think over that why the middle finger was operating the remote control, instead why Dawn News and why on hearing such dialogue from Uzma Ejaz.

It was not because it was something new for me, as we all know that since the advent of mankind such deeds are persistent in almost every society, at some places hidden and at the other open to all. I was rather curious that

“How the hell I don’t know the………………………the place”

“Where the mouse have you been living Abdullah”

I wondered.

It was not that I am interested in such kind of places; well you might hardly believe that.

But that’s true.

It’s the fact that it was interesting, in a sense that I had been living in this metropolitan city from last 23 years but I never came across such place.

“You have wasted your entire teenage you stupid man”

Something whispered in my left ear.

“Shut up, don’t listen to his bullshit”, something whispered in my right ear.

And then Uzma again caught my attention;

“acha aap batain ap iss gandi jaga par rehti hain aur ye kaam b karti hain tw aap kesay manage karti hain? Aap ko dar nae lagta k aap ko koi bemari b hoo skti hai? Safe sex k baray mai kuch pata hai apko”

She was talking to one of the leading Prostitute of that area;

“nae ji, ye gandi jaga nae hai, ab tw yahan doctor sahib aa gaye hain aur safe sex k tareekay ham sab ko bataye hain. Ham tw ji pehlay hi clear kar deti hain k Cond*m k begair nae ho ga, jo ho ga Cond*m k sath ho ga, ALLAH ka shukar hai ji apni mehnat karti hain aur safai tw ji adha imaan hai na ji”

“hahaha” Umer blasted out his laughter

My ears got red, and I felt my face getting hot, quickly my middle finger scrolled the remote control and as if I knew that right at the very moment

“Manhos sath chor gaya”

Desperately I jumped out of the sofa like if something had pinched me under, ran towards the T.V and finally switched It OFF. I scanned T.V lounge to see the presence of my mother and sister, on finding none, I felt my heart pumping again which for an instance I thought had quit doing that.

“oe wesay bol kia rai thi ye, kia use kartay hain” I asked my brother

And the T.V lounge roared with our laughter.                    

                                                                                           

P.S: I truly understand that the topic isn’t hilarious instead is quite sensitive one. But such episodes and programs do not bring any change in the society. Like the above episode, it actually educated masses that "where you will find one when needed". I personally believe that media has a strong role especially in our society where people hardly bother to read; they are strongly influenced and controlled by the media. Slowly such elements are being introduced in our society through media, poisoning our social and religious values. BE AWARE.