فریاد


ہے ہمنے آنکھوں سے پڑھی،

اسکی نظروں میں جو ناراضگی تھی بسی ،

کوئی فریاد یوں جیسے تنہائی تھی دل میں بسی ،

زندگی کی سچائی زہر کی مانند ،

بوند بوند وجود میں ٹپکی ، مانند حیات تھی جیسی ،

سفر تھا ایسا بوجھ ہو جیسے ،

ندی یوں بےبسی سے ہنسی تھی جیسی ،

کوئی بات اس کے روح میں کند تھی ایسی ،

میری ذات اسکے زخموں سے آراستہ تھی ویسی !

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ٹوٹا ستارہ


وہ دیکھو ؛ ٹوٹا ستارہ،
آسمان پہ چمکا ، بھولا بھٹکا ستارہ ،
روشنی کا ہلکا مدھم اشارہ ،
وہ میری بھٹکتی راہوں کا استعارہ !

Purani Jeans Vs College Memories !


The song reminds me OLD days..School, College, University….

Not in School but in College and University I surely sang songs by tapping on the table with friends… 😀

How can I forget my day when on the second day of graduation year, I went to a girl sitting on the table canteen while chatting with friends and asked her “Hi, Are you __________? will you please take Electronics as a subject?” She looked at me astonished and said.. “Jao jao, jab mera TV kharab ho jaye ga to ll bring it to you to fix it” LAUGHED … 😛
She is none but my best buddy from that day onward till now 😛
and yea she joined Electronics Class and for 2 years of graduation, I was the one provided her every class notes and solved Shaum series sums for her 😀 😉

University was full time fun when had chips and samosas on the Gardina table with KETCHUP … that is the other thing that waiter would had cursed us for making him present BOTTLE of KETCHUP … 😀
In the end had LONG SONG … tapping and clapping GARDINA Table… 😛

So “PURANI JEANS” is the one who brings back total package of memories. 🙂

My Kids Comments !


After Summer Vacations, today was the first day on my job and you know what.. What a pretty fabulous comments I had from my Kids…
The immensely made me to share on my Bloggy… 😀

Hey Ma’am 🙂 “My KG Baby” Naughty faced 😀

Ma’am I went Skardoo, I went Bishaam, I went Dubai …. Where did you go? 😛 “My 3rd grade Child” :/ 😀

Ma’ammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! I missed you, I love you, I am after you … 😀 “My 4th Grade Child”

Ma’am You are looking so fancy today … “My 5th Grade Child”

Ma’am Blue brings shine in you… 😀 “My 3rd Grade Child”

Hi Ma’am, Hey Ma’am, Yayyyyy Ma’am, Heeee Ma’am lovely ….. “My 4th Grade Children” 😀

AND YES THE MOST AMAZING ONE …. Ma’am you are looking like ORANGE MARMALADE on CHOCOLATE “My 4th grade Child” Hahahaaaaa 😀

Kids are Kids and I Love them for their pure expression and affection … 🙂 They are never fake! 🙂

Slum !


“Baji safai karwani hai?”
“Sahab sheesha saaf kar doon?”

Children roaming around the streets and lingering on roads while knocking every car window, asking for cleaning the front shield or knocking every door in the street for every sort of usual tasks.

Are they slum or their poor living condition and circumstances are forcing them to do labor instead of going to school or live and enjoy the life as other children are adding value to their healthy life.

People use to allow them to clean the wind shield or clean the drive way or hedges but don’t bother to think about their future or giving them education and necessities of life. They just bother to take out their work by paying them 10 to 20 Rs and feel as their responsibility is concerned only to this point.

Number of slum children is increasing day by day and more roads are covered by them now. At the end of the day, they use to collect garbage and grass, fill them in their sacks and take them home. No one knows whether they will come tomorrow or be seen on the roads or one of them will die tonight by starvation.

Isn’t it our moral duty or ethical responsibility to consider those infants along with our own kids?

Numb!


Epitome of My Past is evolving the LIVING statue which had never been hooked up in the schedule of future. The future which has become present is presenting the Numb fugitive being without the fancy existence. Though I am totally Blank slate but hardened enough to write any new line by the predators of the society. The barren land which has been craving for fertility of sensible words and sparkling gestures poured by the infant pupils with pure rationalism.
My intentionally imposed restraints. Tantrums will no more work out.