Friday, March 13, 2009
"The Darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn "
listen this master piece written by Aaitzaz Ahsan ,sung by Laal Band.
Monday, March 02, 2009
I wrote this story nearly five years ago for the story telling competition at PACC .
1ST January 2001 was my first day at College. I was so happy and a little scared. As you all know it has become customary with the seniors students of the college to greet the new entrants with a light comedian spirit. This practice is commonly known as “FIRST YEAR FOOLING “.
I was well aware of it so were most of my friends. We were all conscious about it and went to the college in a group. Unexpectedly seniors were very kind and helpful to us all .then the bell rang and they guided us to our class. We were about 60 student .we started talking with each other. Suddenly, a young guy Came in to our class and introduced himself as Mr. Altaf Khan; our new teacher .He was just like a fourth year student. The two boys of our class Rehan and Ali stood and wanted to inquire about him from the principal office to make sure that he was a teacher. Mr.altaf confidently permitted them. In the meantime, he told us about his background and his subject and his education from Oxford. Then the two boys confirmed that he is our teacher .we were all very much impressed by his politeness and his great knowledge about his subject. In the end of the class, he gave us subject notes and he wanted that any student should take the responsibility to Photostat them for entire class. Again, Rehan and Ali stood and took the responsibility and collected 50 Rs from every student. Then the class was over we were all very happy to get a very good teacher.
Suddenly, we heard noises made by student talking and laughing outside our class. We went outside to check what was happening. We were shocked to see that our highly educated teacher Mr. khan and our two class fellows rehan and ali along with the whole fourth year were standing ,having a bottle and burger in their hands. As they were all celebrating their victory to make us fools. They all had wining smile on their faces. They all welcomed us with the slogan “first year fools, Zindabad” and that time we all just thought about highly educated teacher, our 50 Rs and our unawareness at how the fourth year can really come up with different ideas to make the first year fool.
I was well aware of it so were most of my friends. We were all conscious about it and went to the college in a group. Unexpectedly seniors were very kind and helpful to us all .then the bell rang and they guided us to our class. We were about 60 student .we started talking with each other. Suddenly, a young guy Came in to our class and introduced himself as Mr. Altaf Khan; our new teacher .He was just like a fourth year student. The two boys of our class Rehan and Ali stood and wanted to inquire about him from the principal office to make sure that he was a teacher. Mr.altaf confidently permitted them. In the meantime, he told us about his background and his subject and his education from Oxford. Then the two boys confirmed that he is our teacher .we were all very much impressed by his politeness and his great knowledge about his subject. In the end of the class, he gave us subject notes and he wanted that any student should take the responsibility to Photostat them for entire class. Again, Rehan and Ali stood and took the responsibility and collected 50 Rs from every student. Then the class was over we were all very happy to get a very good teacher.
Suddenly, we heard noises made by student talking and laughing outside our class. We went outside to check what was happening. We were shocked to see that our highly educated teacher Mr. khan and our two class fellows rehan and ali along with the whole fourth year were standing ,having a bottle and burger in their hands. As they were all celebrating their victory to make us fools. They all had wining smile on their faces. They all welcomed us with the slogan “first year fools, Zindabad” and that time we all just thought about highly educated teacher, our 50 Rs and our unawareness at how the fourth year can really come up with different ideas to make the first year fool.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
At last after a long long time, Pakistani cricket team is in the news for positive reasons. A test match played here in Karachi after an eighteen month gap and icing on the cake is that Younis khan made a triple century.
I was so happy yesterday and 400 seems to me the reality but just when i got up today , my sis gave the news that he got out on 313.So near yet so far.
Of late I have posted a lot of stuff in Urdu here .but now I realized that Urdu and English can’t go side by side in one blog or may be I don’t have capability actually to do it. So I have decided to make a new blog for Urdu stuff. I have read a lot of Urdu stuff last year and I have a plan this year to read more. I always feel pity on myself because neither I know the English rightly nor Urdu. But this is the case with some other people also.
I remember I was watching a TV program in which they were interviewing Japanese who was well versed in Urdu. They were also taking live phone calls .Somebody called and wanted to talk to Japanese.
Caller : HelloJapanese : Asalam-o -Alaikum
Caller : walaikum Asalam
Japanese : ap ka ism sharif ?
Caller : ji !! kiya kaha ap ne ?
The interviewer then interrupted and told the caller that the guest was asking his name. Here is the link of my new Urdu blog آوازِانا
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Life is not normal nowadays. It has been extremely tough for me from quite some time. And I keep on reminding myself this couplet of Mohsin Naqvi
جس نےزند گی دی ہے وہ بھی سوچتاہوگا
زند گی کےبارے میں اس قدرناسوچاکر
زند گی کےبارے میں اس قدرناسوچاکر
I use to spend a lot of time in thinking, but thinking is no good especially if one is going through with tough time. Iqbal, has a different view point about tough times of life. …kehte hain
غم جوانی کوجگادیتاہے لطف خواب سے
ساز یہ بیدار ہوتاہے اسی مضراب سے
طائر دل کے لئے غم شہپر پروازہے
رازہے انسان کا دل غم انکشاف راز ہے
ساز یہ بیدار ہوتاہے اسی مضراب سے
طائر دل کے لئے غم شہپر پروازہے
رازہے انسان کا دل غم انکشاف راز ہے
The whole ghazal فلسفہ غم is so satisfying. It has a message of strength for people like me. It is a way of seeing glass half full rather than half empty.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
چلو پھرآنے والی رت کااستقبال کرتےہيں
محبت ہی محبت سا ل اب کے کا شت کرتے ہيں
HAPPY NEW YEAR
“May the New Year brings Peace, Harmony
And Happiness for all people
Of the world”
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The recent situation at the border is really tense but the morale of a nation and forces are high .we all should keep in mind that in every threat there is an opportunity. it is time to be united and time to tell our enemy that
با طل سے ڈرنےوالے اےآسماں نہيں ہم
سو بار کر چکا ہےتوامتحا ں ہمارا
سو بار کر چکا ہےتوامتحا ں ہمارا
کافرہے تو شمشير پہ کرتا ہے بھروسہ
مومن ہے تو بے تيغ بھی لڑتا يے سپاہی
مومن ہے تو بے تيغ بھی لڑتا يے سپاہی
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Bichre milte hain bad mudat ke
Us ko Roz-e-saeed kehte hain
Dard auroon ke bant kene ko
Bazm-e-hasti mein Eid kehte hain
Us ko Roz-e-saeed kehte hain
Dard auroon ke bant kene ko
Bazm-e-hasti mein Eid kehte hain
Happy Eid To Every One ESPECIALLY you!
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