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مرد؟

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خبر : کلاس کا اول رہنے والے بچے نے پنکھے سے لٹک کر اپنی جان لے لی . خبر : ملک کی معروف جامعہ کا طلب علم ، نشے کی اوور ڈوز سق جان کی بازی ہار گیا . خبر : سنگدل باپ نے 2 بچوں اور بیوی کو گولی مارنے کا بعد خود کشی کر لی . خبر ، خبر ، خبر . ری ایکشن : بزدل تھا ، سنگدل تھا ، لڑکی کا پیچھے جان لے لی ، نشے سے مر گیا ، پاگل تھا ، بیوقوف تھا ، مرد ہی نہیں تھا…  مرد ہی نہیں تھا . کیا ہے مرد ؟ کون ہے یہ ؟ کیوں ہے یہ ؟ میں کہتا ہوں کہ مرد اِس دنیا کا سب سے مظلوم جانور ہے . کیسے ؟ میں بتاتا ہوں ، مرد سے اس کی زندگی ، اس کی خوشیاں اس کا اپنا آپ، ایسے چھینا گیا کہ اس کو احساس تک نہیں ہوا . ذرا سی برتری کا لولی پوپ پکڑا کر ، اس کے کندھوں پہ اتنی ذمہداریان ڈال دی گئی کہ جِسم تو اکڑا رہ گیا ، مگر وہ اندر سے کھوکھلا ہوتا چلا گیا . اسی سے پِھر ہوتا ہے ، تھوڑی تیز ہوا کسی اور طرف سے آ جائے ، تو تڑخ ، بیچ سا ٹوٹ جاتا ہے. جھکتا نہیں ، بولتا نہیں ، کیوں کہ مرد کو تو درد نہیں ہوتا نا صاحب ، مرد تو کبھی رو نہیں سکتا . یا وہ مخلوق ہے ، جس پر ہمیشہ یہ الزام لگایا جاتا ہے کے یہ سب فیصلے کرتا ہے . کہاں صاحب ، ک...

Zindagi O Zindagi

Ruk, Thehar Ja, Zara Dam To La, Ae Zindagi. Tere Roz O Shab Ka Jhamele Main, Rat Jagon Main, Akele Main, Meri Adhi Umer Nikal Gae. Ruk, Thehar Ja, Zara Dam To La, Ae Zindagi. Tere Din Rat Ki Banhon Main, Kuch Banane, Kuch Karne Ki Chahon Main, Main Khud Ko Bhol Betha Hn, Kon Tha Main Kya Hoon Main Aj, Khud Say Poch Betha Hoon Ruk, Thehar Ja, Zara Dam To La, Ae Zindagi. Main Khud Sa Jang Mool Betha Hn.

THE WALK (Part 1)

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It was a fine Friday. Fine in terms that my regular official meeting was cancelled due to some reasons and I had a whole day free. It was raining since morning and it was getting cold and cold but I am a mad guy who loves rain. Also I had to see my long distance beloveds, The Thames and The Tower Bridge. I left home at about 2 pm in the noon, and instead of taking the bus or the tube, I decided to walk for as long as I can. I personally like walking for as long distance as I can, not to keep me fit, not to save money but because I can observe better while I am walking and I can easily get lost in the streets which is what I want. The first stop I made was at the white chapel gallery. Frankly I had expected more from this gallery, it was good but not as good as I expected. Another reason can be that I do not know much about art. Well I liked their video gallery and also the video which was being aired over there which was something like “Not an Ordinary Protest”. It was...

Some Words, Broken Words

I am writing these words while sitting near the open exit door of a moving train while I am going to Rawalpindi from Lahore. These are just a few thoughts going across my mind about a thing people call LIFE . They say that life is a straight road, then they again change it to, It’s a Y cross of two roads of which you can choose one, a right one about which they say that it’s going to be really difficult in the start with gradual increase in the difficulties and then it’s going to be very easy. The other option for any one according to them is what they call a wrong path, a shinny, charming easy looking road which enclose grave horrors in it. This is what the people say, I have a different opinion. In my opinion, this life is a labyrinth, a snarl a maze where you keep wandering around and around to just see that you are at the same place from where you started. Same alleys, same options, same confusions, same people, Just in different shape, dress and tones. With the...