Hey, just have a look at this one. Its an innovation-Fusion Enrique Iglesias, Avril Lavigne, Metallica- Woh In maghribi mauseeqee nigaaron (singers) ko Pasand karti thi, jabki main Rafi, Kishore aur Lata Ji ke afsaanon ko zauq o Shauq se sunta tha. Uske Daaman se phaylne waali Gucci ki Mahak poore maahaul ko shadab karti thi, jabki humari Lakhnawi Itr ki khushbu bohat kam ki kisi aur ko apni taraf Mutawajjah (attentive) karti thi. Wo Maghrib (West) ki Aazad Bulbul thi, aur Hum Mashriq (East) ke Qaid Parinde thay. Uske Armani, Prada aur Versace ke kapdo ke saamne mero do adad (two sets) Lakhnawi Kurte ehsaas e kamtari (inferiority complex) main mubtala ho jaate thay. Wo angreezi Adab main maahir thi, jabki main Urdu ka rahbar tha. Aisa nahi tha, ki mujhe Angrezi zubaan se la-ilmi (ignorance) ka koi malaal tha. Urdu hamare mulq ki ganga-jamuni tahzeeb ka ek behtareen misaal hai. Lekin jab bhi main us ke saath hota, mujhe apne angrezi ki na-waqfiyat par badi sharam mehsoos hoti. Mera poora wajood ehsaas e Kamtari main doob jata. Rutbe (status) aur Ilm(knowledge) ka farq hamari shaksiyaton (personalities) main saaf jhalakta tha. Jab bhi woh mujhse baat karne ki koshish karti, to main use daant deta. Bade buzurgon ne sahi hi kaha hai ki Rishta hamesha barabari waalon main karna chahye. Aaj wo ja rhi thi. Hamari padhai mukammal(Complete) ho chuki thi, isliye wo apne walidayn(parents) ke paas wapas New York ja rahi thi. Saare doston ki tarah, main bhi use alvida kehne Airport pahuncha. Maine khud se ye sawaal baar baar pucha Rutbe aur aukaat ka itna waazay (clear) farq jaankar bhi Maine us se mohabbat kyun ki?. Wo to mujhe do nazar dekhti bhi nahi, aur mera khayal hai ki, door door tak uske dil main mera Koi tassavur nahi hoga. Aakhir kar uske jaane ka waqt qareeb aa gya. Humari nazrein mili.Uski us ek jhalak ne mere poore wajood (Existence) par larza taari (shivering) kar di thi. Shabnam ke motiyon ke manind (similiar) chamakti wo aankhen, jo meri dil ki dhadkanon ko badha deti thi. Dil to karta tha, ki us ke darmayaan (in her presence) apne dil ka haal bayaan karun; Us se Kahun ki Us ke chehre ki Masoomiyat, Choodiyon Ki Khanak aur Roshan Ikhlaaq (manners) ke saamne Falaq (sky) ke Mahram (family members)- Shams (sun) o Qamar (moon), Najm (star) o Sehar (Morning), Sab Giraan (inconsequential) hain. Ki meri Hasti (personality)ke har sutoon (pillar) par sirf usi ka pehra hai, Sirf wohi hai mere Sochon main, meri haar Saans main uska Wajood Mushtamil (Present) hai. Chahe wo Kisi Andheri Raat Ki Tareeqi (wilderness) ho ya phir Bargaah E Ilahi ke barguzeedah lamhe (divine moments in the presence of God), har pahar usi ka chehra mere Dil, Jismon-Jaan par chaya rehta hai. Mera Andaaz E Bayaan (way of expression) Ghair Maayne (Insensible) ho sakta hai par meri Mohabbat Ki Paakeezgi ka Shahid (witness) to Khuda hi hai. Na-ahli ke kisi lamhe mein (In am moment of weakness, inefficiency) main Khuda ki wahdaaniyat (oneness) ka inkaar kar sakta hoon, par apni mohabbat ki Wafa aur shiddat (extreme) se kabhi inkaar nahi kar sakta. --------------------------------xxxxxxxxxx----------------------------------- I saw him, seated in the farther most corner, far away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd. He was wearing the same Maroon colored Kurta Id gifted him a couple of years ago. From the out start, he seemed different, someone totally out of the league of the common en masse. While others spent their time flirting around with girls, exhausting their energies to outline plans which would checkmate girls over the assault of their charms and chalices, he sat around in an empty corner phrasing the awe inspiring wonders of human life through his words. Even if the proportions of gravity ceased to exist, I’d have fallen for him. I can summarize the biggest regret of my life in a single word- “Why”. Why I’ve been able to fascinate everyone through my looks and personality, except the single person who means the world to me. Why does he not acknowledge the immense divine connection between us? Is it so difficult to decipher the obvious sense of these events-The girl, whom the whole college tried to pamper with gifts, just to seek some moments with her, would spend hours waiting to just catch a glimpse of him and would constantly seek opportunities to have a word with him! My apparent sense of arrogance was just a defensive measure employed to prevent him for seeing through the voidness of my soul, rendered helpless by his wrecking sight. I used to avoid him, to prevent him for visualizing my cheeks, which would turn bright red in his presence. I am a girl, how on earth am I supposed to take the initiative to divulge my confession? It’s totally a boy’s prerogative, isn’t it? I want to feel the warmth of his breath, surrender the realms of my existence in his arms and plunge into the oceans of his glittering eyes. Ah! Those eyes spoke volumes. Even if he ceased to speak for his whole life, I would work out his intentions through his eyes. Unfortunately, “Conditions apply” is the paradox of destiny which hinders my way towards the fulfillment of my dreams. I would change for him, yielding all my lavishness and splendor at his disposal and adjust to a supposedly meager lifestyle. The mirage of my aspirations crackles beneath the veracity of an irrefutable statement- He does not love me!! They looked at each other, each one hoping that the other will say something. She checked her belongings- Passport, Boarding Pass, luggage, intently hoping that she had left something behind at her home which might give her a plausible excuse to leave her flight. She turned to leave, praying that a loud voice will arrest her steps and she would run towards him and embrace him and cry her heart out in his bosoms. But, Alas-This was not a fairy tale, nor a Bollywood movie! This was life, revealing its viciousness with a face of contradictory indifferences. Neither he spoke, nor did she stop. The guilt of concealing their confessions will compound upon their conscience till eternity!! An axiom of Mathematics states Two parallel lines never intersect each other. Can this be held true for something as pristine as love? A point left for introspection!! -Arbaz Fahad A page reader
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 06:30:30 +0000
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