وفاقی ملازم

میں چھٹیاں بےپناہ چاہتا ھوں
اور سستی کی انتہا چاہتا ھوں
گپ شپ اور کھانے پینے میں دن گزریں
میں تنخواہ بے حساب چاہتا ھوں
کوئی مکمل نہیں دنیا میں
میں پروٹوکول لا جواب چاہتا ھوں
ہو جاؤں بے گھر سے با گھر
میں دار الحکومت میں گھر چاہتا ھوں
ملازمت میں حکومت کے خواب
مری سادگی دیکھ، میں کیا چاہتا ھوں

بچپن

بچپن کی اک شام ہو
سردیوں کی اک شام ہو
سرخ شفق کی چادر میں
پکوڑوں کا کچھ کام ہو
برف کے گولے کھا نے سے
اک بار پھر زکام ہو
ٹھنڈی ہوا کے جھونکے ہوں
مونگ پھلی کا شاپر ہو
چلغوزوں کی تھیلی ہو
اور مٹھی میں بادام ہوں
پھر سے وہ شام ہو
گزرے بچپن کے نام ہو

Diary of a Daddy’s Boy (Part#02)

I never understood the mentality of poor people. We bring them out of their miserable lives. We clothe them with our old attire. We provide them with our leftovers from previous day meals. We give them roof of our basement or “Mamti”. As they are illiterate and therefore ineligible to choose what is best for them, we guide them to the right path, telling that it is best for them to stay with us as it will solve their problems of “Roti, Kapra, Makan” (isn’t that what “AAm Admi” is after?). To be more kind, we even engage their kids in our daily works like “Bartan Dhona”, carrying the luggage and following my wife in malls. Well, I am not a proud person but if I tell you the truth, I have observed that kids seem happier around other kids so I let my servant’s 6 year old entertain my 8 year old son (to avoid ambiguity, I am calling my servant’s kid “choota” and referring my kid as Mustafa). For example, choota can bowl all the time when Mustafa wants to play cricket or choota can make faces to make Mustafa laugh. But with all these kindnesses and politeness shown, they always pretend unhappy, trying to get away back to their dirty lives. The other day my servant’s uncle died in Omar kot and he came to me bursting into tears and asked for two days leave. I felt very sad and gave him 1500 rupees from my zakat fund so that his uncle can be buried properly. But of course I cannot let him leave, who is going to take Jhonny (My pet dog) for evening walk if he goes.

P.S: I just redecorated my living room, below is a picture, haters please don’t be jealous, it’s all Halal ‘kamai’.

The Stunning Living room of my villa

Diary of a daddy’s Boy (Part#01)

Living in an air conditioned room, in a magnificent building with a lot of servants in an area filled with palaces and sea view at arm’s length, I am sorry if I don’t know how other “people” live in filthy areas of the city. I have never been to the other side of native jetty bridge. It is not my fault if other people drink contaminated water, I pay all my taxes or off the record, a little more than my taxes, just to keep the business running(if you know what I mean). Every time I am in Europe or America, I realize how dirty and unsterilized we people are. It’s like we just don’t like to party. Well, it’s not that I just stick to my rich buddies or foreign tours; I am a people’s person. I do give my servants eidi’s and donate a monthly amount to SOS and heavy amounts to fund raisings that I come to know about. Not only that I do sacrifice a camel, some cows and bakray on every eid. I am not a religious person but I do pray occasionally, I just need a few things, I want to buy my own villa in France, a summer home in Switzerland, a vacation home in New York, and I want Emma Watson to be my girl friend. Oh God! There is almost everything that I am missing. I am the most miserable person on earth. I have never done any wrong. God! Why me? Never ever my wishes have come true.😦

Blood Bath in Gaza

It wasn’t the bomb shells of Israel that killed children of Gaza neither was it the western world. It was the silence of Arab world that is responsible for the massacre of Gaza. The dictators of Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Emirates and Jordan feel threatened from the political Islam that they will sacrifice anything to crush every nipping bud of politics in the Middle East. A 72 hrs truce has been announced between Hamas and Israel after 24 days of blood shed but a response has still to be seen from the Dictators of Middle East. 10556338_10154451157505444_7036903850267486084_n

The Leopard Trap

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It was ice everywhere and on that there were very visible foot prints of a leopard. A chill of horror slipped through my bones. There was no turning back. If we were to reach the road before dark, then we were bound to move forward to reach the summit and climb down to the other side otherwise we will be just stuck in the forest. Although this was not the highest peak of Galyat but it was proving to be the toughest. The ice layer was getting denser, sometimes it was 5-10 feet and sometimes we didn’t know how deep it went. The footsteps were getting fresher. I knew leopard was not a very big cat and it was interested mostly in comparatively small preys but still it was hard to tell when it may become suddenly interested in human flesh. I thought this may prove to be my last hike but I shall give a worth of fight. After half hour of marching, we reached the peak. A sigh of relief! Escaping the wrath of a leopard and reaching the peak in time, a small Bar B Q could have made the day but there were no chickens around. Well, there is no stepping back. I might go to summit the peak again through another trek, who knows may be this time we meet. =P
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Fall of Institutions

The old man called his sons who used to fight each other and told them to break a bundle of sticks. When they failed to do so, the old man asked them to untie the bundle and break the sticks one by one that they did quite easily.
“What has slowed down this country?” My boss asked. “Individualism”, I replied without hesitation. You can not deny the fact that Pakistani’s has made their names in the high ranks of every important field. They have left their marks in science, technology, medical, arts, peace, business and literature etc. Everyone knows and gives recognition to Abdus Salam, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Nusrat Fateh Ali khan, Arfa Karim, Malala yusufzai, sadqain, Malik Riaz and many more that I cannot list. But why these legends have failed to make their impact in our society. Why Pakistan is not moving forward despite producing scores of geniuses. There is failure of collectivism and rise of individualism. Every effort and every success is directed towards the individuals that results in rotting of institutionalism. A country’s development depends on how strong its institutions are. Sadly in Pakistan’s case, institutions are more of a formality. Result is chaos, instability and corruption. I hope someday government understands that healthy institution are more beneficial than glucose injections of metro bus and Danish schools.