Archive for August 2006
afsoos aaj tu bhi faramosh ho gaya!
Yasir[crashed]questioned
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darakht-e-jaan pay azaab rut thi naa barg jagay na phool ayay
bahar-e-wadi say jitnay bhi panchi idhar ko ayay malool ayay
wo saari khushiyaan jo us nain chaheen utha kay apni jhooli main rakh leen
humaray hissay main faqat uzar ayay, jawaz ayay, usool ayay
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mein ne samjhaa tha ke tu hai to darakhshan hai hayat
tera gham hai to gham-e-deher ka jhagra kyaa hai?
teri surat se hai aalam mein baharon ko sabaat
teri aankhon ke sivaa duniya mein rakha kyaa hai?
tu jo mil jaaye to taqdeer nigoon ho jaaye
yun na tha – mein ne faqat chaha tha yun ho jaye
aur bhi dukh hain zamanay mein muhabbat ke siva
rahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki rahat ke sivaa
Signpost!
Yasir[clueless]announced
It’s a pity to gauge life in years, months and days. So exactly I’m 22 years, 11 months, 30 days, 16 hours and 59 minutes old as I write these lines, but that’s the least I’m interested in. I wasn’t sure that I would survive for so long, a week ago. Feels like I’ve lived for ages and life has ceased to exist. Anyway, life has changed drastically over last few months. There’s an indignified sense of loss stuck deep down somewhere.
iss akhir-e-shab sochta hoon
mein nay itnay dard chupa kar
kya khoya hai?
kya paya hai?
Public Notice: I’d been robbed of my mobile, so don’t try calling me to wish. My computer is also kharab, so don’t bother to drop me email because when I’ll read it, the day might have already passed. Thanks.
thank-you-ma’am
Yasir[angry]mailed
Ma ji asked about lahore’s weather over phone and I said,
“kabhi kabhi andar aur bahir ka mosam kitna mukhtalif hota hai”
zabt ka ehad bhi hai, shauq ka pema’an bhi hai
ehad-o-pema’an se guzar janay ko ji chahta hai
dar itna hai kay har rag mein hai mehshar barpa!
aur sakoon aisa kay mar janay ko ji chahta hai!
Pieces of self
Yasir[skeptic]questioned
I’ve become an arrogant programmer afterall. I look for flaws in the system before inspecting my own code for bugs. Confidence, they proclaim? Another thing that I can almost recall about the confidence hypothesis is ‘the confident driver always have the severe accident’. I learnt that through experience that don’t speak until you’re asked to, in a gathering, but once you speak, no matter how faux your logic is, prove your word right. Requires balls of steel! But I had been thinking lately, when someone very dear, whom I place on very high on the pedestal of respect, asked me to look into the meaning of my very own name and the relevancy within the self.
Yasir: The name of one of the very first martyrs of Islam, died of course for the right cause.
Hussain: Again another, who was sacrificed.
So, for me it’s pretty unfitting (unfitting btw is a very mild word for such) to be arrogant and false.
Later added: On the funny side of it, someone also suggested another meaning of my first name, if you speak Punjabi. Translates roughly to ‘Brain fu****’! We use a term BFM (Brain Fu***** Machine) in Isloo for the incoherent talker (like me)! The name says it all!!
‘haunted mansion’
Yasir[crashed]declared
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tumhari yaad* hai dil mein
kay ik sayyad* hai dil mein
usay aabad karna hai
tumhara naam lena hai!
tum he ko yaad karna hai
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* I think I’ve become a relative** thinker/speaker for some time now. How long it will last, I can’t foretell.
** On second thoughts, absolute is only One. You can’t be a part of of His absoluteness; no more Anal-Haq, please!
