Politically Incorrect

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she always gone too long anytime she goes away

Wonder this time where she’s gone
Wonder if she’s gone to stay
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away

And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know

Hey I’ll leave the young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness everyday

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And this house just ain’t no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away

Yasir[crashed]questioned

– 1 -

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

- 2 -

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

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!

Yasir[crashed]declared

…
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
…

* 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!

Yasir[angry]announced
Talha shares a joke, a very eloquent one, here. And I heard someone a while back paying tribute to Bush’s Theory of Relativity:

Yasir[crashed]probed
I thought hard over my existence and then…

Yasir[angry]questioned

What is wrong with people? I mean, what the heck? You tell how important they are and they take you for granted and remove you from the podium of respect. Somehow, it has to do with the feeling of gaining an edge over you. I just recently told someone how I felt when we first met and though it was meant to be positive, the response was shocking. Perhaps, shocking, is a bit mild. The tone was rebukingly sharp and penetrating. And when you talk, the voice is so monotonous that you almost feel like clamping the phone down. I stood flabbergasted for a few seconds. So unfair!

چھوڑا نہیں غیروں نے کوءی ناوکِ دشنام
چھوڑی نہیں اپنو ں سے کوءی طرزِ ملامت

اب کے سال کچھ ایسا کرنا
اپنے گزرے بارہ ماہ کے
دکھ سکھ کا اندازہ کرنا
سادہ سا اک کاغز لے کر
بھولے بسرے پل لکھ لینا
اپنے سارے کل لکھ لینا
پھر اس بیتے ایک ایک پل کا
اپنے گزرے ایک ایک کل کا
ایک ایک موڑ کا احاطہ کرنا
سارے صحبتیں حاضر کرنا
ساری شامیں پاس بلانا
اور علاوہ ان کے دیکھو۔۔۔۔۔
سارے موسم دھیان میں رکھنا
ایک ایک یاد گمان میں رکھنا
پھر محتاط قیاس لگانا
گر تو خوشیاں بڑھ جاتی ہیں
تو پھر تم کو میری طرف سے
آنے والا سال مبارک
اور گر غم بڑھ جاءیں تو
مت بےکار تکلف کرنا
دیکھو تم ایسا کرنا
میری ساری خوشیاں تم لے لینا
مجھ کو سارے غم دے دینا
اب کے سال کچھ ایسا کرنا
آج ایک اور برس بیت گیا اس کے بغیر
جس کے ہوتے ہوءے تھے زمانے میرے

So, traditionally, this might suck as well but this is a shitty world. You gotta watch youself, mind you. People tend to promise what they can’t deliver, at all. Or perhaps, don’t want to. But rather more important is ending the term on a positive note. Well, it’s not related to the post actually but one of the good young writers I silently admire has quit writing for his blog, or atleast says so. What’s wrong with people, when people start admiring they somehow become a jughead. Anyways, if detracked is the fate, I just recalled what I marked when we passed out from the school:

jinhein jurm-e-ishq pe naaz tha, woh gunah-gar chalay gaye
-faiz

Somehow I feel that kids today have no respect for self and others. I’m not old enough to pass a judgement, but I get the feeling. You try to be nice with them and they reckon ‘free ho rahay ho’. Get a life man! You’re still a toddler in the pool and haven’t achieved anything in life; if your ancestors were something (that’s they, not you) and there’s a car under your ass (which is definitely your papa’s), doesn’t make everybody in the world turn to you, rotten egg! Oh, I still want to be nice with other kids and not let one bad incident make a dent in my behaviour. Somehow, I just can’t digest this angry-young-man-for-no-apparent-reason phenomenon. Perhaps, you can help me.

A while back in my early teens, I also had this I-am-out-this-world tumor in my head. Took me three years of sweeping mosque’s floor to cure that. I believe that Madrassah system is effective in a way that it brings out the individual in you; not same as our schools where you’re generalized with thousand others. In Madrassahs, everyone gets what he deserves; in addition to the bests sweeping the floors to get their heads back on planet earth. No really, I loved the job but still was a jughead; told you, took me three years! If I’m mild (now), that’s not by default but by choice. Say I’m a by-product of Madrassah system, you enlightened moderate!

Knowing what to say when is not always enough. You should also be aware of when to refrain from saying what. If you want a crash course, ring me up! My angst is not directed toward individuals, but attitudes in general. Holding yourself back when you CAN hurt the other is sometimes hard, but that’s what is taught in our religion. Forgive, so one the Day of Judgement Allah may forgive you too. Most of you would be saying ‘cut that religious talk jerk’ but I simply can’t; I’m not moderate and englightened? Not at all! Wanna flame? Sure, go ahead. I DO receive flame SMS from frustrated-kids-in-the-grown-men’s-shoes, only that I don’t get time to send back a nice reply. Awww.. I’m enlightened, moderate! No?