Street urchins

30 Dec

This fictional story is written by Amar Jalil under the head of “all untrue” and to some extent few outlines are translated by me as: I reached little bit late in emergency session of PB party. That was my dereliction, whereas the delegation of PB party, led by their secretary general junior Chuttan, had come to give me the invitation for partcipation. I consented. Before going out Chuttan Junior said, ” grand pa! you are forgetful, you write on the wall of your room that you have to participate in the session of PB party on tomorrow evening at 5 hour sharp”. I assured junior Chuttan, “don’t worry, I will write on the wall of my room that I have to participate in the session of PB party on tomorrow evening at 5 hour sharp”. Writing on wall is my daily routine. While reaching close to 75th year of my age, I have become the forgetful. I forget many things. As said by friends and foes, I had kept a diary along with me. I had made different entries in diary, like what is my name, what was the name of my father, what was the name of my mother, where I live. what do I do. I had also written in the diary that I don’t put on the tie because I know how to knot my tie but don’t know how to untie the knot of my tie. By mischance once after placing diary at somewhere, I unlearned where I had kept the diary. I did not find that diary uptill today. Before that a new diary be purchased by me, someone advised me to write on the wall. He had also told me, “once again by placing at somewhere you might unlearn the new diary, but the wall remain unmoved”. Friends thinking that I might forget the address of my house, they hanged a card, with a beautiful ribbon on my neck band, with my home address typed and my photograph adhered on that. You will deem me, from my distant appearance with a card hanging with a beautiful ribbon in my neck band, as an employ of PIA or of any bank, television or newspapers’ firm. Few youths had once surrounded me. They had sarcastically said, “aged like you! are robbing our rights and as you are on the brink of death, despite that you are taking extensions repeatedly, are you not ashamed, you aged have stood as wall in the progression of youths, you are a stone in our way, why you don’t die”. Whenever you will come to my house then you will feel no need to ask from me that where is bathroom, kitchen, court-yard in my house. You will find all that written on the walls of my house. Where is my almirah, what is kept in almirah, in which corner of house is my coffer is buried. You will sight “Sajnee” is written on all walls of my house. Sajnee was my girl friend. She had left me for nothing else than one day I had said her Rajnee. Inter alia you will find to read different scipts, maxims, contexts written on the walls of my house. For example, oblivious of evening does not return to home in morning. Tell the truths so often that the truth be doubted as lie. Cats dream mouse. Much ado about gas. Be anchor person of T.V. say all. Talk on mobile phone for whole night and sleep for all day so that the fate of mobile phone companies’ remain awaken. Politics is the dengue mosquito, if it cuts once, fever would not over for whole life. If you are painter then you can be senator on the seats reserved for technocrats. Name of killed one is written on each and every bullet. If one is tasted by everyone why god keeps him. Smuggled goods are exempted from sales tax. Numbers of people who are martyred by one another in Pakistan has so increased than that of the number of nymphs given to them, has become short. Numerous such contexts are written on the wall of my house. By now you might have estimated how I am a specific forgetful enough but even extra than that. Proceeding of emergency session of Pakistan Bacha Party -PBP (street urchins association) will be told after a break.

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Sages of mystics (sufis(

27 Dec

Apart of the significance of destiny in certainty or either possibleties and probableties, it is very aptly said, the education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing temper or self-confidence. It is an old aphorism that a good listener is a good learner. Listen to everyone and learn from everyone, because nobody knows everything but everybody knows something. There are two people who are failures in life. Those who do not listen to anybody for fear of comprehending and subsequent believing the matter ultimately would be enslaved and those who listen to everybody for the purpose of belief. If one wish to be a devotee of truth, then he has to be inquirer as well as believer. Like Shah Abdul Lateef Bhittai, the great mystic poet rightly said, prayer and fasting are too good activities but, acquire the sensibilities for something else to see your Beloved. Similarly Karl Marks said the hands that help other’s are more holy than the lips that pray. Here too priority is kept unchanged. One is not only responsible for what he is saying or said but he is also responsible of not saying the true and rightful talk at the required time. The world suffers a lot, not because of violence of bad people, but the silence of good people. Unthinking respect to an authority is the greatest enemy of truth. One should Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve his thoughts, for if he let it pass, the desire may never return and he will remain ignorant. The ability to communicate successfully – to speak, to write and listen expertly – will help you to gain greater professional recognition and will enable you to achieve you building a foundation for better. Divine Books have commanded the people to mull over the secrets of expanding universe. Many religious injunctions constantly calls for thinking and reflection on the every sign of nature. This is the only point, that is, to think over the secrets of expanding universe and its mystery Famous sufi poet Bulleh Shah says in his ode: only a point accomplishes the talk. Shah Lateef sums up this single point as: “You only read the letter ‘A’- all other pages put aside- Book-reading nothing will convey- but your being purify”. Modern scientists’ talk about a a grand unified theory. This may be a bit harsh on philosophers, but The story of landing of men on moon that begins with the fiction writer who fantasized in 1901, The First Men in the Moon, he visualized his vision, eventual landing came into being in 1969 by Neil Armstrong. The religious scholars, Sufis and scientists collectively participate in brainstorming along with dignified character for the further thinking, contemplation and Interpretation to understand the universe, baby universes and meaning of a grand unified theory, a “a theory of everything”. To study the unexplained phenomena and discovering the natural truth. Indeed one could always say that the laws of science are the expression of will of God.

Talking parrot

27 Dec

his fictional story is written by Amar Jaleel under the subject head “all untrue” and translated into  English by me: My old girl friend, while handing me over the rosary of fifty beads said, “go to Empress Market and fetch one kilogram of bringles, not to bring bitter vegetable (In Urdu kerraylay) instead”. I could understand the warning of my girl friend. Whenever she has sent me to take vegetable from market, I bring the bitter vegetable (kurraylay). After that day, whenever she has sent me to bring vegetable from market,  then first of all she hands over me a rosary of fifty beads and is said by her { go reading repeatedly, “bringles are taken, not bitter vegetable”}. On that day, giving me the rosary she said, [go reading repeatedly, “bringles are taken not bitter vegetable”}. I immediately said, “don’t worry I will bring bitter vegetable not bringles”. My girl friend beat her head, belabouring said, “Oh man! not bitter vegetable, bringles are brought, eating bitter vegetable again and again has made me bitter, my sweetness of inside has ended – not bitter vegetable, bringles are brought”. While shaking her hand I told, ” God willing! this time I will bring only bitter vegetable (kurraylay).  Not bitter vegetable –  Bringles, she cried, bringles! bringles! bringles. Confusedly I raced to go out, there came a voice from back, “listen”. I stopped girl friend said, ” go to Empress Market, do not to go Lee market – being martyred in old age will not suit you. I cannot afford even in the notion to see you in the agglutination of nymphs”. ” Don’t worry Romaana! despite being martyred  entry in Paradise will be banned for me the sinister”. I will be sent into inferno, where the hell cats will serve me the cutlets of carrion. As I stepped on the road my old girl friend peeping from window said, “do not go to Lee market, go to Empress Market and fetch one kilogram of bringles, not to bring bitter vegetable”. Reading repeatedly that “I have to bring bringles not bitter vegetable” –      “I have to bring bringles not bitter vegetable”. I reached at Empress Market, constructed to commemorate the crowning of Queen Victoria. There are four alleys to enter the Market. An extra ordinary multitude of people crowded at the alley where from I wanted to enter in the Market. Policemen were Spread there. In that part of market, the pet animals like rabbits, cats, squirrels, mongooses and interalia of dogs domestic birds like pigeons, partridges, starlings, ducks are available for sale. I had never seen before such a big crowd there. I was astonished to see the queues of big and shining vehicles besides the parking area. I slowly asked from the peddler of forged gemstones rings , “Are the rulers made up their minds to set up the assembly over here?” Peddler watching here and there said, “zardari sahib has come to purchase the mongoose”. I said, “what are you talking? Islamabad is the city of mongooses, what mongooses gone there dead ?” zardari sahib no more trusts on the mongooses of Islamabad, he wants to purchase the Sindhi mongoose. Said ring peddler. Ring peddler appeared dubious to me, later salesman of vegetable told me that peddler of rings was a man of C.I.D. He also told me inter alia of particular men of rulers, special advisers of the heads of different political parties have also arrived in these shining vehicles  Seat of senate has become vacant. Apart of rulers all parties need a parrot to set on senate seat. I was astonished. I asked from salesman of vegetables, “how do you come to know the stories of inside”. “I am also related with C.I.D.” Smilingly said vegetable salesman, I am inspector, ring peddler is my sub inspector . I bought one kilogram of bitter vegetable from salesman of vegetable, the C.I.D. inspector and alight up on the two hundred years old NEEM tree. Branches of that tree were scattered afar. One branch was spread up till the cages of pet animals and domestic birds, one owl was sitting on that branch watching the happenings engrossingly.  I got this owl flew from that branch of tree and sat on its place.  While sitting on a branch of, two hundred years old, Neem tree, I was staring what was happening down, where the parrots were being sold. Parrots were of different forms and traits. Few were bald and old, were gratuitously appearing statesman. But one trait was common in all, all were talking parrots. Among parrots, one parrot was prince of darkness and inelegant than all other parrots. It’s wings had fallen, it’s bill was black. It’s one eye was taken out and that’s why, that was looking barbery corsair of birds, price of that parrot was highest. Heed of all the Representative of political parties was concentrated towards the prince of darkness parrot. One rowdy  pygmy and obese representative of a political party asked to parrots’ salesman, “does this parrot has ever remained senator” ? “No”, salesman of parrots replied unbotheringly. Parrots’ salesman pontiffly said to the representatives, that this parrot has memorized the ballad of political history of Pakistan. Representatives asked to parrots’ salesman, “can this parrot communicate the stanza of ballad to us “. When parrots’ salesman gave four green chilies to eat to that parrot, after a bellow, it parroted, “one juggler leaves, other juggler comes, Deludes, all having tabor in one hand and clavecin in other hand. Gulp, gulp swallow all, keep on saying”. Representative of a political party purchased that inelegant parrot by giving the cheque of Suez bank.

Mian Fakir.

27 Dec

Social scientists’ opinion about the history of the idea regarding the origin of God simultaneously goes back to the known history of man kind in this World. As according to their discussions, there were many gods in past and God knows better how many more gods will be made in future. Comparatively the life span, since inception, of humans on the planet earth is too short than the existence of living cell and animals on this World . Mysticism is similarly a wide subject, it is coming a long way along with the history of human beings. In the collection of religious mysticism, apart of prophets, the role of their subsequent true followers and saints is of paramount importance. Role of Muslims is though trifle but strong enough with the list of nomenclature like, Rumi. Saadi, Hafiz, Khayam, Lateef, Sachal, Farid, Sultan Bahu, Bhule Shah and so. In the famous song of “gorakh dhandha”, Gorakh is mentioned. Gorakh is related to the existing geography of Sindh Pakistan. Ghorakh Nath was a man having mystic occupation / profession. The name Gorakh hill station, an undeveloped resort place in district Dadu Sindh Pakistan and name Dadu itself, both to some extent, are connected with the ancient Hindu mythology. Gorakh, Anand and Rumi are among the first few links along with other saints of the same chain. In setting up new type of religious mysticism for peaceful co-existence of humans on earth. Participation of above said persons is of significant importance. Without Gorakh, Anand and Rumi there would be no existing shape of religious mysticism, no Kabir, no Nanak, no Dadu, no Vajid, no Farid, no Meera -without the share of Gorakh the picture of current religious mysticism would not have been that possible. Those were the people who kept basic root of all of them. Since then the temple has been built high. On this temple many golden spires have been raised, but the foundation stone is the significant. Though the golden spires may be seen from afar, they cannot be more important than the foundation stone. The foundation is not visible to anyone, but on this very stone stands the whole structure, all the walls, all the high peaks. The peaks are worshiped. People simply forget about the foundation. Gorakh has been similarly forgotten, mystic tradition – those innumerable devotees of love – is indebted to Rumi and Gorakh. Just as without Patanjali there would be no possibility of yoga in India; as without Buddha the foundation stone of meditation would be uprooted. Just as without Krishna the path of love would not find expression. Without Jesus the signs 0f mercy would not have that application in World and hereafter. Without Mohamad P.B.U.H. and Zoraster, the history of Oneness of Supreme Being would not have a complete picture. Had Hussain ibn=e-Ali not sacrificed his life along with the lives his companions in Kerbala on principles of democratic norms and commitment, no one would have given the resistence to the dictatorships later in the subsequent history of man kind. Without Rumi, Bulleh Shah, and Lateef the songs and dances for love and peace would not have that say – Without mother Terasa the concept of social welfare would be incomplete. They pushed open so many doors for going into man’s inner being, they created so many doors that people got caught in them. Hence we have one word that remains with us -people have forgotten Gorakh -but not the word Gorakhdhandha, this word for maze remains. He gave so many methods, that people were confused, which method is right, which is wrong, which to do, which to drop? Gorakh had a rare individuality, similar to initially by Einstein and presently by Stephen Hawking in present age. Einstein and Stephen Hawking gave such novel methods for investigating the truth of the universe, as no one before them had given for that understanding to a common people i.e. Special Theory of Relativity and Unified Theory of all sciences respectively. Yes, now they can be further developed, now a finer edge can be put on them. But Einstein and Stephen Hawking has done the work as road-map Those who follow will though be important. Now they cannot be first few. Many will come who improve this road: ones who build it up, ones who place the milestones, ones who beautify it and make it comfortable. Many people will come, but no one can take Einstein’s place and now Stephen Hawking. In the inner world the same situation exists with prophets and their true followers. But why have people forgotten prophets in true sense, forgotten the Gorakh, Aanand and Rumi and like so ? The milestones are remembered, the path breaker is forgotten. The ones who have decorated the path are remembered, the one who has first broken the path is forgotten. Forgotten because, those who come after have the leisure to dress it up. One who comes first, will be unpolished, unfinished. True followers were like the diamond just out of the mine. If Gorakh and Kabir are sitting together, you

AMAR SCRIPT :

27 Dec

Short scripts of Amar Jalil’s autobiography written in Sindhi is translated into English by me.  Amar writes: I am the author of of shattered dreams, dispersed descriptions, the glum springs and soundless musics. I lead the convoy of words and sentences in wilderness and wander to chase following the desert of interpretation. I go astray in between procured and unprocured. I don’t write for the sake of palliation rather I write due to the stimulus of complete protest of my existence. The springs don’t impress me, but I write seeing the dry leaves of autumn. Moonlit nights make me dejected with pensive heart. Then I come to understand the turbulence of the ocean on full-moon nights. I have written the elegies and monodies in prose on the excited waves. Fearless heirs, travelling on planks of drown ship that collided with rocks, will read these prosed elegies and monodies in mid sea my and dig out the meaning of my meaningless words and sentences from abyss.  Since last few days, I am not feeling mentally well. Not relaxed from within, there is cry of contradictory ideas in the desert of notion. I have always tolerated the racks in my solicitude But sometimes it feels heartily so, there should be someone, with whom the inner status be discussed, should be sympathetic, should be my own, with whom dispersed, strewed thoughts be expressed with! Those are the few fortuitous who would get friends to talk about. Many years rolled by since I have shut the scrolls of complaints. I Write today, write aimless, write inexpressive, write meaningless, absurd, write beyond speculation, write such having neither head nor tail – write such a script, like boring abstract art. I am like so. When I become mentally worried (I don’t agree with the word worry- I can’t express fairly my mental condition) then abstract is written. I will not be understood to readers, bad wishes are invoked by them, I will not be prayed for blessing in my favor. I told my mother not to pray for blessings in my favor, your prays would have negative effect on me like application written in Sindhi. She is my mother she has given me birth, she cannot withdraw from her love. My mother always pray for blessings in my favor. Sindhu does not pray for blessing in my favor. Then suddenly, out of the blue, came the news that Ratan Talau school was set on fire by the political and religious madmen. It appeared to me they burnt Indra. While ignoring the voices of Amma, I reached Ratan Talau school in a race. Flames were rising from doors and windows. My sensibility was gone erroneous. Immense sorrow was felt by me. Grave shock was sustained to me. Why ? why ? why you have burnt my all belongings ? I deem, then weepingly was told by me and if was not said, I do say now while writing the autobiography, I will live taking pyre in my own arm and I am living with pyre in my arm. I will write with fire instead of ink. I am writing with fire instead of ink.    

Stoning the Satan :

23 Dec

It is fictional story written by Amar Jalil under the subject head of “all untrue” and translated by me with outlines:.We the few friends of ruined village had come at airport to receive our villager Old Insurgent, Syed Ali Hyder Siddiui. Syed Ali Hyder Siddiqui was not poet or etc, “Insurgent” was not his pseudonym.He was called Old Insurgent by all of us due to his frenzy state. No one knew either he was Syed or Siddiqui. He advertently added a prefix and a suffix of two castes with his name. When asked he evaded, with his peculiar style was used to saying as : “I have my own will, I can keep my name Shaikh Hyder Ali Shah – I can also keep my name Mirza Hyder Ali Chandio”. Nowadays Old insurgent says something else in reply, “if a Zardari can be called Bhutto with his will, then why I cannot be called Syed Hyder Ali Siddiqui or Shaikh Hyder Ali Shah or Mirza Hyder Ali Chandio?” Old Insurgent is indigent like all of us. After the sufferance of hardships, we had given him the amount collected for the ticket and other expenditures for his pilgrimage. Some people gathered alms, some people received extortion, others amassed amount at gun point, long before the BAKRA EID, in lieu of of thousands goats’ sheep’s cows’ bulls’ even camels’ skin. Some youngsters snatched a particular number of purses and cell phones so that a reasonable amount be deposited and we can send Old Insurgent to pilgrimage (HAJJ). We had decided that the news about the source of amount not to reach to Old Insurgent, otherwise he will not be willing for performing pilgrimage (HAJJ).  When our old insurgent haji who had returned from pilgrimage was delayed from coming out of custom’s clearance booth, my friends of ruined village said to me that as I am the devotee of PIRs (PIRS of native or indigenous origin, not peer, earl and duke series of English status ). Being a house fly, I should go inside the airport to know the reason of our indigent old haji’s delay at customs. With the blessings of PIRs of Sindh and Multan I became the fly and reached at customs check post, Where our old insurgent haji was stopped due to importing a bag full of pebbles instead of valued items. One custom officer stridently said to Mr. Old Insurgent, “people have brought the bags of dates, clothes, watches, perfumes and you have brought the bag full of pebbles- despite you say, I am not mad. ” Old Insurgent replied, “All the obligatory requirments for pilgrimage were fulfilled by me except the last one, I thought there is no shortage of Satan and his followers in Pakistan. I will hurl these pebbles to such Satan there and will fulfill my last ritual of stoning the Satan there.” 

Sages of Sufis.

30 Sep

Apart of the significance of destiny in certainty or either possibleties and probableties, it is very aptly said, the education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing temper or self-confidence. It is an old aphorism that a good listener is a good learner. Listen to everyone and learn from everyone, because nobody knows everything but everybody knows something. There are two people who are failures in life. Those who do not listen to anybody for fear of comprehending and subsequent believing the matter ultimately would be enslaved and those who listen to everybody for the purpose of belief. If one wish to be a devotee of truth, then he has to be inquirer as well as believer. Like Shah Abdul Lateef Bhittai, the great mystic poet rightly said, prayer and fasting are too good activities but, acquire the sensibilities for something else to see your Beloved. Similarly Karl Marks said the hands that help other’s are more holy than the lips that pray. Here too priority is kept unchanged. One is not only responsible for what he is saying or said but he is also responsible of not saying the true and rightful talk at the required time. The world suffers a lot, not because of violence of bad people, but the silence of good people. Unthinking respect to an authority is the greatest enemy of truth. One should Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve his thoughts, for if he let it pass, the desire may never return and he will remain ignorant. The ability to communicate successfully – to speak, to write and listen expertly – will help you to gain greater professional recognition and will enable you to achieve you building a foundation for better. Divine Books have commanded the people to mull over the secrets of expanding universe. Many religious injunctions constantly calls for thinking and reflection on the every sign of nature. This is the only point, that is, to think over the secrets of expanding universe and its mystery Famous sufi poet Bulleh Shah says in his ode: only a point accomplishes the talk. Shah Lateef sums up this single point as: “You only read the letter ‘A’- all other pages put aside- Book-reading nothing will convey- but your being purify”. Modern scientists’ talk about a a grand unified theory. This may be a bit harsh on philosophers, but The story of landing of men on moon that begins with the fiction writer who fantasized in 1901, The First Men in the Moon, he visualized his vision, eventual landing came into being in 1969 by Neil Armstrong. The religious scholars, Sufis and scientists collectively participate in brainstorming along with dignified character for the further thinking, contemplation and Interpretation to understand the universe, baby universes and meaning of a grand unified theory, a “a theory of everything”. To study the unexplained phenomena and discovering the natural truth. Indeed one could always say that the laws of science are the expression of will of God. by: aijaz jamali.