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That feeling you get when..

That was the worst feeling ever!

She had no idea, why was she feeling this way.

So bitter, so miserable, so painful!

When there was nothing bad happened, when nothing went wrong.

When everything was just the way, it supposed to be.

Se felt her eyes tearing up, for a completely unknown reason.

She resisted the urge to yell and shout, which turned out to be the most difficult task.

Her tears fell down before she quickly wiped them away. For, she had no logical answer to the question that why in the world she was crying.

‘There’s always a reason to be upset.’ Her own words echoed in her mind.

How weird!

“Okay! That’s enough! Better change the mood, before it gets worse. Smile.” She told herself and smiled as her sister showed her piece of art.

“Hey, that’s pretty good, you know?” It took all her strength to smile and compliment that piece, when her mind was doing total opposite.

“Thanks a lot. I worked really hard for this.” Her sister smiled, absentmindedly, admiring her own work.

For once, she felt somewhat good. At least, someone was happy.

“But why I’m not happy?” She asked herself.

No answer.

She sighed and made a silent prayer to God.

She then knew, that every thing was going to be alright. She believed Him.


She gasped in excitement, her gaze transfixed on the screen. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

A smile had spread onto her face, the smile which she had been trying to bring for hours now. It just came immediately and it seemed to last for a longer time, as her face was beaming from happiness.

She ran to her sister, and hugged her tightly.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m so happy, so so happy!” She repeated the words in mantra. Whereas, her sister was quite surprised by this sudden action.

“What’s the matter, sis?” Her sister asked.

“Guess what? I got number of reviews and comments on my post. Like number of them, and they all loved my post. I can’t believe they did.” She told her, her voice flooded with excitement and pleasure, her eyes sparkling.

“So what’s the big deal? I mean, I really appreciate your efforts and I know that writing of yours would be amazing as always, but its not something new to you, now is it?” Her sister was still confused.

“I know, its not the first time, but still you feel happy, right? And when you’re feeling all down and….” She trailed off, realizing she was feeling down moments ago.

Oh God! The wonders! How could those people-who don’t even know you in person-could make you feel so happy, just by their overwhelming comments?

Maybe it was just the way, God had chosen for her to be.. happy and to smile. Wow! Her prayer did the work.

She smiled again, this time surprised.

That was the most amazing feeling ever! Never she had felt this good.

And this time, she even knew the reason.

One just need to believe in God, and ask Him for the needs.

All the worries will go away, and a smile will take place, as every thing will be perfect.

You just have to believe Him!

Tasveer

Woh kitni der se yun hi bethi hui thi. Uss ka wajood jaise jam gaya tha, aur na hi usme hilne ki sikat thi. Woh musalsal khirki se bahir tak rahi thi, lekin zehen mazi me khoya hua tha. Uss k hath me woh tasveer ab tak maujood thi. Yeh wahi tasveer thi, jo us ko bht azeez thi.

Aansu phir se girne lage the. Yaqeenan mazi ne phir se jhinjor diya tha. Uss ne tasveer ko phir se dekha, lkn uss me isse apna ap bht dhundhla nazar araha tha. Uss lamhe us ka dil chaha k woh zor zor se cheekhe, chillaye. Lkn yahan kon tha jo uski sunta? Iss ki sunne wale, iss se muhabbat karne wale to ja chuke the, usse akela chor kar!

“Tum akeli kahan ho? Akele to woh the, chor to tum ne unhen dya tha? Takleef to unhon ne uthaye hai! Tum akeli nahi ho, tmhare samne to abhi bhi wh aasaeshen hain, jin ki khatir tum ne unke saare ehsaan hi bhula dye!” Zameer ne talkh haqeeqat batayi thi. Uss k aansu tawatar se behna shuru hogae.

“Ek mauqa, ek mauqa to mil jata, mein unse maafi hi maang leti” Woh rote hue khud se boli thi.

” Mauqe to bht mile the, tum ne khud hi gawa diye. Kitne phone kye unhon ne, tumhe pukara, lkn afsos, tum ne unki pukar ki taraf koi tawajja na di. Yeh to nahi sikhaya tha unhon ne tumhe. Unhon ne tumhe rishton se muhabbat krna sikhaya tha, na k un ko torna! ” Zameer ne ek baar phir chot ki thi.

“Haan unhon ne muhabbat krna sikhaya tha, aur mein ne seekha bhi yahi. Farq to sirf itna tha k unhon ne rishton se muhabbat krna sikhaya aur mein ne cheezon se muhabbat ki, hamesha cheezon aur dolat ko tarjeeh di” Woh khud bhi talkh hogai.

Uss ne phir se woh tasveer dekhi. Uss tasveer ko jo bhi dekhta tha, tareef krna nahi bhoolta tha. Uss me woh be hadd pyari lagti thi. Tabhi us ko khud bhi yeh tasveer bht pasand thi. Woh jab bhi iss tasveer ko dekhti to muskra dya karti. Uss ka dil khushi se bhar jata, lekin uss ne kabhi bhi uss tasveer me baqi do wajood pr koi tawajja na di. Halanke log to iss tasveer ko dekh yahi kehte “Complete family.” Lekin wh iss compliment ko kisi khate me na laati.

Apne maa baap ki ek hi aulaad hone ki bina par woh ladli to thi, lekin uss ki tarbiyat me hamesha bhalai krna sikhaya gaya tha. Aur rishton se muhabbat krna. Lekin uss ne hamesha khud se muhabbat ki. Woh jab bhi sochti, sirf apne liye hi sochti.

Issi liye, jab be tahasha daulat, aur asaeshon se bharpur zindagi darwaze tak khud chal kr ai, to woh inkar na kar saki. Jab k uss k maa baap nahi chahte the, k woh in se itni dur chali jae.

“Arey ammi, mein koi hamesha wahan thori rahun gi, aati jaati rahun gi.”

“Lekin beta..”

“Ammi, ap yeh q nahi dekh raheen, k iss me meri khushi hai? Ap bus fikar na karen, mein ap logon se milne aati rahun gi, aur phone pr bhi baat kr liya karun gi. Pareshaan na houn!”

Apne kiye gaye daawe jab aj yaad aye to dil mazeed nadamat se bhar gaya.

“Ammi..” Wh ab zaar o qatar rone lagi thi.

Bahir ja kar woh bhool gai k uss k maa baap bhi the. Wh phone krte to bus kheriat malum kr k kaam ka bahana bana k phone rakh deti. Pure saat saal k arse me wh unse sirf ek dafa milne ayi. Uss k baad koi khabar hi na thi.

Chand din pehle usse phone aya to pata chala k abba ki tabiyat behtahasha kharab thi, woh usse bht yaad kr re the. Tab us ko kuch hua aur us ne hafte me ane ka keh dya. Lkn jab wh yahan phnchi to abba hamesha k liye ja chuke the, aur ammi bhi yeh gham na seh pai aur dunya se chali gayeen.

Us ko ab ehsas hua k asal mata kya thi. Ab smjh ai k woh kya kho chuki hai. Ab samjh ai k rishte kya the.

Jis tasveer ko dekh kr woh hamesha muskraya krti thi, aj uss ko dekh kr ro rahi thi. Aj usse uss tasveer me apna ap bht bad-surat lag raha tha. Usse apne wajood se hi nafrat ho rahi thi. Apne waldein k muhabbat bhare chehre dekh kr ansuuo’n me mazeed rawani arahi thi.

Baaz dafa insan itna khud-garz hojata hai k usse pata bhi nahi hota. Woh zindagi ki rangeeniyon me kho kr buhat kuch bula bethta hai. Yahi uss k sath bhi hua tha. Wh tasveer ab bhi usse azeez thi, q k uss me us k waldein bht ache lagte the. Woh yeh bhi janti thi k ab woh yeh tasveer dekh kr hamesha roe gi. Woh yeh bhi janti thi k

“Kahani to khatam hogai, lekin ab zindagi bhar ka pachtawa hai!”

Woh Shaks!

Woh ro rahi thi! Hota hai na aesa bhi, jab ap apne ap ko rone par majboor pate hain! Samandar ki lehrein us us k pairon se takrateen aur wapis laut jateen. Kitni mehnat ki thi uss ne, kitne khwab sajaye the. Lekin aj phr woh haar gayi thi. Woh shikast kha chuki thi. Phr ussi shaks se, jo usse hamesha hara diya krta tha. Kitna mushkil tha, apne aap pe qabu pana! Lekin wh to bht kamzor thi, aansu’oun ko rokna uss k bas me nahi tha!
“Ro rahi ho? ” Peeche se awaz ai thi! yaqeenan woh usse dhoondta hua idhr aa phncha tha. Ya phir shayd woh jaanta tha k ye usse yahin mile gi.

“Nahi mein bhala kyun ro’un gi? Mjhe to khush hona chahye!” Bagher peeche mure wh boli.

“Hona to chahye, lekin tum ho nahi.” Wh bola. Lekin uss ne koi jawab na diya!

“Mera nahi khayal k mehez harne par yun darya baha dene chahyen?” Jawab na paa kar wh khud hi dobara bola. Lekin iss dafa iss ke lehje me uktahat numayan thi!

“Jb koi insan dusre se srf zara se farq se haarta hai na, to rona aata hai.” Akhr wh boli, bhar’rai hui awaz me.

“Acha! lekin rone se kya hoga?” Ab wh dheere dheere qadam uthata, uss tak puhunch gaya.

“Kuch bhi nahi!” Nihayat madham awaz me jawab aya. Aur samandar ki maujon k shor ki waja se uss ki awaz goya dab gayi thi. Lekin woh behrhaal samjh gaya tha.

“To phir? Rone ka faida? Tm iss baat pe ro rahi ho, k tmhe shikast ho gayi! Tmhe pata hai shikast kya hoti hai?”

Uss ka sawal bht ajeeb tha. Tab hi uss ne rukh mor kr usse dekha. Lekin woh to bari mehwiat se samandar ko tak raha tha.

“Kya kehna chahte ho?”

“Tm nahi jantee shikast kya hoti hai? Shikast to kamiyabi ki seerhi pr pehla qadam hai. Apni manzil ki taraf pehla qadam hai. Aur jab yh qadam uthta hai, to insaan khush hota hai. Aur tum ro rahi ho? Aik qadam aage barhne pr tm ro rahi ho?”

“Lekin yh teesri dafa hai aur…..”

“Yani k tumhara teesra qadam hai. Aur such to yeh hai k ab tumhari manzil door nahi hai! Asal shikast to tab hogi jab tum haar maan lo gi. Aur mein janta hun k tum aesa kabhi nahi karo gi! Right?”  Woh apni baat ki taeed chahta tha.

Uss ne sirf ahista se sar hila dya. Goya woh iss ki baat se mutafiq thi.  Thori der tak khamoshi rahi. Sirf lehron ka shor, aur thori hi dur, ek jashan ka samaa tha. Aur jis k liye wh jashan manaya ja raha tha.. Woh to uss k paas khara, uss ki hosla afzai kar raha tha. Uss jashan me khud wohi shareek na tha. Kitna concern tha na woh iss k mamle me. Shayad woh hamesha se hi aesa tha.

“Zindagi me har cheez itni aasani se nahi milti. Khoob jad-o-jehad krni parti hai. Mehnat darkar hoti hai. Aj mein agar iss maqam pe khara hun to, yaqeenan yh meri mehnat, aur lagan ka nateeja hai. Mein ne bhi shikast khai hai. Lekin mein ne haar nahi mani! Aur mein agar jeet gaya hun to iss ka yeh matlab nahi k mein ne sab kuch paa liya! Hargiz nahi. Mera safar to abhi baqi hai. Mein to abhi beech samandar me hun. Mjhe to abhi sahil pe phnchna hai. Mein hath pr hath rakhe nahi beth sakta!”

Woh jaise sun ho kr uski batein sun rahi thi.

Uff yeh shaks kya cheez hai!! Abhi bhi iss ka dil nahi bhara! Aur ek mein hun, jo dusre number pr aane k bawajood haar manne ko tayar bethi hun! Kitni bewaqoof hun mein! Mujhe to mazeed mehnat krni chahye aur mein….

Iss se aage woh soch hi na saki!

“Mein chalta hun. Mujhe umeed hai k aainda tum aur ziyada mehnat karo gi. Aur apni family aur doston ko mayus nahi karo gi!” Muskara kr kehta hua, woh wahan se chal dya.

Woh shaks hamesha apne lafzon se uss k past hote hue hosle ko phr se bahal kr deta tha. Woh har mushkil waqt me uss ki madad kr dya krta tha. Aur usse pata bhi na chalta.

Woh hamesha hi usse hara dya krta tha.

Woh isse jata hua dekhti rahi. Woh hamesha hi aese, apni baton ka asar uss par chor kr, chal dya kar krta tha.  Kitna concern tha na woh iss k mamle me. Shayad woh hamesha se hi aesa tha.

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