Fourth Letter to Uncle Sam Glad to know that Mr. Manto also disn`t like APWA whole lot. Well after visiting their grandeur show of Meena bazaar in capital of Pakistan in the name of Handicrafts selling of lower middle class group , i could only come across world famous burger kids of islamabd buzzing around carbs outlets and bizarre aunties and half faced covered deep black glasses bureucrats and parking lot filled with vehicles of ``rishwat khaur`` ``sarkari afsaraan`` with ``peroxide blondes`` filling the spaces left.

And I cursed the idea of covering the whole distance of half miles of sports complex to reach a meena bazar which is a sort of fun-fair for general public but there idealogy revolved that only vips should come in CARS IN SPORTS COMPLEX OF ISLAMABAD killing the healthy atmosphere and aspect of the place and festivity associated with it making it embarassed for a pedestrain spectator and visitor. I don`t know when Pakistanis will come out of elite-progression metaphorism.

A Summer’s Nightfall nostalgically boring, but a smooth read,

thanks anyways,

Interview with the Vamp Gash, thats cool...Fanatical

guess what shaukat aziz was doing then???

Insight Sometimes its good to do self-hypnotism. Sweet Dreams, don`t forget to turn off the luminous bulb.

Fauzia’s Rejection Re: #76 by echoboom on May 19, 2005 5:00am PT

Yeah, mine it is :)

Fauzia’s Rejection A tête-à-tête story

Any interest in Adab?

“Fanoon-e-Latifa” I understood
Yeah some with Poetry? I replied with my breath out for first time in the exchange.

(There was a Pause) and I was thinking as a repercussion of the conversation, no use to harm this topic.
But her only English speaking words only coming back forth induced me to reply her inquires.
It was then anguish which appeared on my faces, and with a feeling, for your interest only I am telling you…

“Yes I do poetry…”

The next disgusting thing was …. In Urdu?

I knew my compel of not using any English word during the conversation has made her mind to ask this question.

In both...I answered softly.

In English too? She stressed with claim of unbelieving?
This time his bald/fat husband altered his eye balls diagonally with some sense of appraisal at this point in whole conversation.

And I smiled just. Wish could laugh.

I just eyed my mother then and looked her feeling. I knew she would bring a Dewan for evidence if I had one.

The bamboozle in the room has now lifted to the ceiling. And I was focused to the little 2.5 years baby who was busy in collecting brand new spoons my mother has taken out from the drawer that day just to cater these guests. Now she was playing with plates. Took the whole patty in mouth, and was eager to eat the chaat despite her mommy was telling the infectivity she could get after eating. Little she could talk, more how come she listen to. But it was a fun to see her understand the English oblique commands of her Doctor mommy just like a little puppy.
The conversation was bipolar now. Among the elderly males on one corner. And focused on me at ladies side exhausting corollaries on me, my career, my hobbies, the school, colleges, universities I went through. She sensed me out some and it became apparent on her face and talk now. But I sensed emptiness as the timer my mother had given me of 5 minutes has figuratively exploded. I gave an expression of “I am leaving” to mother who visage permission and I came out of room.
She was wandering from room to room and came in my room. TeleTebiz she found hanging in my room. And that was the only word she spoke profoundly.


After they left I told my father. I don’t like them. And there are so many reasons…
Yaeh I know that he replied.
But he also subdued many queries of mine. Those daughters of Ex-Army families have a habit of speaking English though they don’t find it atypical in their hubs, communities.
Okay, okay,
I don’t like them, I said decisively to the one who matter to me the most and they respected it. And I looked at mommy who had persuaded me for the sitting. There wasn’t any air of that situation in the follow-ups

(The End)

Intelligent Design or Accident? I think the emergence of humans on planet earth via Hazrat Adam is a stochastic approach. I think there existed pre Adams in that Domain of universe which completed course of their existence and completed their cycles. And therefore this cyclic expedition has a very valid link to the preceding life. Maybe the blissful existence has contribution added to the dispersion factor to Human Race. Otherwise Prophethood comes under the conception of profanity.

-Dard-e-Dil kay wastay paida kiya Insaan ko
warna ata’a-t kay liye kuch kum na thi KaroBiya.n

(Iqbal)

Amrita Pritam ...
Our wedding beds are boats, their logs have cast away
Our hanging swing, the Pipal tree has broken in disarray
...

Though the translation is not that moving as the ache, distress is delirious in original Punjabi version.

The translation has kept all words which have enhanced the apparition of tongue for a local reader as one always wonder that “Peepal” , “Bargad”, ``Taali``, ``Neem`` cannot be translated despite these words are contained in other languages but the meanings, times past they carry abruptly changes. These words are more civilizations then name of trees.

Amrita Pritam Nice to hear that Amrita Pritam is still alive. I read few of her novels but found her novels as expression of women coming out of their internal inertia and identifying in the sphere equally apart...In this aspect I aliked her Novel.. ``Aik thi Aneeta``

Her mentioned famous poem in which she epitomes the Potent Waris Shah`s Heer is I think reference to the catastrophic incident of Jalia.nwala Bagh’s trajedy. And she has undoubtedly related the righteous love theme of Waris Shah’s era with today’s violence, bloodshed and sadism.

Faiz`s poem ``Rabba Sachiya tou teh Akhiya Se`` poetically seems an elemntal subset of Amrita`s Ode to Warish`s Shah.

A Letter from the Village Please explain as I couldnot connect the relationship between

-Subject matter of letter with mother of a child.
-What is Rise of voice as ribbons???
-Fetching what?
-What is hitch with child?
-What the write envisioned for this poem and how these images of words portray that?

However only the serenity of village life is impulsive in the poem.

Excuse me for not following this hunk being a keen poetry reader.

Charity remindes of shabana azmi`s film ...godmother...cool analogies.

Charity ``At the reception Shah met Shazia, a peroxide blonde with streaks in her hair.``

new freshly baked terminology to koi aap say seekhay.



rest upto imagination.

Second Letter to Uncle Sam Echoboom #89:

Talking of Maulana Kausar Niazi some books of him I read before my Matriculation and I didn`t find them interesting even the travellogues...one of which was I think...``Koh Qauf Kay Dais mai.n``... anyways his son rizwan niazi ` appeared a cool actor in some dramas i saw in my teens.

A comparitive study analysis of socialist and moderated writers after a consumed time came up with a very less known writer, worker, socialist ``Ahmed Daud``. Not I recommend him as more matured than Manto`s Level because I knew him . But I read his sensitive social writing depicting urban culture, the corruption, spoiled law and justice is factual and very much inspiring in his short stories. His some work got published after his much early death in mid 40`s. Coming from Mansehra a remote background status Ahmed Daud wrote which even shocked his close companions.

Second Letter to Uncle Sam Echoboom’s Sahib strikes a chord by naming Mustafa Zaidi who didn’t get required recognition of chunks of his poetry neither at governmental level nor much in literary circles. Being a professional careered civil servant Mustafa Zaidi didn’t become a part of the prevailing grossing corrupt culture. His extremely emotional poetry is an artifact of his commotions of acute love affairs one after another. The one which got lot exposure was with a woman named Shehnaz who was accused for his murder which was later revealed to be suicide. He was an ahl-e-zaban and used the name “Taigh-Alahabadi” in his poetry. His poetry is pure portrayal of his percepts of love, life and his state in the country of endurance. And definitely Manto cant be termed in the lines of Mustafa Zaidi.

The Call You have captured the sonics of holy quality of Aazan streaming out from any Masjid in your short lined experience. As the religion behaves to confine in every person even if the Masjid doesn’t speak loud.

So Follow your Heart,

Masjid dha de,
mandir dha de,
Dha de jo kucch dainda ,
Par kisi da dil na dhaain,
Dil wich Rab Rainda

-Bulleh Shah

Second Letter to Uncle Sam #62 by echoboom:

Though I have heard Upinder Naath Ashk`s name which being aquainted with Manto`s era of writers...But his work is still unseen by me...

anyways long time back I read Majeed Amjad nazm on Manto which is quite remarkable.