Archive for ‘Observations on Life’

December 6, 2016

Rag Tag Cricketer

by afatqiamat

..I have not said much about my Cricketing career , except that I have played with Hakim Saeed sahib once..cricket1

..The Era in which I played cricket were crazy times , Lillie Thompson, Max Walker , Asif Masoof , Andy Roberts , Bob Willis along with Imran and Sarfraz were craze ..

I was never into bowling , but had this ability to bowl with both arms , and was good at copying styles , so in the practice sessions of our Team I would bowl with both Arms …and copy the styles of Lillie , Thomspon ..and especially Asif Masood , his long run up , from near the boundary , with a signature one step backward and then coming diagonal and straightening up to fire up the bowl was my favorite ,I was never considered serious bowler maybe because of my copying.., I could also bat with both hands ie Left and Right , but was not much of a batsmen either , and here is the interesting part… though in the Nets I would bowl…but in actual matches I would keep the wickets ,I was good and daring at stopping balls , would stand up some times even to Fast bowlers, I was also into Statistics , so I kept a record of my team ,and my own , ..just yesterday , I found it … and it amazed me I had more stumping then Catches ..!! in some 80-90 matches , of which I kept record spread over some 3-4 years , I did some over 100-110 Stumping and barely 11-12 catches or may be 20 , was not a good batsman , the highest I scored was some 50-52 runs may be twice.

That was a really crazy time , and I was crazy about playing , I had played along with Amin Lakhani the South Paw who did double hatick [ hatrick in each inning ] against the visiting Indian Team under Bedi , also along with Asif Mohammad the nephew of Hanif and cousin of Shoaib ….I was so crazy then even in the hot sultry May -June , on each Sunday or any holiday , when our team was not playing , I would pick up my kit bag [ my own keeping gloves and pads ] and wander from ground to ground ..and on 99 % of times would find some team Short of a player , especially when they find out that I had my own Kit Bag… I even once went along complete strangers to tour Hyderabad to play a match , unfortunately it rained and we could not play a single ball, ..we slept on footpaths that night , as traveling at nights was dangerous ..imagescr

Those were changing times for Karachi as well , in 72 Pakistan broke , then 79 Iranian Revolution , the USSR’s Invasion of Afghanistan , … a lot of influx of Immigrants in Karachi , that changed the entire nature of the city , a city that was once accommodative ….become a killing field .. but on that some other time..

May 9, 2016

Surpise

by afatqiamat

I have been following Ilm deen for long , guess what…

I just found out , he has written his own blogs…

 

surprise

May 17, 2015

Ilm Deen Again

by afatqiamat

Last week I met that  Beggar Contractor at the beach ,  with his Kid , he was using his own Kid as his ” machine ” ..but perhaps last week , the inner father in him woke up and he took his kid to beach  , not as a machine / contractor …but as a father /son .. i don’t know about them how they felt… the kid definitely seemed to have the time of his Life , so i guess  his father too would have had a different experience , I for sure was filled with a  sacred  light of happiness… while coming   back to my Khooli , I thought i saw Ilm deen … then wondered all the way back , where was he , how was he …and what latest on him…

Ilm Deen [ fictitious  name of a REAL person ] , has been grinding his Life for the past , God knows how many years , I have seen a very healthy , upright , honest , likeable and always smiling and helpful person turn into a shadow of himself , right before my eyes within a few years

..he had an accident and that turned his life upside down , every one started abandoning him , first his luck and with it his wealth , then his relatives , then his co-leagues , then his Wife and his children  , then his brother , then his Parents , and the guy for no apparent fault of his own , getting burden after burden of harshness on his shoulder … his is a very common story , spread all around us, yet we immersed in our own world  , dont’ see it … perhaps there is no shock value in such stories , so we do not take any interest in it..

Any way … I was thinking about him … and  two days later I did find him , sitting alone , like always on his  usual place at  his usual hotel , Quetta Talash hotel , there was a cup of tea in front of him … I approached him , we exchanged pleasantries and i sat beside him ., I had a long hard  discreet look at him , trying to see any change   ..Yes , his cloths were clean , well ironed and he was wearing them regally as always , don’t know he has an air of  regalilty  about him , which would always remind me Henry Wolton’s famous poem , we used to study at school…

…..

” …..this Man is free from Servile Bands
Of hopes to rise or Fear to fall .”

Lord of himself , though not of Lands

and having nothing yet hath all …. ” .

…….

… this is something that is common between him and me , thats why i always relate to him, somehow……… I think ….!!

..any way , I asked how is life …. and he in a  nonchalant way   said .. the same   ” Cruel ” … then a hint of a sarcastic smile appeared on  his lips , but he controlled it …

.. I kept silent …

..he too … we both remained silent for quiet some time… then he said … you know  , my brother too has cheated me .  I kept silent .   then he went on and said…    My father gave  my brother Power of Attorney to our house  for Tax purposes , he was getting old , and i was not in Karachi , and there were some legal matters  with  House Building Corporation as well as other Utility companies  , I did not knew it… you know I don’t live at our house , just go in the night to sleep there , that all , …

Then one day he said ., Pack up we are moving ..and then it revealed to me , that he has silently without telling any one sold the house  , my father and mother are in old age   .and completely dependent on him , beside my mother too helped him , she was the one who gave him the Property documents , without telling any one , not even my father … we knew only when , he told us to Pack ….

….and from a  684 Yards nice open air and good house  , he moved us to a , what he says is 200 yards , but i figure it is hardly  120 yards  house in Clifton

… my father , who is in his often not in his senses , some how musterd courage and asked him , how has he sold the house , without  telling any one…??

… he did not answered that … he did not tell … for how much he has sold the house …and in how much he has  bought that  120-200 yard  thing …

all he said , whatever I got  from the sale of  that large house , all of it is used up in buying this crap …

… I was shocked …. it  hit me like a hammer  , so the homeless guy was homeless again…. , I looked up to him …and asked , why didn’t you did any thing….

..he remained silent …. silent for a long time… then said…  for whom … should i do any such thing … I have no nothing , no family , no home , …even my mother always sides with my brother , and for whom should now I do any such thing….

.. I said for your self , or for you parents… !!

he said , Parents…? i am a realist … in my present situation all i need is one  dingy  mattress to sleep on … I earn my own , am not burden on any one , my wife has left me , and me with working  all day out  , I cannot take  care of my parents…. at the moment its him  who keeps them , feeds them , ..and take a bit of care of them …..  yes this is life ….  he found the apportunity to strike and he did….  this is the price he has extracted ….!!

…then before i could say anything… stood up and went away ……

..and All i could do was …………… Nothing ..  with lots of unanswered question , crawling all over in my mind

May 15, 2015

And he was the Man [ 3 ]

by afatqiamat

I was wandering on the beach , it was crowded , though  Thursday  , but crowded  , a lot of  peoples , all kinds , all shapes , all ages  , single , couples , with families ,without families ,  rich , poor , middle class , with their own transport or without it were there .. each  immersed in his own world , his own universe , barely aware of others around him ,  enjoying or trying to enjoy ., some were there  to just  have a good time , some like me to escape , escape from the  harshness of life , sitting  beside the waves or , sitting in the waves , some having a bit of snacks and then carelessly throwing the garbage around , other just  sitting or walking along the beach , in the water  and  looking in particular no where like me

..then suddenly my eye caught attention , it was a man ,  he was playing with a child , the child  does not appeared normal , he had a bit of sling in his leg , but  seemed  happy , very very happy ,  splashing in water , trying to run , then  falls and laugh at himself  , at his own fall , and then would try to run again and deliberately  fall  just to laugh at himself  , he was soaked in water , but seemed to enjoy it , his father had sometimes a concerned look , at other time  happy , Happy  for his child being happy , and showing a mocking  anger and asking his child to be careful …. but the child would act as is ignoring him ..and playing his own run and fall game …

…I looked intently at his  father , he looked familiar , I tried to remember  , now where have I seen him ..?? .  in the mean while , the child had a sudden rush of energy and ran straight to him , with such force ….that his father too fell ….  the shock of  such sudden rush of energy  shocked his father …and for a moment he seemed lost…. child suddenly became a bit scared….  for he has just pushed his  father to fall …. then the man came out of shock …. and feeling his own situation ,  ..looked at his child…. then seeing the shadow of  fear in child’s eye ….   stood up….  and laughed , a sudden sigh of relieve appeared in child eyes ….and he again rushed toward him and tried to push him down ,pushing his leg …… the father sensing his effort , deliberately fell down and they both laughed …. a father son hearty laugh

…and  my mind wandered … now where have i seen him…  !!  ..the man looked around  and sensed me  looking at him … at the same moment  ,  I looked at him …. and in a flash I recognized him

…he was the man , who was in charge of all those beggars , .the one he called his machines ….. he would bring them every morning  … my mind flashed ….. and a thought , kind of doubt rose his ugly head in my mind …….. could this be his own child … the one us himself would set at some road corner to beg ….??

..the child would earn for him ….and he would take care for him…. not as a father , but as a caretaker of other beggars ..his machines …. and then collect them in the evening with thier earned income , … but today he was not  the caretaker , or contractor …but rather a father … treating his own  son , …may be to a holiday …. from the begging job ….   my eyes met his ,  a dim spark of recogniation came into his eyes.. I approached him … smiled and asked…. your child ..?  he  remained silent , perhaps deliberating in his mind , should he answer  me or not … or who am I ?, and why am I asking this question .?.. but then he  relaxed … perhaps recognized me … and said … yes…  ..then looked back at his child and gently said ….. ” Sarfraz lets go …. ” …. the child wanted to play more … but he firmly held his hand …. and as soon he held his hand .. the child who was so  bubbly and happy and playiful … became obedient …….and simply walked  , no dragged himself  along side him , without saying another word …  he then stopped at a  khooka …. and brought some  candies  and a packet of chips … child’s face lit up again ..

…and they  then walked to the same  wagon , which was now kinda  familiar to me , in which he would bring his machines every morning …. and drove away …

… I kept looking his way ….  and turned around … for the sun was about to set … and setting sun in the waters of  Arabian Sea on Clifton beach , dirty ugly beach  , unclean beach  …is one good sight …. but today the beach did not looked dirty to me…. instead  if was glowing …. glowing with  the  love of a  father for his child … I felt a  certain invisible light al around me … looked around , and heaved a sigh …..

For a  fleeting moment i thought i saw  Ilm deen there too …..  then shrugged …and sat there for god know  how long … till that light of  fathers love for his child dimmed in me….

August 20, 2014

More on Ilm Deen

by afatqiamat

Aaah Ilm Deen Again…1

..its after a very long time I saw him…  every time I see him , I get depressed …it is depressing to see him suffer and suffer and suffer without any respite  for god knows what… !!
…. I have heard , he is being cheated by his brother and big time… see their father for some reasons gave the power of attorney to his younger brother for legal reasons… as Ilm din had moved to Lahore and was not here… and  there were legal matters regarding the Loan on their house , so his brother was given the power of attorney …

….now years later , about  two three months ago… his brother on that power of attorney sold the  house … and brought a new one at a new location and had it transferred in his name….

Ilm Deen we know is living a nearly broke existence … barely surviving on his own of daily wages…so

..then there is another real problem… the Mother and the father….  at the moment his brother is keeping them ….though in a small dingy room  and giving  them what he calls meal …and a shelter… Mother and Father are not in a state to suffer .. father nearly out of his senses…and mother old ,fragile and weak…
..this is the main point on which his brother is blackmailing and browbeating  with out any regard…  Ilm deen cannot take them with himself….as he does not have a home… Wife and Children have left him … and no body really cares about him  or his whereabouts and how is he living .. and in what condition …  all his friend have proven to be fair weather friends only… Me too… though have tried to help him …But I have my own limitations … I myself am a lone man …. and he has Flatly refused  any of my what little help I have offered him …its his pride ..his Ego … which he calls his principals…
.. Ilm deen spends almost  all of his time outside …even when he is jobless.. he will often sit at some bus stop ..for hours …and then late at night would go  to the  small dingy room ..his brother has  given him to spend the rest of his life…

…This is a Real life  unfolding story ..

cannot take any legal actions against his brother for two reasons… one ..he is broke and cannot afford the lawyers fees…for now and for later perusal , as we all know such cases drag on for years and years and years… and are not given justice ..except to those who can buy Justice.

June 8, 2014

Season of Muslamization

by afatqiamat

..kal assi market gayee tey pata chaliyaa keh musalmaniyaan da mousum shiroo hoo geyaa hey …. Ramzanaan ich 20 din reh geay heyn…..

phir sanoon pakka pata chaliyhaa jadoon , dukandar ik haftay ich Rs 10 da muslamaan nazr ayaa…….. haftay pehlay hi 500 ml dee bootel Rs 35 dee hai …. feyr Rs 5 dee musalmani hoyee …. tey hun Rs 45 dee hey …. yani Rs 10 dee musalmani hoo chuki hey …. tey ajn 20 din baqi heyn…….!!1

….Sach hey ……asee koi Kafir thoori heyn …. jeyrey apny tehwaraan tey Qeemataan kam kariyee…..!!

…Tehwaraan tey Qeematan karn daa riwan sirj Kafiraan da hey …. per assi Kafir naheen …..

….Assi Qeemataan kam ker key Kufran-e-naimat naheen kar sakdey ….

Crude English Translation :

Season of Muslamization

…. yesterday I went to the market , and realized the the season of Muslamizaiton has started … around 20 days are left for Ramzan ….!!
..then this was confirmed when I realized shopkeeper is Muslamzied by Rs 10 within a Week….. see….. 500 ml Bottle was a week ago Rs 35 , then it was muslamized by Rs 5 / at Rs 40 ….and now with Rs 45 it is Muslamized by Rs 10 ….. and yet there are around 20 days left for Ramzan ….!!

…. its True we are not Kafirs… infildels….. its only the Infidels and Kafirs who reduce prices on their religious /festive occasions …!!

….Reducing prices on religious /festive occasions is the tradition of Kafir /infidels ……and we are not one of them….

and also ….. by reducing prices we would be showing ” Nashukra Pan ” …to the bounties of Creator …

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May 21, 2014

Brief Update

by afatqiamat

Brief Update

My Landlady , Amma Bi has sold her house , she is in the process of shifting to somewhere else… till then

 

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bas Saday Haq ich dua karoo

 

June 30, 2012

Ilm Deen ka Almiya part 5

by afatqiamat

A couple of day back , met  Ilm-deen again , he is now a skeleton of what he was , his shirt and pant appeared loose on his  once athletic figure . there were dark spots around his eyes , and was obviously in a depressed state .

he looked at me , empty mindedly , perhaps not even recognizing me ,  I went over to his table at the  usual Quetta Talash Hotel , where  I would see him often , sat beside him and asked him how he was …

his empty eyes , looked at me as if trying to remember , then a little glint of recognition and in a voice which did not revealed his inner state   , cordially asked  me to sit …..then without asking me , …ordered a cup of tea ….and just stared at me …without saying anything …

I asked him how he was , and he without hesitation as if mechanically answered he is alright and in the same breath asked about me ….


Actually I had heard a news , a news about his third daughter getting married  , I was wondering whether he knew it or not , for  he did not knew , or probably he was  not told  ,when they married Off his second daughter  , and when I told him about his second daughter’s marriage , …………his eyes went blank ..and a small tear appeared in some corner of his eye …said nothing  , …gulped his tea  and stood up and just went away …. with as straight and upright as one can be……but when he was  outside the Hotel ….his shoulders and head dropped  he walked away ….. as a broken man….


It pained me ….so now  with the news of his third daughter too getting married , and finding myself again in the same position ….. of that a messenger of doom ….  I could not muster  courage …. all I could do was ask him again …how is he…..?

..He sensed something in my voice ….and just  looked at me ….first empty mindedly …then a shadow came into his eyes , his whole face depicted a pang of pain , eyes dropped ….and he stood up …. stood there for an eternity ….shoulders dropped …..so did his  head , turned around ..and started walking toward the door .

then stopped  , turned back to me……and looked at me  hard ……and murmured …..’  so they have married away my daughter ….’ …..!!

a wave of fear , went through my  spine …. sort of a jolt , and I too stood up ….and just kept looking at him …a ragging storm filled my head  , I felt paralyzed , a small bead of  sweat must have appeared on my forehead , for I have not told him anything , not even a hint , ….  he must have seen them ….for a  wry cruel smile came onto his lips …. he just  nodded his head as is he understand , then with a twist of face ….just turned back and walked out ….  

I went after him  , and saw his  shoulders straightening  and his head raised again  , as if with an effort he is trying to control his inner turmoil ………and then melted  into the  scene .



I just stood there ….



..that night  I cried , i cried  so much that my pillow was soaked in my  tears….



Aah Ilm-din  …   when will his  miseries end , and for what  God , if any such thing exists  , is torturing him


why …why why….?  and i have no answer

 

October 11, 2011

Aik Purana ilog

by afatqiamat

Hum ney yeh blogs bananay say pehlay ,  chowk.com per  ilogs likhey they , ub aksar woohi capy paste kertey rhey heyn.

 

18 Oct 2007 ki aik zati roedad ,jo hum ney  hawal-e-qalam kee thee , yehan  post ker rehey heyn.

wajah …??

 

kafi dinoon say khuch likhaa naheen thaa..

 

 Aag or Khoon ka Kheyl

 

naheen hum aa rehey they, per khuch likhney ki himat naheen per rehee thee

Zehen mauf ho geya tha, aag or khoon ka kheel, is ney humari rooh ko aik bar phir hilla diya thaa…

 

uska aik pair kat chucka tha…or wooh aik jalti huwi gari say kheternak had tek qareeb tha……humari pusht per chuban see hoo rehee thee, per hum phir bhi uski taraf berhey, humary sath chand loog oor bhee they, hum sub nay mil ker usko wahan say uthaya….. ..phir humary kandhey per koi cheez a ker lagee….. phir humeen yad naheen.

…phir hum ney apnay aap ko Jinnah Hospital meen paya…. mamooli say zakhm they…. ghantey doo mee farigh hoo geyee….

mager humari rooh per aik our zakhm leg chuka hey, janey kab theek hoo gaa.

 

Kal raat hum Net per ayee they, magar khuch himat naheen hoo rehee thee, khuch bhi likhney koo…..

ub bhi tabiyaat baychain hey…..

 

aap say maezert chahtey heen koi shair zehen meen naheen aa reha , zehen mauf hee….

 

Baqi sub theek hey…

 

Note : yeh  Post  24 Oct 2007 ko  chowk per likhee thee

 

Dosri Post

18 Oct 2007 ki yaad meen , aik zati roidad

 

 

Aaj 18 Oct hey , … hamari ankhoon key samney wooh Manzar ghoom reha hey jub wooh shaks hairan pareyshan khoon meen liptaa huwaa apnay aas paas deykh rehaa thaa….. our loog uskay paas jaanay say dr rehay they …..

…. humeen achee tarhaa andaazaa thaa , is shaks koo ub koi dard mensoos naheen ho raha , our is ka jism bhi usee tarhaa sun hoo chukaa hey ….. jis tarhaa kabhi hamara huwaa thaa…… jub hum bhi kissi aysee hi kaifayat say guzray they…

 

yakay baad deegaray , do teen dhamakay huway theey, our loog bay yaqeeni ki kaifiat meen they……

 

 

Baad meen Jinnah meen , hum ney uski laash deykhee…..

 

 

..hamaray apnay kandhey kaa zakhm to kam ka mundamil hoo chukaa hey , mamooli saa thaa…..

 

per wooh Manzar …….. ub bhi us zakhm say teyseen deytaa hey….

yeh hum ney 18 Oct 2009 ko likhee thee , yani  do saal baad.

http://www.chowk.com/Afat/iLogs/life/18-Oct-2007-ki-yaad-meen-aik-zati-roidad
 

Aaj   11 Oct 2011  key , yani yeh din phir anay wala hey , shayed isee liyee  dohra rehey heyn

 

August 2, 2011

Khuch Tazkara Tarawi ka or khuch Aloo gosht kaa.

by afatqiamat

rozay to pooray hi hoo jaatay heen , ub to 6 roza tarawi , 10 roza tarawi , or jani or kitni hasb-e-zaroorat mukhtasar tarawi sessions, key zariyee aik maheenay ka kaam in meen hoo jaata hey,
quran khatam kerna hoota hey, so wooh 6 din wali tarawi ki nishist meen ker leyen, baqi sara maheena , baqi kaam ker leeyn……. ziada josh cherhey to 10 roza tarawi jis meen , tilawat or tarjuma hi hoota hey , wahan chaley jayeen .

khair , kiya sahi hey kiya ghalat, maqsad to ibadat hey, or uskay qabool hoonay ki aas , so wooh to tamam umer hi rehey gee , bay niaz hey , jab marzi hoogi qabool ker ley gaa duaeen , or poori ker day gaa hajat , chahey qabar meen latkey huway paoon nikalney ka bhi waqt na milley ….

chooreen , ramzan ki barkatoon sey faizyab hoon , or sub kay liyee khaloos-e-dil say achee achee duaeen kereen, hum bhi aisee hi duaeen kernay ki koshish kertey heen, phir dil hi dil meen apnay aap say sharminda hootey heen, kiyoon keh humari duaeen qabool naheen hooteen, khair mustakbil ka patta naheen , ub tak to naheen huwaeen , ziada shikayat ker naheen saktey , janey ken , nazar-iltafat humari taraf hoo , or khuch aaas poori hooo ….

humari duniyaa to baqi loogon ki tarah umeed per hi qaim hey.

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Aloo Gosht

aaj kal sub khuch readymade per guzara hey, fast food,
our hum ney note kiyaa hey, akeylay aadmi ka liyee wooh sasta bhi perta hey …

Rs 60 ki qormay ki plate say baz dufa to teen time ,ya do din aaram say guzara hoo jaata hey , bus Nan rooti garam laani perti hey, or fridge say nikal ker doubara garam kerna perta hey,….

wagarna aik admi kay liyee khud say bananay beythoo to Rs 100-130 ka kharcha hoo jaata hey , teen time kay khanay kay liyee….

or phir , bazar ki professional andaz say bani huwi jaisay her koi bana bhi naheen sektaa…

kehtey heen pakanay ki recepi hasil kerna aasan hey, per pakanay walay kay hath ka zaiqa naheen miltaa, humari daadi key hath ka pakaa huwa aalooo goosht or humari ammi key hath key pakay huway aaloo gosht ko hum dur say hi pehchaan jaatey thee….
bilkul aisay jaisay , dactri so sub koo aa sakti hey, per shifa kissi kissi key haath meen hooti hey,
aisay hi her haath ka zaiqa alag alag hoota hey…

ee bohot sari cheezeen hooti heen, aaloo katnay ka size, ghee ki miqdar, masala ka faraq, phir usme dalay huway gosht waghaira waghaira ….

….or yeh baat keh , har kissi kay hath ka ziada mukhtalif hoota hey, humari dadi usmeen thoora sa zeera dal deytey theen , or walida usper hara dhania

dadi ka banaya huwa aaloo gosht , nan key sath khaney meen maza aata thaa, or walida ka , aap hanseen gee per double rooti key sath .

humeen pakana aata to hey, per pakanay kay jhanjhat bohot heen, bartan , phir choolha, phir masalay rekhney pertey heen, phir pakanay kay baad sub bacha huwa , fridge meen rekhna perta hey, bartan dhooney pertey heen, …….is say bhi kharcha berhtaa hey, phir , jub fridge meen rekhay huway bartan ka salan khatam hoo jayee to usko dhoona to waqai bohot mushkil hoo jaata hey, sara saalan aas paas kinaroon per jam jaata hey, jo phir kafi mehnat key baat dhultaa hey…

so apni saholat or aasani kay liyee, aasan rastaa, aas paas kafi hotel heen, sub key sub zindabaad.

ramzanoon meen aisaa hi hota hey, khamkha meen legta hey keh bohot thak gayee heen.

beherhal , humeen ub jaana hey, seth ka arder hey .

aloo gosht per ub phir kabhi baat hoo gey

NOTE: Yeh Alloo Gosht ka ehwal , humaray chand scraps ki copy paste hey.

Doonon mozoon kaa apus meen koi taluq naheen , siwayee iskay keh yeh zehni fatoor qirtaz-e-ibeaiz per aik he waqt muntaqil kiya geyaa.

barah-e-karam in mozuat ki apus meen la taluqi ko aik “Faqa” kush ya FAQA_ZADA insan , jo keh apnay faqay ko ” Roza” kehta hey , key rozay lagney ka asr samjheen or sanjeedegi say na leen.

[b] Aloo Gosht [/b]aaj kal sub khuch readymade per guzara hey, fast food,
our hum ney note kiyaa hey, akeylay aadmi ka liyee wooh sasta bhi perta hey …

Rs 60 ki qormay ki plate say baz dufa to teen time ,ya do din aaram say guzara hoo jaata hey , bus Nan rooti garam laani perti hey, or fridge say nikal ker doubara garam kerna perta hey,….

wagarna aik admi kay liyee khud say bananay beythoo to Rs 100-130 ka kharcha hoo jaata hey , teen time kay khanay kay liyee….

or phir , bazar ki professional andaz say bani huwi jaisay her koi bana bhi naheen sektaa…

kehtey heen pakanay ki recepi hasil kerna aasan hey, per pakanay walay kay hath ka zaiqa naheen miltaa, humari daadi key hath ka pakaa huwa aalooo goosht or humari ammi key hath key pakay huway aaloo gosht ko hum dur say hi pehchaan jaatey thee….
bilkul aisay jaisay , dactri so sub koo aa sakti hey, per shifa kissi kissi key haath meen hooti hey,
aisay hi her haath ka zaiqa alag alag hoota hey…

ee bohot sari cheezeen hooti heen, aaloo katnay ka size, ghee ki miqdar, masala ka faraq, phir usme dalay huway gosht waghaira waghaira ….

….or yeh baat keh , har kissi kay hath ka ziada mukhtalif hoota hey, humari dadi usmeen thoora sa zeera dal deytey theen , or walida usper hara dhania

dadi ka banaya huwa aaloo gosht , nan key sath khaney meen maza aata thaa, or walida ka , aap hanseen gee per double rooti key sath .

humeen pakana aata to hey, per pakanay kay jhanjhat bohot heen, bartan , phir choolha, phir masalay rekhney pertey heen, phir pakanay kay baad sub bacha huwa , fridge meen rekhna perta hey, bartan dhooney pertey heen, …….is say bhi kharcha berhtaa hey, phir , jub fridge meen rekhay huway bartan ka salan khatam hoo jayee to usko dhoona to waqai bohot mushkil hoo jaata hey, sara saalan aas paas kinaroon per jam jaata hey, jo phir kafi mehnat key baat dhultaa hey…

so apni saholat or aasani kay liyee, aasan rastaa, aas paas kafi hotel heen, sub key sub zindabaad.

ramzanoon meen aisaa hi hota hey, khamkha meen legta hey keh bohot thak gayee heen.

beherhal , humeen ub jaana hey, seth ka arder hey .

aloo gosht per ub phir kabhi baat hoo gey

NOTE: Yeh Alloo Gosht ka ehwal , humaray chand scraps ki copy paste hey.

Doonon mozoon kaa apus meen koi taluq naheen , siwayee iskay keh yeh zehni fatoor qirtaz-e-ibeaiz per aik he waqt muntaqil kiya geyaa.

barah-e-karam in mozuat ki apus meen la taluqi ko aik “Faqa” kush ya FAQA_ZADA insan , jo keh apnay faqay ko ” Roza” kehta hey , key rozay lagney ka asr samjheen or sanjeedegi say na leen.

 

 

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