February 28th, 2018 / 02:11 PM

دل ہے ویران بیاباں کی طرح
گوشۂ شہر خموشاں کی طرح

ہائے وہ جسم تہ خاک ہے آج
جس نے رکھا تھا ہمیں جاں کی طرح

صاحب خانہ سمجھتے تھے جسے
چل دیا گھر سے وہ مہماں کی طرح

چاند سورج کا گماں تھا جس پر
بجھ گیا شمع شبستاں کی طرح

سایۂ عاطفت اب سر پہ نہیں
سایۂ ابر گریزاں کی طرح

ہے اگر اپنا مقدر بھی تو ہے
تنگ بس تنگئ داماں کی طرح

عمیق حنفی

February 20th, 2018 / 2:46 pm

ہم کہ جو بیٹھے ہوئے ہیں اپنے سر پکڑے ہوئے
آپ ہی زنجیر ہیں اور آپ ہی جکڑے ہوئے

شام پیلی راکھ میں خون شفق کا انجماد
رات جیسے خواب یخ بستہ ہوں دن اکڑے ہوئے

رنگ کے پہرے ہیں رخساروں کی آب و تاب پر
اور رنگوں کو ہیں زلفوں کی لٹیں جکڑے ہوئے

دھوپ نے ناخن ڈبوئے ہیں گلوں کے خون میں
زخم خوردہ خوشبوئیں پھرتی ہیں سر پکڑے ہوئے

رات کالی رات پیڑوں کو ہلاتی آندھیاں
اور ہم بیٹھے طناب خواب ہیں پکڑے ہوئے

عمیق حنفی

Hafiz In Love

February 17th, 2018 / 12:09 PM

I got to know about a Hafiz who fell in love with a girl. The whole story got published in the news and like everybody else I also got to know about the details of the story from the news sources. Hafiz sahab is the son of the caretaker of the mosque who is also serving as the local Imam leading the prayers 5 times a day. No parent never tries to make their children a monster or a criminal. I believe that somewhere down the line they fell short in raising their child as a responsible human which is why even after memorizing the Holy Quran he was not able to get any formal education and works as a welder. He will not be the first person or the last person who make anybody very repulsive towards religion because a lot of the people act as the contractors of religion or if I be honest act like special humans of God sent to train other humans. These are the ones whose behaviour in society has only caused damage to others. The Hafiz Sahab fell in love with a girl who was already engaged to one of her cousins. But because of his bad company, Hafiz was able to acquire weapons which he used to scare the family of the girl and also the one she was engaged to. I am very sure that the father of this Hafiz Sahab would have come to know about the actions of his son from the neighborhood prior to this episode. But a time comes in the life of every man when he is not able to impose his beliefs on his children. The same happened as the news sources have detailed that one evening the Hafiz Sahab lost his patience and went to attack the family of the girl after the evening prayer. Coincidently the father of the girl was not at home but his luck was out when he arrived at home at the same moment and was also shot dead by the Hafiz Sahab, the perfect man of religion. In this incident 5 lives were lost including that girl’s whom Hafiz claimed to love. This is not the first or the last time when somebody had committed such a heinous crime feeding to his emotions and taking the law into their own hands. The criminal is already on the run and the family of a girl comprising of 5 junior brothers and an aunt have moved with a poor uncle who is a taxi driver. This is another example when people fail to understand what love actually is. Many times young men become obsessed with ephemeral attractions for a woman and assume this emotion to be love. Another woman lost her life because of love but who will remember her tomorrow. Many will not even remember her even today. Sassi and Heer were lucky in one matter, their name is still remembered. Here she didn’t even love that man of God as most huffaz claim themselves to be. This is not out of repulsion but a fact that he is not the first Hafiz I scorn. Don’t think that evil can never cross the walls of a madrassa. Many evil are born there, some out of sodomy.

 (Photo by K Chaudhry)
(Photo by K Chaudhry)

Red

February 14th, 2018 / 07:32 AM

Not all things fade with time. Red is still the color I like. But some things have already faded. Time is a reality that corrodes us all with no discrimination. It is that day of the year again. And perhaps the same me too. But one thing I am so sure of not the same is the heart. It took me time to talk some sense to it. But then it did learn. And like all learnings this learning had a price. The price of color. I guess some faded red is way better than all red. There is one thing I would still love to add about love however. It’s an emotion that can never die. It is an emotion that has the beauty of being as eternal and as timeless as God himself. One would easily label love as a mistake when one would be not mature enough to understand what love itself is or married with a child to take care of already. It takes a time to understand the beauty and pleasure hidden in pain .Don’t be one of them who confuse love and relationships. They are are two different words and they are two different feelings. What you have seen ending can never be love. What you feel you have mastered is relationships even if that relation be of a husband or of a wife. I have not sent any gifts to anyone this year. Maybe I have grown old. Maybe I have learnt from my relationships. Whatever the case be I have not stopped loving. That is the dilemma of love. You cannot start it. You cannot end it. You got to live with that. 

Disappearing

February 18th, 2018 / 03:03 PM  
Some of the events that have fascinated my mind and inspired me to write including fiction have happened even before I was born. That is why out of natural curiosity I sometimes search the internet hoping to find newspaper cuttings or even the entire newspaper from that day. But this search is not always fruitful because back in the day when the digital medium was non-existent most of what existed now has dissipated over time. It is extremely hard to find any newspaper from that time in a good and legible quality. In the last year or so that I lived in Lahore I was living kilometres away from where I used to go daily. My path involved a bus stop from where I used to grab a newspaper everyday. That was my time killer on the way. When I moved to Karachi I was able to look back into time and probe through old news which for a person like me is always inspiring and thought provoking. But as the years have progressed I have come across a knowing that much of these old archives of the newspapers are being deleted. This can be very deliberate for either of the two reasons. First, people want to save data centre space which is why they delete old stuff from their servers. Second, somebody high in the corridors of power wants data deleted or at least not easily accessible by some member of the public for God-knows-what nefarious reasons. That someone ought to be a very powerful man because beyond a particular date I am not able to retrieve any Pakistani newspaper from the archive in any language. With time even I face the dilemma of space shortage in my digital life especially after the advent of extremely high resolution cameras that are capable of taking clearer memories for the years to come. Still this has not stopped to me from making new data which I know would also take up space. As technology is evolving so is the medium on which we save our memories. The prices of hard drives have fallen drastically in the last decade. I know that newspaper agencies or the publishers have many tricks up their sleeves to make more money from something already published like old newspapers and maybe they have done it themselves so as to release all old papers on a digital medium or a website with a paid model. As a student of life I still firmly believe that some information which has reached the public domain is bound to stay public and this includes newspapers but we as a failing Nation lack libraries and newspaper repositories which can help in a lot of fields including the potential solving of unsolved crimes just buy research. But that research demands a source of information. There is no better resource than a newspaper. Now the big dilemma stands in front of me “Where to find the old ones?”  This is why I have already saving at least three different newspapers on a daily basis at my end so that after some years if their footprint vanishes from the wonderful internet at least I would have a copy of them to upload for somebody seeking answers. You never know, that very well be you!  
 

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Unwanted Wants.

February 10th, 2018 / 07:07 PM
I am still an early morning person and before beginning my day and leaving for work the first thing I check is the newspapers that the paperwala slides under the door. It is like a ritual that I perform everyday. One of the best things I have been blessed with is living the life of a day-person. At times I feel that my wife would be very angry over this habit of mine. But I guess I love the sun and the sunlight as much as I would love her. I still adore the smell and the touch of the classic newspaper which the modern digital electronic medium lack. Even today I have subscribed to three newspapers which are more than inspiring and not just being traditional old news source. As I flip pages and reach the Crimes and Courts section, I pray that I don’t come across the news of people killing their own children. But still the monsterity of humans lives on. At least twice every week I find such news which has become norm of the society that people dump their kids especially daughters into the trash. Our society has seen one such man who took care of such homeless children whom the society easily labels as a bastard. Abdul Sattar Edhi. There is only one way humans come into existence and we all have followed the same path except for Prophet Adam. We all have remained a product of love so labelling a child unwanted and pushing him to live with the stigma of being a bastard, we are not less of any criminal. What happens to those dead bodies people find in dumpsters, graveyards or open places. We come across such news, we read them, we see them and like always tomorrow we forget that news and continue with our lives. My mood was fine when I woke up. It was fine when I read the political pages. It was even fine when I read that my favourite team lost the match last night. But my mood took a severe hit when I read the news of a child found in a dumpster and the police has already registered a case against an unknown woman. There are some evils that have lived longer than generations of a nation and I think this is one of such evils which will outlive this very nation and the nation that will take its place. God has said it, science has proved it and philosophy points to it that this world is only a suitable place for the fittest. Our moral decline has proven that we are not fit to live in this world and with this momentum someone will replace us eventually. Someone more fit than us. I feel that the biggest evil we as Pakistanis face is the lack of education. People who are lucky enough to go to schools and colleges are also not refined enough to obey parking laws, traffic rules and the law in general. Now that is not a sign of an educated person. What good is that school or college or any formal education if you are not able to live your life as a law abiding citizen. Under good clothes and trimmed beards walk many monsters wearing human skin. The moment people heard about the death of Edhie, people were divided into two groups. One who supported him for what he did in his life and the other who called him nothing but a monster who waged a war against God and protected and raised those unwanted bastard kids. But just imagine for a moment and answer the question that what is the fault of a boy or a girl who are just coming into this world and don’t even know the harsh realities of life. How can one be so cruel or a monster to push such a young and innocent soul towards death. We seriously lack as a nation. Education is the only thing that can save us. But we are so stubborn that we don’t even want to learn. This society is a very evil and a bipolar society. People live at two extremes. On one side are those who claim God in everything. And on the other end are those who claim to be bigger than God. Wanted is this education the lack of which is making unwanted children. Why are people so ashamed of asking for a condom or a contraceptive pill? I remember once being at a Pharmacists when a man walked in and was too shy to ask for a condom. People don’t fear the consequences they bring upon themselves when they push a child towards death, a child that is so unwanted to them that most of them end up in trash. But they are not afraid of stopping all the misery by just opening up their mind to kill shame and taboos. Our morality has fallen to such a level that I feel it would be nothing short of a miracle to bring it back to a level of normality again and the only thing that can do it is the miracle of education. I still remember that news from 2017 when a 5 day old girl was buried in miani sahib kabristan, Lahore. The parents came to the grave of the child the very next day for prayers and were shocked to find the grave wide open and the body missing. To this day nobody has a clue of what happened or who took it. I have a very strong gut feeling that the body of that girl would never be found again. Yet when we pick up books of stories to tell tales to children, all the monsters we find don’t have a face of any human but as we grow up we see the bitter reality that the only monster you need to be afraid of is the one you see in the mirror. 
 

Verdicts

February 9th, 2018 / 05:28 PM

The verdict of the case is out. Two people have been convicted and have been sentenced to death. And a whole gang pardoned or given very light punishments. But the drama has not ended. In fact one of the very evil political parties has taken to the streets and are protesting in favour of those who killed a man in the name of God. It’s not the first time somebody has been killed in the name of god and definitely it’s not the last time either. But in a country where blasphemy is a very sensitive subject we all have seen how it was manipulated in silencing a person for personal interest. It is more shocking that people are still supporting a killer. The father of Mashal Khan has also expressed his disagreement over the verdict of this case. I too failed to understand why everybody who played a role of being an accomplice to a murderer not awarded the same and justful punishment. What has happened to Mashal Khan can happen to anyone. But all the people to whom injustice is done are not lucky enough that for them a political party stages a protest especially when that party comprises only of mullahs standing united under the flag of self-proclaimed God’s good men. The only beard I like is either my own or of a girl who was my classmate in medical college. She had very long hair on her legs which made me imagine her in a beard. Sadly, she is equally violent in my imagination. 

DNA

February 7th, 2018 / 04:39 AM
DNA or deoxyribonucleic acid is the chemical that life-forms depend upon to transfer information from one generation to the next. That is why a goat is born to a goat and a lion is born to a lion but there is no guarantee that a doctor will be born to a doctor. Even if the possibility existed, I would still try to throw some  X-rays and mutate the genetic information so that the next person is not a doctor and enjoys a stress-free life. In the recent days this word has been in the news because of the Zainab case. A killer has been identified using this biological material. Now that plot is very thick. And I don’t trust every news I get. There are so many suggestions one can bring forth when solving a mystery or a crime but one of the things our system lacks is the human data that is bound to exist but doesn’t in the first place. How many people you know who have their dental records or their DNA record? Most of the people I know are not even careful about the data that they generate on their phones, tablets and computers. They have no records of their travel tickets, old invoices, medical prescriptions etc. That is one of the reasons why a lot of pictures of women that end up being misused on the internet come from all those stolen or lost phones that reach the market. We don’t use encryption and we don’t care about the data that we generate. It is this reason that during many investigations a critical piece of information doesn’t exist in the first place. When any Pakistani signs up for his or her National Identity Card (NIC) he is bound to provide certain information like his photograph and the impression of his fingerprints. What if we incorporate some biometric system that a data of our dental records and DNA exist in a national database which can help in solving difficult crime cases. Money spent at the right moment is a fraction of that money which is spent in emergency. I have heard 1 fascinating thing about DNA that it itself can store tremendous amount of information only in a few grams of it. From the time videos have infiltrated our digital lives and places like Facebook and YouTube exist so much amount of data is being generated on a daily basis that I face the dilemma of shifting to a more economic and stable form of storage. I agree that the prices of hard drives have fallen drastically over the years but how cool it would be to just generate a few grams of DNA and store information on it whenever you want. But being a man I know once you generate a few grams you are not able to generate another few grams instantly no matter how powerful the attraction is. That is one price of being a man. 

(Image by Anthony L.)
(Image by Anthony L.)

Murder. Mystery. Mahesh.

February 5th, 2018 / 04:08 AM
I heard the news of a politician and his wife being found in a room after being shot dead. It looks like a plot from the next Hollywood blockbuster but I guess even someone from Pakistan would not try to make a movie or at least a drama on this happening. A famous politician of Sindh was found dead and in two days the police have come to a conclusion that first he shot his wife. Later on he committed suicide. I have lived in neighborhoods where people are more friendly and open to each other. At least that is one way of defining a poor neighborhood. A perk of a poor neighborhood is that people know a lot of about their neighbours. This can be a blessing sometimes while mostly it’s a nuisance.  The investigations are still underway but the official statement that comes from the department of investigation states that the politician had doubts about the character of his wife which is why he first killed her and then took his own life. If anyone can get inspiration from this news and even the cast from this country, then that would be Mahesh Bhatt. I mean just look at it. The story has glamour, the story as politics and even a bit of sex. A politician kills his wife. Thick plots. Tall houses. If I had money in spare, I would definitely Invest in making a movie about it. But remember, truth is not always that comes to you from official sources. What if there is more to the story. I tried to follow up on that news story which happened in the same neighborhood a few months back where a security guard killed a boy of a powerful policeman. God knows what happened next but what we heard from the newspapers and television back then was that the Bodyguard had relationships with the mother of that boy and the boy found both of them together in a room one night. That led to a fight which the security guard claims to be just an accident. I don’t know what happened to that guard. Who knows what happens behind tall and thick walls in a posh neighborhood. Many have a fetish about this subject. I live in an apartment the balcony of which blesses me with decent views that sometimes become indecent. Now that is a story I also like especially when I have more than one cameras and long zoom lenses. Mahesh Bhatt is not wanted in this case at all. I don’t like him in the first place, the kharish wala director.

Minister and His Wife
Minister and His Wife

(Random photograph)

See The Sea

February 4th, 2018 / 03:44 AM / Karachi
I went to the sea today. it is not the first time I went there. and it is not the last time I would go there. There are so many memories that are associated with the sea both good and bad. there are few people that always remind me of the sea and the sea always reminds me of  a few people. it’s not just the people I remember all those mistakes as well about which I wish I had never committed. almost all my life I have lived in places that are next to the sea which is why sea became a friend from very old time. Like true love or like God himself sea looks very timeless to me.It never ages. A part of me always fantasizes about the romantic element of the sea. even the religious books have so many events and stories that revolve around the sea. Half of the history says that Moses parted the river and the other half talks about a sea. If the world becomes divided on this point I would take the side of the sea instead of a river. The word Samandar has been used at so many  places in poetry. but the sea that I am able to visit has become polluted over the years. We as a nation are not honest with the blessings that God has given us, sea being one of them. A polluted sea is like a polluted life. Just like an idea that infiltrates your mind and takes hold of your mind polluting almost everything the mind controls, once the sea is polluted it becomes very hard for life to be normal again. But my trip was tiring, I enjoyed every bit I spent in water even though more than once the tide seemed to take me with it. Like a good friend Sometimes the sea talks back to me.And like every good friend we make an evil plan.What I was too tired at that time to execute that plan.Took a shower and removed all this and that was stuck in my clothes and in my head.Came home and slept with tired and painful muscles.I guess every friend gives you some pain.