Of Rehan Mangi

Of Rehan Mangi
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some years back
my friend was admitted in Agha Khan after accident
he was in ICU 
We sat in the waiting room
my friend told:
How beautiful and neat and clean is the hospital!
I replied him:
It doesn't matter, either it is beautiful or not, 
look, all are in anguish 
like patients in JPMC

on the next day
I came to know my friend (Rehan Mangi)
died there
though the hospital was beautiful
and neat and clean

31/10/2012

There is God, there is no God

There is God, there is no God
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Stephen Hawking wrote a book 

"From Big Bang to Black Hole - brief history of time"

in that book he wrote there is force in the universe, which is named differently, that force is God

Stephen hawking has written a book recently under the title of 

"The Grand Design"

he believes now, there is no God in the universe

31/10/2012

I purchased your father

I purchased your father
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He said: "you criticized my father, who is a great poet and scholar"

I told him I purchased his father's books from the market and it was not in my mind either he was your father or not, I paid for his books, I paid for your father and when your father wrote false or phony thing, why didn't you prohibit to write such things, where were you, if he was your father. Bear in mind, he didn't write for you, though he was your father and prohibit not me to express the things I feel after going through the books of your father, I do not have jealousy with your father, by the way, who told you not to criticize the man, either one is poet or scholar..!

1/11/2012

Meeting with Farooq Soomro

فاروق سومرو سان ڪچهري

گهڻن ڏينهن کان پوءِ هن سان ملاقات ٿي، مان جڏهن به هن سان ملندو آهيان ته هلڪو ٿي پوندو آهيان، هن سان ملندو آهيان ته ائين لڳندو آهي، پااڻ سان مليو آهيان.هن سان کوڙ سارا ناتا آهن، هڪ ته هو به شڪارپور جو آهي ۽ مان به، هو به عاشق آهي ۽ مان به، هو به گهڻو پڙهندو آهي ۽ مونکي به ڪتابن جي چوس آهي، هو مست الست آهي ۽ مان به پنهنجي طبعيت ۾ يڪتا. هن جو به سورن سان سنگ هوندو آهي ۽ مان 
هر صبح جو لطيف جي بيت جي اها سٽ ورجائيندو آهيان

پاڙي ناهي پروڙ، ته ڪا رات رنجائي گذري

رات گهڻن ئي شين تي حال احوال ٿيا، ڪجهه موضوع هي هيا؛

ٻوٽا ۽ وڻ، شڪارپور شهر جا ماڻهو ۽ واقعا، گرو رجنيش، خوشونت سنگهه، شيخ اياز، سنڌ، سياست، ايس پي ايل جي او، ڪراچي، مهاجر، ٻروچ، سنڌي، قبائليت، فيس بوڪ، ڊاڪٽر غلام جيلاني برق، غلام رباني آگرو ۽ هن جا ڪتاب، شمشير الحيدري، قبرستاننن تي قبضا، پٺاڻ، پناهه گير، مذهب، ٿر ۽ ٿريا، ڪرپٽ ڪامورا، آرٽسٽ، يوٽيوب، هند جي ڪريا ڪرم جي رسم، سَتي، انگريزي، اردوءَ جا شاعر، انڊيا جا سفرناما، 20_20 اسٽريٽجڪ پلان، ڪراچيءَ جو انفرااسٽرڪچر، ٽيليگراف پلانٽ، پپل جو ذڪر، هوليءَ جا هانڊا، پارٽيشن کان اڳ جا سيٺيون ۽ ديوان، غير سرڪاري تنظيمون، سنڌي مهمان نواز، ضياالحق، مشرف، ارباب رحيم، اياز سومرو، سنڌي اخبارون، آواز چئنل، نادر مگسيءَ جي زال جي وڊيو، سسئي پليجو، ثقافت کاتو، ناز سنائي، عطا محمد سومرو، فيس بوڪ جا فيڪ آءِ ڊي، عقيل سومرو، جتوئي، مهر، يش چوپڙا، سي سي ايس پاس ڪندڙ ڪندڙ نوجوان، سائنو سائيٽس (sinusitis)، نيپئر، برٽن، ماءِ شڪارپور، سگهڙ عورتون، عشق، رشوت خور آفيسر، مفاد پرست دوست، غربت، فقيري، ۽ ٻيو الائي ڇا ڇا هڪٻئي سان ونڊيوسين پئي.

منهنجي دعا آهي ته هو خوش رهي ۽ آباد رهي!

حسام
22/10/2012

رهجي ويل منظر

رهجي ويل منظر  (ناول)

ماڻهو چوندا آهن ته طارق عالم ابڙو جو ناول ”رهجي ويل منظر“ شاندار آهي، اهڙو ناول ڪڏهن اسانوٽ لکيو ئي ناهي ويو. مان به اهو ناول سنڌ يونيورسٽيءَ جي دور دوران پڙهيو هيو، مون کي به وڻيو هيو، پر اهو هڪ فيز هيو، جيڪو ڪڏهن جو پورو ٿي ويو، هاڻي مون وٽ ان ناول لاءِ اهو چاهه بنهه ناهي، مان سمجهان ٿو هڪ دفعو پڙهڻ جهڙو ئي، خاص ڪري جوانيءَ جي اڀرندڙ ڏينهن ۾، ان کان پوءِ ان جي ايتري گنجائش نٿي رهي

 زندگيءَ ۾، اهو منهنجو ذاتي رايو آهي، مان هڪ پڙهندڙ آهيان، اها منهنجي راءِ آهي

اسان وٽ ماڻهو وڌاءُ ڪندا آهن، فلاڻي شيءِ اصل شاندار، بي مثال الائي ڇا ڇا، دل چوندي آهي جيڪر نه پڙهان ها ته شايد اها ٻاڙ سڄي عمر رهي ها پر ان کي پڙهي پنهنجي ٻاڙ ئي ختم ڪري ڇڏي، پر ڪجهه ناول اهڙا آهن، جن کي پڙهيو آهي، وري دل چوندي آهي پڙهان، ڪي ڪي شيون ورائي ورائي پڙهڻ جهڙيون هونديون آهن

مان اهو نٿو چوان ته ناول مزي جو ناهي، ناول سٺو آهي، پر ان جو content ايترو اثرائتو ناهي، جو وري ٻيهر پڙهجي، دوستن پڙهيو هوندو، انهن شايد ورائي ورائي به پڙهيو هجي، پر مون ان کي هڪ دفعو پڙهڻ جهڙو ئي سمجهان ٿو

اڄ خوشونت سنگهه کي پڙهان پيو ته سنڌي ناول به ياد اچي ويا، سوچيو ته اپڊيٽ لکي وٺان

حسام ميمڻ
26/10/2012

Paraphernalia of Sorrows

Paraphernalia of Sorrows

How powerfully Latif Saeen depicted and illustrated the painful soul's sorrowful and perilous situation, it faces ahead during the journey to get reunion with beloved:

"poor woman carries paraphernalia of sorrows in her heart"
(ويچاريءَ کي دل ۾، سُورن جو سامان)

How deep and figurative style to state the mental stress beautifully, it is not only poetry but also a message of inflicted souls, they 

feel to perform well, the more the sorrows, perform they better.

The aforesaid line from the poetry of Latif Saeen really have catharsis of mine, I suffer together with the soul, who faces hardships during the journey of life to meet the beloved.

Tailpiece:

We avoid sorrows, 'cause sorrows get you into troubles and you never can rest and we are habitually restful souls.

Hisam Memon
29/10/2012

The book of Nonsense

The Book of Nonsense 

I have completed reading of Edward Lear's book "A book of Nonsense", this books was first published in 1894. I suggest, if someone wants to know more about Edward, googling will help or wikipedia will be fine to know more about his profile.

His book is comic one but really nice one and about children, I was laughing suddenly when kept reading. I am sharing some pieces here:

There was an Old Man 

on some rocks,
Who shut his Wife up in a box:
When she said, "Let me out," he exclaimed, "Without doubt
You will pass all your life in that box."
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There was an Old Derry down Derry,
who loved to see little folks merry;
So he made them a Book, and with laughter they shook
At the fun of that Derry down Derry.
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There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly;
He sate on the stairs, eating apples and pears,
That imprudent Old Person of Chili.
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There was a Young Lady of Troy,
Whom several large flies did annoy;
Some she killed with a thump, some she drowned at the pump,
And some she took with her to Troy.
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There was a Young Lady of Hull,
Who was chased by a virulent Bull;
But she seized on a spade, and called out, "Who's afraid?"
Which distracted that virulent Bull.
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There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, "Does it buzz?" he replied, "Yes, it does!
It's a regular brute of a Bee."
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There was an Old Man who said, "Hush!
I perceive a young bird in this bush!"
When they said, "Is it small?" he replied, "Not at all;
It is four times as big as the bush!"
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There was an Old Man with a flute,—
A "sarpint" ran into his boot!
But he played day and night, till the "sarpint" took flight,
And avoided that Man with a flute.
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Go through the book, though it was written for children but elders can also enjoy, it is pictorial, that really tastes well

Hisam Memon
29/10/2012