Tag Archives: nostalgia

Yaadain ….

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………………. I kept staring at this pic for so long …. It has invoked so many memories that I’m still swimming in them … and I think I will be like this for many more minutes …and yes the fan fight was real .. and me being the eldest exploited the authority to the fullest 🙂 

… wo bhi kia din thay … zindagi kitni saada aur pursukoon thi …. wo charpaia’n aur bistray bichana .. aur apni charpai pe kisi aur ko na letnay dena ta ke jab khud leto to bister thanda thanda ho 🙂

… garmion main khulay asmaaan talay sonay ka jo maza hai wo bass wohi jaanta hai jo soya ho …. un dino ye mobile shobile aam nhi tha .. na late night call packages na sms bundles ka jhanjat na mobile games ka alam ghalam …   raat chand ko taktay,  aur sitaaron ko gintay gintay aur hazaron idher udher ki sochain sochtay so jatay thay …. toot’tay taray bhi gintay thay ….

aur subhai’n itni noorani hoti thi … taaza saaf hawa main lambi lambi saansain lete thay …. aisa maza aata tha ke bayan nhi ho sakta …. murgho’n ki azaanai’n …aur chirrio’n ki cheh ch’hahat … suraj tulu’u honay ke waqt aasman ka jo rang hota tha  … ahhhh .. wo to bhool bhi gaya ab

… ab to raat ko sheher ki masnui roshni ki chaka chond ki wajah se sitaray bhi nazar nhi aatay …. Air Conditioned band rooms main recycled filtered thandi hawa main sansain lete hain … 10 bajay k baad uthtay hain aur sab se pehle side table pe moble check kartay hain .. aur raat ko .. haha .. kabhi yaadain satayen to aisi post likh kar so jatay hain aur aglay din wohi machinee zindagi ki dorr main lag jatay hain … fitay munh !

Remembering my Space

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Yeah well as you must have heard that “appearances are often deceiving”. Well that is the case of the title of this post 😛

Actually this was not my first blog per-say. In fact I started blogging way back in December 2004. I was still in university and it was my 4th semester of BCS. Back then all these things like social networking, blogging, etc was not that “in”. At that time msn came up with msn “spaces” a sort of a blog but it was much more “kewl” than the blogs we had today. And I loved it for its interface, and easy customizability and widgets.

But over time first I moved to blogger and then to wordpress for its larger audience but also because msn gave notice that they are going to shutdown spaces. (!@$(!%@@!$ ). But they at the end gave an option to import all my posts. But “only” my posts not all the lot of other data like photo albums, lists, etc. Anyways I have bored you enough, so let’s come to the point of order.

So I have decided that I will repost some of the stuff from my “space” here. It will keep my blog active and I don’t have to do much effort … my lazy self is so happy for this ingenious plan of mine 😀

So if you haven’t dare’d to hit the follow button yet … now is the time!

 
 

P.S. Today 24th November is the birthday of my most favorite poetess of all time … the legend “Parween Shakir”

kuch to hawa bhi sard thi kuch tha tera khiyal bhi…

dil ko khushi k saath saath hota raha malaal bhi…

 
 

baat wo adhi raat ki raat wo purey chand ki

chand bhi unchait ka uspe tera jamaal bhi…

 
 

sab se nazar bacha k wo mujhe kuch ayse dekhta

ek baar tu ruk gaya gardish-e-mahoo saal bhi…

 
 

dil tu chamak sakey ga kia phir bhi tarash k dekh lain

sheesha garan-e-shehar k haath ka ye kamaal bhi…

 
 

usko na pa sakey thai jab dil ka ajab haal tha

ab jo palat k dekhiye baat thi kuch muhaal bhi…

 
 

meri talab tha ek shaks wo jo nhy mila tu phir

haath dua se yun gira bhool gaya sawal bhi…

 
 

uski sukhan tarashiyan mere liye bhi dhaal thein

uski hansi main chup gaya apne ghumon ka haal bhi…

 
 

gah-e-kareeb shahrag gah-e-baeed wehm-o-guman

uski rafakatoon mai raat hijar bhi thi wasal bhi…

 
 

us ky hi baazowon main rahey or us ko hi soochty rahy

jism ki khawahishoon pe thy rooh k or jaal bhi

 
 

shaam ki nasamjh hawa pooch rahi hai ekpata

mauj-e-hawa-e-ku-e-yaar , kuch to mera khayal bhi !

 
 

Click here to watch the video of Parween Shakir herself reading this to perfection

Blast from the past …

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I want to go back in time & want my childhood days back when

“Getting high” meant “On swing”,

 “Dad” was the only “Hero”,

 “Love” was “Mom’s hug”,

“Highest place on earth” was “Dad’s shoulder”,

“My worst enemies” were “My own siblings”,

Only thing that could “hurt” were “skinned knees”,

the only thing “Broken” were my “Toys”

and when “Goodbyes” meant “Only till Tomorrow”

Bachpan ( بچپن )

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مجھ کو یقیں ہے ۔ ۔ ۔

ایک یہ دن جب اپنوں نے بھی ہم سے ناطہ توڑ دیا

ایک وہ دن جب پیڑ کی شاخیں بوجھ ہمارا سہتی تھیں

   
 

ایک یہ دن جب جاگتی راتیں دیواروں کو تکتی ہیں

ایک وہ دن جب آو کھیلیں ساری گلیاں کہتی تھیں

   
 

ایک یہ دن جب لاکھوں غم اور قال پڑا ہے آنسووں کا

ایک وہ دن جب اک ذرا سی بات پہ ندیاں بہتی تھیں

   
 

مجھ کو یقیں ہے سچ کہتی تھیں جو بھی امی کہتی تھیں

جب میرے بچپن کے دن تھے چاند میں پریاں رہتی تھیں

 
 

(Image courtesy to DD )