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Two old guys are sitting on the plastic chairs arranged besides the footpath. These are set here to attract customers by the nearby milk shops and street vendors that sell shwarmas and burgers in the evening.

In front of these guys, there lies a table where a small speaker connected to a phone is placed. It is relaying famous songs from old films in the air. The old music is capable of touching the hearts and i am also enjoying the soothing tunes and deep meaningful poetry.

Its not a quiet place, as they are sitting between a busy road and a street full of cycles, pedestrians, beggars and cars trying to make their way through the crowd.

Loud horns, numerous voices and many sources of disturbance seem to have no effect on them. Their hands and heads occasionally move with in synchronization with the music showing their admiration for the composition and vocal chords of the nightingales of old times.

I order a glass of milk and take out a notepad and pen to write down about this scene but i can’t look down on the paper as there is so much to observe around me. I see various people attached to each other with diverse relations, i see smiles and sorrowful gestures, i see people left alone by their loved ones and society, i see poverty, i see extravagance,  and i see these carefree old guys listening to their favorite music in the middle of a noisy bazaar. A bottle of cough syrup also lies on the table but i don’t see or hear any of these guys coughing.

At that moment, the call for evening prayer emanates from the loud speakers mounted on the high minarets of a nearby mosque – one of the guys turns off the music but they keep sitting their. Prayer call stops after a while and they turn the music on again.

I gulp down the glass of milk and pay the bill – pick up my bag and start walking towards the sports club.

 

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We know that its a crime to talk on phone while driving on road however talking on phone and driving a tractor simultaneously should be considered as an art. When ever i see a ruffled guy controlling steering wheel with one hand and pressing the keypad of his mobile phone to dial a call, my eyes beam with respect for his remarkable courage and skill. Most of the times tractors are fitted with big speakers on each metallic fender, which continuously emanate ear deafening music. This music is solely played for those who are working in the fields scores of yards away, in arbitrary direction. For the people on board it is mere noise – pretty painful for the inexperienced ones (Don’t you think it reflects the will to share the slightest happiness with others?). When wind blows in a certain direction, farmers working in that direction enjoy a verse and then suddenly wind changes its course to leave them wondering about the next line. This helps in developing their poetic glands which may prove helpful if these farmers start writing poetry. So isn’t it extra ordinary to talk on phone while driving a tractor where a common person can’t hear someone talking to him in ear while tractor is on the move?

You may keep reservations but I have no doubt in the bravery of these heroes. Sometimes i wonder whether driving a tractor triggers some biological process in human body which results in development of extra powerful membrane in ear to deal with extensive frequency ranges that help talking on phone while driving a tractor on a bumpy path.

The government of Pakistan has always admired the heroes of its soil. Probably that’s the reason they took a step to honor the tractor drivers in 1970, when mobile phones were totally out of debate. Our government knew that these people will do some thing extra ordinary in the coming years so they issued a postal stamp in the appreciation of their hidden abilities, yet to be disclosed in the coming years. Anyone who doubts the foreseeing abilities of our government should take a look at that amazing postal stamp below and keep hoping for a better tomorrow.Image

 

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12:17 AM , 10th November

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The ghazal (Arabic/Pashto/Persian/Urdu: غزل; Hindi: ग़ज़ल, Turkish: gazel, Bengali: গ়জ়ল, Gujarati: ગ઼ઝલ) is a poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets and a refrain, with each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in 6th century Arabic verse. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In its style and content it is a genre which has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation. It is one of the principal poetic forms which the Indo-Perso-Arabic civilization offered to the eastern Islamic world.

The ghazal spread into South Asia in the 12th century under the influence of the new Islamic Sultanate courts and Sufi mystics. Although the ghazal is most prominently a form of Dari poetry and Urdu poetry, today it is found in the poetry of many languages of Indian sub-continent.(courtesy: Wikipedia)

This Ghazal is sung by Mehdi Hassan in raag bhankara. Poetry is written by Farhat shehzad.

i have tried to translate a few lines for your convenience.

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when i woke up , he was no more there

the time we spent together; was gone

i was left alone; burning in fire and all i had were memories

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troubles have divided me among them

as if i was a looted treasure

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though you had to go far along me

you just walked a few steps by my side and got tired

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i cut with my own hand

the branch

on which i had my nest

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