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...
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" .....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 mustered 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 questions crawling all over my mind ...
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 ....!!
.. 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 mustered 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 questions crawling all over my mind ...
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