A flying Scarf, fell down at his feet.A puff of Jasmine
fragrance was in air.Before Arshad could lift the Scarf, a quivering hand lifted that
Scarf.She was Anjali with her parents.An exchange of eyes with amour.He
saw Anjali after a gap of 10 years.
fragrance was in air.Before Arshad could lift the Scarf, a quivering hand lifted that
Scarf.She was Anjali with her parents.An exchange of eyes with amour.He
saw Anjali after a gap of 10 years.
Arshad was coloring the last touch of brush on a Sun set painting.Sun
was slowly setting down behind hills at other end of Naina Jheel.
A sunset after all, is welcome scenery for anyone who’s having a bad day. It
tells that finally, today whatever woes went away through will end in a few
moments. This colorful Sun set made Arshad to forget that ,” behind every pretty picture there could
be an ugly story”.
tells that finally, today whatever woes went away through will end in a few
moments. This colorful Sun set made Arshad to forget that ,” behind every pretty picture there could
be an ugly story”.
Arshad lifted his easel, paint boxes, brushes and
handed over to helper boy to carry upto his guest house. He was posted in Nainital
as Forest Officer.
handed over to helper boy to carry upto his guest house. He was posted in Nainital
as Forest Officer.
Sitting
on cane chair, Coffee mug on small round table was getting cold, Arshad was
inhailing aroma of some memories for which he wished To roll back the clock and
take back all sadness.A screaming titehri flown away some where in thick
forest.
on cane chair, Coffee mug on small round table was getting cold, Arshad was
inhailing aroma of some memories for which he wished To roll back the clock and
take back all sadness.A screaming titehri flown away some where in thick
forest.
A nock at door. His orderly was at door with a
small box, “a lady has given this box for you”, and he told him.For his surprise,there
was a letter without address.The mysterious lines in Hindi:
small box, “a lady has given this box for you”, and he told him.For his surprise,there
was a letter without address.The mysterious lines in Hindi:
“Zindagi yun bhi
guzar hi jati
guzar hi jati
kyon tera rahguzar yaad aaya”.
Sure it was Anjali. Next two days he
searched her at every tourist points of Nainial. He went upto, Bhimtal, Saat Tal,
Naukuchia Tal, Bhawali and even Jim Corbett National Park.
searched her at every tourist points of Nainial. He went upto, Bhimtal, Saat Tal,
Naukuchia Tal, Bhawali and even Jim Corbett National Park.
The forgotten
tales were surfaced.The Auditorium of Abdulla Girls College Aligarh. He was representing
his Suleiman Hall in Annual Inter Hall cultural function. He was there to
recite his story. Anjali a singer she presented” Rana
Akbar Abadi ‘s” ghazal—
“Sunate hai ke mil jaati har
cheese dua se
ek roz tumhe mang ke dekhenge khuda se
cheese dua se
ek roz tumhe mang ke dekhenge khuda se
Jab kuch na mila hath duao ko
uthakar
phir hath uthane hi pade humko dua se
uthakar
phir hath uthane hi pade humko dua se
Duniya bhi milli hai ghum-e-duniya
bhi mila hai
woh kyo nahi milta jise manga tha khuda se
bhi mila hai
woh kyo nahi milta jise manga tha khuda se
Tum samane baithe ho to hai
kaif ki barish
woh din bhi the jab aag barasti thi ghata se”
kaif ki barish
woh din bhi the jab aag barasti thi ghata se”
After Function ,they chatted each other
on Story and ghazal; they performed, on tea table hosted by college.
on Story and ghazal; they performed, on tea table hosted by college.
Anjali get up from chair ,but her Scarf fell down at his
feet.“Your Scarf”——“Thanks”.
feet.“Your Scarf”——“Thanks”.
It was the
one epic moment that gave him a lifetime agony.After that day, he interacted
with Anjali in many cultural functions of University. She was from
Moradabad and student of B.A in Abdullah Womens College. In Aligarh, she was
living with her widow aunty. Arshad was from Bareilly and student of Msc.
one epic moment that gave him a lifetime agony.After that day, he interacted
with Anjali in many cultural functions of University. She was from
Moradabad and student of B.A in Abdullah Womens College. In Aligarh, she was
living with her widow aunty. Arshad was from Bareilly and student of Msc.
One fine day
of the autumn vacation, Arshad reached station and was in ques to buy railway ticket
from Aligarh to Bareilly. He found Anjali in ladies line.Those were the days
when Reservation system was not smart and advanced as today. Bareilly passenger
was steam Engine and used to stop at every station.
of the autumn vacation, Arshad reached station and was in ques to buy railway ticket
from Aligarh to Bareilly. He found Anjali in ladies line.Those were the days
when Reservation system was not smart and advanced as today. Bareilly passenger
was steam Engine and used to stop at every station.
They boarded
in same compartment. Anjali has to change train from Chandausi for Moradabad and
Arshad to keeps his journey continue for Bareily in same train.He helped Anjali in
shifting her luggage from Bareilly Passenger to Chandausi– Moradabad
passenger.
in same compartment. Anjali has to change train from Chandausi for Moradabad and
Arshad to keeps his journey continue for Bareily in same train.He helped Anjali in
shifting her luggage from Bareilly Passenger to Chandausi– Moradabad
passenger.
Love is a delicious
feeling that is a mixture of many emotions, attitudes. That is why it is said
that the best language to express love is silence, if any, that is the sense of
love human mind, which is not meant to be heard but to understand.
feeling that is a mixture of many emotions, attitudes. That is why it is said
that the best language to express love is silence, if any, that is the sense of
love human mind, which is not meant to be heard but to understand.
They were
student of same university, so start and end of holidays were common.They felt
at ease and comfort with together. They developed a silent harmony that at every
holiday they will travel in Bareilly Passenger, and will wait at station for
other to come. At return journey both will wait for each other at Chandausi Railway
station.
student of same university, so start and end of holidays were common.They felt
at ease and comfort with together. They developed a silent harmony that at every
holiday they will travel in Bareilly Passenger, and will wait at station for
other to come. At return journey both will wait for each other at Chandausi Railway
station.
Slowly
the seed of endearment sprouted among them.They used to exchange
festival pakwans and sweets with each other at Chandausi railway station.They
never wanted the end of this three hours journey.It was their passion.This
waiting and travelling together continued for two years.
the seed of endearment sprouted among them.They used to exchange
festival pakwans and sweets with each other at Chandausi railway station.They
never wanted the end of this three hours journey.It was their passion.This
waiting and travelling together continued for two years.
In one long summer
vacation journey at Babrala railway station, a group of boys and girls with
musical instruments entered in the same compartment.After siting with comfort
on seats, they started playing with musical instruments singing….
vacation journey at Babrala railway station, a group of boys and girls with
musical instruments entered in the same compartment.After siting with comfort
on seats, they started playing with musical instruments singing….
“Chale aj
tum jahan se hui zindagi parayi
Tumhe mil gaya thikana Hume maut bhi na ayi
tum jahan se hui zindagi parayi
Tumhe mil gaya thikana Hume maut bhi na ayi
O door ke
musafir Hum ko bhi saath le le re
Hum ko bhi saath le le Hum rah gaye akele
musafir Hum ko bhi saath le le re
Hum ko bhi saath le le Hum rah gaye akele
Tune vo de
diyaa gham bemaut mar gaye Hum
Dil uth gayaa jahaan se le chal Hume yahaan se
diyaa gham bemaut mar gaye Hum
Dil uth gayaa jahaan se le chal Hume yahaan se
Suni hai
dil ki raahe khamosh hai nigahe
Nakam hasarato kaa uthane ko hai janaza
dil ki raahe khamosh hai nigahe
Nakam hasarato kaa uthane ko hai janaza
Charo taraf lage hai barabadiyo ke mele re
Hum ko bhi saath le le Hum rah gaye akele”
All passengers were mesmerized by the
lyric, but Arshad was agonized as he saw that Anjali was weeping, tears were
dropping from her eyes.
lyric, but Arshad was agonized as he saw that Anjali was weeping, tears were
dropping from her eyes.
Anjali stepped down
at Chandausi station,“I will not return again to continue my further
education”, she told him. Why?
at Chandausi station,“I will not return again to continue my further
education”, she told him. Why?
“My parents want
this, they are suspicious about us”.Arshad was disheartend hearing
this news.Both were feeling uneasiness.
this, they are suspicious about us”.Arshad was disheartend hearing
this news.Both were feeling uneasiness.
Her train was was coming on other platform, for which she has to cross over foot bridge.Reaching at top of
bridge ,she turned back ,looked at him, cleaned her wet eyes with her scarf and
dropped it.
bridge ,she turned back ,looked at him, cleaned her wet eyes with her scarf and
dropped it.
Arshad ran to pick that scarf, but
his train whistled.He turned away towards his compartment to board in.His train
was leaving palate form. Anjali was still standing over stairs of foot bridge ,at
one point she disappeared from his gaze. Arshad
wished to weep and cry in agony.He stroked his head with compartment window.
his train whistled.He turned away towards his compartment to board in.His train
was leaving palate form. Anjali was still standing over stairs of foot bridge ,at
one point she disappeared from his gaze. Arshad
wished to weep and cry in agony.He stroked his head with compartment window.
At 5.30AM
Bareilly passenger reached at its last
stopage “Bareilly” to finish its journey
.
Bareilly passenger reached at its last
stopage “Bareilly” to finish its journey
.
The journey of
Arshad was continued, last stoppage of destiny un-known.After completing his
M.sc, he joined Indian Forest Service (IFS).He was posted in Nainital as Forest
Officer.He started painting ,to express his emotions.”Sun set” was his most
favourite Niche of painting.
Arshad was continued, last stoppage of destiny un-known.After completing his
M.sc, he joined Indian Forest Service (IFS).He was posted in Nainital as Forest
Officer.He started painting ,to express his emotions.”Sun set” was his most
favourite Niche of painting.
Today he was
painting a “Setting
Sun” at Nain Jheel,
when the Pink Scarf the identity of
Anjali fell down at his Feet.
painting a “Setting
Sun” at Nain Jheel,
when the Pink Scarf the identity of
Anjali fell down at his Feet.
After 40 years.
Now Arshad
was an internationally recognized Artist.His paintings were exhibited in famous
Art Galleries and get auctioned in Lacs.
was an internationally recognized Artist.His paintings were exhibited in famous
Art Galleries and get auctioned in Lacs.
He was in France;
to attend an international conference on Art.His painting works were on exhibit at 59 Rivoli Art
Gallery of Paris.Next day was fixed for inauguration.
to attend an international conference on Art.His painting works were on exhibit at 59 Rivoli Art
Gallery of Paris.Next day was fixed for inauguration.
After four days, he opened his eyes.Sister kept her
hand full of love over his fore head,
hand full of love over his fore head,
“So—you are now awake, that is good”.
Sister –where am I? You are in ICCU.
What happened to me.Heart attack?
After two days, he was shifted from ICCU to other room.His
wife Farhat was besides him reciting Holy Quran.Sister enterd in room and told
him that a lady wants to meet him she was also admitted in iccu the same day
with you.To day she has been discharged.
wife Farhat was besides him reciting Holy Quran.Sister enterd in room and told
him that a lady wants to meet him she was also admitted in iccu the same day
with you.To day she has been discharged.
His heart
tossed inside his chest to break; blood boiled in head and a second heart
attack was….He was dazed…
tossed inside his chest to break; blood boiled in head and a second heart
attack was….He was dazed…
Anjali was at door, Pink salwar with green border and
same Kolhapuri chappals in feet, parting hair line without vermilion, Neck
without Mangal sutra.
same Kolhapuri chappals in feet, parting hair line without vermilion, Neck
without Mangal sutra.
“I am Anjali
from Moradabad, A great fan of Artist
Arshad Saheb ,I live with my younger brother,who has settled in France and
works as a Charted Accountant “.
from Moradabad, A great fan of Artist
Arshad Saheb ,I live with my younger brother,who has settled in France and
works as a Charted Accountant “.
Farhat
offerd her chair to sit.”Through media I came to know that Arshad Saheb is here
in France”.After some time,his brother entered in room.”My brother has paid
yours bills too”.Anjali told and raised up the chair.
offerd her chair to sit.”Through media I came to know that Arshad Saheb is here
in France”.After some time,his brother entered in room.”My brother has paid
yours bills too”.Anjali told and raised up the chair.
Her scarf fell down. Scarf was again fallen down.
“Your Scarf”, Farhat told her.
“Thanks”.
Anjali
turned and said—“Chandausi aur Aligarh ka station ab bhut badal gaya hai, bada
bhi hogaya hai.Bareilly passenger train ab Aligarh ke platform no 4 par khadi hoyi hai”.
turned and said—“Chandausi aur Aligarh ka station ab bhut badal gaya hai, bada
bhi hogaya hai.Bareilly passenger train ab Aligarh ke platform no 4 par khadi hoyi hai”.
Story written and posted by Engr Maqbool Akram ,photos
are taken from Net with thanks.
are taken from Net with thanks.
Zindagi ke
safar mein guzar jate hain
jo maqam,
safar mein guzar jate hain
jo maqam,
woh phir
nahin aate,
phool
khilte hain, log
milte hai
nahin aate,
phool
khilte hain, log
milte hai
Patjhad main
jo phool murjha
jate hain
jo phool murjha
jate hain
Woh baharon ke aane
se khilte nahin
se khilte nahin
kuchh log ek roz jo bichad jate hain
Woh hazaron ke aane
se milte nahin
se milte nahin
umr bhar chahe koi
pukara kare unka naam
pukara kare unka naam
The End
