The wind of learning, writing
and reading was blowing everywhere in Daffty Institute of Learning.
Here and there, books were there in the hands of
students. Books and pen were become very common to use after 6 months of
holiday, again.
Learning became the only important task for
everyone but not for Fajahad, what about "Saturday night bike race"
of which he was addicted, which was his brain food, which pours the fluid of ecstasy in him and
make him relax and cool as if he is drunk.
An old group of seven boys, Qasim, Imran, Essa, Farhan, Kabir, Abbas and
Fajahad, standing freely under the blue sky decorated with stars and crescent.
"Chal Ab race lagai?" (Do we have a
race now?), Fajahad wanted to race with his friends and left them them behind
as usual.
"Haan yar" (yes my friend).
Seven bikes stood in a line
and seven boys looking forward with widely opened eyes. “On your mark” Essa, so
called “chota chamcha”(small spoon) whose bike was in the centre alarmed them
or woke their minds and eyes “Get set go” and the biking started on the quite
road where was no people roaming around at night.
Hair was fluttering behind
the air because of high speed bike.
Fajahad, master in biking was near the victory
but the race was not had for victory and lose it was to remain one. He was now
alone on the street near Teen Talwar which was quite peaceful because no one
was there except him, at victory line but suddenly his eyes started to roll his
sense of smell got stronger as as the lyrics of famous sindhi song “Dane pe
dana” went in his ears and in result
smile came and his brain ordered him which he followed by rolling the
wheels of his bike to change his way from victory line.
"lagta hai ye Fajahad Sab se agay nikal
gaya hai” (I think Fajahad has gone far beyond us), Qasim stated, while biking,
near his five other group members.
"Yes I think it too", Farhan agreed.
"Yar, tell me the final point", Essa
asked, biking very near to Farhan.
"One street behind Teen Talwar", he
answered, became speedy.
The answer of Farhan made everyone speedy and
created fray but that fray was not kept for even fifteen minutes, it vanished
suddenly in less than second when they didn't find their dearest friend at end
point,
"Fajahad to yahan nahi
hai!"(Fajahad is not there!), Essa shocked to see the absence of
Fajahad. Group members halted biking. With astonishment sitting in dark colour
casual wear on their black bikes.
"How it can be, he knew the end
point", Qasim reasoned.
The phoning to him also didn't work.
"O Dane pe Dana", lyrics of the most
famous Sindhi song, Dane pe Dana, passed in the ears of Farhan. His brain
started to solve the puzzle.
"Dane pe Dana!", as the lyrics of Shazia Khushk’s famous
song which made everyone to dance,
passed into his ears. The mind of Farhan started to solve the puzzle and that
is; connection between song and his best friend. "definitely he would be
there",he slack jawed and then scowled as the puzzled solved, while
sitting on his halted average black bile of Honda. bike at once.
“saale kutay, hijray” (Idiot,
dog, bender), the eyebrows were raised
of remaining five when the connection and existence of strong bond between
their dog’s bullocks and quirky sindhi song formed in their mind when they
tried to remember how he jumped from the bus just to dance on dane pe dana
, playing outside, in past.
"Go there from where the voice of Dane pe Dana is coming",they finally decided what
to do and that is find Fajahad.
Placing feet on the paddle,
giving pressure , the bikes started and they biked like a bat out of a hell.
They were biking in great
pace, making the moment dramatic and filmy. The triangle was made by their
different speed with Qasim and Essa on opposite sides followed by Imran and
Kabir riding the bikes of same model and beyond all of them was Farhan, leading
everyone.
but that triangle did not
remain triangle any more when Abbas increased his speed which brought him near
Qasim and Abbas but in their between, this changed the human made triangle into
athletes made diamond, two athletes in centre parallel to each other and four
on sides with increasing lengths.
-
Famous song of Shazia khusk was entering in his
ears. Moving his hands slowly in front of his facebut very below to his chin
like a native sindhi man who had a big
moustache wearing Ajrak and enjoying the
song. Shaking body like native Sindhis, Fajahad was enjoying heartily.
Artificial moustache above the lips made him to look like pure Sindhi but Ajrak
did more magic than moustache to made him look like Sindhi, which he was
wearing. Dancing round and around Teen Talwar in crowd brought the biggest
laugh and feelings of blessed human beings on this earth. There was traffic
near Teen Talwar but traffic police solved the problem. Shops were opened and
bikes were parked near them.
-
The zig zag line of vehicles was being drove and
rode by energetic Karachities was made because of traffic. The group Fajahad
was also tangled in that rope of traffic.
The whistling of traffic and not letting go
anyone near Teen Talwar made fast rider, Farhan depressed but that depression
went away when idea came in his mind. That
idea was blown in his mind when he saw the car of rangers.
He left his bike in traffic, went near the quiet
place, while his friends and others caught their ears. He putted a towel on his
mouth and phoned the traffic police station.
"Aye!", he said like thefts.
"Hello", policeman replied quiet
respectfully.
"Yahan tera hi ek Banda humain chori Karne
par majboor kar raha" (Your one of the dog is forcing us to rob), he said
like robbers, expressing that he don't want to rob.
His sentence opened the mouth of policeman
completely in circle shape, "What!".
It was artificial but his acting was natural,
born with the talent of acting "Haan tou!"(yes so!), he exclaimed
trying to proof himself as innocent boy
"Aj apni maa se wada kar ke aya tha ke chori Nahi karoon ga liken tera ek
kuta kab se majboor kar raha hai" ( today I have promised my mom that I
would not rob but your one of the dog is forcing), with same expressions and
way of telling he said trying to express him that he was robber who came on
right path.
Policeman was listening with astonishment but
was angered by his behaviour "Acha bas kar tu, gali bata jahan Humara kuta
khara hai" (Stop it, okay, tell us the road where our DOG is standing),
exactly in cheap style, he said.
"Teen Talwar ke kareeb jo soon saan
building wahan tera kuta khara hai" (Your dog is standing at quiet
building near Teen Talwar), he informed in the same theft like style.
Theek
hai, hum atay hain" (Okay, we are coming), Police replied straightforwardly
and rejected the call by putting it down.
He wore his police cap and took stick, left the station for
checking his junior's way of performing duty.
--
Farhan's plan succeeded, he ended the call when police
replied that he was coming. The reply brought his emotions of succeeding in
plan on his face. A great smile came on the good featured face of 5.8 ft
heightened Farhan, who ended the call with excitement "Mission
successful", he energized. Quickly sat on his bike back but within minutes
the sound of horn was being heard by everyone on the street, even the dancers
of Dane pe Dana stopped.
"Oh ho!", Farhan exclaimed with excitement. The
great smile came on his face. Under the dark sky there was traffic on one side,
and dancers around the Teen Talwar, dancing with enjoyment and Police van too but
lighting and shops.
A police officer with balanced physique and traditional
moustache came out of the van. With serious expressions he stepped forward.
"Salam Sir", traffic police saluted to Police
officer.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Wasim?” he asked
seriously. Serious expressions of his senior vanished his confidence within
seconds in air "performing my duty, not letting them go further from this
road", he informed expressionlessly. Standing straight.
--
"Oye, teen Talwaron ki taraf chpke se jao aur mujhe
message do main bhi whana ata hoon." (Go near the three swords by hiding
yourselves and message me. I am coming there too), Boy in dark blue open shirt
and black pant, messaged and left his bike on place for going near the three
swords. He was Farhan.
--
"But I was informed by third person that you are
forcing thefts and robbers to rob innocent people", police officer stated.
His traditional moustache was a source of frightening someone.The words shocked
Mr. Wasim.
"No, I don't", he
replied, his astonishment was coming on his face.
"Why should I do this", he further added.
--
"Is hujoom mein ab Fajahad ko dhoodo" (Find
Fajahad in this crowd), Farhan said orderly his friends when they met near the
crowd around three swords, dancing continuosly.
Six friends joined the crowd; some from left side joined, so
some right but their object was one, to find his dear friend.
"arey yar agay barho" (step forward My friend ), one of the guy of crowd said
loudly but it sounds differently to Farhan who was standing near him.
"Aisa lag raha hai ye awaz kahi suni hui hai" (It
is like I have heard this voice before), it sounded suspicious to him. He was
staring him for minutes.
Man in pant shirt who was dancing near him asked him to dance
in sindhi. He was trying to run away from him."Arey ye to Fajahad
hai" (He is Fajahad), the mind of Farhan worked with sudden and he
exclaimed.
--
"Arey bhag Fajahad! bhaag warna gaya!" (Run
Fajahad run then you are gone), a teenager said to himself while running away
from Farhan.
--
the proof in favor of Mr. Qasim was numerous which made
police officer to go back but pat on his shoulder because he was loyal to his
country.
--
"Saley harami, kuttay, Ajrak pahn kar yaha dance karne
agaya" (Bender, dog, you come here to dance by wearing Ajrak), Farhan
irritated put his hand around Fajahad's neck, tightly.
"Tujhe kab se dhoond rahe they" (We were finding
you for hours), he murmured loudly slightly, holding his neck tightly.
"Oye Fajahad mil gaya
hai" (Fajahad has found), Farhan phoned Qasim, still holding his neck by
putting his hand around his neck.
"Ab to meri gardan chorde" (Leave my
neck now), Fajahad who was wearing fake moustache and Ajrak to make himself
look alike 30 year old Sindhi man said, facing a bit difficulty in breathing.
Pulling him out of the crowd by holding his neck
like owner makes his donkey to move forward by Farhan. Other five friends of the group gathered near the line
of scooters.
He took him like a donkey near the near the line
of scooters.
He laid him down between the two scooters,
touched his mouth and eyes to earth and back in front of his friends.
"yeh kamina yahan humein begair batay agaya
tha" (he, barmy, came here without telling us), Qasim angered put his leg
of his back.
Using slang languages for him and beating him by
putting legs on him and with ankles on his back under the dark sky on road
side, cars and vehicles were moving here and there. But the beatings and slang
languages stopped when police officer's words and presence was appeared
"Yahan yeh sab kiya ho raha?" (What is
happening her?), he questioned sarcastically with straight back and posture.
Beating hands and slang languages stopped with sudden, there, the faces of six
boys of group turned around automatically. His words stood them, their anger
evolved and nervousness absorbed.
That evolution and absorption switched on the
sharp and cunning side of brain of poor Fajahad "Police class le rahi hai,
ek kaam karta hoon bhaag jata hoon" (police is taking class of them, I
should go away from here), the idea moving round and round in his brain like
electrons in a circuit for providing electricity. He stood, turned on his
dramatic mode to make drama in case if needed, with small footsteps he moved
forward like a theft, hiding from friends and police and biked away. But he was
not so easy, after coming behind the police, making taunting faces and then
biked away.
Sealed
mouths unsealed suddenly of all six members with opened astonished eyes,
"Yeh idiot humain begair batay yahan dance karne agaya tha" (He, the
idiot came here to dance without telling us, barmy), the truth in front of
police, came out with irritating and angry expressions from the mouth of all at
the same time.
"tou kiya isi liye us ke milne par usey mar rahe
thay?" (So that's why you were beating him when he was found out?), police
questioned slowly, so that they don’t come in practical life and tell him the
whole truth because they are in shocked which took them away from practical
life.
"Afcourse!", again chorused with angry expressions,
all six under the dark sky wearing dark colored shirts and pants.
Police laughed "Acha theek hai, tum sab ja sakte
ho" (It is okay, you all can go), he allowed but still they were in shock
then he said quiet loudly which effect and they came in the real world.
"Okay Sir", they chorused once again with dramatic
respect and biked away.
Found Fajahad very near their
bikes was quiet astonishing for them because he biked on the speed of light was
the mantra of them.
"Saley to ruk" (barmy stopped), Essa shouted while
biking.
Fajahad was beyond them, looking them by turning his face
and laughing "It is impossible for you to catch me", he biked and
laughing.
Others were behind making improper triangle. But the words
of him produced the spirit in Kabir to catch him. He biked on great speed.
In purple shirt and black pant, Kabir was biking, came very
near to Fajahad on quiet and peaceful street. He was going to catch him but
eyes of Fajahad were not less powerful than any wolf, he watched and biked two
times in great speed "I have said it is impossible", he taunted with
a lovely.
"Abay Fajahad ruk ja tujhay koi nahi mare ga yar
plz" (Please Fajahad stop biking no one will beat you), Imran and Abbas
cried under the the street lights one on left and other on right, "Thak
gaye bike chala chala ke" (we are tired of biking), they were tired.
Fajahad was laughing and smiling loudly "Paka na nahi
maro ge" (Is it true that you all will not beat?), he asked to assure.
"Haan yar nahi marein ge" (yes we will not beat
you), everyone, all six chorused with the feeling tiredness.
The ZOOM ZOOM sound near the small shop coming from
Fajahad's bike, stopped.
"Shukkar" (Thankgod), Farhan thanked with
irritation.
"ha ha ha", he
laughed while standing from his bike, he heard the thank god of his best friend
and special treatment given by his friends to stop him biking.
"Kya hai, has kyuon raha hai?" (What
happen, why are you laughing?), Abbas stopped biking and shouted.
"Kuch Nahi" (nothing) continuously
laughing and smiling like a drunk teenager, Fajahad said while coming near
them.
Again united group standing against the row of
trees but very near to each other under dark sky decorated with frosty stars
and a crescent.
Seven friends, standing and talking only was not
possible, unexpected thing from that group.
A shop on the quiet street where men were
talking and laughing minutes before, formed clouds of idea of having cigarette
in the small mind of Abbas "Cigrette pene ka kya khayal hai!" (what
about having Cigrette ), with exclamation and amazement he exclaimed with stuck
eyes on shop which were filled with craziness and enjoyment.
"Cigrette", Imran sounded differently
and in pathetic manner.
"Waise bhi no one has ever had so have we
today?” Abbas's idea puzzeled Imran but it was likened by Kabir. His idea made
him to stand beside him and favored his idea.
"I am with you", tall heightened with
good features and hair, Farhan favored standing close to Fajahad.
The fountain of excitement and craziness was
switched on by his idea in the blood of Fajahad "yar, everyone is
ready", he favored standing beside his best friend looking Abbas with
excitement filled eyes.
"So..... Let's go", Kabir standing in
exact centre of the line was eager to have Cigarette and to have experience of
blowing out gases from mouth. They all had cigarette once in their life except
Fajahad.
The line was going or a group was stepping
forward to fulfill their craziest wish, under the dark blue sky on the quiet
street, had row of trees in middle.
Stone is always there to stop the completion of
task "Ek minute!"(One minute!), the words halted the steps of
everyone and made all six to look small heightened child resembled Essa,
"Which barmy will pay?", expressions expressing irritation and
annoyance came on the faces of all six "he is not less than any hurdle in
our fun", the murmuring of angry Kabir was loud enough he was very excited
because he never had it before. Actually he had twice in life time but still he
was excited.
"chal tu mat pay karna" (Okay you will
not pay), the angry smile of tall Imran while dabbing him was the way of
continuation stepping forward to the path where they never walked before with
friends.
Red small shop, like an inn was their point
where all seven wearing dark shirts and pants stopped.
"bhai saat cigrette dena" (give seven
cigrettes), the excited order given by Qasim on behalf of all while standing
with his close friends, quiet away from the inn.
"Saat nahi chay hain" (there are not
seven there are six), the statement travelled in the ears of Qasim, standing a
bit away from friends and bit near to shop.
"Kya?" (What?), the statement
travelled not so well in his ears.
"Samajh mein nahi aaya" (I don't
understand), asking him to repeat his statement indirectly while all six,
standing near the shop with their close
friends chatting after parking their bikes near the shop.
"Chay hain saat nahi" (there are six
not seven), the statement of him made him to feel unsuccessful. "Oh
no!", his exclamation made Imran to come and ask him "Kya hua"
(What happen).
"he has six", the statement made Imran
to ask five friends standing against the bikes which were parked in two rows,
three in right and four in left.
"Yar chay hain" (friends there are
six), Imran announced because he want solution.
"so what?", the words spoken by
Fajahad , stood straight from slant position with his friend "Me and
Farhan will share a Cigrette", his words satisfied everyone
"ok", "Do you have any problem, Farhan", he asked farhan,
standing near him, looking at him with questioned expressions.
"No, not at all” he replied, with folded
arms, looking not so excited. But not studious Kabir "Then you will get
AIDS, no one will come near to you", sentence irritated Fajahad.
"Oye! Fake doctor, mere saath saath ise bhi
hoye ga" (Oh! Fake doctor, he will
also get with me), Fajahad irritated so much, who was standing beside Kabir too.
"So do not take tension, he will live with me", he added, trying to
calm down him.
"Do you stay with me, Farhan?" he
asked dramatically, making fake benign expressions.
Farhan was not less dramatic than him “no no I
will stay with you in future even you will be AIDS patient", he dramatized,
said like a lover of any Indian movie. Essa, making pathetic expressions
"okay".
"Haan bhai chay de na" (okay give six),
Qasim agreed.
Two of seven, Qasim and Imran standing near the
shop, and others standing against the bikes which were parked in front of the
shop.
"First you than me, okay", Farhan,
standing beside Fajahad, suggested him.
Imran gave cigarettes to everyone except Farhan
because he was going to share with his friend.
"We are going to start at the same
time", before lighting the cigarette, Essa increased the excitement.
Everyone agreed cheerfully "that's a
brilliant idea!".
Before lightning the cigarette, Fajahad asked
"Yar have on your mouth until we both, me and Farhan have".
"Okay, All right", everyone favored.
"Tu pehle Phir main" (first you then
me), Fajahad standing in front of him against the bike asked him with cute
actions and smile.
He agreed.
Cigarettes on mouth, end of each was lightened.
Qasim standing near the shop, took out the lightened Cigrette from the
mouth "I 2 3 start!", he alerted.
He alerted and there the blowing out of gases
started.
Majority of them had first experience. The
feeling of taking out it was dancing in their body but they didn't take out because Fajahad was
left.
Farhan smoked for a half minute with calm
without any dancing feeling of taking it out as if he was he would have it
regularly.
"Give me yar" the gases coming out
from the cigarette excited him more to smoke. His excitement was immeasurable.
He took from his hand rapidly. White and brown lightened Cigrette which
he putted in the mouth with excitement and blew it with craziness for
the first time , was taken out by him within second, he blew firstly and great
bitter cough feeling came in his mouth which him he coughed out.
He was
coughing continuously and there his friends took out from their mouth and
smoking gradually. "Achoo achoo", was not stopped, it had been going
on for two minutes with bended back and
hand on mouth by 5.8 ft heightened Fajahad.
"Aray pani to de do yar" (Give me
water yar), continuously achoo! Achoo! Made him to shout for water.
The laughing six looked at him with chill
"Oh! Poor fellow", the words of Qasim bring the laugh again.
Farhan, so called husband for friends of him
walked to him while blowing the Cigrette, "Yar hota tou de dete" (we
would give you if we would have), he laughed and patted by bending himself.
They were not laughing because they didn’t care
about him, they were laughing because he couldn’t had more and he was so
excited to have, he wanted to have but the cough start when he blew for the
first time.
His heavy and great cough resulted the end of
the series of cough, ha ha ha.
He straightened and saw that his six friends
staring him, making funny expressions by tightening their lips which they want
to open and burst into laugh "Kya hua" (What happen), their
expressions puzzled him.
His puzzling opened their lips and finally they
burst into laugh.
"Why are you laughing?", their laugh
left him with question.
"you were crazy to smoke", Qasim who
was standing with other four on left and in front of him was laughing and that
us why he could not say properly "and when you smoked the rows of cough
began", Abbas completed, came forward.
"Haan yar" (oh yes!) he stood
comfortably and relaxedly against the bike of Farhan because he got tired
because of huge coughing. They all were behaving like drunk.
"tu bare aram se smoke kar raha hai"
(you are smoking with calm!), Farhan who was smoking without any cough like
others puzzled Essa.
"He has it usually", to put his
question Fajahad answered while panting lightly.
"Now I need to go home!", after
watching a time which was 12:30 he told them.
"Why", Farhan, smoking still asked
with sudden expressions "it is not too late" he completed his
sentence, gave his opinion.
"Tomorrow I have to go Moin Khan Academy
for competition", Fajahad standing in front of him informed him in Urdu.
"Oh!", he expressed.
"When will you stop taking part?” except
him and his best friend all chorused.
"Never!” coming on left side where his bike
was parked by him to start to go back, he laughed making cute expressions.
"You will win", Farhan standing near
him but in front still, predicted the result of tomorrow's race but he said not
so loudly that everyone could hear.
They were standing in front of each other but
philosophically they were standing most closely because the bond exist between
them was the strongest bond.
He went back to house and he was still standing with five
but the bond energy was same for each other still and it could not be changed
because that bond was not a common bond it was a special bond between two
friends and it would even they died.
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