Perspective

When she had different perspective about........

Saturday morning

Farah: “Aaaaaa”

The two woke up suddenly from the bed looking at her and then each other, shrugging their shoulders and hands interrogatively.

Farah: (hesitating and stammering) “Tum dono ek dusray..ek dusray k..."
(You both together..each other…)

Farhan: “Ek dusray k? Agay?”
(With each other what? Then?)

Farah: “Ek dusray k kareeb so rahay thay”
(You were sleeping close to each other)

She said it quickly and hide her face.

The two jumped out and ran to her near the gate

Fajahad: "Tou!"
(So!)

Farah:"Tou kiya tou! Kuch sharam hoti hai Kuch haya hoti hai"
(So what so! There wiuld be some shyness and some respect! )

Fajahad: “We are best friends! Aur by the way tum hoti kaun ho bolne wali!!”
(We are best friends! And bythe way who are you to say!!)

He was coming near her.

Fajahad: “Apne dimagh ko bara karo. You are right Farhan.”
(Enlarge your brain. You are right, Farhan.)

Farah: “Farhan right? Farhan aisa kiya kaha tha?”
(Farhan, right? What did Farhan say?)

Fajahad: "Jo kaha tha bilkul sahi kaha tha big sis with little brain.”
“What he said, he was right big sis with little brain”

Farhan: “Pata hai kyun? Kyun k tumhara dimagh kamrey jitna hai”
(Do you know why? Because your brain is as small as this room)

Fajahad: “Aur humara asmaan jitna!”
(And our brain is as big as sky!)

Faraz: (came upstairs) "Kiya hua Farah? Kyun cheek rahi thi?”
(What happened Farah? Why you were shouting?)

The two looking at her animatedly and waiting for her answer

Farah: (initially hesitating) "Bhai yeh dono bohat..hmmm..kareeb..hmmm...thay"
(Bhai, both are…hmm..close..to each other)

Faraz: “Acha anyways, Nida tumhein neechay bula rahi hai.”
(Ok. Anyways Nida is calling you.)

Farah went downstairs.

Faraz: “Tum dono bhi neechay aa jao.”
(You both also come downstairs.)

Fajahad: “Bhai zoya bhi hai?”
(Bhai, Is Zoya also here?)

Faraz: “Nahi woh aaj nahi hai.”
(No, she is not here today.)

Fajahad: “Allah tera shukar! Shukranay k dou nafil parh k aata hoon.”
(Thank god! I am coming after offering two nafils of thankfulness.)

Faraz listened his words and walked downstairs.

 

The two walked downstairs.

Fajahad: "Array waah waah! Aaj tou bhai ne sandwhich maker walay cakes banaye hain!"
(Wow! Bhai has made sandwhich maker cakes today!)

Farhan: (sat next to him) "Faraz bhai khana bhi banatay hain, (laughed) aur koi larkiyon walay kaam bhi phir tou karte honge."
(Faraz bhai makes food!) laughed (He would then definitely do other female chores too!)

Fajahad: (while taking blueberry sauce and chocolate sauce) "Haan karte hain, kiya hai apna Faraz gentleman hai, gentleman. Aur gentleman k nazdeek saaray kaam barabar hotay hain. Kaamon ki division tou middle class ki paidawaar hai gentleman ki nahi"
(Yeah, he does. Actually our Faraz is gentleman. And every chore and every work is equal for gentleman. It is the middle class who laid the division of chores, not gentleman.)

He stopped. He was looking at him.

Farhan was looking down.

Fajahad: “Tu lay na. Yeh Faraz ki speciality hai. Bohat tasty banata hai. Issay main aur bhabbi yeh walay cakes farmaish par banwatay hain. Is k saath yeh chocolate sauce aur blueberry sauce zaroor try karna. Yeh dono sauce bhi bhai ne khud banai hai.”
(Have it, Farhan. It’s Faraz’s speciality. He makes very tasty cakes. Me and bhabbi often request him to bake it. Try this chocolate sauce and blueberry sauce too with it. He has made them by himself.)

Faraz came out of kitchen and sat beside Farhan.

Faraz: "Nida chai pass karna"
(Nida, pass me tea.)

Fajahad: "Thank you bhai for these cakes. Aap ne tou dil ki baat sun li"
(Thank you bhai, for cakes. You have literally listened my heart’s voice.)

Faraz: "sun na kiya tu ne bola tha raat ko k aaj yeh walay cake bana doon"
(What listening! You have asked me to bake them today.)

Fajahad: "Hain!! Main ne bola tha!"
(What! I asked for it!)

Faraz: "Haan, tu ne bola tha."
(Yeah. You asked for it.)

Fajahad: “Kab?”
(When?)

Faraz: “Raat ko, jab tu ghar wapis aaya tha.”
(At night, when you came back home.)

Fajahad: (thinking that at that time he was just wishing in his mind for having these cakes next day) “Haan Haan yaad aa gaya.”
(Yeah, yeah, I remembered.)

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Osman's place.

Farhan went at his home.

Fajahad at Osman's apartment.

But as he entered there was

Roller coaster of children, whizzing and busting in whole apartment.

And when they were playing carom their feet jumped on their laps and handing dusting the tokens away.

Fajahad: "Abay yaar!"
(Ohhh Gosh!!)

And the plan suddenly knocked at his brain.

And what he did

Fajahad: "Chalo bachon chalo wahan pe ek bara sa bolne aala teddy bear hai!"
(Come kids, come! There is big talking teddy bear in the room!)

Children: “Sachi!”
(Really!)

Fajahad: “Haan Haan sachi!”
(Yes! Yes! Truly!)

He put the little girl having two ponies on head down of his laps and ran with kids towards room at left side till door. And as the children entered in room full of toys and and TV, he locked the door and shouted

"Chalo saathyion game shru karo"
(Come on gangsters! Start the game!)

And the game began.

The match was going on smoothly and children inside either beating each other or banging the door with "kholo kholo"
(Open the door! Open the door!)

But Fajahad was

"Abay isay chor bari kar"
(Leave them! And have your turn!)

"Bari k bachay meri Behan k bachay hain wo in sub ko yahan meray hawalay kar k gai hai market! Hath pair toot gaye tou main zimaidaar hoon ga tu nahi"
(Mr turner! These are my sister’s children! She left them under my guidance here because she is gone for shopping! If their bones break to them then I would be responsible!)

"Nahi torein ge tu chill kar aur bari kar. Saqib tu fridge se Pepsi nikal"
(They won’t break their bones. Take a chill pill and play your turn. Saqib! Take out out Pepsi from fridge)

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"Aur yeh rani hui meri! Chalo jee main tou chala tum log khelo"
(And the Queen is mine! So I am now going! You all carry on!)

While walking towards and drinking Pepsi, he turned keeping the glass on stand and said "Bacho ko ab khol dey"
(And yeah! Now free the children!)

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Fajahad: "Hey Salman! Kaisa hai tu? Ab tabiyat kaisi hai?"
(Hey Salman! How are you? Are you well now?)

Salman: (trying to sit) “ab behtar hai.”
(It is now better.)

Fajahad: “khara mat ho. Leta rah.”
(Don’t try to sit. Keep lying.)

They both were looking at each other.

Fajahad: “Aaj kal dawai lay raha hai?”
(Are you taking medicines nowadays?)

Salman nodded.

Fajahad: “Kahan rakhta hai? Drawer mein kahan?”
(Where are they? In drawer or where?)

Salman: “Cupboard mein pari hain.”
(In cupboard.)

Fajahad: “Drawer mein rakha kar.”
(Keep it in drawer.)

Salman: “Mummy gets hurt when she see bundles of medicines in drawer of her very young later teenager son.”

Tears generated in his glands but being able to run backwards he forced the lachrymal back but his red wet eyes supported what he said

Fajahad: “Acha.” (He looked down to pull them back and when they pulled up he looked up) “tu Urdu mein bol na.”
(Okay, say it Urdu.)

Salman: “Mummy apni ankhon k samnay apne jawan betay ko marta hua nahi dekh sakti.”
(Mummy can’t see her young son dying in front of her eyes)

Fajahad: “is liye?”
(That’s why?)

Salman: “Unko takleef hoti jab bhi woh meray drawer mein bijaye CDs aur phone k dawaion ka dhair dekhti hain. Is liye main drawer ki jaga cupboard mein rakhta hoon.”
(She gets hurt whenever she sees in my drawer, instead of CDs and phones, piles of medicines. That’s why I keep them in cupboard, not in drawer. )

Each nerve of him was crying for him.

Salman: “Aaj kal mein kiya kaam hua hai?”
(What work is done in college nowadays?)

Fajahad: “kaam! Haan yeh raha. Sub fair kiya hua hai bus tu paste karlena apne register mein.”
(Work! Here it is! Everything is in fair. All you need to do is to stick them in notebook.)

Salman : “Thanks Fajahad. Thanks friend.”

Fajahad: “Thanks kiya Salman! Bus ab tu jaldi se theek ho ja and join us in college.”
(What thanks Salman! Now get well soon and join all of us in college.)

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After coming back after 1 AM, he was remembering Salman's words.

And thinking while looking at moon up from his window

"Kiya mummy ko Faraz bhai ko itni sari dawaion ko dekh kar takleef hoti hai?"
(Does Mummy feel pain when she see so any medicines of Faraz bhai?)

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There was staring on two joined hands and closed eyes at left and floor was meeting with drops.

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Next night

Fajahad: “Faraz bhai yeh kuch CVs hai. Aap dekh lee jeeyein ga.”
(Faraz bhai, these are some CVs. Have a look on them when you get time.)

He nodded while using laptop.

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"Sub applicants ko interview k liye call kardo"
(Call all applicants for interview)

"Din?"
(Day?)

"Aaj, Jab faarigh ho tou aa jana"
(Today. You also come when you are free.)

"Jee bhai"
(Okay bhai.)

 

She ran behind him and shouted "Fajahad" when she tired of running.

Fajahad: “Jee”
(Yes)

And she hugged him and said “Thank you Fajahad! Thank you so much”

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And he was looking at him who was looking from paper to wall and moving his hands to tell and in the end he left with "theek hai, ok kardo" (Okay. Nod to all of them.)

And walked away.

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Ali and Marium

Marium: (while applying lotion on hands) "Ali, tum ne naukri ka kuch socha?"
(Ali! What are your plans about job and work?)

Ali: (chatting with his friends) “Naukri nahi, business karoon ga main”
(Not job, I will do business.)

Marium: (turned to look at him) "Tou business ka kuch socha?"
(So what are your plans about business? )

Ali: (busy in phone) “haan..nahi, main ne abhi kuch nahi socha”
(Yeah…I have not give it a thought right now)

Marium: “Tou phir kab socho gay?”
(So, when will you think about it?)

Ali: “kiya?”
(What?)

Marium: “Business aur kiya!”
(About business, of course!)

Ali: “Tumhein itni jaldi kyun hai?”
(Why are you in so hurry about it?)

Marium: “Kyun k main tumhari biwi hoon ! Tum kama k khilao mujhe mera khayal rakho yeh acha hai. Main chahti hoon k tum apne balbootay par kuch karo na k apne baap k business ko agay barhao. Takay mujhay fakhar tou ho k meray nakhre mera shohar directly indirectly utha raha hai na k meray susar sahab.”
(Because I am your wife. It is your responsibility to take of me.I want you to do something on your foot by yourseleves instead of taking your father’s company. I will be proud of you if you would spend your money on me, not my father-in-law. )

Ali: “But...tum yahan baithao”
(But…you sit here)

Marium (after sitting): “Haan bolo”
(Yes say)

Ali: “I am not that intelligent to build business by myself”

Marium: Ali! You are that intelligent! Kis ne kaha hai yeh tumse yeh sub?”
(Ali! You are that intelligent! Who said you all of this?)

Ali: “Kisi ne nahi, I just felt that.”
(No one, I just felt that.)

Marium: “Nahi ali tum jhoot keh rahay ho. Aisa kuch nahi. Bhool jao jis jis ne kuch ulta seedha kaha hai because you are that intelligent!”
(No Ali you are lying. Nothing is like that. Forget what everyone have said because you are that intelligent!)

Ali: “Agar main intelligent hoon tou phir kyun papa meri jagah fajahad ko factory mein agay agay rakhtay hain?”
(If I am that intelligent then why Papa prefer always Fajahad over me regarding factory? Why he keeps him in front in factory not me?)

Marium: “Kyun k Ali tum ne kabhi interest hi nahi liya. Aur Fajahad ne interest lia. Tum ne kabhi dining table pe factory ka aaj tak nahi poocha aur woh hafta bhar factory ka poochta rehta hai, dou din yahan aata hisab kitab batanay k liye aur wahan teen din jata hai. Tum ne tou aisa kuch nahi kiya. Jab karte tou yeah sawal uthta par abhi nahi uth sakta.”
(Because Ali you have never taken interest in it. And Fajahad has taken interest in it. You have never even talked about factory, even on dining table too. And he, all the week talks about it. He comes here two days a week to give every detail about accounts of it and goes there three days a week. And you have done nothing like this. This question could be raised when you would have done something but you have done nothing.)

Ali: “Par to start your own business is very difficult.”
(But it is very difficult to start your own business)

Marium: “Par usi mein fakhar hai!”
(So pride is also in it!)

 

They were getting ready to sleep.

Marium: (laid down, she looked at him and then away and thinking) “Kuch tou garbar.......
(Something is wrong………)