It’s Always Later Than Sooner…

in relating to them around me.

A month or so ago, I missed the call when it came. Coming from a distant suburb, he wanted to know if I was home and he could drop in. ‘Never mind, I’ll make it next time I’m in those parts,’ he promised.

Well,,,it didn’t happen. Unknown to me, a week back he had suddenly passed away leaving me waiting still for his call and visit.

J was in my school, in my class and a bench-mate for years. Once out of school, we were in touch off and on. Never really got to spend time together. He was busy climbing the corporate ladder scaling one peak after another along the way while I was going gray in my grind. But when we met, we always picked up the threads like it was yesterday.

It was a few years ago when J came down to my place last. And spent time engaging my mother, an old lady not in best of health. Seeing my house in a mess on that occasion, this generous soul spontaneously offered to help me financially and with a paid assignment, entirely unsolicited.

Regrettably this is not the first time fate dealt a vicious kick when least expected. ‘Better sooner than later’ seems to be a lesson never learnt in the school of life.

Well…I’m no Munir Niazi to say it exactly as it feels, as only he can in so few words:

हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं / मुनीर नियाज़ी
1923 – 2006, Lahore, Pakistan

ज़रूरी बात कहनी हो 
कोई वादा निभाना हो 
उसे आवाज़ देनी हो 
उसे वापस बुलाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं

मदद करनी हो उसकी 
यार का धाढ़स बंधाना हो 
बहुत देरीना[1] रास्तों पर 
किसी से मिलने जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

बदलते मौसमों की सैर में 
दिल को लगाना हो 
किसी को याद रखना हो 
किसी को भूल जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

किसी को मौत से पहले 
किसी ग़म से बचाना हो 
हक़ीक़त और थी कुछ 
उस को जा के ये बताना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

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Source: http://kavitakosh.org/kk/ and clip from Gul Advani

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If You Don’t Laugh Aloud Seeing This…

 

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Source: Thanks to Gul Advani on FB.

 

We Grew Up…

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Somewhere between
“8 toffees for 1 rupee”
and
“1 toffee for 8 rupees”,
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“Ground mein aaja” <“Come to the playground”>
and
“Online aaja”, <“Come online”>
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“stealing chocolate of our sister”
and
“buying chocolate for her children”,
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“Just five more mins, Mummy”
and
“pressing the snooze button”,
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“crying out loud just to get what we want”
and
“holding our tears when we are broken inside”,
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“I want to grow up”
and
“I want to be a child again”,
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“Lets meet and plan”
and
“Lets plan and meet”,
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“Yes, Mom, haven’t forgotten the lunch-box”
and
“Mom, the pills are still on the table”,
we grew up!

Somewhere between
“being afraid of our parents”
and
“praying for our parents”
we finally grew up!

And one day we realize…well, here we’re…

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Source: facebook.com/gul.advani.9 and image from soundcloud.com