
Found a notebook among the junk which is being given to the
kabaa∂iaa.
It contained some pieces from my days at Government College (Lahore). They have now been rescued and hidden in a special new junk collection place in the house. (I hope Nuzhat is not reading this post!)
This is what I discovered of my
bachpan kee ghalat-kaariyaañ:
English: 3 Limericks (one unrepeatable at any cost); several angst-ridden entries; 12 pages of abandoned attempts to write short stories which had started developing into either corny or horny writing; a diatribe against the college-election politics of Khalid S. Butt (when he stood aginst Kamal Azfar); a page of
Tom Swifties ... Anyone remember those?
Art (er, not!): A drawing of a
tinda ... or was it a
shaljam? (we were served one or the other far too frequently) followed by some words expressing the desire to give it back to the cook ... with gruesome details about
how!
Urdu: 2
Ghazals, 1
Hazal, 1
qit'ah:
nah ham-khayaal haé koee, na ham-zübaañ koee,
ajab qabeelah haé, ham jis meñ aaj rahtay haeñ;
dimaagh aur kaheeñ haé, to dil kisee jaa haé,
takallüfan isay ham phir bhi ghar to kahtay haéñ
- the quadrangle (1957) -
and oodles of
(Price-less) droodles (yet another popular activity at the time).
WAAH!
ReplyDeleteI have half a mind to call you up at the highlighted number to congratulate you for the excellent poetry, but shall settle for posting this comment, at least for the moment.
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number's been removed (no idea how it got in) ... but if you copied it down, feel free to call :-)
ReplyDeleteI haven't copied it and sincerely hope that no unsavoury elements have either.
ReplyDeleteIf you posted this blog entry via email, then Blogger.Com probably felt obliged to include the 'signature' part of the email, as well. That appears to be the most likely explanation to me.
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