an old story

Discussion in 'Stories and Anecdotes' started by abu nibras, Dec 22, 2010.

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  1. abu nibras

    abu nibras Staff Member

    jaza.o.sazaa ab tijarat hai sahib
    hunar choRiye sirf bazaar chaliye

    jo apnouN ki ulfat se wehshat ho dil ko
    sar.e.daar phir soo.e.aghyaar chaliye

    yahan hai waba.e.muqaatil ka dhoka
    hai dushwaar timaar.e.beemar chaliye

    palat ke kyun divar.o.dar dekhte hain
    yahan kuch nahin mere sarkar chaliye
    Last edited: Dec 23, 2010
  2. abu nibras

    abu nibras Staff Member

    asif bhai as sayyidi abu Hasan said -abctajpu
  3. abu Hasan

    abu Hasan Administrator

    @asif: see here.


    bhari bazm meiN raaz ki baat kah di
    bada bey adab huN sazaa chahta huN
    Last edited: Dec 22, 2010
  4. Aqdas

    Aqdas Staff Member

  5. on a more prosaic note sidi abu nibras which software package do u use to make the diacritic marks like the dot on top of the g for ghalib and the bars over the a etc.?
  6. this has become a mushaira!
  7. abu nibras

    abu nibras Staff Member

    banā kar faqīroN ka ham bhes ġhālib
    tamāshā.e.ahl.e.karam dekhte haiN
  8. abu Hasan

    abu Hasan Administrator

    gayi woh baat kih ho guftagu to kyuNkar ho
    kahe se kuch na huaa phir kaho to kyuNkar ho
  9. Qumri kaf-e-khaakistar u bulbul qafas-e-rang
    Ay naala, nishaan-e-jigar sokhta kiya hai? ...
    - Ghalib
  10. abu Hasan

    abu Hasan Administrator

    hai har ik unkey isharey meiN nishaaN aur
    kartey haiN maHabbat to guzartaa hai gumaaN aur
    Last edited: Dec 21, 2010
  11. abu Hasan

    abu Hasan Administrator

    i happened to recall a story my late grandmother used to tell.

    in the olden days, people were a close-knit community and particularly in villages, the whole village was one family. everybody knew about or cared for what went on in everybody else's house.

    one day, an old you know some old wives in those days were talkative, and had nothing better to do, so they visit many houses, picking stories, sharing some, adding some spice to picked up stories, etc.

    so the old woman went to a house and found the lady of the house cooking fowl. in those days, people ate fowl or meat on special occasions - and if something special was being cooked, everyone would be intrigued: 'hey what's going on?'

    so the lady of the house, was a little embarrassed with the unexpected visitor - nevertheless, invited her and they had lunch. as you know, in those days, it was dishonorable to not invite a guest to lunch - even if they came uninvited. after lunch, the lady quietly and hesitatingly told the old woman to not tell anyone that she had lunch in this house and that she had fowl for lunch.

    the old woman said: 'oh, yes. of course.'

    and off she went. it was asr time already, and as you know, in villages, old men and others would sit outside the masjid, chatting until maghrib. so the old lady was passing the masjid and addressing some old men said loudly:

    "my good sir, umm zayd stole a fowl and cooked it. she ate it, and then she made me eat it too. then she says, 'don't tell this to anyone.' pray, why would i tell it to anyone, even if she has stolen a fowl and cooked it?"
    Last edited: Dec 21, 2010

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