A person looking at the world through red coloured lens would describe the world as red. This would be also the case if another person wears different coloured lens except that the overwhelming colour would be different this time. Continue with reading
It has been over a year that I have known him. He is about above average height, wears a traditional beard, and displays a slightly bulging belly that doesn’t suit his ripe 24 years of age. The first impression is of an ordinary personality except for his playful smile and his knack for cracking jokes. But that doesn’t mean he is ordinary.
She is a bespectacled, studious looking professor with an aura of a headstrong woman which many of her students find intimidating initially. In reality, she is a sweet and kind at heart teacher whose concern for her students gradually manifests itself rather involuntarily. Continue with reading
Fazal Din did not like the way Nasir Ali looked at his 6 years old little girl. He knew how men looked at girls; he used to do it once too. But he saw something odd in Nasir Ali’s gaze; there was something peculiar. He thought maybe because his daughter was a child he found that gaze rather odd, but he was hardly convinced. Continue with reading
I always told her she was actually in love with a ghost. She used to laugh crazily, and told me “yes, you are no less than a ghost”.
I told her, “look, it’s true that I care a lot about you, but so many years have passed, we have both changed and so has life, you should now forget that once we almost got romantic.”
But she never listened, she was a very stubborn woman. Continue with reading
The interview will appear in the March issue of Socialist Factor; a Lucknow, India based monthly magazine on democratic socialism and social justice.
I asked him, “Who are you?”
He grinned lifting his heavy eyebrows, and stared at my face while he took a puff of Gold Leaf, and replied in a deep slow voice, “I am greed, I am lust, I am desperate, call me whatever you want, but I am no human”. Continue with reading
The other day in our Public Finance class we were analysing the annual financial statements of the Pakistan International Airlines (PIA) that a thought struck me. The thought made me giggle and my imagination floated my mind away from the seminar discussion which I regretted greatly afterwards. Continue with reading