Feel the difference!

Translation:

You praise (your beloved’s) beautiful tresses, I speak about the untidy hair (of the poor);

You listen to the (the sweet) songs of Cuckoo, I hear many children moaning because of hunger!

I believe, like Keats, that Poetry cannot be translated; if translated, it loses its essential beauty. So, in order to understand, and enjoy, poetry, we must learn that language.

I know not what ‘artificiality’ is…

How’s this one? Went for a ‘photo-shoot’ with friends and grabbed a snap of this guy. Cant u see his ‘natural’ expressions.. so pure!

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Ah, come again, please? What? U need the complete pic?

I mean, really?

What if …!?

What if you slept?
And what if,
In your sleep
You dreamed?
And what if,
In your dream,
You went to Heaven
And there plucked
A strange and
Beautiful flower?
And what if,
When you awoke,
You had the flower
In your hand?

Ah… what then?

by S T Coleridge

Map of Johi (Dadu) — my hometown!

Following is the map of Johi (Dadu), my hometown. I love it … I’m extremely emotionally attached to it.. Especially when I’m in a cruel city like Karachi, I miss peace and harmony and life free from every type of fear — of bombs, cell snatching, firing, and all!

Had I not been in pursuit of a career, I would have spent my entire life there enjoying life comparatively closer to nature..

I miss many things related to JOHI.. my friends, my parents, other simple people who are also special not that they’ve remained a part of my life, but, because they live in Johi.. I’ve always reminisced about my care-free school days and charming college life with people here.. Somtimes I feel like running to go to Johi and, at least, get a glimpse of my beloved town!!

We, the Sindhi people, are truly emotional about people who are somehow attached to us and about our land, in particular, and our desh, our Sindh, in general..

This reminds one of Shah’s lines:

”سڄڻ ۽ ساڻيهه، ڪنهن اڻاسيءَ وسرن،

حيف تنينءَ کي هوءِ، وطن جن وساريو!“