I'm Fine

How are you?

I’m not fine. Everything around, keeps on talking about you all the time. Do you see that longest and fastest hand of clock? It takes one hour to move from one point to the other. I could never dare to sit on that sofa without you. I have been watching that Russian news channel for last one month, that you tuned unintentionally while leaving the room, in spite of failing to grasp even a single word of it. I haven’t sent pillow covers out for laundry, how could I? Those have your smell, the best smell in the universe. That curtain, you folded that night? Still remain unsullied. You loved the freshness of that single flower outside the window. Go there and delve into whole garden pervaded with the flowers of that kind. There is not a single day I didn’t take care of them, yet failed to make them look fresh. I have bought a new laptop. How could I let anyone touch the keyboard that you once used to type your name on my previous machine. 
Remember that blue coat with golden buttons, you said, suits me? There are ten more like that in my wardrobe. It was cold outside that night and you were sneezing. I had hard time finding a tissue that irritated you. I have a dozen of tissue boxes in that lower cabin now. I have complete collection of your favorite writer, Jane Austen. Even your hair, I found stuck in my headphones, is more talkative than you. Your hair clip and eyeliner, you put that night, are still placed here on the side table…

Hey mister, where you lost? I asked, how are you?

I am fine.

Miracle

I see you every single day. I don’t know why, but looking at you gives me a reason to stay alive. Looking at you and looking for you have become for me, a ritual. To perform this, I always remember what time you get into the university. I know the timing of your classes and rooms where they held

I always hated smoking, but now I am in love with it as it the only excuse to stay at the gate waiting for your appearance that is nothing less than a cardiologic relieve for me. You always set your scarf once you are out of the car, it is you do always or you do it for me.

I always have a pile of papers ready to be photo copied, as you can get into photo copy shop any time. I always pray that the photo copy machine takes 5 minutes per print but then I remember, being near to you for a single minutes passes like multiple live, how I would bear being there for many minutes.

I always have homemade lunch with me but I never take it out the bag. I always stand in the queue to buy me ready made lunch from the canteen as it provides me with couple of more minutes to be near you.

I am always late for Data Structure class, as this is the time you are sitting with your friends outside in the lawn. I remember each and every movement you make during that sitting. I always wonder why you place your little finger on your chin. I have always been wondering why your scarf slips down every two minutes.

I have always been waiting for your class to end, as it gives me another chance to get near to you. I always walk out of that main door behind you praying, we leave the boundary of the world together. I always notice that tiny smile at the corner of your lips. I assume, that is my reward, is it?

Once out of the door, I see you getting into your car and I leave for the bus stop. As I walk, the memories of your beautiful presence keep me enchanted. You are too pretty for a guy like me, but I have heard miracles do happen to the lovers.

One day, I’ll have enough courage to tell you what I feel for you. The day, the miracle would happen. 

Fantacy

She looked on the side table of her bad. Half burnt cigarette was still there in the ash trey. She couldn't throw it out in last 6 months. It always reminded her of the evening they were together at the same place.
She was lying on the bed with him. She gently placed her head on his shoulders. She was drowning in strange feelings as he held her hand. She was feeling his love seceretly dripping into her causing rhythmic tremors. He pulled her half over him. They drew their lips closer to each other, they were sharing the breathe. "Will you always love me with same intensity", she asked in a numb voice. "with exponentially increasing intensity", he replied promisingly.
"You will always find me on the front door waiting for you, my soul with my body belongs to you in this world and here after, no body will be allowed to explore and darw the edges of my body, no one will witness my smile, my body will never lay wrapped in any ones arms, but yours", she promised so many things that he even didn't ask for. Her promises were converting into tears coming out of
his eyes. He lit up a cigarette while leaving for the airport. She picked the cigarette and immersed her lips into his lips instead, asking for one last promise, "You will never smoke again". He held her tightly against him in his arms and said, "I'll never, I promise".
She picked the half left cigarette and pressed it hard between her lips. She couldn't differentiate if she was trying to smoke it, break it or kiss it.

               Does education really make people educated?

   Today, when I was sitting on my study table, suddenly a question raised up in my mind. "Does education really make people educated?" This is not a just question. It has a deep sad story in it. Does it really make our behaviours polite?

    When I was thinking about it , some incidents started circulating in my mind which happened  recently in our country. I wonder , what thing can provoke some highly educated young men to be so savage that they killed 45 innocent men , women and children in just few minutes. They killed those men whom they never knew , Whom they never talked, whom they never met in there life.

    I remembered the day of 16 December ,when beast in the disguise of man attacked Army Public School and made the record of barbarism that the world had never seen.

Now the question is, " Does any religion of world give the teachings of such barbarism?" Obviously the answer is big "NO". Then who are these people? They are the students of universities and Madrassas of our Pakistan. Don't you think that there is something wrong with our education system? Is it not true that our universities are just producing money machines? Our Madrassas are producing such new generation who cannot even tolerate the views of others.

Does our institutes are really educating people???

Best for the best

worst can happen
and its hatred,
best can happen
and its being loved,
why not to return
best for the best?