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Acknowledgements

I am thankful to my teachers Dr. Shahid and Sir Umar Anjum. My Family especially my brothers and my cousin. My friends Kaleem, Sherry, Zain, Ahsan, Waqas, Nabeel, Beenish, Anum and Madiha. Who helped me complete this book, without whom this would not have been possible

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Preface..6 Who am I?.......................................................................11 Description of Picture.14 What is creativity?...........................................................17 A Place I would want to visit again18 I Black.19 Two creative aspects of the movie ratatouille22 Two Movies.....26 Jamie...29 Three things my parents embarrass me about..31 Apology Letter32 Letter to Myself (rejected)...36 Mr. Symthe, Killer and Spike ....39 Ithaca......41 My interpretation of Ithaca...42 My Ongabonga Cave.44 Haiku.....45 Three reasons a ghost might haunt your house......46 Why sunsets and waterfalls are considered romantic?.........................................................................47 Make Ads.........48 Toba Teksingh Characterization.51 Group Stories..53 What I saw and what I thought of what I saw...58 Poem-traffic signs...61 Robbery...62 An Artists Room.....64 Short story: Migration from India66

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The hardest I have ever had to do.72 A Meeting with President Obama..73 Autobiography76 Write about someone you normally see but not often talk.80 A dude in cowboy hat81 Rickshaw Slogans.82 The Fountain of youth.83 Quest for beauty...84 Imagine a pair of shoes...86 Mega Dance Collection...87 I will always return..88 The Story: Carapace ..89 Improvised ending..91 Play92

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Preface
Creativity When I imagine this word, an old story which I read in magazine years ago, comes to my head. Once a painting competition for the depiction of happiness was held in some place, three best pictures were selected; one was of an innocent smiling face, such that after looking at it the other cant stop from letting the smile spread on his own face. The second was of a beautiful house with children playing happily outside and the third which won the competition was of an intense storm with a small nest of a sparrow feeding her children on a tree and her children are jumping happily to get the food from the mothers beak. The judge while explaining the judgment said that every depiction was unique but the idea of the painter of the winning painting was undoubtedly remarkable because depiction of a feeling is the hardest thing one can paint on a canvas and it could not have been painted in a

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much better way, because happiness is not about smiling and enjoying its about inner satisfaction which we can even experience in the toughest of times. For me to be creative is to be simple and still being able to explain the toughest things or creativity is associating unusual things with each other and finding similarities between them. It is about imagining things which others cannot. Leonardo da Vinci painted a helicopter 415 years before its invention. Creativity is the beauty of the human world. We humans cherish the world gifted to us by our creativity and imagination. It is due to that we have reached to this level. Da Vinci imagines a plane in 1488 and after 415 years in 1903 it is constructed. It is the magic of imagination and innovative thinking. The time before I took the course of creative writing, my brain was hard wired with the concept that creativity is inborn but after I took the course I realized that ever human can be creative by practice and applying different techniques. Neurologists explain that creative innovation requires a communication between regions of brain that are not strongly connected. My Professor, Sir Shahid Siddique helped me realize my own abilities. I remember my first class with him when everyone was arguing the point that how can anyone become creative. All he said was to have patience and

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ask the same question to ourselves at the end of the course. We drew a unique flower with three petals and on each petal we were to write our name our favourite book and our favourite dish. I never understood the purpose behind it, but now I see it clearly, our professor wanted to convey the subtle message that every individual in that class was unique just like his flower. According to the cofounders of NLP Richard Bandler and John Grinder those messages which the brain receives sublimely are more effective than those conveyed directly. It is strange but true. I think that human brains are more like the concept showed in the movie The Horse Whisperer according to which you always approach a horse from the sides or from the back but never from front, unless you dont want to scare it away. The course polished my creative skills and I am thankful to my Professor and T.A. It helped me to think out of the box and has made me a good decision maker. I take into account those things which I normally never considered. I know it will help me in my future life. Now I like coming to college or anywhere by finding out new routes. I like dressing up by closing my eyes or writing with my other hand. These small things expand my brain thinking and always remind me of doing things in an unusual manner.

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I have written many writings to include in this book most of the writings comprise of my in class assignment which I did by the help of my teacher. I have included a writing in which I used a picture as a stimulus and imagined things about the picture which were not included in it. I imagined myself to be a cloud which is watching the whole adventure taking place on earth. It was a relaxing experience to float as a cloud. If you first observe and feel things as if they are real before writing them then not much hard work is needed to jot it down on a piece of paper without even thinking the pen construct words and those words construct images. Imagining with feelings is the most ravishing tool for creative writing. Creativity is all about playing with your imaginations and all of your senses and observing things. The play that is included in the book is the depiction of all of these abilities. I could never have imagined that I can write a poem or a haiku but one can never realize his ability to write unless he holds a pen to give it a try. He requires immense courage to let his creativity float on paper and even greater courage to let the world know about his imaginations, because people do reject your ideas because they are unacceptable for them or we can say too big of an imagination that they can absorb. People rejected and tortured Galileo for

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telling that the earth was round, but it was owing to his unique and creative imagination that the world discovered, the world was round. I improved my observation skills by first observing an individual and then writing the minor details about him. This book contains many observational writings. When one observe things from the perspective of writing with creativity the entire meaning of observation change. We can see things even which cannot be observed from a naked eye. Overall this course took me to a greater realization of myself and I am very thankful to my instructor and institute.

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Who am I?
Who am I? It is the most troublesome question that I came across in my life. All I know at this time is, when I was born my family gifted me with the name of Uzair, and my journey of life started with cherished love of my parents especially my mother. She taught me the meaning of life i.e. being human is to be humane. So May be there is a little part of humanity inside. Or maybe my inside is full of hatred? The world outside: planted more hatred than kindness. First, when it treated me bad I treated it good then it penalized, tortured and teased even more. Hence, I changed the rules I hated those who hated me, I loved those who loved me. Sometimes even the loved ones were loathed from my inner self. Perhaps I can infer; my inner self is filled with inhumanity? Or perhaps not? My two brothers are the median of my life. We grew up sharing everything. When I opened my eyes I already had a friend who was always there when I needed him. My elder brother taught me how to live life to the fullest. He gave me confidence and the hope of achieving anything that one can think of, and by looking at my younger brother I realized the feeling of being responsible. Although, I have denied this responsibility most of the time, but soon I took it and took it

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responsibly. My parents are those who taught me to fight with failures, if there is something that I always have in me that is courage. No matter how many times I choke collapse or fall through, it takes time but I always find my way to realize it. When one is asked about who is he? The initial thing that comes to mind is his likes and dislikes. He thinks about what he wants and what he doesnt. I have more wishes about what kind of things I should not be having than what I should be. Perhaps, it is human nature to disrelish what he already has, than to be thankful about it. Or perhaps it is who I am? An unthankful person, or Perhaps not! Because there is one thing I always thank for is for having a beautiful family. So that makes me a thankful human but maybe not enough. I do have the greatest passion in my life to be an influential politician, the one who has that charisma and charm that our Prophet (P.B.U.H) had, Mr. Jinnah had, Winston Churchill had, Mao, Nelson and J.F Kennedy had, that the world will look up to one day and follow. It is the enthusiasm that I discovered in my personality a long time ago. So from this I can sum up, maybe I am an ambitious person? Or perhaps not. Because most of the times I achieved those things that I always

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desired and marveled for but with time the passion for them disappeared. Sometime one learns the most basic lesson by bitter experiences. When I was in school, once a new teacher started teaching us and I didnt like her much. So I played a prank. It was pretty insulting and humiliating for her. Owing to the fact that she knew I did it she never told my name to the management, instead after that incident she came to me and said that respect is something a teacher has to earn herself and she was sorry that she couldnt earn mine. I felt guilty about my act. The next day I filled her office with so many flowers that she had to throw a few away to make room for her. Perhaps the game of life runs this way or maybe I am the only one left to understand the most basic lessons after intentionally doing them wrong. To be honest I dont know. In summarizing, it is a question for which I only have confusing and incomplete answers. One who already has found the answers about his inner personality must be an accomplished man, a successful person. May be it is a journey I yet have to accomplish or perhaps I will keep on frisking.

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Use the picture below as a stimulus and write on what do you think about it or what does this picture reminds you of.

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Description of Picture
In the picture I am that cloud above on the left side. The arm like formation of the cloud is my arm. While sitting idle on that day and thinking about making it rain. On the south side there were people who came for camping there. It was a famous spot for camping in Spain and I always enjoyed watching them, but on that day people who came there were pretty dull. It seemed like they were not there to enjoy but to mourn. Some were lying on the grass, cleaning up their nose and looking to the sky may be thinking of taking a bath and doing a favour to the world. There was this cute little child running in circles on the field a woman was awed by his innocence she blocked his way and picked him up. The child got pissed he slapped the woman on the face, the woman looked around if someone was watching, she lowered him down as quickly as she picked him and the child started running again. It was at this time that a guy took his bike out from his camp and stared doing his bike stunts and captured everyones attention. Right after this picture was taken he fell from the bike and broke his left toe

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and a tooth. An ambulance came and carried the guy away. The enthusiasm vanished. People went back to their routine and the child started running again.

What is creativity?

Creativity is being able to describe the complex things with simplicity

Creative ability is to provide something new through imaginative skills

Creativity

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characterized

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originality

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expressiveness; imaginative or having the ability or power to create.

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A Place I would want to visit again

I imagined myself standing by a lake. The water is slowly touching my feet. Its cold outside; wind is blowing and touching my body with a caressing touch and whispering in my ear to fly with it. The sedative wind is freezing my senses with cold and moisture present in it. Summer is close and the snow is melting from the mountains, fresh green grass is visible. There are stones and pebbles all around my feet and the marvelous lake is hidden in the centre of white and brownish mountains. My head is filled with the smell of mint grass. The warmth of sun is relaxing.

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Though I do not remember what place is it, its stored in my unconscious mind may be i went there when I was young or its just an imagination, but indeed a beautiful one.

I Black

This poem was nominated by the UN as the best poem of 2006 Written by an African Kid

When I born, I black When I grow up, I black When I go in Sun, I black When I scared, I black When I sick, I black And when I die, I still black

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And you white fellow When you born, you pink When you grow up, you white When you go in sun, you red When you cold, you blue When you scared, you yellow When you sick, you green And when you die, you gray And you calling me colored ??

This poem I Black has been written by an African child in 2006 and it was nominated by United Nations as the best poem of the year. The poem beautifully depicts the innocence of a child and also expresses his pain and greaves for the biased world. Though the poem does not follow the rules and boundaries that the world has set, but it still is a master piece.

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The child tells the story of his life in these few lines and the truth faced by all the blacks in the world. This racial discrimination has become one of the major causes of disputes between the whites and the blacks. The white people taunt them to be coloured whereas it is not true, the truth lays in the fact that all this discrimination which results in deteriorating situations and chaos is just an inferior state of mind. Believing in a fact that all human beings are equal and share all the social, economical political and in short all the human rights equally. The propinquity of reaching the worse conditions is very likely if things are to be considered in the same notation. In this poem the child has excessively used metaphors termed I Black and he has also depicted the situation of a helpless person by calling him black and the others as the coloured ones. The different harsh realities of life that black have to bear are beautifully quoted by metaphors using colourless

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 Two creative aspects of the movie ratatouille

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Ratatouille

Ratatouille is a captivating and tempting movie. Captivating because it employs its considerable technical attainments towards the creation of a pleasing world; tempting because it brings us to suspend

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disbelief in a way that makes us vulnerable to the story of challenging conventions. The characterization and the story line of the movie are extremely creative. Most of all is the character of Remy a young rat who lives somewhere in the France and develops a passion for fine cooking. Raised by garbage-eaters, he is drawn toward a more exalted notion of food by the sensitivity of his own palate and by the example of Auguste Gusteau, a famous chef who insists that anyone can cook. And secondly the food critic Anton Ego, the writer behind the food critic, Anton Ego, uses a turn of phrase and some self-analysis of a critics role that is both touching and enlightening.

The devil is in the details. From the tap-tap of raindrops on dead leaves accompanying the opening shot to the toothpaste cap serving as a goblet in a ratsonly wine bar, every shot in Ratatouille is rich with layered details of color, sound, and production design. The digital Paris on display here feels less like an invented world than a discovered onethe kitchen at Remys restaurant looks and sounds like a real high-end kitchen, complete with bronze cookware and a multiethnic staff. The story is also very imaginative and creative. When we first meet Remy, hes in the process of

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convincing his rat brethren that its a waste to eat garbage; as proof he adds a fresh mushroom to a pilfered bit of cheese, garnishes it with a sprig of rosemary, and toasts it with a lightning bolt. After being separated from his (literal) junk-food loving family, Remy finds himself zipping along through the sewers beneath a famous Paris restaurant. Following his nose, he pops up in the kitchen just in time to toss a few spices into a soup, turning it into a culinary masterpiece, and earning raves from a food critic. By a series of bizarre circumstances, Remy ends up directing human avatar Linguine, a former garbage boy, and transforming the restaurant into the hottest dinner spot in France. In the movie there is a strong scent of silent comedy it carries. Early on, the film stops for fifteen minutes for a chase scene as Remy scampers through a restaurant, attempting to avoid detection. He flies under cookware, from one cart to another, flips through wall pipes, uses spatulas and kitchen knives as diving boards and walkways. The effect is less like the frenetic set pieces of modern action movies, and more like the kind of nimble, boundlessly inventive chase sequences in old pictures. Unlike the irritating wink-wink, nudge-nudge silliness of Shrek, the comedy here derives from visual gags, from the well timed wink to the innocent

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expression, from the sad slope of a Remys shoulders to the heart pounding beneath his silvery-blue fur. It is indeed a very creative work like a child himself has written the story.

Two Movies Law Abiding Citizen

Law abiding citizen is yet another movie which

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astonishingly elucidates how certain events can change one's life, how things bring about a point when a person brings from within a genius. The most intrinsic and creative part of the movie were the mastermind plans, which the lead actor comes up with. The theme of the movie delineates same clich point, when there is a will there is a way, but in a completely mind blowing idea. According to me this movie promotes an idea that when a person puts his 100% effort to do something, he eventually ends up achieving what he desires to achieve. Although the actor, Gerard Buttle, was trapped behind the bars; he still managed to hit the right target. The story is a fabulous portrait of how genius minds work. According to the critiques the movie is considered unethical to some extent as it delineates destructive plans which a person can come up with. However, as a matter of fact the most creative part of the movie was coming with all the plans. The lead actor plans for years and years to avenge his family; finally he gets a chance to do that and that too by staying behind the bars. This was the most appealing part of the movie, that when the world thinks you can't do anything, you prove that the world is wrong. Being jailed was part of the plan, which in a bizarre way helped the actor to do what he planned to without being punished for it. The line says it all "How can you stop someone who is already behind the bars." According to

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me, the movie promotes how far one can go if one uses his mind and how absolutely genius mind works.

Avatar
In addition to that Avatar is one of the most creative and imaginative movies that were ever made. There is a creation of whole new world in it and the concept is also impressive the way James Cameron came up with to control the Avatars and the making of the whole Pandora world and the species living there. Everything is unique and special at Pandora and the inhabitants can interact with their surrounding world by mating with the nature. Every tree; every creature can mate with the Navi tribe. No doubt that Harry Potter was also very creative in this regard but Avatar gets 5 stars in terms of a movie. The animations are realistic and the alien world is depicted in such a way that it makes your mind to believe in it. Your emotions run with the Navi tribe throughout the movie. The actors have done a marvelous job especially in the case of Sam Worthington who controlled the Avatar of Jake Sully. He expressed his emotions as a human and as well as Jake Sully by recording his daily blogs, which also helped the viewers to grasp the gist of the movie in a much better way. It is not only the actors but in fact the characterization is unique. As Dr. Grace

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who was a scientist and doing research on the Pandora helped explain in detail the world aliens belonged to. The cruel Colonel Miles, his tragedies and bad experiences on Pandora which made him even more emotionless towards the local specie of Pandora and how Jake Sully decides to double cross him so that he can spend more time with Navi tribe or to enjoy his legs for a longer time. There is no doubt that James Cameron has created another master piece after Titanic. It surely is the work of a genius.

Jamie
Jamies character was most interesting to me because it was full of life, ambitions and simplicity. The girl lived her life to the fullest owing to the fact that she

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was socially cornered due to her odd dressing style, the same old sweater, the way she gave everybody moral lectures and always tried to help people she didnt even know. Most of the time people live without any ambition or mean, but Jamie had a list of things to do before she died to make her life complete and meaningful. She had leukemia but this fact didnt stop her from living her life. Her heart accepted this fact, for her life was about living for others and accepting things as God has planned for humans because he is the all knowing. After all these tragedies and social rejection she kept the courage to keep her own unique identity. Then Landon came into her life asking for help and she accepted to do it because of her moral believes. Landon was also not interested in her either but as he starts to spend most of his time with her rehearsing his play dialogues. He realizes that Jamie was not an ordinary girl, in fact a must better human than him, who has her own world. A girl who likes watching stars through telescope in the graveyard at night. Who is always doing something good and meaningful for others by teaching children in her free time, Gradually Landon gets so much dragged into her world and her simplicity that he develops feelings for her.

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Though Jamie tries to stop herself but her brain was in conflict with her heart and with time they fall for each other. It is then at the peak of their relation Jamie had the courage to tell Landon about her acute condition of cancer. Jamies character is a representation of a complete human. There is no doubt that only a person with pure hearth can sketch this kind of character with so much precision and detail.

Three things my parents embarrass me about

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1. My parents embarrass me when any relative or a friend comes to meet after a long time and my dad start discussing things about my childhood. When I used to eat insects and how he had to work so hard to do insect killing sprays and adopt many desi totkays to remove the insect supply from the root.

2. They embarrass me when I am trying to be smart and giving my own suggestions trying to prove that I am grown up but instead I am forced to realize that I am still a child for them.

3. When I am sitting with my friends at home and they scold me for something that I had done wrong in the past.

Apology Letter

Dear Me,

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Writing to you is different and difficult. Why? Because of the simple fact that you know a lot of me, most of me, in fact all of me and this snatches away the advantage of lying from me and pushes me to a corner, where I have to be honest. Ergo before I proceed on with it, here is a warning for a heads up, this letter would be difficult. I often tell myself that I have no regrets. I smile and joke around. Live and let live yet as it is with every human being, reality soon hits you. It hit me like a 16wheeler today for as I sat down what to jot down for this letter, I realized that I did indeed have regrets. It was today that I realized that I had been living in a fools paradise ever since and today I had to come to reality to all that. Thus here it goes the honest letter that talks about regrets. Regrets are often misinterpreted. I believe regrets are not weakness yet they are not strengths either! Regrets must not be kept is what a quote from any book would remind you yet as it is with the case of all quotes, they are mostly irrational. I believe though regrets must be discouraged but they always exist, haunting the arched gallows of one memories. I can hear it raging through my brain today with anguish it had chosen to keep to itself. Today I see that regrets are there Always there.

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Id always planned to become an engineer yet time played its magic and here I am, in a business school. Its funny how fate works. I personally believe that it is seeing this that one realizes the existence of God. One makes many plans yet when it comes to fulfilling them; he is but hopeless in front of the will of the Almighty. We call it games; some call it pre-destination while I call it reality. Life doesnt shape itself to what our dreams and desires demand, it has its own ways. It honestly has its own will. I regret the fact that I havent been as much of a good son to my parents as I should have had been; here in this letter I do admit that they have been wonderful. A rock of support for me, it is no wonder that at all times when I fall down, I can always look up to them for support. I have been betrayed by some of my best friends, even those whod I call as my brothers which drags me along to another regret but Ill get to that latter. The point I was trying to make was that I have seen that family is indeed the only one can actually trust. It is the family that stands by you when the whole world leaves you. It is family that catches one in mid air and doesnt laugh at ones failures. It is the family members that soothe the pain rather than using it as an element of ridicule. It is here that I finally, in my life of some 21 years that I admit that I owe a lot to my family who are always

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there for me. It is here that I thank them for being who they are and for accepting me as I am. I t is here that I remind them to stay as they are and never to leave me for even if I say it or not, I always love them. Lastly I need to discuss trust. Trust has always been a strange thing. I mean people like me depend on it so much yet there are times when it, itself betrays you. I remember keeping a close eye for betrayers in my company. I always hated back-stabbers and I was known to punish them yet here I was with the sincerest company one could hope to achieve, or so I though. I need not to discuss the details for it is indeed no use crying over spilt milk yet ill like to mention that I have indeed learnt from all that has happened. Ive seen that indeed life is a mean thing, a bitch if I can be a little bold and it is us who have to watch our ways and hope to live another day. Its people like those who betrayed me, who pushed me into a fools paradise, whose ecstasy I had come to enjoy. I went to the highest level of being seduced by the term blind-trust and was thrown back with an equal force. It was here and then that I started to regret and weather I like it or not, I regret even today. Thus to conclude, life hasnt been a bed of roses for me but then again has it been to anyone unless a privileged few? No. So one must not lose hope and end it. I wont

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end this one for regrets as I mentioned before are everlasting and they are not to break one down Ive learnt but to learn from them. Ive leant my lesson and I hope to become a better man. I hope you pray for me. You must. Im sure youll do.

Yours Sincerely, Uzair Bin Khalid

Letter to Myself (rejected)

Dear Me,

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I am writing this letter today on Tuesday, 26th January, 2010 to remind myself of the ambitions for the next 10 years that I have planned for myself. I will be opening it on the same date after 10 years to see where I stand. Having too many ambitions to accomplish is a tough job in this short span. The toughest of all would be to learn to love myself, not exactly the love which includes kissing, hugging or cuddling with myself because I dont want to even my way to the asylum after so much hard work in the next ten yearsno not that. This love is about learning to respect myself; to respect my feelings and to give myself the courage to do all those crazy things that I dream about every night. (Not something that I can discuss right now because that can actually get me expelled from this institute) The second toughest thing after doing the crazy stuff above and spanking and congratulating my inner child for such big accomplishments would be learning to grow up and to do some serious stuff in life, like being able to buy or steal a Ferrari as soon as possible after my graduation. I know it will be a tough job but it has to be done.

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I have the greatest passion in my life to be an influential politician, but lets just store that for the later part of my life, because I dont want to spoil all the fun in my future life by doing everything in these 10 years. Lets just keep it till acquiring that charisma and charm in my personality like great politicians in history had. That is another case that I cant find anything remotely close to these qualities in myself and anytime I even remotely try to think about playing that tough guy some friend of mine comes and kicks my butt to make me realize and brings me back to my senses. I know it hurts both on the inside and the outside but friends are devils and the most discouraging creatures that crawl on this planet. I could have used a better word but I think I should keep that later for my more private letters. The second greatest passion in my life is to establish a successful Corporation of mine and no this one is not going to be stored for the later parts of life. I know this absurd idea has some funny tickling feeling at this age but I have to make this happen in these 10 years or else I will be picking my nose in public. This establishment of my corporation is the only thing which I will not be doing for anyone else but for myself. This one is actually much more realistic for me than all of the others. I dont know from where the capital is going to come, either through train, bus or taxi

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but I have to find my ways. This is the part for which I will be waiting to read this letter again after 10 years. Finally, I need to thank myself for taking the time to write this letter and kindly pay my regards to all the organs. Thank you!

Yours Sincerely, Uzair Bin Khalid

Mr. Symthe, Killer and Spike

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Mr. Symthe was a stout bulky man with his neck abnormally tilted to his right or to the left shoulder, just like he had tortticollis due to the shrinkage of the Sterno-cleido-mastoid muscle. He spoke with a concentrated Urdu accent, and a gloomy voice which can make you sleep in maximum five minutes. He walked with a parabolic gait and the students called him Dirtoo. The students also believed that Dirtoo had super natural powers because he was able to blink approximately 20 times in 1 sec and whenever he scolded the students he shifted his neck like a mad toad He was lecturing from fifteen consecutive days on the finer aspects of the decimal point, though he was an aggressive person but when he delivered the lecture he used to ignore the little whispers. Killer and spike were constantly whispering that day. Firstly Mr. Symthe ignored them but when killer passed a note to spike, he exploded with anger and rushed madly towards them, he took the note to spike and tried to open it but killer grabbed it. They struggled for a moment and at last Mr. Symthe won with a triumphant smile.

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Then at last he read it which was almost gibberish to him which read how does Dirtoo breath with his abnormally large nose bush?

Ithaca

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But Better rich not Ithaca

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My interpretation of Ithaca

Ithaca is a journey for the purification of the soul, a journey which has a lot of teachings and life changing experiences. Ithaca is also the level of knowledge that one obtains through his own experiences. It is not a place or a location but a destination that the human soul has to reach. The journey should be made slowly so that one grasps the maximum teaching on its voyage. It may

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also offer worldly things, but that should not be the aim of the journey rather it must focus on the intelligence and other development that the personality of a human would go through.

My Ongabonga Cave

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Oh yeah! My Ongabonga cave... You are my cave my home my place. A place to dream, a place to rest. You are the one. I live for you the only one the Ongabonga cave

Haiku

When I saw her from far

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Black hair, Crystal eyes and alabaster skin Seemed like an angel coming (Anum Elahi)

Every time I see you The wing blows, flowers bloom and birds sing Reminds me of being in heaven (Madiha Arif)

If there is something That you never ever knew I deserved Somebody better than you (Uzair Bin Khalid)

Three reasons a ghost might haunt your house

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1. Because the upper portion of my house is empty

2. The ghost has fallen in love with me

3. Because my younger brother looks just like him while sleeping

Why sunsets and waterfalls are considered romantic?

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1. The sunset is romantic because it is slow, smooth and your heart sinks with it.

2. The light dims gradually which turns you on.

3. The waterfalls are romantic because they look even more beautiful when two people observe and cherish its beauty together.

Make Ads
Primates in the zoo need to shave. Write an advertisement that sells an idea and a product to primates.

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The Tinkoo Razor

marketing

manager

of

Billu Dresser

Barber

the

hair

Tinkoo Razor

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Before using Tinkoo Razor

Lion enters the saloon Lion: oye uth oye Monkey: kaun hai? Lion: (Roars) Baadshah aya hai Moneky: badshah salamat ki haal nay tuaday?kheriat naal aye o? Lion: bas yaar kee dasan..Ek bandri dil vich vas gai aye par meinu nai lagda ka ais mun naal oh phasay gi Monkey: Zara dekhaan tay sahi lo gee ki hoya hai mun ne Lion: eh daari wekh raya ain tu meriaj mein onu milna ay. Kuch ainjda kar de k o meinu wekhde ee chimbar jaye. Giraffe interrupts in between. Giraffe: Ustaad, Badshah sahib di daari day sirf ek ee shay naal kam ho sakda aya Monkey and Lion: o ki?

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Giraffe: Tinkoo Razor, 2 minutes mein badshah sahib da mun chamka dega After 2 minutes, the lion was feeling as exuberant as he had never felt before. His beard was gone, and now finally he would be able to impress his lady love. Tinkoo Razor, sab ko chamka day

After using Tinkoo Razor

Toba

Teksingh

Characterization
The characterization in Saadat Hassan Mantos Toba Tek Singh is done is a natural way. The characters reveal themselves in an interesting way. They

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have all the elements of characterization (conflict, surprise, voice, detail etc.) which makes them realistic and interesting. The conflict in character can be observed as in the illustration of the young lawyer from Lahore, who was in love with a girl in Amritsar but doesnt want to leave Lahore because he thinks that his practice wouldnt run well in Amritsar. Similarly Bishan Singh is described as a harmless inmate but his relatives brought him to the asylum covered in chains and he is always looking forward to meet his relatives but whenever they came he became non-responsive or started to leave. There are elements of surprise too as in the case of Bishan. It was said about him that he never slept at all in fifteen years nor he ever lied down and his feet and ankles were swollen from standing too much, though he rested by leaning against the wall sometimes. The voices of each character are prominent; it is either conveyed through their own imagination or third persons point of view or through the word of the character itself. Initially the statements of Bishan Singh are gibberish but they start to make sense as we go along with the story. It depicts the asylums inmates state of mind as well as a way of expressing his

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sentiment for certain things. The writer has also given his point of view on the statements made by the inmate. Extensive detail is a significant element in characterization as it gives it life and the other person can imagine it in his mind too. In the novel Toba Tek Singh very good details are presented by the writer. The details about how Bishan groomed himself before meeting his relatives and how his statement oper di gur gur di annexe di bay dhania di mung di daal di of laltain kept on changing with different situations, which also gives it authenticity. With the help of these details a good mental picture of the character is build in the mind.

Group Stories

The Secret of Happiness

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An old farmer in his late eighties thought of sending his son to the wisest man in the world to find out the secret of happiness. In his search of happiness, the boy walked through the deserts and climbed the mountains reach his destination. The wise man lived in a marvelous palace, a paradise on earth I must say. It was beyond the boys imagination. The man lived a luxurious life with twenty servants always ready for their services for him; twenty beautiful women. This assured the young by that he is at the right place to find the secret of happiness but the beautiful environment could distract him from his purpose of being there. Such an environment could distract anyone. The man proved to be quite different in person, contrary to the boys perception about him. He told the boy the biggest strength of a person. He said that your strength is not in having the luxuries of life but the real strength is thinking of the poor people and harsh realities of life and not to forget them in the pleasure of your luxuries. You see this Palace, the leisures in it and you wondered how a person living here will notice the harsh realities of life. My child you need to control your inner self from falling to evil intensions. You do not think only of yourself but of the people around as well. This is the real success and the secret of happiness.

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CHEATERS
Once upon a time there was a group of four friends. They promised to stand by each other through every phase of life. One day exam was going on, it was the tuff one. Two of them were not prepared at all so they planned to cheat from their friends they sit accordingly in the class. The paper was not as difficult as it supposed to be. Plan was successful, they were happy that at least they will not flunk in the paper. After a week or so when the teacher came in the class with the pile of checked papers and the result in his hands, he showed papers to each and every student except four of us. We were bit skeptical and worried whether the teacher is able to detect, whether we cheated or not. At last teacher call out the names of these four friends. Two boys and two girls when they were standing in front of the class the teacher started saying that she had never knew, an intelligent student her can cheat. The teacher was disappointed on all four of them; he didnt say anything and walked out of the class with sadness on his face.

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Four of them were ashamed of what they have done and planned to apologize him from heart. In the next lecture they decorated the whole class and placed a board with sorry written on it. Teacher was happy that they have realized their mistake and that what he want.

Circles
Two people are sitting in a cafeteria discussing the pros and cons of dating. The boy wants to date the girl but he has not told her yet, but the girl likes this other person but, he is going out with another girl. Another thing also that their parents are also dating and the children do not know yet. Everything is in a fix. Oh my, was not that confusing so, now, let just clarify. The first boy who has crush on a girl named Sam is called George. They have been best friends since kindergarten. He knows everything about her; also that she has seven smiles. Whereas, Sam, likes her class fellow john, who is dating another girl, Tara. Now the parents of Sam and john have known each other since their high school and now when they are free from their respective spouses they are dating each other and no one knows.(Anum)

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The twist comes when George by accidently sees the parents making out. He falls into personal conflict whether to tell Sam or not. Then one day he finds Sam crying her heart out in the park near their house. He goes to her and asks her what the problem is. She tells him that John never liked her and he went out on a date with her to win a bet and now the whole school knows and I just found out that my dad is going to marry his mom and we are going to step brother and sisters. (Uzair) The next day john came to school supporting a black eye. In the free period, he came to Sam and shouted to her that she should keep her boyfriend on a leash and it was just a small annoying bet nothing major and leaves with her girlfriend Tara. Sam went to find George who was in boys locker room. When she found him, he had a split lip. When Sam asked him what happened, George told her that John had hurt her so, he hurt him, for he cannot see Sam crying because he loves her. Sam shouts at him that why he had not told her about it because she thinks that she also loves him. They hug and kiss each other. (Madiha)

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What I saw and what I thought of what I saw

What I saw
I saw my car

What I thought

Agay wale tire main hawa kam hai but I dont care I am already late Is he blind. First he should look for the residents car sticker on the car Dont look into their eye or they will stop you. Waste of time! Why cant he do it before

Guard at the main gate of

Policeman checking the cars

I saw Kaleems house and he was

Coming out of his house closing his coming to the road Shirt button
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McDonalds

Mcflurry

Every morning I wake up and have something different to witness. The first thing that I saw was the car outside the gate, as usual agay walay tire mein hawa kam thi. But I thought that I am already late for university, and I if I get into all this then I will surely miss the class. The person that I saw next was the security guard of my colony who raised his hand to stop me so that he can identify me. Now what was that for? Is he blind? Cant he see the residents sticker on the wind screen of my car? Well, this went by. Next I saw the check post and I thought to myself if I looked at the military officials they might consider me suspicious, it

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would be better to be indifferent and just pass by without wasting any time. Since, we live in Pakistan the next thing that I saw is pretty conventional. There was a huge traffic jam at the canal road near Jinnah hospital, people were trying to go off the way, taking wrong turns but the constable stopped them. This time the thought was the same as it had occurred to me all the times when I saw traffic jam, I thought to take my car on the wrong turn but that constable stopped me and I thought aaj phir koi chawal (politician) guzar raha hoga. Struggling hard in the traffic I finally got the space to accelerate my car and reach to pick Kaleem. I saw him coming out of his house, closing his shirts buttons that he wore over his knit and I thought why cant he do all before coming to road? It was near time that creative writing class was about to start and at this time MCDONALDS and MCFLURRY did not tempt more than ever, but I decided to drive and stay focused to reach the class at time. After about fifteen minutes I finally reached my university and staring at the guard I realized that I had missed my wallet at home. The only thought was Fuck!

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Poem-traffic signs

The life is going on a bumpy road, With prohibition to different directions Dont go left, dont go right, Check out the speed limit that is fifty five (55) The lights and the horns, And there comes the traffic warden who haunts

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I entered the vehicle prohibited area at nine, All I got was a 250 dollar fine

Robbery
The diamond had tempted me like no other thing; I had decided that this time it was not going to slip out of my hands. It meant a lot to me, I had been waiting for this moment and planning for it, it had been months and now I could not afford losing it at any cost. But, something that was still bothering me was the thought that like the last two times it was not some jewelry shop but a museum. The chances of being caught were high,

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but it is said that with high risk comes a high gain. This robbery seemed like my chance to maintain a good standard of life, to buy myself a new car, and a new apartment. I will finally prove it to myself that I am not good for nothing person, I can do much better than those small con tricks. I knew that the museum would be guarded by the security all day long, but there still were chances of getting into the museum and carrying the job. This obviously required a lot of expertise, which I had developed by planning all these months. I had found a way to deactivate the cameras located in the museum and a friend was helping me to deactivate the alarms in the museum. I wanted to make it as easy as possible; I could not afford being caught for this would end everything for me. I had met this friend a couple of months back, he told me that he could do all this good stuff very efficiently and all he wanted was just a small share of what I get. I thought it was not a bad deal, we planned for a few months and now it was high time to do it. It was 3:00 AM and I had decided to move in. As I was told that all cameras and alarms had been deactivated, I just could not wait. I managed to get in from the roof of the building. In a few minutes I was in the room where I could see that beauty placed in glass box. My intensity had grown; I could feel my heart jump out of my chest. I was extremely happy, without further delay I went near the box and picked up the

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diamond. I put it in my pocket and headed to the point which would safely lead me out of the place. I was just a few steps away from the place and suddenly the alarms rang and all the doors and windows got jammed. How could this happen? I thought to myself, I had made sure that all was good. Later I found out that my so called friend had played a trick on me like I did to his brother. This was revenge. I ended up paying for my mistake.

An Artists Room
An artist is known by his belongings, the things around him and the aesthetic nature of the objects clearly portray the true personality of a person. The room that I am going to describe is that of an artist. It was a small D shaped room, with a wooden floor. The walls were painted in a dark orange color and it was pretty obvious that only marvelous artistic hands can do such an amazing job. The one straight wall of the D shaped room had a picture of a spilled yellow paint Can and the picture had been painted in such a way

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that it felt that the paint had spilled out of the can to middle of the room. The most interesting things was that he wanted to compose a single theme for his room and for that reason the floor and the things which filled the room were of the same color. In fact, the bed sheet and the cushions placed in the room were of the same colors too. For a little while I thought that I have entered an ORANGE world. Next, I started noticing his work. The work portrayed his affection towards some extremely esoteric ideas which only an artist can understand. The paintings dealt with nature, Greek philosophies, and the modern art. The paintings depicted that the artist wanted to paint the whole world with his own designed colors and the thoughts that were running across his mind. As it was an artists room, it could have never been tidy and clean, the brushes and the paints were spread all over the floor. Some of the paintings hanged against the wall, while other formed a pile and were gather at one corner of the room. The thing that I noticed by the end was that the room was filled with the stuff to such an extent that I could hardly find any place to stand.

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Short story: Migration from India

Mrs. Noreen Ahmed was resting in her comfortable study chair. The room was marvelously furnished with a fine floor of oak. There was a tint of lavender. A huge bay window on her left which gave a view of the gorgeous landscaping. Her head was laid back; eyes closed and tears streaming down her shining wrinkled pink cheeks. She was a Kashmiri woman in her late sixties. Her right hand was holding a star

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shaped medal of silver, with the map of Hindustan, a portion of map was coloured green and separated from the rest. The green portion consisted of present Pakistan with Bengal, Punjab and Kashmir that was demanded by the Muslims of India. The medal was the reason which took the Nobel woman into a deep trance of her memories. Mrs. Noreen, her best friend Nighat and her other school friends got that special badge made by a jeweler for themselves to wear it while welcoming Quaid-e-Azam in Kashmir. The badge reminded her of those intensely piercing eyes of Mohammad Ali Jinnah which she had not seen in her entire life. The eyes that looked right through her, the smile which stopped the world around her while she presented the glass of water placed on her palm and holding it with the other hand to him and the enthusiasm to acquire Pakistan at that time aroused her feelings again. The sweet memories didnt last long, the memories of the bed of flowers laid for Quaid-e-Azam was taken over by grieved recollections of migration. After the Partition of Pakistan, the Muslims living in India migrated to Pakistan with considerable difficulty and uphill. If 50 people migrated from India

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then half reached Pakistan, the poor and miserable Muslims of India who had to migrate on foot or on animals by caravans were slaughtered ruthlessly by Sikhs and other extremist Hindus on the way to their new homeland, but it was different in Kashmir because nothing happened in Kashmir no massacre or anything right after the partition but the worry of Muslims was rising in Jammu and they started moving. The distress reached to immeasurable intensity when the convoys reached at the bank of Tawi. The Sikhs were sitting like hawks waiting for the arrival of the caravans. The kind of killings which took place there has a great difference between listening, realizing and actually visualizing. They spared the old people for the time being. The young girls were gathered and taken away and the boys who aged between 14 and 25 were slaughtered like animals. A friend of Noreens father who had a family of 55 people reached alone in Sialkot with his neck half sliced but his aorta was unharmed... there was life, but he alone survived. The sight of helplessness and pain that he had faced made the hair stand on Mrs. Noreens neck. What human must have remained in him whose 54 family members were finished?

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And her friend Nighat, charming as a fairy with milky white cheeks, transparent veins running down her neck, bluish green eyes and long golden hair, only nine to ten years old. Nighats mother used to say, When I see my hands I feel like cutting them off, I myself threw her in Tawi. I told her that before they take you away you die! she came out of the water again and again but her mother pushed her head into the water saying mar tu, teri nahi zarorat tu mar ja! and she pushed her again and again and then Nighat died. Mrs. Noreen remembered more than others because when the refugee reached Srinagar, her father handed over a register to her to write the names of the family members and complete details of the person giving them and their whole story of migration. She wrote it daily and with complete accuracy and detail, at that occasion they had grown 4 to 5 years older than their age. People were hungry, poor and distressed. Mrs. Noreen knew that they had a feeling of loneliness because they neither belonged to the place they came from nor the one they were residing at that time, but the Muslims helped them to the fullest, everyone felt the pain they had gone through. After the Indian government took over Kashmir, their army marched on the soil as the owner of the land; they got into houses and kidnapped the women. Mrs.

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Noreens uncle arranged a private decode for them, that took them to Delhi and from there they were taken out of the city to a hotel named Grand hotel owned by an English woman named Grand. She told them that they would be taken to Lahore the next day and that she was responsible for their safety as long as they are inside the boundary of the hotel. When they looked outside there were Hindus and Sikhs yelling to kill them with swords and sticks, but were unable to come inside due to intense security. Next day they were told that the pilot was not available because some politician had taken him to a visit abroad and they would have to wait for another four days. After four days they boarded on plane and landed at Amritsar airport. Even before it landed it was full of people who were asking to come on board. The plane stayed there blocked for 5 hours waiting for it to clear but nothing happened. After the 6th hour had passed the English pilot said that he had enough fuel to take them to Lahore airport and he will come back, and he will definitely take all of them there no matter what happens because I am the captain of the ship who gives his life, after saving everyone else and within half an hour the run way cleared. They reached Lahore at last, with the pain of losing the loved ones and leaving behind their father

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and brothers who had to come through convoys and God knows will ever reach on the soil of their country for which they struggled and sacrificed to obtain. Mrs. Noreen weeped loudly, but these tears were not for the hardships faced by her during the partition but of the present situations of her country that punctured her heart so immensely that even the loss of Nighat seemed minute in front of it. The people who slept on the undisputed land woke up in Pakistan the next day, didnt know what was the value of Pakistan as she and the other refugees had faced. But hope was still alive in her heart as she recalled the phrase of Allama Iqbal:

Zara nam ho to Ye mati bohot zarkhez hai saqi

The badge fell down from her hand. She joined her hands together to pray for the survival and wellbeing of her country.

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The hardest I have ever had to do

The hardest thing I have ever had to do was to buy my very first unlicensed and illegal gun and then getting a fake license and permit for it. I can write a complete manual on how to buy your very first unlicensed and illegal second hand gun, but that is not the issue of discussion over here, though I can give a brief review on it. The first thing you have to make sure while buying a gun is that nobody has killed anyone with it and secondly that it should work. For many of us the second point comes first but for me the first one is even more important than the

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working of the gun because once you hold it you then you own it and everything attached and done with it in the past is your responsibility. My hands would never shake while firing a gun but they do shake when I buy one.

A Meeting with President Obama

[I entered into President Obamas office. The office floor was made of fine polished wood and the walls were full of pictures of previous Presidents Obama was standing near his huge book shelf, searching for some book] Me: Good morning President! He turned around and looked at me for a while and spoke with his usual fake smile Obama: Good morning, good morning please have a seat [And I walked towards him with the thought of the movie the horse whisperer according to which you never approach an animal straight towards him, but instead you always walk from the back or the side of him because you dont want to scare it away, and for me it is more or less the same with humans so I

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approached him from the right and shook his hand firmly and settled down] Me: I never knew the oval room was that oval He laughed out loud Me: I am obliged for sparing your precious time for me. I have a couple of questions to ask Obama: yes, please Me: the time since you became the President. The people of my country are waiting for America to help them and take a stand. Which will bring them out of their misery of terrorism and poverty, but nothing of this kind has happened. Obama: Yes, I definitely know that myself, and thats the reason too that our government sent Hilary Clinton over there. We did have a better understanding of your country so that we can design our policies right according to their need. [He spoke with a deep voice and it seemed that he was selecting his words very carefully] Me: Definitely that was a good gesture from your country. And we will wait for a good response. Ok on the other hand you are doing this work for us but what about the drone attacks in which hundreds of innocent people have been killed. [He adjusted his left Coughlin and looked at it for a while speaking] Obama: For the issue on this policy I am forcing my parliament to find a better solution, but secondly those

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attacks are being done by the collaboration and understanding of Pakistan government. I do feel the pain for the souls lost in those attacks I do feel that Me: We expect a better solution soon and thank you for your concern, lastly but not the least how do you feel about winning the Nobel peace prize? [While laughing, he said] Obama: That definitely has to be a mistake and it took me a while before realizing it that it actually happened and it wasnt a dream. [With a cheerful smile I stood up] Me: Thank you very much for the generous interaction. [He stood up while shaking my hand and adjusting my tie] Obama: Its always a pleasure!

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Autobiography

When I try to think of my life story the first flash back is of my elder brother biting on my little finger, while gaining access to it by telling me that he was going to demonstrate a magic trick. The pain was indeed magical. The second flash back is of him striking a pencil in my left eye and even today I get tickling feelings on that spot while drinking cold water, though no doctor has been able to establish a link between my eye and the water. At the age of four I was forcefully admitted to Saint Marries Convent High School in Sahiwal. I was a stubborn child and had no plans for going to school at that young age; instead I wanted to build a plane by

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staying at home and to take it to the moon. I tried to convince my parents, but all in vain. Then I started to boycott school by crying all day, and a churchs sister was specially assigned to look after me. Whenever I cried she loved and kissed me. I fell in love with her, so I tuned up the intensity of crying even more, but it seemed like she realized by little feeling for her. So she started ignoring me and left me in my classes, my love shattered in pieces. After that I realized that school life was not that bad as I thought. On the first day of attending my proper classes I made a very good friend (Harris). Good because he did my class work and throughout our nursery he did it. There was a bully in prep class; he teased everyone including my new friend, since I was obliged to him for doing my class work so I first smashed the guy and then threw him off the slide. Right after 15 minutes of that incidence I found myself in principals office, it was my first experience of disciplinary charges as later in life I got expelled approximately four times from my college for violating the rules; well thats another case, but the nursery

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experience was not a futile one as I gained respect of the oppressed kids. After I passed nursery, I was a triple PhD in abuses thanks to my street friends. Life got exciting with time. I was the leader of my little bratty gang and we did gang wars with this another Christian boys gang. I still feel bad for beating him so much, but to be honest he was never good at fighting. He always cornered my friends and punched and slapped them and ended up being badly beaten by us afterwards. I still have a feeling that he is planning my assassinating from 15 years and will avenge someday. My childhood was mostly spent playing in mud and streets and getting beaten up by my mother for fighting with everyone and never listening to her. I was always pissed at her when she punished me or locked me in the box room so that I didnt get out of the house and played with those dirty kids who were according to her spoiling me. This was indeed correct. I always searched for trouble. The worst experience of my life was in the Sozo water park where I almost drowned because I was showing a stunt to a kid

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and suddenly slipped out of the tube. After I was pulled out and came back to my senses the kid was gone and I was surprised to see that he didnt even try to save me or bothered to inform anyone. I assumed that may be he believed that it was another stupid stunt of mine and got bored and floated away in his tube. Most of my schooling was done in different schools as my father used to get transferred to other cities. Normally people spend their entire lives living in one city, but I must say I was lucky to taste different locations and schools. Due to this I have a cultural blend in me. The two best places I spent time were Sahiwal and the other was Jauharabad which is situated in Khushab district. Jauharabad is situated at the foot of Soon Skesars mountainous area. Most of the area of this valley is prohibited as PAFs radar system is situated in those mountains. Joharabad was the most beautiful place I went to, though it was a little far from the mountains but with a nice weather and atmosphere. There are many good memories attached to that place.

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The DPS in Jauharabad was a nice school. I dont know whether I learned the books or not but there were many other great thing that I learned from that institute. It made me realize my potentials. Jauharabad was not supposed to be an advanced city but for a location like that it was very advanced, same was the case with my school there were very experienced teacher and activities which left a lasting impact on my little brain. I believe that good school is more important than books, because one can read books while sitting at home but he can never get those experiences and grooming at home. Schooling is more about personality development than reading books and I am very grateful for getting that grooming.

Write about someone you normally see but not often talk

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Everyday in LSE, when I stand in front of Auditorium 8, I observe an old man dragging a cart full of brick with severe difficulty. His face is always red due to the burden he is holding and the force his old and feeble bones have to exert on the cart. He walks with a stumbling gait. May be he got hurt while working or it is due to his old age. After looking at him the world seems very cruel and unfair to make the old man work so hard. His old wrinkled eyes reflect concern for his growing old age and family. It is also a fact of life that when one is poor, old and weak the world corners from him and one has to live with all the worries and carry them on his shoulders alone. Their child doesnt support them because now he doesnt need his flimsy parents as he has grown up and wants to settle his own life. Poverty is the cruelest form of life. Hunger is his fate, sickness is his friend. These are the things which rarely isolate him.

A dude in cowboy hat

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A guy wearing a cowboy hat, leather jacket and shoes with long spurs behind them kicked the saloons door open and entered with a predatory gait while keeping his both hands on the handle of the guns along his waist. It seemed for a while that he was going to shoot everyone down, but instead he just looked around for a while, smelled the terror he had created and started walking towards the end of the saloon where an empty chair awaited for him. Suddenly he paused on his half way; smiled to himself, turned around and walked out of the saloon. His smile still remains a mystery which makes me say: A mystery is a mystery, until its a mystery and a mystery solved is nothing at all.

Rickshaw Slogans

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Tusi lang jao saadi kher ay Mein bara hokar truck banunga Sajan koi koi, dushman har koi.

Own Slogans Hun agai jay sajna di waari, bhaati lohari kali savari. Bus pyar no takraar. Rang jamda riskshay naal

The Fountain of youth

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I will not drink it

1. If I was to live forever then the passion for living my life to the fullest will die. 2. I will be deprived of my family 3. I will become a pain for the world and will then definitely earn hell for myself as I will be careless about everything. In my opinion the water should be for someone really worthy who can take care of the power which it will give him as it is said with great power comes great responsibility or the one who can hold the responsibility on his shoulders.

You and your favorite person have packed a picnic lunch. Finding the perfect spot by the stream, you begin unpacking your lunch onto the yellow checked blanket you have spread on the ground. You are thinking how

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wonderful it is, so quiet, you stand and look down the stream towards the old textile mill. You wonder if some other people long ago sat by the stream. Then you notice someone behind a tree not so far away a girl in a long flowing dress. Could it be someone from days gone by? Who is it and why is she here? Is she looking for someone?

Quest for beauty

My elder brother and I played at this spot when we were children and now after a long time we came back here to refresh our memories. It had been a long time for we had visited this place. While we were unpacking the lunch I noticed a long flowing dress of a girl behind a tree. I fairly remember her beautiful grey eyes and her dark brown hair flowing in the air by the waves of the wind. My eyes got stuck at her for a second and it felt to me as if the world had come to stop. My eyes met her eyes for just a split second and the feelings were ultimately out of this world. She was approaching towards us, dressed up as a fairy I had never seen such a beautiful girl ever before in my life. But, God knows what happened, her eyes quenched and with that killer

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smile she turned back rushed towards the woods. I wanted to her to stop; I wanted to talk to her. But, that did not turn out to be that way. I thought my brother was busy unpacking the stuff, but he was actually more concerned with noticing me watching that girl. Then all of a sudden, he asked me if anything was wrong. All I told him was that I would be right back and I rushed towards the woods. His curiosity made all the sense, but I could just not stop myself. I asked my brother to go and get some water from the stream near that old textile mill, and in a few seconds I was on my way to find her. I looked here and there, I left no place to check for I just did not want to miss her sight. The voices of the birds echoed in my ears and I continued searching her. It was after an hour that I finally realized I had missed her, and there was simply no way to find her. With the despair that I had lost her, I returned to the place where my brother would have come back by now. On my way back home, I thought that maybe it was just my imagination and there never existed such a girl.

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Imagine a pair of shoes

I dont have to close my eyes and imagine a pair of shoes because the type of shoes I would ever write about is the ones which I am wearing right now. May be they of the leather made from cows skin, which is dark brown in colour and when I wear them they give my feet the sense of resing into a cow. They are long cowboy type shoes but shorter in length than the original cowboy style with metal rings attached to the sides, which are held together by two leather straps and a chain at the front. Though I always wanted the chain to pass under the shoe and make a Ushape and get attached to both of the metal rings. But that dream never came true due to the negligence of the cobbler who made them. Leather is the best part of the shoe. The more the leather gets worn out, better it is for me, because then no matter how dirty they are they look all the same. I love my shoes for two reasons, first they are easy to wear as zip is more convenient to use. Otherwise it takes me ten minutes to tie laces. Secondly because no matter where I go someone is always there to look at them with disgust and then to my face, which makes me laugh inside and say Ah! Another one!.

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Mega Dance Collection

Once I was deep asleep in my room, when suddenly in my beautiful dream I heard my dad shouting my name. As usual my heart beat started to rise and my mind started searching for all those things which I had done wrong. There were so many that my brain couldnt take it and I woke up. I ran to his room. He was sitting in front of his computer watching the video of Britney Spears song Ops I did it again. At first I thought that he was not my dad but then I realized his huge red eyes and asked what happened. Though the explanation was quite lengthy and cute but the bottom line was that the only thing left on his PC was mega dance collection. My heart sank and I felt like running away, but then I told him with all the courage I had that I saw a lizard crawling into the PC yesterday through the power supply grill, and may be it messed up the hardware, though my explanation was quite satisfying to me but he was a tough man to be convinced that easily.

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I will always return Bryan Adams

I It Oh I I It's Now My And Your in hear calls it's still hear to to feel your you I every the light the me you your wind back I'll breath voice I'll know road hour gets leads of me call your home always on deep always it's to darkness my name again return skin within belong true you darlin' through

It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns

The sound of my lover - a feeling so strong

Wanna swim in your river - be warmed by your sun Bathe in your waters - cos you are the one I can't stand the distance - I can't dream alone I can't wait to see you - Ya I'm on my way home Oh The I hear sound the that wind leads call me your home name again

It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns Oh, it's to you - I will always return

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Write ending in your own words for

The

Story:

Carapace

(original)
ANURA PERERA IS coming over tonight. Amma - my mother - says I ought to take him seriously. I told Vijay about it. So? He's coming to see me because he is interested in me and he has serious intentions. He lives in Australia! Vijay grinned and said nothing. That's the way with Vijay. Do you know who Anura Perera is? He shook his head, no. Then he laughed, So he's looking for a Lankan wife? Yes! I said. Anura Perera has a dollar job, a Sydney house, and an Australian ticket. So what are you saying? Vijay laughed. You are going to marry this prick with a foreign job? Is that what you've come to tell me? That wasn't what I had come to tell him at all. I first met Vijay at the new 20 disco. It was a

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birthday party and there was a crowd of about twenty people in our group. I didn't know many of them. My friend Lakshmi took me along to it. It was her friend's birthday but we had all been waiting to go to this new place. Everyone was talking about it. It was packed out that night. The dance floor was fabulous: round, with lights flashing underneath and all sorts of fantastic gadgets turning around the room. Vijay was not in our party. He came up to me and said, How about a dance? I could hardly hear him, but I could see his mouth in the dark. And when the lights flashed on him I could see him looking straight at me like he really wanted to dance with me. We danced all night. He bought me rum and coke and smoked lots of cigarettes. In the end he asked whether we could meet again. Only the next day I discovered he is the 40 cook at the Beach Hut. He is older than me; tall and long and always smiling. He has such a mop of hair and is so skinny. He never eats! He says he likes to see his food eaten by other people. To watch his customers, his friends, grow fat and happy. He says there is nothing he likes better than to stir his pan of squid in front of the ocean. His face is big and square like a bony box stretched over with skin; his lips barely keep his teeth in and he always seems about to

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burst into a laugh. And when he does the whole sea seems to crease up. The beach is so lovely with him. When I went to see him today he said hello with a big grin on his face. Come sit down, I won't be long. He had a basin full of enormous prawns on his lap. Loku isso, he said. A newspaper spread out on the floor 60 under him was heaped with plucked prawn heads and shells. Orange whiskers. After peeling each prawn he carefully pulled out a thin blue vein that curved around it like a backbone. Look at that, he held the vein up: sea-poison. At first I didn't even want to open my mouth about Anura Perera, but Amma says you must always go for the best you can. And I know Anura Perera will come in a big Mitsubishi, air-conditioned with tinted glass and a stereo. I wanted Vijay to know. When he finished with the prawns he washed his hands and poured out some coffee for me. What are we going to do? I asked. I wanted to know what he really felt for me. About what? About us, I said. What are we going to do? 80 He said,There's an American film at the Majestic. It is so easy for him. He doesn't see anything. There are no problems, no hangups. He's not like the other guys around here, always trying something on. He comes straight out with what he thinks. But I must have looked

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worried; he leaned forward. What is it you want to know then? he asked, touching my hand. He has such a light touch. His fingernails are like seashells, slightly pink, with little half-moons peeping out. When he touches my hand with his fingers I feel tremendous and I want to go on like this for ever, just drinking coffee together and looking at the sea. I told him we've got to sort things out. Going to the pictures won't solve anything. But you like movies, he said. For months nothing has happened and now suddenly everything happens: 100 Vijay first, now Anura Perera. When Amma talks to me I see a whole new world. I don't think Vijay could even imagine it. He would just laugh. Amma said we could go and buy a new saree. Something really nice. And I saw just the shoes at Tonio's, next to the supermarket. Imagine flying, stopping in Singapore! I can't believe it but it is what I've dreamed of all along; something happening so I can be someone instead of this crazy feeling that nothing matters. But then when I go to Vijay I really don't know what I want. . . He looked at me and clicked his tongue, So what matters so much? He lit one of his thin crackly cigarettes and stretched out on his chair. His head rested on the back of it; he let his mouth stay open like a fish gulping. Sometimes he can be so idiotic! 120 But it isn't

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that simple. It isn't! We can't just stay like this, I said. The Beach Hut isn't going to be here for ever. The bamboo and coconut will split. The wood on the window-frame is already rising, turning itself inside out. I looked out of the doorway and watched the green sandy water of the ocean swelling and falling. You can't be a beach cook for the rest of your life, I said. Or is that all you want? Do you really only want to be a cook all your life? I didn't want to upset him, I just wanted him to say something; but he just stared at me. He looked at me as if I were way out at sea, already floating across the ocean. But who is the drifter? Not me. A crowd of bathers turned up looking for beer and his beach roti, so I said I better go; he had work to do. I asked him to call me as soon as he could, before evening. It is important. Call me, please. He smiled sweetly 140 and nodded OK. Then he screwed up his eyes and sucked the last of his smoke through his fingers and held it in his chest. At home everyone was busy. I came to my room and stayed out of the way. I wanted to be alone. Nobody seemed to miss me. By five o'clock, when I looked out, the whole place was dusted and tidied up; the floor in the front room has been polished and Auntie Manel has

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even brought flowers for that ghastly green vase that sits by the telephone. The house is filled with a kind of sea musk. Amma has made sandwiches and patties and roasted cashew nuts spiced with red chilli to put out in her special silver bowl. I have never seen the place looking like this. Amma has been having palpitations; I know she has been rushing around all over 160 the place arranging everything, her breasts heaving with excitement. She is so anxious, but it's no accident that this first meeting is happening tonight; she would have consulted her astrologer. She wouldn't have taken any risks! It must be the most auspicious day of the month. I suppose I should make a fuss and ask her: Do I have a choice in all of this? But I don't want to choose. I hate choosing. It's all so crazy. What's in Australia anyway? Everyone wants to go there, especially when there's any disturbance here. But what for? I like the beach here. I like our road, our bougainvillaea slumping over the wall and that sandy walk we go on across the railway tracks down to the sea. I like the disco. I like going by puttputt yellow three wheelers. Just to live in a large fancy bungalow with a view of the Opera 180 House or something! What's so great about that? Vijay would say it's all in the head.

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If only he would turn up with something. But Amma would die if she knew about him. She'd throw a fit. A cook on the beach! What she wants to say is . . . Good evening Mr Perera, so pleased to meet you. Do come and take my daughter away; transform her world with your brilliance - and your nice fat bank account. Give her a modern house, a big car, fancy clothes, shoes she can afford to throwaway after every party. Give her expensive things, and by-the-by your unswerving respect, and all will be well. She will be an asset to your career, a pearl in your crown. Just take her Mr. Perera, please take her to Australia away from here, and don't forget her mother . . . Anura. I waited and waited for Vijay to call. I didn't know what I wanted him to say, but I thought he would find something. He wouldn't let things slip just for the want of a few words. Then about an hour ago the telephone rang. I let it ring for a bit. Amma was in the bathroom. Nobody else answers the telephone in our house. Eventually I picked it up. I was so nervous I could hardly speak. What time can you come out to eat tonight? Vijay asked. I've made a special dish: fantastic, with those big prawns! I could hear the ocean in the telephone. I could see him with a big grin on his face, pulling open his white shirt and rubbing his bare bony chest with his long fingers. He'd have the lamps lit

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under the trees. I said I can't talk; the iron is on. I was ironing my jade green saree, the one that Amma bought for me. I told him, I have to put the phone down. I put it down. He won't ring again. He thinks I know his number by heart: Mount Lavinia 926979, 926979. Romesh Gunesekera First published in Monkfish Moon 1992 Reprinted here with the kind permission of the author Available from http://www.amazon.co.uk/

Improvised ending
Then about an hour ago the telephone rang. I let it ring for a while my heart started to beat harder. I wanted to pick it up but my legs were supporting my intentions. Amma was not around either. Then I took the courage and picked it up. His voice was as energetic as always, there not a sign of worry in it. He talked about some special prawn dish that he wanted me to taste, but after that my brain got numb. I felt my eyes were wet. May be he never liked me and I was just another friend for him. I told him that I

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couldnt come because I had to go and get matching bangles with my sari. I knew it was a lame excuse but our heads are jammed in these situations and we come up with the dumbest excuse in the world to hide our feelings. It was time I finally gave up

Play
Marganalization
Anum Ellahi, Kaleem Shah, Madiha Arif, Wajiha Samreen, Uzair Bin Khalid Section:B Mr. Shahid Siddique

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3/25/2010

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This play revolves around a man named Bashir who commits suicide due to drastic situations in his life and then after his death he and all other people responsible are answerable in front of their Lord. It is a depiction of the life of marginalized people in the society. The people for whom even the government policies are not meant for; everything, which is given or done in the society, is for everyone else except for these people

Act 1
Situation 1 (Scenario: Home)

Mr. Bashir is watching TV The intensity of the unrest in the spectators was reaching an uncontrollable chaos, which calmed down as the voice echoed in the air. The words were lucid delineation of ineffable scenario in the nation.

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Bhutto: Ye qaum barhay gi! Ye qaum duniya ka loha banay gi! ...kabool hai ap ko ke Is qaum ko duniya ka loha bana ke dain? The crowd applauded with happiness Bhutto: To khidmat kro ge? Crowd: Karain ge! Bhutto: Mehnat kro ge? Crowd: Karain ge! Bhutto: Laro ge? Crowd: Larain ge! Bhutto: Maro ge? Crowd: Marain ge! Bhutto: Aur jidhojihat kro ge? Crowd: Karain ge! Bhutto: Imaan se karo ge? Crowd: Karain ge! Bhutto: Khuda ki qasam kro ge?

The crowd stands up and cheers madly

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Mr. Bashir turns the TV off, because it seemed that all the chaotic conditions and miseries in the nation were about to end the very next day Bhutto delivered that speech. It was Bhuttos anniversary and all the channels were showing the same enthusiastic, energetic and promising videos of him. Years have passed by, but the things didnt change, the promises made by the leaders never reached the level of affiliation, in fact for Mr.Bashir the conditions were deteriorating. He was waiting for his children to come home from school so that he could get going to work. The house was to be exact, just a single room with two old mattresses on the floor, a stove and a few things to come up with daily life matters. The door swings open. Faizan and Rizwan enter and greet their father

Faizan: Are you getting late for work? Bashir: Well yes, but whats the matter?

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Faizan: Abba ji, I have been given a fee notice, they will expel us from the school if we didnt pay our fee.

Mr. Bashir gives a worried expression and is about to say something when Rizwan speaks up

Rizwan: Abba ji, I am hungry, do we have something to eat? Bashir: Just a minute

Mr. Bashir moves to pick the plate Faizan: And abba ji what about my uniform? Its almost completely worn out; do you expect me to use it for the next six months as well? Bashir: I am trying son and I am sure we will manage things out. Just a few more days and certainly we will overcome all the problems. I just want you to trust and have faith in Allah; the good days will come soon.

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The children have an incredulous expression on their faces, which explicitly portrayed that they believed Allah is not going to come on earth to sort out the problems

Bashir: For now, have this food

Pointing towards the plate

Bashir: I will be back by evening

Mr. Bashir picks up his bicycle and with an auspicious smile on his face, he heads towards the factory. Both the children watch their father going, and look at the plate that was to be divided equally between the two of them.

Situation 2 (Scenario: Factory)

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The factory was an old building, with small cracks in the walls. The black smoke from the chimney Mr. Bashir hit last few paddles and finally reached the factory. Parking his bicycle in the stand, he heads towards the plant. The countenance expressed a comprehensive mental turmoil and worry. It was just a few minutes late when Mr. Aslam approached him.

Aslam: Whats the matter, everything good? Bashir: Yeah, sort of Aslam: You look worried and pretty depressed too, anything wrong at home?

Mr. Bashir initially wanted to remain silent, but subtly his expressions grew intense and his eyes gets filled with tears

Bashir: Today, I have realized that my children deserve much more than what they are getting or I should say much more than what I am giving them.

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Aslam sighed for a moment

Aslam: I didnt get the point whats wrong with what you give them? Bashir: No its just that, what I give them is just not enough

And he couldnt speak; it felt as if he was going to burst into tears

Aslam: Well, honestly I can just try to mollify you. I hope the new financial program by the government that the company will provide, will help you overcome all the problems. Just hope for the best

Manager enters All the workers are excited to know what exactly the financial program was about. The unrest in the hall

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had grown to an extreme level and the whispers echoed the hall. Manager speaks with a smile. The unrest comes to an end, with pin drop silence in the hall

Manager: Good afternoon everyone, I have an important announcement to make

And, then the manager comes up with grim and unchanging countenance

Manager: I know its going to hurt you all, but I am sorry I have news for you.

Bashir looked at Aslam in a strange disappointed look; it seemed that all the hopes were shattered. The manger continues

Manger: Due to some reasons, the government has decided to cancel but the financial program for the employee that was going to be announced

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tomorrow. We really cant help it, but its the only thing to be done now

The silence among the workers seemed to haunt the hall, the sky has fallen, the hopes and dreams had all been shattered, when suddenly a voice raised

Employee: government

But

sir,

dont

you

think

the

Manager interrupts

Manager: I am sorry; I really cant help it I said what I was told to say. I know it would hurt saying this, but good day!

As the manager stepped out of the hall every footstep left a never ending healing wound on Bashirs hopes. The world had almost come to an end, what would happen now was a big question mark. Without uttering a word, he put on his helmet and went to work.

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The thoughts were coming in his mind, the voices of his children echoed in his brain

Faizan: Food I am hungry Rizwan: Fee abba ji Faizan: Food Rizwan: Fee Aslam: Watch out Bashir, you will cut your hand off Bashir: Oh I Dont

And Bashir bursts into tears. He would not be able to give his children what they deserve

Situation 3 (Scenario: Home) Musharrafs era

Mr. Bashir finished all the work and now desperately waited for the 9 oclock news. What was the desperation for? Did something good was to be announced? Mr. Bashir switched the TV on, while his

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two children Faizan and Rizwan were emerged in some games

Faizan: Give me the ball, throw it here. Rizwan: No its mine, you always do this. Abba ji please stop him!

Faizan runs towards Rizwan so that he can snatch the ball from him, it was then the run was hindered by Bashirs voice

Bashir: Both of you stop it, come here, and sit with me. Tonight something special is to be broadcasted at the 9 oclock news Faizan: What special abba ji? Rizwan: Do they give us lots of, lots of toys?

Bashir hopelessly looked towards Rizwan and then a smile, a hope took the emotions Bashir: Yes, you can say something like that. It is something very special. It will change things for

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good forever, I told you that good days are about to come.

Both Faizan and Rizwan joined their father, the hope that their life was going to change was more enacting than adrenaline rush in a body. Mr. Bashir could feel that tranquility and composure, each word uttered by the speaker developed a hope and sense of relief in his mind. He hugged his two children and his eyes filled with happiness.

Situation 4 (Scenario: Home) Days went by, days changed to months and months to years but nothing changed. The hope has vanished, situations had deteriorated and now there remained not a single point to believe that the leader would do something for the common people. Mr Bashir and his sons are watching TV

News caster: The new government has tried its best and the country has progressed. The new malls, roads, hotels and all the luxurious places have never been seen before this era.

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(Yes, the country had progressed but just for the upper class of the country. Common people still suffered. miserable) Families like Mr. Bashirs remained

Rizwan: Abba ji you told us that we are going to get lot of toys, new uniform and all the things but when? When will things change father? Faizan: My teacher told me that I wont be allowed to sit in the class, if I dont have the book next time. Bashir: Just a few more days son and then

Rizwan cuts him in between, his words stuck and its so hard for a moment to breath.

Rizwan: But when abba ji? My friend got a new bag and we have been using the same bag from more than two years now. Dont you love us?

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Mr.Bashir couldnt speak; he finally managed to say something.

Bashir: You know son Im trying and I love you.

He couldnt speak much; he would have burst into tears if he had continued.

Bashir: I will be by the evening; I have kept food for you its there. (Pointing towards a table)

As he reaches the factory, he hears Rehman and Sohail talking about something unusual.

Rehman: Did you hear the news? How can they do this to us? I mean we have spent so many years in this factory and they just cant do this. Sohail: They have ruined everything. What will we do now? What about our families and children?

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Mr. Bashir stops by and joins the conversation

Bashir: You both look devastated, whats the matter?

Rehman stares at him wondering how Mr. Bashir doesnt know about this.

Rehman: Dont you know? I mean you really dont know anything. Sohail: Oh please Rehman! Stop playing with words now. Mr. Bashir Company has decided to shut the plant down and the factory too. It is heard that some politician has bought the factory and wants to build a five star hotel here. Bashir: How can they do this to us? Didnt they know about our loyalty for this factory, which has survived so many years? What are we suppose to do now?

After a little pause

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Bashir: When do they plan the shutdown?

Rehman with a disappointed expression

Rehman: This weekend Bashir: What? This weekend?

Mr. Bashir couldnt say a word now, the words echoed his ears, we will provide everyone with jobs, no one would be left unemployed, we will eradicate poverty and unemployment from this country, are you all with us? and the flashback ended, the fallacies turned out to be true. It seemed to him that his world has come to an end and hopes have shattered and his life has broken like shattered pieces of glass. Due to insulating circumstances he lost his job, safety of his home, the education of his children and was left helpless and destitute on the face of earth. His faith in God and religion had been questioned again and again but now he has lost hope forever and ultimately he decides to end his life.

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(INTERVAL)

Act 2
THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT

Scene: a vast open ground where everyone is standing, waiting for their turn to know whether they are going to heaven or hell. They all awaited and headed this moment throughout their lives. The silence is like a silence of a tomb. So quiet that you can even hear the sunshine warming the grass leaves. Everyone is present to account for their deeds. Whenever a name is called out people hold their breaths and exhale it in a rush. The wave of unease and dread haunts everyone. Now is the time of the judgment hearing of Bashir, a man who had committed the act of suicide. A person has implicated the politicians, the society and the surroundings for his grievous act. The angle calls out Bashirs name. Bashir walks in a dejected manner tired of everything and low on strength. Angel speaks with authority

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Angel: Bashir why do you think your actions are considered as an insult to Allah and His gifts bestowed upon you.

Bashir in a defeated manner

Bashir: My Lord, I cannot justify, what I did. I was a man of strong faith and belief; it was never my intention to take a drastic step. All I can say in my defense is that my starvation circumstances forced me to do it

Angel in a clarifying manner

Angel: Your decision was not a good one. You have destroyed the most precious gift of Allah, the gift of life. To me your actions surpass the actions of others

Bashir interrupts

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Bashir: But

The Angle silences him with a look, for he is disappointed in the acts of the followers of Holy Prophet (S.A.W). He states in a scolding tense to Bashir.

Angel: I believe the time for you to justify is not yet for what I need to know, but what other have to say for them.

The Angel turn towards the politicians implicated. There were those major culprits 1) Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, 2) Mian Nawaz Sharif, 3) General Pervaiz Mushraff. He calls out Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto for the first questioning for he was the beginner of the situation. Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto walks in front of everyone, wearing a suit of fine material. Each stitch oozed money. His gait was filled with confidence, as he was not afraid nut. The look in his eyes was of a deer caught in highlight.

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Angel: What you have to say for yourself?

Bhutto starts in a relaxed pose and says as if his fate does not depend upon it

Bhutto: Janab, what can I say? I said and did all those things which insured me the seat

The angel wears appalled expression but his tone didnt betray his emotions

Angel: So you think that your actions justify what you helped happen to the people of your country whom you swear to look after?

Bhutto in a superior way of his

Bhutto: I did what my conscious told me to do. I did allocated funds to fulfill my promise of rotti, kapra aur makaan but they were not given to

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people; for my office got corrupted by other rich people.

Angel flares up

Angel: You are just trying to shift your wrong actions on others, you were the head of the state, and you were to keep a look on your people and officers. You looked after your political aspiration and bank account without giving a thought to the poor.

Bhutto tries to interrupt

Bhutto: But janab

Angel stops him in between for he doesnt want to hear anymore

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Angel: That is it you can say nothing that contradicts your actions of the world. You were given power and you exploited those.

Angel now calls Mian Nawaz Shariff to be questioned.

Angel: What do you have to say for your part, in what happened there in the world?

Nawaz Sharif stands there with his signature Shalwar Kameez, with a black waist coat. Sweat beaded his bald head and upper lips, for he knows that this is the one and only time he can save himself

He speaks in an explanatory manner

Nawaz: Well, what can I say, I tried my level best, but both of the times people could not take in my reforms and removed me from my post. First, it was the daughter of Bhutto and then it was a lion in sheep clothing Musharraf

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Angel replies with a clarifying accent

Angel: You are not here to implicate others, but to clarify your name and justify your actions. You mean to tell me that in all of your time you could not do one good thing, which helped the people through this issue.

Nawaz goes in a defensive tone

Nawaz: Sir, 16 Crore Awam, sorry, I meant that when you have such a large number of people to look after, you have to take into account that all of them are not going to be benefitted. Some will be neglected as collateral damage

Angel has a tinge of horror in his voice

Angel: You mean that just because they were too large in number you and your number could not

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look after them. We look after the entire world. Not only humans, but plants and animals as well and none of them is neglected, everyone is given their due attention.

Nawaz in a sarcastic tone

Nawaz: Sir, we are not like you, or even have the resources to make everyone follow our commands

Angel replies in an understanding Manner Angel: You are Ashraf-ul-makhluqat! You have been given a standard above us angels and verily Allah never burdens a soul beyond his capacity. You were a self-centered man thats why you were unable to help the suffering.

Nawaz goes into offensive tone

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Nawaz: Well how am I to know that one measly person would not be able to take in the pressure of time and go down under it

Angel goes on in a scolding tone

Angel: The question is not whether he went down or not. The question is why did you created such circumstances that lead to such drastic measures and he was not the only one.

Nawaz says in a relaying manner

Nawaz: Well, you see, it was not me alone. I had to do things the way I did them. My colleagues were of the opinion that when we have enough resources, then we will tackle the problem. Angel: And when you had the funds? Nawaz: Well that was kind of difficult for when we had the funds we had other issues to look after, so, there previous issues were left behind

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Angel says in a tone as if now he is getting a picture

Angel: I see, you have nothing but lame explanation to your atrocious behavior. We are so disappointed. Your future will be decided after hearing to Pervaiz Musharraf

The Angel calls Musharraf to come in front. He comes wearing his army uniform, believing that his snake charm and uniform will get him out of this. He does not look worried but he knows there is going to be a penance this time Angel begins questions

Angel: Well, Mr. Musharraf what do you have to say for your conduct. You lived a lavish life on the expense of the lives of these oppressed people. God gave you the opportunity to serve your people and earn your way up to the heavens. But you did the opposite.

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Musharraf raise his hands in explanation

Musharraf: Dekhye Je, I have no regrets for what I did. I did whatever I could for the betterment of my country.

Angel raises his voice in shock,

Angel: Well then how do you explain the suicide of people like Bashir in your country?

Musharraf goes in a relaying tone

Musharraf: I did my best but then I guess people were too busy in calling me a dictator for no reason. How could I have done anything for these people? Angel: You have no remorse for your deeds!

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Musharraf replies with ridicule in his voice

Musharraf: Dekhye je if I had started looking distressed for each and every individual then my head would have been bald

Angel says in disgust

Angel: Your attitude is disgusting and your boldness in such a matter turns my stomach. Stand there on side and wait for your judgment.

Musharaff walks away and stands aside to await his judgment. Angel calls Bashir once again to tell him his judgment. Bashir walks in front with remorse etched in his every feature, guilt riding his shoulders and sorrow heavy on his soul. He stands there head about and shoulder dropped.

Angel starts speaking in a loud and clear voice.

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Angel: All that is clear to us is that you gave up hope on your Allah who had promised to look after you and committed suicide. No doubt your life was hard, but that world was a test in which you failed. Just because you did that you left your children alone in the world to either swim or drown in their fate. You not only destroyed your own life but also the lives of your children. You were not a good father! You abandoned your children by killing yourself. They became criminals, thieves, and murderers. You caused your whole lineage to roast in hell and so will you. Your penance will never come to an end because suicide was religiously and morally wrong

Angel: Case dismissed!

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