تیری دنیا سے ہو کے مجبور چلا …
میں بهت دور، بهت دور، بہت دور چلا …
The English translation of the above verse is:’… I am leaving your selfish world, in distress and helpless… that I am going too far, too far, too far’
‘A wise traveller never despises his own country-‘ Goldoni, Pamela
My digital exposure. Red Metro bus with intimidating clouds in skies.
(Part 2) There are many ways to enter in the swimming pool, stairs is not one of them. That job seeking passenger left the Metro leaving me wanting to make acquaintances with a young man in a branded logo T – Shirt and with non – branded sneakers, captured the seat next to me. The man who actually deserved this vacant seat miscalculated his footsteps standing since long also missed the opportunity capturing the seat in question. Float your imagination my phrase of swimming pool is accurate here or irrelevant making readers clear entering with all wits alert to capture a seat with opportunity.
Seeing a bright coloured fancy T – Shirt of the man made me look tempting to purchase it myself. Now, I started planning to find an excuse to start conversation with him. This time, my cheap old camera around my neck made no impressions on the young man. I felt my whole disposition being a senior passenger, was compromised. This was, perhaps was most difficult decision for me to make in years.
بات کرنی مجھے مشکل کبھی ایسی تو نہ تھی …
جیسی اب ہے تیری محفل کبھی ایسی تو نہ تھی …
Folks, lo, miracles do happen. The young man asked all by his own initiative whether I was keeping a mobile phone and its network signals were active or not. At this moment I felt blessed more than any one among the all passengers in this Metro. The young man, call it ‘M’, as he introduced himself was going to a mobile repair shop as his mobile was not giving him proper service. I immediately showed positive replies never wanted to lose this opportunity to talk to him finding the shop from where he purchased the T – Shirt, center of all this crisis.
Now I was following my heart but at the same time losing my mind, still to decide a cultured way to ask the question. The gap between our ages was so vast like between earth and the moon. This bullshit question might ruin my once in life time opportunity provided in a Metro. I also knew the fact that the knowledge will give me power (discovering the price of T – Shirt) but might also close my short lived relationship with this young man forever.
All I wanted was to own this kind of T – Shirt myself to obtain a style where on lookers may not ask me who I am but should assume my personality without having to ask me who I am.
Dear friends, like any flop of a soap opera in Fox entertainment, please wait for the next part to find out how talented I performed achieving my target…