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....Mein
Ne Socha Na Tha
" Uff
Kenza, it's enough. I'm your best friend, but you treat me like
I'm your worst enemy or something." A cute girl in her
early twenties kept the waxing kit on the dressing table. She
looked like a kind person, as much as people can 'look' kind
" Hehe, you forgot Shaheera, you are my room-mate too.
" Kenza replied, brushing her above-shoulder
length bob-cut hairs . "The only thing I'm objecting about is
that you begin to make your eye brows , wrists and blah blah,
almost every other day "
"It's
none of your business…. I do what I feel for myself " Feeling frustrated
and angry, Shaheera sat on her bed.
" That's funny" Kenza turned her face to glance at
her friend..
" First you say I'm your best friend, then on the other side
you say its none of my business, okay as you wish " Kenza was now
smiling knowingly in a teasing mood.
" Oh Kenza you always make me mad and bad and sad, you know
all my weaknesses " Shaheera was now almost about to
cry.
" Heyyy, Shaheera… " Leaving her work,
Kenza rose from her place and sat beside Shaheera. " What got into you,
hmm?" Kenza just couldn't see tears in her best
friend's eyes.
" You know what Shaheera … " Kenza reached out
and gently smoothed her friend's hair back from her face. " You're really a crazy girl,
infact stupid. You are entering twenty first century now and yet
you are acting in a such ultra-senstitive and extra
self-conscious manner. Friend don’t be so extra-careful
about yourself. Besides your apparent features, you have alot of
other things to attract and impress other people. "
Kenza
knew that Shaheera had always been so touchy and moody and ultra
conscious about herself.
" Infact you are married now, I mean your Nikaah has been
done and with in couple of years your rukhsati is going to take
place. Think about your husband, he will surely take advantage of
your so touch-me-not nature."
She
took a tissue fromthe tissue box and handed it to Shaheera.
" Oh my God. " Shaheera's eyes widened. " Kenza don’t you ever
get tired of hating guys? even if he's a hubby of your best
friend ??" Sometimes even Shaheera felt confused about
Kenza for being so opposite to opposite sex.
" Well…. you just don’t know how clever all guys
are," Kenza shrugged her shoulders carefreely. " Even after marriage their
flirtatious nature gets even more worse and they don’t
forgive even other married women. Believe it or not, if your
hubby is somewhere with you and some pretty girl comes in his
view, he will not care about any one except to take a detailed
look of the girl, not caring about the feelings and emotions of
you and such husbands always get so pissed off, when they see
their women talking with some other guy…." Kenza said in a
cold, harsh tone.
" How do you know all this ? " Shaheera raised her brows.
" Okay,
its not personal experience but its observation and experienced
thingie and above all it's truth " Kenza said evenly. " I'm mature and honest about
my feelings and thinking, So I can understand the difference
between sweet 'fantasies' and bitter ' facts ' of life,
that’s all" Kenza was as talkative like always.
" Oh Allah, Kenza, why don't you pay attention to any one
around you, " Shaheera said thickly. " Why do you always apply
your own opinions to other people forcefully ?"
" You will see it yourself after your Rukhsati. One day your
hubby will not find even twenty minutes to have some coffee with
you" Kenza smiled .
" Oh Kenza stop it please, for God sake..and I don’t
wanna hear any thing about my hubby. I love Raza very much and he
loves me too"
" Love ?? eh?? Kenza laughed sarcastically." Ahhh, what a joke. That's
the biggest fake disease of the world. My dear, love is
nothing.....just physical attraction, that’s all. Its not an
innocent or holy passion as its supposed to be, I have seen
hundreds of love marriages endingup in failures, so even if it's
really some thing then its not eternal…it's just a way to
pass time, specially for guys to make innocent gals fool by
flirting, loving, liking or whatever… "
Shaheera didn't say anything at first. Though, for her Kenza's attitude and opinion about love was not new for her, but she sensed that it was getting even more blunt day by day. "
" Tell
you what, " Kiran added. " I ' hate' , ' love ' and I think of
myself as the luckiest person of the world that I've never been
in love and I'm sure I won't love anyone........ever " Kenza's belief was
unshake l like always.
As
she spoke continously, Shaheera listened to her with patience,
waiting for her turn.
" Okay… but let me tell you one thing Kenza…
" Now, it was Shaheera's turn to express her
view. "
Always remember, there will be a day, when you will find yourself
what this love is all about. Infact love is something which can
change any person at any time. There're many people who would
never have been in love if they had never heard love spoken of,
aand of course remember that we are shaped and fashioned by what
we love." Like always Shaheera tried her best to
convince her best friend, though she knew there was no use.
" You mean I can fall in love?? " Kenza laughed .
" Of course…" Shaheera smiled
soberly.
" If you are human, you can fall in love. Real love which is
felt only by those people who are sensitive, mature and believe
on passions and human spiritual and eternal values. No wonder one
day you will feel a very weird pleasurable pain right in your
heart, a sweet burning sensation. Every morning, after you wake
up and every night before sleep, you will talk with yourself,
thinking of no body but ' Him'. Suddenly you will feel that world
has become so beautiful for you. It will look like that every
thing around you is smiling. You will miss your beloved and lover
every where and yet you will see him every where. Well, to be
loved by someone and to love some one really is the greatest gift
of God given to humans as their natural instinct. If somebody
doesn't care or feel about this, I really feel bad about that
person ….and……" Shaheera could talk
on her favourite topic for centuries, but Kenza interrupted.
"Just keep your childish teen-age philosophies limited to
yourself, please…" Kenza 's temper was
losing now. " All this stuff you said about love or
whatever only means two things. "
" Ahaan, and what's that ? " Shaheera's brows tilted questioningly.
"
Either you've been reading women's digests too much or watching
lots of romntic movies these days. " Kenza said, combing
her hands through her thick dark brown hair.
" Well its useless to argue with you, but I don’t have
to worry about any thing when I know that ……." Shaheera stopped
herself. Now it was her turn, to tease Kenza.
" Oh yes, let me complete your sentence" Kenza laughed, and then both of
them screamed simultaneously, laughing,
" Husbands hotey hi aisey hain "
" Hey, oh shit. It's getting late, let's packup. Be quick,
dad told me that he's got our seats reserved for five p.m Karachi
flight. And only two hours are left now. Wiith all that heavy
traffic of Lahore, not whole of the Lahore is Model town or
Gulburg you know ! " Kenza smiled, as they both began to
wind up things, putting their stuff in suit-cases.
" So are you sure ? you are gonna win that final? " Shaheera gave her a
concerned look. "
don’t take it so easy dear. That guy is not an easy dish.
You must not forget that just like you, he's the top most debator
of his province."
Shaheera
was worried, as she looked towards Kenza who was giving final
touches to her make-up, applying blush-on over her already pink
cheeks.
" Kenza never gives up, nor does she lose" Kenza replied in a
proud tone, while giving eye shade to her eye lids which encased
her light brown eyes beautifully.
" Would you mind giving my favourite maroon lipstick
shaheera? " Without turning to her, Kiran asked.
Smiling, Shaheera gave her the lipstick.
" Why're you smiling. " Kiran was confused.
" I was thinking about what you said. You, hate love. Pretty interesting, isn't it ? "
" Yeah, whatever. " Turning back to the mirror, Kiran resumed her job.
" I'm afraid for you,
my Kiran. " Shaheera's voice had now acquired a serious
tone."
As you hate love, there might be some day, when your love will
hate you. "
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The
auditorium of hotel Pearl Continental Karachi was fully loaded
with hundreds of people, including students of karachi University
and Lahore university of management Sciences (LUMS). Press
photographers, university officials, Chief Minister as a chief
guest and other government officials were also there, waiting
anxiously for this most awaited and interesting competition to
begin. Every seat was occupied, and even the galleries and
concrete borders were jammed with chattering youths, their
spirits lifted by the thought of upcoming, thrilling event.
All of this arrangement was in connection with the final of Inter
university ' Cross-Talk Speech' Competition of Pakistan.
Two months back this competition had started at provincial level,
selecting and rejecting hundreds of competitors.
And so today, it was the final between the last two most selected
and remaining cream competitors…
One was a female from Lums, Lahore, Miss Kenza Shaheryaar .
And
the other one was a male, from Karachi university, department. of
public administration. His name was Daniyal Ahmed !"
And the
topic of the competition was not the least interesting either,
"
Who would be the superior sex in twenty first century? Male or
Female ?"
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