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Life Vs Destiny

Posted: April 6, 2015 in Expressions, Life
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live vs destinyIt was a heart wrenching incident, and it sill ponders my heart when I think of it. Life is so uncertain, it could betray almost anyone, no matter if one is at the pink of age or at the brink of being aged. At least for Afzal, it was definitely a gory moment. A sturdy, tall, handsome, vivacious lad in his twenties, Afzal was a local student, but had his friends in the boarding as well. A sportsperson, a meritorious, student, a Robinhood for the needful, a person with happy-go-lucky nature, he donned many avatars. But, it was destined to happen!

Scene 1

The story unfolds in a hostel room of a world famous University. Afzal, with his friends, were in Imran’s room. The conversation between them was going on:

Afzal: Let’s go Imran bhai, it will be fun.

Imran: No dear, I have to study. M.D is not that cakewalk.

Afzal: (Still Adamant): It is just the matter of few hours, it’s 2 PM now, we will be back hopefully by 7-8 PM.

Imran:  A physically challenged person who walks on the support of a crutch, what will I do on your hunting tour. I can’t even run.

Afzal:  You just accompany us. Keep sitting in the Jeep, you won’t be bothered. Faisal and Nawaz will also be there with us. We will all enjoy.

Imran: Please for God sake, forgive me. I can’t go with you.

Afzal: You will have to agree with me. I won’t hear your arguments any more. You are coming with us and that’s final.

Imran: Ok dear, You won, I lost. Let’s go.

Afzal: Great! This has to be the spirit. Don’t worry, In Sha Allah, we will be back by the evening.

life vs destinyAfzal somehow manages to convince Imran to go with him to the picnic spot near a popular dam, around 25 kms far from the university campus. The place was a quiet, calm and soothing one, all gifted with natural surrounds. A better part of it consisted of wild animals and birds; the reason why enthusiasts like Afzal wanted to go there for hunting.

Scene 2

Asif, Sharib, Sayeed, and Waqar, all were there in the room. It was a big room, with a roof that takes you in the bygone era of the British Empire, and the same goes with the ceiling fan. Pin drop silence was a rare occasion in that otherwise cheerful place. Ultimately, one of them breaks the ice.

Sharib: I wonder why Imran bhai agreed to go. But who is this guy, Afzal? I have never seen him earlier.

Asif: He is one of his friends. Don’t you know Imran bhai is a VIP. He has his connections in almost half of the university (Everyone gave a half-hearted smile). Suddenly, Jamal enters the room.

Jamal: I am just coming from the proctor office. They have lodged a complaint with the police.

Waqar: Complaint? For what.

Jamal: For Imran bhai, going missing. I told them that he went to the dam in the afternoon with some of his friends, but has not returned since then. It is already 10 PM.

Sayeed: So what next?

Jamal: The Inspector wants two of his roommates to accompany him to the dam to find Imran bhai, along with few university officials.

Few minutes later, Asif and Sharib are all set to move on in the Police jeep, when suddenly one of the Police staff informed that all but one people reported missing are back. The two almost competed in a race to reach their room. As they reached the finishing point, they saw Imran bhai surrounded by many. In fact, the entire room was engrossed by several known and unknown people; it was indeed a big room. Sharib steered his way to Imran in the pursuit of grabbing the latter’s attention.

Sharib: Imran bhai, what happened, why it took so long for you to return? Is everything fine? Where is Imran? The police told us that there is still one left at that place? Please tell, what happened?

Imran (Breaks silence): I have no words to speak, I am speechless.

Imran starts describing to all what happened during the few past hours near that dam.

Scene 3

life vs destinyThe friends have arrived at the decided spot, and are enjoying, unaware of the uncanny situation that is about to happen in next few moments.

Afzal: Imran bhai what a lovely place, isn’t it? We have finally reached here, thank God. We will stay here till evening. We will shoot some Sparrows or Grey Francolins as well, if we come across any. Then we will return.

Imran: As you wish, but please don’t involve me, I am better off sitting in the jeep. You enjoy the day with Nawaz and Faisal.

Afzal takes out the gun from the jeep and goes out for a hunting spree along with other friends. Suddenly he sees a Grey Francolin sitting on a tree.

Faisal: Afzal, look at that, a Grey Francolin.

Afzal: Where?

Faisal: There on the top branch of that tree. In fact, there is a pair.

Nawaz: Let’s go for it Afzal. It’s a damn good opportunity.

Afzal: Ok.

life vs destinyAfzal was a multi-talented person. Flawless shooting was another of his qualities. He aims at one of the birds and BANG! The bullet hits right on the target. One of the bird fell down, and the other flew away.

Afzal: See Faisal, I did it.

Faisal: Yes dear, I know you are a sharp shooter. (Smiles)

Afzal: That I am, for sure. (Smiles)

Nawaz: But the bird has fallen down in the pound. We could not pick her up.

Afzal: Don’t worry, she is right here. I will take her out.

Nawaz: Afzal, leave it. We don’t know the depth of this pond, and it looks quite swampy as well. Hence, I would suggest not entering it.

Afzal almost neglects the warning from both the friends and walks his way to the middle of the pound, to pick the shot bird. His friends keep on warning him against the possible danger. Imran also sees Afzal’s daring from the jeep, and yells right from his place.

Imran: Don’t risk your life!!!

Afzal hears none. He just moves ahead, reaches the mid of the pound and manages to pick up the bird. So far so good. However, as he turns back and tries to return to his friends, he suddenly loses his ground. His legs start plunging deep within, as if someone his pulling them from beneath the pond.

His friends become worried on seeing him disappearing. They start trying out ways to pull him life vs destinyout. Faisal threw a branch of a tree he found nearby. It was long enough to reach Afzal, but not strong enough to bear his load, and breaks in between.

Imran was also quick to come to the place with the support of his crutch. But he could do little to save him from the swampy pond. Afzal got loosened the hold of bird from his hand and started pleading to his friends for rescue.

Afzal: Imran Bhai!!! Faisal!!! Nawaz!!!  Please do something, please save me. I don’t want to die so early.

Faisal and Nawaz, both took their turns to save Afzal. They even reached that closed to him in the marshy area that looks like a pond from the surface. Unfortunately, they were compelled to recede with the fear of being drowned down themselves. Imran, despite wanting to do everything to snatch his friend from the jaws of death, could do nothing. Every moment, Afzal continues to sink deeper and deeper………and deeper……and finally…Disappears.

life vs destinyAll his friends went speechless, a silence surrounded the atmosphere. Suddenly, they regained their conscious and called up the local people to help them out. The search operations were difficult to carry out in the night. Finally all of them were escorted to their destinations by the local police. Imran went to his room, from where he narrated all that gory incident, as it happened. The entire room went silent.

The Other day

Rescue operations resumed the very next morning. Cranes and professional swimmers were approached to find Imran inside that pond, and in the lake nearby. After full day of hard work, Imran was finally found, but DEAD, in the lake. Inside his socks, he carried a rope, and his pricey boots had a knife fitted in the sole of one of them. He didn’t think even once of these helping accessories during his struggle with life that he always carried when on hunting. Absolutely, Death was destined for him.

life vs destinyHis cremation ceremony included everyone from, rich to poor, students to professors, old to young, and more. Such was his connection with people from all the walks of life. But, they could only pray for his life thereafter, couldn’t bring him back. It was destined to him.

(N.B: The story is based on a true incident that took place more than a decade ago. The conversations however have been created to support the story, they are not real. The names of all the characters have also been hidden purposefully).


Expressions-Sarcasm(sar·casm : /ˈsärˌkazəm/: The use of irony to mock or convey contempt. Synonyms: irony)

People use me to express their hatred and jealousy against others. I am an unfortunate word and mostly uttered by the lovers of nuisance. As an irony, I am not alone ruling over the world of detestation; derision, scorn, disdain, cynicism and many of my other siblings equally share the space with me and make the lives of victims no less than hell, still all is well.

I am the witness to countless sufferers of atrocities who get nothing in the name of compensation but me. No wonder if they are undergoing intense pain, bleeding, or are even close to dying, the mean world is too busy accomplishing their own goals and scorning, leaving the affected ones crying. There is no community more criminal and heinous than the powerful and mighty ones for they don’t regret massacres and come up clean, holding the hapless fellows as accused instead. Even I bend down my eyes with shame and dejection, seeing all those felonies being forced on those who otherwise should have been given the protection.

Often, people seek my favor out of frustration as they fail to match the level of the wise fellows around them. Finding no way to get out, they simply create sheer irritation and make a mockery of all those so-called successful idiots annoying them. Mostly, losers are my best takers since they qualify all these virtues, and not surprisingly, I tend to find such dignitaries in almost every nook and cranny of the world. To my amuse, sometimes even mindful people tend to lose their minds and allow me to let them unwind.

I know that for my existence, it is important for such anti-social miscreants to breath till as long as possible. But seeing the plight of the tortured ones who bear the wrath of these heartless people sometimes by force and the other times by words, I wish I wouldn’t have taken birth. But if not me, then there would have been someone else playing my role as all of my other siblings keep on doing throughout the world, annoying to the worst, destroying innocent hearts.

Never Under Estimate AnyoneThis dates back to my academic days, some 7 years ago. The incident happened in front of me, though owing to considerable lapse of time, now I remember only parts of it. Anyways, whatever it was, am trying to compile it here. Most of the words written here were exchanged exactly and the rest ones I have written myself, yet making utmost attempt to keep the originality intact. Hope you get the intended message.

I was on a shared auto on my way from college (in the outskirts) to the city area. There were two of my college mates from a different course to accompany me. And apart from the three of us, sat this gentleman, who looked not so old but definitely old-fashioned, probably in his late 50’s. After covering few miles, the eldest of us started the conversation, which was later joined by the other two . I preferred to don the role of a silent spectator throughout their dialogues.

The old man: Aap log IMS mein parhte hain (Do you guys study in IMS)?

First student: Haan (Yes).

The old man: Waha to fees baht zyaada hoti hai. (They charge too much amount as tuition fee).

Second student: Kuch khaas nahi, kareeb 1 lakh saal bhar ka (Not much, around 1 lakh annually).

First student: Par hamare liye koi badi baat nahi hai, hamare baap ke paas baht hai. (But it’s not that big deal for us, our fathers have plenty of money).

Baap is the Hindi translation of father, but is also often used as a slang term.

Both the students gave a sheepish smile to each other, as if they are the worst ever spoilt brats existing in the world till date. The old man maintained silence as if feeling somewhat out of place. But after a little pause, he restarted the conversation.

The old man: Aap log kaun si parhai karte hain (Which course do you guys study?)

Though I hardly knew them but since they were of my college, so I had a rough idea that they were B.Tech or B.Sc students. They too answered the same, but in a manner that could well be deemed as insulting to almost anyone.

First student: Hum log science parhte hain (We study science).

He didn’t mention the exact stream.

The old man: Wo to theek hai par kis course mein hain? (That’s alright, but in which course).

He exactly wanted to ask the stream in which they studied, like B.Tech, B.Sc. MCA, etc.

Second student (Who by now got irritated by the old man): Taaau, tumhaare samajh mein nahi aayega.  Bus itna samajh lo ki science parhte hain. (You won’t understand that uncle, we study science and that is enough for you to know).

Taau is again often used as a slang term in Hindi, though in real, it refers to the elder brother of one’s father

It seemed as if that statement from one of those students was the height of nuisance, which was enough to infuriate the old man. Now he parted ways with his native language and to the surprise of all of us, started speaking in English.

The old man: Okay, you are the students of science. So could you please tell me, what is the definition of science?

That statement in a decent English fluency left me stunned and those guys, clueless. They got dumb fold.

The old man: Come on! Tell me. What is the definition of science?

The two guys still remained numb and under grave shock.

The old man (again): This is the problem with you people from the new generation. You are nothing but spoiled brats, wasting the money of your parents, full of attitude and have no respect for elders. Is this what you have been taught, Ham science parthe hain (We study science). Badtameezi ki bhi had hoti hai (There is a limit to disrespect).

I came here to submit the fees of my son who has taken admission in your college in B.Tech computer science. I asked about your streams to know if you are also from the same course, so that I could request you to be friends with my son. He is new to this place. But arrogant people like you can never be friends with anyone.

Both the students preferred to maintain pin drop silence as if someone has stolen their kidneys and they couldn’t wait mourning about it.

The old man: You thought me to be a poor old illiterate man, how come he would know about technical terms. I admit that am not that well educated but have enough of knowledge and know a little bit to communicate in English as well.

I know, most of the people of your generation don’t care to take advises from their elders. But still, I would like to say, “Never underestimate anyone”.

Amid all these heated conversation, finally we arrived at the destination and stepped down to go to our respective routes. But that one liner advice got a permanent space in my mind, and is there even now. (Though it was intended for the other two passengers).  Indeed, Never Underestimate Anyone.

Expressions-MercyI am a good expression to own but unfortunately, I have too few takers in this egotist world, full of revenge and vengeance. I have been denied with my true essence since ages, be it during the stone age or during the reign of gigantic empires. But still, I was way better in those times than I am now. People nowadays are more cruel, ruthless, heartless and emotionless. They forget my existence in entirety as if I have been burnt alive along with innocent people in a heinous communal riot. Yes, I am selfless, but helpless Mercy.

I could hardly find any incidence when I really rejoiced a smile baring few. The prominent of those was when Alexander the Great eschewed killing the brave King Porus and even asked him to continue ruling the kingdom despite the latter being defeated. Most of the other times that I see myself being honored is when a mother forgives her child in the hope that the kid would grow as a better human being.

But unfortunately, these humans are not so innocent any more. They do grow, but alongside, tend the others around them to be suppressed, overpowered and overshadowed. They tease, torture, molest and even kill others around them, but never commit the mistake to let the affected ones go. Sometimes in the name of terrorism, the other times in the name of extremism, at times due to religion, and other times, owing to false honor, I keep on facing the wrath of these atrocious creatures now and then. Amid all that violence, I could only wish that my existence be helpful to those innocent people who are made the scapegoat owing to circumstances.

Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, and so forth, I die uncountable deaths, yet live up to die again and again and again. But I fail to enter the good books of the mighty, because they don’t believe in books at all. Whatever they say is the verdict, wherever they go is the destination. There is none to stop them, none to halt them. Poor fellows, they are too arrogant and aggressive to realize that they would also become weak n feeble someday and would be overpowered by someone else like them, much more powerful than them.

I Know am good and hold the tendency to bring huge respite to all and sundry but good things are rare. Indeed, life is precious-one saved life infuses vivacity to the entire generation. To the contrary, one lost life paralyzes the entire kith and kin. Hence, no wonder that I always appreciate the efforts of forgiveness from the mighty ones as by doing this, they just make it sure that humanity is still alive. But such soft-hearted fellows are very few in this otherwise mean world.

I am anxiously waiting for the day when the residents of this world would understand the real meaning of forgiveness. Indeed, to err is to human and to forgive is divine. But unfortunately, none here is interested to imbibe that divine power, not for a single moment. Still, I will wait for that day…!

Mohammad Atif Expresssions-SmileWith me as your major asset, you can win millions of hearts and if you are from the fairer sex then we both together can drive crazy, zillions of flirts. I am the zeal on your face that opens up an error free happiness file and let others to accompany you till at least a mile- No prizes for guessing that I am the expression that you produce by broadening your lusty and sometimes dry lips- Yes am Smile.
If you don me while in an interview, you simply win half of the battle and perhaps can avoid the bullets from your boss’s mouth that otherwise acts as a gun barrel.

Just use me once and see how hard-hearted bow down to your wish, and who knows even your spouse may come out with a surprise dish. I am among the most precious gifts from the almighty that everyone wants to own, still some can’t bear me due to some fear unknown. You should have made umpteen efforts to see me on the faces of your dear ones and it definitely makes you feel proud. But if you move one step forward and try to chin up at least of those dejected faces in the crowd, you will make even me proud. I help you get rid of tears and let you be free from fears. I tend to burst you with peals of laughter and spread even faster than the speed of a helicopter. I am independent of language barrier and hold this unmistakable tendency to make your lives much more steadier.

I enhance the appearance of a senile person who aspires to walk the whole world alone, and accompany the dreams of an ambitious child who seeks to conquer so far an unexplored zone. I run out of words when someone proposes my beholder for a lifelong stroll or when a nuptial tie between two lovebirds binds them together in one soul. I come without notice when someone presses a ticklish bone and feel blessed when a work gets recognized by a personality which is well-known.

While there are so many admirers of mine, mind you that I often cross the deceptive line. People around the world are mean enough to use me for unethical possessions; they don’t mind mixing me with flattering words to satisfy their cruel intentions. Some even go further and play the blame game by merely flaunting me as a dominant mode of deception. But I hope you are not among those undesired creations and further hold this most coveted wish that the world be sanctified and full of innocent emotions.

Whenever you feel sad, just adopt me and see how I change your system’s corrupted file, for am yours forever- the everlasting Smile!