It's extraordinary how a subject grows into governing a certain period of your life.
Just yesterday it was,
"Sana ko to MBBS ka shauq hai," Amma would say.
"Beta, khoob mehnat karna, medical college mein barhi percentage honi lazmi hai."
"Allah kamiyab karay bachun ko bus," Khala would say.
"Haan, saray bachhay barhay parhnay walay hain, Allah roshan mustaqbil day, achay colleges mein dakhila de, Ameen."
"Beta, ab so jao, bohat raat ho gaee hai," Amma would tell me to go to bed during an all-nighter before the exam.
"88%? 90% kiyun nahi aee?" Abba would gently question.
"Bachun kay exam ho rahay thay kaheen nikalna hi nahi howa," some auntie in the family would say.
Today, things have grown into something like,
"Saria ki mark sheet agaee hai," Mania said.
"To main kya karun?" I replied.
"Jao aur le kar aao, aur kiya," Hanif said with a teasing tone.
"Main aisa koi kaam nahi karnay wali," I refused.
"Kiyun? Tumharay to susrali hain wahan, bhag bhag kar jaya karo," Hanif so had a grin.
"Hadd hoti hai, Mamu, hadd hoti hai," I slapped my forehead for the fiftieth time today.
"Kiyun? Aram se jana aur baghair kisi jhamelay kay mark sheet le aana," he kept on going.
"Astaghfirullah, yaar mainay aaj tak dekha tak nahi hai usay, maaf kar dein mujhay."
"Haan beta, aisay hi hota hai, dekhta dikhata kon hai?" He was amused all right.
"Kiya hai masla aap kay saath, aap mujhay ye bata-ein, aur main nahi kar rahi us se shadi wadi," I walked out of the room.
"Hahahaha," I heard him laugh.
Yes, as annoying as it may sound, the purpose of life is Shaadi. Shaadi an event after which you will go back to being an ordinary human being living your different but still one heck of a dull life.
Haven't I seen Nadia? So, she got married, she moved in with us, she had a baby.
Now what?
She stays at home, cooks one meal a day, would indulge in her phone and then a little in television, watch the Kaam Wali do her baby's dirty clothes, she'll pick up an argument with Hanif and then they won't talk neither have dinner together, then Hanif would just take us all out and things will be fine, the cycle repeats every now and then.
How nice!
Okay. So, you are going to live a dull life anyway, why not get married and live one?
Fine. I get that, but why make it so dramatic?
People who treated you as a person have change of ideas. You are a park now.
"Aray aap bhi aeeye na," Amma had said to the next door neighbor who had sent someone to meet us.
"Nahi, bachi ghabra jaegi, easy feel nahi karegi," I heard her say.
Wow! I mean that's really nice of her.
Luckily, August has passed and they couldn't wait until next year.
"Mera MBBS?"
"Haan, haan, tumhain parhnay se kon roak raha hai?"
Sure, I believe that.
Grow up, beta. Grow up.
Shabash.
Just yesterday it was,
"Sana ko to MBBS ka shauq hai," Amma would say.
"Beta, khoob mehnat karna, medical college mein barhi percentage honi lazmi hai."
"Allah kamiyab karay bachun ko bus," Khala would say.
"Haan, saray bachhay barhay parhnay walay hain, Allah roshan mustaqbil day, achay colleges mein dakhila de, Ameen."
"Beta, ab so jao, bohat raat ho gaee hai," Amma would tell me to go to bed during an all-nighter before the exam.
"88%? 90% kiyun nahi aee?" Abba would gently question.
"Bachun kay exam ho rahay thay kaheen nikalna hi nahi howa," some auntie in the family would say.
Today, things have grown into something like,
"Saria ki mark sheet agaee hai," Mania said.
"To main kya karun?" I replied.
"Jao aur le kar aao, aur kiya," Hanif said with a teasing tone.
"Main aisa koi kaam nahi karnay wali," I refused.
"Kiyun? Tumharay to susrali hain wahan, bhag bhag kar jaya karo," Hanif so had a grin.
"Hadd hoti hai, Mamu, hadd hoti hai," I slapped my forehead for the fiftieth time today.
"Kiyun? Aram se jana aur baghair kisi jhamelay kay mark sheet le aana," he kept on going.
"Astaghfirullah, yaar mainay aaj tak dekha tak nahi hai usay, maaf kar dein mujhay."
"Haan beta, aisay hi hota hai, dekhta dikhata kon hai?" He was amused all right.
"Kiya hai masla aap kay saath, aap mujhay ye bata-ein, aur main nahi kar rahi us se shadi wadi," I walked out of the room.
"Hahahaha," I heard him laugh.
Yes, as annoying as it may sound, the purpose of life is Shaadi. Shaadi an event after which you will go back to being an ordinary human being living your different but still one heck of a dull life.
Haven't I seen Nadia? So, she got married, she moved in with us, she had a baby.
Now what?
She stays at home, cooks one meal a day, would indulge in her phone and then a little in television, watch the Kaam Wali do her baby's dirty clothes, she'll pick up an argument with Hanif and then they won't talk neither have dinner together, then Hanif would just take us all out and things will be fine, the cycle repeats every now and then.
How nice!
Okay. So, you are going to live a dull life anyway, why not get married and live one?
Fine. I get that, but why make it so dramatic?
People who treated you as a person have change of ideas. You are a park now.
"Aray aap bhi aeeye na," Amma had said to the next door neighbor who had sent someone to meet us.
"Nahi, bachi ghabra jaegi, easy feel nahi karegi," I heard her say.
Wow! I mean that's really nice of her.
Luckily, August has passed and they couldn't wait until next year.
"Mera MBBS?"
"Haan, haan, tumhain parhnay se kon roak raha hai?"
Sure, I believe that.
Grow up, beta. Grow up.
Shabash.
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