hola people, thanks a lot for your feedback..so here is another page from sahir miyan's diary...he wrote this page after his fashion show was ruined and his head survived a jhumroo attack 😉 please do leave your comments...and chappals are also welcome if it is not good enough... 😆
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Dear Diary,
eid Mubarak my friend...you are becoming the sharer of my loneliness, just like once you used to share my dream...too bad you are just an object not a living person, wait its better actually...so yeah eid is here.. with so many expectations and catastrophic situations... eid...remember how it used to be the most awaited moment of year...how I loved everything about it...but today it was just another day...or well it was supposed to be just another day with addition of another feather in the cap of saiyaara but it turned out to be a big disaster...
yeah, zaki showed up drunk seconds before getting the post of VP...so typical of him ,I am so disappointed...and as if it wasn't enough so the window-seat-stealer magically appeared in the glass case with jahanaara's dress...I expected this fashion show to be PERFECT...like a dream of open eyes..because saiyaara itself is a dream...my dream...the only thing I have left to hold on...
they call me "the man behind a dream called saiyyara"... actually saiyyara is the dream behind this man called sahir azim Chaudhary...saiyyara is a beautiful piece of art...they say your art is the reflection of the emotions inside you...maybe saiyyara is that piece of my soul where I have buried something which still has blood, flesh and warmth...and I want to treasure it...so how can you expect me to stand people who try mess with it...how am I supposed to forgive zaki for hampering it's name...how am I supposed to forgive someone who ruined something which was a milestone in journey of my saiyyara...
yes, am angry...I am mad...I even tore some of your pages and threw it ...who can blame me for that..not that I care if somebody blames me ...it's ok to be cursed for everything but not for this...these bloody jahil small town people...everytime they keep their mask of innocence on...they just love to create trouble...and even after doing every possible damage to you, they have the galls to stand before you tall and proud as if nothing happened...they appear so nave all the time that you almost feel like a butcher looking at lamb but gone are the days when these tricks had their effect on me...I know how to see through these people...
so what if I said something about her father...so what if I questioned her salika..she has wronged me enough...who the hell is she to speak about my status...what does she know about hasiyat, a girl who sat in a plane for the first time and did drama for a bloody window seat...what does she know about life... she didn't even know he price of dress she was locked with...and she had the nerves to throw her phone at me... yes she threw her phone at me...seriously and what exactly I did...I stood there...shocked... petrified to be precise...I mean really? I should be disappointed In myself...where the hell my mind was anyway...
I agree I was very harsh with her...I agree that I am almost cruel with everyone...so what? why should I be lovey dovey to anyone...what good love and affection and politeness does to anyone.. if I am not bad with them this world is going to be worse ... so what if people call me shark..so what if they think that I am a vicious bloodthirsty beast ready to pounce on them and tear them apart on their smallest mistakes..this is my way to rebel against every beautiful lie this world holds dear to itself...
remember what I read you once..
aur sab bhool gaye harf-e-sadaqat likhna
reh gayaa kaam hamara hi baghavat likhna
laakh kehte rahe zulmat ko na zulmat likhna
ham ne seekha hi nahin pyaray baa_ijazat likhna
na silay ki na sitaaish ki tamana ham ko
haq main logon ke hamari to hai aadat likhna
ham ne jo bhool ke bhi shaah ka qasida na likha
shayud aya isi Khubi ki badaulat likhna
us se barh kar meri tehseen bhala kya hogi
parh ke na-khush hain mera sahab-e-sarvat likhna
see you tomorrow..i don't know why but these days I am getting so many things to tell you...
p.s.: the shayari used in this post belongs to Habib Jalib
Edited by silky_harshad - 11 years ago
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