What Went Wrong With Devdas chaaaallo jee...someone oughta slash the damn grapevine with a serrated knife...`Sameer? oh he`s a love`...`Bohat shy aur quiet hae sameer tau`..ae tau shyness kee intiha hogayee :)...so sunain, kuch sadian beeti hain keh i am sitting under the open sky with the object of my affection..okay so its not the open sky and my object is far away but i have those little glow in the dark suns and moons and stars on my ceiling and does it really matter?..i ask about you and say i must meet up sometime and maybe even con u into buying me kfc..forementioned cutie says munching loudly on fries with extra cheese that just smell really bad `i-sameer? he`s harmless...nice dude infact...mae bhi aaoongaa`..tau mae caveman kee iss baat par baree khush hoee...id like to hear the little rabbit say that now..this was ofcourse, fiction..its almost two nights since i slept last tau im a little woozy and distorted sa fiction...aur mae syed thoree sameer saab...regular shia i am..jhangli, emotional, over type u know...i think 5 generations or so ago my family must have been ismaili, jew or smthg..kaafi kanjoos ancestors iv had, they skipped on the cement and the havaeli is slowly disintegrating...my room developed a huge crack only last night..syed tau bohat dramae hotae hain...charas tau aisae khatae hain jaisae mithai ho..humn converts ziada achae hain...waisae aap hee kuch sharam karlain, ure tau like my abba...aap ana par hit karrain, uss ko aik doe mahinae kee courtship kae baad milnae jaain aur phir mumsie ko kahain ammajaaan aaj zamanae mae razia batoolain short hain, unhain raazi kar keh shaadi bhi karlain aur phir pehlae bachae ka naam anNy rakhain...yae musalmaan naam bhi hae aur christian bhi, all your problems solved..ya?

ana:

have you not heard of PLANES *hits head with pillow *

k:

i only devour

Hunting Vole with Kestrels ``Because it hasn`t shown them something new, its given them something safe, wistfully competant and poetically written, but they haven`t had to budge in their minds, hearts, or poetic souls.``

samina

very interesting..so do (most) people enjoy only that which moves them but doesnt require any budging of minds heart etc...as in appreciate candy but not neccasarily want to chew themselves on hard candy that may budge teeth, cortex etc? phir pleasure kae liyae likhna, parhna..whats this all about? please explain, i am intrigued

quinton

i like blue sky almost painful and liquid sugar on brain bit...what do you think of layer of grimy dust on upper lip causing feelings of untold violence..(you know, turmoil with the heat)..serious here

What Went Wrong With Devdas karakoram

you are a little churail

What Went Wrong With Devdas ana...helllo dear...i hope u get this before u fly, time to contemplate on plane ya..i have been working overtime on the grapevine...sameersaab is incredibly sexy but horrifyingly shy they say..you can thank me later..now ana, sometimes we need to take things in our own hands...im not very good at being cryptic am i? nevermind that..he knows everything (budhists, hair growth, enron, daler mehindi, scotch and elephants being stoned to name just a few) and is such a lovely little gentleman..he`s too well mannered no?..only bad thing is little overobsessed with this punjabi business..lakin poor dear is giving you lessons already...now dont get upset and tell me off or threaten pittaee, im only trying to get two warm souls to you know, meet...or does this only show how utterly bored and useless i have become? u shouldnt answer that ana i mean well..you know that...lol..this is too much fun..im not checking this board for a week

kisses!!!!!

sameersaab

you will ofcourse excuse the impertinence..waisae i know aap kae dil mae laddoo phhoot rahae hain..lesson 1, lesson 2 hain? sameersaab itnee pyaree aur spirited aur mentally khoobsoorat aurtain duniya mae bohat kumn hain...khuda kae liyae kuch kar lain warna pakihunk jaisaa koee gadha hee hamari ana ko phassa lae ga...

let the pathrao start

samina

i am loving your poetry postings..kiss nae socha thaa aisa din aega..refering ofcourse to erica jong when she says proverbs dilute grief and not the poetry...this for you :)

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The Vanishings

One day it will vanish,

how you felt when you were overwhelmed

by her, soaping each other in the shower,

or when you heard the news

of his death, there in the T-Bone diner

on Queens Boulevard amid the shouts

of short-order cooks, Armenian, oblivious.

One day one thing and then a dear other

will blur and though they won`t be lost

they won`t mean as much,

that motorcycle ride on the dirt road

to the deserted beach near Cadiz,

the Guardia mistaking you for a drug-runner,

his machine gun in your belly—

already history now, merely your history,

which means everything to you.

You strain to bring back

your mother`s face and full body

before her illness, the arc and tenor

of family dinners, the mysteries

of radio, and Charlie Collins,

eight years old, inviting you

to his house to see the largest turd

that had ever come from him, unflushed.

One day there`ll be almost nothing

except what you`ve written down,

then only what you`ve written down well,

then little of that.

The march on Washington in `68

where you hoped to change the world

and meet beautiful, sensitive women

is choreography now, cops on horses,

everyone backing off, stepping forward.

The exam you stole and put back unseen

has become one of your stories,

overtold, tainted with charm.

All of it, anyway, will go the way of icebergs

come summer, the small chunks floating

in the Adriatic until they`re only water,

pure, and someone taking sad pride

that he can swim in it, numbly.

For you, though, loss, almost painless,

that Senior Prom at the Latin Quarter—

Count Basie and Sarah Vaughan, and you

just interested in your date`s cleavage

and staying out all night at Jones Beach,

the small dune fires fueled by driftwood.

You can`t remember a riff or a song,

and your date`s a woman now, married,

has had sex as you have

some few thousand times, good sex

and forgettable sex, even boring sex,

oh you never could have imagined

back then with the waves crashing

what the body could erase.

It`s vanishing as you speak, the soul-grit,

the story-fodder,

everything you retrieve is your past,

everything you let go

goes to memory`s out-box, open on all sides,

in cahoots with thin air.

The jobs you didn`t get vanish like scabs.

Her good-bye, causing the phone to slip

from your hand, doesn`t hurt anymore,

too much doesn`t hurt anymore,

not even that hint of your father, ghost-thumping

on your roof in Spain, hurts anymore.

You understand and therefore hate

because you hate the passivity of understanding

that your worst rage and finest

private gesture will flatten and collapse

into history, become invisible

like defeats inside houses. Then something happens

(it is happening) which won`t vanish fast enough,

your voice fails, chokes to silence;

hurt (how could you have forgotten?) hurts.

Every other truth in the world, out of respect,

slides over, makes room for its superior.

Stephen Dunn

Peace in South Asia Harpreeet

ref: trash, hard-boiled American crime fiction

have u read any ed mcbain? really really good

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Piano

D.H Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;

Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see

A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings

And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song

Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong

To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside

And hymns in the cozy parlor, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor

With the great black piano appassionato. The glamor

Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast

Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

1918

Peace in South Asia yes yasser..naam ka mazaak will not be tolerated..if ure trying to be amusing, its really not funny..entertaining cheekiness aur hotee hae aur fazool ka pallae lagna kuch aur..irritating little baboon

ana

bless you

fawad

joyce? zzzzZZZzzzZZZzzzzz

Peace in South Asia ana, harpreet

i red some lawrence in class also..his `piano` was just lovely..its a very pretty poem that i dont have on me abhi but ill be sure to post it in a day or two..its the kinda ting that oughta be shared...also, his short essays are really good, we did a few in class and studied crits on some others...one on women was just too good..i have forgotten what it was titled...ana, lady chatterleys lover is good? i have that along with women in love and rainbow buried deep deep in the kabaar khana that is my room, all 3 bought in a fit right after id finished with sons n lovers..but never got around to reading them...which ones a nicer read?

whatre u guys reading aaj kal? im reading `a prayer for owen meany` by john irving..its just taking off abhi tau dont really know how good it will be, but its funny in a very symbolic way..par thora dimaag lagana parra hae :0(

Peace in South Asia fawad

sons and lovers was one of the most gripping books i have read..in retrospect, wonder why.. there wasnt any deep storyline to it, no mindblowing dialogues..guess it was just really well written..i couldnt put it down till id finished with it...strangely, it was written so that i felt bad for the mom, the son as well as the girls involved...

What Went Wrong With Devdas ana!

sorry didnt reply on other board....wasnt off chowk coz of interactors, just little busy with real life :)...sab setting? u are a karanta!..karantee, that is...thats just too good ana...i love karantas! let me tell you a sad and little funny, somewhat budtameez story..once, not too long ago im corresponding with this lovely christian gentleman regarding covering a church in karachi for christmas...so in one of the mails i mention something about his being a karanta..ya allah!...koee end scene ho gaya? how am i supposed to know karanta is a rude word when my karanta friends have emails like kaala karanta@hotmail.com and karantipakistani@yahoo.com?? (yes little mad they are..cheap thrills is what life is all about) mae itnee sharminda hoee ana, meri aik haftae ko saans ruk gayee...he tells me i quite obviously dont know what karanta means..i say (in my head) it means christians silly man! but i have this really strange ball in my tummy saying no anNy betae, you silly, not the man...so next day i ask my manhoos karantas what the hell karanta means...they laughed and laughed and laughed but wouldnt tell me..that is the rather abrupt end to my sad story...i STILL dont know...so tell me what, dear ana, does the word karanta mean/ is derived from? an electric current? a black currant? WHAT WHAT WHAT haan? jaldi batao behen...and where is that duck harpreet? if u see him, ussae batana i have a rakhie band for him

Peace in South Asia A chocolate company in India has apologised after one of its adverts caused outrage among some Hindu nationalists with its reference to the Kashmir dispute.

The advertisement was put out by Cadbury India to promote its Temptations range of chocolates.

It showed a map of India with the words ``Too good to share`` printed across the state of Jammu and Kashmir.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/2207298.stm

Peace in South Asia Yasser

I was looking forward to this write up but am kind off dissapointed. This appears to be more of a write up trying to indicate your new found maturity etc rather than a write up getting through to the reader what the conference was all about. It may be will written but it certainly doesnt do justice to the talks/ discussions held with the people from India. What I took from the lecture yesterday (which too was packed to the hilt) was a sense of something very big happening very slowly- much too slowly, but happening. Where is it? I also agree with Omar Quraishi.

Saying that they gave Pakistanis a glimpse of what freethinking is, is either an attempt at sensationalism or then you obviously heard something I didnt or rather, you heard something you havent previously which is a little strange because a lot of what you heard them speak off, is often written on chowk by many interactors. More importantly, you wouldnt have been able to witness this freethinking had the Pakistani organizers not been freethinking enough to invite these people over and arrange painstakingly what all they did. Yeah?

What happened at the talk was something tremendous but not overwhelming. A subtle exersise to get through to the people an idea, whose time has come. It was Pakistan and Indian by essense but if you really look at it, it wasnt. I dont feel you reported the spirit of the event at all. And incase you are to go all ballistic on me and ask me to write something myself if I`m sucha heroine, no time nor inclination. Do try and take this as critisism of the write up and not yourself.

anNy

Happy 56th Anniversary, Pakistan and India hari inder

``The guy you are talking may have been a fake, but what he said was not wrong. I remember reading something similiar on the CNN board one time and asked one of my muslim collegues, and he confirmed that he had seen such qaidas. May be you went to a different school.``

theres no such thing in our quiadas as far as i know also...would you please give some sort of proof or a definite publishers name/ quiada name your muslim colleague may supply and confirm

thank you in advance

Chowk@Five There is no place as wonderful in this whole wide cyber world. From unbelievable cat fights to downright piggish behaviour to abnormal feelings of wanting to reach out and hug interactors to meeting some special people in real and cyber life- Chowk is a miracle without which many of us would be different people. Thank you most emphatically.

anNy

Harpreet

This is one of the finest pieces of writing I have read to date. I was giggling, wincing, chuckling and literally gurgling with laughter as I red through. The warm yogurt, huggging thigh, Irish boys, make believe chai party, `she kick soft like a girl,` roly polys, were all fabulously meshed with the story which is brilliantly brilliantly written. I so enjoyed this. Very little writing is good enough to inspire (for want of a better word); I`ve been writing non stop ever since i red this.

You have incredible talent, do something about it.

Cheers!

anNy

The King’s Gambit: Chapter 4 (The Aviator) Samina

The things they carried is one of the most dimaag frying books I have red. Brien`s take on the vietnam experience was plain and simple incredible.

Sex is Bad solitude

you BEAUTIFUL man! I`m enjoying your replies more than the article...what pleasure...you redefine madness...may you have kind women of the world, my child..do not stop