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I’ve never been terribly good (nor keen) at describing myself, and the description I now share is one that I had asked a friend to write for me for our yearbook, a few years ago. For better or worse, the words still apply, or so he assures me.
Presuming the reader is not bothered by a little cynicism in invaluable friends, here is a man and his perfectly genuine silence waiting to be introduced. He shall welcome your cautious approach but snub you outright if you mistake his courtesy for diffidence. Often a careless remark shall earn his polite disapproval a special warning to the weakness of human nature which takes offence at acquaintances who make no special effort to please us. Weary of words and secretly sensitive, boisterous company leaves him undecided but he can always enjoy a pleasant, not-too-personal, conversation. Troubled by ultimate questions for instance, whether it is fair to have a servant clean your room - he might refuse to shake your hand at the slightest hint, real or imagined, of mockery or pretence in your demeanour. Even his food shall rather rot in his fridge than sate rogueish classmates; and then, his thoughts might end up on his own rudeness or go on to remind him of the hunger of a little child he saw sleeping on the sidewalk some night. Although always kind he does not deny his reason the course of analysis and occasionally lets a bitter string in his soul resonate to irony, especially in aesthetic matters.
Taimur Khan, who wrote this, is not only a doctor of medicine but also a scholar of philosophy, a writer (responsible for two novels as well as countless poems and essays on various themes in philosophy) and a musician (his most recent performance was at the All-Pakistan Music Conference in Lahore last month where he performed Raag Jaijaiwanti on the sarangi). However, I believe his greatest quality lies in the facility with which he uses common language to recreate a sense of beauty out of what is commonly thought absurd. Oh, and his cheese omelettes are the stuff of legend.
Articles by Aamir Ansari
A Letter from the Village
Aamir Ansari May 7, 2005 interacts: 4 Views: 2933His mother’s voice, rising like ribbons
In the molten sky, fetching him home.
Two Poems
Aamir Ansari Sep 16, 2004 interacts: 23 Views: 5416I walk around the house, restoring solitude
From room to room, only to find your smile
Wrapped around my hand, opening doors.
Tiger
Aamir Ansari Apr 29, 2004 interacts: 18 Views: 4379My toothbrush is the color of tigers
He claims. We are brushing his teeth.
Fruit
Aamir Ansari Dec 20, 2003 interacts: 17 Views: 4760Now, in the wilderness of these adult years, my eyes wander down the aisle and rest on a crate of peaches, cuddled asleep, cheek to cheek.
Movie: Welcome to Sarajevo
Aamir Ansari Jul 21, 2003 interacts: 5 Views: 2705A film shot through with such clarifying rage it leaves you speechless
The Children Under the Tree
Aamir Ansari Apr 2, 2003 interacts: 22 Views: 4411He heard her cry, and not knowing, Lit a match
Old Men Sleep
Aamir Ansari Mar 6, 2003 interacts: 18 Views: 4786They know they are going to be forgotten.
Music: Music of the Rivers
Aamir Ansari Feb 18, 2003 interacts: 0 Views: 2428One of the Soundscapes series, transmuting nature into music.
Children, Sleeping
Aamir Ansari Jan 11, 2003 interacts: 15 Views: 3667The night is no longer a silent prayer
FOB (Fresh Off the Boat)
Aamir Ansari Dec 27, 2002 interacts: 31 Views: 5532Echoing the distant sun-drenched years
Reading at Home
Aamir Ansari Aug 31, 2002 interacts: 16 Views: 3782Outside, a shower of little hands
Love
Aamir Ansari Jul 29, 2002 interacts: 20 Views: 4518Love, he says, I’ve trapped it in a bottle.
Love Song
Aamir Ansari Dec 5, 2001 interacts: 120 Views: 12457Some apples, a sudden sunset, the visiting flu, a poem or two
Children’s Poet
Aamir Ansari Nov 22, 2001 interacts: 25 Views: 3847For you to remember... When I am gone
Aamir Ansari
- Articles on Chowk: 21
- First article: Nov 22, 2001
- Latest article: May 7, 2005
- Times read on Chowk: 101248


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