It was a normal evening. Old friends caught up. They laughed, made fun of each other, did all kinds of silly stuff like always, and said goodbyes, promising to meet again soon. The night went peacefully. Then morning arrived and brought with it the news that one of them has broken the promise. He felt like leaving for the next station all alone and never even thought about informing the others. He probably thought the others would see the humour. It was another prank after all. Only they lost their sense of humour somehow. It was not a prank. It was reality. It was death. He played the funniest joke of them all, yet nobody laughed.
They thought it was a joke too. They refused to believe the news. They did not care for the evidence. How could such a thing be true? People do not leave just like that. Even as they stood before the morgue; even as they pushed back tears to see that pale face clearly; even as they went with him on his last ride home, they could not believe the world could change so much so quickly.
Yet, it was true. The world had changed – for better or worse. Despite trying as hard as they could, discerning the part that was better from all that was overwhelmingly worse seemed impossible.
Oh, how overwhelming was the worse! Was breathing always so difficult? Eating was never this painful. Moreover, since when did they become so fearful? They were fearful of laughing – even smiling. They were scared of talking. They were even fearful of crying. They were fearful of their own vulnerability.
Hope felt dangerous. Ambition seemed worthless. Love stopped holding any meaning whatsoever. Relationships became chains. Family started to feel like a burden. Faith shook on its foundations.
These young men searched for that feeble ray of light that would show them the purpose of life. Try as they might though, it remained elusive. The black hole of death had sucked it into inexistence. All that remained was darkness.
They realised pain was now a companion; a friend they needed to embrace. Embrace, they did. Hurt became healing. Despair replaced hope. Indifference trod down aspirations. Emotions became symbols exchanged over texts, but never felt in real life. Blocking out became second nature. Suddenly, it seemed easy. This was all they had to do until they too left for their respective journeys.
But the world was not ready for that. Society frowned upon them. They were outcasts. Grief was not supposed to be felt for so long – that too for “just a friend.” Moving on was mainstream. Bury the dead – they said. Bury the past. Burn down the memories. Pull back the tears. Be men, or at least pretend.
Therefore, they started pretending. They put on masks with smiles painted on them. They pretended to laugh at the joke life had played on them. They became skilled actors. They faked emotions. Pretending to love, pretending to become angry, pretending to be men; pretence came subconsciously. Society accepted them again. People invited them for gatherings. Life became normal again.
However, nothing was normal. Nothing would ever be normal, ever again. As they met on another normal evening, they laughed, made fun of each other, did all kinds of silly stuff like always, but never “promised” to meet again. Promise was the joke that made life and death laugh. They understood it. As they parted, they thought that one dead old man (Ahmad Faraz) told the truth when he said:
“Hua hai tujhse bicchadne ke baad ye maaloom
Ki tu nahi tha tere saath ek duniya thi”
Wow. That was so deep. It really is a big thing, isn’t it? We don’t know anything, we can’t control our own promises. That really got to me. Pretend, that’s what we all seem to do isn’t it?
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Yes, there is no loss that compares to the loss of a loved one. It’s the sad truth. Life afterwards is just a game of pretence and acceptance of reality.
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If you were going through that, then I can only pray it becomes easier for you to handle.
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Thanks. I appreciate it. It’s Eid, and happy occasions bring these feelings.
But I’m all right now 🙂
Eid Mubarak, by the way 🙂
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That’s good then.
Kher Mubarak!
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Yet again a nice write,though a sad one, but sadness is reality too, we cannot always joke . outpouring of emotions made me feel the pain of the loss , life never remains the same, it keeps on changing so dont expect it to be same, we never know what Allah holds for us tmrw, He has given you strength to overcome the grief ,we can only pray for the dead and living that Allah keep them safe from evil of duniya and the tests of Akhirah. Aameen
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Zauq said:
“Behtar toh hai yahi ki na duniya se dil lage
Par kya kare jo kaam na be-dillagi chale.”
It’s a constant struggle. And thanks for those nice words.
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Great post. Getting deep and sad posts today on my news feed:(And its Eid. Just goes to show that life has its ups and downs. We tend to suppress the downs by pretense just like you said.The feelings still remain though.I hope you feel better. Eid Mubarak to you and your family.
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I do feel better. There are so many nice people over here. And yes, it’s Eid. So let’s not be sad.
Thank you 🙂 Hope you and your family fully enjoy the festivities too. Eid Mubarak!
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Good to hear. I have heard that its therapeutic to write when you are feeling down.
And yes you are right. Good people on the internet 🙂
On a side note, nice to see you.
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It is therapeutic. Writing something down is like talking to your best friend. You don’t want advice, you only need someone to listen.
And Haha 😀 yes, that’s the poo lover..uh or hater… I’ll shut up now.
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True that.
Hahaha you should put that in your bio
Arz hai,
Is 22 saal ke zindagi main bohat kuch dekha
Ishq bhi dekha aashiqi bhi dekha
Gunaah bhi dekha gunaahgaar ko bhi dekha
Lekin 22 saal main kabhi aesa kuch nahi dekha
Is 22 saal ke zindagi main bohat kuch suna
Gaane bhi suney abbu ammi ki pyaar bhari daant bhi suni
Wafaadari ke qisse bhi sune bewafai ke bhi sune
Lekin 22 saal main kabhi aesa kuch nahi suna
Is 22 saal ki zindagi main bohat kuch seekha
Jaanwar se na darna seekha (except dogs :P)
Dukh sehna bhi seekha
Logon se expectations na rakhna seekha
Log kabhi bhi badal sakte hain ye bhi seekha
Lekin 22 saal main kabhi aesa kuch na seekha
Tum kya jaano Aaliyah,
Tumhe abhi bohat kuch dekhna bhi hai, sunna bhi hai aur seekhna bhi hai (picture abhi baaki hai mere dost)
Ershad ne pyaar ke nazm main poo ko first preference diya
Kabhi 22 saal main aesa kuch dekha ya suna bhi tha?
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Okay. This is epic! Hahaha. Seriously. 😀
All that philosophy and everything ruined by my… ahem…crappiness. 😛
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Awww I thought you would be replying to my poetry by poeting 😦
But you didn’t. So I shall on your behalf lol.
Irshad hai (pun intended)
60 saal ki zindagi hai 22 saal ki nahi
Chemical engineering ki degree hai pyaar karne ki nahi
Office main baith ke sarhte hain doosron ke comments parhte hain
Blog main hum crap ke baare main likhte hain
Lekin chaahe jitna mazzak uraaye
Dil ke hum achche hain
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That is good poet-ing :D. You should open another blog where you only talk like this. And for you now.
Ershad miya Ershad farmate hain
Dosti na karo
Pyar na chedo
Ranjishon pe ranjishe daalo
Kuch bhi zulm karo
Par yaar potty karke darwaza toh band karo
I running now. Jutey parne wale hain.
But seriously thanks. 😀
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Thanks 🙂 I don’t think I am that great of a poet or a “shaayera” to open another blog but thank you .That meant heaps
Finally!!It would be sad if Ershad miya didn’t ershad back so thanks. And before I start ershading back I shall stop spamming your comment section. Apologies for making a sad thought provoking post into a poetry contesr.
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No, no, it’s all right. I had a good laugh. While coming back from the Eid namaz it got me in the mood for writing something new. 😀
Hopefully I’ll be able to post it soon.
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Awesome. I am glad it could brighten up your mood.
Can’t wait for the post 🙂
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🙂
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Wow! Great post! Totally not haha funny XD
The description was just ahmazing!
I read the title A Joke and then the first line had the word normal…I got to know this story was going to be sad…not funny!
Sometimes in life we all just play pretend.
“What if all those masks were dark and hollow?” I’ve asked myself.
My sister asked me to share some joke with her but I read to her this whole post instead.
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Thank you. I’m really honoured. Describing reality is easier than inventing goofiness. As for the answer to your question, I don’t think they’ll allow you. You’ll be castigated. Banished. That’s society for you, I guess.
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Welcome.So true.
That is the sad truth.
Just to fit in,some people have to grow a new skin and forever be an imposter to the being that they are inside.
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We judge so many people from their faces. We never know what good or evil hides behind.
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This reminds me of revels post. :3
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Which one?
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this
https://identity17.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/what-is-wrong-with-this-place/
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Yes, it’s a great post. I can be so forgetful at times. I read it today only 😀
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Even I read it today.
Yours and hers make two not-so-happy posts on Eid. 😛
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Haha, I know. Come here again. Eid will hopefully bring out a somewhat Haha funny post from me next time. 😛
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In sha Allah 😛
I just read your dog post. XD
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😀
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I am sorry to reply so late, Ershad. Sorry to read this too. But Eid Mubarak, mere bhai. Take care. Hope you are well.
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Thanks bro. I’m all right. Hope you’re coping up. Eid Mubarak to you and your family too.
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❤
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So I’ve read fiction. And I’ve read death. I’ve also read broken promises and pretense. I’ve never read all of it written together so well! This is brilliantly penned. It’s effortless.
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Thank you. Like I’ve mentioned in another comment, writing fiction is difficult. Narrating a nightmare you’ve lived through is fairly easy.
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When you mentioned reality as a category, you meant your life’s reality?
If so, I am so sorry. My comment should have been sympathetic towards you rather than just in appreciation of your talent.
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That’s all right. You didn’t know. Besides, my weird blog can throw people off track.
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Life has its own mysterious ways of unfolding.
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Absolutely
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