What I am writing here is a memory that is still engraved upon the pages of my heart and happened at a time when I was in Lahore. The days were beautiful. No sorrow. No pain. Not even anyone who can give pain. Those days a movie of Shahrukh Khan was released. It had a track the lyrics of which featured the following line
Chahe Jo tumhain pooray dil se ( He who loves you with whole-heartedly )
Milta Hai woh mushkil se( He is hard to find)
At this time of night I was having my earphones plugged in and my iPod was shuffling songs when this track started playing. Its not that I had forgotten its memory but the memory had dimmed. Today I listened it and those days when there was a young, naive and harmless boy living in Lahore away from his home freshened up. Passing on some roads made some passionate wishes to rise but nothing happened in a positive direction. These lines remind me of a craft. I did that. For someone who is not with me now. The craft included a thing carbon based layer. Colored liquid was added on top of that layer. Then the layer was first bended. And added in another layer. Then this collection of two layers was given a momentum. Two hands grabbed these layers and added more momentum. The momentum kept the layers moving. They stopped in a place named Gulshan-e-Meher Colony.
For many days nothing happened as such. There was silence. Then there was a phone call. It was made by a lawyer. I was not near the phone. Someone else attended the call. It made that someone upset. But as I and that someone were both young, we took this incident very lightly. That night we had a dinner together, joking and lauging on the incident that happened in the morning. But today I am a man. Not a foolish boy anymore. I have stopped running after shadows. In fact now such times happen when shadows come towards me. Just like the shadow of this memory. With age one laughs less. Wisdom is poured into mind with growing years. I had little. Even today I feel it’s less. Errors still happen. Its human nature. Written into the blood. But this incident still makes me smile at one end and also makes me much upset. An error of young age. ”Milta hai woh mushkil se”… And I lost it so easily!