بدھ، 24 اکتوبر، 2018
" دل تو بچہ ہے " ڈاکٹر صابر خان
ہفتہ، 20 اکتوبر، 2018
It's A Long Time by DR.SABIR KHAN
One of the biggest problem is the fact that I know , I don't have any extra ordinary quality or ability. And this knowledge has stopped me many times to move ahead in any new project blindfolded. This self insight lightened again today when I came across an English poem, written by me 31 years ago in 1987.
In my student life I wrote almost around more than 900 poems but " WE ARE PART TIME LOVERS " is the only thing in English. Rest all are in Urdu. And the reason behind this is the truth that my English was never that much fluent and full , that I could go on writing in English.
Similarly I remember I wrote only one article in English for my English College Annual Magazine " QUEST " in 1983. And afterwards never attempted any thing in English.
Though I did develop the flavour to read English Literature in 80's and for the last 10 to 12 years , have spent thousands of hours in watching English Dramas of all tastes.
I know I did something gravely wrong by not writing or by not trying to write in English during all of these my youthful and innovative years. It's not a regret. Just simple acceptance of the fact that because of my lack of vocabulary skills I can't express myself and my thoughts and theories openly , freely and frankly.
Though this fact still exists but as the fear of this fact has gone away from the mind , I just started writing down all this on my blog.
With one thought only. So what. If not extraordinary , let it be ordinary. If not for extraordinary people , let it be for ordinary people. If I could write in that time then I can write today too. But like all such turnovers , this thought and then the conversion of the thought into prompt action is triggered by a stimulus. A stimulus of 31 years old poem written in 1987 diary. I don't know yet why it happened. But I know how it happened.
If I hadn't kept my all those old diaries and notebooks safely with me till so far , this moment of yet another self realization and yet another turning over another leaf would not have been possible.
My these friends , my these companions of my loneliness , my these diaries and notebooks have remained with me during all these 35 years. And to tell the truth I do have the pocket diary of 1975 too with me , my first one when I was just 11 years of age.
This fact indicates the way towards another fact. What we are today , is , in fact the ramification and continuation of what we were in the past. The only thing that matters is our capability to keep our roots intact. The roots of our past. The roots to our past. And not only this. We must be capable enough to continue our journey in the present day on one hand and on the other hand we must not forget to learn and relearn the ways to cultivate and harvest our past in such a way so that it can be transformed harmoniously into a better present.
Perhaps the people of our generation do have intact roots with our past. But when we look around , we find our youth and the generations after ours , struggling and crumbling , without any stable bond with their past. Lacking the light of self insight which is dawned only through the doors and the holes which lead to the corridors to our past. Missing the warmth and freshness of the air which comes from the horizon of the past.
This absence of light and air and the continous hessle of maintaining integration of the self , has made the mental status of our present day generation so miserable and messy that , now for them , like the material things , the relations and the relationships with everything and everyone , have become meaningless and disposable.
Our present day generation seems to have no belonging with their past and hence no true attachment with their present. And when and whenever there is no past and no present , there is usually no future.
I had in my past , a history , an experience of writing one single article and one single poem in English. I kept my bond , my relation with my past alive and healthy , besides adopting and transforming myself , non stop , with the present day environment and the present day needs. So just one simple stimulus from the past memoir enthralled me to write again in English. And this time this blog or article or whatever we name it , is being directly typed on my drsabirkhan.blogspot.com blog page with my right thumb touching repeatedly on the screen of Samsung Note 3.
While some 35 years ago when such technology and technique of writing was unknown to anyone and undreamt by anyone , I used to write on paper with pen.
I didn't quit my thinking and my writing. Only the contents and the themes got changed. Only the modes and methods got changed.
This very long but untiring journey was possible only by my unchanged and loyal association with my past.
Keep your association in place. Keep your bond intact. Keep your relations alive. Keep your relationships healthy. Keep your past in harmony with your present. Keep your present aligned with your goals. And then you would never regret in your life. And then one day you too can be triggered with one very ordinary event or deed of your past to be enlightened with self insight. And then you can do the things beyond your imagination. And then you can materialise your dreams into reality.
It's A Long Time ago I decided not to write in English. During last 35 years I wrote a lot in Urdu. And now my this very new article is in English. And it's completed in just one day. Few hours. Four sittings. In spite of knowing the fact that my English is not up to the standard and my use of words and narration is not scholarly , I have the satisfaction that at least I succeeded in writing and presenting my thoughts in a language in which I have no command at all.
Unlike me and my generation , the present day youth does have a command in this language and do know very well how to use both thumbs simultaneously on touch screen. With this unique ability if they remain in touch with their past , I am sure they will have far more success in their future. Only if they are committed to their Origin and remain so till they live.
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