Munawar Ali Malik
When I had finished the work, Bhai started cursing Shahabuddin Ghouri, saying things I would not like to repeat.
I said, ” Bhai Sahab,Ghouri didn’t give you this assignment. It was chosen by the board of studies. So, please spare poor Ghouri. and take a look at the lesson plan I’ve made for you. You’ll see that teaching Ghouri is the easiest thing you have ever had to do.”
Bhai softened down. He started reading the lesson plan in earnest. A smile appeared on his face. ” Well done, kameenay,” he said, kissing my hand when he had gone through the lesson plan.
The next morning he delivered the lecture. It was a great success. Bhai was very happy. He rewarded me for my pains by taking me to a cinema in Luxmi to watch a re-run of my favourite film Yakkay Wali. . .1June 2016 ·
” I’ve given your name,” said Bhai.
” For God’s sake, Bhai Sahab, don’t you have anything else to give away ? Whats it this time ?”
” Annual picnic.”
” Oh. that’s fine. I always love picnics.”
” It’s not just picnic, idiot ! It includes a singing competition.”
” Then why did you give my name ? I’m not a singer, you know.”
” You are. Have been since you were three years old.”
” But I’m no longer three years old. I’m not going to sing.”
” Not even to please me ?”
” I could die to please you , but singing is something different.” 2 June 2016
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