Sudden impact

Entering the hall rosed up a great occasion.All my old friends chanted,we all were very excited and why not we would, all were greeting after fifteen years.For at least fifteen minutes kissing,hugging and calling names to each other.Today we all once again became young,valour and enthusiastic .

All my enthusiasm caught cold,when I saw my desk mate Arbab Zaffar .We used to call him ,Nadeem,a famous Pakistani cine actor.,Arbab Zaffar appeared romantic by nature had a style ,dearly enjoyed affairs with various girls.

I stood mum for a while and tears appeared in our eyes,going through his miserable condition. younger brother , came to company him.I asked his brother to give me some particulars about Arbab Zaffar's life, would send to Reedsy Publishing Story contest.UK.

.The particulars given to me .It drew into a great story, would call it “incident” ,like this.

My birth took place in a mediocre family.My parents had to feed six siblings, a small shop happened not sufficient for our nourishment.Mother appeared educated,had to tutioned in the house ,the locality was not well off and sometimes they didn’t pay the tuition fee instead my parents were large hearted they didn’t complain to any one.Our monetary life was so tight.Evan than our parents didn’t showed rudeness to us.

My father shop situated in the middle of the village bazaar.sometimes habituated sit in the shop,turning eight ,every Thursday,at ten,un known old man,called Baba,wearing,a large turban, green long shirt,with yellow loose cloth(piece of cloth rounded the loins) walk through the bazaar,yelling a poetry in native language. still remembered his poetries.When saw him coming,I chased him and learnt the versus , than run through shop to shop and with little transformed way,narrated to the shop keepers,in return ,handed me fifty paisas as a “bakhshish" Tip.Chipped one of his verses, translation appeared like this"i laugh when I hear,fish in water is thirsty,I laugh when I hear men goes to pilgrimage to find God” and very strange when later my younger brother got inducted in Edwards college,peshawer,the same verse were epithets on the stone of the college's pond,which is indeed great strange for me at least and till date you would find it craved. The other verse was “walk in a rain,should nobody judge your tears”. saw embarked this verse on the quotation marks of The great comedian “Charlie Chaplin”. still remember his verses and considered him as my guru.I don’t know from where and how he knew these verses,because his appearance came up very simple and unattractive ,though his saying were well worthed.

This inspiration ,trolled more in me through saying verses.Friends persuaded me to adopt this practice as a professional artist,my voice and style stood well and suited to narrating Naat(verses praising our Holy last prophet,Muhammad ) In the beginning ,i was little reluctant and confused,i thought that Naat lovers would be few in numbers or it would difficult to adopt as a professional artist.,My notion stood wrong.Folks from all over Pakistan well comed me. I began with making my own audio video cassettes,which clang in Every bus,wagon and restaurants. Now I was on popularizing road.

.For hours ,I used to practice every day.Than “Pakistan Television corporation”Peshawar invited me,they saw my performance and feed back,they regularly inviting me in their shows. Approaching Radio also given me coverage.I now grooming like Master of Naat star,in Peshawarites, Crystalized me in their functions,which played additional boost.Earning a lot. Month of Ramadan(fasting of Muslims) marked as our seasonal month.

In the meantime time,my father became ill,in spite of tight schedule never hurdled,after finishing up the programme,rush towards father.This attitude was praised by my father and he prayed for me a lot.

Than, hired a Secretary,and now I started performing in Punjabi(Punjab native language) Punjabi's are very fond of Naat. .”Arabab Zaffar khan,tonight” casted on banners ,even special night function were arranged.

Special care for the voice started ,by my father’s .He used to_give me green tea and at night gargles considered healthy for my voice and he also cautioned me to take rest at least a day in a week.I didn’t pay heed to his advice and carried on with the hectic schedule.I wanted to give relief to my parents and to get rid of the poverty ridden life.I know with out extra money my two sisters would not get married in a decent family and my brothers should also get good education to stand in a society.

Now,I became a minting machine.I bought new house in a posh area ,sisters got married,giving expenses to the brothers and later I married and bought a new car.

 Blessed by three siblings.Now considering myself an independent and fully contented personale.

Had to travel a lot,all the traveling expenses were borne by the show organizer.

I used to Naat in all the languages of Pakistan.

I geared on my carrier's plight.

One night ,durIng performance , felt a pain in neck,the next day ,I experienced slipping words.Now,I became alarmed.Rushed to Doctor,they diagnose infection in my sound box,strictly advised not to utter a single word ,remain quite for three months.

You can say my bad luck,because I had taken advanced token from the organizers,I didn't stopped and a day arrived when my whole voice system collapsed.

Went to England,France and Germany, they turned down by saying complete rest for unknown period. Now naturally,I had to sit back.you would astonish to read,an elder suggested to drink Jenny's milk.I

did that,eat a roasted parrot,I surpassed that also.

In Pakistan two singers got victims of the same,but their voices revived in three months.

Ten years been passed,I'm dumb.I express myself through writing and drawings.

Once a close friend asked me about my recovery,He thought years passed May be some progress done up,I looked at him closely,and draw a picture of "private part".

Now I can utter a word but after little interval,my sound box is not responding quick ,like gaa llass(glass).So still it is impossible or impaired to start with my career,and you know it is quite impossible to survive without working career.

Tariq saeed is my best buddy.He visits me often,I request every body reading this story or as Tariq named it incident,pray for my quick recovery,I'm fed up now from this life.

The End."Sudden Impact".