"WHEN THE TRAIN Goes, THE SIGNALS GET DOWN" ."

Life is beautiful and Mysterious, It gives you New experience with solution. It teaches lesson every day every time with brand new chapters and teachers but one thing,in my view, pricks me, why does it teach us so many experiences as we would live for five hundred years?, it’s amazing.

Endorsing first day in Fine Arts college,Lahore,gathered about sixty matron learners, excluding,a lad ,Zarik ,who seemed attractive ,handsome and knew the art of attracting the matrons. We all matrons pertain rich or well to do families, and also postulate Zakir ,to do so . Time spinned , he inclined as heartthrob of every body,encompassed,our fine teacher,Mrs Alina ,she also felt his absence. Every mate wanted to get close to him. In cafeteria, Chatting with the mates,all rounded him and the way he puffed, smile during puffing and his voice had been so unexplainable daunting. ..One accessory, generally noticed,he never spoke slang or never behaved ill mannered, especially when we usually had out door trips, .Sometimes on trips he passed private jokes but in decent language. He generally made appropriate announcement before departure, to amuse us ,“you all are my Sisters “than lowered his tone “except One”.

All the learners marked present in the class except Zarik” .His absence pinched me badly,during the break, went to his room. After a little while, The door unraveled , a shape appeared with badly bruised. Severely tortured , lips , chest amounted wild bitten and cut.

Made me set off overtly pathetic. “Who had done this to you ?, shouldn't be spared ,ought to be killed.” They were not men “.He said groaning.” "Not men, than whom were they. “.Questioned me impatiently..”They grew licentious.Abducted me, taken to unknown place, tied and stripped, evoked jumping on my carcass ,one bit my lips gravely.Begged them to please untied me, nevertheless they horrified and played cruelly, they scratched my skin,like beasts .One lewdess pinched badly and the other bitch extinguished cigarette on my soft body parts. “He stated while groaning shy smile.Confused greatly ,what reaction could perform now,made him coffee and sandwich,to perk him up ,than begged leave.

After two three days.He came to class but both secreted the sad incident.He pretended a minor accident occurred at night.

It’s still in my memories, rolling our final year in college ,few days left for our final approval ,He sent me a gift, a masterpiece,Zarik,15 May 2005, initialed at the corner .Starring lovely alphabets ,”Sania,Will your lovely soul like this painting ?,this is my respect and love to you". Painting ,depicting a train running in a beautiful Rainbow mountain on a lofty bridge ,in Peru.It titled “When the train goes the signals get down”. Madly rushed to his room and kissed him on his cheeks and lips ." "Will not make another of this kind,it’s first and last” He puffed long and uttered the words in a stylish way.

We all parted and got busied in life affairs .My art paced me well in the society ,by providing name and fame filled with colourful life ,nevertheless somewhere ,missing Zarik.

Driving with friends in my convertible Mercedes-Benz ,flirting with the mild breeze, in Lahore. The beautiful air had it's own smell and taste. My eyes glued on a colorful billboard,” Zarik in Lahore” “Art Attack by Zarik “and other billboards were flashing brightly,announcing his exhibition .excitation aroused .Next day ,ran to his Art Exhibition Hall. People avariously buying his paintings. couldn’t find him, Manager told, he would come after two days. “This art is not Zariks work, its fake, He painted only one and that exist for me only, I got a letter to show you as a proof” pointed towards a painting of a train, the same he gifted to me.”is that oil painting”. The Manager quizzed. A clear "Yes" appeared on my lips. “Than, It is Water colouring," Manager askancely replied. Totally unconvincing and unsatisfactory mode by giving different looks and he left hurriedly.

Woke up early and making myself to see and meet Zarik, after eight long years ,my eyes raised crazy to see his presence on the occasion and cause a hectic surprise.Switched on TV, a big bomb blasted on me.News reel spin flashing” Zarik dies" Zarik, well-known artist dies in car crash”. It screamed me and found my self in a hospital.

After taking rest, mystery of painting splurging on my mind, drove me to Swat,paradise on earth and also called “Switzerland of Pakistan. Zarik's village existed there,in its suburbs. A beautiful small village, as it gave a feeling of Pencil art, some places glows as picturesque or filmy scenes. Hired a room in a hotel, manager stood animated, showed me the way to Zarik's home, not far from the hotel, firmly decided to take a walk .His parents delighted to see me.He hold small , uninspiring living. Thoughts speculated by considering him a magnate and must have mega style living attractions,however capsized soon. .We had a long talk. His parents told me,he dedicated his life for the uplift of this village and folks. He shone as an avatar, people loved him wildly ,in connection of his generosity .All his abundance charmed on the benefit of the village life.Swiftly stood up ,seeing a painting of the same train scenario of Rainbow mountain of peru, Which he had gifted me as a masterpiece, how it could be a masterpiece?It's third of it’s kind,thought flashed. ”This is not Zarik's Art,it’s fake".My bluntly remarked made them alert. His mother got infuriated.  "How dare you? ,leave this place or don’t come here again, I’m ceasing my hospitibility .”Now it came to be awkward to stay more,quickly left her place .Came to hotel. The manager's attitude also changed ”I’m sorry mam, we don’t have room for you, kindly leave and I would phone to another hotel for you, Government officials are expected, luggage is lying there". Getting shocked by his unexpected sour and grimy frame of mind. "You have given me the room, now you are kicking me, belong to a political family, My father is Member of the National Assembly ,stern action would be taken against you.” ”Mam I’m help less, won’t describe to you, accept my excuse “Manager continuing expressing these words. Came out with brain loaded from the hotel ,ignited the car, drove little, an aleck jumped in the car's rear seat .Raised me more offended, shrieked rudely” Get out of the car ,you villagers don’t have any particular level of mindset, all are dual faced" and didn't remember what gibs shooted out. “But  Mam, your mystery would be solved ,you please take the right side service road. ”He said with smiley face. I did as directed .We reached a small thatched cottage, Both stepped in .It was dark inside ,difficult to walk in , a small lantern was stewing ,an old man sitting on a chair, busy painting, so many paintings hanging ,his paintings were remarkably superb, one couldn't imagine what painting level he had, with a rich styled, indeed.Shook me to a levelled of shocking, discerning initialed ”Zarik”. What is all this? Who is this old man? How does he paint in dark? With a great quizzed i inquired the small boy. “He painted for Zarik". A voice scared me for a while. A man stepped in, as I couldn't see his face clearly in shades, as he approached closer, he appeared Zarik's father. “But why did he paint for Zarik ?." Albeit ,he himself appeared a pinnacle of art" ,inquired me bluntly . “From the last four years ,Zarik had a stroke ,unable to work, one night, some saint appeared in dream to this old man, to paint for Zarik, It is a miracle. ”Zarik father’s said it in soft tone. "Considering this histatement ridiculous, "I don’t believe in miracles. My rebuke sparked him,but his small paused make him meek. “Seeing is believing, can show a miracle to you ,right here ,than it would be Convenient for your acceptance? Queried this, father stepped up and brought the small lantern near to that old man face, He was blind.

THE END.”WHEN THE TRAIN GOES,THE SIGNALS GET DOWN”.