کسی زمانے میں ایک ملک تھا جس کا بادشاہ بے اولاد ہی مر گیا۔کوئی قریبی رشتہ دار بھی ایسا نہیں تھا کہ جسےتخت و تاج سونپا جا سکتا۔ تو امیروں میں بحث شروع ہو گئی کہ بادشاہ کون بنے گا۔ہوتے ہوتے یہ طے پایا کہ کل صبح جو شخص سب سے پہلے شہر کے دروازے سے داخل ہو گا اسے بادشاہ بنا دیا جائے گا۔اگلی صبح کا سورج طلوع ہوا تو سب کی نگاہیں داخلیدروازے پر ٹکی تھیں۔ اچانک ایک ہیولا سا دروازےمیں سے اندر داخل ہوا۔ہر جانب مبارک سلامت کا شور اٹھا ملک و قوم کو اگلا بادشاہ مل ہی گیا تھا اور دروازے سے داخل ہونے والا ایک گدڑی پوش فقیر حیرت سے سب امرا کے چہرے دیکھ رہا تھا جو اس کا ہاتھ چومنے میں ایک دوسرے پر سبقت لے جا رہے تھے۔
خیر قصہ مختصر۔ بادشاہ سلامت دربار میں جلوہ افروز ہوئے ایک وزیر نے اگے پڑھ کر عوام کے دگرگوں حالات کا رونا رونا شروع کیا اور رقت آمیز لہجے میں شاہی ٹیکس کم کرنے کی درخواست کی۔ بادشاہ سلامت نے پوری توجہ سے بات سنی اور سن کر مراقبے میں چلے گئے۔ کچھ دیر بعد سر اٹھایااور حکم جاری کیا۔
"حلوہ پکاؤ۔"
شاہی فرمان تھا۔ سرتابی کی مجال کسے تھی۔ داروغہ مطبخ دوڑا گیا اور شاندار حلوہ تیار کروا کے لے آیا۔ بادشاہ سلامت نے نہائت اطمینان سے حلوے کی رکابی صاف کی اور اگلی فریاد پیش کرنے کا کہا۔ فریاد سنی لیکن شاید کچھ فیصلہ کرنے کو ابھی مزید حلوہ درکار تھا اس لیےپھر ایک بار وہی فرمان جاری ہوا۔
"حلوہ پکاؤ۔"
الغرض فریاد پہ فریاد پیش ہوتی رہی اور بادشاہ سلامت حلوے کی رکابی پہ رکابی صاف کرتے رہے۔ اچانک قلعہ دار دوڑا آیا اور پھولی ہوئی سانس میں بولا کہ بادشاہ کے مرنے کی خبر سن کر پڑوسی حکمران نے یلغار کر دی ہے اور اس کی فوج فصیل کے باہر پہنچ چکی ہے۔ بادشاہ سلامت کا کیا حکم ہے؟
بادشاہ سلامت نے غیض و غضب کے عالم میں حکم جاریکیا۔
"حلوہ پکاؤ۔"
حلوہ کھا ہی رہے تھے کہ قلعہ دار پھر دوڑا دوڑا آیا اور بولا کہ حضور والیٰ دشمن کی فوج فصیل توڑ کر اندر داخل ہو چکی ہے۔
بادشاہ سلامت کا چہرہ غصے سے سرخ ہوا۔
"ان کی یہ مجال ۔ ۔ ۔ اور حلوہ پکاؤ۔"
مزید حلوہ پیش کیا گیا۔ کچھ دیر کے بعد قلعہ دار پھر سے نمودار ہوا اور بولا حضور کچھ کیجیے۔ دشمن کی فوج محل کے باہر پہنچ چکی ہے۔
اس بار بادشاہ سلامت کچھ فکر مند ہوئے اور بولے۔
"اچھا۔"
پھر کچھ سوچ کر اٹھے اور بولے۔
"اچھا بھئی بھائیو۔ فقیر نے تو حلوہ کھانا تھا وہ خوب سیر ہو کر کھا لیا۔ اب دشمن آ گیا ہے۔ تم جانو اور تمہارا ملک جانے۔ بابا تو یہ چلا۔"
اتنا کہہ کر بادشاہ سلامت نے اپنی گدڑی پہنی کشکول ہاتھ میں تھاما اور حق اللہ کی صدا بلند کر کے چل دئیے۔
 ( ہمارے موجودہ حالات کے عین مطابق) 

Last Three Wishes Of Alexander

Just before he died, Alexander convened his generals and told them his last three wishes:

1 - That his coffin SHOULD BE carried on the shoulders and transported by the best doctors of the time.

2 - That the treasures he had conquered (silver, gold, precious stones), should be scattered on the path to the grave site, and ...

3 - That his hands should be dangling in the air, outside of the coffin, and in view of all.

One of his generals, astonished by these quite unusual desires, asked Alexander about his reasons.

Alexander explained to him:*

1 - I want the most eminent doctors from the land to load my coffin to show

that they did not have the power to heal in the face of death.

2 - I want the ground to be covered by my treasures for all to see that material goods conquered here, cannot be taken, so, also remain here.

3 - I want my hands to be swaying in the wind, so that people can see that just as we came here with empty hands, we leave too with empty hands, when we are ending the most

valuable treasure, which is our time.

Golden Words Of Imam Ali A.S

1. The most ignorant is the one who trips over the same stone twice.

2. You can never realize what guidance is uless you understand the case of a person gone astray or the one who is lost due to ignorance.

3. I you desire what is honorable, avoid what is forbidden.

4.Beware! Sight of thousands of living beings may not deceive you. They are all bound to go, one following the other.

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.

The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was

Full.

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.

Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full..

The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.

The students laughed..

'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car..

The sand is everything else---the small stuff.

'If you put

The sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children.

Spend time with your parents.

Visit with grandparents.

Take your spouse out to dinner.

Play another 18.

There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter.

Set your priorities.

The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.

The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.'

The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend

The Girl In The Elevator: Dr Sana Usman

I didn’t actually talk to her during my five years of med school. Only saw her occasionally, and noticed her even more infrequently; but those who did, lost her this morning of 9th October 2012. Her death was not due to natural causes. Her death was also not an accident. Her death was no less than a killing. It was a testimonial to our government’s efficiency. And her killers were no other than the administrative and maintenance departments of Jinnah Postgraduate Medical Center (JPMC).

Her name was Dr. Sana Usman and she was my batch mate in Sindh Medical College. We had only just graduated in March and it has been 5 months since we have started our House Job in JPMC; one of the largest federal government hospital in Pakistan.  

For more than one week she was on ventilatory and cardiac support in the Surgical ICU of JPMC. Her only mistake was that she used the elevators in the Nephrology department. Elevators that had gaping holes in its doors, where there should have been glass. It was in those gaps in which her dopatta got stuck and as the elevator moved, it strangulated her. In her effort to free herself her arm was twisted behind her back and inside the open window of the door. After considerable delay she was “rescued” from the elevator and brought to JPMC’s emergency department on a stretcher that was pushed on the road as fast as it could go.

 She was declared dead in ER before she was resuscitated and her heart restarted. It took more than 15minutes of CPR, enough for her brain to be permanently damaged because of lack of oxygen. From there, she was shifted to the Surgical ICU. But all of this was to no avail. It only brought 9 days of false hope to Sana’s family and to us.

Her death has been a shocking eye opener for me at least. What kind of a working environment are we doctors in?  Where there is no guarantee of our lives, where I doubt whether we’ll all even come out alive of this mandatory one year training or not? Where there is occasional exchange of gun fire and bomb threats (read explosions) in its premises including the ER, where the looters on lose can anytime snatch you of your valuables or better yet sneak into sleeping female doctors on call room and steal from their bedside and where perverts strut around with their pants down assaulting doctors sexually...

We doctors have been working here for 5 months WITHOUT a single months’ salary being paid. That’s what the late Dr. Sana Usman said to her sister a day before the fatal accident that she was a financial burden on her parents even though she was a working woman.

I beg to you, to the President of Pakistan and to the Director of JPMC don’t let more of us die in vain. Let her death be a catalyst for change, a change for the better and for the good.

By: Dr. Misha Tanveer (House Officer, JPMC)

Just A Thought

Sad but I possess almost half of the qualities of the unsuccessful people column. Someone rightly said "Man is a social animal"..yes animals we are!! ready to kill each other, blame each other, let down eachother inorder to reach the stars of glory and success..I miss those times when I used to be the owner of the qualities of the left hand column..the successful people!!not much time has passed..just 4 years have converted me to an unsuccessful creature!! aniimal...yes thats a more appropriate word not just for me but for many people out there..it was just 4 or 5 years back that i did nothing, did not struggle at all but achieved all my dreams..some magic used to work for me and used to help me...magic of sense of gratitude, forgiving each other..it was unfortunate that this magic was broken by the curse of  sense of entitlement, criticism,anger. I was probably not able to absorb the shock as I saw people changing faces, changing personalities after every 24 hours to get their benefits. Unfortunately I was not determined to save my magical qualities and the curse turned me into an animal...one more ANIMAL added to this world of animals and one HUMAN subtracted!

Durre Shehwaar

This is not the first time I am writing a review for a Pakistani drama on my blog. I am a big fan of Pakistani dramas since always and specially after the launch of HUM TV which is now the leading drama channel of Pakistan with its great producers like Momina Duraid and some talented directors like Babar Javed. HUM TV has been adopting stories from the novels of a very talented  and versatile writer Umera Ahmed. One such story is Durre Shehwaar which recently ended. An absorbing play which got famous primarily because of the dialogues and also due to the atural acting from Sanam Baloch, the rising Sun amongst the female Pakistani drama actresses; who played the main role of Durre Shehwaar in this drama. I dont wont to write a summary of the serial here as it might spoil the fun and joy of watching the drama for those who still havent seen it; although am sure most of the people must have seen the serial already and as usual am a bit late in writing the review. Its basically a story of a girl who is raised up in a small family which consists of loving parents and two daughters who are raised by their parents like rincesses but the elder daughter is married in a small home crowded with 4 siblings and a bad tempered mother in law who expects too much from Shehwaar and is never happy with the efforts of her daughter in law and never bothers to appreciate her. Its not just her mother in law..Shehwaar has to change herself entirely to make her husband happy who says he wont be happy with Shehwaar unless she makes his mother and sisters happy. In all the chaos, Shehwaar's father's letters to her are a source of hope and life for her. He advices her through his letters which are full of hope and care. two such letters am putting here:

Abba,
Is school mai aur is imtihaan mai main kabhi position nahi lay sakti is liye mere result card mai kabhi distinction nahi hosakti shayad grace marks say pass hojaun laiken ziada imkaan hai main fail hojaoon.Kabhi kabhar apna aap mujhay bilkul sifar lagta hai zero jis ki koi value nahi hoti useless.Aap ki beti is ghar mai sifar jesi zindagi guzar rahi hai sirf aik sifar aur aap kehtay hain k u

meed rakkho cheezain badlain gi.Roaz subha say lekar raat tak Umeed ko khojti rehti hun laiken Abba umeed tu kahin nazar nahi aati.

Meri Piyari Beti Durre Shehwar,
Umeed ko dhoonda nahi jata umeed ko rakha jata hai apnay andar apnay dil mai apnay zehan mai yeh nannhay beej ki tarah hoti hai chand dinon mai beej zameen ki matti say bahar tu ajata hai laiken ussay darakht ban’nay mai bohat dair lagti hai laiken wo darakht banta zaroor hai agar us ko pani diya jata rahay agar matti ko narm rakkha jaye.Sifar ki zaroorat her adad ko parti hai kuch ban’nay k liye sifar jis adad k saath lagay us ki qadar-o-qeemat kayi guna barha deta hai tu agar apnay aap ko sidar samajhti ho tab bhi tum qeemti ho tab bhi tum bekaar nahi tab bhi tum her ginti say pehlay aao gi her ginti ka aghaaz tum hi say hoga aur her 9 adad k baad aik daffa tumhari zaroorat paray gi.Aglay moar per janay k liye tabdeeli jab bhi aye gi tum say aye gi.Sifar say aye gi.

and...when her mother in law refuses to buy her some important eatables and medicines necessary in pregnancy, Shehwaar does not complain but is spell bound to see a box full of eatables and snacks which her parents send to her from the other city where they live.

Durreshehwaar: “maa baap ko kaisy pata chal jata hai k unki aulad ko kis chez ki zarorat hai,wo kis chez k lye hath phela rahy hai”