Note:
In this blog I tried to amalgamate style of Manto with Iqbal’s “Shikwah”. This
blog contains some bold ideas so reader discretion is advised.
Sir,
we deal in all types of chemicals and coating additives. We are a responsible
care company and concerned with the well being of customers, suppliers and
stakeholders. Followed by introduction she replied some of the queries of the
customer and suggested workable options. Then conversation concluded with notes
of typical greetings. Mouthpiece returned to its designated rest area with
crisp sound.
For
a moment everything was calmed down like deep sea water. After a pause she
tried to figure out what she was doing earlier. Ahan! Akhbar-e-Jahan...She
resumed skimming with renewed looks on cover girl from top to bottom. She
closely observed the colour scheme being used in fabric and the new stitched
neck design. For a moment she realized how she will look like wearing this
cover girl outfit. From halat-e-hazra to cut piece and In light of Quran &
Sunnah to Filmi Dunia every page turner was an aimless attempt to kill time.
She was feeling heavy.
It
was a dull deserted office of a local importer firm at a second floor of an
unsuccessful plaza who remained under-occupied since the year of inauguration.
She was a sales girl cum secretary of Malik Sahib – the owner of a firm.
Besides her a firm comprises of one dozen marketing executives who had a very
high turnover for switch-overs.
Marketing
guys may loose a chance to hunt a prospective client but they never miss a
chance of flirting with her though they were well aware that she is heart throb
of Malik Sahib. Every passerby marketer was admirer of her smart fit appealing
attire. Indeed she was a perfect candle with surround moths. Time had told her
how to remain inflammable. However she was realistic enough to know that
ultimately candle lastly sparks, burn out and finally ends up with grey
coloured upsurge one liner smoke…after which dark & gloom prevails.
Her
dullness started getting heavier that day with cramps, head ache and back pain.
For now there was no more charm in page turner of magazine. She put a magazine
aside and geared up for her visit to Malik Sahib’s chamber. She entered in
chamber without knocking the door. Chamber was full of cigarette’s smoke.
Silence broke up with her extended rousing “Sir!”. Malik Sahib faced up from
newspaper and looked at her. The visual delight of her was more charming than
picture of Katrina Kaif in the newspaper. “Whats up?”
Malik
Sahib! Should I leave, I am not feeling well, she said demandingly.
With
a flip of finger Malik sahib shed ash on the tip of cigarette to ash-tray, took
another puff and with locked looks said, “It’s ok, take good care of yourself.”
She gave a thankful smile and returned back. She wore veil as if she was a
nymph on her way to holy pilgrimage and came out of office. Even she came out
earlier it took one hour to reach home.
After
entering home she paid soul-less salams to Amman
P.S:
The story of this blog is inspired by thesis work of an art student.
