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I Love to be on my Nature

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

My intent to create this blog is to share my thoughts, ideas, feelings and life experiences on each and every topic, about which i have some experience, knowledge or interest.

My topics may cover, life, living, fiction, nature, social issues, current affairs, hobbies, and so on and so forth. You may say my “Lifewithj” blog a cocktail of thoughts about life around.

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Pakistan

Fawad Alarm, A New Hope

I’m not an active cricket viewer since decades. I however, well remember the days when Javed Miandad and Imran Khan used to play and I always took my position before the TV Screen a few minutes ahead of the match starting. Those were golden days of cricket.

After them downfall of cricket started with the entry of match fixing scandles. Hundreds of thousands fans lost their interest in watching cricket.

The main reason to my understanding was the rising of the individuals to the fame who were otherwise not standing on high moral grounds and destroyed all the respect and fame only because they haven’t had the stomach to digest that fame in the befitting manner. We saw dozens of crickters falling in disgrace in moments that could never return.

Still some good crickters remained in limelight but majority of them was targeted through the religious sentiments and came with an altoghather different look and attire.

Now after elapse of almost three decades I have come to know about a cricketer who has statedly returned to the limelight after 10 years of absence from the National squad. His name is Fawad Alam. He has made a century in New Zealand and now again against South Africa in Karachi Test.

I still haven’t seen him batting but it is said that he has a unique style. I’m also impressed to see his resilience and commitment. He never loose hope and continue playing cricket with the aim to rise to the National Squad, one day. Now he has done this.

Though I was a great fan of IK when he was in cricket ground but he disappointed me a lot in the power corridors. All hopes are gone . He is totally clueless in the field of politics. Although he is struggling and not seems to give up but there are no signs of improvement as he has laid the foundation of his politics on sand. His imaginary Castle has collapsed to the ground. He may had chosen a better team to the cricket ground but his political team is a disaster for the country.

Disappointed from the politics, now my interest have revived in the game. And for this Fawad Alam in there. Today I am going to see the highlights of the game.

I will see into politics, again, as soon as, some credible player inters into that Arena.

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politics

Trump Favours USA

In the resent past, my trust on democracy had started to erode, especially when I saw that people like Donald J Trump and Narindara Modi can rise to the power corridors through democratic process. Both are hate mongers and racists of the extreme degree. Modi used religon and Hindu nationalism to pave his way to the power whereas Trump used racism and corporate and business class favours to rise to the power.

USA was a champion of liberty while India was the world’s biggest democracy. Sane world was shocked to see the kind of people that had arisen to power. By rising to power both of them tarnished the true face of democracy to the great extent.

In USA Trump encouraged white racists to override the black as well as immigrants. He also brought businesses and big corporations into politics. Ideally businesses should have been kept at some distance from the politics. In India Modi turned into a tyrant against the Muslim and Sikh minorities and used brute force against the Kashmiris in violation of all human rights and inforced a curfew by suspending their all basic rights.

American were lucky that they had a politician like Joe Biden, otherwise it was impossible to stop that bull to rise to power for another term of 4 years. It was his bad luck and USA’s good luck that after loosing he didn’t accepted and continue to defy the election results.

In my assessment if he had accepted the election results showing some grace he had the chance to come and fight again in 2024. But by inciting the insurrection again the Congress Hall, he in fact axed his own feet. Not only he is now going to be impeached for the second time in the American history but he will be permanently disqualified to fight for the presidency anymore. What a shame, he has earned.

This way he has in fact favoured USA once for all. There is lot for Modi of India to learn from the example of Trump. Is he too going to be follow his footsteps? Time will tell.

  

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book reviews

Season of Migration to the North (Book Review)

Soulmates, the book review I’m about to share is a master blaster novel of Arabic literature ‘Season of Migration to the North’. It is written by Tayeb Salih; a Sudanese Writer.

The story revolves around two characters (Mustafa Saeed and the Narrator of this Story), and two cultures (European and African), at the same time.

The plot has masterly been woven in the backdrop of colonial African era of the 1st half of the 20th century. 

When the writer returns to his small village at the bend of River Nile he founds an unfamiliar face among the village folk, who came to meet him; a stranger (Mustafa Saeed). He was a handsome rather beautiful, broad forehead and a generous looking person who opted to settle in that village upon his release and return from Europe. He purchased some land and married to a woman of the same village and started leading his life in obscurity and secluded ness.

When he (Mustafa Saeed) said to him that it would have been better if he had studied medicine, engineering or agriculture instead of spoiling his years on the research works on the poetry of a relatively less famous European poet; he noted it as his shameless act, especially when the entire country was impressed of his triumph.

The narrator suspected that Mustafa is hiding something from the villagers and when Mustafa thought that the narrator couldn’t control his suspense and curiosity, he thought it better to tell him his life story so that he can continue his peaceful living in that village.

He told that he was born in 1898 in Khartoum and grow as a  guy who was never checked or guided by an adult in his childhood. When the British decided to educate the locals; as a matter of luck, he got admitted in one of those early schools and was so brilliant in studies that whatever came his way it opened up and stored in his memory quite easily, may it be the English language or formulas of mathematics& geometry. In nutshell, he got a mind as sharp as a knife.

It was his school headmaster who said that he is such an intelligent guy that he has no place to remain in Sudan and courtesy his recommendations he landed in Oxford via a brief stay in Cairo where he was received by an issueless English couple, Mr&Mrs Robinson. Upon his arrival at Cairo, he well remembered how Mrs Robinson tightly gripped him into her arms and put her lips on his cheeks, when he was just a 12 years old kid. It was then, that he, for the first time in his life, smelled a strange European woman’s body scent and felt a vague sexual desire, as well.

At the age of 15, he stared his journey towards Europe and towards an ultimate tragedy, as well. At the age of 24, he was teaching economics at Oxford University. This progress was unprecedented but the calamity was travelling side by side. The tragedy of a thousand years old lethal germ. The Bow was tight and the arrow was aimed.

Only during October 1922 to  Fabruary1923, 5 women came into his life, at a time, whom he cheated and met them with different names, and ultimately dragged each one into his den and nailed his tent on the hilltop. Each one went with the deadly and infectious: a thousand years old germ. He was a lie, a thirsty desert, an illusion. At day he lectured the world on economics that was based on love and equality, and attend gatherings of socialists, reformists and conservatives, and at nights his bed turns into a battlefield; a piece of hell. He was sentenced for a 7 years imprisonment for his deeds. He was disappointed that during the case proceedings nobody was concerned about him, all were indulged into the delicacies of the details of the case. 

People perceive colonial rule according to their judgements. Some say they made development by constructing schools, railway lines, others say that they used railway lines to bring weapons and established schools so that people can learn to say ‘yes’ to all, they order them.

Mustafa Saeed disappears in mystery. Village people thought he was drowned in the July flooding of Nile others thought he committed suicide.

As the first Sudanese who went to Europe for higher study, he had legendary fame in the educated circles of Sudan. People have different tales to tell about him. Some thought he earned a lot of riches through his talent and now leading a luxurious life somewhere in Europe. The Britishers say he was a fake scholar with no concrete backing behind his economic ideology that was based on the vague concepts of love and equality and without any facts and figures, in support.

Nobody was aware except the narrator of the story that he was nothing but an illusion, a lie, a mystery, a hallucination who led a secluded life in a small village situated on the bank of ‘River Nile’ and has since been died and left behind a very meagre amount of wealth that includes 6 acre of land, few date palm and lemon trees, and few hundred pounds and a red-bricked room that was yet to be opened.

The writer of this novel has shown his mastery of narrating skills. He has beautifully described the hardships of the desert in a day when the sun turns into a monster and brains melt under its scorching heat. He has also narrated the joy of desert evenings when cool winds start blowing and Africans take refuge from the agony of the day. At that time some people pray behind the shaikh, some dance in a circle, some clap and sing, while the sky remains kind and affectionate over their heads.

The writer tells about African culture and its openness. He tells the value of being deep-rooted in one’s lands like a date palm tree. He tried to make Africans understand that their country needs them no matter how much intelligence they have. It is the simple things in life that are extraordinary. Mustafa Saeed helped the villagers in project committee, he looked after the accounts, he knew the trade and commerce, it was due to him that they fixed a grain grinding machine in the village, it was he who floated the idea of opening a cooperative shop. In short, he was a man of great insight and value for the villagers and they always respected him. He ultimately used his economics skills and studies for the betterment of Sudanese people instead of continuing lecturing it needlessly in the bohemian circles and high-class society’s get-togethers; just as a fashion.

The writer has also tried to say that one should have his/ her base that was, very, unfortunately, missing in Mustafa’s case.

As for as the reference of a thousand years old infectious germs is concerned to my understanding he has tried to refer the different invasions of warrior nations in different parts of the world in different times, may it be Andalusia or Africa?

The entire story is deep-rooted and has multiple dimensions to understand the connotations and hints. With each fresh reading, the book reveals a new thing to ponder upon. That is the beauty of this book.

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Movie& Song Reviews

Thare Rahiyo| Pakeeza (1972) Meena Kumari

Sometimes a talented artists’ solitary performance becomes larger than life and makes the character-performed immortal. But it is only possible when one adds his/ her liver’s blood in the act.

Meena Kumari, the legendary Bollywood actress of seventies has nailed it with her incredible performance in the movie “Pakeeza”: a complete romance- thriller – end to end.

To be honest, taking the challenge to write a review of the movie is too difficult to handle for me; I doubt to find appropriate words to describe it. Therefore, I decided to review just one song of the movie i.e. “Thare Rahiyo”

This song is the soul of the entire film.

Friends, woman is a greatest mystery on earth, if only, one dares to solve it! She can lose her heart over just one word of love as sometimes, she is as thirsty for it, as a desert for a drop of rain. Imagine, a single sentence can haunt her for the rest of her life!

The story is not different for this moon-faced, rose-lipped, courtesan. Dressed in a pine-green frock embroidered with loads of golden work and burgundy pyjamas, wearing ghungroos underneath, the stage is all set for “Sahib Jaan” to put the hearts of the watchers on fire.

On the right side, Nawab Jafar Khan is resting on a bolster pillow. Next to him is sitting “Gohar Jaan” the renowned and pretentious prostitute of the time. Center is occupied by the love-bitten ‘Sahib Jaan’; spelled under her unseen love and drowned in deep imagination, she is contemplating her lover coming from the front gate of the ‘Kotha’. Next to her, is kneeling the chief pimp with wide mustaches, and the musicians are seated on the far left side of the dancing court.

The moment has arrived. The titans of the Indian Film Industry of the time are all set on the background to create a masterpiece to be seen for centuries to come. Kamal Amrohi the writer, director and producer of the film is not ready to accept less than perfect. Song was written by the great poet Majrooh Sultanpuri; sung by the magnificent, the one and the only, Madam Lata Mangeshkar, under the composition of the most celebrated musician of the time: Ghulam Muhammad.

That night, another flamboyant Nawab i.e. Zafar Ali Khan (Kamal Kapoor) was among the chief guests of ‘Gohar Jaan’.

As earlier said, haunted by the following single sentence of Nawab Saleem Ali Khan (Raj Kumar), ” I Saw your feet; they are very beautiful, never put them on earth; they may get dusty”, she dared to love a man, and that act is in fact forbidden for a dancing girl of a “Kotha”.

On the light notes of ‘satar’ (an eastern music instrument) ‘Sahib Jaan’ (Meena Kumari) starts her performance of the night. Raising her right hand up to her face then moving it slowly from left to right, and finally signalling towards the front door, she smiles and stands while looking towards her ghungroos, tide on her both feet, one by one; she extends her both arms in opposite directions and takes a killing stretch.

At this moment ‘tabla’ steps in, and with its each stroke she makes some mind-blowing spins and takes around 10 steps forward, followed by a few peacock dancing steps; she has not only startled the guest of the night but stunned the house full audience of Indian Cinema houses on February 4, 1972: the film’s release day.

The film has already touched its pre-climax.

Every playboy sitting at the “Kotha” of ‘Gohar Jaan’ was illusioned as if ‘Sahib Jaan’ is singing for him. But all her melancholy moves were, in fact, for her unseen love. While addressing her lover she says, ” wait, I am coming; just allow me to put some kajal in my eyes and place some roses in my braid. Look, the night is too short and my ghungroos are too restless to dance for you, only”.

Drowned in imagination, she dances incessantly. Nawab Zafar Ali Khan drooled on her beauty, showers lots of money in her feet.  Another lusty ‘new money’ starts competing with Nawab which hurts the pride of the Nawab prompting him to shoot directly on the hand of that ‘new money’.

One can witness a lot of glamour, drama, and action, throughout the song. Very delicate feelings, pride and egos of the then ‘Lakhnavi Culture’ has been portrayed during the act. I leave the rest of the action to be witnessed by yourself on Youtube.

Film “Pakeeza” took 16 years to complete. People say it was a tribute presented by a husband( Kamal Amrohi) to his wife (Meena Kumari). The story of her love-life is another chapter that can’t be covered here. This was her last films as only after weeks of its release, she died. During the making of this film that was very much resembling to her own love-story, she melted like a candle. It was only due to her deteriorating health that a few dance-steps of the last song “teerey nazar” had to be performed by another actress, in double veils.  proving to be a true artist, she justified with her professional responsibilities despite severe differences with her husband (Kamal Amrohi): the writer, producer and director of the film.

She nourished this film with her liver’s blood.

She was an actress of legendary fame.

You doubt!

Just Youtube “Pakeeza” or its song “Thare Rahiyo”.

“A tribute to the Indian Film Industry from the neighbourhood.”

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Code of Ethics

Media Hype

In today’s world, main stream media has gained  significant importance in our daily lives. Its mushroom growth, on one hand is keeping us more informed, but on the other it is posing us with the challenge of identification of the motives behind the news.

Majority of such media houses, especially in the third world are working as a tool of the mighty and powerful. Some of the media houses fail to understand motives of the minds behind the news; others are just ready to do everything to please such power houses to gain some financial favours or to satisfy their rivelry with the well established and experienced media houses.

Immature and fame hungry anchors remain always ready to move on the hidden strings.

Instead of maintaining objectively, they always try to mix their own opinions in every news. In this way they either destroy or pass on biased news to the masses.

Social media such as Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube has also gained much importance. Citizen Journalism has became so easy that you can publish any news or issue in minutes. All you need is a good camera.

The darker side of the main stream media is that most of the time they unnecessarily creat a flood in a tea’s cup and stars giving it hype. Their actual motives behind such a hype is to distract viewers from other channels such as sports, drama or documentories so that their ratings may not be hampered.

They only share important news if it is in their benefit, otherwise they are least bothered to broadcast it.

But with all its nuisance value some good is also being done and some awareness is spreading by its presence.

What is essential, is that one must not waste too much time on watching news; as excess of everything is bad. Divide your time prudently and don’t allow more than an hour on each day, by the maximum. Watch sports channels and new classic matches of your favourite sports. Allow some time to your children and discuss their problems, if any. And read some good books

Time is precious, life is short, enjoy its every bit to the fullest.

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Encroachments

Encroachments have different shapes and forms. They can be tangible, they can be intangible. They can be physical, they can be mental. They can be visible, they can be unseen. They can be in the shape of biases, they can be in the shape of egos. In all of its forms and shapes, encroachments not only create hurdles in our lives but also are the worst enemy of a civic living. Encroachments are not built in our life-styles in days or months; it take longer periods to become a part and parcel of our personalities.

The question arises what factors are responsible for creation of such mind sets. To me it is due to our own insecurities, our bringing-ups, unethical values that we have inherited from our society and elders; lack of proper education and fault of syllabus set for our youths and the most of it is due to lack of disciple shown by the governments and concerned authorities. Various other factors such as finding shortcuts to economic gains by avoiding due amount of labor are also responsible.

In the third World countries like us i.e. Pakistan, Institutional encroachments of some Institutions upon the other Institution’s domains is too much common. For example democratically elected governments are not allowed to work with independence according to the mandates allowed to them by the general public. Military and Judicial interventions are so common that it always keep the democratic process at bay. The precedent set by the top institutions to the general public and governmental officials on individual basis. According to their powers and positions they start encroaching upon the powers beyond their actual mandates.

Ordinary as well as influential individuals take some courage and start encroaching upon the land attached to their houses and shops. People take it as a privilege to annex the green belts in front of their properties that otherwise are part of paths and roads. They not only remained under the illusion of their actual ownership but also built/ try to built all type of hurdles in the shape of fences made from rocks, bricks, cement, iron, plants or pots. All such excesses over and above the actual measurements of the owned/ purchased property can easily be termed as encroachments.

We in Pakistan have developed a habit of encroaching upon properties which are otherwise meant for public consumption. Pursuing our such lusts we make the things ugly. When we try to built a full lawn with boundaries and markings on the green belts we made the roads and streets narrow not only for our-selves but for the community, as well. Broad streets and roads not only ensure our smooth mobility but gave a beautiful look to the locality.

Another misconception that people pursue and for which they remained all the time so keen is their desire to keep the level of green-belts well above the road heights. Now this thinking is totally absurd; as by keeping the height of green belt above the road level is the foundation of destroying of the road in front of our own properties. Through rain and daily watering of grass and plants out side of our houses the water start accumulating on the carpeted road and as a consequence the road starts wearing and tearing out. Had we kept our green belts below the road/ street levels the water will automatically go into the green belt area and the green belt’s grass/ plants will stand watered sufficiently and the rest of the water will went down in to the earth bed instead of staying of the road and damaging it.

Another major and most worrisome type of encroachment which is effecting the civilized look of Pakistan and its major cities is the quite un-checked practice of doing business anywhere on the roads and streets instead of its actual place i.e. markets& shops. Lahore alone is a city with more than 10 (M) population. Due to lack of vision of the people who have remained at the helm of affairs of the country where no concrete town planning has been done; the city of Lahore which is a Provincial Capital of Punjab is full of such business oriented encroachments which have engulfed the entire foot paths and have reached till the middle of the roads. The Roads which are meant for commuting and transportation have been turned into markets with scores of fruit and other commodity selling vendors.

The present government at the beginning of their term showed some interest to clear the encroachments but now have totally forgotten that once they were doing something. Only the cantonments and some renowned housing societies such as DHA and Bahria Town are free from such nuisance all other even renowned and big housing societies such as Joher Town and Wapda Town are full of encroachments every where. The main boulevard of WAPDA Town which was residential as per approved plan have been declared commercial with the malicious connivance of some greedy land owners and LDA (Lahore Development Authority). Due to this unethical act the living has become difficult for people who have made their houses for a peaceful living.

The previous government has played a vital role in making plenty of wide roads and bridges but the present government is even unable to save these roads from the encroachments. The city administration is in deep slumber courtesy incompetent rulers which have been imposed on Pakistan due to wrong promises of a cricket player turned politician i.e. Imran Khan with the backing of mighty military establishment.

In nutshell there is a great need of the hour that we the citizens start realizing our civic responsibilities and start this war against the encroachments from our own homes. We should keep our green belts wide as well as below the road levels. We should not grow anything but grass on the soil so that the extra water may be saved from undue wastage. We should plant trees and plants closer to the outer boundary wall so that sufficient space may be saved for pedestrians.

Stop buying fruits& vegetables from the dirty carts which have encroached upon the roads and streets unethically and illegally instead buy it from the shops which sell from within their legal premises. Most of such cart owners are runaway from the agricultural towns in order to avoid hard work in the agri. fields. So they needs to go back into their actual villages and towns and work in the fields, instead. This way they may have a better contribution for the growth of agricultural development which in still the back-bone of our economy.

So live civilized; learn to buy in civilized ways; start to construct in civilized manners.

The Government too should awake from its deep slumber.

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Use of Race& Religion in Politics

While looking at others one forget to look at his own home. Now a days, we in Pakistan are facing quite a dumb man (Imran Khan) placed at the driving seat of the country.  While in politics for the last 22 years he exploited the previously ruling governments by shouting at them of massive corruption, inefficiency and inflation. He showed the nation sweet dreams and utopia of a country which will be corruption free and things will be done on Merit. He promised the countrymen; of millions of houses and job opportunities and the like facilities if he will come to power.

Now he is at the helm of affairs of the country for the last 22 months. Inflation, unemployment is touching it’s heights. GDP of the country has gone into negative for the first time in the history of the ciuntry. He is totally clue less to run the affairs of the country. There is a long list of vision less and immature ministers in his cabinet. 

By perceiving the inability of their installed puppet the mighty establishment has alread grabbed most of the power chuk in his own hands.

Now a days in order to hide his shame he has started a new debate that Usama Bin Laden was a “Shaheed” i.e. martyred. And this statement came during the budget session of the National Assembly. Bringing a dead terrorist in to such a session is totally uncalled for and makes no sense. But at the same time it make sense for him as he too now has came open and clear to gather the sympathies of the vastly illiterate population of the country which is mostly trained by the hardliner religious scholers of innumerable sects on pet agendas.

Our Nation has witnessed thousands of lives gone due to terrorism of Usama bin Laden and the likes. There were bomb blasts in every big city of the country during the times of Usama bin Laden. Whoever was behind him; was an enemy of our home land. The very foundations of our country has been shaken by entry of such terrorists. If he was such a hero why he didn’t fight this war from his own country of origin or, inside America. Who allowed him to use our lands for this job.

He clearly knows that he has completely failed to perform as PM of the country; now instead of admitting his failure and resigning from the post he has chosen to use religion and fanatic mindset to exploit the people and forces who once supported& voted him to this position.

The crux of the matter which I want to share is, that I was under the perception that only Donald Trump and Narendra moody were the ones who used race and religion to gain the power. But now how can I blame Trump and Modi? We have found our own Modi in our on home. This a time to learn not only for the Pakistanis but Indians and Americans to think twice before voting next time so that no one can rise to power on the basis of hate speech, racism, religion card and with a fanatic mindset, as well.

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hobbies

Going Organic

The inspiration for this lucrative hobby was like a dream hidden deep in the hearts and minds of the couple. Now it was high time for them to turn their dream in reality. They have most recently been shifted to their newly constructed home. They were an enthusiast couple 👫 to do all the beautiful things in the world 🌍.

Presently there were two ✌️ main challenges for the Qs to meet with; first to design the lawn 🌿in the most beautiful manner by installing the most luxurious grass and rare specie plants in it. Mr Q was more vocal by nature and used to take the advice of everyone he met at the road or in his Public Utility Office. Resultantly, the lawn was erected in a way that at least 3 plants were installed in the space of one. Their overenthusiasm turned the look of their lawn near a jungle.

Anyway, our today’s topic is about their second passion i.e. going organic with the 🥚 🐣eggs and poultry meat production at their own new sweet 🏡 home. They were confident about raising hens at home that will meet not only their poultry needs, but fun for their kids, as well.
To start with the hobby Mr Q one day brought a few chicks from the local market. There was no cage at home. The chicks started roaming in the new house with full liberty throughing their little shit all around. Kids were so delighted and every day after returning from the school and before leaving for the school took the chicks into their laps and played. With the passage of time some of them were eaten by 🐈 cats, others were grabbed by lanky stray 🐕 dogs who can intrude into the house through the gap between the gate pillars and the gate itself. One of them any way succeeded in turning into a good looking hen, though I never heard about laying an🥚 egg by that hen, ever.

This early loss didn’t demolarise the couple. These chicks were just for kids enjoyment and the real plan has yet to be successfully accomplished. Half a dozen of the hens had already been promised to be gifted by Mr Q’s mama.

In order to host the gifted hens, a great need arose for arranging a cage for the income guests. So the couple decided to get a brand new cage manufactured from the best carpenter of the town. Now the question arose about the size and measurements for width length and high of the cage. So they decided to visit Mrs Q’s sister’s house whom chicks had already been transpired into full-grown hens and were laying sufficient eggs for their kitchen needs and this success story was again a challenge for the Qs. A valid question had already arisen for Qs; that why they were left behind in organic 🥚 eggs production despite a level playing field.

Without mentioning their intentions for hen raising project they entered the house pretending it as a routine visit. Mr Q, “wowed, eating a lot of organic eggs, alone”! ” Come on let’s have breakfast 🍞 with us. I’m going to Fri eggs as well.” Said Sister. During breakfast, the necessary information was passed along with the pros and cons of hen raising. As the spirits of the Qs were sky-high they listened to all the pros with interest but omitted the cons part.

Within a few days, an elegant double story cage was right in the house garage. In honour of the hen’s house, one of the Qs cars was moved out of the garage. The cage cost them $200 only. One chipboard cage has already been purchased for the earlier survived solitary hen. That cage along with chicks had cost them around $100 excluding feed.

Now the stage was all set for bringing hens from Mama’s countryside house. The entire family 👪 was quite eager to visit grandma’s house. Car was sent to the workshop for necessary maintenance and tuning. Some gifts we’re also arranged for the countryside family members. An aggregate amount of $ 200 was spent on this expedition including fuel cost.

The day arrived and the family Started their dream journey. ” You will see! Next month there will be as many organic eggs in the home as or our kitchen needs; even they may exceed our needs and we will be in a position to gift to our family and friends.” ” Why gift? sweetheart! don’t you think we are spending a lot of money on this endeavour? We will sell them in the market, dear.” Said Mrs Q. “Okay” 😔 Mr Q doesn’t want to argue prematurely.
The car now has started moving at a rapid pace. Mrs Q now feeling a little tired 😩 ; within few moments went into deep siesta and start dreaming. What he saw in her dream was plenty of colourful hens posting noises such as 🔊 — kuk, kuk, kuak, Kuk, kuk, kuk, kuak; like they were announcing that they have laid eggs. She saw that as soon as she reached in her mother-in-law’s house many hens came and sat into her lap. Her mother in law said to her that as many hens will sit in her lap those all will be gifted to them.

In short, they returned home 🏡with 6 hens and two ✌️roosters. The tally wasn’t bad at all. One was already back at home. As per careful calculations the net worth the gifted hens was around $100. When they opened the car Diggy all the hens had got freedom from the roops entangles against their eggs. Some were sitting on suitcase and bags. One was sitting on the pickle jar that was also gifted to them. Poultry shit was all around on the whole luggage. When they tried to shift them one hen flew directly to the face of Mr Q the other scratched the shoulder of Mrs Q. There was all the mess of flights and screams of hens all around the neighbourhood. It took a lot of effort to manage their placement into the double story cage. Two pots containing food and water were placed on each floor of the cage.

Tired 😩 of travelling the family soon went to sleep. During sleep, the entire family had their own dreams about the hens. Mrs Q was happy to see eggs and hens all around the house. All the fridge shelves were full. Finding no space hundreds were lying on the sofa which was broken when Mr Q sat on them mistakenly. A lot of young hens were running and flying through their home windows. Few took their flight towards the sky 🌈 and in few moments disappeared in the sky. Mr Q in his dream saw that each of their hens was laying two eggs per day; in twelve hourly intervals.

The however awake early morning and came back to reality from their overnight fancies. Anyhow, they were expecting some eggs though not as many as was dreamt by Mrs Q.What they saw was all the feeding pots were upside down and water had flown in the garage all around. To there surprise there was not a single 🥚 in any floor of the cage. “I think the hens were tired”, said Mr Q. ” This may be due to change of place honey! You know even we humans could not sleep well if not at home. Once they will settle they surely will start laying eggs.” Mrs Q opined.

A week went by without an egg. Mr Q was a little worried about the performance of the hens. He took some outside advice and someone advised him to add millet to the existing food; that was mere whole wheat. They also instructed the maid to took all care about feed and water needs of the hens while they were out of the house for work.
A solitary egg was laid by the whole flock in the next week. The family are it in breakfast and lunch by adding a lot of onions and potatoes in it. During the next three-four days, Qs kept noting the health benefits, if any on their bodies. They felt nothing special, except very little improvement in the waspish and spunk behaviour of their youngest daughter. It was not clear that this improvement was due to that egg or the hens itself as she was now spending quite some time playing with the hens.
On the contrary at sister’s house; their hens were laying four to five eggs per day, as per their intelligence reports of the Qs. Their spy was, in fact, sister’s maid who always opened the door for them. They also peep into the hen feed bucket so that they can learn the secret of good egg yield. They, however, not bothered to ask about the feeding technics from them.

Another two-three months were elapsed and the hen’s egg yield not improved from two to three eggs per week. It hardly happened once or twice that the hens laid two eggs in a single day. They boasted this achievement at sister,s house by adding some imaginary numbers.

Throughout the winter months, the hens remained in their cage without a warm cover. They kept feeding them and caring about their cage cleanliness. They also some time opened the cage and their lawn was now a mess of dirt and hen shit. Their hopes in hens now had been started to fade away. Qs were now exhausted. The feed bill alone had exceeded $ 100.
They now have seriously realized that expert advice is necessary or they should forgo this business.

Ultimately, they came to the sister’s house. They were told to use proper hen feed that is available at the market and keep the cage covered with some warm cloth.They were amazed to listen about the market existence of any such feed. They purchased on the advice and after use of a few days, some improvement in egg yield has been witnessed.

It was almost the end of winter. To their dismay, a common viral hen disease spread and their hens started dying one after another. They got out of breath and decided to abandon the pursuit, at once.

Mr Q visited a well-known friend who was also maintaining a good flock of hens at his house and imposed the remaining hens on his head at a discounted price. The friend was left with no option than to accept the hens. With these infected hens addition his own flock got infected, and in a few days, his cage was empty of even a chick. When Mr Q visited for receiving some payment his friend told him the entire tale and showed his empty cage. Mr Q thereafter never dared remind about the hen’s sale proceeds.

One fine afternoon Mr& Mrs Q sat to calculate the profit& loss of their hen venture. They estimated an aggregate amount of $700 as the total cost of their hen raising passion. Total egg yield during the 6 months was estimated around four dozens. As per their market price they were worth $5. It was a net huge loss of $695.
Their first damage control attempt wasn’t worked at all. Now there left nothing except the hen’s memories and a cage. They were sceptical about the cage. They feared that sister may pic it from their home without paying a penny by forwarding the reason that the cage is of no use to them, anymore. In fact, the cage was the last thing that they can minimize their loss but they were troubled that how to dispose of it as no serious buyer was there who can purchase it. For the time being from saving it from sister, they proclaimed that instead of hens now they have decided to raise partridges.

I floated the idea of using the cage as a shoe rack but the Qs took this sincere advice as a joke. Mrs Q didn’t rest his mind and kept speculating about different disposal options.

One find day a wonderful idea struck her mind and she during the meeting with her Area Schools Head wafted the idea of keeping the love birds at her school premises to attract new admissions in nursary and playgroup classes. The Area Head first has a weird look at her then suddenly agreed with the proposal. ” Madam we have to purchase a cage for this purpose.” Said Mrs Q. ” Okay you can buy one within the budget of $100″ ‘replied Area Schools Head.
Next weekend Mrs&Mr Q painted the cage yellow and red. The cage was shifted to school even before it got dried.

Now they were at a net loss of $595.

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Chickka Boom

Little Chickka Boom,
now dreaming under the wings of his mom,
will rise early and run after the worm.