Tujh Se Naraaz Nahi Zindagi… – By Aneela
I had planned that I would for this post..out of respect to the theme..drop the “reference to song” link. I think I picked up this whole, respect-music-frivolous songs-serious moments tamasha while listening to radio shows in Pindi. They would break for azaan, and it was just not DONE for RJs to nonchalantly resume their inane Urdu-English banter, so they would have a naat, an ad break and then let the party and prattle begin.
We did things differently back then. Still do.
Come school getting off, all of us would tumble out of the school gates and line up near the school wall. Congregate in the parking lot. Run up and down the foot path. Wait, wait, wait for someone to pick us up. You always waited outside the gates as a kid, even if you were the last one left, a forlorn figure next to a huge school bag. Of course when you grew up to be a college student, you had to wait inside the compound , behind the gates, until the chowkidar had identified your car, your “regular” driver, your guardian. For you know college girls are less mature than an eight year old, college girls are so trusting of any stranger who might offer them candy.
Just as we could go merrily to the shooting range, singing Bollywood songs no less, with nary a permission letter that we have joined the National Cadet Cor. Permission letters are for pleasure trips, Yes My Daughter May Go To The Museum of Natural History (where an exhibit may or may not fall on her. But its no live ammunition right?)