Catch the Glimpse

“Come on! We are late, Rohail”
I heard a voice on my back.

“They will close the entrance”
Another strike to me.

I put a last critical look on me through the mirror, rechecked my tie, brushed my hairs with fingers,

“You always took that long?”
One of them asked.

I smiled and thought of my father, who really hates this laziness, he always claim, “Rohail I am worried for you, even girls don’t take as much time to get ready”, and as usual I try to manage situation with some regular excuses, “Abu G (Father), I was searching perfume for you or watch”, each day I replace the “search items”, and father on my excuse, does smile always, and I think he has accept the reality that laziness is in my blood, in my veins, in my bones.(AAAAAHOOOOO-A motivational yell of  Spartan boys)

“Man, we are doomed, they are closing the gates.”
One of my friends mumbled.

We ran toward the entrance, and went in eventually just before seconds (Spartans Act of quickness).

This was the convocation day of university of Gujrat, just after little struggle I found my department area but it took me ages to reach,
But

چلے تو کٹ ہی جائے گا۔
سفر آہستہ آہستہ۔۔

 As on my way I saw a lot of HOORS,

As Tabish sahab said

یہ جو چہرے ہیں یہاں چاند سے چہرے تابش


Now days you would rarely found any girl with skin color cheeks,
I really don’t know who invented “blush on”, a red color powder paste which you can easily found on cheeks of every woman on planet.

With that sparked cheeks, you would just think

حسن انساں سے نپٹ لوں
تو وہاں تک دیکھوں۔۔

And if you really think you can (نپٹ) deal with صنف نازک (Female).
Then your name should be in Guinness book

As a matter of fact I stood still for some time, looked toward all departments or you can assume I looked toward every single girl in every corner of the convocation shed,

Why?
Because 
تم ہی تو آنکھوں کی روشنی ہو۔

 variety of colors wore by different departments of University, I felt relief in my heart, such a peace a man can realize only; I almost forget to mention it was a well disciplined event.

Rest of the ceremony was not so attractive for a student of normal grade like me, seeing the boys taking gold medals was so boring and more envious but seeing the girls receiving gold medals was really so wonderful and so inspirational.

 “Our youth possess a tremendous potential. It is a matter of great pride for us that our graduates have made a mark in foreign universities”, a voice broke my staring moments to a high pony girl with blue eyes, as she was also well aware of my gratitude and was fairly happy with that, I just looked toward the stage, found Chairman Higher education commission of my beloved Pakistan, voice rebounded all around me.

That’s what I definitely know and really proud of that,

“There is no deficiency of education in Pakistan anymore but of quality”, he said again.

I thought for some instant,
What is quality education?

I saw the crowd especially girls cherished and happy, clapping unceasingly; I wonder who would give a think of notion of quality education also I wonder who the fool would For God sake think anything like I am thinking, 

as Poet Said, 

تم میرے پاس ہوتے ہو گویا
جب کوئ دوسرا نہیں ہوتا۔۔

“Here is a lot دوسرا, or variety of beauty”, I thought with a devilish smile.

At last event ended with unforgettable memories, or I would say the memories of unforgettable girls.

Time went on, so do I.

Now

The Bitter reality:
I daily see kids(Kids are not bitter reality but to take care of them, Wallah I have a nephew, I feel myself mad and psycho when I have to take care of him for some hours),boys and girls leaving for school, colleges and universities,
I daily meet with hundreds of people,
Ultimately I daily learn that nothing has changed, even Education is on our doors, in our laptops and mobiles, in our cupboards, In school bags.

I don’t see Love (Love of World-Humanity),
I don’t see sacrifice (sacrifice for good),
I don’t see beauty of tongue (Not the Fawner one)

            More Bitter reality:
Years have passed, and I’m so longer the part of this community that I have almost lost the sense of thinking about REAL EDUCATION,

Oh!! I said these words somewhere, some years ago (The girls were pretty- wow what a memory connection)

Most Bitter reality: 
Jokes apart, I am living in a society where education refers only as BIO, CHEMISTRY, PHYSICS, ENGLISH, MATHEMATICS and URDU etc

We have entirely forgotten the meaning of Education
           The Real Education.
     
              MANNERS
   HUMANITY
   RESPECT
              LOVE
   HELP
Education means knowledge... Knowledge of how to behave, knowledge of how to speak, knowledge of how to be kind.. Knowledge of how to react... Knowledge of how to be humble... Knowledge how to deal... Knowledge of how express... Knowledge of how to be a knowledgeable person... Our schooling though furnishing us with degrees but we're miles away from knowledge... I hope a day will come when we'd not only have degrees honoring us in convocations but badges of knowledge as well which we proudly wear on our chest and would appear as a decent and literate nation on globe,It's us, who have been given the capacity by God to turn the world either in Heaven or Hell..
                       

We are so dipped in the circumstances of achieving high scores, squeezing each other heads and in lust of goals that we have completely forgotten the purpose of life,

Isn’t it to serve the humanity?
To make this world a beautiful, peaceful place to live in?
So what?

Need Optimistic Point:

I would justify this in this way

“that if we learn nothing, we have not grown up yet, so let’s start learning all the qualities that belong to humanity, love, respect; that belong to us, REAL US,”

“We can learn it today, we would learn it, we have to learn it because we are still kids and kids are destined to learn, for a long term ultimate positive results, for a beautiful world, for a REAL US world”.

I read a quote last day,

“What if after you die, God asks you, how was heaven?”

Rohail Ashraf Cheema