Harvest

I came across this photograph at the online media gallery of a Pakistani newspaper. Its from a village about a 100 km west of Abbottabad, a place that will probably remain famous for quite a long time. April/May is the time of wheat harvest in this part of the world. Not every one has access to the sophisticated machinery used in the developed countries so often people are seen harvesting the crop using a sickle or 'Daranti' as is known in some South Asian languages.

Something about this photograph struck me to keep it for reference and share it. Maybe its the expression of extreme care with which the pictured innocent looking young girl is collecting the seeds or something else but it seemed a photograph that  was definitely worth sharing.
Image source: http://www.dawn.com/2011/05/07/the-ten-that-made-it-from-pakistan.html?pid=20493

بھول ہوی ہے

برگشتہ یزداں سے کچھ بھول ہوی ہے

بھٹکے ہوے انسان سے کچھ بھول ہوی ہے

تا حد نظر شعلے ہی شعلے ہیں چمن میں

پھولوں کے نگہباں سے کچھ بھول ہوی ہے

جس عہد میں لٹ جائے فقیروں کی کمائی

اس عہد کے سلطان سے کچھ بھول ہوی ہے

ہنستے ہیں میری صورت مفتوں پہ شگوفے

میرے دل نادان سے کچھ بھول ہوی ہے

حوروں کی طلب اور مے و ساگر سے ہے نفرت

زاہد تیرے عرفان سے کچھ بھول ہوی ہے

Next Life

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start working, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm! I rest...


"Next Life" by Woody Allen