ONE LATE COLD NIGHT: WE HEARD

ONE LATE COLD NIGHT: WE HEARD—

 

One late cold winter night, we heard the cry of an old lady from the nearby house. She was alone, living with her husband who was not well, and confined to bed.. Sending their pitiable condition, the neighbors used to help them by turns,. That night, whey they were alone, some burglars had entered their house from backside, after jumping over the courtyard wall.

 

The burglars had overpowered both the old and tied them to cots. The lady was somehow able to free herself from the bondage, and came out into the courtyard, from where she made attempts to cry for help.

 

Four of us reached there in a flash. We freed her husband from the rope, which was tightly tied. It had made marks on this old and weak skin, causing bruises.

 

Two of us went to Police station. The culprits had taken on their heels, when the lady raised the alarm.

 

The police came and made a through search of the house. They found two boxes in the open adjacent park. Luckily, the burglars had not been able to open them. All the precious articles in the almirhas were also safe. Thus, the old couples were saved from their valuable being stolen by burglars.

 

The next day, they changed the house and shifted to their son's residence in the nearby colony. The old lady was very thankful to her neighbours, who came in time to help them in their hour of need.

A CRICKET MATCH

A CRICKET MATCH

 

Last winter, I happened to see a cricket match in Lahore. The match was played between the Indian and the Pakistani teams. The match was played at the Qaddafi Stadium, Lahore.

 

Every game has its plus points. If fosters discipline, duty, team-spirit, cooperation and a sportsman spirit. Some of the Indian players and Pakistani players are very well known

 

Cricket is quite an interesting game. It is played between two team of 11 members each side. It is played on a flat, smooth and clean ground. Cricket requires two set of stumps bat and ball, the distance between the two set of wickets is 22 yards. The bowlers take their turns after every six ball. In this game, good fielding is also necessary for victory. Before the game starts, there is the toss. It is the choice of the toss wining captain to first of for batting or fielding. The fielding party puts three fieldsmen on the on side, six on the off side, while one is posted for guarding the wickets and one for the bowling. The game is generally played for seven hours in a day. The umpire is the final judge. He is the man who declares the players 'out' whether they are run out, bowled out, caught out, stumped out or le-before-wicket out.

 

The match that I witnessed was really very interesting. There was a huge gathering at the Qaddafi stadium grounds. India's leading cricketers were playing in the match. I saw the fine game of Tendulkar, and Imran Khan. They hit many boundaries, while Dravid and Javaid Mian Dad were playing very carefully. But soon Tendulkar was out. He was replaced by Laxman, who made 50 runs in 76 minutes while Ganguly made 66 runs in 70 minutes. Soon there was break for lunch. The Indian team made 219 runs for three wicket before lunch.

 

The Pakistani players started bowling with fire after lunch. Imran khan bowled very fast and he clean bowled Sehwag. He was replaced by Yuvrah Singh, who hit three sixers. There was a tremendous cheer from the spectators. There was great excitement among the spectators as well as the players. Everyone was in high spirits. Yuvraj Singh played will the end and went on to score a century. The umpire gave a long whistle and the game ended for the day.

 

The spectators dispersed. Some of the cricket fans were patting Yuvarah sings for his brilliant performance. Soon the crown fizzled out and we came back home. It was a thrilling match for me.

CONVINCING LATE COMING BROTHER

CONVINCING LATE COMING BROTHER

 

I had been noticing that my brother Riaz has been coming home daily very late. This had been going on for some time, so I decided to day up till the time he came home and ask hi. When he returned late again that day. I was waiting for him. When I asked him why he was so late and where he had been , he did not answer my questions. Instead he made a face and wet off to his room. I felt very hurt at hit s attitude and couldn't sleet the whole night.

 

Next day, when Riaz came late again, I was waiting for him but did not ask my questions. This must have troubled him and he must have reailised that I was very upset. He asked me what was wrong and why I was so quite. Then I told him that he was being very irresponsible by coming home late every day. It was obvious that he has got into some bad company, which keep him busy till late each night. In fact, he was so busy that he had forgotten all about his family and responsibilities home. Beside, it cannot be good for his health or future.

 

The little lecture seemed to have done the trick. Riaz felt very bad that he had been behaving in such an irresponsible way. He promised never to be late again and to spend more time at home.

 

CONVINCING MOTHER, FINDING A LETTER

CONVINCING MOTHER, FINDING A LETTER

 

One day, while she was looking for some plain paper to write on, my mother found a letter on my table. It was a copy of the letter I had written to Meena, who was my classmate in the old school. But my mother assumed something else and arrived at the wrong conclusion. So I had to sit and explain it to her.

 

Meena and I had been classmate for more than three years. And since we had done many projects together, we had become good friends, but we were always a part of a group. Ever since I changed school. I had lost touch with many friends there. So, when Meena met one our common friends recently, she asked about me. She also sent me a message, asked me to get in touch and write to her. That is why I had written to her.

 

The long explanation seemed to have convinced my mother that I was telling the truth. But there was one more thing that I had to say to her. That, it is perfectly all right for boys and girls to be friends and it is normal for friends to write to each other.

 

Anyway, Meena came over to our place a few days ago. Since I was not at home, my mother had a long chat with her. And, it seems both of them got along very well.   

CONVINCING FATHER ABOUT STUDIES

 CONVINCING FATHER ABOUT STUDIES

 

Early in the morning. my father got up, and started calling me. When I woke up, he delivered a lengthy lecture, not only on early rising and its good effects on the physique, but also on, how to utilize my morning hours for my studies, which he thought, I was not attending to, though I was pretty well almost in all the subjects.

 

He cited the examples of Ahmed and Danyal, two of my classmates, who always used to top in the examinations, and are, according to my father, early risers, and very diligent in their studies. Though my information is that both of them were as ordinary as I am. But luck favour them, and they always get top positions.

 

I told him that I was attending to my studies as much as I could and he should bless me so that I might also get good marks in the next final examinations. He very reluctantly agreed to spare me, as he had to, perhaps, attend to his court duty that day a bit earlier is senior had called him to the Lawyers-Chamber at 8 a.m. that day.

 

HOME LIFE BETTER THAN HOSTEL LIFE

HOME LIFE BETTER THAN HOSTEL LIFE

 

Tariq came home during Break for about a week, and met his friends whom he had not been able to meet during the last 2-3 months, as he was staying in the hostel. He was daily surrounded by them, as they were also equally keen to learn from him about his new experiences at the college as well as the playground.

 

One day one of his friends expressed a wish to be in a hostel, whereupon Tariq  had to remark that he was not right in wishing for the hostel life, as home life was far better than the hostel life. He had various points in support of his belief. These are some of the important arguments put forward by him.

 

Early in the morning, when one gets up one finds either father or mother, or some brother, sister or other near and dear one in a home, while in the hostel it is the same room-mate or a bearer carrying a tray with cups full of cold tea. You feel like greeting your parents or someone other, while in a hostel you are terribly annoyed with the servants disturbing your sleep, early in the morning.

 

Then for cleaning, sweeping or for your meals, you have to struggle a lot, as no one appears to be the least bothered about you, or your friends. There, every thing is so routine.

 

In the evening also you generally do not get your hot cup of milk, coffee or tea, or you have to remind the servant, day in and day out for your share of meals.

 

One misses the home life most in a hostel, especially on the eve of festivals, as it is not always possible to go home during every vacation, long or short. The friends and relatives are missed the most.

 

Whether it is meals or sleep, games or study, cleanliness or comfort, home life is better than hostel life