An untold story


Rehmat was a gentleman. He had the dreams like the every young ambitious man could have. To fulfill those he did put every bit of his energy in pursuit of his dreams. He was outstanding in managing things or being a brilliant connector of the dots, I should say more appropriately, he became popular among his folks but use to remain lost in his world.

His success graph was enough to show how comprehensively he ruled out every peer in the so called race of world. He was happy, up to mark and maybe contented because he was smart enough to fill the appetite he felt everyday inside. It was 1961 and it had been 2 years to him to work for STRAIGHTFILL COMPANY in Lahore.

But this world has some rules and we all know how great teacher has been this world to us and one of its rule when you accomplish one level, you have to go for another regardless you want it or not, circle has to break and there are lessons and lessons waiting for you until you die. Now its you who will decide, you want to understand, communicate, walk ,run with life or may you screw up the relations, being dragged or be the bad student of life?.

So what happened, Rehmat vanished from the city one day. No body knew what happened and where did he go. It was 1964 then. It had been 3 years sine the questions sprung up in his mind.

The year 1997 was just another year to Taalib, working as library assistant in Summar Library Gujrat, reading books and, evening walk addiction and tea cups. Being a university student was his dreams but there was neither a  university in Gujrat nor he could afford studying outside city.

One day Taalib had to go as Summar Library agent to meet a community, working for libraries. Summar library ran by community funds like many others at that time. After the meet up he was walking in silence on the roads of city Jhang in evening when he saw a Grey haired man standing still near the logs, face up towards the tree leaves as he was listening the unusual. His body language was revealing his humbleness and his eyes had a strange spark. The next moment Taalib was standing right next to the stranger.

 Without formal greeting he asked, “what you are observing?.

“I am not observing I am feeling the presence of what surrounds me as you feel first and know later” old man replied.

 The old man offered the water from the pitcher placed near the tree on a rug. Taalib accepted and they sat together on the rug. After a query the old man told that he didn’t live there and actually he never dwelt anywhere for a long time he just did stops where he found the answers and then moved on. “ Horizons my destination, sky the roof and earth the bed. Touching the endless is impossible I knew but how much you walk on is sole salvation thing”.

It was pitch black dark and silence everywhere. But in the still of the night they didn’t even move for a while then old man stood up and lit up the fire.

“Do you live nearby?”.

“Me too don’t believe on living to particular one or belong to any single place” Taalib replied

it was the first time the old man smiled and he sat back again on the rug.He told about his journey and when he finished it was midnight but Taalib still wanted to hear some more. He continued speaking and revealed the finding it took him to decades to find which just stunned the Taalib that he forgot to breathe. Yes it was something, something worth of spending decades over it, hidden and unsolved until who belongs to it don’t find.

Taalib not only became wordless but also surprised that the old man whose name even he didn’t know presented and explained his jewels , his rubies of life time ,the solved mysteries to him just in a single night.

“Now you have found what you wanted to , task accomplished what will you do know” Taalib asked in surprise.

“No! journey can never find the full stop as one finding is just the part of the other unfind or unfold” he replied .“the most generous act to me is not donating your money , forgiving others or be patient but to sharing others your life time findings, searches, ideas, formula, techniques etc for the sole benefits of them.”

after observing Taalib surprise he revealed.” After all the suffering ,miseries , pain , patient all that stuff you find, something of worth that can bring some comfort and satisfaction in his life and he don’t contain the blessing to him but share wholly with others who else can be more generous than him”

For hours they both remained silent. The old man was sitting with his eyes closed and Taalib was feeling like the man whose world has just blown away, he was speechless.

Near dawn the old man just stand up and start walking away Taalib follow him, actually he wanted to become his followers for all his life but the old man forbade him.

“I am a free man and i want to see every body like this. I don’t believe in follow-ship because it has the eyes of a dead man and is an enemy of purity or genuine. The only thing we could do take the good thing then do our part which means improvise , create something new ,accomplish the level and share it to smoothen the road for others for new finding. There are two kinds of people you usually observe one who never dare to create and other who has the power to change things or create but what they do they produce unbroken chain of their followers.

You must have become the third one who has not only the power to change himself but when they share the findings, his life time rubies, they along with this sharing transfer the part of their change to transferee so he can at least improvise it and then unbroken chain of new ideas and leadership starts.

Don’t spoil the freedom of others by making them followers. Show them the right part of being human, being different.

It was all the old man has to say and then he started walking until Rehmat disappear from Taalib sight.

Taalib now a days run a publishing house in Multan. He travel a lot in search of new ideas , new findings and different people to publish and smoothen the way of unborn ideas.