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Thursday, May 19, 2005
A homage to a great person!
There are some people in life who leave a mark on your personality. Uncle Yaseen was one
of them.
Way back in 1996, I found out that new neighbours had shifted in the house across the road. My
parents knew the uncle, aunty through some old family connections. I was cusrious to visit them
because I found out that they had a daughter my age (& also because they apparently had two goodlooking sons studying in cardiff).
After getting through my O Level papers, I descided to go and visit them. Being a typical Punjabi family like ours, I instantly developed a liking for the family, espically the uncle.
Extremly polished, very down to earth (no one could say he was a memeber of one of the richest families of our country), stylish & tasteful, full of life, extremly well read, witty, avid traveller & to top it all extremely goodlooking, Uncle immediately became my crush. Not one of the crushes which come & go, rather a fatherly figure who i almost used to worship. (Its a sad fact that neither of the two sons had taken after their father).
It would be wrong to say that I was friendly with him. Rather, in his presence I would justsomehow manage to lose my tongue. Whenever I used to meet him-I would just be enveloped by his charisma (very few people have this impact on me).
So, two years back, he was turning 50 & his kids planned a surprise birthday party for him. Me, obviously being family now was given the task of designing the invite. I was overwhelmed. I wanted to design something out of this world, for this person I looked upon. After endless efforts I stuck upon the design which was an instant hit. I could'nt wait till uncle saw it & gave his opinion. (which would obviously be after his birthday). I was overjoyed when he called to thank me.
It was like passing with honors! Two days after his birthday, the whole family shifted to Fasilabad because of some family and business issues. We were all devastated. But Thank God the distance didnt make the families move apart.
Uncle would often come to Karachi for business & drop in for a minute or two. His family used to come regularly & stay with us.
This 16th, Uncle celebrated his 52nd birthday. I was too shy to call & wish him. His younger son called saying
" Abu ab teen companies kay owner hain, mainay details email kar deen hain, jaldi say aik sexy sa visiting card design kar do Un k liyay, its going to be a birthday gift, bill bhi un hi ko bhaij daina!"
I smiled.
Today I was just doodling away some layout ideas for the visitng card, when my mother called me in the office. She sounded really upset. My inquiring if everything was ok, just made her break down. Between her sobs, all I could make out was ""Yaseen Bhai is no more with us"".
"Yaseen Bhai"? I couldnt register...
"Fasilabad walay yaseen bhai, kanwal....who else"?
I didnt even ask for details. I think even now that I am writing this, I am in a state of denial.
Dear God, if this is true, please let his soul rest in peace & take care of his family - if I can feel such a loss I wonder what they are going through!
Posted by Kat at
10:04 PM
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