It is a a dark tale about a man who found a magic lamp and learnt that if he wept into the cup,his tears turned into pearls. But even though he has always been poor,he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. the story ends with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in his hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms.
Sibtain Manzoor Hafiz has a very strange feeling today; maybe it is because of the result of 6th semester. I am really not able to figure out what is happening to me , either i am loosing myself or I am growing up.I am in this dilemma and I am not able to figure out what has become of it. My Grandfather always used to say 'life is dynamism' and I would abruptly add "change is the most constant thing in life" but now it really looks like I am not able to get along with this change. I want to get out of this purgatory like situation as soon as possible but as they say everything that happens happens for good so lets hope for the best , at least in near future.
All our lives we actually never grow up the only things that change are our toys .In our childhood these toys are the knick knacks that we play with as we grow up we start playing with play stations,laptops blah blah after that when we get married we need houses and utilities and other things(new toys) and eventually in pursuit of all this we never realize what are we actually meant to do .Is this why we are brought in this world? what should we do? we never think about any of it!!!!!!!!
..................and that's the irony of our life!!!!!!!