Majid is four and a half year old. At this age he is a devoted fan of his father’s talent. Today his fascination has touched the sky for his father Kuddus Mian has caught a mouse for him. Not only has he caught it, but also he tied its tail with a red thread. When the thread is unleashed, the mouse starts walking in its own mood. It can be brought closer by pulling the thread.
Once an inquisitive reader asked me, ‘Could you please tell me where do fiction-writers get so many stories from?’ ‘Why not?’, I beamed with confidence. ‘Listen, please. Suppose it’s evening – home time for the office goers. The Chaurangi area is buzzing with the crowd. Trams are sardine-packed with exhaustion-consumed people. White Sahibs along with their wives and children are enjoying themselve . . .
Influential people and poseurs, in our country, place boards inscribed with professional tags like 'PRESS', 'DOCTOR', 'ADVOCATE', etc. behind the windshield of their cars. They do this with calculated designs in mind. Displaying their real or assumed professional identity, they can avoid unnecessary police interrogation in the street or can enjoy the prerogative of usi . . .