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یہ بوند بوند بارش یہ کرن کرن اجالا میری زات کی تشنگی پر میری روح کی سلوٹوں پر یوں پڑیں کہ جیسے کسی مہرباں نے آ کے رکھا ہاتھ مشفقانہ یہ بوند بوند بارش یہ کرن کرن اجالا جو پڑا تو ایسے چمکا میری زیست کا ستارا یہ چھنچھناتی کرنیں یہ سرر سرر ہواییں یہ بگل ہیں روشنی کے نئی صبح کے ہیں اشارے میں جو مدتوں سے بیٹھا ڈھونڈھتا تھا شرارا یہ پڑیں تو پھر سے چمکا میری زیست کا ستارا Yeh boond boond barish Yeh kiran kiran ujaala Meri zaat kei tishnagi per Meri rooh kei salwatoon per Yun padin kei jaisey Kissi meherban nei aa kei Rakha haath mushafiqana Yeh boond boond barish Yeh kiran kiran ujaala Jou pada tou aisey chamka Meri zeest ka sitara Yeh chunchanaati kirnein Yeh sarur sarur hawaeein Yeh bagul hain roshani kei Nai subh kei hain isharey Mein jou mudatoon sei baitha Dhoondhta tha sharara Yeh padein tou phir sei chamka Meri zeest ka sitara

Is it possible to live an honest life? To be truthful at all times? Increasingly I feel that it is not. Less so in our professional lives than our personal lives, it has become almost impossible to live ethically, honestly and honorably. Look at the different professions that were involved in today's event. Armed forces(carrying out the operation), Intelligence agencies(providing information leading to the event), government agencies(handling the pre and post operation), politicians(gaining political mileage and determining the language for maximum profitability), media(reporting), academia (analyzing)-these are some of the players that were churning out lies at a very very grand scale. No one in their personal lives rejoices at death? Every child is brought up to respect this transition; in every religion, death is a time for silence, for introspection, to learn from the dead person's life and make amends in our own, if need be. Yet, none of these obvious matters have been b