Reborn... Looking For The End Again...

It has been approximately a year now, when the beginning of the end started... Give or take a month or two, the way you choose to look at it... But what a year it has been!! Anyways, that I would come back to blogging I never doubted, but that the way I would come back would be thus was never expected.

Anyways here is something that touched a chord deep down somewhere, so let us all see what Saadat Hasan Manto has to say to the Almighty...

Dear God, master of the universe, compassionate and merciful: we who are steeped in sin kneel in supplication before your throne and beseech you to recall from this world Saadat Hasan Manto, son of Ghulam Hasan Manto, who was a man of great piety.

Take him away, Lord, for he runs away from fragrance and chases after filth. He hates the bright sun, preferring dark labyrinths. He has nothing but contempt for modesty but is fascinated by the naked and the shameless. He hates sweetness but will give his life to taste bitter fruit. He will not so much as look at housewives but is in seventh heaven in the company of whores. He will not go near running water but loves to wade through dirt. Where others weep he laughs, and where others laugh he weeps. Faces blackened by evil, he loves to wash with tender care to make visible their real features.

He never thinks about you but follows Satan everywhere, the same fallen angel who once disobeyed you.

MANTO'S EPITAPH

Here lies Saadat Hasan Manto. With him lie buried all the arts of short-story writing...Under tonnes of earth he lies, wondering who of the two is the greater short-story writer: God or he.

PS- I was gifted a book of Manto's Collected Works, a book called The Bitter Fruit, by a special friend. This is taken from the rear cover of the book.