Adnan My friend
This is one such memory which simply refuses to fade away
DR. MIRZA ASHRAF BEG
Friendship is a unique phenomenon wherein two souls get connected through some telepathic stimulus irrespective of their age, gender, cast, creed or color. Adnan my nephew-half my age was linked to me through some strange bondage the outlines of which are embedded deep somewhere in the subconscious mind that refuse to part despite the fact Adnan is not physically around.
During my twenty two years of absence from my valley Adnan had grown into a unique personality. Having survived the turbulent days of turmoil he had managed to navigate through the conflicting pressures of the guns of militants and security forces while scores of his contemporaries succumbed to the deadly artillery much before Adnan yielded to idiopathic cardiomegaly. As per my standards he had a striking personality with an impressive behavior that could have invited an enthusiastic eye of any Cleopatra in Kashmir. Despite that this bachelor from Sarnal would maintain a respectable distance with the opposite gender.
Islamabad (Anantnag) that is known for its multiple springs that gush out from the hills around this historical township known for its secular character has a piece of pine tree forests called Anytipa or Soorteng that add to its beauty. Having known his grandfather as a forest officer was instrumental in planting these pine trees Adnan had developed a great love for these pines and had made it his amateur duty to see there is no deforestation on Anytipa in Anantnag. Unfortunately this hillock has been occupied by security forces endangering the wild life over there. Adnan had a great fascination for research and during one of his triumphs to the archeological department in Srinagar he came to know the Chinars on the main gate of ‘Kashmir university south campus’ at high ground Anantnag were planted by Mirza Sahib of Islamabad more than a century back and the area is registered as Chinar Bagh in Kashmir archeological department at Srinagar. So Adnan proposed the main gate of south Kashmir ought to be called as ‘Babi Mirza’ or ‘Mirza gate’ south campus Kashmir.
He was instrumental to build the link road extending from Chinars of ‘Mirza gate’ of south campus to Rampoor that extends onwards to the sun temple at Kihiribal. Since he had a craze to stay in touch with educational institutions Adnan opted for a computer operator’s job in the south campus. Because of his agricultural background he attained a pivotal position for the developments and landscaping of the campus.
Adnan had developed a great interest in horticulture and would foot the distance uphill from Sarnal to his orchards at Fatehgarh to supervise pruning, insecticide sprays and hoeing etc over there. During one such endures while going uphill Adnan had a sudden bout of syncopic attack and was lifted home by some of his associates to be diagnosed as idiopathic cardio myopathy that needed a combo divice. Hence Adnan was shifted to Medicity New Delhi for tertiary care treatment that was not possible in SKIMS Srinagar. Some say death keeps no calendar while I strongly believe it does keep a calendar but you never know its venue of operations.
Cell phones have revolutionized connectivity between humans despite that when it rings at odd times it creates ripples in your brains. October 2010 started with usual beauties of autumn. Paddy fields had already turned golden and trees laden with fruit in Adnan’s orchards spoke volumes of his expertise in horticulture. Tenth October I had just offered my morning prayers to start my first sip of bed tea when my cell phone rang an obnoxious bell as I hate to receive unexpected phone calls at unforeseen times. It was dreadful to hear someone calling from the other end that Adnan’s soul had left for the heavens while his body was on its way to Kashmir. Recollecting the crispy nature of our relationship wherein Adnan had developed a unique style of getting upset on trivial issues with me and then in his hide and seek elegance try to attract my attention for a reconciliation and then I realized that it will be a wishful thinking to expect Adnan to return from his heavens to entertain me in his naïve style.
Jaatay Howay Kahtay Ho Kiyamat Ko Milain Gay
Kiya Khoob Qiyamat Ka Hai Goya Koi Din Aour
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