Hussain Abid. One in early 2014, I was sitting on the desk in a newsroom in Lahore, chatting with my colleagues before getting down work. Irfan Aslam, a journalist and friend, remained aloof, absorbed in a book with the title Qehqaha Insan Ney Ijad Kiya facing us. A senior colleague, intrigued, the book from hands. leafing through a few pages the colleague handed the book back to Aslam and said: “ es trah di hun di ay ” (This is what be .) A qehqha (a loud laughter) emerged out of Aslam’ mouth. I took the book and read some poems. It was my first introduction to Hussain Abid. The book, co-written with Masood Qamar and the late Javed Anwar, the taste of postmodern poetry, with meaning breaking down and a certain aesthetics peeling off the poem as it started suddenly, went down a little and then just ended; leaving the reader wondering: what was it? I befriended Hussain Abid on Facebook and the first poem I read on his wall was: Trained to sum up my reactions to creative expressions in an clichéd diction, I commented with disdain and […]

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