Hussain Abid. One evening in early 2014, I was sitting on the desk in a newsroom in Lahore, chatting with my colleagues before getting down to 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, took the book from his hands. After leafing through a few pages the colleague handed the book back to Aslam and said: “Poetry es trah di hun di ay ” (This is what poetry should be like.) A qehqha (a loud laughter) emerged out of Aslam’s 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, had 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 often clichéd diction, I commented with disdain and […]