Bashira Marathi and Social Tragedy

 It is said that a legate named Bashira left his village and legatee family and came to the city. He had been doing the same job since birth. 

 So even in the city, he used to walk around playing drums with drums around his neck, wearing colorful clothes, waving his long hair in a dhamal style.

 As everyone has one day, one day he was recruited by a music director in his studio. From where Bashira progressed, first becoming an assistant director and then setting up his own studio, he gained fame as the music director “Ustad Bashir Khan”.

 Time passed. Ustad Bashir's songs became popular worldwide.

 Ustad's name being included in the music industry in films would have been a guarantee of success. 

 From the Bat Nagar Award, it reached the Hasan Performance Medal.

 The journey from Lali to Bali and then to Hali was completed in minutes. 

 Nominated for an Oscar.

 Moved to America and then settled permanently. Got married to Gauri Mem. 

 An honorary doctorate was awarded by Oxford. Ribbons were cut for fairs, exhibitions. 

 Drifting in a Ferrari and taking a dip in the swimming pool of five-star hotels.

 Traveled the world and got recognition. Voice of the East in Britain, Buddha's face in Japan and Wajib al-Kil in Afghanistan. 

 Millions were wagered in the casino and drugs were recovered from the bag. 

 Introduced an international clothing brand. Also created a chain of superstores named "Chaudhri Bashir & Sons".

Fifty years have passed. Chaudhry Bashir's fists began to cut and cut while climbing the stairs.

 Gori Mem also became the old sea-going old woman "Blue Heart" in "Titanic". Now Chaudhry remembers God.

 Performed Hajj, left a snow-white beard, started praying five times. Returned to the country, established a trust to serve humanity.

 Preaching and giving advice, conducting kidney operations for the poor during Ramadan.

 Decided to spend the rest of his life in his village. 

 He built a mansion in the village, dug a well, built a school, displayed a tomb on the grave of his parents and the inscription of "Ustad Haji Rashid Khan Late" and "Hajjan Bibi Allah Bachai Khatun Late". He built a mosque and a seminary and spent his last days in the haveli in remembrance of God.

 So sir! Chaudhry Bashir Khan's respect and fear in the village was such that when he passed by wearing a suit and a high Shimla turban, people would bow down saying 'Salaam Chaudhry Sahib'. Decisions on important issues were pronounced in the courtyard of Chaudhry Sahib's mansion. 

 Be it the treatment of the poor, the marriage of girls, the distribution of school certificates or the election campaign, everything was incomplete without the participation of Chaudhry Sahib.

 Then one day Chaudhry Sahib's beautiful granddaughter came to the village from America to meet him.

 Saw the village atmosphere and culture for the first time, liked it, decided to stay for a few days.

 Went for a car ride outside the village, had a minor car accident with a Prado. There was discussion, introduction, friendship and then love with the Prado rider. It came to marriage. 

 Mr. Chaudhry met the boy's father, asked about his lineage, and got the answer that the name of Chaudhry's son is Ali.

 There is a manor in the neighboring village, a wealth of money, a good and influential family.

 Chaudhry left the decision to the children. 

 The rest of the family also came to the village.

 The date of marriage has been fixed. The mansion was decorated.

 There was a wedding ceremony. Barat arrived. It was found that the girl's grandfather had come from the city. The girl's grandfather sat next to Chaudhry's seat.

 An introduction was made, some eyes were opened, some memories were searched, finally they recognized each other. 

 Old acquaintance turned out. "Oi Basheer Kanjar! So Kahe Ka Chaudhry" was the question. 

 "Oh my God! When did a Muslim become a Muslim?" Got the answer. There were bitter words, "Oy damnati di Olad" Oy legacyan da tola", "Oy cat, dog khan valyu".

 "Oy Deliyo, Shide, Najiz Oladou", "Oy Sora". The participants were watching in surprise. 

 The abuse was such that people broke their ablutions. People were returning with their hands covering their ears.

There were high ceilings, there were suits with cliffs, there was wealth, there was honor, there was social work, there was an honorary degree. But the language was marketable. 

 There were stories of mothers leaving their children and running away with acquaintances.

 There were stories of illicit relationships.

 Although it took 50 years for Basheer to become Chaudhry Bashir Khan, he returned in five minutes.

 Everyone had learned a lesson whether it was the change of time and place or position and clothes. 

 Whether he is placed on the seat of power or made a contractor of the minbar and mihrab by settling in perfume, the origin of man never changes and the times are known as soon as he opens his mouth.