SEEDS

Series – One

This book will be read – or ignored – as one of C.J. Jung’s.

SEEDS that I wrote and published as a vomit, was my failure at English formatting and computer techniques which, due to reasons indescribable, I had to put up with; deleted words reappeared, corrected proofs appeared non-proofed, grammar and composition went awry; pieces appeared and reappeared at unwarranted places as I wouldn’t know how to have ‘save and copy’ off; in short, it was a mess, but not without ‘gems’. The publication of Seeds, among other things, was a hit-back to the malice and callousness of the people with the jaws of a shark, the ones whose tongue lashed at me as of the viper. I had done no wrong. I merely lived my life, but they interposed and imposed their lives for one of the ideals I had to live. It was they or me, and I opted to have me rather than them. Brother Jum*oo said, “Right or wrong, go ahead! All others be damned!” and that made me see my Maker, the Unknown one who has all the strings of the fates of us on his fingers, I am not His puppet; none is. And we are not mortals; if we were, the Maker wouldn’t be a good maker. This edition of SEEDS, as an aftermath of   the relief from nausea after the vomit, is my effort to redo SEEDS in paper format, without proof-mistakes, corrected, improved in version, and in a better form.

Hulem Brohe

Note from the blogger: 

This is the beginning of one of Abdul Haleem Brohi's 'not so appreciated' work. Disliked mainly because of his interpretation of the events of his own life. He trusted me with it in 2005. It was typed and saved on floppy discs, much in use at that time. He made me promise that I would have it published in case of his inability to do so. With a very heavy heart and some doubt in my mind, I took the responsibility. Mainly, because he was not the one to be convinced of anything other than what he had decided. 

He had his heart surgery after this. Right after reviving some of his health, he set up his mind to go ahead with the task, and that too with the support of Jum*oo (Abdul Aleem Brohi), his younger brother.  

After going through a rough patch in my own life, and coming to terms with my father's inability to take up a fight with the world anymore after leaving the world in 2010, I am putting extracts of his work on this blog. This, I am doing with the support of my youngest sister Rabia Brohi. 

Our only reason for taking up this task is to do something for our father, who taught us philosophy, psychology, and most importantly humor, that gave us ability to see the lighter side of life in dark times. 

For the love of Baba

PS. This text is published as found in the booklet he published.