Hi, Jack! Bye, Jack! A Flower For My First Dog 50+ Years Ago - IMRAN™
It was more than half a century ago when my late beloved parents got me my first dog, a beautiful German Shepherd puppy, whom they named Jack. I could only pronounce calling him "Kack". Or maybe I was wanting my cake, and dog, too.
Even though I was a little boy, and many of the childhood memories of that age can get blurred (if not even fully registered in long term memory), among my many vivid memories from then include my time with Jack. I recall playing with him in our lawn, or under a large tree in the backyard, and around the courtyard.
At that time my Dad was posted in a remote part of Punjab, Pakistan, with miles of wilderness around the irrigation department homes my parents and other professionals lived in. One afternoon a bunch of wild stray dogs got into the Canal Colony.
Even though Jack was still really just a puppy, he went into protective mode and tried to fight them away. Several of them were able to put enough bites on Jack that my family was put in the difficult situation of having to decide Jack's fate, because the stray dogs had been deemed rabid.
Unfortunately we were too far from any major city or a place to get a veterinarian to nurse Jack back to health.
With broken hearts, my parents had to let someone take Jack away to keep me safe, and watch it and put it to sleep if it developed any signs of rabies. I did not see Jack again.
Over the years my family and I have had a pair of samoyed puppies that grew up and lived with us nearly 17 years. a couple of other breeds, and many German Shepherds (imported from Germany by my sister and brother in law over the years).
But to this day, despite his short time in my life, Jack remains my, and my family's, first dog, never forgotten. He remains immortalized in this photo taken by my father, as I held on to a flower, with Jack proudly sitting guard behind me. Good bye, good boy, great dog, Jack.

© 1965 Anwar-ud-din
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Last Look, Farewell To My Parents’ Jhelum Pakistan Home, New Year’s 1989 - IMRAN™
Thirty years ago, this was my late beloved parents’ Jhelum, Pakistan, home. I drove there from our Lahore home, at the start of 1989 to say Good Bye to them, and farewell to this home. It was two day before I was to make my second trip to United States, but the one that was to begin my new life in America.
Jhelum is a historic city. The Greeks knew it as Alexandria Bucephalus, the site of one of Alexander the Great's few defeats. It was named after his beloved horse, Bucephalus, which was killed during the Battle of the Hydaspes, between the armies of Alexander of Macedonia and Raja Porus. If you saw the commercially unsuccessful, and poorly cast movie with Colin Firth as ALEXANDER, that was one of the most dramatic slow-motion movie scenes.
During our time there, this beautiful home's driveway would literally be lined with cars every evening. Dozens of guests from the area, and cities as far as Lahore and Islamabad, would often just stop by unannounced, to enjoy my parents’ company and my mother’s famous cooking, especially her "endless trolley" of treats and meals. No exaggeration. EVERY night.
The beautiful lawns would have a dozen or more relaxing chairs laid out, as couples my parents barely knew recently locally, or knew for a lifetime from far away cities, would talk politics and movies, music and life, late into the nights. My Dad was an original gadget and movies & music lover since his teens. His Grundig Radiogram (record changer, and radio) and great collection of movie soundtracks on 33, 45 and 76 RPM records would provide the entertainment indoors, and a portable player would be used outside. Before the hustle bustle of guests would start usually after sunset, we would sit there to chat. You can make out some of my family sitting on the chairs on the left lawn.
The only snippet of an audio recording of my mother's voice I ever found is on one of the first telephone answering machines in Pakistan which I had brought to Pakistan in the mid-1980s, when most people there did not have an idea about the devices. A servant had accidentally clicked record on it downstairs and she is heard faintly speaking upstairs for a moment.
For 27 years since her passing, I have been trying to find more recordings of her or ways to enhance it more and see if she was speaking longer, but it is too faint.
Even without a recording, her smiles, her voice, and her words, spoken over the years in this home and others, remain in my ears forever, as they echo through the eons which mourn her passing too soon.
A few months after she passed away in February 1992, my Dad retired and moved to our Lahore home. That August 1992 was the last time we lived in this home. I made a trip from the USA to help him move before he too said farewell to it.
A few years after my dad’s passing, my siblings and I drove from Lahore to Islamabad, and visited almost every home along that great road where my parents ever lived during my Dad’s service to the Irrigation Department. This house was not in good shape as it was not lived in then.
But to me, and all who visited there, this will be how we will always remember it, while my father and mother's eternal home is now far away in the heavens. Farewell, home, sweet home, and beloved parents. Until we meet again, in a forever home far, far, away, but deep within my heart and soul, at the soles of your feet, for eternity.

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IMRAN (by) IMRAN, New York New York Selfie 30 Years Ago Today - IMRAN™
First week of living in my first home in America. Selfie in NEW YORK, NEW YORK, T-shirt, outside window of my Columbia University apartment (#39 at 110 Morningside Drive in Manhattan NY(, It was a tough and dangerous selfie to take, as I had to balance my camera on the steps of the fire escape. Anyone stepping out from their window above causing a vibration would have made my camera fall three stories to the road below. It was tragicomic in how many cars parked even on the "better side" of Morningside Park behind me either had their windows smashed & radios stolen by drug addicts from Harlem, or had signs on the windows promising "No Radio, Nothing To Steal." Even though it was not even the "worst" part of Harlem on the other side of the park, but I could hear yelling, roaring motorcycles, and even gunshots from the distance. But, I am so blessed to have found that great apartment, where I lived about 2.5 years through attending Columbia Business School, Columbia Journalism School and even Columbia Engineering School, for my four concentrations full scholarship MBA. My gratitude to all those who made that possible.

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See Rays Of Smiles, Feeling Sea Sprays Of New Horizons, On SeaRays Of Years Past And Future - IMRAN™
I was blessed to have lived on or near water all my life in Pakistan, as my late beloved father was an engineer in the Irrigation Department in Punjab, Pakistan.
We always were blessed to live in homes that were on, or next to, canals, rivers, or large lakes and dams. That is why I got to get on boats of various sizes in my Dad's department at various locations.
My own first boat was a SeaRay Sundancer I bought and brought into this boat slip at my blessed Long Island home, in 1995.
A few years later I acquired a used sailboat which I thought I would learn sailing on. But I never got around to it.
A dozen years later I was blessed to buy my first 'yacht' (boats above a certain size can be called that, but most people think of mega-yachts when they hear the word).
This too was a SeaRay Sundancer, a gorgeous work of marine engineering and nautical design, Size matters, and this was forty feet of love/boat(ing), with style, comfort and luxury even just docked at home.
This photo was taken by my then girlfriend Tania EXACTLY 10 YEARS ago TODAY!
Time flies as we sail on our journeys of life. And it is never always smooth sailing, because few lives are ever on cruise(ing) control. But, no matter when my ship comes in, or even when I have found myself stranded, like Tom Hanks, on a deserted island, alone without help in my times of crisis and need, choosing to stay happy, grateful, and looking forward to the next new adventure, and knowing the next new ship was going to come in with my name on it, is in my nature, and a personal choice.
My late grandmother's and late mother's prayers, my late father's confidence in all of us, his children, and faith kept me going through those and other difficult times.
Allah, the one Almighty God, came through for me every single time in my life. I could never show enough gratitude for all the ways he blessed me even after the darkest times.
Memories of the past, gratitude for the present, and dreams of the future all keep me happily heading to new horizons on the oceans of time.
Thank you for your prayers, which I always need. And appreciate.

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Sun Sets (Seas At Ease); Seize The Moment, (Ocean In Motion) - IMRAN™
(PG13 Alert!) An ocean beach at sunset, with no one else around but lovers, of life, of love, of lust, of ocean, of motion, is one of my favorite places to experience life to the fullest, deepest, most intense ways imaginable.
Being able to gaze at the setting sun and feeling the mighty ocean set at ease behind me, as a strong surrendering beautiful lover stands before me waiting to be consumed, and the ocean waits behind me with bated breath, to see a sea of love.
She waits, as does the sea, for the waves of furious passion to build up in these two lovers hearts, minds, bodies and souls, as they shed all concerns, all clothing, all inhibitions, all modesty.
I take command of nature and we surrender to the moment, Like a mighty lover, the sun fights hard against the forces of nature, and space and time, to stay up a little longer.
It yearns to cast the last of its rays, like a longing gaze of a universal voyeur known to exhibitionist lovers, on our bodies intertwined in the wet sand, not fighting nature but embracing it, penetrating it, filing it, until, under the sight of the heavenly bodies, our heaving bodies release storms of ecstasy, coating the scene and the moment, and each other, in the moist silky sheen of love, passion and devotion.
And, as the lovers breathing subsides, passion fueled energy passes from man to woman, from bodies without bodice a reinvigorated ocean starts coming, into motion.
The ocean, as if on command, gets ready to perform again. Its arousal sensed by the ripples on its surface, as it gets ready to again start rolling its mighty waves back on to shore, to make love to and have its way with the hot beach, on the sands of infinite time, inspired by the motion, the waves, the passion of the lovers onshore, for sure.
Come, come again, and again, come ride the waves of love and passion, pleasure and ecstasy, on sea, on land, on sand, on the ocean, with the ocean, my devoted loves.

- Imran Anwar

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Photo taken by Tania.

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