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Writing is the work of people associated with education and literature. Although, this is hard and difficult task for me, however, I have a few words for my friends. Please do not consider my syntax a written prose as these are spontaneously spoken words which I present before you in all humbleness.

To become a painter was the only desire I had in life. I remained engrossed in finding the path to achieve redemption, until one day, with a few letters of Syed Anees Shah Gilani in hand, I left my village Sanjarpur (District Rahimyarkan) and began my life in the busy metropolitan of Karachi. With little to go on and being without friends and help, my unrelenting faith became a strength that kept my hopes high in the most agonizing times. In my obsession to paint I went through a period of deep fixation. In the melting pot of time, my life was thawing in such a way that I became oblivious to the material world, the existent and the obscure. There was only a singular objective under the influence of which I kept passing my day & night paying to God.

In search of spiritual guide I kept withstanding the vicissitude of time and events until finally I meet my geuru Jamil Naqsb. Famous poet Obaidullah Aleem was the cause of this remarkable dawn in my life. The day I met Jmail Naqsh was the most striking and memorable day of my life which I will always cherish. I am forever grateful to Obaidullah Aleem and pray that may God always keep him under his blissful sanctuary.

To become a solemndisciple of the deity Jamil Nasqsh is by no means an easy task. Abundant patience, obedience and respect are some of the mandatory essentials. In plain words, it is like having to swim across a river of fire. It is my belief that whatever the circumstances, purposeful deeds and strong faith can case out the difficulties of life. Moment after moment, considering every objective a milestone, I kept walking through the difficult junctures in the capacity of a fervent apprentice. Although I withstood under and weathered cold without a blanker, but I maintained respect, tradition and befitting mannerism because there was room for neither mistake nor forgiveness.

With respect and obedience and without asking questions, I kept learning the appreciation of art, its universal philosophy and ways to tackle the vacuum between technical & mechanical elements of painting from Jamil Naqsh in a remarkably exquisite manner. This gradual input kept enhancing my abilities to appreciate and execute art.

Spontaneous art is a mix of blood and sweat which, to this day, I believe and practice with conviction. Cognizance of Jamil Naqsb to this unremitting nature developed an interest and kindness in his heart for me. I always thought that the tree that never tolerated kites and crows under its shade probably saw the nature of a pigeon in my soul and gave me the honor to remain under its compassion year after year. My inquisitiveness kept growing with time and I yearned for more. During this period, and to my utter dismay, Jamil Naqsb moved to London (UK) for settling down, this left me shattered and destitute. In the wake of the guru’s departure, I could hear silence and loneliness all around me in which I would often look back and talk to myself. Those days of filling tobacco for the guru, straightening his shoes and raising them to my lips had become a part of my faith. I kept searching within my soul and my life, whether a blessing or bane, was frozen in its tracks as if I had been turned into stone by somebody. I could not stop; I had to go on. So I sought refuge in painting by making use of every golden word that the guru had said to me.

Art does not have any destination and it is the name of constant discovery. Although I do not make claims of art expertise, whatever I received from the guru, I made it a part of my soul and kept moving forward, my entire affection, passion, respect and blessings of guru will be visible in my paintings.

Truth from the core of my heart is that from the window that I am looking, my universe revolves around my farther, Pritam Daas, guru Jamil Naqsb and God almighty, nevertheless, when I close my eyes and dive within my soul, then it is only Jmail Naqsb that remains because of whom my existence has become meaningful. My head is respectfully bowed for him in complete gratefulness. It is with the increase in the intensity of my respect and devotion for the guru that I have had this opportunity to express my profound graintude in all earnestness.