Plus, Minus, Multiplication….. Disheveled hair, long beard, wrinkled face and frail body was his real posture whom we dearly called Sirdard Chahcha. Sometime we used to sit around and request him to recite some of his creations and he happily recited his poetry in amazing way. Sometimes he passed his diary asking one of us to read loudly in the same manner the way he recited. Sirdard Chacha was like poet, writer for us although his poetry or whatever he composed were beyond our comprehension but whatever he recited we enjoyed them immensely. We neither saw him attending any Mushaira nor found his creations ever published in any magazines. On the contrary whenever we talked about his poetry to our elders they ridiculed his poetry and called him stupid, mad who had ruined himself because of his stupidity. We either found him sitting alone immersed in his diary or wandering alone outside. Even though we did not find him act differently notwithstanding people always called ...