I faced many problems due to remaining so much ill. Now at the end,
i'll mention the disadvantages or the drawbacks of my illness.
First of all the biggest disadvantage caused was when i was in class 2
(second standard) and i couldn't go school to appear in my final exams
and finally the drawback was that i had to repeat that class. I
remember my parents did so many efforts but my principle refused and i
had to repeat that class :( :( :( i lost most of my friends. My
company was changed. And my new classmates thought that i'm not a
capable student so i'm repeating i.e. I failed my exams. Some of them
used to taunt me so much and i didn't like it.
Secondly, as i've mentioned earlier, i lost the charms of many
functions :( i missed many tours. Most of the times, i used to remain
ill so i couldn't enjoy the functions. Couldn't dance at mehandis. Had
to wear so many sweaters even with fancy dresses. I can't forget the
time when i was left in sheikhupura only because i was ill :( and all
my cousins went Murree, Azad Kashmir and many other hilly areas of
Pakistan. I was so jealous when i saw the snaps :(
then another problem is that i've got so many moles on my skin due to
extra exposure to sunlight :( i've got a skin problem. My moles keep
increasing now. I was always kept in sunlight throughout the winters
to keep me warm.
Another assumption is that most of my friends and family members say
that i gained weight because i had been taking very high potency
medicine at a very early age and then i constantly used them. Although
i don't agree to this assumption but it really might be true that the
medicine made me fat :-P
another problem is that i always face the problem of my hands, feet,
eyes. They keep burning. Remain very hot. My eyes are unfresh although
i drink too much water but medicines burnt me. My eyes are yellow :(
i cant do fashion in winters :( i need to very heavily cover me.
Whenever i see my childhood pictures, i get depressed because all my
age fellows, class mates, cousins are wearing very nice dresses but
i'm wearing caps, jackets everywhere so i don't like them :( I cant
drink much milk, eat rice, potatoes, yogurt, pickle etc etc. Specially
in winters. When i drink milk and sleep, my all veins, neck, throat,
nose everything gets blocked!! I believe it that such things really
create problems for me :(
I need to remain very very careful. The advantage of remaining sick is that i'm more careful for my health e.g. I can't sleep untill or unless i don't keep water beside my bed. Its a habit from childhood. Because i had been suffering from the severest bad cough that at times i couldn't wait for someone to go and bring water for me. So i always keep water with me or i can't sleep comfortably. In this regard i'm thankful to ayesha baji she noticed it only one that i've kept water with me and from that time, whenever i visit her home to spend a night, she does it for me. I hope i'll succeed in killing
this disease :-)
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Me and my illness (2)
And the next day she came to me in astonishment. I didn't know she
heard me all the night. She said girl i was so scared that you can
pass any time. You're really very strong. Aysha was the one who had
been very very very caring that time. No matter what what i do for
her, I can never return her for that time. I didn't go university for
so many days.
Whenever i'm ill, i call my parents from hostel that i'm ill, they
both turn very upset. I remember when my friends told my parents about
my sickness, abu was shouting at phone 'ye meri beti kisi ki bat to
maan hi nahin sakti na. Mene isko bohat mana kiya tha k lahore college
hi thik he. Pindi itna door mat jao. Yahan hamari jan azaab me ai
rehti he' and at the end he said slowly 'is ko kahin le jao beta. Is
ka khayal rakhna'. I was shifted at baray abu's home for a week. Met a
police physician there who advised me tablet "montika" for allergy.
And banned my morning and evening walk because he said pollen are very
active at those times. That tablet remained very effective and his
advise too.
I remember the days when i was kept in sunlight for the whole days. I
was given bath after weeks. I used to wear double caps and jackets in
school. Over packed as compared to other kids. Even from my childhood,
i remembered the names of my medicine and my doctors. Ami sometimes
tell me how i pronounced some of my medicine. Ventolin was usually
given to me for my breathing. Then Butamin. Nebulizing was regular.
Inhaler was in my pocket all the time. Strepsils is the most chewed
toffee. Erythrocine, hydrillin, benadryll, phanergan were all time
syrups with me. I'm much thankful to Allah that i'm much recovered
now. But i can't forget the nights when i used to have even five
pillows under my neck to ease my breaths.
I didn't let ami and pupho all the night. Even didn't let them turn
their face. I forced them to keep their eyes open and keep their face
on my side. If they slept, i woke them up again.
Some funny incidents are also linked with my illness. Once i remember
pupho took me to the doctor (his name was asghar) and fortunately i
got some time to talk with him in loneliness. I told him that no one
allows me to eat my favorite food. They all stop me from eating
whatever i like. I cant drink tasteless 'yakhni' all the time
secondly, they dont let me play (i always was stopped from touching
mud or clay because its cold in winters but i was always attracted
towards it). And he was very nice. He advised my pupho that i'll
recover soon if i'll be given my desired food ato eat :-) :-) :-) and
allowed to do what i want. I remember that day was very lucky for me
pupho took me for shopping and i was given whatever i pointed :-) i
was allowed to eat all the fried things and everyone wondered that i
really recovered soon that time :-) abu says that he never remained
that much worried for anything else. You're my baby who made me think
too much. He used to keep thinking for hours when i got my foot
operated due to clots in it. I couldn't walk. I lost the charms of so
many functions of my family. At even fatima baji's wedding i was ill.
I wore highnecks with lehangd :D :D
everyone praise me that i'm a brave girl i fought for so long with my
illness. But i think its not my bravery. Its just life. I had to
remain alive because i had to spend the written days of my life. . .
I'm happy that i don't get that much ill now there're many factors for
that. My care, my age, the anti allergic tablet. The cleaner
environment in Pindi & islamabad. Small cuts or wounds aren't a
problem for me now. I can take big capsules. I take so much care of me
specially when i'm at hostel. Thats the reason i think that i don't
get much ill there and when i come home, i turn so careless like these
days so i'm ill again. I had been eating 'achaar' (pickle) when there
was no one to stop me! But i'm planning to really stop being careless
because otherwise this 'bimari' wont leave me
heard me all the night. She said girl i was so scared that you can
pass any time. You're really very strong. Aysha was the one who had
been very very very caring that time. No matter what what i do for
her, I can never return her for that time. I didn't go university for
so many days.
Whenever i'm ill, i call my parents from hostel that i'm ill, they
both turn very upset. I remember when my friends told my parents about
my sickness, abu was shouting at phone 'ye meri beti kisi ki bat to
maan hi nahin sakti na. Mene isko bohat mana kiya tha k lahore college
hi thik he. Pindi itna door mat jao. Yahan hamari jan azaab me ai
rehti he' and at the end he said slowly 'is ko kahin le jao beta. Is
ka khayal rakhna'. I was shifted at baray abu's home for a week. Met a
police physician there who advised me tablet "montika" for allergy.
And banned my morning and evening walk because he said pollen are very
active at those times. That tablet remained very effective and his
advise too.
I remember the days when i was kept in sunlight for the whole days. I
was given bath after weeks. I used to wear double caps and jackets in
school. Over packed as compared to other kids. Even from my childhood,
i remembered the names of my medicine and my doctors. Ami sometimes
tell me how i pronounced some of my medicine. Ventolin was usually
given to me for my breathing. Then Butamin. Nebulizing was regular.
Inhaler was in my pocket all the time. Strepsils is the most chewed
toffee. Erythrocine, hydrillin, benadryll, phanergan were all time
syrups with me. I'm much thankful to Allah that i'm much recovered
now. But i can't forget the nights when i used to have even five
pillows under my neck to ease my breaths.
I didn't let ami and pupho all the night. Even didn't let them turn
their face. I forced them to keep their eyes open and keep their face
on my side. If they slept, i woke them up again.
Some funny incidents are also linked with my illness. Once i remember
pupho took me to the doctor (his name was asghar) and fortunately i
got some time to talk with him in loneliness. I told him that no one
allows me to eat my favorite food. They all stop me from eating
whatever i like. I cant drink tasteless 'yakhni' all the time
secondly, they dont let me play (i always was stopped from touching
mud or clay because its cold in winters but i was always attracted
towards it). And he was very nice. He advised my pupho that i'll
recover soon if i'll be given my desired food ato eat :-) :-) :-) and
allowed to do what i want. I remember that day was very lucky for me
pupho took me for shopping and i was given whatever i pointed :-) i
was allowed to eat all the fried things and everyone wondered that i
really recovered soon that time :-) abu says that he never remained
that much worried for anything else. You're my baby who made me think
too much. He used to keep thinking for hours when i got my foot
operated due to clots in it. I couldn't walk. I lost the charms of so
many functions of my family. At even fatima baji's wedding i was ill.
I wore highnecks with lehangd :D :D
everyone praise me that i'm a brave girl i fought for so long with my
illness. But i think its not my bravery. Its just life. I had to
remain alive because i had to spend the written days of my life. . .
I'm happy that i don't get that much ill now there're many factors for
that. My care, my age, the anti allergic tablet. The cleaner
environment in Pindi & islamabad. Small cuts or wounds aren't a
problem for me now. I can take big capsules. I take so much care of me
specially when i'm at hostel. Thats the reason i think that i don't
get much ill there and when i come home, i turn so careless like these
days so i'm ill again. I had been eating 'achaar' (pickle) when there
was no one to stop me! But i'm planning to really stop being careless
because otherwise this 'bimari' wont leave me
My illness and me
My life had been very difficult from my childhood and at the same
time, it was very comfortable too. I was such a child whose every
uttered word was fulfilled so i can call it a normal childhood but
still i believe that there unforgettable times even in a normal life.
Its the same with me. There are such times in my life that i can never
ever forget. Those images, those words, the people, the sounds, the
scenes all are sewed in my memories.
Out of those unforgettable times, nights are the most important and
dominant only because of my illness.
I used to remain very very ill in my childhood. Out of twelve months,
i used to remain healthy for five months and other seven months, i was
always & always ill. And in those times, some of the nights are
'memories forever' for me.
When i was very very young when i was a newcomer in this world, my
grandmother used to look after me. I was too young so i don't remember
everything exactly of that phase of my life as my mother says i was 6
days old when i had a first asthma attack. So obviously i don't
remember that time that what exactly happened to me and how i
survived. Then comes the phase of my life when i was about 4 to 5
years old. The images of that time are a bit blurred but still there
are some images in my mind that are mostly of nights. THE NIGHTS! The
dim light of smallest red color bulb. I remember all the things in
that light. The room setting, my combined bed with grandmother, my
medicine at one side of the room, my trunk that was kept beneath the
bed and it was always filled with 'mitchells' candies, my pencils,
rubber and sharpeners, my little school bag and obviously my
grandmother who used to wake me up thrice in those nights and take me
washroom so that i don't spoil the bed. I didn't like it at that time
and used to show so much attitude and mood while going there and even
coming back but she was so humble and kind that she never minded. She
used to remain awake all the nights with me whenever i caught cold or
had asthma. My winter nights were always very horrible. I used to have
so many sweaters and jumpers even when i was in blanket. I hated that
time when i was given steam and kept covered for the next atleast
fifteen minutes. But obviously it was for my betterment.
Then comes the third phase of my life when my pupho (Hajra's mother)
was my caretaker after my "daadi amman's" death. These memories are
more clearer. I used to have very bad cough throughout the night. All
the cousins used to get much irritated from it. My pupho used to sleep
with me in a separate room for some specific reasons 1. To keep me
away from AC in summers or to keep the heaters on for me. 2. So that
all others don't get disturbed by my loud cough and other sick voices
:-P because i always call my grandmother in pain and still i do the
same. unlike others i don't say ami!!! Or mama!!! In shock or pain i
still call amman g!!! Because my grandmother was the first person who
solved all my problems and the feelings of her touch of affection are
still saved in me.
I remember my cousin amna baji used to get so irritated from my
sickness that once or twice at night she sticked the bottle of syrup
with my mouth when pupho wasn't there. She never allowed me to eat
rice or any such thing. She was so strict with me. I used to fear her
like nothing else. Its from my childhood that i choose sweet things
for me. No lemon, no cold drinks, Nothing spicy or sour was allowed
to me. I always used to have 'parhezi khaana' but still i never
recovered fully. Yakhni, soup, biscuits were my diet or the chocolates
(at school from my pocket money). Doctors always explained my mother,
my grandma and pupho that i'll be getting better with the passage of
time i.e. Age factor is involved in recovering and i always wanted to
grow old asap. I wanted the time to run fast so that i become a normal
girl. Free from any sickness.
Then comes the next phase when i went hostel. I spent the toughest
time there. I remember once i got very seriously ill at night but only
sid and zebi were with me. I was badly vomiting, had high fever but
there was no one who could take me to the doctor at 1o'clock. I
remember i forced sid to go and call ami. She told me very kindly that
its too late but i insisted her to tell ami to come soon. I knew sid
can't go pco at this time but i was in so much pain that i was
fighting with her. She remained very loving. I salute her patience for
that night and at 5am, she jumped the gate and went at the nearby
neighbours to call ami and i still remember my mother arrived there at
6am. My all hostel mates were so caring and loving i cant return them
throughout my life.
Then comes the time when i came university. The first year was too
much difficult for me. I suffered the most severe asthma attack in a
hostel at harley street. All the girls were sure i'm gonna die but
still i survived!!! ;-)
my warden was so worried. She didn't know what to do. She kept
listening my "amman g" all the night...
time, it was very comfortable too. I was such a child whose every
uttered word was fulfilled so i can call it a normal childhood but
still i believe that there unforgettable times even in a normal life.
Its the same with me. There are such times in my life that i can never
ever forget. Those images, those words, the people, the sounds, the
scenes all are sewed in my memories.
Out of those unforgettable times, nights are the most important and
dominant only because of my illness.
I used to remain very very ill in my childhood. Out of twelve months,
i used to remain healthy for five months and other seven months, i was
always & always ill. And in those times, some of the nights are
'memories forever' for me.
When i was very very young when i was a newcomer in this world, my
grandmother used to look after me. I was too young so i don't remember
everything exactly of that phase of my life as my mother says i was 6
days old when i had a first asthma attack. So obviously i don't
remember that time that what exactly happened to me and how i
survived. Then comes the phase of my life when i was about 4 to 5
years old. The images of that time are a bit blurred but still there
are some images in my mind that are mostly of nights. THE NIGHTS! The
dim light of smallest red color bulb. I remember all the things in
that light. The room setting, my combined bed with grandmother, my
medicine at one side of the room, my trunk that was kept beneath the
bed and it was always filled with 'mitchells' candies, my pencils,
rubber and sharpeners, my little school bag and obviously my
grandmother who used to wake me up thrice in those nights and take me
washroom so that i don't spoil the bed. I didn't like it at that time
and used to show so much attitude and mood while going there and even
coming back but she was so humble and kind that she never minded. She
used to remain awake all the nights with me whenever i caught cold or
had asthma. My winter nights were always very horrible. I used to have
so many sweaters and jumpers even when i was in blanket. I hated that
time when i was given steam and kept covered for the next atleast
fifteen minutes. But obviously it was for my betterment.
Then comes the third phase of my life when my pupho (Hajra's mother)
was my caretaker after my "daadi amman's" death. These memories are
more clearer. I used to have very bad cough throughout the night. All
the cousins used to get much irritated from it. My pupho used to sleep
with me in a separate room for some specific reasons 1. To keep me
away from AC in summers or to keep the heaters on for me. 2. So that
all others don't get disturbed by my loud cough and other sick voices
:-P because i always call my grandmother in pain and still i do the
same. unlike others i don't say ami!!! Or mama!!! In shock or pain i
still call amman g!!! Because my grandmother was the first person who
solved all my problems and the feelings of her touch of affection are
still saved in me.
I remember my cousin amna baji used to get so irritated from my
sickness that once or twice at night she sticked the bottle of syrup
with my mouth when pupho wasn't there. She never allowed me to eat
rice or any such thing. She was so strict with me. I used to fear her
like nothing else. Its from my childhood that i choose sweet things
for me. No lemon, no cold drinks, Nothing spicy or sour was allowed
to me. I always used to have 'parhezi khaana' but still i never
recovered fully. Yakhni, soup, biscuits were my diet or the chocolates
(at school from my pocket money). Doctors always explained my mother,
my grandma and pupho that i'll be getting better with the passage of
time i.e. Age factor is involved in recovering and i always wanted to
grow old asap. I wanted the time to run fast so that i become a normal
girl. Free from any sickness.
Then comes the next phase when i went hostel. I spent the toughest
time there. I remember once i got very seriously ill at night but only
sid and zebi were with me. I was badly vomiting, had high fever but
there was no one who could take me to the doctor at 1o'clock. I
remember i forced sid to go and call ami. She told me very kindly that
its too late but i insisted her to tell ami to come soon. I knew sid
can't go pco at this time but i was in so much pain that i was
fighting with her. She remained very loving. I salute her patience for
that night and at 5am, she jumped the gate and went at the nearby
neighbours to call ami and i still remember my mother arrived there at
6am. My all hostel mates were so caring and loving i cant return them
throughout my life.
Then comes the time when i came university. The first year was too
much difficult for me. I suffered the most severe asthma attack in a
hostel at harley street. All the girls were sure i'm gonna die but
still i survived!!! ;-)
my warden was so worried. She didn't know what to do. She kept
listening my "amman g" all the night...
Desire
In urdu language, the line 'hazaron khawahishen aisi' is used very
often. I think the same that 'hazaron khawahishen aisi k har khawahish
pe dam nikle' but i also believe that there always is a special wish
in every heart. Special wish is something extraordinary for me.
I don't have thousands of wishes, i've thousand bundles of wishes.
Some wishes are very special e.g. If i talk about my thoughts to go
somewhere, i really wish to go canada, switzerland or even iceland.
There are many reasons but most important is that i'm always attracted
towards cold areas. I love to live in ice. Snow fall is my weakness.
But one special dream or desire that is dominant out of them all is
that i actually see 'niagara falls' with my eyes. That place is my
dream spot. I've dreamt it many times. I've seen it many times in
images. But i wanna hear that water fall in real. I hope this wish
will come true. Even if it doesn't, i've no complains to Almighty
Allah and if i go there, it'll be a "dream coming true"
often. I think the same that 'hazaron khawahishen aisi k har khawahish
pe dam nikle' but i also believe that there always is a special wish
in every heart. Special wish is something extraordinary for me.
I don't have thousands of wishes, i've thousand bundles of wishes.
Some wishes are very special e.g. If i talk about my thoughts to go
somewhere, i really wish to go canada, switzerland or even iceland.
There are many reasons but most important is that i'm always attracted
towards cold areas. I love to live in ice. Snow fall is my weakness.
But one special dream or desire that is dominant out of them all is
that i actually see 'niagara falls' with my eyes. That place is my
dream spot. I've dreamt it many times. I've seen it many times in
images. But i wanna hear that water fall in real. I hope this wish
will come true. Even if it doesn't, i've no complains to Almighty
Allah and if i go there, it'll be a "dream coming true"
A word
i can say they know how they should react to a mannered behavior. No
doubt everyone likes it when someone is much disciplined or shows you
some respect. But i am so astonished at a wonderful reaction by this
small girl. I call her 'choto'. Even everyone calls her with this
name.
I asked her that whats your real name and it took me 5 minutes to
understand that her real name is 'irum' because i got confused in irum
and kiran. She's working at my pupho's home. She's too small to do
households or any other heavy stuff. So she's kept just to sit beside
the baby 'raameen' when all are busy. So that if she cries, 'choto'
should inform us that the baby is crying. Since i came here, i was
observing her. She's very loving child. I asked my cousin about her
details and she told me that her mother has died. About two years ago
and they're 4 sisters. No one was there to look after them secondly,
they are poor so they're appointed as workers at different areas by
their father. I always used to pass smile whenever i saw her. And her
full smile reply was already there.
I had been very ill in the last few days and she was sitting beside
me. While i was holding the baby. We both were watching tv. I had a
bad cough so i asked her to please fetch me a glass of water. She
hurried to kitchen and brought that. As a response, i said 'thank
youuuuu' and she again smiled :-) i smiled too.
She got so happy from a single words of 'thanks' that whenever i'm
doing something, she comes to me and asks thousands of things. Do you
need this? Should i bring that? And once or twice i said yes. And i
realized that she does that only because she wants to listen 'thank
you' or 'shabash' or 'very good' along with a smile.
I really like her too much. No one can bring back her mother so i try
to love her as much as i can. It comforts me like nothing else. When i
called her to have a photograph, no one can measure her excitement at
that time. She was extremely happy. And that really contented me!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Me
Wo awwal or me aakhir.
Ik tassawur-e-hasad muje us k kareeb hone nh deta
(the lines that i wrote about a month ago. But couldn't arrange, fix,
polish or finish them)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Daily
I get a new pain daily. And at the same time, i get a new idea to
spend my life without some people. Sometimes i feel i can't resist.
But i daily feel that i can live like this. I'll heal soon. Lets see
what happens. Personally i wish not to get indulged in such feelings
again. The reason is that they always end with pain and tears. I won't
chose hell for me once again in front of my eyes!!
Some people are so strong or in other words they are very hard that
they don't care what's happening due to them. So i try not to feel in
my heart for such individuals who caused intense depression for me but
i can't change myself so easily. It'll take time. But obviously i'll
be normal soon. Here i'll quote these urdu lines:
spend my life without some people. Sometimes i feel i can't resist.
But i daily feel that i can live like this. I'll heal soon. Lets see
what happens. Personally i wish not to get indulged in such feelings
again. The reason is that they always end with pain and tears. I won't
chose hell for me once again in front of my eyes!!
Some people are so strong or in other words they are very hard that
they don't care what's happening due to them. So i try not to feel in
my heart for such individuals who caused intense depression for me but
i can't change myself so easily. It'll take time. But obviously i'll
be normal soon. Here i'll quote these urdu lines:
kab koun kisi ka hota he,
sub jhoote rishte naate hen.
Sub dil rakhne ki baten hen,
sub asli roop chupate hen.
Insaaf se khaali log yahan nazron k teer chalate hen.
I know the lines aren't out of world. Neither so hard to understand.
But no doubt very very true!!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Morning!
Its a new day of my life. A new morning. A new sun and most obviously
newest as well as highest hopes!
My life isn't that beautiful, amazing or colorful in these days but i
never lose hope and i never will.
Whenever i open my eyes at morning, there are few things that i must
think daily. Some considerations and hopes are a part of my life now
that i must take into account no matter whatever the issue is. For
example these days i think too much about a friend whom i can't name
here. Secondly, i'm having big dreams to buy some dresses for sid's
wedding. Thirdly, i'm planning much for seroo's wedding. Her wedding
gift. The fun. Then comes the finances. These days i'm facing
financial crises! I remain so restless for my father. He's the man for
whom i remain very very very sensitive. I'm so thankful to him. My all
happiness is linked with him. I wish i could honour him as i dream. He
deserves something extraordinary. I think about my mother. She's a bit
ill. I think about my brother and always pray for him. I'm much
conscious for his near future. I hope my dreams related to him will
come true. I pray for my sister that she spends a happy marital life
and all the things for her wedding must happen as she wants.
To be true i wish nothing for me. I always pray Allah that i put all
my future and decisions upto you. I know Allah will make the things
happen in the best way for me.
Most of all, when i get up, i feel so hungry. I always sleep with the
hope and thoughts that i'll wake up and eat something that i wish.
From all of my meals, breakfast is my favorite and attractive although
there's no specific logic behind this but its a fact. When i open my
eyes, its one of the must thoughts to plan what breakfast i'll be
having today. Or what to eat. I don't like same breakfast always. I
love variations for it. And i like all types of things in my
breakfast. Some people say we like light others say we like heavy
breakfast. I like both. People make wishes for the lunch and dinner
that today i've a mood to eat this or to have these things to change
my taste! But i always demand for breakfast. Obviously sometimes i do
like changes in other foods and usually these are changed daily but
people normally eat same food in breakfast. Sometimes i wish to have
paratha or a yogurt but sometimes i want to eat only weetabix or
oatabix. And even cornflakes. Sometimes i demand halwa puri or i love
to eat a piece of break at times! I tell my mother to make choori for
me and sometimes i like eating bunny's cake. Sometimes i eat chapati
with curry and at times i eat french toasts. The ingredients for my
egg are usually changed. I eat rice too! And all These variations in
wishes for breakfast are based on daily basis. Not after months.
Whenever i wish to go somewhere else for breakfast i convince my
friends to lets go and have a fun time and we really make it happen.
Well, i'm going to have a breakfast now :-) today i wish something
sweet with a cup of tea.
Actually i'm not one of those who are very very active. Although i'm
normal but my boom time comes after breakfast. So i need that now
newest as well as highest hopes!
My life isn't that beautiful, amazing or colorful in these days but i
never lose hope and i never will.
Whenever i open my eyes at morning, there are few things that i must
think daily. Some considerations and hopes are a part of my life now
that i must take into account no matter whatever the issue is. For
example these days i think too much about a friend whom i can't name
here. Secondly, i'm having big dreams to buy some dresses for sid's
wedding. Thirdly, i'm planning much for seroo's wedding. Her wedding
gift. The fun. Then comes the finances. These days i'm facing
financial crises! I remain so restless for my father. He's the man for
whom i remain very very very sensitive. I'm so thankful to him. My all
happiness is linked with him. I wish i could honour him as i dream. He
deserves something extraordinary. I think about my mother. She's a bit
ill. I think about my brother and always pray for him. I'm much
conscious for his near future. I hope my dreams related to him will
come true. I pray for my sister that she spends a happy marital life
and all the things for her wedding must happen as she wants.
To be true i wish nothing for me. I always pray Allah that i put all
my future and decisions upto you. I know Allah will make the things
happen in the best way for me.
Most of all, when i get up, i feel so hungry. I always sleep with the
hope and thoughts that i'll wake up and eat something that i wish.
From all of my meals, breakfast is my favorite and attractive although
there's no specific logic behind this but its a fact. When i open my
eyes, its one of the must thoughts to plan what breakfast i'll be
having today. Or what to eat. I don't like same breakfast always. I
love variations for it. And i like all types of things in my
breakfast. Some people say we like light others say we like heavy
breakfast. I like both. People make wishes for the lunch and dinner
that today i've a mood to eat this or to have these things to change
my taste! But i always demand for breakfast. Obviously sometimes i do
like changes in other foods and usually these are changed daily but
people normally eat same food in breakfast. Sometimes i wish to have
paratha or a yogurt but sometimes i want to eat only weetabix or
oatabix. And even cornflakes. Sometimes i demand halwa puri or i love
to eat a piece of break at times! I tell my mother to make choori for
me and sometimes i like eating bunny's cake. Sometimes i eat chapati
with curry and at times i eat french toasts. The ingredients for my
egg are usually changed. I eat rice too! And all These variations in
wishes for breakfast are based on daily basis. Not after months.
Whenever i wish to go somewhere else for breakfast i convince my
friends to lets go and have a fun time and we really make it happen.
Well, i'm going to have a breakfast now :-) today i wish something
sweet with a cup of tea.
Actually i'm not one of those who are very very active. Although i'm
normal but my boom time comes after breakfast. So i need that now
Its a routine now
Everyone has different life pattern because Allah allots a separate
body to all the humans, so their lives are also varying. Same is with
me. Whenever i sit and think over something, i try to figure out that
why and how this is happening. Specially in these days and then i
always and always conclude only one thing that is: i had to spend such
a life. My life was meant to be like this. And so with the passage of
time, i'm becoming resistant to it. It means changes. I'm just
adopting indifferent behavior which is the worst state according to
ma'am Gul.
The change i'm refering here is basically losing!
Losing someone or something. Whenever such turn comes in my life, i
don't behave as i should. My response is almost zero percent than my
past life.
I was one of those who didn't like much changes in their daily routine
or life. I always used to over react on minor issues (so sleepy. Will
continue tomorrow)
body to all the humans, so their lives are also varying. Same is with
me. Whenever i sit and think over something, i try to figure out that
why and how this is happening. Specially in these days and then i
always and always conclude only one thing that is: i had to spend such
a life. My life was meant to be like this. And so with the passage of
time, i'm becoming resistant to it. It means changes. I'm just
adopting indifferent behavior which is the worst state according to
ma'am Gul.
The change i'm refering here is basically losing!
Losing someone or something. Whenever such turn comes in my life, i
don't behave as i should. My response is almost zero percent than my
past life.
I was one of those who didn't like much changes in their daily routine
or life. I always used to over react on minor issues (so sleepy. Will
continue tomorrow)
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Tumhen samaj kyun nahin aata??
I think much more than my past and i won't say that i don't know why!!
I know all the reasons. I know it whenever a change occurs in my life.
Even right from the beginning when the change is taking place. Whether
its somewhere around me or within me.
I am so much changed. Thats true. Everyone says that. And the reasons
are millions but most important of them are related to one person who
is too strong, indifferent to everything. At this time, it might be
good and very exciting but in long term, its not much fruitful. I
still pray for that person its not at all a favor. Reality is that i
wish happiness for you.
Now coming to my change, as i already accepted that i'm changed, i
personally i hate that. Its unwanted but i couldn't overcome it.
Whenever i think about the person who's responsible for it, i think
why you don't understand it!! I have been hurt so many times so i am
changed in trying to cope with my unhappy, depressed and guilty
tensions. When something happens again and again and keeps occuring,
its a human nature to try to become resistant to that or become
stronger enough not to face it abnormally. I did the same. I am girl
with a heart that tries to have soft feelings for everyone but it has
to end one day when we're hurt too much. When any of our friends
doesn't care. But some people can never understand that. They've their
own stock of ideas and thoughts for measuring but truth is different.
They don't try to understand it. They remain resistant and i always
think: tumhen samaj kyun nh aata k mera dil dukha he!! Tumhen khud hi
se is bat ki samaj kyun nahin hota k tum ne muje dukh da diya he, gham
khawar kar diya he, mera dil tor diya he muje kahani bana diya he . .
. (continued. . .)
I know all the reasons. I know it whenever a change occurs in my life.
Even right from the beginning when the change is taking place. Whether
its somewhere around me or within me.
I am so much changed. Thats true. Everyone says that. And the reasons
are millions but most important of them are related to one person who
is too strong, indifferent to everything. At this time, it might be
good and very exciting but in long term, its not much fruitful. I
still pray for that person its not at all a favor. Reality is that i
wish happiness for you.
Now coming to my change, as i already accepted that i'm changed, i
personally i hate that. Its unwanted but i couldn't overcome it.
Whenever i think about the person who's responsible for it, i think
why you don't understand it!! I have been hurt so many times so i am
changed in trying to cope with my unhappy, depressed and guilty
tensions. When something happens again and again and keeps occuring,
its a human nature to try to become resistant to that or become
stronger enough not to face it abnormally. I did the same. I am girl
with a heart that tries to have soft feelings for everyone but it has
to end one day when we're hurt too much. When any of our friends
doesn't care. But some people can never understand that. They've their
own stock of ideas and thoughts for measuring but truth is different.
They don't try to understand it. They remain resistant and i always
think: tumhen samaj kyun nh aata k mera dil dukha he!! Tumhen khud hi
se is bat ki samaj kyun nahin hota k tum ne muje dukh da diya he, gham
khawar kar diya he, mera dil tor diya he muje kahani bana diya he . .
. (continued. . .)
My favorite stanza
Wo shakhs phela to meri zeest ka unwaan ban gaya,
or simta to mehaz ik naam me tabdeel ho gaya!!
Poet: Anonymous
Love Note. . .
From the time each of my children started school, i packed their
lunches. And in each lunch i packed, i included a note. Often written
on a napkin, the note might be a thank you for a special moment, a
reminder of something we were happily anticipating. Or a bit of
encouragement for an upcoming test or sporting event.
In early grade school they loved their notes. But as kids grow older
they become more self conscious, and by the time he reached high
school, my older son, Marc, informed me he no longer needed my daily
missives. Informing him that they had been written as much for me as
for him, and that he no longer needed to read them but i still needed
to write them, i continued the tradition the day he graduated.
Six years after high school graduation, marc called and asked if he
could move home for a couple of months. He had spent those years well,
graduating from college, completing two congressional internships and
finally, becoming a legislative assistant with his younger sister
leaving for college, i was especially thrilled to have him coming
home.
A couple weeks after Marc arrived home he was back at work. Since i
was still making lunch everyday for his younger brother, i packed one
for marc, too. Imagine my surprise when i got a call from my 24 years
old son, complaining about his lunch.
"Did i do something wrong?
Aren't i still your kid? Don't you love me any more, Mom?" were just a
few of the queries he threw at me as i laughingly asked him what was
wrong.
My note, mom he answered
where's my note?
From a little spoon full of chicken soup for the mother's soul.
Antoinette kuritz
lunches. And in each lunch i packed, i included a note. Often written
on a napkin, the note might be a thank you for a special moment, a
reminder of something we were happily anticipating. Or a bit of
encouragement for an upcoming test or sporting event.
In early grade school they loved their notes. But as kids grow older
they become more self conscious, and by the time he reached high
school, my older son, Marc, informed me he no longer needed my daily
missives. Informing him that they had been written as much for me as
for him, and that he no longer needed to read them but i still needed
to write them, i continued the tradition the day he graduated.
Six years after high school graduation, marc called and asked if he
could move home for a couple of months. He had spent those years well,
graduating from college, completing two congressional internships and
finally, becoming a legislative assistant with his younger sister
leaving for college, i was especially thrilled to have him coming
home.
A couple weeks after Marc arrived home he was back at work. Since i
was still making lunch everyday for his younger brother, i packed one
for marc, too. Imagine my surprise when i got a call from my 24 years
old son, complaining about his lunch.
"Did i do something wrong?
Aren't i still your kid? Don't you love me any more, Mom?" were just a
few of the queries he threw at me as i laughingly asked him what was
wrong.
My note, mom he answered
where's my note?
From a little spoon full of chicken soup for the mother's soul.
Antoinette kuritz
Follow Me!
Take my hand and follow me
to the place i long to be.
Take my hand and trust my way,
in that place forever stay.
Follow me toward the sand;
we'll run and play, hand in hand.
Take my heart and hold it true;
forever i'll stay close to you.
Seize my words and listen well,
then forever i will tell.
Release your heart and feelings too,
just as i will do for you.
Trust your heard and follow me,
to that place we long to be.
to the place i long to be.
Take my hand and trust my way,
in that place forever stay.
Follow me toward the sand;
we'll run and play, hand in hand.
Take my heart and hold it true;
forever i'll stay close to you.
Seize my words and listen well,
then forever i will tell.
Release your heart and feelings too,
just as i will do for you.
Trust your heard and follow me,
to that place we long to be.
By Michelle Newton
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Holy book of Allah
The Holy book of Allah, the Quran, is not the work of a man, nor is it
the collected thoughts or opinions of wise men through the ages. It is
the "word" of the Almighty God (Allah), The Creator, and the Lord of
the universe. It is the perfect revelation to mankind. Though called
and treated as a book, the Quran is not a book in the ordinary sense
of the word. It is neither a treatise nor a dissertation on a
particular theme; nor it is a book on religion.
the collected thoughts or opinions of wise men through the ages. It is
the "word" of the Almighty God (Allah), The Creator, and the Lord of
the universe. It is the perfect revelation to mankind. Though called
and treated as a book, the Quran is not a book in the ordinary sense
of the word. It is neither a treatise nor a dissertation on a
particular theme; nor it is a book on religion.
Experts of the Arabic language continue to marvel at the beautiful
prose in which Quran is worded. But it is not merely a literary
masterpiece. The Quran contains scientific facts and explanations that
fascinate scientific of all fields. Yet it is not an encyclopedia of
science. The Quran mentions stories of people and places in the past
with vivid detail. And yet it is not also merely a book of history.
The subject matter of Quran is "man" (human beings) and it discusses
those aspects of his life which lead to his REAL success or failure.
The central theme that runs through the Quran is the exposition of
"Reality" with the aim of inviting human beings to the "Right Path".
Its purpose is not simply to inform or to convince but to mould and
transform. As such, it tries simultaneously to inform, to persuade, to
convince, to motive and to mobilize men and woman to fulfill their
mission in life.
By: Naeemullah
Diana, Princess of Wales (1961-1997)
English Princess, Former Wife of Charles Prince of Wales.
Born in Norfolk, England. Her father, Lose Althorp, became the eighth
Dark Spencer in 1975; he had served as a personal equerry to both King
George VI & Queen Elizabeth II. Lady Diana Spencer grew up on her
family's estate in Sandringham, England. When she was only six years
old, her mother, Frances, left her father for Peter Shand Kydd, a
wealthy businessman. Though her two sisters, Sarah and Jane, were by
then in boarding. School, Diana and her younger brother Charles
unhappily divided their time during the next several years between
their parents' homes. Diana attended the exclusive West Heath boarding
school in Kent for four years, but dropped out when she was 16. After
a term at a Swiss finishing school, she ended her formal education and
got a job in London working as a nursery school teacher's aide. Though
she had known the Prince of Wales, heir to the throne of the United
Kingdom, for most of her life (his younger brother Andrew had been her
childhood playmate and Charles had dated her older sister, Sarah),
their relationship began to intensity during a visit with her sister
Jane.
In february 1981, Prince Charles proposed Diana.
Poetry
Silsilay torr gaya wo sabhi jatay jatay. . .
Warna itne to marasim the k aatay jatay.
Shikwa-e-zulmat-e-shab se to kaheen behtar tha. . .
Apnay hissay ki koi shama jalatay jatay.
Kitna asaan tha tere hijar me marna jaana. . .
Phir bi ik umar lagi jan se jatay jatay.
Jashan mutkil hi na barpa hua warna ham bi. . .
Pabajolaan hi sahi nachte gaate jatay.
Us ki wo janay usay paas-e-wafa tha k na tha. . .
Tum faraz apni taraf se to nibhaate jatay!!
Warna itne to marasim the k aatay jatay.
Shikwa-e-zulmat-e-shab se to kaheen behtar tha. . .
Apnay hissay ki koi shama jalatay jatay.
Kitna asaan tha tere hijar me marna jaana. . .
Phir bi ik umar lagi jan se jatay jatay.
Jashan mutkil hi na barpa hua warna ham bi. . .
Pabajolaan hi sahi nachte gaate jatay.
Us ki wo janay usay paas-e-wafa tha k na tha. . .
Tum faraz apni taraf se to nibhaate jatay!!
(Ahmad faraz: 1931-2008. The most famous poet after faiz ahmed faiz)
Friday, October 16, 2009
N. I. S. A. A. R
Everyone reminds his/her childhood because it has the memories
associated with it. Its considered as the age of carelessness when
kids have no big sorrows, secrets or worries. Same is with me. I had
interesting childhood. Those memories are unshakable. But there really
are some bad incidents linked with my early age.
We all the kids of that street used to play together. We always spent
our time together atleast once in a day although our schools, parents
and even sometimes languages were different. The most played game was
"daadi amman, daadi amman, chupan chupai (hide & seek), dark room,
kokla chapaaki, tip top, ankha macholi and barf pani. I remember other
names but those weren't played routine wise.
There were two houses in front of our home in street 5 of a very
famous road in the city. Light used to turn out because of daily load
shedding. And that was the time for all of us to play our games. We
were atleast 12 children. I remember i always had problem while
running east due to my weight.
It was a trend at that time that the caretaker or the keeper used to
roam in streets all the night to guard the houses from theft and other
such problems. He had a whistle with him. And i always was so
attracted towards that. It was one of my biggest wishes to SEE and
TOUCH that heavenly whistle!! The reason is that the whistles
available at my school weren't that efficient. Its sound was very
high. And fortunately one day my wish was fulfilled. I really ACTUALLY
touched it. Millions of Thanks to hassan bhai who offered dinner to
that man and he stopped there for some time. I Saw it. It was exactly
upto my expectations. Nicely sharped, silver in color. I really liked
that but in trying it blow it, i realized that its the same like mine.
The difference lies in our own strength that how we blow it!!
That man was something extraordinary for me. In my thoughts, he was
not a normal human being. Must be a heavenly creature because he used
to guard all alone throughout the nights on his bicycle for just a
small amount of money. No matter it was summer or chilly cold winter.
associated with it. Its considered as the age of carelessness when
kids have no big sorrows, secrets or worries. Same is with me. I had
interesting childhood. Those memories are unshakable. But there really
are some bad incidents linked with my early age.
We all the kids of that street used to play together. We always spent
our time together atleast once in a day although our schools, parents
and even sometimes languages were different. The most played game was
"daadi amman, daadi amman, chupan chupai (hide & seek), dark room,
kokla chapaaki, tip top, ankha macholi and barf pani. I remember other
names but those weren't played routine wise.
There were two houses in front of our home in street 5 of a very
famous road in the city. Light used to turn out because of daily load
shedding. And that was the time for all of us to play our games. We
were atleast 12 children. I remember i always had problem while
running east due to my weight.
It was a trend at that time that the caretaker or the keeper used to
roam in streets all the night to guard the houses from theft and other
such problems. He had a whistle with him. And i always was so
attracted towards that. It was one of my biggest wishes to SEE and
TOUCH that heavenly whistle!! The reason is that the whistles
available at my school weren't that efficient. Its sound was very
high. And fortunately one day my wish was fulfilled. I really ACTUALLY
touched it. Millions of Thanks to hassan bhai who offered dinner to
that man and he stopped there for some time. I Saw it. It was exactly
upto my expectations. Nicely sharped, silver in color. I really liked
that but in trying it blow it, i realized that its the same like mine.
The difference lies in our own strength that how we blow it!!
That man was something extraordinary for me. In my thoughts, he was
not a normal human being. Must be a heavenly creature because he used
to guard all alone throughout the nights on his bicycle for just a
small amount of money. No matter it was summer or chilly cold winter.
Once it happened a very big thing. We all were playing. The axe was
there. somewhere near us. Although i'm much scared from all types of
weapons, but truth is that i was strongly attracted towards that. Some
other kids too. I went and took it. Its weight was much more than my
assumed one. We all kids were standing in a group. There was so much
hustle bustle. The area was filled with us. There were no parents. The
eldest one was two year elder than me. We all weren't mature enough.
Many other kids tried to grab that axe from me by force and in the
meanwhile, it fell from my hands!!!
The falling of the axe wasn't a surprise or a news but it fell on
sid's arm making a deep cut was shocking for all of us. I held my
breaths. I really was motionless. I remember it exactly that i really
trembled with so much fear. I couldn't see the blood. It was bleeding
too fast.
I don't know who shouted that she has got a cut in her arm but she was
taken to the house of our neighbours. The reason was that someone
hurried towards that aunty and disclosed the news and she took her
inside. Sprinkled some powder on it. I ran too. I was crying just as
sid was crying. The news spreaded very fast. The elders from our home
reached there too.
I was shockingly more surprised to realize that everyone was blaming
someone else for the deed. And it was A. N. S. A. A. R. (ansaar). I
glanced at him. It was more shocking to know that he was admitting his
mistake!! Then i realized the fact that he's doing me a favor. His
mother was constantly telling no no ansar didn't do it. I remember she
was staring me again and again. But due to the reason that no one
actually knew what has happened, she couldn't convince everyone.
I remember the boy Ansaar. He was reading in some religious institute
to become haafiz-e-Quran. He used to always wear a cap. His sacrifice
was too much for me.
Sid was taken to the doctor and she healed soon although she still has
that mark on her arm.
I can never forget him. When i asked, he said never tell anyone that
it was slipped from your hands. And its only the first time today that
i've explained it openly. Otherwise only me and nisaar knew that. And
i still wish today that no one knows this true. . . .
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wakt guzar jaata he. . .
Rabia is my roommate. She often uses interesting examples to explain
different ideas. She's very good in arguing. I really like this habit
of her. Sometimes her words are strongly stuck in my brain. They get
embedded in my memory for ever one of them is: "waqt guzar jaata he,
baaten khari rehti hen"
Whenever i get hurt by someone, i think for hours on that issue. And
the extent to which i'm hurt is not always the same. It depends.
Sometimes i ignore very big issues and sometimes i get badly hurt on
something non-serious and very ignorable issue. The most striking
thing is the words. Actions come after words. In our daily life, the
words uttered by the people around us are very important.
Giving a smile, using good words, caring for the feelings of others
are the very sensitive issues. So we all should keep this line all the
time in our mind k "waqt guzar jata he, baaten kari rehti hen" i.e.
The time moves but the words remain there. Although both cannot be
brought back. The word once its uttered or the time once it has
passed. Its true that we can forget the situations but the strong
words used by someone always remain there. Everytime we remind them,
we get happy or hurt like first time!!
Its very important to keep our words under control that very difficult
for a person like me but these days i'm trying my best to keep a
strong check on whatever i say. . .
different ideas. She's very good in arguing. I really like this habit
of her. Sometimes her words are strongly stuck in my brain. They get
embedded in my memory for ever one of them is: "waqt guzar jaata he,
baaten khari rehti hen"
Whenever i get hurt by someone, i think for hours on that issue. And
the extent to which i'm hurt is not always the same. It depends.
Sometimes i ignore very big issues and sometimes i get badly hurt on
something non-serious and very ignorable issue. The most striking
thing is the words. Actions come after words. In our daily life, the
words uttered by the people around us are very important.
Giving a smile, using good words, caring for the feelings of others
are the very sensitive issues. So we all should keep this line all the
time in our mind k "waqt guzar jata he, baaten kari rehti hen" i.e.
The time moves but the words remain there. Although both cannot be
brought back. The word once its uttered or the time once it has
passed. Its true that we can forget the situations but the strong
words used by someone always remain there. Everytime we remind them,
we get happy or hurt like first time!!
Its very important to keep our words under control that very difficult
for a person like me but these days i'm trying my best to keep a
strong check on whatever i say. . .
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
_______________
When its all black,
When there's no light.
When there's no light.
When there's no hope,
When the doors are closed.
When the windows are shut,
When the roads end.
When its all desert,
When everything's dry.
When the leaves are yellow,
When the land is barren.
When the movements stop,
When the life ends.
When the thoughts are stuck,
When the feelings are cold.
When the birds are silent,
When the sounds are over.
When the streets are empty,
When the body is frozen.
When the words are ended,
When the eyes are closed.
When the lungs are paralyzed,
When the breaths are held.
When the air is still,
When the temperature is absent.
When the things are vanished,
When the colors are evaporated.
When the wires are melted,
When the buildings are collapsed.
When earth is burnt,
When the rhythm is silent.
When the sun becomes cold,
When the moon comes down.
When the lakes are empty,
When the mountains are straight.
When there's no one,
When i'm all alone. . . .
I Keep Thinking About you. . . .
And i really miss you!!
For someone
Its a human nature to become possessive for whatever we keep or
anything we have and i'm a normal human being. I'm possessive for my
EVERYTHING. Unfortunately i'm not one of those genius minds who say we
just don't care!!!
If i'm possessive for all non-living stuff that belongs to me, how's
it possible that i don't care for the living things around me??
To be true, i am very possessive for all my relations. Specially my
parents, family and friends. The word FRIEND has a very broad
spectrum. Friends are of many types. Some are common friends. Some are
best friends and there are some friends for whom you've no words to
describe your feelings. So obviously the level of care is accordingly.
It depends on what type of friend he/she is!!
I believe that we lose someone or something when we HAVE that i.e. If
we've nothing, how can we lose something!!
Same is the case with our friends. Its not necessary that if i
consider that i'm someone's friend, the next person has the same thing
in his mind. And when it comes to losing, only those lose who have
friends. Fortunately or unfortunately, i had no friends.
Some people (whom i consider my friends) are away from my life. Its a
natural phenomenon to try to comfort and console ourselves with
different logics. Today i tried to make me happy. I was so confused.
Tried many lame excuses and at the end, i got a point i.e. I lost
nothing because i never had that friend. Never had you so how can i
lose. You never were mine so i didn't lose you BUT you've lost me. . .
. I was yours so you lost a thing that you had!!
What've i lost?? Nothing. . . . . . :-|
(Jo cheez meri thi hi nahin, me usay kho kese sakti hun. Abi to mene paaya hi nh jo me kho deti usko. Is liye mene kuch nh khoya)
anything we have and i'm a normal human being. I'm possessive for my
EVERYTHING. Unfortunately i'm not one of those genius minds who say we
just don't care!!!
If i'm possessive for all non-living stuff that belongs to me, how's
it possible that i don't care for the living things around me??
To be true, i am very possessive for all my relations. Specially my
parents, family and friends. The word FRIEND has a very broad
spectrum. Friends are of many types. Some are common friends. Some are
best friends and there are some friends for whom you've no words to
describe your feelings. So obviously the level of care is accordingly.
It depends on what type of friend he/she is!!
I believe that we lose someone or something when we HAVE that i.e. If
we've nothing, how can we lose something!!
Same is the case with our friends. Its not necessary that if i
consider that i'm someone's friend, the next person has the same thing
in his mind. And when it comes to losing, only those lose who have
friends. Fortunately or unfortunately, i had no friends.
Some people (whom i consider my friends) are away from my life. Its a
natural phenomenon to try to comfort and console ourselves with
different logics. Today i tried to make me happy. I was so confused.
Tried many lame excuses and at the end, i got a point i.e. I lost
nothing because i never had that friend. Never had you so how can i
lose. You never were mine so i didn't lose you BUT you've lost me. . .
. I was yours so you lost a thing that you had!!
What've i lost?? Nothing. . . . . . :-|
(Jo cheez meri thi hi nahin, me usay kho kese sakti hun. Abi to mene paaya hi nh jo me kho deti usko. Is liye mene kuch nh khoya)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Allah knows who left the marks. . .
Whenever i go to my bed at night to sleep, i'm always filled with million of thoughts. My thoughts aren't creative or some special type. I just miss some people whom i've lost. Or i miss somethings that happened in my past. The things that've affected my life. My faith, my trust is shaken. When someone's recently hurt, he's more sensitive towards everything. And when one hurts you again and again, the wounds never heal.
For a full person like me, its very difficult to forget two extremes. The one who hurts you so much and the one who helps so much. Because these two things leave a mark. A dark mark everywhere. On your life, heart, mind, feelings etc etc. These days i'm hurt too. Actually i am marked. I've got a wound that (at this time i think) would never heal. I'm hurt again and again by the same person on the same issue so it has become an old wound now. That never heals and keeps giving you pain time by time.
My friend told me that i've left a mark. But i believe it firmly that its only Allah subhan-o-Taala who's aware of every reality. Specially for the invisible things i.e. Who is having the mark and who has left the mark. Who's suffering and who's enjoying. . .
Heart isn't a room to accomodate people in it time by time. When it gets hurt it knows never to trust someone again. Trust and blind faith take you to end of sorrows
For a full person like me, its very difficult to forget two extremes. The one who hurts you so much and the one who helps so much. Because these two things leave a mark. A dark mark everywhere. On your life, heart, mind, feelings etc etc. These days i'm hurt too. Actually i am marked. I've got a wound that (at this time i think) would never heal. I'm hurt again and again by the same person on the same issue so it has become an old wound now. That never heals and keeps giving you pain time by time.
My friend told me that i've left a mark. But i believe it firmly that its only Allah subhan-o-Taala who's aware of every reality. Specially for the invisible things i.e. Who is having the mark and who has left the mark. Who's suffering and who's enjoying. . .
Heart isn't a room to accomodate people in it time by time. When it gets hurt it knows never to trust someone again. Trust and blind faith take you to end of sorrows
Concentration
Concentration is the most important factor in our life. Success in all
fields requires concentration.
Usually it happens that we remember all the things while we're
praying. Its due to the diversion of attention. Although "NAMAZ"
requirers our attention. We don't keep it in our minds WHAT WE ARE
DOING, IN FRONT OF WHOM!! We're more conscious while meeting our Vice
Chancellors or any elite person. So we need to keep it in our minds
that We're Praying in Front of Allah. We're standing in front of the
creator of this universe.
As we learn 'namaz burai or behayai se rokti he' i.e. Prayers keep us
away from evil, Sins and bad intentions. But that prayer is fruitless
if it does stop us from all this.
Muslims aren't allowed to delay the prayers without any specific
reason. One can only delay it when he's out of his senses. As for
example fasting. The Kaza of one farz Roza can never weigh that much
no matter if you keep fasting throughout your life. So whatever we're
doing, we need to be utmost serious for that. Otherwise its useless.
Specially prayers
fields requires concentration.
Usually it happens that we remember all the things while we're
praying. Its due to the diversion of attention. Although "NAMAZ"
requirers our attention. We don't keep it in our minds WHAT WE ARE
DOING, IN FRONT OF WHOM!! We're more conscious while meeting our Vice
Chancellors or any elite person. So we need to keep it in our minds
that We're Praying in Front of Allah. We're standing in front of the
creator of this universe.
As we learn 'namaz burai or behayai se rokti he' i.e. Prayers keep us
away from evil, Sins and bad intentions. But that prayer is fruitless
if it does stop us from all this.
Muslims aren't allowed to delay the prayers without any specific
reason. One can only delay it when he's out of his senses. As for
example fasting. The Kaza of one farz Roza can never weigh that much
no matter if you keep fasting throughout your life. So whatever we're
doing, we need to be utmost serious for that. Otherwise its useless.
Specially prayers
Assumptions
"Assumptions are the termites of a relationship"
i read this line somewhere. And this line is embedded in my mind from
that day as if someone inserted a 'nail' in the wall with the help of
a 'hammer'.
Its a human nature that people (atleast like me) start expecting so
much when they once have initialize a relationship. And with the
passage of time, they get more and more indulged in those feelings.
ITS WRONG.
One should always keep all the conditions in mind. Otherwise the life
gets destroyed. Assuming the future reactions of the others is very
wrong. And this wall doesn't take much time while collapsing.
Being practical, everyone should only believe and think whatever the
other one is actually showing you. In real. This is the time where no
one should be considered innocent or even that he/she is a good person
or can react sweetly. How's it possible. No one is shy. No one tries
to hide their feelings. Everyone is rude and selfish. How can someone
tell you bad about him/her self??
They make you feel good. Show only one side of their personalities. In
other words everyone is dodging the next person e.g. If someone
doesn't tell you that he'll be the same in the future, how is it
possible that he remains that same man. It means he'll change. If
someone isn't assuring you to try to understand or obey you as being a
friend to overcome your fears or to strengthen the relationship, how
can he be expected to do so??
Its not sure that if you've limited you world to someone, his
happiness lies in you too. Or even that he cares for your feelings.
Everyone loves to see you cry. All the time in his pain. They get
happy and remain indifferent to your pains but we keep burning
ourselves.
So these assumptions lead you to death. Here the death doesn't refer
to the end of life but the feelings and emotions really die.
Expectations eat you. Make you hollow. So i always keep this line in
mind that the 'assumptions are the termites of a relationship'. So we
must avoid assuming things on our own. Specially where there's a
matter of trust!
i read this line somewhere. And this line is embedded in my mind from
that day as if someone inserted a 'nail' in the wall with the help of
a 'hammer'.
Its a human nature that people (atleast like me) start expecting so
much when they once have initialize a relationship. And with the
passage of time, they get more and more indulged in those feelings.
ITS WRONG.
One should always keep all the conditions in mind. Otherwise the life
gets destroyed. Assuming the future reactions of the others is very
wrong. And this wall doesn't take much time while collapsing.
Being practical, everyone should only believe and think whatever the
other one is actually showing you. In real. This is the time where no
one should be considered innocent or even that he/she is a good person
or can react sweetly. How's it possible. No one is shy. No one tries
to hide their feelings. Everyone is rude and selfish. How can someone
tell you bad about him/her self??
They make you feel good. Show only one side of their personalities. In
other words everyone is dodging the next person e.g. If someone
doesn't tell you that he'll be the same in the future, how is it
possible that he remains that same man. It means he'll change. If
someone isn't assuring you to try to understand or obey you as being a
friend to overcome your fears or to strengthen the relationship, how
can he be expected to do so??
Its not sure that if you've limited you world to someone, his
happiness lies in you too. Or even that he cares for your feelings.
Everyone loves to see you cry. All the time in his pain. They get
happy and remain indifferent to your pains but we keep burning
ourselves.
So these assumptions lead you to death. Here the death doesn't refer
to the end of life but the feelings and emotions really die.
Expectations eat you. Make you hollow. So i always keep this line in
mind that the 'assumptions are the termites of a relationship'. So we
must avoid assuming things on our own. Specially where there's a
matter of trust!
Me & My Self!
Today while i think on my life and My past experiences, i feel that it
is me who is responsible for everything. Once you yourself aren't
mature or serious for you, how can others let you live your life
peacefully. Carelessness destroys ones world. The world helps alot in
destroying your life. They ruin us. As it happened in my case. And
then we sit alone. Thinking about our past. Blaming others for our
current position. But i consider me the responsible of my destruction.
I conclude the I Misguided Myself!!
And today, i wanna get rid of myself. I'm my own Murderer. I killed
Me. I wish to be another person now. I want to completely change my
personality. But Natures Are Never Changed
is me who is responsible for everything. Once you yourself aren't
mature or serious for you, how can others let you live your life
peacefully. Carelessness destroys ones world. The world helps alot in
destroying your life. They ruin us. As it happened in my case. And
then we sit alone. Thinking about our past. Blaming others for our
current position. But i consider me the responsible of my destruction.
I conclude the I Misguided Myself!!
And today, i wanna get rid of myself. I'm my own Murderer. I killed
Me. I wish to be another person now. I want to completely change my
personality. But Natures Are Never Changed
Monday, October 12, 2009
My nick names
Tayyab (pupho & ami)
Bhaaloo (q)
CHERRY (cpt)
Dabba Peer (hassan bhai)
Inzamam-ul-Haq (friends)
Glitterati
Beebo (ami)
Teeba (rabia)
Abida Parveen (shahbaz bhai, ami, many others)
Moti
Taj (hafza)
Tayu (hafsa)
Beeba (ami)
Tweety (hajra sameen)
Miss Joyia (Sir agha asif)
Tullo (most family members & friends)
Aabo (ami)
Saalaan (many)
Punjaaban (asad bhai)
Tabs (fatima baji)
T-jay
Soniya (hajra)
Tabby baby (zainab baji)
Princess
Jadugarni
Tubbo (ami)
Chooza (abu)
Double roti (q)
Thalo-maharani (q)
Dont touch me (honey)
Pathaano (maami, amaan dolat)
Chanda (mami)
Moto (sir masood)
Gulli (sadaad)
Gaind (sadaad)
Masooma (mrs. Niaz)
Guglo (aksa)
Motu (q)
Paide (abu)
Puppo (sid)
Maango (abu)
Moto-naama (sadaad)
Icecream (q)
Poppee (sadaad)
Kattee (abu)
Guddo (most family members)
Baajo (sid)
Apaan g (sid)
Wadda munh (hassan bhai)
Mithee
Peer-Saab (hassan bhai)
Kacholi
Gaindo (hassan bhai & hajra)
Maano Billi (q)
Katti (abu)
Taiban-Maanga(chacha ghafoor)
tajba (amaan syed)
taeba (mhd ali, sakhi)
Bagar billa (pupho)
Ustaani (abu)
Raani (abu)
Arooj (irum)
Beto (ami)
Teddy Bear (saadzia)
Azeem Hasti
Broiler (mamoon saif)
Girlfriend (qasim bhai)
Shopaholic
Guriya, Waddi & Bitiya, Bacha, Kachaalu, Roto, Laali, sweety are all the nick names that i remember were allotted to me by people around me.
Bhaaloo (q)
CHERRY (cpt)
Dabba Peer (hassan bhai)
Inzamam-ul-Haq (friends)
Glitterati
Beebo (ami)
Teeba (rabia)
Abida Parveen (shahbaz bhai, ami, many others)
Moti
Taj (hafza)
Tayu (hafsa)
Beeba (ami)
Tweety (hajra sameen)
Miss Joyia (Sir agha asif)
Tullo (most family members & friends)
Aabo (ami)
Saalaan (many)
Punjaaban (asad bhai)
Tabs (fatima baji)
T-jay
Soniya (hajra)
Tabby baby (zainab baji)
Princess
Jadugarni
Tubbo (ami)
Chooza (abu)
Double roti (q)
Thalo-maharani (q)
Dont touch me (honey)
Pathaano (maami, amaan dolat)
Chanda (mami)
Moto (sir masood)
Gulli (sadaad)
Gaind (sadaad)
Masooma (mrs. Niaz)
Guglo (aksa)
Motu (q)
Paide (abu)
Puppo (sid)
Maango (abu)
Moto-naama (sadaad)
Icecream (q)
Poppee (sadaad)
Kattee (abu)
Guddo (most family members)
Baajo (sid)
Apaan g (sid)
Wadda munh (hassan bhai)
Mithee
Peer-Saab (hassan bhai)
Kacholi
Gaindo (hassan bhai & hajra)
Maano Billi (q)
Katti (abu)
Taiban-Maanga(chacha ghafoor)
tajba (amaan syed)
taeba (mhd ali, sakhi)
Bagar billa (pupho)
Ustaani (abu)
Raani (abu)
Arooj (irum)
Beto (ami)
Teddy Bear (saadzia)
Azeem Hasti
Broiler (mamoon saif)
Girlfriend (qasim bhai)
Shopaholic
Guriya, Waddi & Bitiya, Bacha, Kachaalu, Roto, Laali, sweety are all the nick names that i remember were allotted to me by people around me.
Taqdeer; The Destiny
In our daily life, we blame our destiny for our so many deeds or for
the results of our deeds i.e. It was written in our fate. But thats
not the fact.
Actually the situations and conditions are created by Allah. Men have
no control over them but our action, response or behavior to that
situation completely depends on us e.g. Your car hits someone
unintentionally. That might be fate but i you don't visit and bother
to show some affection to that person, it wasn't written in fate.
The destiny has two parts:
1. Absolute Destiny.
2. Isolated Destiny.
the results of our deeds i.e. It was written in our fate. But thats
not the fact.
Actually the situations and conditions are created by Allah. Men have
no control over them but our action, response or behavior to that
situation completely depends on us e.g. Your car hits someone
unintentionally. That might be fate but i you don't visit and bother
to show some affection to that person, it wasn't written in fate.
The destiny has two parts:
1. Absolute Destiny.
2. Isolated Destiny.
Absolute destiny has no link with human deeds. A person cannot change
it. Its already written e.g. The day of Judgement. We all know it has
to come. And we cannot overcome or resist that. Secondly, the prophet
(P.B.U.H) is the last prophet. We cant change that as well. These
things were decided by Allah.
The isolated destiny on the other hand is totally dependant on our own
selves e.g. Paying Zakat. Its our duty. If we'll keep giving zakat,
we'll remain away from many problems and bad intensions. Allah has
given us the directions to chose our ways while making decisions. So
it fully depends on what we do.
If a man goes to live somewhere with unhealthy or dangerous conditions
considering that death is written. Thats wrong. Death depends on
isolated destiny. Although it is written that we've to die. So thats
totally a wrong perception. Its the reason we migrate from one area to
the other. We protect ourselves.
Another example is that if we consider that whatever we've to eat or
drink is written and we'll get that in any condition. No matter what
we do. Thats wrong. If someone is thirsty but he/she doesn't go to
drink water that if its written, i'll get that here thats wrong
perception.
So its our responsibility to keep our care both physically and
mentally. Work hard for better lifestyle.
Dream
Once i had a dream: once in my life,i slept a long sleep.it made me
dream the most beautiful dream of my life.i can never imagine
something better than that.my all emotions, dreams, sorrows, tears,
smiles are linked to that.but when i woke up,it all was just a
fantasy.i realised these were only the assumptions having no
reality.it turned me sad.but i tried to control myself as much as i
could.my tears were unlimited.my breaths were out of order.my whole
body was just cold.very very cold.there was also a prince in that
dream.whose nick i decided after deep thinking.i decided a nick that
could depict my love for him.the prince was not very handsome but i
started loving him.the prince knew everything.all those things that i
never knew.BUT unfortunately, he showed me only a single side of his
personality.i was busy in my own excitements.i never thought prince
can do so.when i knew it,i trembled.my each and every vein was
disturbed.i had no place to go with that broken heart.sometimes i feel....
..... to be continued
dream the most beautiful dream of my life.i can never imagine
something better than that.my all emotions, dreams, sorrows, tears,
smiles are linked to that.but when i woke up,it all was just a
fantasy.i realised these were only the assumptions having no
reality.it turned me sad.but i tried to control myself as much as i
could.my tears were unlimited.my breaths were out of order.my whole
body was just cold.very very cold.there was also a prince in that
dream.whose nick i decided after deep thinking.i decided a nick that
could depict my love for him.the prince was not very handsome but i
started loving him.the prince knew everything.all those things that i
never knew.BUT unfortunately, he showed me only a single side of his
personality.i was busy in my own excitements.i never thought prince
can do so.when i knew it,i trembled.my each and every vein was
disturbed.i had no place to go with that broken heart.sometimes i feel....
..... to be continued
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Success
I'm not that mature to conclude something. But i've concluded that
there are three paths or directions that can lead an individual
towards success.
The first and the most important one is Brain i.e. Intelligence. I
strongly believe that if someone is intelligent/clever, no one can
hinder them from reaching the peaks of success. For example some
students do not work hard. They read something and can write about it
next time. They don't pay much attention to their studies. Brain, i
believe is God gifted. Everyone isn't intelligent. All people cannot
understand whatever is happening around them. Very few human beings
can have such an eye to see the world accurately as well as making the
things happen in their favor. Only some wise men can do so. Brain can
lead to all the success and one can win the world only through it.
Second things is the hardwork. Not only brain, the passion to do
something matters alot in someone's success. Sometimes one keeps
thinking good and does nothing while at the same time, others move
further. Many steps forward only because they think less and do more.
I like such individuals. They know how to convert the plans into
reality. Hardwork is basis of everything and everyone knows that. I
myself have seen the people who are spending luxurious lives only
because they worked hard. They never refused to do any thing. They are
addicted to work and never get tired e.g. The farmers. They don't need
to be much intelligent. They have to work hard on their fields and
remain successful in their lives. Allah has kept much reward for such
people.
The third and the last thing that i believe can lead someone to
success is fate. There are examples where the person doesn't do any
hardwork nor they have clever minds but they spend better life than
many others. That is called fate. I know some students who aren't book
worms nor they're genius. They don't have high aims but they keep
passing every year. This happens due to fate
there are three paths or directions that can lead an individual
towards success.
The first and the most important one is Brain i.e. Intelligence. I
strongly believe that if someone is intelligent/clever, no one can
hinder them from reaching the peaks of success. For example some
students do not work hard. They read something and can write about it
next time. They don't pay much attention to their studies. Brain, i
believe is God gifted. Everyone isn't intelligent. All people cannot
understand whatever is happening around them. Very few human beings
can have such an eye to see the world accurately as well as making the
things happen in their favor. Only some wise men can do so. Brain can
lead to all the success and one can win the world only through it.
Second things is the hardwork. Not only brain, the passion to do
something matters alot in someone's success. Sometimes one keeps
thinking good and does nothing while at the same time, others move
further. Many steps forward only because they think less and do more.
I like such individuals. They know how to convert the plans into
reality. Hardwork is basis of everything and everyone knows that. I
myself have seen the people who are spending luxurious lives only
because they worked hard. They never refused to do any thing. They are
addicted to work and never get tired e.g. The farmers. They don't need
to be much intelligent. They have to work hard on their fields and
remain successful in their lives. Allah has kept much reward for such
people.
The third and the last thing that i believe can lead someone to
success is fate. There are examples where the person doesn't do any
hardwork nor they have clever minds but they spend better life than
many others. That is called fate. I know some students who aren't book
worms nor they're genius. They don't have high aims but they keep
passing every year. This happens due to fate
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Why
I'm in my bed. Lights are turned off. I'm constantly thinking as well
as planning somethings in my mind. Sometimes when i observe the things
around me, i really wonder. Its really hard to digest somethings. What
life was and what it is!
To be true, these days i'm not much happy with my life or the
happenings around me. May be the reason is that life is becoming
serious. I'm turning mature. So i'm trying to digest everything with
smiles all the time. I've stopped telling others about my worries. My
sharing is 1% as compared to my past. I really scared. Once i used to
share each and every aspect of my life with a friend but since i've
lost that, i don't like disclosing the things to everyone.
I've a point of view that when we keep someone very special. Up above
everyone. Everything, and after a long time, you realize i meant
nothing to him/her, its much painful. Or even for a person like me,
its difficult to digest that for the next person, there were many
individuals having the same rank as mine.
as planning somethings in my mind. Sometimes when i observe the things
around me, i really wonder. Its really hard to digest somethings. What
life was and what it is!
To be true, these days i'm not much happy with my life or the
happenings around me. May be the reason is that life is becoming
serious. I'm turning mature. So i'm trying to digest everything with
smiles all the time. I've stopped telling others about my worries. My
sharing is 1% as compared to my past. I really scared. Once i used to
share each and every aspect of my life with a friend but since i've
lost that, i don't like disclosing the things to everyone.
I've a point of view that when we keep someone very special. Up above
everyone. Everything, and after a long time, you realize i meant
nothing to him/her, its much painful. Or even for a person like me,
its difficult to digest that for the next person, there were many
individuals having the same rank as mine.
Nowadays i'm spending hard lifetime. Finance isn't my problem. I never
tense due to any such problem. The only thing that hurts me is the
attitude and behavior of others. Not all others. Obviously my friends
and the people around me. Whom i love, care, respect and keep special.
And unfortunately, i'm nothing for most of those people. Not that i
want to be the only one in their lives but i feel noone needs me but i
need everyone. Don't know why!!
Monday, September 14, 2009
¤"Laikh"¤
Majboor na hondi sown rub di,
khushnood me saath nibhaen haa. . . .
*
Kuj lekh v mere naal honday,
tainu bakht di peeng chutain haa. . . .
*
Me ap tan beshak rul jaandi,
tainu katan na dhol rulain haa. . . .
*
Tera naa likhwain ha takhti tay,
oowha takhti gul cha pain haa!!!
(there are reasons behind all these posts & each word)
khushnood me saath nibhaen haa. . . .
*
Kuj lekh v mere naal honday,
tainu bakht di peeng chutain haa. . . .
*
Me ap tan beshak rul jaandi,
tainu katan na dhol rulain haa. . . .
*
Tera naa likhwain ha takhti tay,
oowha takhti gul cha pain haa!!!
(there are reasons behind all these posts & each word)
--
Sent from my mobile device
Dr. Khusnood poetry
Me teri raah te aa nit khalondi. . .
Je na bulaen tan marzi aala en.
__________
Je na bulaen tan marzi aala en.
__________
Tu naal ghairaan day has k meray. . .
Je zakham dukhaen tan marzi aala en.
__________
Ae zindagi tere naa lai ye,
me aj v teri te kal v teri. . .
Tu mard ho k wafa day waaday je na nibhaen te marzi aala en!!
--
Sent from my mobile device
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Gham
Jab se wo juda hue soz-e-jigar kam nahin hota. . .
Me kese bawar kar lon un ko meri barbadi ka gham nahin hota.
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Me kese bawar kar lon un ko meri barbadi ka gham nahin hota.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Punjabi!!
Kujh shouq he yaar faqeeri da,
Kujh ishk ne dar dar rol ditta!!
Kujh sajnaan hujjat nahin chori,
Kujh zeher raqiban ghol ditta!!
Kujh hijar firaq de rang charrya,
Kujh dard maahi anmol ditta!!
Kujh sar gai kismat Bad-kismat di,
Kujh pyaar wich judai roll ditta!!
Kujh ishk ne dar dar rol ditta!!
Kujh sajnaan hujjat nahin chori,
Kujh zeher raqiban ghol ditta!!
Kujh hijar firaq de rang charrya,
Kujh dard maahi anmol ditta!!
Kujh sar gai kismat Bad-kismat di,
Kujh pyaar wich judai roll ditta!!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Missing You
i cant say you will miss me
i have left no signs
i have no specialities
i am not important
i have nothing attractive that you can miss
i cant say that when someone will say THIS, you will miss me
i cant say that when saomeone will be doing THIS, you will miss me
i cant say that when you will be having THIS view, you will miss me
BUT
i can say that i miss you all the time
when i turn on my cell phone, i miss you
when i listen music, i miss you
when i read books, i miss you
when i lie on bed, i miss you
when i see mijrror, i miss you
when i read texts, i miss you
when i open my diaries, i miss you
when i open my email, i miss you
when i open my blog, i miss you
when i open my cupboard, i miss you
when i meet people, i miss you
My Everything Questions Me About You
You Are Everywhere
why only i miss you and you DONT CARE!!!
No one cares, no one believes
That I MISS YOU
i have left no signs
i have no specialities
i am not important
i have nothing attractive that you can miss
i cant say that when someone will say THIS, you will miss me
i cant say that when saomeone will be doing THIS, you will miss me
i cant say that when you will be having THIS view, you will miss me
BUT
i can say that i miss you all the time
when i turn on my cell phone, i miss you
when i listen music, i miss you
when i read books, i miss you
when i lie on bed, i miss you
when i see mijrror, i miss you
when i read texts, i miss you
when i open my diaries, i miss you
when i open my email, i miss you
when i open my blog, i miss you
when i open my cupboard, i miss you
when i meet people, i miss you
My Everything Questions Me About You
You Are Everywhere
why only i miss you and you DONT CARE!!!
No one cares, no one believes
That I MISS YOU
Thursday, February 19, 2009
HarDnesS
some people are so hard, so stiff, so rough that they dont even feel pity for the person dying in front of them with thirst and they have plenty of water.........
their hardness is actually helping them to spend their lives......
if there was any decision for me to make, i would have killed all of them.....
killed in a way they kill others.....
with so much torcher as they become pain for others!!!
making them tearful and having a constant smile on my face as if i am not listening!!!
they scream and i laugh
they die and i live
they beg and i dont care
they pledge and i dont listen
I WISH I WISH
i could be that strong
these are the most HORRIBLE, FEARFUL, SCARY, NON-LOVABLE, DISTRUSTFUL, UNFAITHFUL people around us........
such people never experience pain!!!
a pain deep inside their heart!!!
They are feelingless!!!
they want to rotate the earth as they wish, as they like and the individuals are just like toys, they can break them anytime, anywhere
no matter into how many pieces it breaks up!!!
they tear the paople like the pages!!!
no matter how soft it was
in short, THEY JUST DONT CARE!!!!
and why they sould???
they have everything.......
everything that amuses them,
everything that is interesting,
everything that they NEED!!!
I Wish such people could never exist
who give BAD experiences to others
who ruin the lives of others
who make others to realize, to say that the friends are the worst enemies!!!
I wish i could soften them....
make them undrestand what the feelings and emotions are!!!
what is meant by Importance
how they can have very biG losses!!!
I wish they could understand..........
their hardness is actually helping them to spend their lives......
if there was any decision for me to make, i would have killed all of them.....
killed in a way they kill others.....
with so much torcher as they become pain for others!!!
making them tearful and having a constant smile on my face as if i am not listening!!!
they scream and i laugh
they die and i live
they beg and i dont care
they pledge and i dont listen
I WISH I WISH
i could be that strong
these are the most HORRIBLE, FEARFUL, SCARY, NON-LOVABLE, DISTRUSTFUL, UNFAITHFUL people around us........
such people never experience pain!!!
a pain deep inside their heart!!!
They are feelingless!!!
they want to rotate the earth as they wish, as they like and the individuals are just like toys, they can break them anytime, anywhere
no matter into how many pieces it breaks up!!!
they tear the paople like the pages!!!
no matter how soft it was
in short, THEY JUST DONT CARE!!!!
and why they sould???
they have everything.......
everything that amuses them,
everything that is interesting,
everything that they NEED!!!
I Wish such people could never exist
who give BAD experiences to others
who ruin the lives of others
who make others to realize, to say that the friends are the worst enemies!!!
I wish i could soften them....
make them undrestand what the feelings and emotions are!!!
what is meant by Importance
how they can have very biG losses!!!
I wish they could understand..........
Friday, February 13, 2009
My heart
In my heart, there is a nest
for so many years, it remained hollow.
But at once someone came and
unfortunately, it started to follow.
What was happening to me,
i could not recognize
But it was too late,
when i realized
Inside a shell, like a pearl
i thought, im a lucky girl
I never met people of such grace
who never leave any trace.
Someone popped into my mind
alone on my bed when i was sitting,
After a long while i felt
i was undergoing what we call "missing"
Thoughts occupied me deeper and deeper
just like a thunder of rain & wind of winter
Light of love got lit in me,
such a wonder, i never thought
As a gift to me,
a book of old memories I have got.
For at the end, in trying to persuade,
these feelings of my heart will never experience trade
the light of your love is as it is, it'll never fade.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
InterNationaLlization
I think more than the firms and any other businesses people are trying to internationalize, actually they are the cause for internationalization of firms.
Not bad...
But why???
because no one is satisfied on what he has, people try to search peace, calm, relaxation in other areas, going away from what they have, where they live...
(most of the PAKISTANIS)
Its a very good habit but why to explore people, their feelings, their thoughts. Internationalization in this case is bot beneficial...
Human roghts and FEELINGS are the most valuable thing
Not bad...
But why???
because no one is satisfied on what he has, people try to search peace, calm, relaxation in other areas, going away from what they have, where they live...
(most of the PAKISTANIS)
Its a very good habit but why to explore people, their feelings, their thoughts. Internationalization in this case is bot beneficial...
Human roghts and FEELINGS are the most valuable thing
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
FM 100
FM 100 was established in the year 1994 and started broadcasting its regular transmission from March 23, 1995, it is the first radio channel in Pakistan providing live entertainment programs round the clock and promoting Pakistan music among the population, regular programs includes Urdu pop, Panjabi and western Music for younger generation, latest films hits for housewives, Ghazals & folk songs for listeners of all ages.
FM100 has gained immense popularity in a short span of time in the major cities of Pakistan i.e. Karachi, Lahore and Rawalpindi/Islamabad as it provide services in these cities. It has played a vital role in bringing about a change in their entertainment pattern but still needs some time and some efforts to immensely affect the radio listening habit of people. In Pakistan, the music played the dialogue and language used by the Djs, the conversation between callers and show hosts and the entire package and style of FM100 shows of a new generation of Pakistan that is coming. FM100 radio channel has touched the Hearts of radio listeners in Pakistan. And in just few months' radio is successfully attracting sizeable quality audience.
I have heard the station for more than one hour in three consecutive days. As I have heard the station at night i.e. after 10 pm, the program broadcasted is based on slow music because people don’t prefer loud or noisy music at that time. The name of the program is Khawaab Dareeche and it starts at 12 and ends at 3 am. The DJ or presenter is Athar Rizvi. This program is broadcasted from Monday to Friday. It consists of Ghazals and is based on Urdu literature. It’s a kind of talk show because people can call live and can share their own poetry or any thing related to Urdu literature. The audience can participate through calls or they can send messages. The requests for Ghazals are fulfilled. DJ is friendly and tries to play the requests of everyone. The main attraction of the program is this that the poets also call there and express their views and ideas about any issue being discussed in the program. It shows that they want to satisfy their listeners. And prefer them to participate as well.
The songs played are almost slow music Ghazals. This choice shows that the program is specifically broadcasted for the listeners who wish to relax their minds at night and want to comfort themselves with the rhythm and slow music. This also depicts that they have targeted the audience who is more interested in Urdu literature.
The message they are delivering, in my point of view is the right kind of message because they are trying to keep the audience attracted towards Urdu literature by comforting their minds. They have tried to create their image that they care for their listeners because broadcasting fast music program at this time of night was not suitable.
The ads broadcasted are mostly of all kinds. The ads of different products and services are broadcasted and they are mostly targeting the audience living in Rawalpindi and Islamabad because the network coverage of the station is limited to these two cities and some areas around them. So advertisements are mostly targeting the segments living in these areas. The ads of those products are telecasted most which are trying to position them and their brand in these cities. Their ads also consist of their promotional activities because they keep reminding the listeners and try to keep them update about their other programs and upcoming programs.
Mostly the listeners of this radio station are satisfied from this program because usually people who listens the music at this time try to comfort their minds and relax at this time. They don’t prefer loud and fast music.
But the negative point of the radio station is this that they should focus on Urdu literature in other programs, broadcasted at other days and time. They are also totally dissatisfying those listeners who prefer fast music. They should also consider that group because otherwise those listeners will shift to the other stations and programs as they will find it boring. Another weak point is this that they are not broadcasting that much ads as they can. It shows that its not high budget program. The DJ is felt usually sleepy as if he will sleep at once while talking or addressing the listeners. DJ should seem fresh.
FM100 has gained immense popularity in a short span of time in the major cities of Pakistan i.e. Karachi, Lahore and Rawalpindi/Islamabad as it provide services in these cities. It has played a vital role in bringing about a change in their entertainment pattern but still needs some time and some efforts to immensely affect the radio listening habit of people. In Pakistan, the music played the dialogue and language used by the Djs, the conversation between callers and show hosts and the entire package and style of FM100 shows of a new generation of Pakistan that is coming. FM100 radio channel has touched the Hearts of radio listeners in Pakistan. And in just few months' radio is successfully attracting sizeable quality audience.
I have heard the station for more than one hour in three consecutive days. As I have heard the station at night i.e. after 10 pm, the program broadcasted is based on slow music because people don’t prefer loud or noisy music at that time. The name of the program is Khawaab Dareeche and it starts at 12 and ends at 3 am. The DJ or presenter is Athar Rizvi. This program is broadcasted from Monday to Friday. It consists of Ghazals and is based on Urdu literature. It’s a kind of talk show because people can call live and can share their own poetry or any thing related to Urdu literature. The audience can participate through calls or they can send messages. The requests for Ghazals are fulfilled. DJ is friendly and tries to play the requests of everyone. The main attraction of the program is this that the poets also call there and express their views and ideas about any issue being discussed in the program. It shows that they want to satisfy their listeners. And prefer them to participate as well.
The songs played are almost slow music Ghazals. This choice shows that the program is specifically broadcasted for the listeners who wish to relax their minds at night and want to comfort themselves with the rhythm and slow music. This also depicts that they have targeted the audience who is more interested in Urdu literature.
The message they are delivering, in my point of view is the right kind of message because they are trying to keep the audience attracted towards Urdu literature by comforting their minds. They have tried to create their image that they care for their listeners because broadcasting fast music program at this time of night was not suitable.
The ads broadcasted are mostly of all kinds. The ads of different products and services are broadcasted and they are mostly targeting the audience living in Rawalpindi and Islamabad because the network coverage of the station is limited to these two cities and some areas around them. So advertisements are mostly targeting the segments living in these areas. The ads of those products are telecasted most which are trying to position them and their brand in these cities. Their ads also consist of their promotional activities because they keep reminding the listeners and try to keep them update about their other programs and upcoming programs.
Mostly the listeners of this radio station are satisfied from this program because usually people who listens the music at this time try to comfort their minds and relax at this time. They don’t prefer loud and fast music.
But the negative point of the radio station is this that they should focus on Urdu literature in other programs, broadcasted at other days and time. They are also totally dissatisfying those listeners who prefer fast music. They should also consider that group because otherwise those listeners will shift to the other stations and programs as they will find it boring. Another weak point is this that they are not broadcasting that much ads as they can. It shows that its not high budget program. The DJ is felt usually sleepy as if he will sleep at once while talking or addressing the listeners. DJ should seem fresh.
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