On walk from place of worship!

Meri baat aap ko bohat purani aur daqyanusi lage gi!


Mandir ho, masjid ho, kaleesa ho ke kaaba ho. Kisi bhi insaan ko is baat se bohat khushi haasil hoti hai ke - woh apni 'place of worship' se paidal chal ker apne ghar tak aaye! ...........................Agar aap ne zindagi main aesa nahi kiya to ker ke dekhiye - aik achha sakoon milta hai. 


Wajah aap dhundiye, mujeh sirf 'statement' dene dijye.

Man and Woman...

(Both brains work differently)

Give Respect to a Man, and in return he will love you....
Give Love to a Woman, and in return she will respect you......

Diya!

Hamare shehr main aik mandir hai. 


Baqol Faiz:
koi ujra huwa, be-noor purana mandir 
dhundhta hai jo kharabi ke bahane kab se 
Chaak har baam, har ik dum ka dum-e-akhir hai 


Us mandir main kisi shab main ne bhi tumhara naam ka aik diya jalaya hai

A fine line between You and Me

Another beautiful post from Aisha - an highly emotional tale from real life.


"I realize we are all someone's child. And I realize that if I let my heart crack open and bleed like it does right now over moments like this that I will not be able to function in this world full of heartache and sadness as much as its filled with sunflowers and daffodils-- but there are some moments like watching tears of gratitude from a man old enough to be your grandfather because you plugged in a cord-- that make your heart hurt."


Read full Post: On power cords and the fine line between You and Me

At Deathbed - 2

On my previous post, Aasem Bakhshi has views contrary to mine. He prefer to be alone at deathbed due to reason that he does not want loved ones to suffer due to his own death. Actually, his views coincide with Great Leo Tolstoy (who in real life, before death walked out of house but collapsed at nearby train station). Let me quote a paragraph from last page of his story "The Death of Ivan Ilyich".


"At that very moment Ivan Ilych fell through and caught sight of the light, and it was revealed to him that though his life had not been what it should have been, this could still be rectified. He asked himself, "What *is* the right thing?" and grew still, listening. Then he felt that someone was kissing his hand. He opened his eyes, looked at his son, and felt sorry for him. His wife camp up to him and he glanced at her. She was gazing at him open-mouthed, with undried tears on her nose and cheek and a despairing look on her face. He felt sorry for her too.


"Yes, I am making them wretched," he thought. "They are sorry, but it will be better for them when I die." He wished to say this but had not the strength to utter it. "Besides, why speak? I must act," he thought. with a look at his wife he indicated his son and said: "Take him away...sorry for him...sorry for you too...." He tried to add, "Forgive me," but said "Forego" and waved his hand, knowing that He whose understanding mattered would understand.


And suddenly it grew clear to him that what had been oppressing him and would not leave his was all dropping away at once from two sides, from ten sides, and from all sides. He was sorry for them, he must act so as not to hurt them: release them and free himself from these sufferings. "How good and how simple!" he thought. "And the pain?" he asked himself. "What has become of it? Where are you, pain?" He turned his attention to it.

At Deathbed!

 "Who would you like to be with when you are dying"?

I am very good in answering instantly to this type of questions but this took a while for me. Actually, I pondered for a day! I imagined myself dying on deathbed and thought about my siblings, close friends, cousins, relatives, even parents and my kids whom I thought I love most in my life - but I came to a very different answer!

I would not like to have many people around my deathbed while dying. I would like to have only one person whom I love from my heart and have full trust, to be there. Nothing can be more peaceful than that!!

As Ustaq Zauq said:

Kum honge is bisat pe hum jese badqimar

Jo chal hum chale, so nihaye't buri chale

Kirnain -2

Main ne pehle bhi is blog pe likha hai (here): "One of the most 'finest' love story in Urdu is writtten by Shaifqur Rehman called KirnaiN". Zindagi main aksar aese mor aaye hain jub main ne almari se nikal ker is afsane ko phir parha hai. Aaj bhi aesa hi aik din tha......


"Shaffu bhayya ka dil kesa tha? jo na gamoN se jhuka, na aaftoN ne is per koi asar kiya. MaayusioN ke kese toofan aaye lekin use na hila sake.......


"Aur ab! - Ab bhi un ki wahi tanha zindagi hogi, be-kaif zindagi! lekin un ka chehra ab bhi roshan hoga. Shikayat ka aik lafz bhi un ke laboN per na aata hoga. MareezoN ka aadha dukh to woh apni meethi baatoN se dur ker dete hon ge. Rang ba-rang phooloN ka ab bhi shoq hoga. Baag main ab bhi subah subah seetiaN bajate hon ge"


"......Tab main ne socha ke ye ranj-o-gum sab waqti cheezaiN hain. Bilkul naa'paidaar! - Na to khushi hi dair tak rehti hai aur na udasi. Bulke aesi mehboob hastioN ki yaad hamesha ke liye dil maiN mehfooz rehti hai - aur aese masroor lamhoN ki yaad bhi - jo kabhi muskurahatoN main basar huwe the. Yahi zindagi ki weeranioN main rafiq banti hai. Sab kuch ujar jaane per bhi zindagi ki taarikiaN inhi kirnoN se jagmaga uththi haiN. Ye jhilmil jhilmil kerti hui piyari piyari kirnaiN"

Barhwan Khilari (The Twelfth Man)

(One of my all time favorite poem - from Iftikhar Arif)


barhwan khilari bhi 
 kiya ajab khilari hai 
 khel hota rehta hai 
 shor machta rehta hai 
 daad parti rehti hai
 aur woh alag sab se
 intezar karta hai 
 aik aisi sa'at ka
 aik aisay lamhey ka 
 jis main saniha ho jaaye 
 Phir woh khailne niklay 
 taaliyon ke jhurmat main 
 aik jumla-e-khush kun
 aik naara-e-tehseen 
 us kay naam ho ja'aye 
 Sab khilariyon kay saath 
 woh bhi moutabar ho ja'aye 


 tum bhi Iftikhar Arif 
 barhwain khilari ho
 intezar kartey ho
 aik aisay lamhey ka 
 aik aisi saa'at ka 
 jis main hadisa ho ja'aye 
 jis main saniha ho jaye

Meals Ready!

 Worth watching - a short film! - A short tale of love!

Good news? Bad news?

 Over the years - I have learned that a small personality test determines a person's personality. (Biased, obviously).

If you ask a person - Do you want the good news first? Or bad news first?

A person who asks for the good news first is usually more social, let it go, kind of careless, unplanned, happy, lucky go, usually broke but simultaneously optimist and a good friend - and a person who asks for the bad news first is generally cautious, less confident, perfectionist, controlling but simultaneously hard-working, intelligent, no non-sense and frugal people.

It's just two different flavors of people you live with. Nothing major!

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