Sunday, December 23, 2018

After movie zero

My daughter is a Shah Rukh Khan fan. No wonder, I had to take her to SRK's movie on an opening day. After the movie, she asked:

"Is it true that if you break someone's heart, you lose your magic?"

"Beta! losing someone's trust is worse than losing the magic."

Saturday, December 22, 2018

A quote

I found the following quote very interesting, actually, the other version is better

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Another version: If you seduce her mind, her body will follow.

Friday, December 21, 2018

What you would have done?

I think this is the highest test of human integrity. After reading the following story, I asked myself, what I would have done? I don't know the answer.

 (And if I don't know the answer, I failed the test!)

A New York subway rider might have earned himself a spot for life on Santa's "nice" list after he turned in a purse with $10,000 cash he found on a train platform.

Link: https://www.cnn.com/2018/12/22/us/cash-subway-found-purse/index.html

Thursday, December 20, 2018

A Diary from Haj

(Posted as shared)

"It is strange to see women totally covered sleeping in the mosque.
On the side note, the electricity bill of this place should be in millions at least. 
Only animals you will see are cats & pigeons.

It is weird to be stared at by men.
No one looks at you in the west.

In 2009, you were not allowed to take camera phone inside. Now as everyone has a smartphone, the authority cannot do much. The amount of selfies taken with Kaaba in the background is mind-boggling. People making videos while doing tawaaf is distasteful. I have even seen people Skype while doing tawaaf. I may sound ancient but C'mon people. It is just not right. 

As many men have their shoulders uncovered, it is rather cringe-worthy to see human flaws. Hair like a bear, moles & skin tags. Some men have their belly bare which is very unsightly. Quite unattractive. Such big wobbly bellies. 

The cloth of Kaaba is very fragrant. Very soft.

People bring food and give it to other people. Anything from tea to candy to dates etc etc. My sister in law actually thought that people are selling it. It is 3.16 am. People are giving away tea and snacks. Isn't it great? Free food.

There are ababeel like birds at Fajr time.

There is no overweight Malaysian or Indonesian woman and no underweight Arab woman that I have seen:-) I can see women with water bottles on the top of their heads just like a gaon ki aurat with matka on her head. It is very amusing to see that. Some Arab woman from a gaon of Egypt may be.

Egyptians make the largest proportion of visitors to Makkah followed by Pakistan & Indonesia. "


Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Trajectory

As I have lived more than half of my life, and as I try to connect the dots of various episodes, I am learning that sometimes minor incidents in our lives set a trajectory of more significant future events. We meet someone accidentally, see a billboard, read a mindless article, travel somewhere for no reason, or even make a wrong turn on a highway. Minor events and daily occurrences sometimes set a trajectory to a more immense horizon. I think I blogged the quote from Steve Jobs before:

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart even when it leads you off the well worn path; and that will make all the difference.”

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Sunday, December 09, 2018

On "Good Anger"

Following has been described frequently in sufi literature:

"Gussa aag ki ruhani shakal hai. Agar qaboo main rahe to chulhe pe tuaam ka baais banti hai - aur be-qaboo ho jaaye to ghar jhulas deti hai".

(Anger is a spiritual form of fire. If stays in control, it prepares a feast - and if gets out of control, can gut the whole house.)

Over the years, I learned that actually, the post-anger phase is more beneficial! After a bout of (hopefully controlled) anger as the waves of emotions defervescence - answers to many unresolved queries hit the mind.

Saturday, December 08, 2018

On "Reading Books"

I read this quote somewhere on net, and loved it:

"I don’t read books to learn from them. I read them to experience them, and to learn about myself through those experiences."

That's how books should be read.

Friday, December 07, 2018

Trump (aur hum)

I am not a big fan of Donald Trump for many obvious reasons.

Magar kabhi kabhi sochta hun: Hum sab ke andar aik Trump rehta hai jo hasbe zaroorat bahir aata rehta hai

(But sometimes I think: We all have a kind of Trump inside us, which we use as needed).

Monday, December 03, 2018

Marriage and Adat

One of my friends constantly "bitch" about his married life. One day in frustration, I said" "Than why don't you leave her."  There was a pause of few minutes on text, and then he replied: "Shayed mujhe uski adat ho gai hai," followed by this famous lyrics of a legendary musical dramatist Alan Jay Lerner.


Damn, damn, damn, damn
I've grown accustomed to her face

She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs

Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again

And yet
I've grown accustomed to her looks
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face



Thursday, November 29, 2018

ikigai

Interesting Japenese concept

iki meaning "life (feel alive)" and kai/gai meaning "(by having an) effect"

See where you lie in this potpourri


Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Maulana Abul Kalam Azad on Chai

My translation beow.
مولانا ابوالکلام آزاد رح، غبار خاطر میں فرماتے ہیں

وہ چینی چائے جس کا عادی تھا، کئی دن ہوئے ختم ہوگئی۔ مجبورا ہندوستان کی اس سیاہ پتی کا جوشاندہ پی رہا ہوں تعبیر و تسمیہ قاعدے کے بموجب لوگ چائے کے نام سے پکارتے ہیں اور دودھ ڈال کر اس کا گرم شربت بنایا کرتے ہیں۔

میں چائے کو چائے کے لئے پیتا ہوں، لوگ دودھ اور شکر کے لئے پیتے ہیں

چائے چین کی پیداوار ہے اور چینیوں کی تصریح کے مطابق پندرہ سو برس سے استعمال کی جارہی ہے لیکن وہاں کبھی کسی کے خواب و خیال میں بھی یہ نہیں گزرا کہ اس جوہر لطیف کو دودھ کی کثافت سے آلودہ کیا جاسکتا ہے۔ (ہمارے) لوگ چائے کی جگہ ایک طرح کا سیال حلوہ  بناتے ہیں، کھانے کی جگہ پیتے ہیں اور خوش ہوتے ہیں کہ ہم نے چائے پی لی۔

مولانا آزاد رح حیات ہوتے تو پاکستان کے گلی کوچوں میں دودھ پتی کی نہریں بہتے دیکھ کر سخت کڑھتے
"That Chinese chai of which I was habitual, run out a few days ago. Out of no choice I have to drink this juice of black leave which people for name and purpose call chai, and after adding milk convert it into a warm sharbat. I drink chai for chai; people drink for milk and sugar. China is the home of chai and according to their description is in use for fifteen centuries, but nobody ever in his dream thought of dirting this transcendent gem with the heaviness of milk. Our people, in a way, make a kind of a liquid pastry which they drink instead of eating and feel happy that they had a chai."

(Maulana Abul Kalam Azad in his book Gubare Khatir)

Monday, November 26, 2018

On "Ataturk"

What a beautiful article published on Mustafa Kamal Pasha Ataturk in Dawn

"... He believed in minimising casualties for units under his command, and took Istanbul by bluff. His motto was ‘Don’t fight a battle you cannot win’. Military victories didn’t go to his head, as for instance his refusal to advance further into the Balkans after he had driven the Greeks out of Anatolia and Asia Minor and secured eastern Thrace and the Straits Zone. He refused when his elated colleagues pressed him to advance toward Macedonia, Kosovo and Bosnia. He asked them to build on what they had achieved, warning that a further push into the Balkans would unite Europe on the half-a-millennium-old war cry, ‘The Turks are coming!’ He was a Macedonian, he said, but he didn’t believe in reckless adventures..... He predicted that war would break out in the spring of 1940, and though he went wrong by about six months, he had made up his mind to keep Turkey out of it.....Atatürk was Napoleon’s admirer as a general but, as quoted by Lord Kinross in his biography, Atatürk, he said “Napoleon started with his country and ended with himself.” Though an excellent general, he thought, Napoleon was “without a sound political idea, more concerned with his ambition for world conquest than with the national interest of France”. According to Kinross, Atatürk liked to compare Napoleon’s invasion of Russia with the Ottoman push on Vienna “at the expense of the country’s internal welfare”. He was aware of Napoleon’s remarks, “I just go ahead and my progress is the result of my movement.” Atatürk commented: “Those who ‘just go ahead’ finally knock their head against the rock of St. Helena.”

You can read the whole article here:

https://www.dawn.com/news/1447737/atatuerk-u-turn

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Alif and Ghalib

شاعری میں الف کی حیثیت  مقدس سمجھی جاتی ہے 

غالب کے شاگرد نے اصلاح کی غرض سے غزل بھیجی جس کے کسی  مصرعہ میں الف دبتا تھا جس پر غالب نے کہا  کہ بھائی 

“الف دبتا ہے تو ہمارا کلیجہ دبتا ہے”

Saturday, November 24, 2018

A lesson in Community Medicine

In medical school, we used to have a subject called Community Medicine. But our elders practiced that even before modern medicine was born. My grandmother (dadi) used to say a beautiful thing:

"Jab tak gharon ki khirkion pe parde paRe rahain, mohalledari saanjhi rehti hai"!

Means: as far as the privacy of households are intact, the entire community stays united!

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

One parameter of intelligence

I never believed in this but I do now as I am having a hard time learning Spanish despite it is an easy to learn language and I have many people who speak the same around me.

One of the parameters of human intelligence described is how quickly a person can learn a new language.

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Recipe, Passion and love

"Tum hamesha se khana bohat achha banati ho. Kiya Nani Ma ki recipe haat lag gai hai?"

"Khane main zaiqa recipe se nahi - bulke us muhabbat aur lagan se aata hai - jis se khana banaya jaata hai". 

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Sara Shagufta

Sara Shagufta died young at the age of 30 after committing suicide. She is one of the few women poets in Urdu who was translated into English and was published at Columbia Journal. Scholarly work is done on her poetry at the University of Texas, Austin. Amrita Pritam wrote two books on her and her life was adapted/dramatized on stage. You can find her work on the famous website "Rekhta" or on Google. But all this happened after her death. She lived and died miserably. Atiya Dawood tried to salvage her but fatality of depression didn't even listen to shock therapy.

(I don't know why I kept thinking of Ruhi Banu while reading her).

Read this excerpt from her autobiography and conclude your own lessons about the ugly face of life and about the intellectual discussions which are of no use!

 ایک شام شاعر صاحب نے کہا مجھے آپ سے ایک ضروری بات کرنی ہے۔ پھر ایک روز ریستوراں میں ملاقات ہوئی۔ اُس نے کہا شادی کرو گی؟ دوسری ملاقات میں شادی طے ہو گئی۔ اَب قاضی کے لئے پیسے نہیں تھے۔ میں نے کہا ۔ آدھی فیس تم قرض لے لو اور آدھی فیس میں قرض لیتی ہوں۔ چونکہ گھر والے شریک نہیں ہوں گے میری طرف کے گواہ بھی لیتے آنا۔ ایک دوست سے میں نے اُدھار کپڑے مانگے اور مقررہ جگہ پر پہنچی اور نکاح ہو گیا۔ قاضی صاحب نے فیس کے علاوہ میٹھائی کا ڈبہ بھی منگوالیا تو ہمارے پاس چھ روپے بچے۔ باقی جھنپڑی پہنچتے پہنچتے ، دو روپے، بچے ۔ میں لالٹین کی روشنی میں گھونگھٹ کاڑھے بیٹھی تھی۔ شاعر نے کہا ، دو روپے ہوں گے، باہر میرے دوست بغیر کرائے کے بیٹھے ہیں۔ میں نے دو روپے دے دئے۔ پھر کہا ! ہمارے ہاں بیوی نوکری نہیں کرتی۔ نوکری سے بھی ہاتھ دھوئے۔

 گھر میں روز تعلیم یافتہ شاعر اور نقاد آتے اور ایلیٹ کی طرح بولتے۔ کم از کم میرے خمیر میں علم کی وحشت تو تھی ہی لیکن اس کے باوجود کبھی کبھی بُھوک برداشت نہ ہوتی ۔ روز گھر میں فلسفے پکتے اور ہم منطق کھاتے۔ ایک روز جھونپڑی سے بھی نکال دیئے گئے، یہ بھی پرائی تھی۔ ایک آدھا مکان کرائے پر 
لے لیا۔ 

میں چٹائی پر لیٹی دیواریں گِنا کرتی ۔ اور اپنے جہل کا اکثر شکار رہتی۔ مجھے ساتواں مہینہ ہوا۔ درد شدید تھا اور بان کا درد بھی شدید تھا ۔ عِلم کے غرور میں وہ آنکھ جھپکے بغیر چلا گیا۔ جب اور درد شدید ہوا تو مالِک مکان میری چیخیں سُنتی ہوئی آئی اور مجھے ہسپتال چھوڑ آئی ۔ میرے ہاتھ میں درد اور پانچ کڑکڑاتے ہوئے نوٹ تھے۔ تھوڑی دیر کے بع لڑکا پیدا ہوا۔ سردی شدید تھی اور ایک تولیہ بھی بچے کو لپیٹنے کے لئے نہیں تھا۔ ڈاکٹر نے میرے برابر اسٹریچر پر بچے کو لِٹا دیا۔ 

۔ پانچ منٹ کے لئے بچے نے آنکھیں کھولیںاور کفن کمانے چلا گیا۔ بس ! جب سے میرے جسم میں آنکھیں بھری ہوئی ہیں۔ Sister وارڈ میں مجھے لٹا گئی۔ میں نے Sister سے کہا میں گھر جانا چاہتی ہوں کیونکہ گھر میں کسی کو عِلم نہیں کہ میں کہاں ہوں ۔ اُس نے بے باکی سے مجھے دیکھا اور کہا ، تنہارے جسم میں ویسے بھی زہر پھیلنے کا کا ڈر ہے ۔ تم بستر پر رہو ۔ لیکن اب آرام تو کہیں بھی نہیں تھا۔ میرے پاس مُردہ بچہ اور پانچ رُوپے تھے۔ میں نے Sister سے کہا ، میرے لئے اب مشکل ہے ہسپتال میں رہنا۔ میرے پاس فیس کے پیسے نہیں ہیں میں لے کر آتی ہوں، بھاگوں گی نہیں۔ تمہارے پاس میرا مُردہ بچہ امانت ہے، اور سیڑھیوں سے اُتر گئی
۔

 مجھے 105 ڈگری بُخار تھا۔ بس پر سوار ہوئی ، گھر پہنچی۔ میرے پستانوں سے دُودھ بہہ رہا تھا ۔میں دودھ گلاس میں بھر کر رکھ دیا ۔ اتنے میں شاعر اور باقی منشی حضرات تشریف لائے ۔ میں نے شاعر سے کہا ، لڑکا پیدا ہوا تھا ، مَر گیا ہے۔ اُس نے سرسری سنا اور نقادوں کو بتایا۔ کمرے میں دو منٹ خاموشی رہی اور تیسرے منٹ گفتگو شروع ہوگئی ! فرائڈ کے بارے میں تمہارا کیا خیال ہے ؟ راں بو کیا کہتا ہے ؟ سعدی نے کیا کہا ہے ؟ اور وارث شاہ بہت بڑا آدمی تھا ۔ یہ باتیں تو روز ہی سُنتی تھی لیکن آج لفظ کُچھ زیادہ ہی سُنائی دے رہے تھے۔ مجھے ایسا لگا ! جیسے یہ سارے بڑے لوگ تھوڑی دیر کے لئے میرے لہو میں رُکے ہوں، اور راں بو اور فرائڈ میرے رحم سے میرا بچہ نوچ رہے ہوں۔ اُس روز علم میرے گھر پہلی بار آیا تھا اور میرے لہُو میں قہقہے لگا رہا تھا ۔ میرے بچے کا جنم دیکھو !!!  چنانچہ ایک گھنٹے کی گفتگو رہی اور خاموشی آنکھ لٹکائے مجھے دیکھتی رہی۔ یہ لوگ عِلم کے نالے عبُور کرتے کمرے سے جُدا ہوگئے۔

 میں سیڑھیوں سے ایک چیخ کی طرح اُتری۔ اب میرے ہاتھ میں تین رُوپے تھے ۔ میں ایک دوست کے ہاں پہنچی اور تین سو روپے قرض مانگے ۔ اُس نے دے دیئے ۔ پھر اُس نے دیکھتے ہوئے کہا ! کیا تمہاری طبیعت خراب ہے ؟ میں نے کہا ، بس مجھے ذرا ا بخار ہے ، میں زیادہ دیر رُک نہیں سکتی ۔ پیسے کسی قرض خواہ کو دینے ہیں ، وہ میرا انتظار کر رہا ہوگا۔ ہسپتال پہنچی ۔ بِل 295 روپے بنا۔ اب میرے پاس پھر مُردہ بچہ اور پانچ روپے تھے۔ میں نے ڈاکٹر سے کہا۔ آپ لوگ چندہ اکٹھا کر کے بچے کو کفن دیں، اور اِس کی قبر کہیں بھی بنا دیں۔ میں جارہی ہوں۔ بچے کی اصل قبر تو میرے دل میں بَن چکی تھی۔ میں پھر دوہری چیخ ےک ساتھ سیڑھیوں سے اُتری اور ننگے پیر سڑک پہ دوڑتی ہوئی بس میں سوار ہوئی۔ ڈاکٹر نے سمجھا شاید صدمے کی وجہ سے میں ذہنی توازن کھو بیٹھی ہوں۔ کنڈکٹر نے مجھ سے ٹکٹ نہیں مانگا اور لوگ بھی ایسے ہی دیکھ رہے تھے۔ میں بس سے اُتری، کنڈکٹر کے ہاتھ پر پانچ روپے رکھتے ہوئے ، چل نکلی۔ گھر ؟ گھر!! گھر پہنچی۔ گلاس میں دودھ رکھا ہوا تھا۔ کفن سے بھی زیادہ اُجلا۔ میں نے اپنے دودھ کی قسم کھائی ۔ شعر میں لکھوں گی، شاعری میں کروں گی، میں شاعرہ کہلاؤں گی۔اور دودھ باسی ہونے سے پہلے ہی میں نے ایک نظم لکھ لی تھی، لیکن تیسری بات جھوٹ ہے، میں شاعرہ نہیں ہوں۔ مجھے کوئی شاعرہ نہ کہے۔ 

شاید میں کبھی اپنے بچے کو کفن دے سکوں۔ آج چاروں طرف سے شاعرہ! شاعرہ! کی آوازیں آتی ہیں، لیکن ابھی تک کفن کے پیسے پُورے نہیں

Monday, November 12, 2018

Bachha

Insaan kisi bhi umar ka ho, us ke andar aik khilkhilata bachha hamesha kahin chupa betha rehta hai

Bus koshish yahi honi chahiye ke - zindagi ke kisi moR pe - kahin woh bachha ghayel na ho jaaye

Thursday, November 08, 2018

Going Deep

One thing I have learned over many years is that what you see people on the face value, people are way more than that. You have to go way deep down or wait till they show their mojo to you.

Every human is a book in itself.

I read Randy Pausch's "The Last Lecture" again after almost 10 years. I was always reluctant to agree with him on this but I think he was absolutely right when he said: "Wait long enough and people will surprise and impress you. When you are pissed off at somebody, and you're angry at them, you just haven't given them enough time. Just give them a little more time — and they'll almost always impress you."

Friday, November 02, 2018

Annapurna Devi and Haridas

The following excerpt is from a relatively long article send to me as a forward. The article itself deals with the life of a remarkable lady, Annapurna Devi. She was the wife of legendary Ravi Shankar. The famous Indian movie, "Abhimaan", was made on the relationship of Ravi Shankar and Annapurna Devi. You must read that article as it will make you gasp at many places.

Click at Annapurna Devi and her music of silencehttps://bit.ly/2zlHWbn )

But in a context, there was a beautiful mention of Akbar, Tansen and his teacher Haridas.

"..I had always likened Annapurna to Mian Tansen, the legendary 16th-century musician in Emperor Akbar’s court, who could start fires and create rainstorms with his ragas. (In fact, the Maihar gharana traces its teachings back 400 years directly to Tansen, so in some sense she is musically a direct descendant of Tansen.) But after hearing this story, I began to think differently.

Legend has it that one day in court, after yet another soul-satisfying musical performance from Tansen, Emperor Akbar declared there could be no voice more divine than Tansen’s. The singer humbly replied that if the Emperor could hear his teacher, a hermit called Haridas, his own poor efforts would be forgotten. The Emperor wanted to immediately summon Haridas to court but Tansen cautioned him that it was not possible – his teacher did not sing on demand, only when he felt inspired.

Intrigued, the Emperor, with Tansen, set off for the forest in Vrindavan where Haridas lived in a hut. When they arrived, it was early morning, and the teacher was deep in meditation. Akbar hid in the bushes while Tansen prostrated himself before his guru and began singing a sacred hymn his guru had taught him. The teacher, still deep in meditation, did not open in his eyes. Then Tansen, as planned, deliberately sang a note offkey. His guru immediately opened his eyes and corrected him. Tansen begged him to remind him of the correct notes. So the guru lifted his voice and rendered the same hymn so magnificently that Akbar fell into ecstasy. It was only then that Tansen revealed to him that the guest hiding in the bushes was the Emperor of India. When they returned to the capital, a bewildered Akbar told Tansen he had been right: his teacher was beyond anything he had heard before, but one thing puzzled him — how could there be such a vast difference when both had sung the same song, and hit the same notes, flawlessly. It is said that Tansen replied: ‘The cause is simple — I sing to please the king, he sings only to please God.’

Thursday, November 01, 2018

Biting the words

Many times I have done the same thing for which I have reprimanded the others in the past!

Now I understand why the wise people don't speak!

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

6 K

Hum
  • Kab
  • Kahan
  • Kisse
  • Kiun
  • Kese, aur
  • Kitni der ke liye

milte hain - kuch bhi ittafaqiya nahi (nothing is accidental)

Saturday, October 20, 2018

7 Orson Welles Quotes

I get introduced to Orson Welles after watching Farhan Akhtar's movie Lucknow Central (trailer here). It is one finest work of Farhan. I hope he does more movies. What a remarkable actor with a remarkable husky voice. In any case, there was a quote of Orson Welles in the movie which intrigued me so much that I start reading about his life and thoughts on the internet. Just posting his few quotes. First one is from the movie.

Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck.

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story. 

If there hadn't been women we'd still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends. 

I've spent most of my mature life trying to prove that I'm not irresponsible. 

I don't want to forgive myself. That's why I hate psychoanalysis I think if you're guilty of something you should live with it. Get rid of it - how can you get rid of a real guilt? I think people should live with it, face up to it. 

I have a great love and respect for religion, great love and respect for atheism. What I hate is agnosticism, people who do not choose. 

Personally, I don't like a girlfriend to have a husband. If she'll fool her husband, I figure she'll fool me.

Tuesday, October 09, 2018

On Tasneef-o-ta'leef (Writing & Editing)

When I was in pre-medical college, I developed an intense love of Urdu literature which persist till today (I still ask myself why I didn't do Masters in Urdu literature when I had time and was in heart of Karachi). One day I asked my Urdu teacher: "Sir main likhna Chahta hun" (Sir I want to write).

He replied with enormous love: "Zaroor likho! aaj se likho - magar ye jaan lo ke likhne se ziyada ye janna zaroori hai ke kiya nahi likhna - tasneef achhi cheez hai - magar taleef ka hunr us se bhi ziyada zaroori hai - Jese zindagi main ye janna itna zarooori nahi ke kiya kerna chahiye - bulke ye janna bohat zaroori hai - ke kiya nahi kerna chahiye". 

(Please write. Start writing today. But please understand that it is more important to know what not to write instead of what to write. Writing is a good thing but the art of editing is way more important. Alike in life, it is more important to know, what not to do than what to do".

It was such an important lesson I carry with me till today.

Sunday, October 07, 2018

The psychology of Sleeves

I have a physician who is working in our ER for almost 20 years. Every time I see him, he is agile like a tiger. Since I am here I always see his sleeves folded. Sometimes it looks odd with a good dress shirt and an attractive tie.

One day I asked him about his habit of folded sleeves. He laughed and said: "As soon as I enter the ER, I fold my sleeves. This tells my brain: Let's start!"* - and I stay jovial, active and most importantly humorous - an essential skill in this massive stressful environment".

In last 2 weeks I tried his trick - and indeed I loved it!


* As we say in Urdu/Hindi: "Chal guru, ho ja shuru"

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Woman and her men

From around Jesus era, murals were found in Latin America known as Murales de Los Bebedores. One of the murals which depicted the myth that every woman in this world may pretend or be married to a man but has a secret lover in her heart which she fed her actual juice of love. People have inference their own opinions like it is not a secret lover but her God with who she shares her inner secrets. In any case....



Wednesday, September 26, 2018

The Legend of Truth (Painting)

According to a 19th-century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: "It's a marvelous day today"! They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well. The Lie tells the Truth: "The water is very nice, let's take a bath together!" The Truth, suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing. Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs everywhere to find the Lie and to get her clothes back. The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt and rage. The poor Truth returns to the well and disappears forever, hiding therein its shame. Since then, the Lie travels around the world, dressed as the Truth, satisfying the needs of society, because, the World, in any case, harbors no wish at all to meet the naked Truth.

The world famous painting- "The Truth coming out of the well" Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1896.


Friday, September 21, 2018

Amar Piyaas

“Sir! Kiya aesa ho sakta hai ke khawab main insaan aesi zaban (language) bole aur samjhe – jo us ne zindagi main kabhi na suni ho?”

“Aesa parha to hai , magar kese hota hai – malum nahi? – Kiya huwa tumhare saath?”

“Sir! Thar ka sehra tha – aur kuch aesa tha jese – kisi ko ishq ki padash main sehra main akela choR diya gaya ho – aur woh  karabala ke 72 shaheedoN ke naam le le ker duhaii de raha ho – jese koi bhatkti ruh ho – kab se sehra main piyasi”

“Koi lafz yaad aata hai?”

“Nahi Sir! koi ajeeb hi zaban thi – jab aankh khuli to saare alwaz mehv ho gaye. Sir! Na Sindhi thi, na Saraiki thi! Aur na hi Thari  – koi bohat hi mukhtalif , koi muqami zaban thi”.

“Aur kiya kiya yaad hai?”


“Sir! Jab aankh khuli to gale main shadeed piyas se pha’ns chubh rahi thi – Piyas ka aesa shadeed aehsas tha – jese jaan nikal jaaye gi – aur kaanon main – udasi ki aik ajeeb been thi – jese dukh se kisi ki jaan nikal rahi ho. Sir! Bayan nahi ho sakta”

"The best explanation I can give you ----at the end of the day, we all are energy in the form of matter. Sometimes the energy of a given death is so immense that it continues to vibrate beyond time and space with a very high intensity  - and for reasons known or unknown - it coincides with someone's subconscious when it is not suppressed by conscious.  

~ Jese Somalia ke kisi chote se gaaun main bethe kisi shaks ka chota sa radio BBC ki wavelength pakaR le!"

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

On "going and ending up"

We don't go somewhere,
We end up somewhere
One is a destination,
Other is destined

Monday, September 17, 2018

The Raccoons of Toronto

Toronto is called the "Raccoon Capital of the World".

They were making life miserable for the city by messing up trash cans everywhere looking for their food. Eventually, the city came up with very powerful raccoon proof trash cans. For a while, raccoons start disappearing from the scarcity of food supply. But they re-appeared with the skill to break the so-called foolproof new trash cans!

Zindagi apna rasta khud dhund leti hai!

Read the interesting story here

https://bit.ly/2NDH1c0 

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

On 'first few days of soul after death'

"Kiya ye sach hai ke marne ke baad ruh tin din tak hamare aas paas ghumti rehti hai"?

"Koi kehta hai tin din, koi kehta hai chalees(40) din"

"Kiya ye sach hai?"

"Kisi din mar ke dekhain ge! Magar kitaboN main paRha hai, aur buzurgoN se suna hai ke - marne ke 3 din tak ruh is 'confusion' main rehti hai ke woh kis alam main hai? - Aur jin se bohat qareeb hoti hai unhe apne hone ka aehsaas dilalti hai - khawaboN main aake, hawa ki sansanhat se - naam pukar ker...................shayed ye sab cheezain 'event of death' se jo 'energy release' hoti hai, us ka shakhsaana hoti hain - werna ruh ko kab kis ne dekha hai!"

"Phir aesi halat main kiya kerna chahiye"

"Magfrat ki dua" --------- "aur hum ker bhi kiya sakte hain"

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

On a 'heart-full laughter'

During our residency, we had a choice to do an elective in psychiatry. All residents loved it as it tends to be a lighter rotation. I had a great time, and after a month, I had a completely different view of clinical psychiatry.

One day our attending asked us: "Have you ever laughed so much that it hurt your abdomen, but you still wanted to laugh more?"

Most of us replied: "Yes."

As per him: "If you had that experience even once in your lifetime, your chances of dying via depression and suicide is negligible"!

Today was one day when I laughed with my kids at something that much. I recalled my attending almost after 20 years.

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Sunday, September 02, 2018

A quote

Last week, I was reading an article from Hoodbhoy on poor prospects of basic sciences in Pakistani universities. I recalled this quote, which has always intrigued me. Link to Hoodbhoy article is here

“I must study Politicks and War that my sons may have liberty to study Mathematicks and Philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematicks and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, musick, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelaine.”

 John Adams, Letter to Abigail Adams, May 12, 1780.


Related post: Sir Zaheer

Friday, August 31, 2018

Happened as Rumi said!

Rumi said: "Words will reach to you when you need them". The last couple of weeks were somewhat of little despondency and stress. A good friend sends the following poem at the right time, and it helped me.

*جو تم مایوس ہو جاو*،

*تو رب سے گفتگو کرنا*
وفا کی آرزو کرنا
سفر کی جستجو کرنا ......!!

یہ اکثر ہو بھی جاتا ہے
کہ کوئی کھو بھی جاتا ہے
مقدر کو برا جانو گےتو 
یہ سو بھی جاتا ہے......!!

اگر تم حوصلہ رکهو
وفا کا سلسہ رکهو
جسے تم خالق سمجھتے ہو
تو اس سے رابطہ رکهو
میں یہ دعوے سے کہتا ہوں
کبھی ناکام نہ ہو گے .........!!

جو تم مایوس ہو جاو،
تو رب سے گفتگو کرنا ......!
کبھی مایوس مت ھونا.....

وہاں انصاف کی چکی......
ذرا دھیرے ھی چلتی ھے.....
مگر چکی کے پاٹوں میں.....
بہت باریک پستا ھے.....
تمہارے ایک کا بدلہ.....
وہاں ستر سے زیادہ ھے.....

نیت تلتی ھے پلڑوں میں...
عمل ناپے نہیں جاتے...
وہاں جو ہاتھ اٹھتے ہیں۔۔
کبھی خالی نہیں جاتے۔۔

ذراسی دیرلگتی ہے۔۔۔
مگر وہ دے کے رہتا ہے

*جو تم مایوس ہو جاو*،
*تو رب سے گفتگو کرنا*

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Pardah aur Gawahi

"Sir! Zindagi ka aik kaRa imtihan aa paRa hai

Merri zindagi ke sab se achhe dost - jo meri har mussebat ka saathi raha - jo bhaaiyyoN se bhi baRh ker hai - us ki biwi, dost se chup ker, har kisi se paise udhar leti hai - aur kabhi wapas nahi kerti. Main is se pehle bhi choti moti raqam murawwat main udhar de ker bhool chuka hun.  Aesa hi baqi log kerte rahe hain - halanke sab jaante hain ghar main har tarah ki aasahish maujood hai. Dost ki naik naami, achhe chaal chalan (character) aur har dilazizi ki wajah se sab hi chup kerte rahe. Waqt ke saath saath us ki biwi ki himmat  ab itni barh gai hai ke us ne lambi lambi raqmoN ka taqaza kerna shuru ker diya hai. Barson se ye silsila chal raha hai - nahi malum dost ko is baat ka kitna ilm hai. Batata hun to us ki azwaji zindagi pe bura asar paRta hai - nahi batata hun to dost se be-wafaii ka gumaan guzarta hai - Kiya karun?"

"Dekho jis cheez ka pardah Allah ne ab tak rakkha huwa hai - tum kaun hote ho us ko faash kerne waale? Itne barsoN se agar ye baat chupi hai - to is main mere rab ki koi maslahat hai - ya dost ne hi darguzar ki rah pakRi hui hai. Mashwara to yahi hai ke khamosh raho. Haan! agar kabhi aesi nobat aa jaye ke gawahi deni paR jaaye - to phir apni puri imandaari se sach bol dena".

Sunday, August 26, 2018

On "Obligations, Entitlements, and Responsibilities "

(The following post is controversial, but the idea is to ignite the thoughts of understanding human behavior).


Over the years, I have learned that we are neither obligated to do any good to anyone nor entitled to someone to do good for us.


Yeah, pretty blatant! - But let me explain.


The only obligation we have - is not to do any harm to fellow humans! This is the most considerable good you can do for humanity. That speaks of your character if you rise and go beyond to help any other person without expecting anything in return.


Conversely, you are not entitled to any other human to do good for you. You are responsible for your well-being. But if someone has helped you, you should be highly thankful to that person. If your spouse makes soup for you in your sickness, you are not entitled to it. You should be grateful to your spouse!


Fortunately (or unfortunately), innate human nature, as we call it in Urdu 'sarshast,' goes beyond this primary tenant of behavior. Humans can't resist helping another human, but on the same token will not take a second to turn into a selfish, harming pig to benefit themselves.


 ~ aur bus yahin se saara khel shuru ho jaata hai


Now, it turns to talk about responsibilities. When we voluntarily sign up to become a parent, teacher, physician, artist, politician, or whatever - we sign up to fulfill related obligations, keep the decor and norm of such roles, and remain to adhere to basic ethics to weave the threads of the society. Again, the primary obligation is not to harm!


~ magar aesa hota nahi hai


I understand religions, philosophies, ontologies, epistemologies, arts, literature, functionalists, reformers, revolutionaries, etc., have gone to extremes to create ideal humans, their bondings, and societies.


 - par  insaan ki guddi ab tak koi nahi pakaR paya

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Sunday, August 19, 2018

Prisoners of taste buds

This is one observation I gathered over the years while working as a physician, and near to deathbeds of many human beings. Patients who know that death is imminent for them (like hospice patients), love to ask for their favorite food and desserts.

Compounding that, a few years ago, I met a physician who worked at a prison where they execute death row prisoners. He told me that one reason we provide food to those prisoners of their own choice before their execution as it makes their death more palatable to them. While they consume food, they forget about their incoming death or at least become numb, and sometimes even hopeful that death is not that near.

One of the consultants in our hospital regularly brings donuts, food, and snacks for house staff and nursing staff. Last week, he jokingly informed me that, humans are prisoners of their own taste buds.

I pondered on this for many years. This is like an anomalous observation in the present-day paradigm of psychology science, for which at least at this point, I don't have any clear explanation!



This link may be of interest to you: Last meal requests:: https://cbsn.ws/2wgUNKa

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Leenah Nasir blog

In the last few months, life has taken a toll on my time and I don't blog regularly (though many times I really want to). Meanwhile, I browse various 'desi' blogs while waiting for my flights or in between my other work. I came across this beautiful blog of a Pakistani lady. As I love real-life stories, her blog attracted me as a mirror image of my blog, but she is more refined and has a gift of writing skills. I was in ave after reading her stories: Survival and "Rahat ke Intzar ka Rog".

http://leenahnasir.blogspot.com/

Friday, August 10, 2018

An important lesson

It took me decades to learn this simple lesson as a physician. Modern medicine tends to train the physicians to treat the diseases, not to heal the humans. There is a huge difference.



Saturday, August 04, 2018

Racism and Prejudice

Unfortunately, in many parts of the world, including the USA, racism is taking a toll on everyday human lives. I am very concerned and worried about the world we leave behind for future generations. My only hope is that our children are more intelligent than us and will figure it out in a better way. Today I talked with an African-American woman who further educated me on it. I met her while waiting to get my car fixed at the local dealership.


"I am 67 years old. I have been a teacher at a local community college for 30 years. I raised two daughters into functional professional members of this society. I experienced the civil rights movement of the 1960s and the racism in America firsthand. I learned that there is a bigger curse than racism in society and its prejudice. As far as you have this notion in your head that your white, black, brown, yellow, red, pink, or blue skin - or - your faith is better than the other person, it's tolerable. It's OK and may be acceptable as we all have been made to believe in it. You can go on in your life with it. But once it climbs the ladder of prejudice, it becomes blind. It kills your power to logic. It becomes violent. It justifies any harm to other humans under various pretexts. And, when and if your kind does not agree with you, you even turn against them. We are suffering today not merely racism but very quickly climbing the stairs toward prejudice." 


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Monday, July 30, 2018

Motherhood in the Age of Fear

Very interesting point of view, published in the New York Times. It explains a lot about our own follies, insecurities and no common sense.

 - What a beautiful article.

"We now live in a country where it is seen as abnormal, or even criminal, to allow children to be away from direct adult supervision, even for a second. We read, in the news or on social media, about children who have been kidnapped, raped and killed, about children forgotten for hours in broiling cars. We do not think about the statistical probabilities or compare the likelihood of such events with far more present dangers, like increasing rates of childhood diabetes or depression. 

.... And so now children do not walk to school or play in a park on their own. They do not wait in cars. They do not take long walks through the woods or ride bikes along paths or build secret forts while we are inside working or cooking or leading our lives.

.....As one mother put it to me, “I don’t know if I’m afraid for my kids, or if I’m afraid other people will be afraid and will judge me for my lack of fear.” In other words, risk assessment and moral judgment are intertwined....."


Read the full article here https://nyti.ms/2mSuGF6

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Calinda

As two nights ago lunar eclipse was all over the news and I recently blogged about Pablo, (our janitor in Chicago apartments) - I recalled another episode.

It was supposed to be my first Eid in Chicago and I planned to go to McCormick center for prayers, and intend to invite a few Muslim friends at my place. As I told him about the use of the possible parking spaces - he was surprised to hear that I am not sure about the actual day of the event as it all depends on the sighting of the moon.

He said: "The word calendar came from the Mexican old culture word Calinda which means moon. If the first calendar can be created based on moon cycle, three thousand years ago, why can't Muslims have their own calendar based on the moon in this scientific age?"

I didn't have an answer to Pablo.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

A note on Sanju

This is little late as a movie was released a few weeks ago, and I think this was an attempt to damage control, fix the image, took the terrorist label off and portray Sanjay Dutt's personality in a positive way. I will not be surprised if he himself paid for this movie or director did this out of friendship.

Above said, in the end, this movie turned out to be more of a tribute to his father Sunil Dutt who despite against all odds of life, stayed firm in his character. Fighting life with son turned into a drug addict, wife dying of cancer, taking flakes for supporting and protecting minoriy as a city leader after Mumbai blasts, getting called a hidden Muslim as he was born in Pakistan, before partition. {This was actually a payback as Dutt's family was saved by a Muslim friend during 1947 migration}.

Though it was not mentioned in the movie Nargis fall in love with him and remained his true love till the end as he saved her from a raging fire broke out during the making of the film 'Mother India', another aspect of his brave character.

I had a discussion about his strong character with one of my friends. Sunil Dutt was born and raised as a farmer near Jhelum, Pakistan. Is this true that people who are more near to soil have more strength to their character in contrast to urbanites/city dwellers? 

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Green (and Pakistan)

Jab pehli dafa Pakistan se America ke liye rawana huwa - aur sab ne gaari main bitha ke fi-aman-illah kiya to main ne dekha mera 7 baras ka chota bhanja gaari ke peeche bhagta chala aa raha hai. Main ne dost se kaha gaari roko. Mere bhanje ke haat main Pakistan ka aik chota sa parcham tha. Us ne apni totli si zaban main kaha: "Mamu! ye sab se ziyada kaam ki cheez reh gai. Ise sambhal ke rakhiye ga". Baik-waqt meri aankhoN main aansu anr honton pe hasi aa gai. Main ne us se wada ker liya ke - "Yaara! teri qasam, hamesah ise sambhal ke rakhun ga - wada - pakka wada". Aur main ne us ka maatha chum ke usey wapas rawana ker diya.

America main koi 22/23 baras ho gaye - mujh main se poora ka poora Pakistan nikal gaya - magar main ne apna wada nibhaya (ab bhi woh chota sa parcham meri library ke shelf pe lehrata hai).

Jab Chicago main tha to hamare apartments ka janitor 'Pablo' maxican tha. Tab internet nahi aaya tha. Pablo hume mexico ke qisse sunata aur hum use Pakistan ke. Aik din Pakistan ka parcham dekh ke kehne laga: "Hamare Mexico ke parcham main bhi hara (green) rang hai. Tum jaante ho na green colour ka kiya matlab hai?" Main ne bachpan se rata-rataya jawab de diya: "Khush-haali". Pablo ne hame bataya:

"Hamari dev-maalaai (mythological) kahanion main kaha jaata hai ke - jab aasmaan pe khuda raazi hota hai to woh us qaum ko hara rang ataa kerta hai. Suraj ka peela rang aur samandar ka neela rang jab aik saath markooz hote hain to un dono rang ki aamezish se wahan khuda ki muqaddas aur zarkhez zameen ubhar aati hai aur insaaniyat khub abad hoti hai".

Jab bhi Pakistan ke parcham pe nazar paRti hai - dil kehta hai - kaash pablo ki baat sach ho.




(Pakistan ke halya election ke pas manzar main likha gaya)- 

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Kafka and the Doll story

The following story is attributed to German short story writer Franz Kafka (here) - who died young at the age of 39 but left deep marks on modern story writing with amalgams of abstract and realities.
The punch line of the following story is very remarkable.
Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me... “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

Friday, July 13, 2018

Second Innings - 2

For some reason, discussion on 'second innings' (here here) took its own life among our friends. One colleague sends the following to me which is worth sharing.


Beautiful poem by Mario de Andrade (San Paolo 1893-1945) 
Poet, novelist, essayist, and musicologist.
One of the founders of Brazilian modernism.
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MY SOUL HAS A  HAT (also known as THE VALUABLE TIME OF MATURITY) - Translation from original version

"I counted my years and discovered that I have fewer years left to live compared to the time I have lived until now.

I feel like a boy who won a package of treats.

The first he eats with pleasure, but when he realizes that there are a few left, he then starts to contemplate upon them.

I no longer have time for endless meetings that achieve nothing as statuses, rules, procedures and regulations are discussed.

Neither do I have time to give encouragement to absurd people who, despite their age, have not grown up.

I don't have time to deal with mediocrity.

I don't want to be in meetings where egos parade.

I won't tolerate manipulators and opportunists.

I am bothered by envious people, seeking to discredit the able ones, to usurp their places, talents and accomplishments.

I hate to witness the ill effects, generated by the struggle for a better job, among ambitious people.
I detest people who do not argue about content but titles. My time is too precious to discuss titles.
I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. Not many treats are left in the packet.

I want to live among human people, very human. People, who can laugh at their mistakes.
Who do not become full of themselves because of their triumphs.
Who do not consider themselves elite, before they have really become one.
Who do not run away from their responsibilities.
Who defend human dignity.
Who do not want anything else but to walk along with truth, righteousness, honesty and integrity.

The essential thing is what makes life worthwhile.

I want to surround myself with people who can touch the hearts of others.
People who despite the hard knockouts of life, grew up with a soft touch in their soul.

Yes, I am in a hurry. So that I can live with the intensity, which only maturity can give me.

I intend not to waste any of the treats I have left. I am sure they will be more exquisite compared to the ones I have eaten so far.

My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.

I hope yours is the same, because the end will come anyway..."

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Mari Khala aur shukrane ki nafal namazain

Mari khala ka asli naam shayed kisi ko nahi malum magar hamare saare mohalle main isi naam se jaani jaati thin.

Allah jhoot na bulwaye, mari apa ki 4 betian - aur sab ki sab shuru se hi shakal-o-surat se gai guzri thiN. Aik to shakal surat kum uper se maali halat bhi naped. Mari khala ke mian domicile office ke bahir typing ka kaam kerte the. Mari khala ko is ka aehsaas bohat achhi tarah se tha, isi liye pehli beti abhi solah baras ki bhi nahi hui ke us ke liye rishte dhundhne shuru ker diye. 

Phir aaye din ye sab sunne main aata ke - aaj laRki ko koi  paan wala dekhne aaya magar mana ker ke chala gaya. Kabhi kisi cycle wale ki to kabhi kisi doodh dahi ki  dukan wale ki khabar aati.

Betion ko bhi is baat ka aehsaas tha. Unon ne saari tawajah taalim ki taraf laga di. Aur mohalle main kabhi apne kirdar pe bhi koi harf naa aane diya. 

Jab bhi betion ka koi rishta pakka nahi hota, mari khala shukrane ki 2 nafal namaz parh leti. Aik din main ne amma se poocha ye kiya maajra hai. Rishta to pakka nahi huwa, phir shukraane ki namaz kiun? Amma batati, mari khala kehti hain: mere khuda ka koi bhed ho ga, us ki khushi main meri khushi - is niyyat se rab ka shukar ada kerti hain ke us na shayed betion ko kisi azab se bacha liya. 

Hum mulhid type insaan the: sir jhatak ke aage barh jaate.

Main America aane se 10 baras pehle tak ye silsila dekhta raha. 

Peechle hafte mera Pakistani doctors (APPNA) ki meeting ke liye Dallas jaana huwa to wahan un ki dusri beti nuzhat aik doctor sahab ki biwi ke tor pe mili. Us ne bataya saari bahanain aik se barh ker aik jagah biah di gai hain. Jab charon betioN ki shadi ho gai to mari khala aur un ke shohar shukraane ke tor per haj bhi ker aaye. 

Namaz to main aaj bhi nahi paRta - bus shumaila (here) ki di hui jaa'namaz ko  saath saath liye phirta hun. Jab Dallas se wapasi ke liye jahaz main betha to bohat der tak Mari khala aur un ki shukranye ki nafal namazoN ke baare main sochta raha - ke ya Allah! - kiya yahi woh tere gaazi aur pur-asraar bande hain - jin ka maujizaa saamne to rehta hai per nazar nahi aata!


On a side note: Indian flick Sanju (here) is a well-made movie 10/10

Sunday, July 08, 2018

Fruits of marriage

"Does marriage really help?"
"Only those get the fruits of marriage who hang to it till old age".

Thursday, July 05, 2018

Interesting statement

I am not sure if the following is from Banu apa or not but given our culture seems like a right advice:




Tuesday, July 03, 2018

On 'Jurassic Park'

Though I wanted to watch Sanju but my daughter took me to watch 'Jurassic Park'.

Main ne jab bhi 'Jurassic Park' ka koi naya sequel dekha, aik sabaq hamesah tazah huwa ke :: "Zindagi apna raasta khud dhundh leti hai"

'Jurassic Park' ka naya sequel 'Fallen Kingdom' - woh baat to na thi jo har 'Jurassic Park' main hoti hai  (fell short of expectations),  - but the punch line was extremely interesting.

"Animals of natural habitat do not need need us. Actually, what they need is our absence!"

Trailer here: https://youtu.be/vn9mMeWcgoM

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Irfan Khan says..

In various ways, Irfan Khan (diagnosed with a high-grade neuroendocrine tumor) is one of my idols. He is one of my favorite people. He is a big actor as he is a well-read, an intelligent and a deep person. When 'anony' posted this article in comments from Times of India, it took me various days to absorb the depth of it. I was saddened for few days, then astonished and eventually, I was more humble. Irfan Khan said:

"In this chaos, shocked, afraid and in panic, while on one of the terrifying hospital visits, I blabber to my son, “The only thing I expect from ME is not to face this crisis in this present state. I desperately need my feet. Fear and panic should not overrule me and make me miserable.”

"As I was entering the hospital, drained, exhausted, listless, I hardly realised my hospital was on the opposite side of Lord’s, the stadium. The Mecca of my childhood dream. Amidst the pain, I saw a poster of a smiling Vivian Richards..... Once, while standing on the balcony of my hospital room, the peculiarity jolted me. Between the game of life and the game of death, there is just a road. On one side, a hospital, on the other, a stadium. As if one isn’t part of anything which might claim certainty – neither the hospital, nor the stadium. That hit me hard."


"I was left with this immense effect of the enormous power and intelligence of the cosmos... For the first time, I felt what 'freedom' truly means. It felt like an accomplishment. As if I was tasting life for the first time, the magical side of it. My confidence in the intelligence of the cosmos became absolute. I feel as if it has entered every cell of mine."


You can read the full article: https://bit.ly/2yoXz4A

Monday, June 25, 2018

Aik line ka woh khat

Medical College ker ke hum saare dost apni apni zindagi ki bhag doR main juth gaye. Hamare clinical group ka aik laRka Rehan (Renu) sab se alag apne doctor mamu ke haan East Africa chala gaya. Renu aur meri aik alag munfarad 'connection' thi. Use achuti kahanian, novels, mazamin aur latife paRhne ka shoq tha - aur mera bhi kuch aesa hi haal tha. Sab se pehle hum aesi koi cheez aik dusre se sab se pehle share kerte. 

Aik roz America main residency ke second year - mujhe aik khat mila: 
Poora warq khali tha: Sirf darmiyan main likha tha:


"Haramzade bohat yaad aate ho"

 Aaj bhi jab koi dost zindagi se dur nikal jaata hai, dil main chupke se, akele main usey yaad ker ke kehta hun: 'Haramzade/zadi bohat yaad aate(i) ho'

(Is email ne khat likhne ki saari khubsurat yaadoN ko mita diya).

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Rat Race

Zindagi main seekha hua koi sabaq barson yaad rehta hai
- aur uski qeemat ka andaza bohat der chalne ke baad hota hai

Jab America ke liye residency kerne ke liye rawana ho raha tha to main apne kuch close teachers se milne gaya - UK se aaye hamare aik teacher ne naseehat ki ke:

"Wahan aik 'rat race' ho gi - magar yaad rakhna :: neither you are a rat nor you are in a race - agar ye yaad rakho ge to sab kuch theek theek chalta rahe ga"

Aaj America main 25 baras guzarne ke baad sochta hun, is se ziyada sach baat koi na thi.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Sikandare-Azam

(I wrote the following post about 25 years ago after graduating from M.B., B.S.  Few days back as I decided to shred many of my old writings, I found the following. I kept it to post for today)


Koi 5 baras rozana - hum medical college ke darwaze pe us buRhe ghoR-gaaRi wale ko us laRki ko utaarte dekha kerte. Maile kuchele kapRe hote - magar aankhoN main aik chamak

Woh laRki ko utaar ker - us waqt tak intazar kiya kerta - jab tak laRki college ke andar nahi paunch jaati. 

Kuch laRke us pe ghatya qism ke jumle bhi kas dete - magar woh darguzar ker ke guzar jaata.

Isi tarah ka silsila sham ko bhi chalta.

Graduation wale din pata laga - woh koi aur nahi, us laRki ka baap tha 
Us laRki ne 4 subjects main gold medal liye - 
Jab stage pe woh gold medal le rahi thi - main babaji ko dekh raha tha - us ki aankhon ki chamak das guna barh chuki thi - aur honton pe sikandere azam jesi faatihana muskurahat thi

 - aur main dil main sochta raha: Zindagi ka asal sikandere azam ye buRha shaks hai jis ne din raat haq halal ki paaii paii jama ker ke aulad ko yahan paunchaya.


Note: There was no father's day on those days. But I guess this post deserves to be saved.  


Wednesday, June 13, 2018

RIP Anthony Bourdain


"Perhaps wisdom, at least for me, means realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go....The more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn. Maybe that’s enlightenment enough -- to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. 

 I grew up in the leafy green bedroom community of Leonia, New Jersey. I did not want for love or attention. My parents loved me. Neither of them drank to excess. Nobody beat me. God was never mentioned -- so I was annoyed by neither religion nor church nor any notions of sin or damnation..

I used to believe that the human race as a whole was basically a few steps above wolves. ... I have since come to believe -- after many meals with many different people in many, many different places -- that though there is no shortage of people who would do us harm, we are essentially good. That the world is, in fact, filled with mostly good and decent people who are simply doing the best they can. Everybody, it turns out, is proud of their food (when they have it). They enjoy sharing it with others (if they can). They love their children. They like a good joke. Sitting at the table has allowed me a privileged perspective and access that others, looking principally for "the story," do not, I believe, always get. … People, wherever they live, are not statistics. They are not abstractions".

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

A quote

It took me a while to understand the depth of this quote but when I did - it hit me hard.

"Once I get convinced that sooner or later, eventually I will die, everything became secondary" ~ Anonymous

Saturday, June 09, 2018

A Slap Which Was Worth Millions

(As told)

I was nine years old when I had a school final results function. I stood first in the class and expected my father to show up that day. I told my mother: 'Dad is so stupid.' When those words came out of my mouth, my mother slapped me very hard. She said: "Did you ever notice that all the other kids in your class have a box of colored pencils with only 12 colors, but you have a box with 24 colored pencils? This is all because your father works in a factory all day".

Italian culture was similar to your Pakistani culture. It was a society where men were supposed to be the breadwinner of the house. My father was a poor but very hardworking man. As a child, I saw my father waking up at 4 in the morning, doing his college assignment, which he attended on Sundays, and going out of the house at 6 in the morning to be a factory worker all day long.

That slap was worth millions.

As I am now a grown-up married woman with two kids, I know when my husband is home after all day of work, he is out there to provide for us. He is not very romantic, but it does not bother me. No! he does not bring flowers and cards for me. He seldom says: I love you. But I know he perspires sweat and blood to keep our household happy.

I needed that slap!

^

Monday, June 04, 2018

Siyām (Fasting)

If you remember few time back, I did one post on "root-of-word-ramadhan" (here). So as our guide Professor Ramadhan explain to us the root meaning of word "ramadhan", he also went on talking on word: "Sawm" (صَوْم)  or plural Siyām (صِيَام). The 3 letters root of word "sawm" in Arabic is "Swad-Waw-Meem" (ص‬ و‬ م‬).

He said, everybody knows that 'Sawm' means to 'stay away' but according to him this is the partial meaning of sawm. Actually, sawm is an extreme word and full implied meaning is "absolutely stay away and flee from". It argues that not only to stay away from bad deeds but trying to move away from them, so you don't do it later when fasting month is over.

Later as internet took off, I found people doing 100s of explanations from extreme orthodox to extreme liberal. But I though it would be nice to share his argument as I didn't see this meaning anywhere else.

Saturday, June 02, 2018

First Innings

(After posting my sentiments about second innings - previous post - I expressed the same sentiments in a small iftar party, as coincidently our host was an Ob/Gyn from Pakistan who had to give up her profession after migration and became a housewife. One mutual family friend broke down with tears in eyes and told her story. Luckily, her spouse was not present).

"Aap second innings ki baat ker rahe hain, yahan to first innings hi hamari zaat ko kha gai. Main 'imported bride' hun. Main apne shohar ki dusri biwi hun. Unhon ne yahan pehli shadi green card ke liye ki, bachhe bhi huwe aur phir talaq hui. Woh Pakistan aaye dusri shadi kerne. Hum Panjab ki aik choti si tehsil liaqatpur main rehte the. Pakistan ke south panjab main gurbaat ka aaj bhi wesa hi raaj hai. Hum das bhai bhen, 4 behnain thin. Rishta aaya to ghar walon ne jhat pat biah diya. Yahan aayi to sab kuch tha. Behtreen ghar, mahengi gaari aur har weekend pe doctors ki dawatain. Aap mujeh 'trophy wife' keh sakte hain. DawatoN main, facebook pe aur baatoN main sab kuch achha nazar aata hai - Magar band darwazoN ke peeche main 20 baras se aik ghulam ki zindagi guzar rahi hun. Main kahan, kab aur kis se baat karun gi, kese kapre pehnun gi, kis store tak jaun gi - ye sab unhoN ne decide kerna hai. Har raat mera mobile phone check hota hai. Aulad paida kerne ki ijazat nahi mili. Shohar ko meri aur mere khandan ki saari kamzorion ka ilm hai, is liye kuch keh bhi nahi sakti. - Magar ye sab kuch gawara tha - ke chalo har shadi main koi na koi baat aage peeche hoti hai. Magar main us waqt toot gai - jab mere walid beemar paRe the. Main ghar main sab se choti  beti aur walid ki jaan thi. Woh paigam bhijwate rahe ke aik dafa aa ker hamare marne se pehle surat dikha jao. Main apne shohar se Pakistan jaane ke liye haat joRti rahi magar unhon ne ijazat nahi di. Walid chale gaye phir walida bhi isi tarah guzar gain. Ab to dukh bhi nahi hota. Khushian bhi dam toR gai hain. Umar guzar gai hai. Bas kabhi dil bhar aata hai to ghar ke aangan main khari ho kar aasman ki taraf dekhti hun - to do sitare saath saath nazar aate hain - apne waldain se yun batain ker ke dil halka ker leti hun. Ab to second innings ki bhi koi aas nahi - aur aarzoo bhi nahi".