Deceiving people

 

Cross!

"، ڈاکٹر داؤد رہبر نے پچاس کی دہائی میں قیام انقرہ کے دوران بپتسمہ لے لیا تھا ۔ ن م راشد صاحب نے کسی موقع پر ان سے کہا کہ باتوں اور خیالات سے تم ہم جیسے ہو، پھر یہ مسیحیت کا کیا پاکھنڈ بنا رکھا ہے ۔ رہبر صاحب نے دل چسپ جواب دیا جو کچھ یوں تھا کہ میں بطور انسان اندر سے بہت کم زور ہوں اور مجھے مایوسی کی انتہا پر پہنچ کر پاگل ہونے یا خود کشی سے بچنے کے لیے ایک نفسیاتی سہارا درکار ہوتا ہے۔ میں نے مارکیٹ میں دست یاب خدا کے جملہ ماڈلز پر نظر ڈالی تو سب سے زیادہ مجھے اس خدا نے اپنی جانب کھینچا جو میری نجات کی خاطر بے قصور سولی پر چڑھ گیا ، سو ۔۔" 

A letter to women - What makes men fall in love

 darlin'... I've talked about this, but I'll try to really bring it home

Most men aren’t sitting around with a scoreboard rating sexual techniques.

What we remember, what floors us, is the connection we feel with the woman we’re with.

Mind-blowing sex isn’t a trick. It’s not a move.

It’s the experience of being wanted, respected, and safe enough to let our guard down.

We guys don’t talk about this out loud, but here’s the real answer:

The best sex a man ever has is with a woman who actually likes him. Not performs for him. Not competes with ghosts.

Likes him. 

... that's it. No 'hacks', no internet 'tricks.'

A lot of women think they have to “do more” to keep a man’s interest. But what men crave more than technique is presence, someone who’s not treating intimacy like an audition.

If you really want to blow his mind?

Be confident in your own desire.

Nothing is sexier than a woman who knows she wants him and isn’t performing.

It's sooo true... 

Be responsive.

Men want to feel the effect they’re having on you. That’s what gets in our head forever.

.. we may be less emotionally intelligent... 

Communicate.

A simple “that feels good,” or “I love when you…” does more than any secret move in a magazine.

Match his pace, not porn’s. Men can sense when a woman is doing what she thinks she’s supposed to do rather than what she wants.

Let it be fun, not perfect.

Men remember laughter, comfort, chemistry.... not technique. 

A man doesn’t stay because the sex is the best he’s ever had.

He stays because the connection is the best he’s ever had.

If he’s into you, even simple sex is phenomenal.

If he’s not, even “mind-blowing” sex won’t make him stay.

So give him presence.

Give him honesty.

Give him the version of you that isn’t trying to compete with imaginary women.

 — not a trick, not a move, but you.

I wish more women understood this about a man

On psychology of addiction

 A gambler who loses repeatedly yet continues to play even when the game is clearly against them. It is not that they misunderstand the odds; instead, the very proximity to ruin, the tension of almost‑winning, and the ritual of play are all sites of jouissance. The drive is scopic and invocatory here—the visual scene of cards and machines, the sounds of the casino—sustaining a circuit that does not want to conclude

- Lacan

A lesson from Imran Khan Captaincy

Saleem Malik on a TV interview.

 “In one of the Tests, the wickets were falling all around me but I was the only one batting very well. I was the top scorer. After I was dismissed, everyone applauded my innings, except for the captain, Imran Khan. He, in fact, was very mad with me. I was surprised and asked him why he was upset with me. He said, ‘all of us were having difficulty batting on that pitch but you were the only one who was reading the pitch very well, and playing confidently; then why did you play such a bad shot to get out. You had lots of responsibility on your shoulders, but you failed to deliver. Had you continued to bat, we would have saved the Test. You cost us the match.”

When you are in a privileged position, it brings a great deal of responsibility.

What all matters - is Dream

 

Belong....

 

Raymond - The parking attendent

 "My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, an orange vest, and a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.

But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks, a young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"

"6:15," he said, confused.

"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."

He blinked. "You... you can do that?"

"I can now," I said.

The next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"

"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."

He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.

But here's what changed everything: A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, whose mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box and mounted it in the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"

People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knit blanket.

I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.

It's not glamorous. But it's everything." 

Dark side of the Colosseum

People go to Rome to see the Colosseum - very touristy -, but it has nothing but a dark side in its basement - prisoners and women from the streets.

 - From the Old Colosseum, 1888. painting by Danish artist Valdemar Irminger

 

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