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of life, of time good and bad .. and of all else

Remember the first time you went to school. Remember the first time that you started learning algebra and just turned a few pages forward to see whats up next, and how it scared the hell out of you. Remember when u looked back at it the next year you laughed and thought that it was silly of you to be scared of something like that, it was so easy, difficult things are still to come. Well, that pretty much sums up life. The only difference is that you can not just turn a few pages to see what it would be like in the future ( well not yet but may be some day ). Coping with life is one of the hardest things that one can do while one is alive. If you are dead, you no longer have to worry about stuff, or so i guess. Life comes, one day at a time .. and days turn into months, months to year  and before you know someone would ask you ur age and you reply, I am this much years. Thats when it strikes you. Life has given you so much years already. The question that comes next to your mind it, what have i done with all this time. Am I where I should be? If I am not where I should be then why is it so?

We set out goals high, aiming at the stars in the hope of ending there. But instead, we end up on the tree top. Which is good, but not as good as the stars. Then you wonder that something it wrong. something somewhere doesnt feel right. There is something in your life that you want to change but only if you knew what it is. Time goes by and things only go worse after that.

Good times are those that are gone by, bad times are these and good times are still to come. So at any given time, it is more probable that you are complaining about it being bad. But if at any given time, the time is bad, then how can it be good once its passed by?

All else is as bad as any other time. I don't know what when wrong, I don't know how to correct it. I am stuck here for at least the next one and half year. I have been coding my fingers off and I am pursuing a degree in communication engineering. A word of advice "Choose your filed wisely" else you will regret it later on in your life.

Life goes on, every day there is something new to take on someplace new to explore and some other piece of code that needs to be written cause we all love reinventing the wheel.

Hope that I have depressed you enough for one day.

Small difference ...

The only difference between real life and movies is that you have a background music in the latter.

The revolution will be wiki-fied.

Khwaab martay nahiN

Khwaab martay nahiN
Khwaab dil hai na aaNkhaiN na saaNs k jo
Raiza-raiza huay to bikhar jaiNgay
Jism ki maut say yeh bhi mar jaiNgay

Khwaab martay nahiN

Khwaab to raushni haiN,nawa haiN,hawa haiN
Jo kaalay pahaaroN say ruktay nahiN
Zulm kay daur-khooN say bhi phuktay nahiN

Raushni aur nawa aur hawa kay alum
MaqtaloN maiN pahuNchkar bhi jhuktay nahiN

Khwaab to harf haiN
Khwaab to noor hain

Khwaab suqraat haiN
Khwaab maNsoor haiN

--Ahmed Faraz

need a translation? anyone? :P

Today

I turned 23.

On the current situation

Nisaar main teri galiyon peh ai watan, keh jahan
Chali hai rasm keh koi na sar utha keh chale
Jo koi chahane wala tawaaf ko nikale
Nazar chura keh chale, Jismo-jan bacha keh chale

Hai ahel-e-dil ke liye ab yeh nazm-e-bast-o-kushaad
Keh sang-o-khisht muqayyad hain aur sag aazad

Bahut hain zulm keh dast-e-bahana-ju keh liye
Jo chund ahel-e-junoon tere naam leva hain
Baney hain ahel-e-hawas muddai bhi, munsif bhi
Kise wakil karen, kis-se munsifi chahen

Magar Guzaarane walon ke din guzarate hain
Tere firaq mein yun subah-o-shaam karate hain

Bujha jo raozan-e-zindan to dil yeh samajha hai
Keh teri maang sitaron se bhar gai hogi
Chamak uthe hain salasil to humne jaana hai
Keh ab sahar tere rukh par bikhar gai hogi

Gharaz tasvvur-e-shaam-o-sahar mein jeete hai
Giraft-e-saaya-e-diwaar-o-dar mein jeete hain

Yuhin hamesha ulajhati rahi hai zulm se khalq
Na unki rasm nai hai, na apni reet nai
Yuhin hamesha khilaye hain humne aag mein phool
Na unki haar nai hai na apni jeet nai

Isi sabab se falak ka gilaa nahin karate
Tere firaq mein hum dil bura nahin karate

Gar aaj tujhse juda hain to kal baham hongey
Yeh raat bhar ki judai to koi baat nahin
Gar aaj auj peh hai taal-e-raqib to kya
Yeh chaar din ki khudai to koi baat nahin

Jo tujhse ahad-o-wafa ustuvaar rakhate hain
Ilaaj-e-gardishe lailo-nihaar rakhate hain.

Listen ...

Listen .. I love you.
Listen .. I did tell you.
Listen .. did you?

All in good times, ma boy !

I once asked someone to define me what real is. The reply at that time seemed a bit odd. But now I totally agree "Reality is a persistent illusion".

But the problem with us earth bound ape-descended life forms is that we can not keep things consistent. We are hypocrites.  We  are  people  who  standards are like probabilities  ... random and unpredictable. We behave like morons and angles at the same time. We .. and by we i mean all and me inclusive .. do not know what is was the actually way. We have lost our own selves in the glitter of social loveliness ... we have lost our souls to the modern media .. and our thinking to ... well we never used to think anyways so its better lost.

Time and again .. I have flashbacks to what used to be me a little while ago. I was different, people were different and times were different. This is not a fit of nostalgia .. no .. its just a lamentation ( if that is even a word) to the very perpetually changing and evolving standard that we all have.

Why I love my PC?
Because it never behaves the way it should not.
Why do I hate mankind?
Because they never behave the way they should!!!

This is my message to mankind .. or more particularly to myself ( we learn from the mistakes of others now .. dont we) be consistent.. be one .. make a unified standard for everything.. this on the spot decision .. this is not a good thing... not now .. not ever.

Life, The Universe and Everything

Hiya all ... its been a very long time. A really long time ... of hope of despair .. or struggle ... success and failure ... well that life in general so .. its been a really long time of  "Life".
Okay, whats been up with u ppl? I hope all is well. During the recent times, I got addicted to Douglas Adam's "The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy". I ended up reading all his books .. well actually is a trilogy with four parts and five books.. but none the less .. it was fun .. and then i went on to download the original radio series .. well it all started from there u know .. and currently I am listening to this series.

I wanted to write a really long post today. I am planning to starting to post on youtube .. but there is a problem ... i dont have a cam with me right now .. the inspiration would have to be yaiyasim i must say. Do check her out on you tube .. .she is smart .. funny and cute above all. :D

Okay .. so what next... are u still reading this randomly organized post? Well here is a little quiz for you then .. What is the answer to  Life, the universe and everything? Think about it .. something that will solve all the dilemma of everything. Well I dont see you coming up with a answer in the next 7.5 million years .. coz it took Deep Thought this long to answer it .. and Deep Thought was only the second greatest computer in all of time and space.

Well the answer is simple ... read Hitch Hiker's :P

Okay .. i will break the suspense for you .. its 42. Yeap ! Forty two. Now if you are wondering what was the the question .. then let me warn you that it is still being calculated out there in the brain pattern of mankind as we speak .. coz Earth is the only computer superior to Deep Thought itself ...

If you find all the somewhat interesting .. do try The HitchHiker's Guide to the galaxy" out. You would love it.

Essay on Man, Alexander Pope

Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate,

All but the page prescribed, their present state;

From brutes what men, from men what spirits know;

Or who could suffer being here below?

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,

Had he thy reason would he skip and play?

Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,

And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

O blindness to the future! kindly giv'n,

That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n;

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,

A hero perish or a sparrow fall,

Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,

And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;

Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore.

What future bliss He gives not thee to know,

But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast:

Man never is, but always to be, blest.

The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,

Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Its all an illusion

Nowadays, GEO Tv is carrying out the recording of so called parliamentary debates  called  "Bolo / Bolo "  ( Speak / Speak ) in  the university campus. Made me rather have a more profound belief that everything that you see on the TV is as fake as fake can be. The things are not as they seem on that small screen. things can be and will be twisted / edited / tweeked as the person incharge wants them to be.

There was a lady today from Lahore School of Economics who was there to talk in Urdu on the topic of  "The mighty writes the history". What is the first thing that is taught to you when u are about to start your debating career? Facing the crowd. The lady was so confused about taking in Urdu that she stopped in the middle of her speech cause someone had shouted from the crowd. She continued after a little catching breath .. and continued not on the topic .. but on the identity crisis that our nation faces and how private and government schools have to do with it . Ironic aint it. A person who is so crushed by her own identity crisis that she cant even speak her own national language went on lecturing the crowd to look into their identity crisis. At last .. she continued on her topic not having the faintest idea that Urdu actually has different words for Victory ( Fatah) and victorious ( Faat'aih).

Identity crisis arises when you don't know who you are. In some cases it arises when you start denying your origin in the fervor of chasing something more glittering and more glamorous. It is the worst when you start looking down upon your own country men as someone whom you least expect to be of any good.

DO NOT FORGET YOUR ROOTS !!!!!

It is when u forget them that u fall into the trap of identity crisis. Private school fill u in with all kinds of crap about how you should be and how you should behave. Screw them ! Be what you are .. not what you should be like. Give yourself a break.

To be yourself is all that you can do.

Knowledge

There are people who know that they don't. But still hesitate to ask.
There are people who that they do, but hesitate to come forward.
There are people who don't know that they do, they live happily.
and there are those who don't know that they don't ... well lets not talk about them.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but no as dangerous as a lot of knowledge. Alot of knowledge can kill you for God sakes. The only word that is making the whole world angry is "WHY".

Night

The night is such a beautiful thing. It secretive and gloomy atmosphere reminds one of many thing that have been long forgotten. Most of the time night is associated with a sense of depression ... but depression is good .. aint it ? Its good as long as u can come out of it in a single piece.

The best thing about night though is that it is followed by a bright and shining day. Its never been that the night lingered on for the day. I am waiting for my night to end.

I am sorry

I am sorry. If u can forgive me it will be great. If u cant, at least u can stop cursing me .. that will help. I hope u understand.

Why dost thou cling fast to an existence so short and so filled with suffering? What is the meaning of thy struggle?

Say what u want ..

I really dont konw whether i should have done what i have or not. But when u need to tell something like that to someone .. aint it always a good idea to go with it ..
May be its a good idea in another part of the world ... over here .. things dont go as u may think ..
but still ... aint this what someone would want to hear ... i mean .. who doesnt want that .. tell me who ...
there may be some ppl who may not want to hear such things ..
well than what choice do i have ... not saying wont do any good either ...
say what u have to say now ... or forever hold your silence ...

I am alive.

I am alive.

Life is beautiful

This Friday, I was invited to a dinner. I wasn't expecting much but at the end of the thing.. it was one of the best experiences of my life. Well  if u think that the food was fabulous, then you are wrong. Lets begin at the beginning ...

There is some person that i know, who lives in a village near the place i work now. He invited me over to a dinner party that he had thrown for some reason. All that i knew before leaving was that i will be along the bank of river Indus. We left and it was about an hour long journey ... not because the place was far away .. but because the road was ... well there was no road at all :/  ... and my stupid ( yet beautiful ) car has such a low clearance that i would have been hit like a hundred times ( or so seemed to me) .

We reached the designated place just after sunset. The whole scene was captivating. The river at it full flow due to the current rains, the fog visible around the area .. and the setting sun ... it was all so magical. We walked around for a while .. and then it got dark and the moon came out. It was like a trip to some fairly land. Small lights shining at the far bank.. half lit moon ... the misty air .. the humming river. and just when i was thinking what can be more perfect than this .. our host invited us to sit down and then started the session of regional music ... i don't have words ( literally ) to explain what it was like .. but i can say only one thing .. I hadn't seen anything like that till now ... the good thing about the music was that it was traditional pushto music ( sitar and dholkay ) and the people singing/ performing were just the common people and not professional ... the music went on for a while .. and soon it was time to eat. It was mutton and rice .. but again .. cooked on wood in the open year ... wood rocks ! mutton rocks !

The after dinner session was again a long musical one .. better than then one before. It continued till like 11 pm ... and finally it was time to leave. The road that we took on return was a longer  .. but clearer road .. so my stupid car was also okay with it .

Now .. time to draw conclusions ... firstly .. the more modern/sophisticate/busy that we get... the more we get away from nature .. and the more we become lame . Nature cheers one up as nothing else can .

The second thing .. know thy heritage. You will enjoy it .. but the more important thing is that u are nothing without it. Be modern .. but take your heritage with u . 

A person in need of help

There is a person that I have known for the last 20 years now ... all of a sudden i have started hating him. The problem with that person. He gives everyone so much space that ppl can literally walk all over him. A pushover would be the right word for him. If he is reading this i would want him to realize that there is fine line between being nice and being a carpet. Be nice .. thats a good thing .. but dont be a carpet. You never wanted to be a carpet did u?

Now, how am i trying to help this said person? Firstly, I plan on telling it onto his face what a loser he is.. may be it will awake him from his sleep and make him realize whats wrong with him. If i dont correct him now, he will end up ruining his whole life. Help me with any suggestions anyone.

Materialism

"Its all about the money, isnt it?" I asked in a low disappointed tone.
"Well, money is what u need to buy even a matchbox. What are u without money in this materialistic world. "
"But what if i dont want to earn money to buy a mansion. What if all that i want to do is to earn a simple life." I inquired.
" There is no such thing as a simple life. We all run for money. Money makes the world go round. When u say such things, The society will treat you as a looser. Earn money, and taht too lots of it".
I could talk to myself no longer. The materialistic me is insane. I hope to beat the hell outta him someday.

listen !

Listen to the MUSTN'Ts , child
Listen to the DON'Ts
Listen to the SHOULDN'Ts,
Listen to the IMPOSSIBLEs, the WONT'S
Listen to the NEVER HAVEs
Then listen close to me --
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.

-- Shel Silverstein