A counter for incoherent speech consisting of both real and imaginary words, lacking comprehensive meaning...Wanderings of a conscious, sometimes semi conscious mind...
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
It's curtains...
Whoever stands up (in worship) in the nights preceding the two Eids expecting rewards from his Lord, his heart will not die when the other hearts will die. (Ibn Majah)
Monday, July 22, 2013
Red wedding, take a hike!
"The survivors in Damascus are confronted on a dark night as the victorious Abbasids sweep into Syria and invite the Umayyad nobility to a "feast of reconciliation." ... The feast is to be held in the Umayyad palace, and everyone gathers ... The dinner is made up of the victors and the defeated ... when most are lulled by wine and food into the quiet of evening, the secret orders goes out among the visitors, and the terrible swords begin to do their duty. The Abbasids mercilessly slaughter every man, woman, and child of the Umayyad court, from cooks and servants to the wives of the harem, the sons and daughters, the cousins and retainers .... Nurseries, bedchambers, and kitchens become pools of blood, and the stones of Damascus ring out with a sound no one should ever have to hear ..."
~Morgan, M. H. (2007) Lost History. Washington, DC: National Geographic Society.
~Morgan, M. H. (2007) Lost History. Washington, DC: National Geographic Society.
Monday, July 15, 2013
A country going to/gone to ...
Anchor: Who discovered that the Earth revolves around the Sun?
Audience
1) Newton
2) Einstein
3) wait for it .... Abdul Qadeer
4) Galileo ... phew
Audience
1) Newton
2) Einstein
3) wait for it .... Abdul Qadeer
4) Galileo ... phew
Friday, June 28, 2013
Random Verses
کشتہ عشق کو عیسیٰ نفسوں کے آگے
موت آجایے جو جینے کا خیال آیے
(احمد جاوید )
موجیں خوں سر سے گزر ہی کیوں نہ جایے
استاناے یار سے اٹھ جایئں کیا ؟
(احمد جاوید )
Thursday, June 27, 2013
معبود اور محبوب
ہم نے معبود نہیں بدلا بلکہ محبوب بدل لیا ہے - الله ہمارا معبود ہے لیکن دنیا ہماری محبوب ہے -
شیخ
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
The Waiting Room
He had hidden his face partly with the cashmere muffler but
those salt and pepper hair and inquisitive eyes were enough to give up his
identity. It took only a single glance by the incoming stranger to recognize
him. There was plenty of room in the waiting area but the stranger took a seat
on his right side making it possible to observe him directly. The stranger
shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he vexed to initiate a conversation.
It is a queer feeling
watching someone in person whom you have seen all your life on television. What
made the entire situation even more interesting was the premises; the stranger
never expected to find someone of this person’s caliber to be sitting
comfortably in a place like that without a hint of the usual security which
accompanies such people. The stranger even hesitated to take out his cellphone
from the inner pocket that it might be considered a suspicious move and some
undercover agent might pounce on him from somewhere.
The television at the far end of the corner was turned on.
The picture tube was probably malfunctioning as the corners of the screen were
hazed with green color. A famous political talk show was airing; how apposite!
It was not very uncommon for this person to be a part of this show every other
day. On that particular day, another member of his massive political campaign
was a part of the expert panel on the show.
After a while he casually glanced at the stranger. It was
exactly what the stranger was waiting for; he stood up and extended his hand.
“It is a pleasure to meet you Sir”
The person nodded appreciatively; shook hands and then again
focused his gaze on the television.
Bummer!
He needed to initiate a conversation; feeling drawn into the
power vortex.
While keeping his eyes on the television, the stranger
remarked; “A poor Christian girl would be bullied for her alleged blasphemy but
an imported cleric would be hailed as a messiah even after irrevocable proof of
him issuing certain tickets.”
The trump card was played. After all they were sitting in a
waiting area and as is the case with these waiting areas; sooner or later one
of them had to leave.
Now the stranger had
this person’s attention and the conversation began. He had hit the right spot
as after that there was no stopping the other person. They had a healthy discussion on the
political scenario and it left the stranger kind of perplexed. He never
expected such a person to be so normal.
‘Baba’, a girl with disheveled hair and slightly stoned eyes
called the person sitting in front of the stranger. The former stood up immediately. It was time
to leave. The stranger intentionally ignored the father and daughter. His
instincts told him that this must be something sacred as it portrayed the sheer
human side of this larger than life person.
They shook hands and parted while the stranger kept sitting
there waiting for his turn. He felt sorry but at the same time he feared the
initial pull he felt towards this person. It kind of dawned upon him as to why it
becomes so difficult for political workers to disagree or even criticize their
own political movement. The aura of power can neutralize rationality as one
feels the urge to bask under the warmth of privilege.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Just for a change...
The maid holds the child while the couple eats their food. Why not for once the couple holds the child while the maid eats food first or like in a family gathering where women take turns ...
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Falling from the stars
Corridors were empty; thirsty for footsteps and muffled
gossips. Standing there at the edge of the entrance and basking under the September
sun…Summer has come and passed; The
innocent can never last…
The attendant at the far end of the corner was busy, loudly
slurping his tea as the sound echoed. Echo
from Ekho, a beautiful nymph which was cursed by the gods so that she could
only repeat what others say as a punishment for distracting others with her
beautiful voice. A faint smile passed through. These anecdotes gave him
food to gloat about. Maybe all that haphazard reading may not be as useless as
he thought it would be. He had never been a cohesive reader; started three or
four books at a time and only few books getting their last page feel the human
touch. Perhaps someday a pattern would
emerge from all the chaos.
Then he would stand in a corner and savor the moment as all
the pieces come together in a brilliant fashion. Just like at the end of a
great book which takes eons to end as it suffers the fate of others books like
it which are beautifully penned down.
There is more to this world than what just meets the eye; the
crispness of lies still haunted the mind…drenched in my pain again…Perhaps that euphoric feeling had the ability to make you disregard the byzantine design and you
never realized that you were protagonist in a play whose script was never handed
over to you. The spotlight made sure that you remain blinded and oblivious. One
could sense the audience but it was modeled as paranoia. There might be
something going backstage as well. They could all be in cahoots or it could
have been just him.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
. انسان سے غلط کام تین حالتوں می کروایا جا سکتا ہے
١- رزق بند کرنے کی دھمکی دی جاۓ، جیسے نوکری سے نکالنے کا کہا جاۓ
٢- بدنام کرنے یا عزت خاک میں ملانے کی دھمکی دی جاۓ
٢- بدنام کرنے یا عزت خاک میں ملانے کی دھمکی دی جاۓ
٣- جان سے مار دینے کی دھمکی دی جاۓ
عجیب بات ہے کے یہ دھمکیاں جن سے ڈر کے ہم غلط کام کرنے پر مجبور ہو جاتے ہیں ، ان تینوں کے بارے میں ہمارا ایمان ہے کہ وہ الله کے اختیار میں ہیں
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Actions speed louder
Once Abul Ala Maududi conveyed his disagreement over Abul Kalam Azad's decision to join politics. The reply Azad gave was very profound, "حضرت ساری عمر دوربین نہیں بنانی چاہیے، کبھی چاند ستاروں کو بھی دیکھ لینا چاہیے " (One shouldn't spend the entire life in making/improving telescope, once in a while one should also use it to observe moon and stars as well)
Heard during a dinner.
Heard during a dinner.
Monday, September 3, 2012
I believe I can ...
What would be the best part of tipping the scales in your favour? To munch a vanilla filled chocolate donut without a hint of guilt...
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