Monday, August 25, 2008
EGO
So many times has this ego come in between me and something I have really wanted to do, something as simple as saying sorry to someone, when I was really totally completely sorry but just dint says it! Or even at times smiling or saying hi to sumone.why should I (ego factor) and then there are things that I have done which I really dint want to but did them any ways just to boost my ego.I both ways I think I have hurt people. But this point is also valid that if u are nice to everyone all the time they tend to walk all over you.I cant figure out how to balance this, of course there aren’t written rules for this. Each scenario is different!
The Old Guy!
the old guy!!!
went for a trip tp punjab and now m back.i saw so many new and different things .some nice and some not so nice. buty one thing my mind has been stuck on.i cnt forget the 70 sumthing yr old man who sat at the end of the road,had a small wooden box wic carrioe dhis tools.he was a cobler.while i rode in a 12 lakh car on my way to a five star to attend my cousins weding the car stoped at the signel whr i saw him.he was old.he was weak.his hands trembled.he had a cigratte in his hand and even as he took its puffs his hands trembled.i wonder was it due to the january cold with him waering only a light old and torn sweater or because was he too old and weak.i reached the weding and there i met lots of people .ladies shining and smiling in their jewels and men in their armani suits and sumhow through out the time the old guy picture came coming back to me. i did not enjoy the weding at all though i kept the smiles for everyone see.its been about 3 weeks but i just still feel so guilty.i dnt kow for wat but i feel guilty.i hav seen begegrs,kids on roads with no shoes, but nothing has ever left such an impression on me as that old guy.iwant to do sumthing.i hav always wanted to.and i do care really .but what i do is insignificant and it does not really make a diference.i want to make a difference.
went for a trip tp punjab and now m back.i saw so many new and different things .some nice and some not so nice. buty one thing my mind has been stuck on.i cnt forget the 70 sumthing yr old man who sat at the end of the road,had a small wooden box wic carrioe dhis tools.he was a cobler.while i rode in a 12 lakh car on my way to a five star to attend my cousins weding the car stoped at the signel whr i saw him.he was old.he was weak.his hands trembled.he had a cigratte in his hand and even as he took its puffs his hands trembled.i wonder was it due to the january cold with him waering only a light old and torn sweater or because was he too old and weak.i reached the weding and there i met lots of people .ladies shining and smiling in their jewels and men in their armani suits and sumhow through out the time the old guy picture came coming back to me. i did not enjoy the weding at all though i kept the smiles for everyone see.its been about 3 weeks but i just still feel so guilty.i dnt kow for wat but i feel guilty.i hav seen begegrs,kids on roads with no shoes, but nothing has ever left such an impression on me as that old guy.iwant to do sumthing.i hav always wanted to.and i do care really .but what i do is insignificant and it does not really make a diference.i want to make a difference.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
White Philosophy
More philosophy and this time it’s on a color and the color is white.
It is only me or have many of you noticed:
- White is the color of the wedding dress in Christians.
- White is the color of the mourning dress worn by the Hindus. This is followed by a white sari to worn by the widow for the rest of her life. Though I don’t know if this is still the case but this is something I have grown up seeing in all the Indian movies.
- White is the color of the sheet worn by Muslim men when go to perform Hajj / Umrah.
- It is the color of purity and piety and yet the color of ghosts.
- It is the color for peace and also the color for death.
- White is all colors and no color.
If you have thought on these lines or have started to think on them after reading this post, add on to it.
Listening To:
In dinooo…..
Dil meraaa….
Muj say haaai……
Khe rahaaa….
Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu khab sajaaa
Tuuuuuuuuuuuu jee lay zara
Hai tujay bhe ijazat (Fav Line)
Kal lay tu bhe muhababt
Friday, August 22, 2008
The Seven. Why Seven?
- Rainbow has seven colours
- Heard of The Seven Deadly Sins
- Seven sisters (Name given to a place in Murree where there are seven hills side by side)
- It is said that there are Seven skys
- SeveSn seas
- Seven days in a week
- The Muslims circle the Kaaba seven times per hajj / Umrah
- The hindus circle seven times around fire when they are getting married
- It is said that God made the world in seven days
- It is also believed that for every person there are seven similar looking people around the world
- The hindus belive in seven lives per person
- Secret Seven (The story book series I used to read when I was little)
- Seven wonders of the world
- It is said that the cats change seven houses when they give birth
- The Seven Rays is a metaphysical concept that has appeared in several religions and esoteric philosophies since at least the sixth century BCE, in both Western culture and in India.
- In early Christian iconography, the dove of the Holy Ghost is often shown with an emanation of seven rays
See this number seven. What is it with it that it is present every where. u know of any "seven" add it on to the list. You have soem explanation regarding the seven, plz let me know!!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Money = Coloured Paper = Literally
Money is paper to me …………….yes valuable …………depending on its color but at the end of day its paper!
I look at a thousand rupee note and I think hmmm a blue colored paper that is bound to get me nice stuff from a nice store. Add in another or few more blue colored papers and I can get branded stuff u know.
I look at a 500 rupee note and I think hmmm a grayish green paper that will get me enough fuel to last for three working days. I might have to give the fuel pump man a few other colored papers if I decide to go for a long drive. God fuel needs more paper than I would like to give.
I look at a 100 note and I say hmmm a bloody red paper that will get me peanuts, a dozen samosas, 4 ice creams and other goodies.
A 50 note…………hmm to give to the guy who fixes my car tyre’s puncture, to give to the gardener apart from his salary, to give to chota (the guy who works at my house) when he really cleans the house wel.
A 20 and 10 note……to give to the beggars
If I ask myself whether I go to work for these colored papers I would say no out rightly but after thinking a bit my answer would be a lecture on how I think money is paper. I go to work because I enjoy my work, because it gets me going, because I would become fat, old and ugly if I dint go to work, because I wouldn’t know what is happening in the world if I dint go to work. God I love to work.
Money is important, very, but it is not everything. It can buy be branded stuff but it will not give me peace.
I have a weird philosophy. Not many agree with me but I dnt want them to agree. Its my philosophy whether you like it or not. I would explain it with an example: first I had a tri cycle when I was a kid. The days my grandfather presented it to me I would have been the happiest person. I even took my tri cycle to my bed and made it sleep next to it with my pink blanket on it so that it doesn’t feel cold at night. Then as I grew a bit older I wanted a Bi-cycle and not any bi-cycle I wanted a BMX like the one my neighbor had. I got that but this time I dint take it to my bed but kept it in the garage next to dad’s car. I cleaned it everyday till I started to like the Bikes. I moved from bikes to my first car. An red pearl Alto and then to a grey Cuore . Now within a year or two I would be moving to bigger car…………..a City or Civic maybe. This will go on till I achieve till I feel ----------satisfied I guess. But I already feel satisfied. I love my small Cuore.Its cute.Its nice. My heart feels complete. And this is not only with cars but with so many things. And the philosophy part is that I feel complete. I don’t need a BMW. I do Not!!!It worries me………..why do I not I WANT! Have I lost the thrill to move……….no way I will never. So what is it!! What is it!!
I look at a thousand rupee note and I think hmmm a blue colored paper that is bound to get me nice stuff from a nice store. Add in another or few more blue colored papers and I can get branded stuff u know.
I look at a 500 rupee note and I think hmmm a grayish green paper that will get me enough fuel to last for three working days. I might have to give the fuel pump man a few other colored papers if I decide to go for a long drive. God fuel needs more paper than I would like to give.
I look at a 100 note and I say hmmm a bloody red paper that will get me peanuts, a dozen samosas, 4 ice creams and other goodies.
A 50 note…………hmm to give to the guy who fixes my car tyre’s puncture, to give to the gardener apart from his salary, to give to chota (the guy who works at my house) when he really cleans the house wel.
A 20 and 10 note……to give to the beggars
If I ask myself whether I go to work for these colored papers I would say no out rightly but after thinking a bit my answer would be a lecture on how I think money is paper. I go to work because I enjoy my work, because it gets me going, because I would become fat, old and ugly if I dint go to work, because I wouldn’t know what is happening in the world if I dint go to work. God I love to work.
Money is important, very, but it is not everything. It can buy be branded stuff but it will not give me peace.
I have a weird philosophy. Not many agree with me but I dnt want them to agree. Its my philosophy whether you like it or not. I would explain it with an example: first I had a tri cycle when I was a kid. The days my grandfather presented it to me I would have been the happiest person. I even took my tri cycle to my bed and made it sleep next to it with my pink blanket on it so that it doesn’t feel cold at night. Then as I grew a bit older I wanted a Bi-cycle and not any bi-cycle I wanted a BMX like the one my neighbor had. I got that but this time I dint take it to my bed but kept it in the garage next to dad’s car. I cleaned it everyday till I started to like the Bikes. I moved from bikes to my first car. An red pearl Alto and then to a grey Cuore . Now within a year or two I would be moving to bigger car…………..a City or Civic maybe. This will go on till I achieve till I feel ----------satisfied I guess. But I already feel satisfied. I love my small Cuore.Its cute.Its nice. My heart feels complete. And this is not only with cars but with so many things. And the philosophy part is that I feel complete. I don’t need a BMW. I do Not!!!It worries me………..why do I not I WANT! Have I lost the thrill to move……….no way I will never. So what is it!! What is it!!
Give me a HERO!!
Where have the people gone?
Where is Allama Iqbal of today,
where is Quaid e Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah of today
Why am I surrounded by Mr. 10% and not so Sharif’s?
Why is the my youth filled will gloom!!
Does the sun not rise as before,
Does the wind not blow as before
Yes it does
It does as it used to
So get up you all
Take the charge in your hand
Hold up your responsibilities
I lookup to you
I need a HERO
My lands, waters, mountains, deserts, pastures needs a hero
Someone who is genuine
And has achieved self actualization
Someone who works, walks, talks, sits, eats and sleep for the country
Wake up
Please wake up
Save me from these vultures
My heart cries
My soul trembles
But I have faith
I have faith in you my sons
You will wake up
You will protect me
You will rid me of these vultures
And you, yes my son, you will be my hero
Where is Allama Iqbal of today,
where is Quaid e Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah of today
Why am I surrounded by Mr. 10% and not so Sharif’s?
Why is the my youth filled will gloom!!
Does the sun not rise as before,
Does the wind not blow as before
Yes it does
It does as it used to
So get up you all
Take the charge in your hand
Hold up your responsibilities
I lookup to you
I need a HERO
My lands, waters, mountains, deserts, pastures needs a hero
Someone who is genuine
And has achieved self actualization
Someone who works, walks, talks, sits, eats and sleep for the country
Wake up
Please wake up
Save me from these vultures
My heart cries
My soul trembles
But I have faith
I have faith in you my sons
You will wake up
You will protect me
You will rid me of these vultures
And you, yes my son, you will be my hero
Friday, August 1, 2008
I have A comment
Yessss!!
Yes, yes, and yes
I proudly announce that I have a comment. Thoes of you thinking "how silly" .....STOP.....u dnt know the feeling, thoes of you thinking "how desperate"......wel SHUT UP(sorry, dnt mean to be rude but that is the only word coming to my mind, maybe my vocab needs help)........and thoes of you thinking what the hell is she wrting about ...............READ ON!!!
When i wrote my first post i was all geared up and ready to write in posts that would captive the world and people would check my blog first thing in th emornin g even before theychecked their mails. wel actually that wasnt happening because i wasnt exactly writing. And i never expected that the world would halt at the sight of pictures of my feet and say.................wow i have to comment on them.
Today i signed in and scrolled over my pervios posts, i skipped a heart beat when i saw these words...
"1 comment"
thoughts runningthroug my head
1. is this my blog
2. is that a comment
3. i hope its not a comment in which people advertise about Viagra (Did i spell that right) but a real comment
4. is it from abhi
5. STOP thinking and open to see wht and whoes comment is it
like a three year old child would open his first present, i clicked the "1 comment"
Self generatedMessage appears: This maybe unsecure. Are you sure you want to proceed?
God damit , yes i want to read it.
There it was. Not a viagra advertis but a real comment from a real sweet heart and gem of a person. i say this because your comment has given me so much ............
1. Happiness
2. Smiles
3. Happiness
4.Confidence
5. Hapiness
6. did i mention happiness!!
Thank you , thank you dear http://alltalkandnoaction.blogspot.com/. You have been successfully added to my fav blog lists.
Hence forthe..........
I vow to write sensible posts now.
I vow to write what i came here to write.
Yes, yes, and yes
I proudly announce that I have a comment. Thoes of you thinking "how silly" .....STOP.....u dnt know the feeling, thoes of you thinking "how desperate"......wel SHUT UP(sorry, dnt mean to be rude but that is the only word coming to my mind, maybe my vocab needs help)........and thoes of you thinking what the hell is she wrting about ...............READ ON!!!
When i wrote my first post i was all geared up and ready to write in posts that would captive the world and people would check my blog first thing in th emornin g even before theychecked their mails. wel actually that wasnt happening because i wasnt exactly writing. And i never expected that the world would halt at the sight of pictures of my feet and say.................wow i have to comment on them.
Today i signed in and scrolled over my pervios posts, i skipped a heart beat when i saw these words...
"1 comment"
thoughts runningthroug my head
1. is this my blog
2. is that a comment
3. i hope its not a comment in which people advertise about Viagra (Did i spell that right) but a real comment
4. is it from abhi
5. STOP thinking and open to see wht and whoes comment is it
like a three year old child would open his first present, i clicked the "1 comment"
Self generatedMessage appears: This maybe unsecure. Are you sure you want to proceed?
God damit , yes i want to read it.
There it was. Not a viagra advertis but a real comment from a real sweet heart and gem of a person. i say this because your comment has given me so much ............
1. Happiness
2. Smiles
3. Happiness
4.Confidence
5. Hapiness
6. did i mention happiness!!
Thank you , thank you dear http://alltalkandnoaction.blogspot.com/. You have been successfully added to my fav blog lists.
Hence forthe..........
I vow to write sensible posts now.
I vow to write what i came here to write.
Common
There is one thing common in all the interesting blogs i have become a regular reader of and that is that they are all Indians. Why....why, simply why? i mean i have consciously tried to find blogs of people from around the world that are of my taste , forget around the world i have tried my own country and yet even after almost a year into blog reading and writing (i know i m a late starter) all my favs are of India ONLY.
Maybe they are people i can relate to? But why cant it be some one from Pakistan whoes blog i read and instantly added to my fav list as it happened in so many other cases.
Maybe they write and express themselves wel. Yes that is a valid reason. Not that rest of the world has horrible grammer which really turns me off from reading their blog and takes me at the point where i m ready to flag the blog.
What ever the reason, i truly enjoy reading their posts. Most of them are NRIs, i think Abhi being the only exception.
Also i think if we leave aside religion and a few cultural things associated with it, the people of subcontinent are very much alike. We are hard worker and mind you smart too (you have to be smart when u read, write and edit all your blogs at work without delaying office work). We are all simple by nature. And when any of my indian blogger write something in Hindi i completely enjoy it coz its the same as urdu. Life may aur kia chaheyah!!!
i think after a long time i have out down a decent post! M proud of myself (hehe)!
Maybe they are people i can relate to? But why cant it be some one from Pakistan whoes blog i read and instantly added to my fav list as it happened in so many other cases.
Maybe they write and express themselves wel. Yes that is a valid reason. Not that rest of the world has horrible grammer which really turns me off from reading their blog and takes me at the point where i m ready to flag the blog.
What ever the reason, i truly enjoy reading their posts. Most of them are NRIs, i think Abhi being the only exception.
Also i think if we leave aside religion and a few cultural things associated with it, the people of subcontinent are very much alike. We are hard worker and mind you smart too (you have to be smart when u read, write and edit all your blogs at work without delaying office work). We are all simple by nature. And when any of my indian blogger write something in Hindi i completely enjoy it coz its the same as urdu. Life may aur kia chaheyah!!!
i think after a long time i have out down a decent post! M proud of myself (hehe)!
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