Dad took me to his work place today. All the way through, in the car, he showered upon me golden pieces of advice. 'Never take revenge on anyone, specially when you are in power.' And 'He who gets to have a control on his anger is successful.' And then, 'Whenever you meet someone, meet with good attitude and good gesture. Try your best never to do harm to anyone.'
I just wrote these down so that I can remember them for a long time.
Showing posts with label My Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Life. Show all posts
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
My angels
God sends angels to protect and guide his men. To make them happy. I have got some angels too. My family and my friends.
My mom gave me two rose flowers today. Two signified my turning twenty two. She also gave me an English translation of autobiography of Emperor Jahangir, Tuzk-e-Jahangiri and another book, 'Madina se White House tak'. And she is proud. Calls aside, a few of the messages that I got were:
*Happy Birthday to my handsome, cool, cute and Babloo friend. (The sender is partially blind actually)
*Happy birthday buddy! Best wishes for your life and exams. Keep singing your melodies.
*Happy b'day mate. You sure know how to get born at the wrong time. (Pointing towards the ongoing exams)
*Treat time! Happy Birthday to you P**** (The sender has a pathological affiliation with P****)
*A very very Happy Birthday! Prayers, Regards and Love! Main **** kar raha tha is liye dair ho gaye. (The sender is actually a fun master)
*My dear doctor! Happy Birthday. May you have many more.
*Happy Birthday baby
*Happy Birthday Abdullah dear!
I look at the bunch of Tulips that lie in my room and that I got today and my eyes well up. I never thought God could bestow so much happiness upon such a sinner.
Thank you all. Thank you for being around me, thank you for making me happy. And thank you God, for every thing. You are the best.
My mom gave me two rose flowers today. Two signified my turning twenty two. She also gave me an English translation of autobiography of Emperor Jahangir, Tuzk-e-Jahangiri and another book, 'Madina se White House tak'. And she is proud. Calls aside, a few of the messages that I got were:
*Happy Birthday to my handsome, cool, cute and Babloo friend. (The sender is partially blind actually)
*Happy birthday buddy! Best wishes for your life and exams. Keep singing your melodies.
*Happy b'day mate. You sure know how to get born at the wrong time. (Pointing towards the ongoing exams)
*Treat time! Happy Birthday to you P**** (The sender has a pathological affiliation with P****)
*A very very Happy Birthday! Prayers, Regards and Love! Main **** kar raha tha is liye dair ho gaye. (The sender is actually a fun master)
*My dear doctor! Happy Birthday. May you have many more.
*Happy Birthday baby
*Happy Birthday Abdullah dear!
I look at the bunch of Tulips that lie in my room and that I got today and my eyes well up. I never thought God could bestow so much happiness upon such a sinner.
Thank you all. Thank you for being around me, thank you for making me happy. And thank you God, for every thing. You are the best.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
A political wedding
Its 3:15 in the morning and I'm just back from a wedding. I wasn't willing to go but Dad had some special reason to take me.
What made this wedding unforgettable was that some very close relatives weren't suppose to talk to each other, some very close relatives weren't supposed to even look at each other. Some people tried to talk to some people to make others jealous. Some people tried to be prominent and different to make others envious. Some people tried to play the futile role of arbitrator. Some people carried an air of indifference around them and some others were totally ignorant. These people will meet again on another common wedding or a common funeral. That was the height of selfishness. I just sat there, half enjoying, half appalled. It was the most political and the most depressing wedding ever!
And yet we are proud of our family values and we blame the West for ignoring the family ties!
What made this wedding unforgettable was that some very close relatives weren't suppose to talk to each other, some very close relatives weren't supposed to even look at each other. Some people tried to talk to some people to make others jealous. Some people tried to be prominent and different to make others envious. Some people tried to play the futile role of arbitrator. Some people carried an air of indifference around them and some others were totally ignorant. These people will meet again on another common wedding or a common funeral. That was the height of selfishness. I just sat there, half enjoying, half appalled. It was the most political and the most depressing wedding ever!
And yet we are proud of our family values and we blame the West for ignoring the family ties!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Alienation
B: "Just tell me one thing, dad, you used to be interested in running and sports etc, so where has this 'Tabla' come from? Ok you tell me, is there anyone like this among the cousins?"
I: "Ask Allah" (Are you by anyway challenging Him?)
I: "Ask Allah" (Are you by anyway challenging Him?)
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Lucky wife
"Your wife will be very lucky to have you"
Now that three separate people have said this to me, I really believe it :-D
Now that three separate people have said this to me, I really believe it :-D
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Magic
Magic....people wonder what it is. With you I know I have experienced it. There were moments when we were both so in tune with each other, connected by a force nobody can explain. That all I can sense is a feeling of true love and acceptance. Moments when a meaningful glance or a simple smile becomes more powerful than anything. Moments when we know that this is where we were ment to be. Memories for a lifetime are created in these moments. And I dont know what to call it except magic. Thanks for bringing love, magic and so many beautiful memories into my life!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tag
So heres your tag awais :)
Here are the rules:
* You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
* When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
* At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged.
I dont use it but Chaudhry is my surname, so Shahid becomes my middle name
S Solitude
Most of my time pased alone in childhood. I was shy...quiet, wouldnt mix up with my cousins...quiet, wouldnt play with my age fellows, quiet. I was the odd one out, didnt like sports and playing in the streets at all and people said you are arrogant (pick up the new definition fellows: if you are quiet/shy you are arrogant) But it was good. It gave me time...to think, to figure out things...to develop my inclinations. And I think that whatever I have developed into today that is largely because of the silent period I have passed. Had it been different I would have been different today. (hey but now I talk and I laugh, and I laugh and I talk :) )
H Hafeez Khan Talwandi
For opening for me the doors of a new world (finally....the long awaited) near which my aptitude took me. I remember the first day. I got unbearably excited largely because of the Tanpura. The magic which oozes out from it pierced me like some nuclear radiations and they did not have any sign board outside the door saying 'Beware of the high intensity radiations inside'. And I did well. A guy who had been learning before me wasnt given the chance to sing at a concert, I was. About me he once said a punjabi proverb (when I made some Palta (a music terminology) myself) which means roughly that if you touch a film or a drop of oil on the surface of water, it spreads out, on the other hand no matter how hard you strike leather, it doesnt expand, it shrinks even more. He said I am like oil.
Though I am still very far away from perfection and get very little time to practise but I love to, whenever I can.
A Aveda Kadevra
I have always been interested in mysterious,eccentric things. Death is intimidating and exciting for me at the same time. Having died quite a few times in my own dreams, I cannot forget the sight of my grandma departing permanently infront of me. At another time I saw near death, and it was terrible. I get to know some things before hand based on hints. Once during childhood, I learnt some simple 'magical' tricks from a book and performed them infront of my cousins. They were flabbergasted :) I believe in astrology and palmistry (yeah..most of them are fake but there are some true possessors of this knowledge) Be it the Nienty of Qudratullah Shahab or the street magics of David Blaine and David Copperfield or dr. Attya of Alakhnagri, anything odd is exciting for me and I would like to know and learn these things :)
H Hospital
Well...by that I mean the medical studies I am undertaking. Though I am in second year now but I know that half of the rest of my life would be passing in hospitals. Dissecting and tearing open dead bodies everyday, cutting away the hands, arms and legs, digging out the eyes, breaking the jaws, splitting open the skulls, snatching away the hearts, lungs and livers of the poor cadavers does affect your life somehow :)
I Inquisitiveness
I am...very much...about the things I like. Always trying to know more, the people, society, music, everything. Everything that clicks me and makes me utter 'Wow!'
D Depression
For various reasons. Foremost is faliure, be it of any kind. Then sometimes it comes without any reason, a sudden inexplicable desire to cry, to run away, to burst apart. Sometimes due to lack of knowledge about life. 'Why and from where have we come and where shall we go' like questions. Sometimes when at night I sit in my room....quiet....alone and I feel myself a nonliving object just like the lamp, the books, the bed, the chairs in my room. Sometimes they scare me. When I feel the nothingness of myself in this vast universe and then Im scared of myself so much so that I feel like crying. Sometimes bloodshed and war going on in the world and hatred brings such a feeling and its the worst feeling.
And I tag:
S Sir Jawwad
H ---
A Asad Malik
H ---
I Illusionist
D Dilshad Muneeb
Here are the rules:
* You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
* When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
* At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged.
I dont use it but Chaudhry is my surname, so Shahid becomes my middle name
S Solitude
Most of my time pased alone in childhood. I was shy...quiet, wouldnt mix up with my cousins...quiet, wouldnt play with my age fellows, quiet. I was the odd one out, didnt like sports and playing in the streets at all and people said you are arrogant (pick up the new definition fellows: if you are quiet/shy you are arrogant) But it was good. It gave me time...to think, to figure out things...to develop my inclinations. And I think that whatever I have developed into today that is largely because of the silent period I have passed. Had it been different I would have been different today. (hey but now I talk and I laugh, and I laugh and I talk :) )
H Hafeez Khan Talwandi
For opening for me the doors of a new world (finally....the long awaited) near which my aptitude took me. I remember the first day. I got unbearably excited largely because of the Tanpura. The magic which oozes out from it pierced me like some nuclear radiations and they did not have any sign board outside the door saying 'Beware of the high intensity radiations inside'. And I did well. A guy who had been learning before me wasnt given the chance to sing at a concert, I was. About me he once said a punjabi proverb (when I made some Palta (a music terminology) myself) which means roughly that if you touch a film or a drop of oil on the surface of water, it spreads out, on the other hand no matter how hard you strike leather, it doesnt expand, it shrinks even more. He said I am like oil.
Though I am still very far away from perfection and get very little time to practise but I love to, whenever I can.
A Aveda Kadevra
I have always been interested in mysterious,eccentric things. Death is intimidating and exciting for me at the same time. Having died quite a few times in my own dreams, I cannot forget the sight of my grandma departing permanently infront of me. At another time I saw near death, and it was terrible. I get to know some things before hand based on hints. Once during childhood, I learnt some simple 'magical' tricks from a book and performed them infront of my cousins. They were flabbergasted :) I believe in astrology and palmistry (yeah..most of them are fake but there are some true possessors of this knowledge) Be it the Nienty of Qudratullah Shahab or the street magics of David Blaine and David Copperfield or dr. Attya of Alakhnagri, anything odd is exciting for me and I would like to know and learn these things :)
H Hospital
Well...by that I mean the medical studies I am undertaking. Though I am in second year now but I know that half of the rest of my life would be passing in hospitals. Dissecting and tearing open dead bodies everyday, cutting away the hands, arms and legs, digging out the eyes, breaking the jaws, splitting open the skulls, snatching away the hearts, lungs and livers of the poor cadavers does affect your life somehow :)
I Inquisitiveness
I am...very much...about the things I like. Always trying to know more, the people, society, music, everything. Everything that clicks me and makes me utter 'Wow!'
D Depression
For various reasons. Foremost is faliure, be it of any kind. Then sometimes it comes without any reason, a sudden inexplicable desire to cry, to run away, to burst apart. Sometimes due to lack of knowledge about life. 'Why and from where have we come and where shall we go' like questions. Sometimes when at night I sit in my room....quiet....alone and I feel myself a nonliving object just like the lamp, the books, the bed, the chairs in my room. Sometimes they scare me. When I feel the nothingness of myself in this vast universe and then Im scared of myself so much so that I feel like crying. Sometimes bloodshed and war going on in the world and hatred brings such a feeling and its the worst feeling.
And I tag:
S Sir Jawwad
H ---
A Asad Malik
H ---
I Illusionist
D Dilshad Muneeb
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