Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Thursday, May 23, 2013

So I Let It Fall Apart!




Tell them I tried hard
Remolding what was ripped apart
Victim to a vicious cycle
Of hopeless patches stitched together
But for every hope ,vanished another
So I let it fall apart
I let it all fall apart...

Every desperate expectation
dwelling in helpless atoms of my soul
Melted away in the heat
Every ounce of pain
I failed to contain
Started flowing away
Its hard to explain
Agony was the first to depart
So I let it fall apart
I let it all fall apart...

I lost time fighting the winds
Until my own being split within
Into bits of shattered dreams
Random bouts of rusted memories
Memories supposedly buried deep inside
Were floating away with every tide
Until I bowed to this reality of life
That fate is indeed a work of art
So I let it fall apart
I Iet it all fall apart...

My brain finally gave up
Setting my soul into wilderness free
Leaving my body best to the vultures plea
Ah! What to say of the old rapt heart
Beating its last to the illusions of love
Now I became a nothing
A nothing to my own self
A hollow that still echoes sometimes
Bitter sweet delusions of well being
Of  unheard laughters and music divine
Far far away into an ocean of the past
An untiring soul had breathed its last
Succumbed to the very fact that
I let it all fall apart!

Monday, May 20, 2013

The Story Of An Unsung Hero ...



In the Land of Azaad Kashmir ,approx. 50 kms north to bhimber , lies a small village called BAROH, just at the line of control between Pakistan and India. The most prominent landmark of the village is a vertical ridge called Baroh Ridge. On the extreme end of the ridge lives an old man almost reaching the age of 100 years,named 'KHUSHI BABA'. With thick long white beard ,darkened skin folds around his eyes,lips strictly sealed and melancholy eyes with a thousand tales of a century hidden deep inside, Khushi Baba walks the land with a stick in his hand and is often seen sitting beside a stream washing his clothes or sometimes comes to my Regimental Aid Post to get medicines.He lives alone with nobody around to take care of him at such an old age.But there is a long story behind such loneliness ,reasons that make this country the 'Land Of The Pure' .Reasons that define the true kind and class of people that made this country possible.So lets just stop time of the present and journey back into the black and white of early 20th century to peep into the life of Khushi baba of the 1940's...

Born in Baroh in 1915 ,Khushi Baba spent his childhood days at baroh ridge in a way that has not changed much even now in this village with children more attached to nature and outdoor games and very little of an entertainment at home.Khushi baba then moved out to take on the world the moment he realised he was strong and old enough to leave home.
In 1942,Khushi Baba enrolled himself in the BRITISH ARMY and mastered in Guerilla training at Pune(Indian) and joined 619 Field regt. He worked tenaciously under the command of English officers. However,during the time of 1940's, Muhammad Ali Jinnah was struggling for Pakistan and separate nation for Muslims. Khushi Baba resigned from the British Army and decided to return back to his village of Baroh.

1946- Kashmir was under the rule of king Dogar. Dogar was building up an Army of his own in Kashmir, owing to the political developments in the subcontinent and more likelihood of the creation of two countries ,Pakistan and India. Khushi Baba on hearing of the package Dogar army had to offer, which included pension at the end of retirement and better scale of wages, enrolled himself in the Dogar Army at Nowshera.( Nowshera is only two ridges to the East of village BAROH).But it wasnt all fairy tale for Khushi Baba joining the Dogar's Army as onset of 1947 brought with  it fresh violence especially the burning down of Muslim villages by Dogar Army in the-presently- Indian Occupied Kashmir.Khushi Baba saw the burning,the killings of his fellow Muslims ,rapes of young women at the hands of hindu Dogars and prejudices of extreme nature. On realizing how biased the Dogars were ,Khushi baba couldn't convince his conscience, to be working under an Army that was going rampant on Muslims.

JUNE 1947-ESCAPE FROM DOGAR ARMY BASE CAMP 
 Pakistan was about to get independent .As Redcliff and his counterparts were busy dividing the subcontinent into two,words had reached Khushi Baba and his group of - planning to be deserters - of how hard the times were coming up for the Muslims of the region.He already had planned to take revenge for the spilled blood of his muslim brothers and sisters, by the Dogars.
So khushi Bada besides others ,decided to desert the dogars. They were at that time,living in the Base camp of Dogars in nowshehra .the only escape route through the base camp lay near the latrines and washrooms.one pitch dark night , khushi Baba along with others finally made a move .Through the small windows of the washrooms ,they jumped out of base camps and started running towards the ridge (Chai Ridge) that would lead them to Baroh.They knew they would be followed and killed as soon as the Dogars found out they had deserted.Khushi Baba tells of how long the night was and they kept on running and climbing the ridge through the darkness until they reached the other side of Chai ridge.
On reaching the safe zone ,it was dawn and sun was rising as Khushi Baba knelt and kissed the soil of Chai village.The moment he saw the Baroh ridge ,he started crying and promised His God that he would take revenge for all the Muslim killings he has seen.
This picture was taken from the Baroh Ridge as sun rises from the CHAI RIDGE.The same ridge Baba Khushi crossed at dawn more than 60 years ago.Across this ridge lies the Indian city of Nowshehra ,once a base camp of Dogar Army 




Post 1947- ARRIVAL OF THE PATHAANS AND QUBAILEE PEOPLE 
Qubailee people arrived to help out Muslims of Kahmir ,following Dogar's post independence annexation of Kashmir to India.In the region in proximity to Baroh, the qubailee Lashkars made their base camps in SAMAHNI and TANDAR villages. Khushi Baba knew the region very well and went to Tandar to help out the pathaans and qubailees.He served as a vital Asset to the qubailees ,showing them the various vulnerable areas and defiles and helped them understand the dynamics of the landscape around Baroh .On reaching Kartan ( a ridge on left end of Baroh) . The qubailees decided to camp before the fateful encounter with the dogars.They ate and danced for three consecutive days.(Khushi baba tells me of how the Pathhaans loved to eat meat and mutton and they spent three days eating and slept at Kartan to revitalize themselves for the upcoming encounter with the Dogar Army at CHAI RIDGE). After three days ,the commander of the Lashkar gathered his men and told them to take on the Dogars and occupy the ridge .(Khushi baba told me in a very candid way every word that commander spoke before the encounter with the Dogars.Khushi baba spoke in pashto and then translated for my convenience.He can speak urdu,pushto,punjabi,persian,all learnt over the period of a century) .

So the qubailees took on the Dogars and defeated them.The Dogars fled back to Nowshera Base Camp and even left their loadded trucks behind. However words had come of the huge Indian Army reaching Nowshera to rescue the Dogars .KHushi Baba suggested that the qubailees must not sit relaxed on the Chai ridge and move forward but nobody paid a heed to his words. On seeing how the Qubailees had given up any further advance,He left and went to the Pathaans and lashkars of SAMAHNI.
The commander of the Samahni LASHKAR was named Capt Khan.He was a wise man and a good tactician.On hearing Khushi Baba ,he took the news of Indian Army's arrival very seriously and planned out how to stop the indians from taking over Chai ridge. Khushi Baba knew the Indian side of Chai ridge very well ,he knew the most vulnerable points and tracks in the routes of Indian Army .Capt Khan gave 600 men to Khushi Baba to ambush Indian Army on its way to the ridge.

This picture of KHUSHI BABA was taken in late 1947,at the time when he was working for Capt Khan,commander of the Pathaan Lashkar camped in Samahni.


Khushi Baba took 600 men and infiltrated into the Indian territory .He knew all the tracks and bridges that would be used by the Indian Army vehicles to reach the ridge.He Half cut the logs on the bridge and placed 600 men around the bridge and created a perfect ambush.Then waited for the night to arrive. ( khushi Baba still recalls how the pathans wouldnt stop talking and laughing despite strict instructions of quietness lest anyone should hear them and ambush plan would fail) . They waited for hours and around midnight
,they saw lights of vehicles arriving their way.It was the Indian Army of 80 vehicles and huge weaponry reaching the bridge to cross it and attack the Chai ridge. Khushi Baba lay very close to the bridge,logs of which he had already cut with an axe.No sooner than the first vehicle reached the bridge,the bridge collapsed with the weight of the indian truck ,taking the vehicle down alongwith it into the abyss.seeing this , Khushi Baba ordered men to fire.The surprise element was achieved and the Indian Army was caught off guard and had to retreat to Nowshehra.

Throughout the 1950's and 1960's ,Khushi Baba continued to infiltrate the Indian Occupied Kashmir and was a very useful spy.He married in 1949 to a woman from a nearby village but spent next two decades away from home ,away from family and kept spying for his country.He still remembers how he would disguise himself like a shepherd and had once brought a herd of 30 cows from Indian territory and distributed them equally among his fellow villagers of Baroh.
But nothing comes easy.Every sacrifice has a price to pay. In Khushi Baba's case,his family left him owing to his long years of absence and his wife settled in Gujrat. This was the biggest price Khushi Baba had to pay for his country and the tragedy is that it goes unheard of.During his whole spying career. Khushi Baba had done eight successful infiltration and had once kept 20 men hidden in the jungle eating leaves and insects until the LOC finally became less hostile to cross .

Khushi Baba at present lives all alone and his kids are still settled in Gujrat. Little do they know how much sacrifices their father had carried out throughout his life in the name of Islam and Pakistan.Little do they realize their father is among the biggest 'unsung heroes' of Pakistan.




Thursday, November 29, 2012

A Heart Of Gold...


Words of wisdom flowing again
drops of knowledge glowing brain
wave after wave of torrential rain
they hit hard gleaming back
glistening my heart a precious sublime
words are'nt a note this time
switching swapping into a rhyme..


They tell a riddle never told before
of a dark room and empty floor
rich feelings tied to the ceilings
light shone through an open door
on a book of gold,the author's grandeur
precious gems and endless shore
the spirits and sufis dwell within
and lord is found on searching more


A thousand clerics I went to,
a million books I read
in search of truth known to few
until I  sketched the room in my head
a vague parity struck me,a deja vu!
I've seen this room of gems,I said
my mind reached its bounds, my brain gave up;
so I went to the heart to feel instead
Behold! the answer to the riddle came up
the puzzle my soul could only sort
the extract of life to finding God
lied in the very room of my heart..


Doors opened ,the truth unfold
of god's splendour and magnificence
I took a few steps firm and bold
accepting my ignorance and realities cold
setting my soul free of puritan mind
in rhymes of sufis centuries old
in eyes of soul that never go blind
in verses of quran ,the book of gold


But words never left me there
the journey to eternity started here
your heart is where the doorways open
the doorways to heaven concealed in layers
this riddle,they said, was not a conclusion
for darkness in heart is a mere illusion
an illusion to feel the light within
setting apart the darkness filling in
the darkness felt for every sin
reminds us of the light through thick and thin


So much this heart and soul know
of God and men,love and rage
wisdom flying free of earthly cage
casually inked on the page
spread out in rhymes and notes
are lessons learnt come of age...


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Of Eyes And Mind..Of God And Mankind



A clear sunny day marked with cold winds from the north,sitting on a mountain peak, tall grass dancing around me,dancing and laughing with the winds and trees swirling a knowledgable motherly smile,i see the distant cliffs.My eyes mesmerized by beuty and splendor of nature.A thought pops up in my head, bringing an overwhelming educated smile on my lips too,like the trees.Overwhelmed by the very thought of knowing all the answers. Is it the satisfied heart or the happy soul of mine that inspired my eyes to appreciate the work of God? Is this what philosophy of life is all about when it says that all is one! Our soul,our surroundings ,the universe filled with oneness.Wholeness that i see in trees and my lips that are in harmony with god and His ways. The world,they say, is nothing but our own state of mind. Why ,after all these years ,when such a day has come a million times before,have i thought of this oneness today!why was I not au fait with it before?

Suddenly i felt waves of knowledge surging to explode my heart from within,a whisper from the core of my soul,it said,
'A beautiful painting is a direct reflection of a painter's heart.'
I pondered my mind out and doors began to open one by one.Doors locked in me somewhere deep,carrying answers to the truth about God.Answers that were buried all this time in my soul,by the dirt of worldly teachings taught to me since childhood by humans.
And i thought of the scenery in front of me, the love that mother carries for her child, the emotions of fraternity that let us stand united,the shores that collect sand from endless times,the freshness that a newborn's cheek bears,the shine in his eyes.All speak of God as evermore benignant ,smiling that affectionate smile.I see everything as one.Oneness of the universe fitting perfectly in my one soul,oneness of nature's love and compassion adjusting immaculately  in my one heart.Everything essoterically and exoterically becoming one.All one created by the one.A thousand questions having different doorways but leading ultimately to the one!The beautiful one!The ever so forgiving one who calls us for repentance everytime we lose our track.The caring one who guarantees His love as seventy times more than that of a mother's. Who laughs at our mistakes and says 'its ok'come come again'. Who is still optimistic to be sustaining the world despite all the wickedness of mankind.
I felt buoyant,enthralled by the very implications of this knowledge.The world seemed brighter to explore,life felt real and joyous.My soul felt freer than ever before.Free and open to fly high. But then there was another whisper.an answer to the freedom of soul.

'They don't want your soul to be free,they want their hold over your soul and the society's too..'

So it dawned upon me as to why the great philosophy of life always faced the wrath of clerics and leaders of times. Philosophy gave the answers to finding God in your soul and setting your soul free. Clerics ,on the other hand,justified their superiority and hold over societies by depicting only the wrath of the Almighty.This concept let the male dominated societies to manipulate our faith with the man-made traditions,filled with fear of becoming a victim to God's anger and punishment, to keep their say and hold over our souls.
God has made each soul independently,God has put before us the whole universe that speaks so audibly of his kindness and patience,His clemency and magnanimity. Searching our souls for the answers thus would jeapordize the very credibility and impact of our religious leaders.Setting souls free would break us of all the worldly traditions that keep us entangled in the complexities and rules of society.Finding the truth,the ultimate truth,would let us feel no more afraid of the materialistic concepts about God.

What more clear message can God give to human beings when even through His worship,He is trying to teach us to do good with fellow humans.Prayers help us shun vanity and realize that despite the worldy luxuries we are still answerable to Him.Men of all classes standing in prayers shoulder by shoulder clearly a sign from God that He sees all with the same love.Giving alms makes our soul pious and ramadan builds patience in our anxious worried selves.When God clearly says that i can forgive you for everything but the evil you have done with other human beings,that can only be forgiven by the respective soul. Naive and small as we are,we feel exalted and enlightened over the ones who dont worship.who dont offer prayers. How can we even judge any other soul when the power of judgement lies in God's hands.

But ignoring the human characters rusted with hypocrisy,I see this strange new expression of God.It was there all this time in my very own heart yet my eyes couldnt see before.This God who had always been the most merciful and the most benificent,the GOd whose love for His creations seems as endless as the universe itself.The GOd who inspires us to dare set our souls free of worldly traditions and finding him embracing and rewarding our souls with freedom and paradise.I see the real God as the most understanding one.And it all sparks hope in my very blood.hope of great times to come.hope of becoming as innocent as a neonate,again, with time.hope of repenting over my sins and i close my eyes and feel His miracles in my mind and i dare ask Him one question.
'MERAY GUNAH ZIADA HAIN YA TERI REHMAT
  KAREEM TU HI BATA DE HISAAB KAR KE '
His reply opens up new paths in my JOURNEY TO ETERNITY...

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Rascal Mosquit-eers..BITE ME!!( some time-off soul searching!!)


25th March 2012..Sunday 6AM.
                                                I raise white flag declaring ceasefire and accepting my defeat at the hands of nature. All night long nature and I had been playing hide and seek. One mosquito would bite and run back to its base camp somewhere into the mountains like a Taliban and I would start carrying search and kill operation. BUT ‘what can man do against such reckless hate’ right?
                Thanks to the hours long load shedding that our dear nation is blessed with,my mortein Power-Booster was out of order (power-booster my ass!) and the mortein coil burnt its last smoke of the day. So I was running short of ammunition. But that’s not the point! All night long I tried reading the psyche of this tiny creature. I heard somewhere that whenever one mosquito bites, it sends signals to all other mosquitoes nearby that converge from all directions and share the meal. How unselfish! Even in todays world where no one gives a rats ass about others,she send signals to help her fellows. I mean seriously!! Grow up you loud whining bitch!  Why throw tantrum in the air.if you have infact found blood just thank God for it and quietly DRILL,DRINK AND SLEEP! Why shout out. Get a little cooler man.
                While my side roommate could hear ‘Slaps’ all night long, I kept ruminating about the origin and history and possible significance of this irritating dude in nature. HOW DID IT COME TO THIS? There was a time centuries ago when the white haired ancestor, a big fat ass African mosquito-eer  with banana leaves wrapped around its waist (!!!!????) went straight via nose into the brain of an evil guy and killed it. Though it was destiny but even for that poor dumbass ,he was detracted from his path.i mean how often do you see mosquitoes visiting your nostrils! Sigh..
                HOW DID IT COME TO THIS??HOW?HOW? I wondered. How did they grow so sophisticated with time as to be  using biological weapons of warfare ‘ THE DENGUE VIRUS’ nowadays. The weapon that scares the hell out of even the most pious of Mullahs of Lahore. I thought and thought and ‘slapped’ (myself every now and then with every bite) and kept thinking of methods to get rid of these rascals.and no matter how hard you slap yourself thinking that the mosquito would realize it has made you angry...well the poor thing doesn't. one funny way they use in field is releasing sterile males that compete with others for females and contribute thus in reducing population but honestly what do you think those sterile ones cant bite? Doesn’t matter if it’s a sterile one or the other just like it doesn’t matter if its PPP or PTI, they are all pain in the ass!!
                I am not being personal with the mosquitoes. Its just that I couldn’t find a forum where I could criticize these killers. (its less painful criticizing humans,atleast they reply to your criticism). And no, this isn’t part of quest to FINDING ETERNITY either. Funny enough,after posting this in my blog,I could tag PML,PPP,PTI,Taliban,WAPDA and ‘COOLEST OLD AFRICANS’!!
25th March 2012. Sunday 7AM..
                I am taking a valium along with two anti-histamines. I am not going to wake up now you rascals so BITE ME!!

Sunday, March 4, 2012

WHEN A DESERT NIGHT UNLEASHES THE DARKNESS WITHIN YOU..


In the wilderness of the desert,cold freezing winds gushing through,on a turbulent yet strangely quiet night..the quietness of the kind which echoes through the ears.moon shining down through the tent door from the sky where stars are brighter than ever before..Im lying in a blanket all wrapped up.Letting thoughts take over the night from here on.Distant folk songs filling the vaccuum,their amplitude rising with every wave of wind thats strikes my tent roof and then disappearing into the silence of the depth of the night.Maybe some soldier is playing his radio loud or is it some local vehicle passing by on its way to destiny..i wonder if this is the timelessness.is this what they have been saying all along ,a solution to finding the eternity ..
In the wilderness of desert,i lie silent and still ,as if my single move would beware the winds of my presance.i lie calm and awake.Far far away from the places where men are busy struggling and women gossip all the time,where lights are too luminous to let the darkness of the night reach my heart,where greed and lust prevail and corrupt the purest of hearts that seem helpless against momentum of time that sweep them along.Far far away from that place where LIVES ARE TRADED FOR MONEY OR SECURITY,WHERE GOD EXISTS NO MORE ESOTERICALLY,WHERE FATES ARE DECIDED ON THE BASIS OF ASSUMPTIONS. I am faraway from such lands.And strangely enough ,I feel secure in this barrenness here that is dominated not by people but the One.Oneness prevails here.everything happening around me right now is a perfect trumpet played in a uniquely harmonious way.
'IS THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE DESERT TONIGHT,A MIRROR IMAGE OF MY SOUL?IS THE WILDERNESS OUTSIDE STRINKINGLY SIMILAR TO THE DESERTNESS INSIDE?'...
Or is it just my inner state that is at peace and harmony with God and His ways? Maybe everything that fills the air in the desert exists in the land of people too .then is it just the tranquility of the moment that convinces ,my heart, of my God..?
So many questions ,so many thoughts.Sigh,how much more to fight for what i already fought..maybe ill leave the answers to my lord and try to forget the faithless frauds.Maybe i should stop here lest my mind should handle the TRUTH.Maybe its better to put all the 'maybies' away..and call it a day.and live in this moment of serenity that life doesnt very often bless us with.
in the wilderness of the desert,a distant sound of a lost bird weep...sigh! stop thinking your mind out 'Miim' ..its time to sleep.
in the wilderness of the desert that resembles a heart....

Thursday, February 23, 2012

SIGH.....


I have lost the count of days,the endless agony of breathlessness.Each day i wake up to go back to sleep,swallowing the reality down in deep.Filling hole after hole after hole.My days are spent in running away
from the wild darkness that eludes my soul..

I used to be EARTH once.Stagnant,everlasting,headstrong.Vanity was my shadow all along
until..until I fell..a fall that changed me from within.I felt its currents grow faster..moving,shifting, everchanging
i was the WATER..

As time passed by I began to swim,unfolding my depths layer by layer.I drank it all up sparing no drop.Dancing to the rhythem here and there,fleeing the forces of outside world.I became free and unpredictable,full of flair.I was the AIR...

Passion driven I closed my eyes to the harsh realities of the world which was hiding,waiting for the ambush.
If only they had killed me in time for now i was the force unheard of,a might mightier than customs and norms.I was air no more....but a mindless heartless selfdestroyer.
I was the FIRE!!

War began,all hell broke lose.Earths and waters and winds attacked from every direction.Their rational minds and logics were an evil spell. But fight they couldnt with the heat.. Love resisted with every beat.
The pain felt was strangely sweet.I burnt everything down including my own heart that broke sending its scent up in  smoke..

Ash to ash,dust to dust,nothing remained but the awful thirst.Thirst of something or perhaps someone no longer there.In anguish my dark soul gasped and sighed over the emptiness my dead heart always denied
I was the VOID...


In this hollowness I reside now,a vacuum of endlessness.
Nothing retained but the memories of olden days
when I was bold
when I wasnt old
when I wasnt cold
when I had my  love to hold...






Wednesday, February 22, 2012

ETERNITY IS 'RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW'..


What is this life so full of care 
I don't have time to stand and stare..

In  our quest to becoming the biggest fools,we human beings are continuously tossed around in every direction like a pollen in the winds of past and future.Life never moves smoothly in
proportion to time. Every moment we live in, is either guided by interpretation of our past
or illusion of the future.Consumed fully in the world,fear and hope become the biggest
distractions in achieving eternity..fear of the unknown by a realist and hope for the
'unattainable' by an idealist,we are trapped in the curse of mind and heart,respectively.

But what if we ,for a moment , by living that moment, cut this incomprehensible relation
between life and time.Eternity is always misinterpreted by our shortsightedness, as
something simulating infinity.Something beyond this world.Something related not to this life
but the after-world.
In fact in the world of philosophy and mysticism,eternity means 'TIMELESSNESS'.Escaping the web of time and experiencing life without time's influence on it.Is it possible for an ordinary soul to do so?? Certainly it is, provided we recognize how time influences our present. the answer is simple and already stated earlier.every moment we live is influence by time in the form of :

1- Figuring out our past that is built on nostalgia and memories,some regretful,others
     cherishing.
2-the continuous process of evolving and burning midnight oil in the name of a 'better and
promising' future that no matter what we do remains unpredictable with no guarantee of
expiry date.

These two faces of time continuously blur our vision and don't let us appreciate ETERNITY.if
for only a small period of time,we forget the bright yellows we lost in the past and the
passionate reds that may never come and live in harmony with the present violets and oranges
and the blues.If for a moment we try to escape our past and future and recognize the
blessed present,we will escape the bounds of time and find ourselves floating in the
timelessness where only the gifted 'now' lives! Where eternity dwells.Its in this timeless
vacuum where God can be identified.
A famous dialogue from the movie 'KUNG FU PANDA'..
'Quit... don't quit. Noodles... don't noodles. 
You are too concerned with what was and with what will be.
Yesterday is history, 
tomorrow is a mystery, 
but today is a gift. 
That is why it is called the present.'

Monday, February 20, 2012

Feel His answers..be hurt no more


I hear winds bring  news
of my love,still running around
longing to know my heart,my views
a tireless effort,hardship bound...

o love,be hurt no more for being apart
As I, who could hurt most, am gone
my dear,you stay in the numbness of my heart
only to cherish ,not to mourn.
o love be hurt no more..

o love be hurt no more
I am always your mirror to tell
to tell you about the new you
unbreakable at times of farewell
now ready to fight every hell
so love be hurt no more..

so love be hurt no more
for they can never understand
that God answers not on waterless shore
you have to feel it in the grasp of hand
in the depths of sand
They try clutching it all
A few grains stick to their palm
as reminders of the rest that fall....

so love be hurt no more
for we have felt His answers
in sleepless nights behind bar
but they do not understand 'His'...
just like they did not understand 'our'...

so love be hurt no more
love be hurt no more
be hurt no more
hurt no more
no more
no more.......









Thursday, February 16, 2012

PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS...

Ever wondered why some people around you are so happy and content with their lives while others are found cursing all the time.Does life treat them both differently giving joy to one and tough time to the other?? Do we have to blame life and our world and hold it completely responsible for every bad event we have to face? or is it just the 'we' who are responsible for what the outcome is at the end of the day.? Man is the funniest animal on earth.Everything we do,all the hard work,all our achievements,our struggles..everything is directed towards gaining an ever-lasting happiness and a problem-free life .In this quest ,we forget a very simple rule of our existence that nothing in the world can give us the satisfaction if we fail to find it hidden in our heart.Let me try to put it in the simplest of ways i possibly can.
                                   'Only you are responsible for your happiness'
 The events of mixing,grinding,breaking ,polishing that life makes us go through are same for everyone.No soul on this earth can ever live a completely worry-free life.its a universal law and applies to all.Though the situations may be different. we all must pass through the pain and remorse..of professional failures to loss of dear ones,heart breaking end to ambitions to tragic misunderstandings..Everything you see around you, be it living in a form of parents,beloved,friends to nonliving as big house ,luxurious cars, are just the cards used by time to try your soul.These factors can never be held responsible for our happiness & satisfaction.Unfortunately we little human beings associate our felicity with these tools and in achieving these goals,we start EXPECTING more from them to deliver us the joy and forget a very simple answer to searching happiness that it resides within us.
 But there are those who know the answer to finding inner peace and satisfaction.You see them around you giggling,enjoying ,making jokes,trying their best to have good little moments despite the fact that they are treated hard by time too.They absorb all the pressures that time and age has to offer and stand tall in the most beautiful of fashions and never let the events in life take them down.They are like those floating ducks in the lake..peaceful from outside but just below the apparently calm surface a continous noisy paddling is driving them forward.
 The counterparts on the other hand keep on searching for satisfaction in the world,money and relationships and keep on expecting more and more from these poor items of time which in the end fail to deliver them the inner peace.
Rumi puts it this way.
 THE WASP AND BEE FEED FROM THE SAME FOOD SOURCE;
 FROM ONE THERE COMES THE STING,FROM ONE COMES HONEY.
 BOTH TYPES OF DEER WILL FEED ON PLANTS AND WATER;
 FROM ONE COMES DUNG,FROM ONE THE PUREST MUSK.
 BOTH TYPES OF CANE ARE DRINKING FROM ONE SOURCE;
THIS ONE IS EMPTY,THAT ONE FULL OF SUGAR.
 Nature has been very kind in making Happiness a relative term.In a hot summer day,one may find it comfortable sitting in an airconditioned room while the other would be lying in a cold tree shade outside thanking God for His blessings.A mercedez owner will find it hard to sit in a public van while a poor pedestrian would see the same van as a blessing from God.though both will be in the same state,one would be cursing,one would be satisfied and happy.It is all relative.
 LIFE IS A CONSTANT.OUR PERCEPTION IS NOT! that is why we see such a diversity of thoughts and personalities.All feeding from the same source.But outcomes are different.Some become wise in the end if they percieve accurately .Others fall short and we judge these shortcomings in their decisions in life.
 So my friends,in your PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS,never forget that it lies within you.You just have to understand the reality of things around you and not expect from others to give you what you are looking for.Search yourself out and you'll get the
answers provided your heart is free and mind open.

Friday, February 3, 2012

FINDING THE END OF A THREAD

remember the exam time and objective paper full of multiple choice questions..my fellow BACK-BENCHERS would have an idea that there were certain questions in those MCQs ,the answer to which ,we had no clue of.so we used to think and think and think and always chose the most complicated answer ignoring the easier choices just because they didnt seem to be convincing enough....

same is the case with our quest of understanding the complexities of life.we believe that life is complicated and too hard to understand .so in our search for answers,we think so deep that that we ignore the simple answers to life and our mind is always set to encounter the most complicated of solutions to the problems that life has to offer.simple answers just wont do enough.right!!

one must realise that majority of worldly issues are over-rated.life makes us see only the unsolved issues.these issue continously poke our minds and entice us to think deeper and deeper entangling us into its perplexed thread.we try to solve it but skip the simplest of solutions in finding the end of the thread first.

take some time out.sit in the quiet place and try to relax.let your soul talk to you.who knows you might get all the answers in one go!!


so my friends,think surely but only to solve what is worthed.the answers that could help you find peace in life.the solutions to staying content,positive and purposeful in life.dont plunge too deep into the tempting complexities, answers to which can never be found.ITS ALRIGHT NOT TO KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS...

Thursday, February 2, 2012

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT..


In our life we come across a diversity of feelings and emotions..some of them leave in our heart some great memories..others add to the bad wrinkles on our face.they say grey hair and old age is a book to be read,a story to be heard and a lesson to be learnt.for he has seen so much in life that we still have to experience..is it their failures,success or just the resistance to time they show in life that earns them respect in a society..why do they seem to be the teachers of life when in truth everyone has to lead a different life on a different path with different events and experiences… maybe its because they go through so many feelings that we all have to go through or are going through right now.life teaches you a lot.and its biggest and favourite lesson is the lesson of thoughts and expressions,of love and anger,of guilt and remorse ..that every man has to go through.loss of parents to departure of love,loosing great friends to gaining new ones,shattered dreams to rebuilding new ones..man is Gods biggest creation no doubt.its not just because of our minds that has exalted us above angels.its because of the braveheart and ever positive quest of resisting all that life has to offer and moving on and on in building and renovating our dreams again ..its like a birds nest ,our dreams and quests, that we build in the safest and most secure part of our heart and when the storm of life comes and destroys it all,we cry at the very top of our voice and watch helplessly as the storm settles down…
but what happens the very next morning is that in the quiet of sunrise,u see the same bird gathering up more sticks to form a new nest ,a new hope,a new dream,a new vision..an even safer place..you see the biggest trial to live a life is to actually live a life.
and so God has his own ways to test us,to soften up our hearts and strengthen up our minds to make a journey on our own .a journey through feelings that would eventually lead us to grey hair and wrinkled face with a big heart and a broad mind.a mind broad enough to see our past and smile at it just like that lord smiles at us dearly as we move on..