Sunday, 30 October 2011
Saturday, 29 October 2011
You have to find a few spaces in your life ...
A few moments like oasis in deserts ...
Where you simply close your eyes and go beyond society ...
Move into yourself ...
Into your own womb ...
This is what meditation is ...
Simply close your eyes and forget the society ...
And become alone ...
No rules exist there ...
No character is needed ...
No morality ...
No words ...
No language ...
You can be loose and natural inside ...
Osho
Bulleh Shah...
Baba Bulleh Shah Ne Farmaya:
Kadi mehak nahi mukdi phullan Vichon,
phul sukdey sukdey sukk Jandey,
Koi qader na jany pyar di,
Dil tutdy tutdy tut jandey,
... Koi mool nai jug tay rishtiyan da,
Ay chhutday chhutday chhut jandey,
Kadi pyaar nai mukda dilan Vichon,
Saah mukdy mukdy muk jandey.
Kadi mehak nahi mukdi phullan Vichon,
phul sukdey sukdey sukk Jandey,
Koi qader na jany pyar di,
Dil tutdy tutdy tut jandey,
... Koi mool nai jug tay rishtiyan da,
Ay chhutday chhutday chhut jandey,
Kadi pyaar nai mukda dilan Vichon,
Saah mukdy mukdy muk jandey.
Excerpt from shehar-e-zaat (novel by umera ahmed)
"Yeh rog jawaani main hi lagtay hain amma."
"ghar kiyon nahi jaati?"
"ghar ho to jao(n)."
"ghar chahiye?"
"Nahi?""to phir? woh aurat ab heraan thi, woh bheegi aankho(n) ke saath is aurat ka chehra dekhti rahi.
"Tumhe kiya batao(n) amma kiya chahiye?"
"tu bata to sahi." aurat ne asraar kiya.
"Batanay se mil jayega kiya?"
"Sab kuch batane se hi milta hai. na batane se kese milega.maangna parta hai. kehna parta hai ,minnat kerni parti hai,wajood ke naseeb main hai bhikaari hona bas zaat bhikaari nahi hosakti."
woh sun hogai thi.aik serd leher uski reerh ki haddi main se guzergai thi.is ne sir utha ker boorhi aurat ka chehra dekha tha.
"Wajood ke muqadder main maangna hai. "ZAAT" ka wasf dena haikoi ishq maangta hai,koi dunya aur jo yeh nahi maanga woh khuwahish ka khatam hona maangta hai."
is ne beikhtiyaar is boorhi aurat ka haath thaam liya tha.dono haatho(n) se poori taaqat se yu(n) jese eoh gayab hojayegi.
woh kisi nanhay bachay ki tarah us ka haath paker ker bilaknay lagi thi.
"Us se kaho. mujhe dekhe us se kaho.mujh per nazar kare,aik baar aik lamhay ke liye, main dekhne ke qaabil nahi hoon per us se kaho mujhe dekhe use kaho mere ganday wajood per bhi aik baar apni nazar kare, use to thoker maarna nahi aata.use to dhutkaarna nahi aata. woh to faraq nahi kerta, woh to aas nahi torta."
Is ne ab aurat ka haath chor ker us ke aagay apne haath jorr diye the.
"Tujhe banaya hai us ne to kiya tujhe chorr dega? kabhi maa melay main bachay ki ungli chorti hai ager choot bhi jaye to bacha itna beqaraar nahi hota jitni maa hoti hai. phir Allah insaan ko kese chorr sakta hai. tujhe kese chorr sakta hai.uski nazar main jo aik baar aajata hai phir hamesha rehta hai."
is ne aurat ke mun se aik baar phir wohi alfaaz sunay the.is ne seerhi se take lagali. aik ajeeb si thandak ise apnay hisaar main le rahi thi. buhat gehra sakoon is ke ander uterta jaraha tha is ke aansoo tham gaye the.
"Ghar jaa, ab aur iya chahiye tujhe?"
is aurat ne aik baar phir is se kaha tha.is ne gehra saans leker aankhain band kerli thin.
"Chali jaongi amma! ab waqai aur kiya chahiye."
Barrbaraty huwe is ne aankhain khol di thin, saamnay seerhi per koi nahi tha.woh aurat gayab hochuki thi. woh pursakoon andaaz main wahin bethi rahi is ne use talaash kerne ki koshish ki thi.
Shehar-e-Zaat
"ghar kiyon nahi jaati?"
"ghar ho to jao(n)."
"ghar chahiye?"
"Nahi?""to phir? woh aurat ab heraan thi, woh bheegi aankho(n) ke saath is aurat ka chehra dekhti rahi.
"Tumhe kiya batao(n) amma kiya chahiye?"
"tu bata to sahi." aurat ne asraar kiya.
"Batanay se mil jayega kiya?"
"Sab kuch batane se hi milta hai. na batane se kese milega.maangna parta hai. kehna parta hai ,minnat kerni parti hai,wajood ke naseeb main hai bhikaari hona bas zaat bhikaari nahi hosakti."
woh sun hogai thi.aik serd leher uski reerh ki haddi main se guzergai thi.is ne sir utha ker boorhi aurat ka chehra dekha tha.
"Wajood ke muqadder main maangna hai. "ZAAT" ka wasf dena haikoi ishq maangta hai,koi dunya aur jo yeh nahi maanga woh khuwahish ka khatam hona maangta hai."
is ne beikhtiyaar is boorhi aurat ka haath thaam liya tha.dono haatho(n) se poori taaqat se yu(n) jese eoh gayab hojayegi.
woh kisi nanhay bachay ki tarah us ka haath paker ker bilaknay lagi thi.
"Us se kaho. mujhe dekhe us se kaho.mujh per nazar kare,aik baar aik lamhay ke liye, main dekhne ke qaabil nahi hoon per us se kaho mujhe dekhe use kaho mere ganday wajood per bhi aik baar apni nazar kare, use to thoker maarna nahi aata.use to dhutkaarna nahi aata. woh to faraq nahi kerta, woh to aas nahi torta."
Is ne ab aurat ka haath chor ker us ke aagay apne haath jorr diye the.
"Tujhe banaya hai us ne to kiya tujhe chorr dega? kabhi maa melay main bachay ki ungli chorti hai ager choot bhi jaye to bacha itna beqaraar nahi hota jitni maa hoti hai. phir Allah insaan ko kese chorr sakta hai. tujhe kese chorr sakta hai.uski nazar main jo aik baar aajata hai phir hamesha rehta hai."
is ne aurat ke mun se aik baar phir wohi alfaaz sunay the.is ne seerhi se take lagali. aik ajeeb si thandak ise apnay hisaar main le rahi thi. buhat gehra sakoon is ke ander uterta jaraha tha is ke aansoo tham gaye the.
"Ghar jaa, ab aur iya chahiye tujhe?"
is aurat ne aik baar phir is se kaha tha.is ne gehra saans leker aankhain band kerli thin.
"Chali jaongi amma! ab waqai aur kiya chahiye."
Barrbaraty huwe is ne aankhain khol di thin, saamnay seerhi per koi nahi tha.woh aurat gayab hochuki thi. woh pursakoon andaaz main wahin bethi rahi is ne use talaash kerne ki koshish ki thi.
Shehar-e-Zaat
Friday, 28 October 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Saturday, 22 October 2011
Message to nosy people...
"When you're single, people ask about a girlfriend or boyfriend. When you have a
fiance, they ask about a wedding. When you get married, they ask when will you
two have a baby? When you have 1 child, they ask when is the little brother or
sister coming? When you have another one they ask, why are you having all these
children? When you get divorced, they ask why? If you moved on, they ask why so
quickly? People will NEVER STOP ASKING & TALKING...
if you're proud of who you are & you don't "GIVE A Sugar Honey Iced Tea" about what people think about you, paste it on your wall because it's your life and only you should decide how to LIVE IT....LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE" ♥..
if you're proud of who you are & you don't "GIVE A Sugar Honey Iced Tea" about what people think about you, paste it on your wall because it's your life and only you should decide how to LIVE IT....LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE" ♥..
Shair of the day...
Qismat Hi Se Lachaar Hoon Aye Zauq Wagarna
Har Funn Main Hoon Main Taaq Mujhay Kiya Nahin Aata
Har Funn Main Hoon Main Taaq Mujhay Kiya Nahin Aata
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Monday, 17 October 2011
mere chehre ki do nishaniyan.avi
A wonderful song with a whistlestop tour of some of the very best sights of London....
I know that there are times when loving someone becomes difficult and
that we are bound to get hurt from time to time. Then you realize that after a while you learn..that life does go on...
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and
company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents
aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes ahead...with the grace of woman, not the grief of a
child
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's
ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling
down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of
waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you
really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye,
you learn...
Then After "after a while" you change and build your hopes again. And
pray that maybe this time it will be different. And you hold on to
that hope because in the end that's all you really have..
After "AFTER A WHILE"
After 'after a while'.... You want to hold a hand not to chain a soul
but to enjoy its company, and you want someone's lips to kiss, not
because you are lonely but because you are happy, and you want to give
presents and you want to make promises.
After 'after a while'...You begin to accept your defeats like an
adult, but like a child, will want someone to listen and care, and you
want someone who will build roads with
you today so maybe you can pave the way for your future together.
After 'after a while'...You want someone's sunshine and warmth, but
also accept the rain and the cold, and you want to give flowers picked
from your own garden.
And when your garden is picture perfect, you want it to be more than a
picture even if it means having to be imperfect because you want
someone in it to stay and to live.
Then you'll see that there is such a thing as love... and that you
were made to live in someone else's garden...and you'll know that
there is more to life than yourself.
AND NOW...
You realize that no matter how tightly you hold, if you're meant to
let go, you can And then you will understand that love gives you
reasons to understand even the most complicated situations... And you
will grow older believing that just because you have convictions
doesn't mean you're always right
You will remember lips because of the smiles that made your day, the
words that touched your soul, not only because of the sweet kisses
And as you graciously accept defeat and absorb the meaning of lessons
learned, You feel that you are finally being the person you never
thought you'd be
So, armed with courage, strength and confidence, you will face the
world....head on... With or without an army behind you... Because you
know your worth and that alone is an armour
With more heartbreaks you will cry.... But after every heartache, you
will rise!!
Life is a garden ... it takes long to make it beautiful. But it's
always worth the wait.. *wink*
that we are bound to get hurt from time to time. Then you realize that after a while you learn..that life does go on...
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and
company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents
aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes ahead...with the grace of woman, not the grief of a
child
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's
ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling
down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much
so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of
waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you
really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye,
you learn...
Then After "after a while" you change and build your hopes again. And
pray that maybe this time it will be different. And you hold on to
that hope because in the end that's all you really have..
After "AFTER A WHILE"
After 'after a while'.... You want to hold a hand not to chain a soul
but to enjoy its company, and you want someone's lips to kiss, not
because you are lonely but because you are happy, and you want to give
presents and you want to make promises.
After 'after a while'...You begin to accept your defeats like an
adult, but like a child, will want someone to listen and care, and you
want someone who will build roads with
you today so maybe you can pave the way for your future together.
After 'after a while'...You want someone's sunshine and warmth, but
also accept the rain and the cold, and you want to give flowers picked
from your own garden.
And when your garden is picture perfect, you want it to be more than a
picture even if it means having to be imperfect because you want
someone in it to stay and to live.
Then you'll see that there is such a thing as love... and that you
were made to live in someone else's garden...and you'll know that
there is more to life than yourself.
AND NOW...
You realize that no matter how tightly you hold, if you're meant to
let go, you can And then you will understand that love gives you
reasons to understand even the most complicated situations... And you
will grow older believing that just because you have convictions
doesn't mean you're always right
You will remember lips because of the smiles that made your day, the
words that touched your soul, not only because of the sweet kisses
And as you graciously accept defeat and absorb the meaning of lessons
learned, You feel that you are finally being the person you never
thought you'd be
So, armed with courage, strength and confidence, you will face the
world....head on... With or without an army behind you... Because you
know your worth and that alone is an armour
With more heartbreaks you will cry.... But after every heartache, you
will rise!!
Life is a garden ... it takes long to make it beautiful. But it's
always worth the wait.. *wink*
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Quote of the day
Women need to learn to distinguish between a man who flatters her, and a man who compliments her. A man who spends money on her, and a man who invests in her. A man who views her as property, and a man who views her properly. A man who lusts after her, and a man who loves her. A man who believes he is God's gift to women and a man who remembers a woman was God's gift to man
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Sunday, 2 October 2011
Dialogues from waking life (the movie)
A thousand years is but an instant. There's nothing new, nothing different; same pattern over and over. The same clouds, same music, the same things I felt an hour or an eternity ago. There's nothing here for me now, nothing at all. Now I remember, this happened to me before. This is why I left. You have begun to find your answers. Although it will seem difficult the rewards will be great. Exercise your human mind as fully as possible knowing that it is only an exercise. Build beautiful artifacts, solve problems, explore the secrets of the physical universe, savor the input from all the senses, filled with joy and sorrow and laughter, empathy, compassion, and tote the emotional memory in your travel bag. I remember where I came from, and how I became human, why I hung around, and now my final departure's scheduled. This way out, escaping velocity. Not just eternity, but Infinity.
Creation comes out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.” We came up with a sound for that. “Sabretooth tiger behind you!” We made a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or what is “anger” or “love”? When I say “love” the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love. They say they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. You know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling may be transient, but I think it’s what we live for.
Man wants chaos. In fact, he's got to have it. Depression, strife, riots, murder. All this dread. We're irresistibly drawn to that almost orgiastic state created out of death and destruction. It's in all of us. We revel in it. Sure, the media tries to put a sad face on these things, painting them up as great human tragedies; but we all know the function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world, no! Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them. The powers that be want us to be passive observers. Hey, you got a match? And they haven't given us any other options outside the occasional, purely symbolic, participatory act of voting. "You want the puppet on the right, or the puppet on the left?" I feel the time has come to project my own inadequacies and dissatisfaction into the sociopolitical and scientific schemes. Let my own lack of a voice be heard. [douses himself in gasoline and sets himself on fire]
Creation comes out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.” We came up with a sound for that. “Sabretooth tiger behind you!” We made a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or what is “anger” or “love”? When I say “love” the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person’s ear travels through the byzantine conduit in their brain through their memories of love or lack of love. They say they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead. You know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel we have connected and think we’re understood I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling may be transient, but I think it’s what we live for.
Man wants chaos. In fact, he's got to have it. Depression, strife, riots, murder. All this dread. We're irresistibly drawn to that almost orgiastic state created out of death and destruction. It's in all of us. We revel in it. Sure, the media tries to put a sad face on these things, painting them up as great human tragedies; but we all know the function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world, no! Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them. The powers that be want us to be passive observers. Hey, you got a match? And they haven't given us any other options outside the occasional, purely symbolic, participatory act of voting. "You want the puppet on the right, or the puppet on the left?" I feel the time has come to project my own inadequacies and dissatisfaction into the sociopolitical and scientific schemes. Let my own lack of a voice be heard. [douses himself in gasoline and sets himself on fire]
- The trick is to combine your waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams. Because, if you can do that, you can do anything.
- The worst mistake that you can make is to think you're alive when really you're asleep in life's waiting room.
- Did you ever have a job that you hated and worked real hard at? A long, hard day of work. Finally you get to go home, get in bed, close your eyes and immediately you wake up and realize... that the whole day at work had been a dream. It's bad enough that you sell your waking life for minimum wage, but now they get your dreams for free.
- Man exiting Convenience store: As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough.
- Flaming Guy: The Powers that be want us to be passive observers.
- Boat Car Guy: The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. Saves on introductions and goodbyes.
- Alex Jones with loudspeakers on his car: We have got to realize that we are being conditioned on a mass scale. Start challenging this corporate slave state. The 21st century is going to be a new century. Not the century of slavery; not the century of lies and issues of no significance and classism and statism and all the rest of the modes of control. It's going to be the age of human kind standing up for something pure and something right. What a bunch of garbage! ... liberal, democrat, conservative, republican ... It's all there to control you; two sides of the same coin! Two management teams bidding for control of the CEO job of slavery incorporated. The truth is out there in front of you but they lay out this buffet of lies. I'm sick of it; and I am not going to take a bite out of it! Do you got me?!