Into the Wild

I lay down on my floor watch the little ant worker crawling, unaware of me she crawls in search for food, as she never rest and never lean, she never said anything to me, but she thought me allot , I am amazed by their navigation and communication system, but more then that the loyalty with her family, she sees a drop or water as a sea, she sees a small stone as a mountain, but she never fears to cross or climb them, she helps her self then God comes to help her too, I wonder if she have emotions, she can feel, she can think, she knows off course there is God to help her.....she hums his name when she works.... I said to my self, I can learn, I can learn, I can learn from any thing that exists, everything has a reason to be there. I remember a story now, of a conqueror who sat out side a city after being defeated after trying many times but he can't conqueror , he saw an ant trying to get over a stone, she kept trying unless she succeeded, off course the conqueror also succeeded

I wonder today what to write about , We feel empty some times yet we feel the burden over our heads..... I wonder my body and soul running in different directions...I am standing in the middle... Life is like a train ride . . . we take the train we ride for a while. we get out of it for a while too. We get back on and ride some more. There are accidents also and there are delays. At certain stops there are surprises. Some of these will translate at moments of joy, some will result in profound sorrow. Crying can't help me but crying let me meet me ...... We exist because we think......we think why we exist also ... Watering the flower is easy.....keeping it beautiful for ever is a question... Flowers don't care they are beautiful or not.......they like to makes others beautiful... Nothing is immortal except God, God is closer to me then my nerves... Trick is not to live forever, but to live it by your self... Choices makes us what we are today... Everything that glitter is not g

on the way back to Dubai , we were served by a air hostess, she was really upset at something, so like us all humans, she got her frustration out by serving us in a bad manner, off course , she have to smile, but not from heart as I saw, her eyes were never in sync with her expressions, any ways she served me like that too, she threw what ever she had, and then went on with another passenger....but when she came back to collect things I said to her that she was really great at serving me, and I am very happy about it ( Off course I was happy, a person not in a good mood, doing its job, everybody can't do it :) ), so she smiled back to me...all the sudden I saw a shift in her attitude...her face became red..:), and off course after that it all went well.... I said to my self, how much does it take us to thank others for what they do for us? do we become shorter in size or status if we thank or praise someone?... Any ways the apple juice and the sweets she served me after that wer

This is a story about a rose. A rose grows under the sun. Day by day,she is becoming more and more beautiful. Many people say I love u,rose, A boy came one day, saw the rose, fell in love with her and asked her: would you let me hold you tight? Rose was so eager to be hold tight Since she had never been held tight before, she wanted to know the feeling. So she said to the boy: yes, please, hold me tight The boy did hold her tight,saying:now you belong to me,only me.But the thorns stabbed deep in his fingers. He was bleeding all the time He cried but he would not give up his beloved rose. Rose was happy at first to be held tight. but later she felt breathless.Petals are falling One day,the boy suddenly realized something and throwed rose on the road. He refused to bleed for his love any more. It is not worthwhile, he said Rose lay on the road,shocked and sad to death.she felt abandoned by her lover,felt useless of herself,wanted just to die......... man came, picked up the rose and plan

I wonder why do we observe things and why don't we observe them sometimes? why do a small thing make us cry hard while big things don't make a difference to us....are we sometimes dead? or are we some times alive? Why do we ask questions? Why do we search for answers? Why do we go on the top? Why do we fall? Why is earth moving? Where will it take us? Why am I asking these questions? What am I thinking?

I was with my father last night in intensive care unit, cries of a lady asking for help, calling God didn't let me sleep for a second.....she was in terrible terrible pain...I don't understand the pain...but one thing I understood was that when we are in pain we call our beloved to help us out of it as she was calling God all the time.....I thought what if our beloved one give us pain then who do we call? whom do we share our pain with..... I use to read a popular logo, called No Pain No Gain when I was a kid...I wonder was it right both physically and emotionally? I am still hearing her......calling God :((, I can't stop crying my self....

Well no no, I am not gonna tell you to look in the back mirror while you turn, or give indicator or stop before the zebra crossing or stop when police ask you to stop, or don't bribe police, or the people walking on the road are also humans and you have to respect them this does not all happen here in this country. See the rule is simple "There is no Rule", You have to break the signal, unless you don't break it you don't feel that you have done any thing in a day, see the police please don't run, it wont cost you more than a dolor for any traffic violation...if it is one way road and you need to cross it please watch on both sides of the road because there is no concept of one way in this country also....Don't trust zebra crossing trust your instincts..Zebra Crossing by the way 90% of the drivers don't know what it is made for, oh yeah I forget to tell you, they don't have license also :)....but I am amazed to see that these same guy drive taxis a

On my way back home one day, as I was walking through a very difficult path I met a old blind man, I asked him where did he wanted to go he smiled and looked at me and said you are lucky to find me today people spend all their live to find me but never do, he said he just wanted to go across the road, So I asked him if I can help him, he replied yes, but he insisted he would sit in my heart, as soon as I was about to ask him how, he disappeared, I heard his voice calling me as if really he was sitting in my heart...for the first time in my life I started listening to my heart instead of my mind, suddenly the path looked very easy to me.... I asked him who is he? he said find it your self I asked him where can I find him? he said hearts I asked him, can I buy him? he said you can't buy me with trillions of dollars but yes I am the cheapest thing in this world I asked him will you live with me forever? he said only If you want to I said how did you became blind? he said go ask Adam

I had a flight for Dubai to Karachi, It took me around 1 hr 35 minuets to reach Karachi, but It only took me 2 hrs to get my passport stamp :), no no, it was not the state of emergency at all, I thought to write this blog before I get normal to abnormality :), any how I reached Karachi, as like always flight was late, and as like always no body took the blame also, met a single serving friend in the flight, he was crossing 60's so his thought did shake me a little, I'll write about him some other day :), my journey was comfortable, until I kept my feet on the land of miracles, on the land of 4 seasons at a single time, on one of the most beautiful places on earth. When I reached the passport stamping office, the business class counter was close, by the way it was the only reason I usually take the ticket, so I stood in the long long Que, saw allot of new faces and read allot of new stories, wondered God's calculations....of these people colliding me in life.. It all went

I was talking to one of my very dear friend I asked her about her daughter, she is only 3 years old, I wondered at that time that the best age is our age before schools "NO WORRIES" :), we do what we want to do,we eat what we wanna eat, we play and sleep when we want to :), but..we never remember that time of innocence at all... My Sister also have a kid, he is only 9 months old, he loves the keyboard, I don't know he always type encrypted messages let me ask him to type few words for you wfi'hgdphwg'wg'hwghoewqowhbrobq ;bi42h13[ iq ; skdfnklvsm , nd ; lfaweg 4 goj 3g If any one of you understand this 512 bit AES Encrypted key do let me know :)... I Love kids They come straight from heaven :)... I wish Americans can be more sensible on Sudan and let China help them to live and survive these tough times

Today I talked with one of the religious member of our society,we talked on allot of aspect of religion and society, but over one thing I disagreed with him and that was for me the whole base of the religion , according to him, its the fear which should stop us from doing wrong, as if we are gonna do any thing wrong we are gonna be punished disagreed with him, I told him that Why Fear, can't we stop doing things for the love also, I mean if I don't do something wrong only by thinking that if I do this what will the person I love think of this, Isn't it Fear? Fear not of the punishment, instead fear of the shame we are going to face if our love finds out we did that? What if I also say that for God?

11:50 in the night, writing this down on a piece of paper, as there is no electricity at my place, not to mention its monsoon season, water all the place, telephone lines also dead, no no no, I am not talking about hurricane here, its just a normal drizzle but yeah, its reminding me that I AM Home :), I am enjoying every second of it though when my president is sleeping, or drinking nice hot soup along with crackers not to mention that too...I wonder how are peoples living in this country in the places where they don't even have somethings over their heads, they don't have some thing in there stomach, and also they don't have something under their feet also....we are on;y 60 years old you might say that to me, but China is 59...they are the third biggest economy of the world, is it the population or is it the passion they have...I wish we also have government like China or Russia ...I remember once Hazrat Ali ( RAA ) said, If a dog sleeps hungry in my kingdom, I am respon

I wonder today after watching Marth's stuff toy which she left here, that this is the evidence that she was here, I wonder what is the evidence that I was here in this world, my children? why do I have to give evidence that I exist, my life exists but with out evidence it don't exists at all, Evidence, what is the proof that I am alive, ohh my birth certificate , what is the proof that I have done my school or collage or bachelors or masters or marriage or having money or immigration or even death? "PAPER", Paper is the evidence that I exist..its also the evidence that I don't exist....So I will not waste papers now :) else they have to cut another jungle for that :) I still haven't got any evidence that Mr. Bush can say the word "terrorism" right lol ..I love to see him in this new Comedy Central program "Lil Bush"...by the way he have extraordinary claims but no evidence....hehehe

I love to read and watch stories, they tell us the moments the characters went through, they tell us the decision one makes in those situations and also their after effects also....I sometime wonder Everyone of us have a story, there is nothing called "Coincidence", its the connection of events which join us, for example its the connection of events that might have made you read this blog of mine :)......I wonder our creator have how many stories, how many characters, how many plots how many different endings .....I remember a saying right know which meant something like man is born, nude, wet and hungry, and it goes worst...... I wonder is it God who write our story or is it our selves..my dear friend and I believe we write it our selves....:).. Yeah I know there is nothing new in this blog :)..... but still isn't it the coincidence that both of us think alike :) A good blog(story) is a good blog(story) no matter who writes it. I am gonna see my dad today as Forrest'

I watched a snail...crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That`s my dream. That`s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering... along the edge... of a straight razor...and surviving. I still remember these lines from "Apocalypse Now (1979)", I thought at that moment for Col. Kurtz that he have to be fit, as Fittest always survive, but is it the fittest who always survive, NO I don't think so, Its the one who adapt fast........ hmm Fitness and Adaptability to survive anything :). Today I remember Col. Kurtz words perfect, genuine, complete,crystalline and pure, may be he is here to help me I remember he said something like I've seen the horrors , horrors that you` ve seen. You have a right to kill me but you have no right to judge me.....It`s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror, Horror has a face and you must make a friend of horror, horror and moral terror...are your friends. If they are not...then they

I remember Forrest Gump , If you might have seen the movie where our dear Forrest starts running, and than somebody asks him Why are you running? and then Forrest replies "I Felt Like Running", I never understood those line, I wonder why did he felt like running, why do we also feel like running sometimes also, away from the world, to find the place of peace, away from the responsibilities also.....I wondered is it easy to die or is it easy to live, I guess its very hard to live, (NO NO I am not going for suicide attack :) ), unless the earth is rotating there are gonna be problems because earth rotates anti clock wise I guess...... My sister use to ask me when I was young, may be very young, when are we more sad? The time someone is lost or the time someone dies?, I always use to tell her it the time someone dies, But now I understand she was right, its the time when some one is lost, as the hope raises and dies again and again.........everyday that we would find them back a

As like waiting whole our lives, we keep on loosing also, first as a kid we loose our innocence , then we grow up we sometimes loose our old toys or our old friends as they go somewhere, then we loose our school friends as we go away to the collage, we loose the old books, the old pen we use to write with, old friends we use to play with, then we loose our sisters or brothers as they get married and find their worlds............ Most of all we also loose the love we find in our life's too... than the age than the children....... I guess loosing is also a habit :). This blog is very premature , I would edit it later on....I can't gather my thought today :(

I remember the animated movie beauty and the beast where there was a flower in the glass, it was called love, it wanted constant air and constant support of others to live. It made me wonder sometimes, that love is like a Temple, we with our love build it up, taking the pain and giving the smiles, small or big, we build it......but sometimes one word or a moment or a single misunderstanding crash that Temple, which took us ages to build, yeah you might say it should have made of steel than, but than may be Al- Qaeda would have attacked it :)..... I talked to my friend yesterday, she have lost her love, she said to me never love in life else you would cry, as all the friends she knew have cried in the end...I wonder how lucky are the people who find there true loves :), Just like Mr. Bush finding the chair of president :)

I sometimes wonder, while eating that the thing which I am eating have been touched by so many hands, it has crossed so many lands, I don't know where it was cultivated or in case of meat where was that animal slaughtered. I wonder how people would have looked after it or grown it up, watered it, then took them off the trees, the air that touched it, the water that help it grew, the people who grew it, might be alive or dead, still living the poor life while I enjoy the good meal. I wonder if I eat it after a while it would be hot or it would be cold, its taste would be different, may be today it is different tomorrow it would change. There is a saying that our food follows us just like our death, I wonder God have also calculated the food we eat, if he have calculated that than we can't get more than that or even less than that than why do people fight over it?.........:) Have a nice meal than :)

How many times we might have been told that get ready for anything, prepare for the worst to happen, no I am not talking about having oxygen masks, I am talking about relationships, they say prepare and make your mind for anything in relationship with your friends, or your relatives or any one close to you, I wonder sometimes what if we have calculated all the endings of a movie, will we enjoy the movie than?. Life is beautiful, when it comes in shape of surprises we enjoy it more, we smile and laugh and we cry till our eyes become dry. I also wonder why we treat people as constants, why do we only expect good or bad from them, I mean life is the name of constant change we also change so do they. Why is it that we expect others to be always sweet or always sour? They are humans, they are not entities. I got to prepare my Jasmine tea now I hope it would be same like always.

As being single I have to cook for myself : ), no I don’t have a partner and I also don’t like the idea of eating from outside everyday too, the idea is simple “Follow the instructions”, written in the cook book . I wonder, if life can also have a cook book, yeah you might say we can use the lives of the successful people as the cook book, but where would we bring the luck they had… you might say we can use the holy scripts than, but where can we bring the force to fight the devil, you might say right your own recipe of life than, but again it might come out good or bad than. I wonder sometimes why is in life we always want to experiment with things, we fall in the ditch and then learn the lessons the hard way off course. Look at Americans they learnt the lessons in Vietnam and now in Iraq……:), hmm it makes me wonder if Mr. Bush can spell terrorism LOL. Anyways thanks God my food came out to be very good, hope you also follow the instructions in the cook book too :). Edited On Septembe

I sometimes wonder, whats the most important thing in our lives, is it the smile of our children, or is it the first drop of rain or is it the sun shining over our heads, is it the first kiss or is it the pleasant touch by an angel, is it the wealth we own or is it the health we own, is it the sky filled our heads or is it the land we walk on, is it the dreams filled our lives, is it our future or is it our past, is it our friends or is it our enemies , is it our attitude or is it our aptitude or is it the altitude we gain, is it the happiness for others or is it for our selves, is it the belief we have or is it the disbelief we have... Humans are never satisfied with any thing, you don't believe me look at mr . gates :), or for that matter look at qaroon who by the way had only the keys more than the wealth of mr . gates (In the times of Moses). I don't know what is important for you, I am gonna catch some fresh air today, my health is very important to me :)), by the way

I remember Hazrat Yaqoob (P.B.U.H) (Jacob) waited for 14 years to get married to his love, in between he had 6 children also with her elder sister, those of you who might not know Hazrat Yaqoob (P.B.U.H) ( Joseph ), I remind you that he was the Father of Hazrat Yousaf (P.B.U.H), yes the most beautiful man God have ever created, who was so beautiful that women cut their fingers and never felt the pain when he pass by them. These incidents make me think of two things today, first if we see really beautiful things in front of us we can take the pain, All our lives we see our future beautiful and than take the pain but I wonder today is the future...I am also getting confused here, any suggestions please put them in the comments Second thing is about the Patience Hazrat Yaqoob had, for 14 years he waited for his love. Waiting is beautiful, again only if we are waiting for something very beloved to us. I remember Mozart Operas where the warriors are die and they are standing on the