THE 21st PARAGRAPH...OF MY LIFE

Gestures ~ Miscalculated Poetries by Misunderstood Poets

2011-09-02T21:37:00.005+05:30

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Behold! for my book is here :D

Gestures - Miscalculated Poetries by Misunderstood Poets

The book is available at Flipkart here : http://www.flipkart.com/books/8182532515
and at Cyberwit here : http://www.cyberwit.net/publications/316

Of course Gestures is a group effort, and the announcement is not complete without mentioning about all the people who made Gesture a reality. Thankyou, Yaseen, Nikhil, Rinzu and Swati. You guys are simply amazing.

Also, how can i forget to mention Saim who actually got me that wonderful bio, which i hold the bestest in the book. Thank you so so much.

Why are you still reading? Go buy the book and read that ;)

Safar

2011-05-10T07:56:00.007+05:30

चलते चलते मैं रुक जाती हूँ,.
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.
मुड़ के एक बार देख लेती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि अकेले ही तो चली थी,
दिल को फिर समझाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

कभी कोई तितली मिल जाती है,
तो पल भर को ठहर जाती हूँ,
नज़र भर को देख लेती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि कई रंग है बेरंग दुनिया के,
एक नया रंग देख पाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

कभी कोई नदी आ जाती है,
तो उसके साथ हो लेती हूँ,
फिर मोड़ पे अकेली हो जाती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
की सब साथी नही सफ़र के,
फिर एक साथी छोड़ जाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

कभी ठोकर लग जाती है,
तो गिर के संभल जाती हूँ,
कई बार रास्ता ही बदल जाती हूँ,
अगर भूल जाती हूँ,
कि लंबा सफ़र है, जल्दी नही अच्छी,
कुछ देर ठहर जाती हूँ,
अगर बहुत मैं थक जाती हूँ.

चलते चलते मैं रुक जाती हूँ,.
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.
मुड़ के एक बार देख लेती हूँ,
अगर बहुत दूर चली आती हूँ.

P.S. It's been long. Exactly 21 years long ;)

The Law of Procrastination

2010-08-31T16:52:00.004+05:30

So it’s been like a week since I am thinking of writing a post on my blog…you know just to make sure that this place doesn’t die out like all my other interests…seriously...I am something like the most promising procrastinator.."no matter what I start..from where I start..I am bound to leave it halfway without completing the same until and unless an external force (read : life and death situation) is applied therein"..and also coz I had nothing to talk about..anyways coming back to the topic (which I just accidentally chose)..The Law of Procrastination.

This law of procrastination applies rather has continued to be applicable on all the things I have ever touched from the day of my arrival on this once beautiful earth..i learned to walk when I was of some 15 months (that’s late as per my mom’s standard) and spoke a proper sentence when I was nearing the age of two..though I never stopped after that..

I believe the reason I skipped my LKG and UKG was because of my adherence to this law subconsciously.. needless to say that I was always the last person to do assignments and studied the night before the exam (still do)..

Once I was left on my own I was the last to reach for the bus and so was mostly recognized as the-girl-who-makes-the-conductor-grumble-early-morning or simply the-girl-who-runs-behind-the-bus-till-school-gate.. And now when I have a little extra pocket money and literally no time on hand to spend, I just catch an auto to work and end up paying the auto wala munh maangi keemat on the face of non-working-chennai-auto-meters.. later on that..

Now when I am thinking of it I think I joined CA under the effects of the same law…I was too lazy to read all those college brochures, or attend some career counseling sessions or go through those painfully simple looking sites that I took whatever came on my way.. partially because of this and partially because now its easier to say that I was not the one who chose this for me.. Notwithstanding however absurd or stupid it may sound..

Moving on..fast forward skipping the most cruel 3 years of articleship one can imagine to undergo…present day…shucks I have an audit report to complete..and I can’t start it..not even think of starting it…simply because FIRST its all a long repetitive work and the more the work gives me the feeling of déjà vu..the more I postpone it..

SECOND no matter however lazy I may be..I have a distinct style of my own..you guessed it right, just like everyone else.. and am simply not a Ctrl+X Ctrl+Y Ctrl+V person.. (are the shortcuts correct?? I am so a right click person) so much that even if you show me an answer in the exam hall I won’t copy it..khuddari you know (and also because I don’t trust your geniuses) ..so I guess it’s going to lie there all neat, clean and untouched till my boss is back…or till we lose the client.. Whatever happens earlier..All thanks to the law of procrastination which hangs to my neck like an Albatross..

One may think how the law only applies to the field of academics.. Absolute nonsense unlike all other hyped laws this one is fully completely universal..and applies to every individual with a variance of ±5 on all life’s situation.. for example I eat my lunch only at 4 and sleep till 12..a.m /p.m doesn’t matter..and am not just talking about Sundays.. don’t ask me how.. and I am always the last person to reach a gathering… the more important it is the more late I will be.. People often show me a face for it while I shamelessly recite the song “Main der karta nahi der ho jaati hai” (ironically from the film Heena)..

You see my friends, unlike those lucky believers of astrology, I have only the law to blame.. and this was a small account on how the Law of Procrastination governs one’s life..For more such nonsense by-heart my blog address..

**Breaking News : Sources has revealed that deeper researches suggest that those 2% people who clear their CA in one go may be considered exempt from any said effects of this law..you see its not for the hardworkers..it’s for the smart ones.. someone who dare to manage a lifetime’s work in a few hours ..often in seconds..if its dressing up for a movie..

Gender Holocaust

2010-07-02T16:31:00.002+05:30

Dear Daughter,

I don’t know if you are ever going to find this
letter or if you find this, whether you will be able to read it and with all my
heart I wish you will be able to read this. But by God’s mercy, and I want you
to know that He is very merciful, if you ever find this letter please know that
I love you and will love you the same forever.

My lovely daughter,
you look so beautiful. You must have got this from your father’s side. They all
are so beautiful and so rich, but sadly so ungrateful. I love you my princess,
and I want you to learn to be grateful the way I am today, thanking the Almighty
for the most precious gift I have ever received as I hold you in my arms.

In your walk of life, I want you to be independent too. The world is
undoubtedly beautiful, but evil exists everywhere, like air. If you don’t stand
up for yourself, you will probably end up standing where I m today - helpless
and weak.

Something… something in you tells me that you are a
special child of God, and that you will have enough strength and wisdom to
protect yourself and hold your happiness near. Wish I could hold you the same
way, forever.

Though at times, we have to learn to let go. It’s the
hardest part, at times inevitable. But the day you will learn it, you will be
able to face and accept the strange ways of life and the mysterious paths of
destiny. This will help you to grow up into a strong child. I am going to count
days till then, and I for one, will be very proud of you that day whether I
could get this to you or not.

My daughter, you are my world and I
wish you all the luck in life. Remember, the water constantly struggles before
it cuts deep great mountains. This world we witness today is a result of
constant struggle. Everything around us does its job fighting all odds and
exists together to make this world complete. But ultimately it is the survival
of the fittest.

Always, my dear, give in your best, push your limits
to know what your limits really are. But above all, identify at least one soul,
apart from you, to share the benefit of what you did. For me, I know it’s you.
You will be happy and agree with whatever I did, the day you read this letter.

When you read, appreciate the knowledge more than the learning. Here
in your real home, education is an identity. Everyone is highly educated, but I
wish I could say the same for their knowledge. Please, my princess, if you get a
chance, I want you to seek knowledge before you earn degrees.

If all
here would have done that, they would have loved you and adored you the same way
as I do. They would have wanted to keep you badly, as I do. They want you now
also, but I cannot let them have you. God has sent you down with a fate already
written and I am not letting them destroy this beautiful plan of God.

I can live my dear, with your image in my mind, knowing that you are
safe far away, than cry over your grave in the backyard of this magnificent
palace.

You are a girl, a beautiful and charming girl, and that’s a
blessing my princess. That’s no crime. I cannot let them punish you for
something you never did. I am letting you go today, only to let you grow
tomorrow into an amazing woman of name and spirit.

With all the love
and helplessness in the world, I seek your forgiveness for not being there with
you at your every step. If I come along, they will find us both, but alone you
can live. I promise my prayers will always follow your paths.

Love
and Prayers,
A Mother.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, she held her baby tight for one last time. Then as in a flash of lightening, she remembered the brutal decision of her in-laws on her daughter’s birth. She carefully separated the tiny breathing soul from herself, folded the letter and with blurred vision placed it in the folds of her baby’s clothes.

She wiped her tears to get one last clear view of her own torn away part. She kissed her on her forehead and said a small prayer, in the dim lights of the dawn. A cool breeze hit her face and as nature agreed with her, she softly said ‘Amen’ and turned away only to never return back. Her baby, unaware of her fate, was still asleep in the comfort of her warm clothes at the doorsteps of the House of God.

The story may be a figment of imagination but is picked up from a real mother’s life’s tragedy. May be from one among the many mothers, who could not see their baby being killed before their eyes. Other 5,00,000 opt for selective abortion, thanks to our advancement in science and regression in humanity. Some even manage to gather enough guts to kill their own child by feeding them dry unshelled rice to puncture their windpipes or some poisonous fertilizer and salt to increase their blood pressure, or simply stuff them in clay pots or hang them by waist and shake them to break their spinal cord. All this on the land where killing girls is no big sin!

Deliberately I am skipping census statistics here. The very disturbing ways and unreasonable grounds for killing a girl child should be enough to highlight the cruelty. And this is no new concept but an age old practice which continued to grow with and within civilizations. People are so afraid to afford a girl child that one should not be surprised at catchlines like “spend 600 rupees now and save 50,000 rupees later” of many mushrooming ultrasound scanning centers.

There was a time when a girl was crowned for her famous answer that ”The origin of a child is a mother, and is a woman; and a woman is one who shares love; and shows a man what love, caring and sharing is all about.” I don’t think that was long ago. But I do know that it’s a wonderful theory which is believed by everyone and cared by none. We, as human, are on the verge of killing our own race. And killing girl child is the surest and fastest one.

Related Quranic verse :
With shame does he hide himself from his people, because of the bad news he had! On sufferance and) contempt, or bury it in dust? Ah! what an evil (choice) they decide on? (Quran 16:59)

The start of 20th Paragraph..

2010-05-10T13:48:00.002+05:30

My God! It has been more than two months since I wrote a post here...So many things happened around..like the WRB, the Hockey team (Yes! I was excited about it), the Modi-Tharoor Controversy, the Cheerleaders and the usual extreme up and downs of my life…still I was unable to gather my thoughts at one place to give them shape of a post.

Now when I look at my watch its around 3 in the morning…it’s one of those nights I stayed awake until the wee hours of morning during the so called study holidays…seriously, whoever invented the idea of these study holidays must have been an introvert or an antisocial, anti-fun person or just plain weak in vocabulary…afterall what do holidays have to do with studies??? Holidays by nature are ex-studies..(God! My accounts taking over my vocab now) then how can you term this boring period of excessive pressure as holidays?? Kher, Whatever, many things in this world are better left untouched.

So, its clear that am supposed to be studying now but obviously am bored to death and so I thought I shall grace my blog by my presence, well post-dated presence :D :D..this post is supposed to mark the successful completion of my 20th trip around the sun…Yes! My Friends, I finally leave my teenage to enter into this scary age of what they call, responsibility..not that responsibility leaves you at any stage of life..but I have always seen the end of teens as the beginning of responsibility’s lecture by anyone and everyone who is free for the day..

heee..heee...heee... :D :D

At times it makes me wonder if we are ever allowed to do something new? I totally agree with importance of age and experience, but creativity has to come from something new, something free..The youths must be allowed to imagine, dream, invent and explore..until and unless we step out from the past, we really can’t design the future..and creativity is like water…if you let it flow, it will go on enriching the surroundings until it reaches its goal..but if you keep it stagnant..it will attract flies and mosquitoes..The choice is always yours!

Filhaal, the choice is definitely not mine, today is supposed to be my birthday and I am writing exam at this time (Only if I am not dead by today!)..Imagine writing exam on your birthday :( :( that also of Costing.. God! did you choose this day out of purpose :( :( .. or is it ICAI..it always keeps on searching ways to make students’ life hell..like withdrawing transfer rules for article assistants… it’s a total slavery you deaf ICAI. ..SLAVERY!

Anyways I should get back to studies…morning is soon to be here..and it’s only in nights that I can study..(I know what you are thinking! But I still eat veggies and no blood :P)..days are meant to sleep..they anyways are full of distraction and people :/...Anyways friends take care…may be one day I ll be able to get back to proper blogging (that reminds me that i am supposed to change the name of this blog..only if i ll get time..Sigh!) and minimum rambling :P till then, Allah hafiz :)

P.S. If you have forgotten to shop for my B'day Gift! You still have time..rush to your nearest gift store until stock lasts :D :D

You can run and hide..but life wont leave you alone

2010-03-16T16:41:00.007+05:30

Recently I happened to watch a Tamil movie, of course complete with English subtitle, called Anbesivam. It had this wonderful line among all other super dialogues in it

“You can run and hide..but life wont leave you alone”.

And now more I think of the dialogue more I fall in love with its realistic-ness (is that a word??), practicality and relevance. Life goes on, it just never ends. Time keeps doing thing at its pace, the only thing we need to do is to follow it at the same pace. If we are able to do so, we are living a satisfied life, if we are fast, an excited one and if slow, well, that’s the time where this quote helps to uplift your spirit.

The best thing about bad times is that it gives you time. Actually the second best thing. It will burden you with endless, directionless, absurd and abstract thoughts and render you totally jobless. Now being jobless may seem like a dream come true in this fast moving world, but being busy with your thoughts, alone, is horrible. It’s like having nightmare chase you even in the broad daylight. You will want to run, may be hide or in the worst of cases, end it all in one shot. Or at the second thought you can wait!

Accepting life might pose a big hurdle. A broken spirit, shattered expectations, clueless paths and what all not, in midst of such disaster finding a light which promises shine is one big challenge in itself. And then at times you even don’t have enough time to wait and things seem like an ever increasing pile of problems. No matter if the start of this unfortunate part of life was big or small, our attitude and confusion only make it worse and we tend to hate the upcoming moment before it can surprise us with something wonderful.

This is the time when you need to start taking things slow. Leaving one thought after another, slowly. It will take time for sure. A great deal of it. But eventually, one will discover that it’s possible. And as one of the really talented blogger writes “May be waiting isn’t all in your plans , but at some point in the journey called life, you might want a mind set to give up what you have planned to accept Life” Believe me Life really never leaves you alone, even in the worst of scenario. If all walk out, your life will still be there with you. So why leaving such a good friend? Every other second of life is an unopened gift box, it’s in our hand whether we care to open it with a smile.

And yeah, the first best thing about bad times is that it never stays for long. So who knows, the wait might last only for a little while.

Why-O-Why Dear Lions!

2010-03-11T15:59:00.007+05:30

There was a sign at Anna Zoological Park on some Chimp's prison...

Imagine Yourself at their place.
DON'T TEASE ANIMALS

..followed by a pic of a man inside that cage and animals teasing him from outside. Well we happened to be in a similar situation...not in the prison...but in a bus well protected by net made of wires..when we went out for Lion Safari in the same Zoological Park.

Now everyone knows how kids are excited to see animals...(fine i get it that i am 19, but i ll always be a kid at heart)..they scream, they make noises...they point fingers...and they try to talk in animal's lingo also...

And guess what happened when we were in the bus..AND THE LIONS OUT..ALL FIVE OR SIX OF THEM..MOVING AROUND...

Guess...

well...they were just NOT INTERESTED in us ..huh!

They didn't roar, not even a squeal... people on the bus cried theirs lung out...screaming at them and roaring at them as if teaching a baby how to speak..and the lions...they got up and moved to a different place..some lazy ones just looked up to us and then back to the ground.

Why-o-why Dear Lions have to break Little Gul's heart :( Insaan to insaan ab to jaanwar bhi unreliable rehgaye...dil k armaan aansuo.n me beh gaye. :(

Ye aankhen utha k zara dekh to lete :(

The white tiger though was a little upset from me...and roared while walking here and there...and little me loved it.. :)

P.S.

1. It's supposed to be my 50th post and i dedicate it to ~~Lions, Animals, Lovely and Amazing ME~~ to our National Animal...the TIGER..(i know white tiger is not the one..but hey it might be our Tiger's brother and also he roared at me :D lols. ) because like our National Game, which i so loved watching :( our National Animal too need us...with only 1411 left of them.

2. I know I am sounding insane...i a m a l i t t l e t o r n a p a r t...ll be back with some better stuff when iamalltogether.. [ yup! this is abridged from somewhere i don't care to remember ;) ].

Adios!

Shattered Expectations

2010-03-04T16:49:00.004+05:30

I come down to my knees
to please you..
to worship you..

But like all worldly Gods..
you turn gray
and run away.

Not realizing my
bleeding heart lays
beneath your feet..

You walk away crushing
the last hope
i hold to breathe

I don't know why
i fall so low
coming near your toe

What i want is small
i want you to hold me
and break this fall

Am i asking for
something big
you dont wish to give?

Say it again

2010-02-27T12:32:00.006+05:30

Say it again, Oh Baby! Say it again
Let me be clear, Let me hear it again
Let me see my world fall apart
Oh Baby! Let me witness my part

I tell you I am not strong
But I know, I have to take this along
I know the words you will convey
Oh Baby, but if you should, then you may

Don't hide it, don't fake it anymore
Go if you want to, just say it once more
Don't worry if it will hurt, if it will pain
You see Dear! It's about love and loss, not gain

So, Say it again, Oh Baby! Say it again
Let me be clear, Let me hear it again

It's not easy, to see this fall
But it's harder, to carry this all
So It's better, you kill me right here
Oh baby, Don't bother about every year

When I look down in your eyes, today
I see no place, nowhere for me to stay
I knew you would leave me, somehow
It's a bit early Dear, But if it is, let it be now

So, Say it again, Oh Baby! Say it again
Let me be clear, Let me hear it again

And while you walk down the other way
For one last time, let me ask you this straight
You remember, the other day when you came
Was it only to leave me, all over again?

Thinking over things...lately!

2010-02-02T20:58:00.006+05:30

World is full of so many surprises…they make you laugh...they make you cry..But ultimately they add up in your experiences and make you a mature person...No matter which road you take...What choices you make...You will always achieve what’s already written on your fate…and no one else can realize this better than me… (by the way did u realize that those four lines actually rhymed) I think I am the Queen in the game of fate..have seen it change so closely and so dramatically that I am sure my life could be easily made in a chart bursting movie…I want Vishal Bhardwaj to do the music please :D :P

Why I am back to blabbering again? Well there are loads of reason to it...First of all I am too busy to think...So am back at what I am best at...Speaking without thinking...And that doesn’t mean speaking senseless stuff..But speaking what mind and heart thinks and the first instance...The pure and innocent thought...I love spontaneity...that’s so me :) …Second reason there are too many things happening at the same time..They make me think…yes I am capable of doing so x-(...Thirdly...My blog badly needs a new post...eeks! its getting dusty here…So here I am.

First of all A very happy B’day to my little, mighty, thinny, sweetu, intello Bro..

!!HAPPY BURRDAY ZAID!!

(he is the one in the rusty red shirt)

Live long and thoda gussa kam kariyo iss saal..pata hai kya..you became an adult..:D :D lolz…you are 18..still 2 young 4 me to believe..

Second and probably the most important thing I am going to speak about is about the people who think they are the BOSS! I so wanted to write about it from long but then was too afraid to do that…I am still confused whether I am brave enough...but I just want to write and get it done...I know Dhir is gonna like this..

Some people who think they have a little power in their hands think others’ life belongs to them. Life tak ki baat hoti tab bhi shayad I would have not been this angry and frustrated...but then you want someone to surrender their dignity before you…what you think you are...that’s just not acceptable...You have to understand that if you are surviving its only because someone else is putting his/her heart and soul in your work...You can step on their heads and climb to the highest possible peaks….but don’t torture them to an extent that they remove their head underneath your feet...and you come down tumbling and falling upside-down..Remember world is round and what you give comes back to you..

Worst is that all those who call themselves professionals and are practicing so called “professionalism” have not even a hint of the meaning of the word….you may have education..but you are an empty head sans knowledge…you may have tailored suits but no conscience inside to wear..you are a father to 18 years old girl and you make your employee’s life miserable..what kind of human you are…stray dogs have standard before you…wish I could stand before you and speak to you..but maybe I am just too afraid of your character to have the courage ..but certainly you have proved that it’s a man’s world…and being a woman is a challenge….i am lucky not to have encountered such a situation..but I pity those whom you have eyed…you are all the symbols known to the people of Roadies, Splitsvilla, Emotional Atyachaar etc….

Deep breath..!!

That’s one thing which was troubling me from many days..more I think more it troubles..if it could happen to your friend/colleague/ neighbor, imagine how close it was to happen to you…get Goosebumps whenever think of it…

Anyways, the main purpose of this post is to tell that I might not be blogging for the coming 3 months..I have exams in May and have literally got the one and only chance to give my best…have absolutely no reason to give to my temptations this time…Just pray friends that I am able to make it..Rest I know Allah is all kind to make happen what should suppose to be happening in my best of best interest :)

And yeah! Forgot to tell lately I have been all smiles..thats after I got hospitalized for one week..sick viral fever..I am underweight….though weigh more than Kareena..but underweight…anyways happiness has got nothing to do with my hospitalization..that was just an update…I am happy because some sweet people are making it so for me :)…lately I have started getting those chubby cheeks back..lets see if its because of that magical curve which sets things right :)

IT Dept says : It’s OK to forget your Father’s name

2010-01-13T12:50:00.009+05:30

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Office is fun. You gotta admit that. We are some sort of Chartered Accountants and because our government is trying hard to be widely branded as tech savvy or at least catch-up with the bird called Internet (of which they have absolutely no idea!), they require us to file some qualifying asessees' returns online. And for all this info (which just passed over your head) we require the EXACT name written on the PAN Application form (submitted ages ago) and because all our client hate keeping records, we end up calling the Income Tax Department every time.

IT Dept. is one step ahead of us. They will only speak to the Asessee (as if all rich people are literate and they will understand this long process and agree to talk to IT Dept!) and not to the agents or any associates.

We are the sandwiched species. If we can’t get the EXACT name submitted ages ago, boss will kill us, and IT dept. will no ways give us the name for they are partners in our tortures :(. We the enlightened (not to forget sandwiched) species devised a new way in all this tension, for necessity is the mother of innovation.

We made one of our colleague to speak to those extra cautious IT People as a 58 year old un-concerned Client named Abubacker...What happened after that is the history you ought to know:

Colleague: Hello Sir, I want My PAN Details as submitted in the beginning to file my returns online.

IT Dept.: Your name Sir

Colleague: (In his young 20 year old voice, calling the 58 year old guy's name) Abubacker.

IT Dept.: (On checking records and discovering an astonishing fact) You are 58 year old Sir?

Colleague: Yes Sir! (Making his voice a little coarse) Now may I have my PAN Details?

IT Dept.: One Minute Sir.(Confused) May I know your father’s name?

Colleague is now stunned, looking at everyone and suddenly realizing he doesn’t know his (Or Abubacker’s) father’s name..He motions to others and all are searching for the file for good 20 minutes)

Colleague: (To break the silence on the phone) One second sir..just a minute..

And then a sigh of relief...We got the file and the exact paper which has Abubacker’s name.

Colleague: (Struggling to read the name) its..Aa - Aa - M - I - R..Its “Aamir” sir.

And the conversation goes on for another fifteen minutes for which colleague ends up flipping every single paper in the file. But somehow the Chartered Accountancy student succeeds in making a fool of that paid Sherlock Holmes of IT Dept. and get the exact PAN Details (even when he forgets his father's name).

Moral of the story: It’s OK to forget your Father’s name. :D

Watchout for JaimyLiz

2010-01-09T12:56:00.005+05:30

All the world is writing and as if it was not enough the new saviour-of-the-world, pronunciation-expert, that’s-out-of-fashion-commenter, miss. Perfectionist has decided to give me a run for my followers. The girl-just-so-not-next-door and perhaps the perfect living human being (or how she likes to call her as) has gifted the blogging world her gracious presence. Beware people. Jaimy is blogging @ JaimyLiz.

She is a dear friend and perhaps the bestest of bestest critics. Honest to the core (so much that at times u just hope she lies). A great friend in need and when you don’t need. Guidance you ask and a new world of opportunity she shows. A creative mind directed by and dedicated to God. At times she is too emotional and at the other hand she is just so brave. We were just mirror to each other until I got matured and she chose to remain the same :P.

One thing I can assure you is that if u chose to follow her blog you ll be shaken or rather challenged at your beliefs, your style quotient, your sense of humour and everything which she chose to write about. She is one right person in one wrong profession. Chartered Accountancy needs her brain but Law is where she could have used her real talent- debating. Her thoughts are simple and very straight forward- this is so and so it is. Simple and Final.

There is a lot ot know about her but this is no testimonial just a simple introduction. But still why am I writing thesis on her is only coz I love her and am sure you will like her too (and also because she wrote about me so I had to return the favour :P ) Don’t forget to check out her blog.

P.S. Jaims I wrote what you wanted me to write…ab to I can wear mera jhinga lala wala dress..pls :(

Letting You Go

2010-01-07T22:49:00.005+05:30

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I am lost, figuring unknown path
I am bleeding, inside my heart
I am quite, wanting to cry
I am alone, attempting to die

No,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I loved, as if love is immortal
I smiled, as if happiness lasts longer
I believed, as if promises never break
I trusted, as if worlds all saint

But now,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

I have seen, tears flooding my way
I have felt, moments decay
I have experienced, love betraying
I have witnessed, commitment dying

And so,
I have to let this go
To live, to smile, to breathe
I have to let you go
To cry, to lighten, to be free

P.S. Last modified on my PC on 10.25.2009 @ 5:41 pm

A Journey, A Blessing - Hijab

2010-01-03T19:28:00.008+05:30

This is the time (belated) for my favorite topic and newest passion – My hijab. This is not the only thing which I love, possess, or respect but it’s the thing which gives me freedom, sets me carefree, and make me more confident.

These were my words when I wrote the most commented post of my blog Celebrating Six months of Hijab, Alhamdulillah :) It felt great. I could feel the bliss, the pleasure of knowing you are the one chosen to be under hidayah. It was great and so it is today also; I have completed my FULL ONE YEAR OF HIJAB…successfully..Alhamdulillah…

Don’t take me wrong when I say successfully, it’s not said referring any race or any challenge. I feel successful coz I was able to get away with the temptation of being unhijabified every time given how conscious I am about presentations. It was pretty hard to tolerate people making nasty comments on how hijab degraded my looks. Eeks!

I still remember the day I decided to live with hijab, it was sudden, purely unbelievable, I think that’s what you call inspiration. It comes so that you may never know when it has already taken you into its grip. It was amazing and so it is today. It feels so special that it can hardly be expressed in words.

Though the moment was amazing, others dint forget to make hijab a big issue, bigger than Obama winning the peace prize with equally shocked looks on their faces! Is a piece of cloth so disturbing to you people? Can I ask you (these types of people) to simply go and dig a life out for yourselves?

Kher, an eventful journey it was. There was good and bad and some people tried branding it ugly as well, but it was the greatest gift for me from God. In a book called Fundamental of Islam I read Knowledge is the greatest of gifts God has bestowed to humans and I can only go on agreeing more and more with the statement. Hijab has been a source of knowledge, a source to know a lot of thing for me. I can only pray that it continues to be.

So, come join the celebration with me :)

Ashura - History and Significance

2009-12-30T08:11:00.009+05:30

Pre-Script : I normally avoid writing or speaking in public on matters I am less informed or lack the capability to defend my own understanding before others. Though Muharram or rather the day of Ashura was one of those topics till yesterday, Alhamdulillah I have somewhat a clear understanding of the day’s significance, its history and the mountains of myths and the moles of facts surrounding it. This post is seriously not a dictation or what Muslims do or are supposed to do, it’s my understanding and I am sharing it with the world. Anyone who feels I am wrong at my reasoning can very well share their views so we may have a better understanding from all points of views. After all we all strive to be better for here and hereafter.

Day of Ashura, the 10th of Muharram (first month of Islamic calendar) has great significance throughout Islamic history. It’s a notable fact that Islamic New Year starts from the very first day of the month of Muharram but still Muslims keep fast on Ashura i.e 10th of Moharram and a day before it or a day after it. It’s because there is no concept of any New Year celebration in Islam (as if a new cycle of the moon around earth will affect the stars in your constellation!) and fasting on Ashura is not synonyms to celebrating New Year.

According to me a new year, irrespective of it’s guiding planet, religion, state or country, does not change your life, your family, your resolution s or anything or anyone around you. It even does not change your academic year. So if everything remains same, what’s the point celebrating a day which likes all others day in the calendar, will come back on the same day next year too! Honestly I see no point in making resolutions, going partying or having Pizza with family on New Year coz that something I can do any day in the whole year. And avoiding all these saves a lot of money. Trust me! Again these are my points.

Coming back to Ashura. In India and may be a lot of countries abroad, Muharram for some part of Muslim community, is reduced to wearing black, cutting yourself, crying and mourning loud in Public and carrying beautiful Tajiyas from one place to another. And all this in the name of remembering the Martyrdom of Hazrat Hussain (R.A.), the Grandson of our beloved Prophet Huzur S.A.W.

Firstly, the fasting on Ashura is what our Prophet followed in his lifetime due to its historic significance. It actually started when once our beloved Prophet (S.A.W.) observed Jews fasting and asked them the reason of fasting on Ashura. They told that Hazrat Musa (A.S.) fasted on this day out of gratitude since on this very day Allah delivered to them and saved him and his family from Pharoah and Pharoah’s army was drowned. And as any Muslim will know how closer we are to Hazrat Musa (A.S.), Prophet fasted on that day and asked us to fast (not obligatory) too but on two days instead of a single day so that we may be prevented from following what’s not our religion. (As related in Bukhari and Shahi Muslim)

As Hazrat Hussain (R.A.) was martyred long after Prophet left us to carry our deen ourselves, it is clear that his fasting had no connection with the Martyrdom of Hazrat Hussain (R.A.). And it’s not something he asked us to observe before he completed our religion on us.

(Allah (God) says: Today I have perfected your "Deen"(way of life), and have completed my favor upon you (mankind) and have chosen for you Islam (Submission to the will of God) as your "Deen"(way of life) (Quran 5:3)

An addition to the Prophet's tradition will only mislead us, knowingly or unknowingly.

Secondly, the reason behind fasting on Ashura is reflecting our love and gratitude for Allah and acknowledging what he has provided us and provided our Prophets and their followers in the past.

Thirdly, can someone really think that our great Lord will like us to be in pain, to wear black, to mourn and to cut our self? Is Lord that unmerciful? Certainly Not. He is the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful. He understand the pain we go through on losing a beloved so he has prescribed mourning, which is not bad but has restricted that to 3 days, a mere 3 days so that we may understand the cycle of life and move on with the pain and strive better for here and hereafter.

Muhammad (saws) who said: ‘It is not permitted for a woman who believes in Allah and the Last Day to mourn for any dead person for more than three days, except for a husband, (in which case the period of mourning is) four months and ten days. (Reported by al-Bukhaari, 4926).

Then why all this mourning suddenly on the day of Ashura? Why there is all this cutting and shouting on the day we are supposed to keep fast and reflect on ourselves. Is it just that from all the days in the year we only remember the bravery of Hazrat Hussain (R.A.) on the day of Ashura? That we forget the values which Hazrat Hussain (R.A.) cultivated in him on all other days? Is our love for him is of only one day? Again NO! We love him, his bravery, his values, his love for Islam, his concern for the next generations of Islam, his aim and vision for which he sacrificed his life, his determination of not bowing down before falsehood, throughout the year.

I do feel sad that the early generations of Islam were prevented from enjoying his caliphate and direction too soon. But I am also one who certainly believes that crying is not going to benefit the soul of Prophet’s grandson. It’s remembering, treasuring and cultivating his values, character and direction in ourselves. If you really love Hazrat Hussain (R.A.), in my opinion, you should live him in yourself and not drain him in your blood and pain.

And as I quoted earlier our deen has already been completed on us and everything after that is Biddah. Mourning is not only wrong but it’s also repelling us from observing one of the most grateful of grateful days, Day of Ashura which our Prophet loved to observe. Of course I am aware of Biddat-e-Husna concept but I don’t see any good in observing mourning, moreover are we more learned than the early generations of Sahabis, if not yes, then when and which of the Sahabis observed Ashura like Muslims do today?

Finally, I have been pointing all through that this day is a day to be grateful about, indeed it is, and we get a lot of reason to observe Lord’s bounty on us on this day.

On this day: Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta'ala) accepted the repentance of Sayyidina Adam ('Alaihis-Salaam) after his exile from Paradise;
Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta'ala) saved Sayyidina Nuh ('Alaihis-Salaam) and his companions in the ark;
Allah extinguished the fire in which Sayyidina Ibrahim ('Alaihis-Salaam) was thrown by Nimrod;
And Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta'ala) spoke directly to Sayyidina Musa ('Alaihis-Salaam) and gave him the Commandments.
On this same 10th of Muharram, Sayyidina Ayyub ('Alaihis-Salaam) was restored to health (from leprosy);
Sayyidina Yusuf ('Alaihis-Salaam) was reunited with his father Ya’qub ('Alaihis-Salaam); Sayyidina Yunus ('Alaihis-Salaam) was taken out from the belly of the fish;
and the sea was divided as the nation of israel was delivered from captivity and Pharoah’s army was destroyed.
‘Ashura is also the day when Sayyidina Dawud ('Alaihis-Salaam) was forgiven; the kingdom of Sulaiman ('Alaihis-Salaam) was restored;
Sayyidina Isa ('Alaihis-Salaam) was raised to Jannah and Sayyidina al-Husayn (Radiyallahu 'anh) (the Holy Prophet’s, Sallallahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam, grandson) achieved the honor of Martyrdom.

(These are mentioned as what scholars have determined as the specialties of that day in Ghunya li-Talibi Tariq al-Haqq, Sayyidina Abdul Qadir al-Jilani)

The benefits of this fasting are also numerous. Huge enough to get you out of bed before fazr on the next Ashura.

After All this, let us pray that Allah guide all of us to the right path and we strive harder to be a Perfect Muslim as what was our beloved Prophet Huzur (Sallallahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam), on this day of Ashura. Aameen!

I walk ahead, Leaving you to trace

2009-12-21T20:42:00.012+05:30

Pre-Script : The topic is not new or unheard of. In fact, it's the one debated uncountable times ending on some absurd solutions every time. The biggest failure of "man"kind have been the disrespect of it's better half. For long women have suffered, subjected and kept patience. But not anymore. Things are changing. Slowly, yet transforming. It's a tribute to the longest war ever fought. "She" is winning and you have to notice that. "I" in the poem is the soul of women speaking to the Man (you) who held her as subjected for long.

I walk among you
My head held high
Altering the age-old notion
I walk towards sky

And I walk fast
As you try to race
Yes! I am ahead
Leaving you to trace

I have learn the art
Well before you predicted
I have set myself free
Of the chains you invented

I demanded my place
And before you could reject
I tried to stand
Only to walk this perfect

I have beaten you dead
In your own game
Perhaps, u made a mistake
When you called me lame

The pain and agony
I endured on your birth
Accumulated for long
Showing its worth

You tried oppression
You practiced strength
The atrocities you carried
Lasted centuries length

The more you tortured
The stronger I have hit your face
I now walk ahead
Leaving you to trace

A gentle Reminder :

Be careful of your duty toward God in Whom ye claim (your rights) of one another, and toward the wombs (that bear you)" (Quran 4:1).

Updates:
#1 Something is wrong with my pen..it's not working and i am not writing :( I wrote this poem in pencil :P
#2 My one year of hijab is gonna complete in 10 days. The countdown starts from today. yay! but i can't think of anything to write :(. Blame my pen.
#3 My visitors crossed over 1000. Actually its 1110 right now. what a number sirji! Thanku , thanku, thanks a lot to all my visitors for reading my rantings.
#4 I just realized i am ranting in a post i should not *shut mouth with both hands* (as if someone reading this small script. Duh!

United Countless States of India

2009-12-15T00:09:00.005+05:30

Our Parents lived with their Parents, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, Grandparents in a Big joint family. To fill more color to the picture of life they lived in harmony with their neighbors in village, city, and state in fact across the border, just as they lived in a family.

But then, we grew up. ‘We’ as in “we human civilization”. It took a leap towards development. And we designed a more economical, easy and in- alls’ -interest way of living – living in a nuclear family. But again we were not happy.

Dividing families did not satisfy us. So we kept a distance from our neighbors. For, of course, reason due to time – constraint. Time is precious and it is something not to waste on good for nothing reasons. We took the concept of nuclear family seriously, very seriously.

Human wants are endless. And we moved a step ahead. We asked the brothers born in different cities (who care if we have the same country’s passport) to kindly vacate our aamchi city. They didn’t heed so we had to bend our finger, for we can’t allow someone else to skim the cream. Cream in which they had a lawful share.

End of surprises will bring monotony. So we demanded a Telangana. We have right to do so. The right to develop. We will next day ask for Poorv/Paschim, Uttar/Dakhin Aanchal. Small highly developed regions of the UNITED COUNTLESS STATES OF INDIA. Only if we not get started with the demand of different nations.

For the same reason our parents separated from family - to take care of us. We have to get rid of them to cater to our future development.

I at times wonder “How many more holes in the "aanchal"? Are we not going back to the Stone Age when it was just the cave, cave-mommy, cave-daddy and cave-kids? Are we not losing on our human traits? Are we not underestimating the quality of most superior beings on earth – the quality to think? How are we going to survive without our joint family?

It’s not just about Telangana; a small hole only gets wider and wider if not stitched in time. Development and the demand for development are on a very high pace, sadly towards the opposite direction. If things remain the same, there will be a third world war . Every human rejecting to live with other human as "human". And so, the fourth will line up too, only to be fought with sticks and stones.

Beauty and the Differences

2009-12-04T19:34:00.014+05:30

“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” so said Shakespeare. And so followed the world. And like all great legends Shakespeare died making his verse immortal, though the effects of the same were buried with him.

Beauty is one thing which is not at all subjective and clearly doesn’t reside in the eyes of the beholder. Beauty is what models show off. It is what the top fashion designer wants on the ramp. It is how the mushrooming gyms and fitness centers making profit. It is why the girls are starving and guys are obsessed with 6 packs. It is what the mass think is beautiful – not what you perceive it to be. If you are fair, have tons of makeup, with size zero figure and the scantiest of rags on you (for females) or 6-8 packs crafted on your stomach (for males) then congrats, you just score 10/10 in the beauty most-wanted-requirements list.

I am sure many will contradict it saying, that isn’t beauty, and I have this notion or that notion. True, everyone indeed, has a different definition of beauty. I am not denying that. But hardly people have guts to live with their notion and express freely what they sense beauty as. Artist (from all fields) may be shortlisted for it. But here I am talking of the majority. The majority flows with the trend. The trend set by handful of powerful and obsessed beings.

The discrimination with black models, the sudden race of being in the Bebo size, the increasing sale of fair and lovely, the fresh stock of slim jeans, the fat-free cheese (kidding me?), the search for a fair-and-slim bride for the son of the house, etc. are just few daily life example which we all can witness. The list is just never ending and the hazards of such a beauty are even more deadly than our imagination. Literally causing death.

Former Miss Argentina, Solange Magnano died at a Buenos Aires medical center last Sunday, after undergoing a plastic surgery procedure.

Solange, who won the Miss Argentina pageant in 1994, suffered a pulmonary embolism when liquid was being injected into her buttocks the day after she underwent a gluteoplasty (buttock implant). The liquid reportedly entered her lungs and brain, killing her instantly.

No points for guessing that the above post prompted me to write this post. Additional information: I have experienced the pain of beauty. John Keats should have defined beauty before labeling it as “a thing of joy”.

I was born with what I will prefer to call a birth mark on my fingers. Or what others call as a deformity. It was just a translucent skin joining two fingers of my each hand. But this became a matter of my future, as what my dear simple (or among the majority) relatives thought. Doctors gained from my loss and I underwent surgery. Not once or twice but thrice in just early 13 years of my life. Things turned worse. My fingers bent, then were straightened again, though in a different way and are now decorated with surgical marks, thanks for the carelessness from the sides of doctor and complexity of the case (bones now being involved). But the worst have been the loss on my studies, time, blood, health, and the immense pain I have been into because of others notion of beauty.

And just a few days back, under pressure from some really caring relatives and beauty-obsessed people I again agreed to undergo a 6 month long pain process - called plastic surgery - for my fingers. But thankfully, because of some sudden unexpected turns of events and self realization I dropped the idea. I am not again sacrificing myself for others’ whims. Especially now, when I am the sole responsible for my decisions. I know I am beautiful, because God made me so and because I can feel that inside.

Though the above whole narrative talks about my personal experience, I am sure many will be able to quote one or the other instance where they had to try hard to fit in the famous so called beauty’s definition. This is driving all crazy and knowingly or unknowingly we are just contributing to it. We are the one who are driving the craze further by being a part of it.

No matter however cheesy it may sound, I will still hold that real beauty is the beauty of heart. Presentation may matter but not your skin color or the brand of your cloths. It’s just so secondary. For a quick litmus test, ask yourself how beautiful is your best friend, and if he/she will still be your best friend if he/she don’t look all that gorgeous? Will you dislike your brother or sister for being a tone darker? Will you hate the subject just because your teacher doesn’t wear a Victoria Secret? Of course, NO.

Thankfully, still we somehow value what is more important than beauty. The need is only to strengthen the feeling, and make it scope wider so as to cover not only those who are close, but everyone. If only we stop judging people on their beauty and start looking what lies beyond that. Applying our definition of beauty (the one covering our parents, siblings and teachers) will work too. And there is definitely no need to get discouraged if some people want the whole world to be painted white and crafted perfectly.

God gave us the differences so we may identify others, not to categorize them. (Essence of the Quranic Verse 49:13)

Let’s learn to respect ours and others’ differences and the world will turn to be a beautiful place to live in.

Hijab Woes

2009-12-01T22:32:00.008+05:30

It was a well planned, supposed-to-be-surprise, get together of our whole gang-of-girls for a friend cum ex-colleague cum classmate who happened to be in town today. The only thing which ran through my mind the whole day, among the secret murmuring and kiddish surprise planning, was how the person’s reaction is going to be after he sees me. Come on don’t get me wrong, I know that we the fairer-sex are famous for being extra self- conscious when it comes to our presentation and get-ups but this was different.

I was uncertain of his reaction when he will see me in hijab suddenly after full one year. Who can imagine the girl with the flowy open long hairs to be suddenly covered in scarf neatly tucked at her head? I prepared myself for all type of questions and remarks which may follow later in the evening maslan How?? When?? What ?? You looking different..Pakka muslim.. naive.. everything.. and I prepared myself for not feeling uneasy which normally happens when I meet long forgotten friends again, and they see a complete new me with that bewildered look on their face.

But, however, as fate may have it…I was left with mouth wide open and a upset feeling gripping me when my friend suddenly declared.."Ab to tujhe koi pasand nahi karega (Now no one is going to like you).."

I was upset…come on who will be happy if you tell them they look miserable.

I was shocked…like helloo?? I am not doing this so that someone starts liking me..Neither am I gonna remove it just because no one is going to like me..I am doing this for God..and He will look in my best interest…

So did I really tell him all what flashed in my mind that very second?

No. I didn’t. I don’t have to. Honestly speaking, firstly, I am tired of advocating and supporting my decision.. wish I can just wear a scarf with the message:

“It’s my Choice..so no matter what you think…KEEP AWAY”

Can anyone really think that I put on that scarf over my head without looking at myself in the mirror?? I am aware of what I am wearing and with all its practical and social impacts, still I CHOOSE to wear it. It’s a matter of choice. A STRONG ONE. Try respecting it and if you can’t keep your judgments to yourself.

Secondly, I didn’t want to make the happy environment tensed. May be some other time, if I get a chance again.

But the whole thing really did put me off. So much for a magical piece of cloth. Sigh!

Sleepless Nights

2009-12-01T04:14:00.005+05:30

As i type this post, my mobile-cum-watch is teasing me with a time of 4:15 a.m...indeed it's late to be awake at this hour..when i am again supposed to get up by 6..and spend my 8 hours of day in bonded laborship...I can only pray that this seemingly never ending sleepless nights turns into a peaceful nap... eternal?? at this point of time..it hardly matters...

Still A Sleepless night..

Conversing with stars of my

Tragic tales, I cry

P.S. It is filed under Picture Perfect Tales only because i found the pic too beautiful to be disturbed by my silly verses - output of an over-burdened brain.

P.P.S. You believe it or not...you can take the Poet out of the Haiku but not the Haiku out of the Poet...complicated?? I am back with the Haiku.

Tricky Life

2009-11-29T17:12:00.002+05:30

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Eid-ul-Azha Mubaaraq

2009-11-29T00:50:00.010+05:30

Belated Mubaaraqbaad of Eid-ul-Azha....May Allah Subhanotaa'la showers His blessings on all of you and your's family ...Hope the divine message of this auspicious day reaches to each and every heart..and we learn to understand and practice the very basic traits of human nature.. love and sacrifice..

EID-ul-Azha brings for the Muslims divine blessing, an occasion to not only enjoy but also to receive Allah's Mercy and reward through sacrifice and benevolence, patience and constancy.

Eid-ul-Azha is celebrated on the tenth of Dhul-Hijja through sacrifices and prayers in memory of the sacrifice of the Prophets Ibrahim Khalilullah and Ismail Zabihullah (peace be upon them). It does not simply commemorate the unique sacrifice made by them, it also testifies eloquently to the way in which both father and son cheerfully offered to suffer any self-sacrifice, however painful or difficult it might be, in order to obey the command of Allah, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the Worlds.

The glorious attempt of Hazrat Ibrahim to slaughter his son Hazrat Ismail (peace be upon them) as a sacrifice in obedience to God's Command, stands unique in the annals of history. Never, never indeed, has any other father tried unhesitatingly to slaughter his own son with his own hands, and in full senses, simply to obey the Master's Command. Never in history has any other son submitted himself whole-heartedly to his father to be sacrificed only to appease God.

This incident in the valley of Mina put an end to the horrible system of human sacrifice, which was common among most ancient people. Prophet Ibrahim's (pbuh) seeing in a vision that he, too, was sacrificing his son, his preparation to fulfill it literally, and the Divine Commandment to sacrifice an animal in his stead, indeed marked the abolition of the savage custom of human sacrifice.

Hundreds and thousands of sheep, cows, goats and camels are sacrificed in the name of Allah on this auspicious day. Unfortunately, however, very few of us celebrate this auspicious occasion in a befitting way, in the true spirit of Islam. Very few realise that Rabbul Alameen does not need the flesh and blood of the animals. What he asks for is the taqwa (which has been mentioned 211 times in the Holy Quran) and not lives in a physical sense. Sura al-Hajj declares very clearly: "It is not their meat nor their blood that reaches God: it is your piety that reaches Him. He has thus made them subject to you, that ye may glorify God for His guidance to you. And proclaim the good news to all who do right."

Eid-ul-Azha is the system of denying ourselves the greater part of the food derived from the sacrificed cattle for the sake of our poor brethren; our symbolic act finds practical expression in benevolence and in fraternity and fellow-feeling, in sacrifice and solicitude for the indigents and have-nots. That exactly is the sublime message conveyed by Eid-ul-Azha.
- An excerpt from the Article "The message of Eid-ul-Azha" by "Syed Ashraf Ali" who is a former Director General, Islamic Foundation, published here.

Off the topic : have you ever fallen ill during festivals...specially when you are allowed to take leave from office only twice a year in the name of festivals...well no points for guessing that it happened to me...sometimes i can bet that when everything is just perfect and nothing can go wrong, in my case, it has to be full on illusion..i slept the whole day and ate medicines..yukk!!

Confused

2009-11-28T10:14:00.005+05:30

Something really Unnecessary

2009-11-22T20:28:00.003+05:30

Its really unnecessary whatever i am going to write now..but if you read..i might like it...

I am going through a pretty hard phase of my life..which is quite clear from my previous posts..I just pray to Allah that He gives me the strength and power to stand this ordeal..and i start facing myself again..yes its not something i am fighting to the outside world..its something within i am struggling to get over...and i hope sincerely for it to get over.. I cant see people around me trying hard to make me feel good..their trying make me weak..it makes me feel as i am still being selfish by not answering their persuasion to be happy....I really want to...

But a battle with your own heart is the most difficult battle to win..you know your enemy so well that you often forget by which side and for whom you you are fighting..you play from both sides...and so you lose half the battle even if somehow you manage to win the other half..the victory will not be satisfying because a part of you will fail...Your failure is so pre-written...nothing works..no weapons..no strategies...you cant hide..you cant run..you cant bow and you have to stand the whole battle...no matter whatever it takes..

I am fighting one..

But God has been kuch zyada hi merciful and in such a horrible time too he has blessed me with two very rare species of homo sapeins to stand by me..the only two people who are there with me in all situations...My two best friends..My mom and my only true friend....don't know whether i should write the name also....They listen, they advice and at times they shout and pretend they have left me...but then they come back..knowing i am too weak to stand....they are my strength...where else will i find people like this...

In all this i am trying to do away with some small petty things...first is the blog template..its too complicated..and i want my life too look a bit simple even if it just the blog...enough of mess is already there which i am not able to clear....no more mess on blog..

I am trying to give a new name to the blog..The old one is good...but may be ..i think it should find a way in the above list....i have thought of "THE 19th PARAGRAPH" with the caption" ..of my life.. Fact, Fiction, & Everything in Between"..

there are two reason to chose this name...first i am 19 so the para thing (Yes! its going to be changed every year at my b'day)...

second..i deleted the other blog so all the mess which i intend to create on blogger will find a place only under this present url....and so the caption is not only suitable its classy too :)

If you have better ideas please let me know :)

I don't know what is going to happen next..coz life's train has suddenly taken a hilly route and i am afraid...hope the changes will help me survive...and yes the blog is not the only thing i am trying to change...Its mainly ME whom i am trying to change...

I need to grow up..and i think what they say that knowledge comes with experience is somehow right..I think this is how i am going to learn..the painful way...but atleast an enriching route to light...

I feel you around me, like air

2009-11-21T22:21:00.005+05:30

The bubbling water washing my feet
The setting sun reddening peek
And the breeze lifting my hair
I feel you around me, like air

The deafening silence of solitude
The growing night bluing mood
The chilling wind touching my body bare
I feel you around me, like air

I feel you when I breathe,
When I walk, when I sleep
I feel you when I am alone
When in a group, when I am home

I feel you when I am down
When I am happy, when I frown
I feel you living in my soul,
In my heart, somewhere very close

The words won’t let you know
Neither the tears which mourn
On how much I miss you
On how much I love you

But believe me I swear, always
I feel you around me, like air

** Little does a person knows when his words become so situational..so realistic...so hurting..

The situation

2009-11-20T10:22:00.003+05:30

You know of the situations....when you look up at things...and they are messed up....fully, completely, totally..

and the reason they are so is somehow you...your selfishness..your whims...your needs... your attitude... your wrong decision... your meanness... your childishness... your inconsistencies...

and you know of people whom you have hurt like anything....when you actually never meant to do that..when your nafs controlled you...rather you controlling your nafs...and when you are sorry to the mortals as much as you are sorry to your God....

when you wanna go back in the time..and rub the whole past....the past being long enough to result in such a big mess...when you know nothing NOTHING in the world shall make things right....

when the things you have been hiding..the things which prove how weak and selfish you have been...those things which bear a proof of your wrong doings...those things which shout so loud that you shut your eyes rather than your ears in order to ignore them....the things which bear enough evidence that you no longer deserve to be human...because you have never acted like one before....

when you are sorry...but you know that that its the smallest thing you can do..that your sorry is of no use to anyone..when you wanna go and die..but you know you are weak again...when you wanna hide..but you know you cant run from realities...when everything is crystal clear...but you dont want them so..

when you are sorry..and you cant say or convey so....when you know this is what you ever deserved in exchange of your doings....but still somehow..somehow you want the things to be right..perfect again..

but this time not for your selfishness or your good..but you want them too be good for those people whom you have hurt..and who have suffered because of you..knowingly or unknowingly...when you are ready to compromise everything to see them happy..

And yet you don't find a way...

Have you ever been in such a situation??? Or is it just me??

I am Honest...you see

2009-07-17T22:44:00.002+05:30

I am tagged…and that also with the “HONEST SCRAP” yay me :D :D …thanku sis Nazia for tagging me with this one…atleast it gives a security that my ramblings are read :D :D ….well let those comments flowing too…it make me blabber more…. :P

So this “honest Scrap” thingy requires that I gather you guys and start telling you one by one full TEN things about me…whether you know it or you don’t :P…but yes they have to be true…u see “honest” duhhh….and then I will choose any lucky TEN people among you and will tag you with the same..so that you can go ahead with a free fokat ka blog post :D :D and torture your reader .. :D :D don’t forget to pass it on and let the honesty flowing….please do tell the person that they are tagged…else it ll stop the great vansh of Honest Scrap… :P Also put the above Pic on your post just for identity purpose…it dint carry a pic..when it came to me…so the great me designed it :) :)

So here I go.....

1. I totally Love Floaters…I mean they are the best innovation in footwear ever made…they are comfy, they carry a great look, their strap doesn go off when you are running behind a bus..and they don’t give you those skin-peeing shoe bites……they are just awesome…

I HAVE THE PINK ONE :)

And I hate all those who think floaters don’t go with Salwaar-Kameez…they totally go..and if u think otherwise…come down to Chennai and meet CA doing girls…you ll understand how fashionable they are ;)…I even can carry it with Abaya…I do also :P :P lol….

2. I am too sensitive….I get crying on small things…and I get too happy at others..it doesn’t matter for me …how big or small it is….I think I let my emotions flow the way they want too…but I am trying to control my anger….So if you know me ..please don’t hurt me…you have no idea how deep will it be cutting me.

3. Having said that…I am really confident of myself…I think I am blessed..I mean everyone is..but Allah has always been kind to me ..For some or the other reason…I have been blessed with the best set of people in life helping me out from the worst set of situations….not only this..i have amazed myself a lot of times by my bold decision…and no boosting here..honestly..

4. I dress good when I am sick….i totally pamper my self when I am down…I eat chocolates…talk to old friends…find myself story books…indulge in makeup and all those girly stuff..i even wear those girly sandals which give me shoe-bites…just to look good….coz it makes me feel better and love myself more.

5. I always wanted to open a school for poor children..so that they can get education….and Inshallah I will do it..i don’t want to be a teacher but I want to do this….there are so many who needs somebody….but we don’t lend a helping hand..i don’t know why…

6. I hate Pimples..everyone does..but I hate them most….i really walla hate them….imagine if it is only the skin colored face of yours to be seen….(in hijab) and the whole attention of the person before you is on your face….how crummy it will be if a red, ugly pimple pop out of your beautiful skin, laughing at you, mocking you and not willing to go….*nightmare*

7. I put emphasis on presentation..be it a project…a presentation..a gift wrap..food…even it is only to satisfy my hunger….a dress…or anything in world…everything should have that extra bit on it..so that it satisfy my eyes….colors are exactly what I love…bright..fluorescent…or dark…doesn matter…the more the color the better it is for me…I believe the million colors of the world are merely not for us to differentiate stuffs but to enjoy and appreciate their beauty..

8. I have a little angel and devil combo in my house….my lil sis FIZA….I totally love her..not that I don’t love Zaid :D :D ….i ll give my life for him :) :)..but this small wonder has never left me wondering if all the brains in the world has been condensed and stuffed in her little skull….she is an Einstein…the cuter girly version of him….she is smart in all sense…akhir behen kiski hai ;)..here is she in my abaya and scarf…*I totally hate when someone touches my stuff but then this was willingly done*

FIZU

9. I am sick at this time….i got cold…I totally mess up my self when I have cold…I don’t carry a hanky….am not used to it….but this cold make me do so…then this stupid cold gets fever following it and headache and then body ache…and then a D’Cold tablet :D :D

Actually I live on tablets…I ll always have Disprin and Pudeen hara with me….my life saving drugs…paracetamol at times makes way to my purse too.

A CUTIE DARLING - JUST ONE DAY OLD (My lovely frnd's lovely niece):)

10. I love babies and dream of having four..:D :D lol….i cant resist if I see a cute baby anywhere….at market place, home, workplace anywhere…if the baby is cute..everything else is off my attention list… I feel only babies are the most pure at heart and so are the most beautiful creature on earth.

Class over….Here’s the tag being passed on to the lucky 10

1. JaLpArI (Almas Aapi)
2. Sis Kakchik
3. Princess Nuchu
4. Sis Malizea à l'adresse
5. Sis Baran
6. Symphonic Discord (to all the gurls over there)
7. Saim
8. Arun
9. Chirag
10. Stephen

P.S. I tried cheating for this post by asking my friends to list down stuff for me… :D :D …but then I am hardly satisfied so I sat down writing stuff about myself…there is a lot of stuff I din’t say…ll say when I ll be tagged next time :P :D

How about a hearty laugh today ?

2009-07-13T11:41:00.002+05:30

Now...its time for some ramblings (Dhir, according to The Free Dictionary it means "Lengthy and digressive", which i feel is the wrong definition; don't believe 'em they are free ;) :P )....

This weekend my mail box was full of surprises...umm lovin it....

am tagged...tagged..for teh second time...yuuuuuhooooooooo.....its THE "Honest Scrap" Award gifted by the lovely Sister Nazia...She has a really honest and outspoken blog out there...(which, by the way, may not interest all but is one of my fav)..more about this tag in the next post when i have enough time....

This post is dedicated to Vatsap and his master Caricature of mine... :D :D I rolled over laughing....it's really PHUNNY...and ya i am still doubtful if it looks like me :-@

Nevertheless...it's funny..

Temme....if it looks like me ..in any snese..except that dupattah on my head *those who have seen me* or if you are in a shock and ll neva eva want to meet me :( :( *those who are still awaiting their fortune to see me ;)*

In any case...your valuable and honest comments are welcome...

Get your own one done here and send em at my mail or upload it on your blog or courier to me....anything..it's upon you..but i really wanna see you all out there in colourful line drawing ;)

If you are happy..CLAP YOUR HANDS :D

2009-07-09T19:52:00.002+05:30

I am extreeeeeeaammlllllllyyyyy happy today..the extent of the word “extreme” can’t define my happiness...I don’t’ know if it’s a mood swing…I don’t care if it is one…it’s a refreshing change though..A welcome one…

After full one week of sheer depression and my negative side overpowering my positive one…it is really like the first rain in Chennai in this scorching heat….I was so into depression that I might have done something to myself…I was crying..and crying….and crying..and just wanted to go to Allah to find peace…

But I think instead of that…Allah chose to come to me …and that has resulted in this Happiness…

I really don’t know what’s the reason but I am happy..All day long I was happy…not even a single thought of depression..not a single reason of sadness touched me…It was all the happy, cheery merry vibes touching me …and I was so much into it…I am really loving it :)

I never wanted to write this here …but blog surely deserve it…I mean I tortured my colleagues, friends, mom..even Fizu with this sudden happiness and still I have so much left that I am passing it to my paradise…so that it can reach u all guys… :) :)

People get up from your comfy and not so comfy chairs and sing with me…

If you are happy and you know it
CLAP YOUR HANDS

If you are happy and you know it
CLAP YOUR HANDS

If you are happy and you know it then your face will surely show it

If you are happy and you know it
CLAP YOUR HANDS

*claps claps* :D :D :D

I know ..kinda strange and sudden mood swing…but I just can’t tell you how welcomed it is…

So much that Li took videos of me cracking silliest joke on earth, jumping around in happiness and making weird faces…I even made the hutch dog one face ..*awwwwwwww choooo cute*..

Sangy and others were totally shocked..can’t say if the vibe touched them..they were shocked more than happy :D All those who spoke to me on phone or did chat with me (shanu, saim, angel..) all were shocked…and awesome-ly happy….

Yup AWESOME-LY is a word…as in Awesome-ly wonderful :)

I even told world about it ..
Not only this
I got to know that Brillianto and superbo are words too :D (Courtesy: Saim)

Mom is sick of me singing songs in the highest pitch I can, and jumping around like a rabbit :D …I even taught Fizu that when she make “zid” (that is if when she gets stubborn) regarding a specific thing..she should not only repeat it thrice but should also tap her feet on earth thrice :D :D like I was doing…

Mujhe purse chahiye
Mujhe purse chahiye
Mujhe purse chahiye

She repeated:

Mujhe top chahiye
Mujhe top chahiye
Mujhe top chahiye

(taps her feet as she says ) :D:D

See…she learns fast ..:D :D

Dad was wondering who is younger…19 year old me …or soon to be 8 year old she :D :D

Summary of the story is that I AM HAPPY Let’s celebrate it with the lines which I wrote in one breath due to my excessive dose of happiness:

Come on baby
I have been waiting for you all my life
When I first took a breath
To the last minute, I will die

Come on Sweetheart
Escort me to the world unseen
A world of you and me
Where dreams are in :D :D

Yay me :D :D

P.S. Thanks to all those who have been there with me last week....:)i could have not made it sans u all :)

Stabbed in the Court of Justice

2009-07-07T16:22:00.003+05:30

World is Bad. It’s the worst world ever. Kalyug for sure. And its hell bad for all those who want to live in peace. I can’t express my sorrow, anger, agitation and god knows what all over the recent incident where a girl was murdered in front of whole court for the simple reason that she demanded to practice her religion.

Hijab, a simple piece of cloth is becoming such a big issue..that my blog seems to be overdosed with it..one by one..one by one some retard will come out of his snake-hole finding all the world’s fault in that simple piece of cloth over an innocent girl’s head. This time I thought I ll blog in peace..not complaining..not finding faults with other but then peace is alien to this world and my blog is no exception to this.

Yes I am angry, very angry and the reason is the brutal murder of Dr. Marwa El Sherbiny (inna lillahe va inna elihe razeoon) now rightly called hijab martyr. She, 31, dragged Axel W in Germany to the court after he called her a terrorist and went on insulting her religion and tried taking her scarf off in public in a playground before her son, who was playing there.

How more insulting can it be, how more heartless and insane can it be. You call a random lady playing with her kid in the park, a terrorist just because she wears a scarf and try to take it off her head (shameless you!) and then dont stop your bl**dy tongue when insulting her religion.

After she won the proceeding in the court, Axel W, frustrated of being charged a fine of 750 Euros for insulting her, jumped off and stabbed her right there in the court before all the “thekedaars” of justice 18 times. I repeat she was stabbed 18 times and that also when she was 3 months pregnant with her second child.

His husband, Mr. Okaz tried to save her and was shot by the guard there in the court accidentally. Stupid guard. He is still struggling for life.

Axel, W, 28 was said to be driven by a deep hatred of foreigners and Muslims as per the German prosecutors. He is still on trial (lets see when it ends).

This is the stage we are in…what you call it Stone stage or BEAST stage. Human has turned into an animal, well by the English definition man is a social animal..only we need to remove the “social” attribute off this title.

I just pray that the killer is not let off on any grounds.

And I pray for peace for Mrs. Sherbiny and her family. According to the reports a vast majority of people in Egypt attended her funeral prayer along with Senior Egyptian officials and German diplomatic staff.

P.S. I am not blaming any particular community.
P.P.S. Picture taken from here/ and here.

Celebrating Six months of Hijab, Alhamdulillah :)

2009-07-06T04:31:00.001+05:30

This is the time (belated) for my favorite topic and newest passion – My hijab. This is not the only thing which I love, possess, or respect but it’s the thing which gives me freedom, sets me carefree, and make me more confident. For people new or unaware with the word, “hijab” basically means a barrier or a veil but in today’s world it is often referred as the headscarf which Muslim girls wear. However it’s just not the scarf but the full set of modest clothing which should be counted under hijab –a long discussion postponed for later, InshaAllah.

But before that it’s time to celebrate. Alhamdulillah, by the Grace of Allah, I have successfully completed my six months of donning the hijab (on 1st July, 2009), :) :) :) in public, everywhere I go :) :) :). It has certainly been the toughest ordeal I have been in. How can a simple scarf or let’s say for that matter, wearing modest clothes be a problem with anyone? Certainly, it’s not a problem for the person wearing it, but surprisingly for the people around such person.

I have been wondering and still wonder why others have to be bothered about what you wear. If it was confined till this thinking also, it was well and good. But people go a step ahead when it is concerning other’s personal/religious matters. You ask if you want to know, you question if you have doubts, you advice if you think something is wrong. I am always more than happy to spread the beautiful logic behind it. But for God sake be away and shut your mouth if you are ignorant, media-fed, unrelated to me and still want to shower me with your “oh, dear why you have to wear it” advices.

I am an independent girl, born in a very liberal family, brought up in a mini-India kind of environment. I always enjoyed the freedom of wearing what I want, voicing my likes and dislikes, I have friends whom I like, I study what I want to, and none of the above choices is affected by parental or social pressure, because I was never into them. So telling me what I should and shouldn’t is the worst try you might be making. And so when you see me in hijab all of a sudden (that’s when you haven’t met me after 31st December, 2008) please refrain from any such advices or looks rather simply ask me the reason of me going hijab-ified :).

It seems like yesterday (lol, sounds like those cheesy flashbacks) when I first took hijab. No one inspired me , I am hardly surrounded by people wearing hijab, even not much in my family, back in village they do it more out of customs than logic and/or religion, in city I have seen only strangers in hijab. No one asked me or compelled me to it, I hardly have Muslim friends, and those selective ones are also very liberal when it comes to compulsion in religion (well they are supposed to…there is no compulsion in religion –Qur’an 2:256). I dint read anything, normally I read a lot, but never it have been on religion.

Given all these facts it seems impossible as how I may be into it, not to mention the way I was before. I wasn’t blind about fashion, I was modest then also (modest as in Indian parents sense ;) ), used to dress good, no revealing clothes, no excessive jewelry. But I was in, in all sense. I was certainly into looking good, I always wanted my hair to be open, flowy and combed. Makeup which will make my color of a lighter tone or will let my features enhanced was always welcome. I avoided meetings after day long of work. So much it was there that I was pointed by my childhood friend that I keep a lot of note of presentation.

But suddenly on the morning of 29th December, Monday I woke up early at 8 (ya that’s early for me, even on a working day :D ) and decided that I will wear hijab. I was not sure why, was not sure from when and certainly not about the degree I was going to cover myself. The only thing I can remember is reading the following verses of Qur’an randomly on net a few days back, not exactly sure when:

Say to the believing men that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty: that will make for greater purity for them: And Allah is well acquainted with all that they do. (Qur’an 24:30)

And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty; that they should not display their beauty and ornaments except what (must ordinarily) appear thereof; that they should draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their beauty except to their husbands, their fathers..(a list of exceptions)..and that they should not strike their feet in order to draw attention to their hidden ornaments. And O ye Believers! turn ye all together towards Allah, that ye may attain Bliss. (Qur’an 24:31)

The feeling of going for hijab was so strong in me that I started searching stuff on hijab online, the logic behind it, the Islamic reason, practicality of it in today’s world, the problem faced, the solutions therein and everything starting and ending on hijab; then and there itself. I was afraid but confident in a way which I can’t explain. I was going under a mix of emotions and my mind and heart were battling on something which I wasn’t so sure of. I even felt that those 3 days (29th December – 31st December, 2008) me was not me at all, it was some super-natural force which was there, an inspiration within.

I was certainly not brainwashed, how I can be by these simple two verses of the Qur’an, given I never mentioned and asked anyone about hijab before. Those 3 days was a test for me, I knew not the path I was going to follow but I was somehow sure it was right because it’s in the BOOK. I am a Muslim, always was (I believe everything on earth is Muslim by nature, again a long discussion), believed in one God, Qur’an and the Sunnah of Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessing be upon him); knew about hijab from birth, knew these verses long back, knew the meaning also, but it never clicked me, it never made me think the way I was thinking those three days.

All I can remember is that I mentioned it to some of my closest friends, happen to be non-Muslim and hid it from my parents, Muslim. I know an unexplainable thing but that what I did. I was afraid that my parent will think that I am under someone’s influence, I was afraid that I won’t be able to explain the strong desire and force in me guiding towards hijab. It’s not like they dint wanted me to do it but for sure it would have been more of a shock than pleasant surprise for them. To my luck and by the Grace of God my friends were with me. They supported and encouraged me towards it. Lian, Jaimy, Sangy, Dhir, Shanu I will be always grateful to you guys and words may not explain it. We shopped for full sleeves dresses, abayas and hijab together and the experiences were unique in themselves. Of course not knowing what you want and asking for the same has to be unique. One such memorable thing is the Nisha Model we saw in hijab, in nearly every shop we went and how it became a joke between us.

The real drama started from 1st when I wore it. I told my parents the night before, surprisingly, dad was more cool and believed me and once again trusted me with my freedom, but mom, like always, was a bit worried though a lot happy and proud. :) I felt for the first time I did something extra-ordinary, unexpected but desired by both of them.

When I was seen with hijab obviously a lot of eyebrows were raised, some had the guts to ask, and the others went overboard by their not-so-welcome comments. I was always more than happy to explain that hijab is not subjection, it’s a modest way of dressing, it is prescribed by Allah for both men and women, it is not cultural, it’s the same all over the world, because its Islamic, it’s to keep away the unwanted attention, my mind conveys better than my body, it’s by my will I am wearing it and I was ignorant all these days not to wear it. This should have answered the unending queries, but Alas! Man is never satisfied.

I was handed over a bunch of advices and comments that just made me laugh or look at the person from tip to toe in order to ensure myself if I was speaking to a sane human being only. Strange it may seem, but educated people handed me advices like,

· You are not getting married, are you? Then why wearing it, enjoy your days.

· Are you leaving your studies?

· Do you know that it has reduced your beauty by 60%

· You will leave it; it’s just so not practical.

· Do you have a boyfriend; did he ask you to wear it?

· You parent’s forced you into this, all Muslim parents do that.

· There are people who appear religious but are corrupt inside.

No, I am not getting married, not leaving my studies and certainly not forced into this. I am still enjoying my days and enjoying them better than before, it all depends upon your definition of enjoying. I still dress good but for myself, not for others. I don’t care how much it has reduced my beauty, I am still beautiful, like every other human being, I am beautiful to my parents, to my friends and this all is what matters. Beauty is of mind, of character, not of face, skin color or for body shape. My beauty in its full sense is not for strangers to enjoy. My boyfriend? Oh crap, do you think I will stick to the guy who won’t let me wear what I want to. And how I am inside has nothing to do with how I appear outside. If I don’t appear religious will it make me less corrupt (if at all I am so).

And in all sense it’s practical, I am studying, working and doing every normal thing from past 6 months and it has been practical WITH THE HIJAB. So in short I am an educated, free, independent, modern muslimah proudly wearing my hijab by my will. That’s the reason for this celebration.

Many things happened in past six months but nothing led me to leave my hijab , Alhamdulilalh, I am very short tempered but the confidence and joy of wearing it let me handle every unpleasant remark (like above) with patience and understanding. Hijab has not been just the head covering for me, it is now my identity, it is what made me spiritual by all means, it is what let me understand Islam in its true sense and also it is the thing which let me differentiate between people and their reason of inclination towards me, I did gain a lot of encouragement and a thumbs up but at the same time I have lost friends too. But I believe that it has happened for the good and InshaAllah will continue to happen so. :)

Talking about celebrations, here is one more thing to celebrate; Mc Donalds have finally opened in Chennai. Hers the first (busy) day pic of it, to eat on time you certainly have to wait for 2 hours in the queue. :D

P.S. All the pics, except for the last one are taken from google images.
P.P.S. I was supposed to post this on 1st july, itself but was unable to do so because of reasons uncountable.
P.P.P.S. I am feeling blue from one week, here publicly i say sorry to those who are hurt because of me, this guilt is not going to leave me, i cant mend things but certainly i am sorry. :( I hope things turn better. :(

Liberating from Right to Personal Choice : Niqab

2009-06-26T00:36:00.001+05:30

Pre-Script : The opinion mentioned below are solely mine unless specifically mentioned otherwise. It's clear that I am not happy and personally i don't have a grudge against Sarkozy or French Govt. till they stay away from veil and a girl's modesty.

The infamous husband of Famous Carla Bruni (of naked pic fame) and France President, Nicolas Sarkozy has recently “liberated” the “oppressed” Muslim women who wear Burqa by their will as a submission to GOD.

He has been quoted saying "The issue of the burqa is not a religious issue, it is a question of freedom and of women's dignity.” Perhaps, donning an overall, willingly, which hides your face, just because you feel you can be closer to God is not at all religious. Perhaps, living such an “uncommon” life where every other person throws you a skeptical look is slavery. Perhaps, something which protects a woman from the evil eyes and rude remarks suppresses her dignity. Perhaps, the French government has gone nuts. Perhaps, no perhaps was needed for the previous sentence.

courtesy : Miss France

France, by chance is a “secular” country. So secular, that it has gone to the extent of “not welcoming” the right to practice religion freely (and harmlessly). Which by chance, happens to be one of the most fundamental rights of humans. Sarkozy decided by his will that it throws women under a life of oppression and refrained himself by conducting a survey on how many women actually do it for other’s will. May be he was too busy to act as a hero of captivated Muslim girls. Honestly speaking, Sarkozy should ban clothes at all and stop making one by one sensationalizing comments.

Interestingly, Sarkozy is no new in the list, once a Bishop of Rochester announced that he doesn’t like niqab because there’s something wrong with it, then Dr. John R. and G. Brown, two Scotsmen said they had an issue with niqab too. The former wears a purple robe and a pointed hat and the latter comes from a country where men wear pleated skirts (no harm meant to the sentiments of people of concerning faith/ country), in words of the most courageous and outspoken Muslim woman of today's world - Yvonne Ridley.

A progressive educated Muslim girl in the veil

Many other critics are of the view that it creates hurdles in communication. In the era of ever expanding global village, where communications are done by emails, mobiles, telephones, letters etc., where radios, i-pods are the necessities of life, it can be only absurd to state the importance of face expression for communication. And if face was all that mattered, why the identity cards were invented, which need to be attested by the signature of the person who is of course not the one in the picture on the card. Infact I agree when Yvonne Ridley says that men, including Sarkozy (:D) should try to stay away from our (girl’s) wardrobes.

For some reason, I can’t understand the nature of the state itself. First they run after the turbans now they run after women to remove their modest dressing. France is a state where wearing revealing clothes, which are supposed to be enjoyed by men more than women is considered freedom. It’s a state where hiding chastity and practicing modesty is viewed as subjection to men.

with hijab w/out hijab
an excellent example

Honestly speaking, I don’t think an attire which keeps away the drooling eyes of men is a subjection to them. The subjection here is dressing to show them what they desire to see. I may sound harsh here, but that’s what the truth is. Sarkozy is right when he says it’s subjection. Yes it is subjection, subjection to the will of God. Not to the will of man. And France needs to understand this.

For the kind information of French Government, niqab is not mandatory in Islam, though it is mandatory to protect one’s modesty and there are some ways described to follow the same. Hijab (head covering) comes under it and niqab doesn’t. It is advised though. So if a Muslim women wears a niqab it means she is trying to be closer to God and avoid men and their unnecessary attraction towards her. It by no chance means that she has been tortured to it.

...and they say they need to free us

French Government must be deaf, dumb and blind not to note that no woman will go for a burqa/niqab/face veil and work, study and move in the same society where half naked girls roam around just because they are under subjection and can’t raise their voice. It must be blessed with the least analytical mind to miss the fact that it is done freely and no true Muslim can or will force it unto women. It must be the most sickular state to avoid interpreting the ayah There is no compulsion in religion... (Qur’an 2:256).

It's our choice, our freedom

French government should stop attacking on the personal freedom of people and should keep itself away from adopting such sterile and unethical measures in false name of “granting freedom”. If it really means to do so it should stop passing measurements on how short a dress of a girl needs to be.

And i wish Mr. Nicolas Sarkozy a speedy recovery (from his redesigning-girl's-closet-and-redefining-right-to-personal-choice syndrome). Get Well Soon Sir.

Islamic Google and ❤❤Mirage❤❤

2009-06-22T16:32:00.001+05:30

The media, the politicians, the so called self-branded “jihadi’s” and a lot more people knowing nothing but the spelling of ISLAM and the rule of polygamy (on surface of course) are enough to represent a distorted picture of Islam to any layman who wishes to know about the religion “genuinely”. Fine, you may actually get authentic and detailed information too, but it is really hard to sort out which one is true and worthy to believe. Specially, for people like me, who are blank on books about Islam or let’s say just too lazy to find one, open it and read it and then understand it too :D, it’s really difficult. But thanks to the all new search engine I found, I am relieved.

The search engine is called “Islamic Google” [http://www.islamicgoogle.com/] and is build for people searching exclusive on Islam or Muslims. It’s believed to posses a ‘safe search’ technology keeping away the ‘unwanted’ stuffs out of search and shall produce result from the best of Islamic Sites on net.

Though it is powered by Google, it is not allied or associated with the search giant Google. Here what the search engine declares about itself :

“Islamic search engine powered by Google will strive to provide an easy to use resource to anyone wanting to learn more about Islam and provide a good way for Muslims to surf the web safely. IslamicGoogle will use ‘safe search’ technology and will produce results from all over the Internet with more weighting to given famous Islamic websites. It eliminates the vast majority of unsavoury content, such as pornography, and applies strict filtering for both explicit text and explicit images,”

And here goes there disclaimer:

“We work closely with Google to help ensure that the results are not objectionable in nature. However, some of the results and adverts that are displayed may not be in line with Islam and we do not endorse any of the results or adverts displayed on IslamicGoogle,”

Along with it, I have a new excitement to share with all here. : )
I made the long pending, new blog, finally. :) I have been telling people about the same for quite a long time. I was really thinking that the present one was turning into a dustbin where I was dumping everything, literally :P..The new blog will be a piece of mind for the present one and also for those who were fed up of me posting all poems and fiction things here :D . Let’s keep the present one for my occasional ramblings and those rare times when I pen down something sensible :P.

So the new blog is called ❤❤~~Mirage~~❤❤ - Too real to be an imagination. The name credit goes to one of my really special friend :) wanna thank him publicly…thanks dear..it’s a wonderful name …and goes with the theme of the blog, but the caption credit is mine :D :P. I made two new posts in it too. Check it out :) One of the poem which I really love, I am posting it here too…hope people will like it…:) Do leave your comments about the new blog, it’s look, feel and posts…and no need to be nice… :P

Companion For Me Is You..

Crushed hopes, dark world, lost ways and killed aspirations

Once, there was a world of such devastations.

Mourning continued, sobbing followed, night kept creeping in

Plight like this, and a girl fastened there in.

And all the miracles of which mortals are aware; seemed false

Nothing worked, all went in despair.

Indeed the only thing she needed was a little love, a little care

Or may be a little stretched hand to support; but

None came, none bothered and she was left alone.

For a while, suddenly the prayers seemed to come true

On a far land, came an angel, as human he grew

Ripping the darkness, steeped in her little world, wiped her tears off

Making an unsaid promise, held her hand and walked short

Entwined fingers, shivering body and a new ray of hope

Inside she was afraid, but knew now she ll cope

She knew, the angel came for her, came to love and trust her

Yes, she knew he came to be a companion of her

Oh, how happy she was, to be loved, to be cared, to be trusted all again

Unending tears followed, but this time, not in vain.

Thats all for now :)..Allah Hafiz

Companion for me is you..

2009-06-22T00:07:00.001+05:30

Crushed hopes, dark world, lost ways and killed aspirations

Once, there was a world of such devastations.

Mourning continued, sobbing followed, night kept creeping in

Plight like this, and a girl fastened there in.

And all the miracles of which mortals are aware; seemed false

Nothing worked, all went in despair.

Indeed the only thing she needed was a little love, a little care

Or may be a little stretched hand to support; but

None came, none bothered and she was left alone.

For a while, suddenly the prayers seemed to come true

On a far land, came an angel, as human he grew

Ripping the darkness, steeped in her little world, wiped her tears off

Making an unsaid promise, held her hand and walked short

Entwined fingers, shivering body and a new ray of hope

Inside she was afraid, but knew now she ll cope

She knew, the angel came for her, came to love and trust her

Yes, she knew he came to be a companion of her

Oh, how happy she was, to be loved, to be cared, to be trusted all again

Unending tears followed, but this time, not in vain.

P.S. It's the nearest poem to my heart...something which came so deep from my heart that i almost forgot that it was just a mix of words...:)
P.P.S. this is actually a dedication, which i forgot to mention ...it's dedicated to the sweet "Angel" who has made my life sugury sweet..with added touch of salt and pepper when he loses his patient nerve :P

Birthday...in MAY

2009-06-17T12:43:00.001+05:30

As i said in my previous to previous post that i have lots of things to tell rather write on blog..one such thing is my birthday...Sadly...very Sadly...the most saddest thing in my life happens to be my birthday...not because i regret being born....or any such random typical teenager mind game thing...crap..i LOVE that i am born..it's Allah's mercy on me :) :) ....but i hate that i am born in MAY... :( :(

there are a lots of reason to it...first of all MAY is supposed to be summer here in India...is it summer everywhere??..who cares....so because it's summer...All the schools and colleges are closed :( :(....that means NO celebration...coz NO friends...everyone leave town to go either to their native or for a holiday...and no matter wherever i go...i feel alone...sans friends on birthday....so many times birthday happened when we were in train...on way to native :( :(....can it be any sadder than this....

As this wasn't enough ...when now i am in no school or college...worse...i am doing articleship...still i couldn't enjoy my birthday :( :(....coz ICAI...the great, prestiious ICAI (no sarcasm here :) ) thinks that summmer holz are best to keep exams...actually they do consider november....but my fate....both ma PCC and final were/are scheduled in may :( :(....

I was on study holz dis time :(....worst...the WORST thing to happen on a birthday....but thanks to all those sweet souls...who remembered ma birthday...all ma friends...who made an effort to gave me a call or a message :)....though i missed having fun with you all :( :(.....i agian regret for bieng born in may :(....

This time though my bro gave me a surprise :)....ma sweet bro ....or lets cut the word sweet :P...he is smart...way smart than to be sweet actually :D :D..hope he isn't reading this :P...so anyways it was sweet of him to arrange the surprise when all my frnds were locked up in their room and i was at home..still he managed a few stuffs and we family of 5 enjoyed...have a look...

Not much stuff huh??

well half of the things mom prepared...and ppl ate as soon as it was served...so could'nt get the original pic of lot of things :(

anyways hope u enjoyed our small gathering.. :)

Hope fully atleast next birthday i wont have exams..and their ll be friends to enjoy with too :)..lets see :) :)

Ahm ahm...It's being spiritual

2009-06-16T22:33:00.001+05:30

Oh my GOD!!!

Oh my GOD!!!

Oh my GOD!!!

Today, a friend of mine told me that I was being communal in my posts…..

I beg your pardon…???!!!!

Am I really being communal….???!!!

HELL NO…where????…how??…show me???…..i am so not being communal….I so do support secularism…even in Islam we have been asked to respect other’s faith….there is a full length guidance thingy about Rights of Non-Muslim in an Islamic state…so if there such a thing in Islam….how can I follow communalism???? I am shocked…hell shocked…..i so do support that communalism is just a disaster thingy for any nation...

I think the friend was referring to the following para of my previous post..

A lot among them turning to social evils and targeting the weakest, the one such, which I remember was Satipratha. I was told it was practiced under Hinduism. As a kid just learning differences between religions I went back home and was proud to confirm from that such practice was never ever followed in Islam.

Ok so if it was concerning this…I will ask you politely to read the full article and not to make a judgment on the first para itself…though in the very first para itself I mentioned that I was a SIX GRADER back then…a child’s mind may be molded in any form..Remember??….and in the full post if u read it carefully, you will get my point…I was NOT talking about the difference between Hinduism or Islam…hell NO..i was so NOT doing that….I was just trying to convey my thought on how Women are not being treated as they should be…as I don’t know much about other faith’s and am a new learner of my own….i tried to write in the light of Islamic knowledge…whatever little I have….

On further going down my post you will realize that I did advocate that Men…even Muslim men are not giving women their due right….leave Islamic right which were beautifully drafted 1400 years ago…they are even not giving them the Basic human rights…drafted by UNO…drafted by so called western countries….drafted by our nation itself…

I later did suggested how Muslim girls are supposed to protect and empower them..only because when I wrote this post…I was mostly referring Muslim girls…but if u critically analyze it..it fits for all…

So you got my point basically…that I was not being Communal….

Hope you got it now..it was shocking…heart-breaking that I was being communal….

I mean…how can I be…when I have lived all my life in defense colonies of a secular nation…a mini India…when I have 99% of my friends from non-Islamic faiths…how can I be….i respect their faith…and I respect theirs….I respect our constitution for providing us the fundamental right of practicing one’s own religion and faith…..I love that India is secular (I mean everyone tells so)….

Funny how it may sound….but I think everyone by now would have noticed how I include GOD in my every other post…But isn’t GOD every where??....so why not in my posts as well :D

And following one's religion is not communal....eeiyyuu..yucky you cant say so....it's just my belief..it's being SPIRITUAL...if you reallly want to call it..call it being RELIGIOUS ( which i am so not...at least now) i cant keep my belief on one side and my blog on another....when God himself says in the Quran that he rests in our heart... :)

Women - where do they stand today

2009-06-16T13:03:00.001+05:30

Written by Heena Kausher Ansari • August 09, 2008

As a 6th grader in school I was taught in history class about one among various superstitious practices followed in India. A lot among them turning to social evils and targeting the weakest, the one such, which I remember was Satipratha. I was told it was practiced under Hinduism. As a kid just learning differences between religions I went back home and was proud to confirm from that such practice was never ever followed in Islam.

Little I knew then that its not the religion, not the time (Sathipratha was followed long back) not the man made boundaries on land, but the mind set, the thinking, the understanding of a man dominated society and its product man to rule over the fairer sex. For if it was supposed to be a reason among any of the former arguments then the case of Zarina and alike cases must have not occurred.

To people not so keen with news, it’s a case about a Pakistani 18year old married girl who suffered acid attack by her neighbor. An attack which did not stop from melting her eyelids, lips, face, shoulder, chest, but melted her beauty, her life, her hopes and questioned her existence as a free human.

Woman, the fairer sex, before the name changed was referred as the weaker sex who is also commonly used as synonym.

Why is it so, why has it always been a male dominated society. Many ‘whys’ are not answered and so we turn towards God and its religion for replies.

So talking about Zarina’s case, was that Islam taught us or is teaching anywhere? No. Going back in time, it was only due to Prophet Mohammed S.A.W that the heinous crime of killing girl child was aborted in Arab, after people accepted Islam as a way of life.

Islam is and has always been a religion which respects the status of women and encourages good treatment towards them. In fact, the heaven for which every human desire for has been told to lie at under a mother’s feet, one of woman’s various roles.

Then what is that the world doesn’t treat her so, if not equal and more important why is it so that the world thinks and blames Islam for designating woman a lower status than man.

It’s the “ignorance’. Ignorance against the laws of humanity, the philosophy of ‘live and let live’ and on top of all the understanding of Islam and its teaching.

One remarkable fact to note is that all such cases arise mostly and majorly among poor and uneducated class of people. People who are mostly at a loss to know what the religion or in fact the whole of humanity teaches them and expects them to act so.

Poor girls like Zarina are hardly imparted any education, written or oral so withdrawing every possibility of making a future by earning money. The only future they have is under a man, his name as his daughter, wife or mother and the only education they receive are the guidelines from their grandmothers, mothers, aunts and sisters to keep quiet and to accept any and all of such barbaric treatments.

They are kept away from the so called ‘modern education’ so as not to make rebels out of these innocent hearts. A girl finally turns to a pitiable soul, who having no education, no money, a family (mainly children) to feed and a heart filled with motherhood can’t leave her husband.

It’s again not their fault, with a viewpoint as theirs. It seems all tolerable to accept these hateful treatments. They are in need to be educated about the legal rights prevalent in the country and the rights which the religion bestows them with.

It’s a pity in today’s contemporary world that women have to fight for what they already deserve. Men, then also, are not ready to compromise. We read, hear and witness this brutally malicious act being repeated over and over again, only reflecting the value of women in society.

There can be many solutions for this problem. As for ignorance, solution is knowledge, for this it has to be widespread education- an education which will impart economic independence among women through employment. Other steps can be tougher laws and more importantly their strict implementation. The police investigation and the court trials should be impartial and as fast as they can be. The penalty should be no less than death for those found guilty.

Government, Muslim leaders and Ulemas should not only go on making laws or delivering speeches but instead, I hope, they be a bit practical in their sayings. Then may be, if Allah desires and all goes well, in some time we might be able to give back women their real place in society.

P.S.: This was written by me some 10 months ago...sadly women's position haven't changed much...so reposting it...as per the grammitical mistakes..ignore them..it was written in a hurry..and i dint review it ;)

P.P.S.: I wrote it after reading about Zarina's case..and it is already published on IDMV here

The intro of Moi :D

2009-06-13T23:03:00.002+05:30

Assallam Aliekum (Peace be upon all)

I am known as Heena in the real and formal world; full name Heena Kausher Ansari, but in the virtual world and the world of those closely related to me call me Gul, Gulshan and then their creativity flows to the limit unimaginable. I don’t mind either of them.

I lived a blessed life of full 19 yrs , 1 month and 3 days on this wonderful and marvelous earth. God has somehow always been kind to me. And my belief on Him just strengthens with every passing second. No, I am not a religious kind of person; in fact I started getting a little spiritual only a few months back. The right thing exactly at the right time happened to me. :)

My interest hovers on variety of topics; nation, politics, literature, science, people, religion, mythology, logics, random, and you can go on naming them. I am unpredictable even to myself. I fail to understand my emotion so much that at times strangers get me better than I can. But this thing doesn’t let me go down. I feel it’s the search for peace within me. And I get closer to my goal the more I get lost this way. After all to find the way you ought to get lost (abridged from to run you need to walk :D :P).

I try out every new thing I can and also which I can’t. My loved ones caption me as too experimenting and somehow I love the caption. :) I get deviated very fast. I may be speaking on something nd in an instant I ll change the topic. This is not how I get lost; this is something which once a friend told me happens because I have numerous of thought running in my mind and want to vomit them all, but have no control on them. I am learning. It helps and I love to learn.

But I hate studies. For the sake of formality I ll let you know I am studying CA. Have given my PCC and awaiting results. And I belong to UP, never lived there; I have the extremely blessed fate of traveling and residing with people who take pledge to guard the nation :). Ya, I am patriotic too. A little too much. You dare not to stand when the National anthem goes on, and you are dead. Mind you.

I know I had to write not because I was born with any silver, gold, diamond pen but because I always knew my words on paper are a more of a mirror to my heart than the tears in my eyes. They always defined me, somehow completed me, they are the walking stick in old age, the oxygen which I breath, the cloak which covers me, they are my life.

The sand is running down the sand box. I have no time, literally. I don’t know much about me. It’s anyways something for others to know. So I ll stop myself *wondering who is gonna have the patience to read it full* :/.

P.S. I wrote this for WL..because there was a series lik ds going on..but y i wrote it here?? i just have no idea about it.
Treat it as my making up with my stupid posts for over a gap of 3 months ;)
and may be who knows ...some of u mite b interested in knowing me :P :P

P.P.S. The pic is oh-so-not mine :D

I am back..with a bang :D

2009-06-12T22:11:00.002+05:30

PAPERS ARE OVER.

Look at that sentence…it looks incomplete..Yes it surely does…

there should be an “Alhamdulillah” after it…

or may be “finally”…

or may be “pheww”…

or may be a “screaming me”…

but it doesn’t matter..it’s a sentence I wanted to write from ages and ages ago…

or lets be honest…rather let me be honest..a sentence I wanted to write from about a month ago…why??? Because I started studying only a month back…the study u call a CA study…not the usual me reading some case law and remembering those weird names just because they sound…oh so weird…not because they are part of my examination syllabus (hell it’s such a horrible word!!!)

Whatever that sentence is peaceful…very peaceful..Alhamdullillah….

I want to write so many things..

want to tell so many things….

have started hating so many things….

have started loving so many things...

have so many people to blame…

have sooooooooo many people to thanks…

but I am lost…I mean am at a loss of words..Or may be am lost…whichever is true..I hardly care….the point is there are so many things in my mind that I am not able to comprehend them properly.. It feels like that auditing and costing exam.. Everything in my mind and me at a loss of word…or was I lost??? but now i don’t want to comprehend them….why…?? Because I am happy being like this…

Anyways..what am I doing…TALKING STUDIES ON BLOG ….oh God pls…no one …no one among you people is gonna tell me that I have changed….yes I know that’s true..but let’s keep it like “it’s for the good…”

Ok so the main point..exams are over..and my keyboard will be going under severe torcher….:D :D and may be even you guys :P…I have so much to write..but for the sake of this post let’s keep it till exams…

The good thing : they are over…ALHAMDULILLAH

The bad thing: i have screwed half of them…that amount to 3 outta 6 (what math :D)

The good thing: I realize now what Jaimy and Tarun were doing…when they were looking in the books…they weren’t murmuring..oh sure they weren’t….

The Bad thing: I was murmuring and dreaming while doing so :(

The good thing: I learnt the correct definition of the word “HARDWORK”

The bad thing: I feel I have to refresh my memory over the word “LUCK” (it has to be wid me ..has to)

The good thing: I know what FRIENDS mean..i mean all of them..Mom (yes I know I wrote friends) Lian, Angel, Ram, Fatin, Dhir, Shailu, Shanu,….i get emo when I think of u guys ..i mean…

mom thanks for tolerating my extreme behavior…

Lian, Angel..thanks for getting up in the middle of night and encouraging me with the most loving, caring and zealous words..

Ram..Thanks for being in touch..

Fatin..for the miss calls in morning :) it meant a lot….

Dhir..Oh dear I can’t list down how you supported me in my al sudden mood swings…

Shailu…for constantly reminding me that there someone whom I always tend to forget but he does remember :)…

and Finally Shanu..thanks for fighting, scolding, loving , caring, tolerating, encouraging me every time..It showed your care…even when you behaved in those inhumane ways..:P and even in all your gentleman-ness

There are a lot more ppl I missed…I know..i am sorry ppl…blame it on my poor memory over stuffed with those matter written in Arial, 10, black on CA books.

The Bad thing: I wasn’t being in touch..:( I am sorry….and I was being immature and extreme and emo..i am sorry again ….:(

The good thing: I came closer to my extremism

The bad thing: I still think it wasn’t me

The good thing: I have doubled my faith in GOD…and yes it’s because of the exams

The bad thing: I still sin a lot :(

Ahggg…it’s never ending….basically exams alone did a lot of change in me and my life..Besides the BIG BIG changes already happening in my life sans the effect of exams..I know I won’t be able to come at par with the expectations of people around me, this time…but believe me I tried…I miscalculated and then I failed…I am sorry..but I ll do it…if it goes wrong again…and that won’t let you ppl down…

WHAT AM I THINKING…the result aren’t out…that means I STILL HAVE TIME..and Inshaallah I ll pass…:) Don’t you remember ALLAH is all merciful and that God helps those who help themselves…hell…again I am thinking two contrasting statements at the same time :(..Isn’t this insecurity..nah..let’s say it’s the devil’s work..It’s so easy to do that :P..plus it improves your belief on GOD..YAY!!

So anyways…results aren’t out…and it ll take time…till then…aap main aur mera blog :P

P.S. the post is concerning just the exam..other matters ll be dealt in the subsequent posts

P.P.S. I feel I have lost that “writing” thing in me….do you feel so too..

P.P.P.S. Have a detailed look on my blog….isn’t it kinda different *hint* the pets, personality and stuff :P

Egg-jam fever needs sacrifice :(

2009-03-15T18:52:00.001+05:30

“CA needs your tears, sweat and blood”. These are the words of a well known teacher of accounts, a CA, an ICWA and an ACS, all in one. Though I never had an opportunity to study from him, still I respect his words a lot, thanks to the Accounts-God like status assigned to him by other students.

I can’t cut myself, or stand in heat or cry over my poor(est) preparation (ever), so I have thought limiting my mind till studies only [of course sans a few exception ;)]. I am NOT blogging till next 3 months :’( :’(. I think this is what he meant by his words also.

I know this looks like impossible given my obsession with penning down something or the other every time. But I shall stay strict on my schedule. Shall just study and pray. Though I will MISS MISS and MISS my blog a lot :’(, but there is no better way.

Hopefully this strictness and sacrifice will pay me as a “Pass” result in the upcoming exam.
I will miss everyone connected to the blog too, a lot (and guys do miss me too :P ).

Wish me Luck and Stay blessed. :)

Is my scarf too bright for your eyes??

2009-03-15T13:37:00.001+05:30

For some or the other reason I can never figure out what wrong is my scarf doing to you? Why you look at it with those weird eyes?? I bet, if my scarf would have been a living thing, it would have hanged itself or hid its face or left the world to become a sanayasi or would have cried all day, thanks to those strange expression of your wide eyes. Thankfully, it’s just a piece of cloth wrapped around my head, doing harm neither to me nor to you. But still, somehow I always feel you are uncomfortable with my scarf. Why??

Is it too bright for your eyes??

Is it making you feel hot in this climate??

Is it making you feel uneasy??

Is it too stylish and makes you feel out of fashion??

Is it making you feel oppressed??

Is it making you feel knowledge less??

Is it making you feel guilty??

Is it making you feel ugly??

Is it blocking your nose with foul smell?

Is it terrorising you??

Don’t tell me your answer is yes to any of the above questions. :D :D. I can only laugh while I look back at the above questionnaire. :P :P Still I shall try to answer these.

I chose my scarf so that it should go with maximum dresses. So either it will be black or off-white (most of the time) or complementing my dress (depends). I left wearing bright dresses also since I took hijab. So it is clear that my scarf is not giving you any color blindness. No. 1 reason is ruled out.

My scarf, on my head should make me feel hot or you?? C’mon. Those people who tell me they feel hot seeing the scarf on my head really puzzle me up. How can that be? Pls pls be a little sane.

Again, why are you feeling uneasy? It is me who is hooded in this open head crowd. If at all someone is feeling uneasy it should be me but I am here fresh and smiling as always. So why are you uneasy?

Too stylish?? Yay!! If this is the reason then I am more than happy. But wait a sec a scarf hiding your hair, forehead and pretty much every part till shoulder except your face, how can it be stylish?? A world where even Britney is held as a fashion icon, a scarf has little hope but to be considered anything but stylish. *Sigh*

These days oppressed is the word associated proudly by whole world to Muslim girls. So I think I should have not put this question at all in the list. My mistake.

I have already commented in my blog that scarf is the least thing that can make me look knowledge less, leave aside your case. But still if some m#$%^& think that girls in scarf are uneducated and sans knowledge, I will love to have a talk with them.

My hijab which automatically draws line of modesty around me, if it is making you feel guilty of the fact that you are too blind to run in the fashion marathon at stake of your modesty and decency, then I am thankful to god that he chose me to make you realize the fact. * Least possibility though*

:D :D I think I look cute with the scarf (I hardly care what you think) so being around me won’t make you ugly. Rather, may be, you would be looking more beautiful being with me.

I wash, wash, and wash my scarf every day. So even if it’s the same black scarf the second day too, then probably it’s the dustbin in the corner of the room which smells but not my scarf. Mind you x-( x-(

Last and may be the only sane reason in the list, it might be terrorizing you. If it is, please be afraid of the Ram Sene that they probably drag you to your home (if you are a girl) or beat you up for “dating” a Muslim (if you are a guy) than wasting your time thinking what I might be hiding under my scarf. An AK-47? Ya right.

So, I think it’s better you tell me what’s wrong with my scarf and what this innocent pale looking thing has done to you than passing those weird looks filled with disgust, uneasiness, weirdness and God only knows what all. I love my scarf and I feel for it.

Girl you are the life of world

2009-03-14T01:33:00.001+05:30

In support of Girl Child

Love

Affection

Passion

Compassion

Hope

Source

Life

Smile

Calm

Charm

Warm

Deep

Sweet

Grace

Embrace

Blossom

Mercy

Benevolent

Forgiving

Bearing

Suffering

Loving..

Oh Girl...You are so much to the world..It is incomplete without you....It is colourless without you..It is life less without you..It needs you..It needs you

Poem again..

2009-03-13T00:08:00.001+05:30

** Following is just my take on the Choodiyan fever prevalent in lounge..and a rather useless attempt (again) at hindi poetry...spare me for these poetry posts..but i am just enjoying it.. :)

“Chand choodiyon ke intezaar me
Paagal roye rehti hai
Hasti khelti thi pehle
Jane kyun ab khoyi rehti hai

Har subah sadak pe
Sooraj ki laali jab chaati hai
Nange pawn wahan ye
Khoyi si Daudi jaati hai

Sheher ke simt tikaye nazren
Jaane Kisko khoja karti hai
Har aati bus se utarte logon me
ek jaana chehra dhundha karti hai

bikharne ke baad bhid logon ki
ek udaas aansu gaalo pe therta hai
Fir unhi Bheegi jhuki aankhon se
Sooni kalaiyan taka karti hai

Kuch soch wahi palken utha ke
Fir wahi simt dekha karti hai
Chand chudiyon ki intezaar me
Paagal roye rehti hai”

“ kuch gehre khayaalon me
din bhar khoya rehta hai
chand tooti choodiyon ko
akele me chooma karta hai

jab aur log ghanti sunne pe
khaane ko jaaya karte hain
ye kuch note roz mod k
ek dibbe me jama karta hai

Guzarte waqt bazaar se
Roz wahi gali tham jaata hai
Rangeen choodiyon ko pyaar se
Dekhe jaye jata hai

Ek chehra fir ankhon pe
Kuch der theher jaata hai
Saabut choodiyan ka rang use
Zeher sa chubha jaata hai

Dobaara fir kuch soch ke
Who note gina karta hai
chand tooti choodiyon ko
akele me chooma karta hai”

●๋•gυℓѕнαη●๋•™ - an attempt towards Acrostic poem

2009-03-12T12:23:00.003+05:30

Greatly thankful to God for being so kind

Unfurling happiness from the boundaries confined

Lighting my little world with all I can

Shaping my surroundings as it shapes mine

Holding a vision and aspirations high

A little sane and a little insane mind

No one or someone - I am enjoying being ●๋•gυℓѕнαη●๋•™

P.S. Read this post at WL ...cheers!!!

Little drops of happiness, Little grains of shock, Makes a wonderful day and a Happy me :)

2009-03-11T20:33:00.001+05:30

It always feels great when you talk to one of your very good friend after a long gap. Well, yesterday night I happened to find one of my friend online, who I thought has forgotten this poor me. :( All this while, I was wondering how can Shailu just make a single call and think he has done his part of remembrance. :( How can he forget me in just one month break, away from city? :( Has he stopped caring for me? :( Is he too happy not to check on me? :( All these questions made me feel bad and go mad. I wanted to contact him, but stupid me, I dint save his landline number and was left with no contact number of his. At all. His cell was switched off so the last lifeline was cut too. But as life is, we both got busy. He in studying and me …well let’s leave this. :P

We did chat for some 20 minutes only, which was filled with complaints, from my side :D . But what made me feel good in fact comforted me was the fact that he too did missed me. :) And the most heartwarming thing he told me was that he missed me so much that once he typed my name in Google and happened to hit on my blog. And I was here thinking who does visits my blog from Bhubneshwar. So the visit to blog is not important here (oh please don’t think so), the most important and dear thing to me is that my friend did remember me. He did miss me as much I did. In fact, a step ahead, he typed my name on Google. :D :D :D Now, come on who does that. Oh Shailu you are such a sweet friend. Believe me all the while I talked to you, I felt so good that my vocabulary is limited to define that feeling. I miss bugging you with all my silly talks and duniya bhar ki problems. :P.

Now, the crazy me, I did the same thing which Shailu did, I typed my name on Google to find out on what all things did Shailu happened to hit, while searching for my name. And here is what I found at freesubmitnow.blogspot.com, a review on my blog:

" My Innocent Paradise - on Web

OK let me just explain, why I have added two words in the end " On Web" because I firmly believe in real world Paradise can on only be dreamt of. Getting back to tales from Paradise, well for me its really like a WonderLand ( so true just read that poem) .

No, these are not fictious but as Heena Kausher Ansari , says that Strange is the world…Strange is God and Strange are His ways..Strange are the people and so strange are their works…So if you are looking in this post to know the reason why I have created this blog…The reason is to find my place in so known yet strange world…

Well I was rather impressed by her, the way she has put her point across, its really pure or paak ( well I know many don't know what paak is, I too just googled it and found it means totally pure in Islam or Arabic language).

Well, Freesubmitnow.blogspot.com is a site where we submit our site for free and the author of the blog writes review of ours. I did submit my site when I started my blog and soon forgot about it thinking who will care to write a review for my blog. But, I must say I was shocked seeing this and just wanted to share with you all. It’s kind of a little happiness, well two little happiness happening at the same time :). I would have not written it here had I found it though plain searching, but as I said because it happened through a friend, I really felt excited and amazed. Little things at times make your day.

And ya its No advertising. Just plain info. ;)
Wanted to share with you all. :)

Is the Women Day really Happy??

2009-03-08T12:40:00.001+05:30

The foundation of women’s day was laid on 8 March, 1957, when several women working in a New York based Textile factory staged a protest against low wages and harsh working conditions. But today women’s day is reduced to some conferences on international basis discussing “equal” rights of women, their role in society and the age old problems related to it; exchange of short messages between friends, wishing women and with the clock striking 12 at night this all comes to an end. Life is again back on the same (and ugly) track. Women are again the weaker sex, even for that day, nothing did really change and what shall change after that, is again nothing.

This may sound too extreme and can be easily debated stating that Women have been to space, they are on the highest post, they are professionals and entrepreneurs, and they have a full fledged day to their credit. These all things are good till they feature on TV or newspaper. The numbers of such lucky women are numbered. The reality slaps hard. For long, women have been, in all society, considered lower to man and are denied of many of the basic rights. They are thrown to face all kind of discrimination, harassment and violence (in all forms). There has been serious lacking in our system for preventing such issues.

No doubt we have number of Acts for the “protection” of women like Anti Dowry, abatement to suicide, protection against the cruelty of husband and his relative and the newest Protection from Domestic violence. For some reason, the very problem in many of these acts is in their name itself. “Protection”, why cure and not prevention?? Why does our law always wait for a victim to suffer and then provide “protection”?? Why can’t we start from preventing of it? Well it’s irrelevant now, given that IPC is at least that lenient to provide protection to women. Prevention may follow. Let’s wait and hope for it.

The Protection from Domestic Violence act provides a woman protection against any act /conduct /omission /commission that harms or injures or has the potential to harm or injure, physically, sexually, emotionally, verbally, psychologically, and economically. Further it is more or less comparable to human rights. It provides a woman right to secure property and guarantees prevention of further harassment in course of trial and has a broader scope than precious acts.

It’s a good initiative like all others from the government’s side. But all said and done, the implementation is still pending and in a society like ours it shall always be the same. The fact is most of the cases of domestic violence or dowry or any other forms of abuse are not at all reported. Further, with 60 % of population living in rural areas, these acts fail to provide awareness regarding their benefits and do not reach to the majority of the victims. The effective (if at all) boundary of these acts are confined till the urban areas. Women are burnt, raped and abused in their own household and the cases go unnoticed as the victim fail to lodge a complaint against the same.

Family is considered as a sacred entity in India. In such scenario, the fear of breaking the bond prevents the victim to demand protection. As there is seldom any provision for rebinding given such issues make a hype in the society (Indian context) and the victim being a woman is look down throughout her leftover period of life. Moreover, most of the time, the victim being uneducated and unemployed, the funding arises as another hindrance. Though we have protection officer and NGOs but the question arises that what if the protection officers themselves are gender biased and corrupt (a normal scenario) and how the victim is supposed to reach to the NGO with all family pressure on oneself.

On the other hand, these acts with all other acts of women empowerment are more of a nature of pro- woman. They lack the provision of a detailed investigation so as to forcing men to suffer the consequences, no matter whomever fault it may be. There have been a lot of cases where women have taken undue advantage of these acts to benefit themselves. This largely happens because, as I said earlier, these acts do not reach to the actual victim, most of them being in rural areas. Where women are already educated and independent these acts have less use. Awareness is the only solution to the problem.

However, in unstable socio-political conditions as ours, domestic violence is just a small part of the story. The harassment at work and in society is another long separate subject to be discussed. We impart education to girls, make them confident of their skill and knowledge, employ them and then they are introduced to the new world of discrimination. They are sexually harassed by the superiors and male colleagues and often denied promotions, recognition and fundamental rights on the grounds of being women. There is a lack of strict laws regarding these areas.

The recent attack on pub going women in Karnataka is an added insult to the injury. Though this attack may be termed as more of a political nature, the victims are again women. The modernization is welcomed but then there should be a restriction on women again. A man can go to pub, which has a government license to operate, but women cannot. That’s against the (MALE DOMINATED) society. Why?? That’s beyond my understanding. Perhaps Ram Sene can give a better answer.

If this wasn’t enough, the new rule prohibiting girls to wear a dress with full covering in educational institutes, has again targeted women in between political fights. This rule being opposite to the above one lacks all kind of sane and insane explanation. Women here are being prevented from following one of the fundamental rights bestowed by constitution namely, the right to follow and observe one’s religion and culture peacefully.

Sadly, there are no acts or legal proceedings in these cases given the hands of politicians, higher authorities etc. in it.

With all these defects still prevalent in the system, at least I don’t see any good enough reason to celebrate women’s day. If we don’t have the freedom what is the celebration for? I agree the condition is still better than before and we can count in many things at our side, like equal right to education, work etc. But aren’t these things supposed to be ours only? Why are we begging for the things which we already deserve?? And then again why we are celebrating, when after much hue and cry, we all are imparted with what was always ours??

Still, if you want to celebrate this day, just for the sake of it, I wish all a very “happy women’s day”. *Sigh*

My new Love ::Limerick::

2009-03-06T23:54:00.002+05:30

So again, it’s proved that my mind can’t be stable for long. Some chemical locha will happen and I ll be fully in that…Study is seriously a great booster for it..If not for them I would have not thought of winding up my time (whatever I get :(, in something creative and good thing like haiku..love them all…just love them…)

Before even I managed to get out of it see I am trap in another (actually 2 of another)…One is Limerick, a kind of poetry cracked by Edward Lear. Here goes the rule for it.

1. It is five lines, single stanza poetry.

2. The syllable structure goes like this 9-9-6-6-9

3. Unlike haiku, rhyming here plays a great part. The first, second and fifth line should rhyme with another and third and fourth lines have a separate rhyming.

4. The first line should end up with a place’s name. (something really important)

5. It is supposed to be FUNNY (challenging!!).

So, if you are fed up with me on this experimental poetry writing drive, you can blame this on Ram. He introduced me to this one. Here goes his first Limerick, which is (purposely) dedicated to me :

I met a smart rabbit in Madras
With a special aura so wondrous
And with red hot temper
And Very horrifying anger
Still she is royal as a Heiress

And here is something from me :

“Relations on a virtual space
Are not stable, and often lack grace”
Those who say this and feel
Are they from real or reel?
Call them here, let them feel the embrace

*This is not actual Limerick, as it lacks the funny thing in it, but still just gave it a shot, for sake of it..

This is in response to a Limerick posted by TAN

Tan's Limerick

A bald old man from Delhi
Had the most voluminous belly
In Chandni Chawk
He flutters like a hawk
All know him as Mr. Smelly

My Limerick (continuation)

Of crowded and fast paced Delhi
From which ever road passed Mr. Smelly
The way he used to walk
All Children used to mock
But he didn’t care and ate more jelly

Now this is of course better..anyone continuing??

**And ya i wrote about two arts..the other is funny and just plain to enjoy..ll be posting it soon.

Stay Blessed and NJOY !!!!!

Passing thoughts....

2009-03-05T23:53:00.003+05:30

Hunger

Hunger striking hard
Silence Prevails, none to care
Cold crime cuddling all..

Missing You

Why you have to be
Like sand, more I close my fist
More you slip away..

Friendship

Red eyes and harsh words
-- Teary eyes and long silence
Is this “the friendship?”

Winter

Winter is back here
Can I be a cold blooded
..In hibernation?

Love..

All lost in bright lights
Of party late night, but you
--calling my number

Borders

Dividing nations
Boundaries perfectly drawn
By evil man’s hand.

Originally posted by me on WL

Haiku...am loving it..

2009-03-03T21:09:00.002+05:30

Just two days and it feels like a century (theory of relativity :P )…oh my lovely lovely blog..I missed you a lot.. :(…never mind …I am back with a bang :D…Err HAIKU…ma new found love..oh pls..its not a chin-chaw guy’s name or so…it’s a chin chaw poetry though :P :P …to be precise it’s a Japanese form of poetry…and I am in love with it…(now you got it where was I missing ;)

Though I knew about haiku long back but read about it fully in Writer’s Lounge…another new love :D (Hope these don’t cost me given my exam due in next 3 months)...So what is actually Haiku??

A haiku is basically a 5-7-5 syllable something poetry...or say lines..coz they don’t rhyme, and seldom contain any of the poetic devices, it’s simple presentation of a thing, moment or person. One more quality of Haiku is Kigo, a seasonal word, as Haiku is traditionally based on nature, and the use of Kigo is somewhat customary.

Ugggggghhhhh…I am bad at explaining technical stuff...Read it on WL...and give the credit ( or debit :D) to Pretty Prats.

Restless and overexcited me..I tried my hands..Rather brains on Haiku too...First posted it on WL..and blame it on the damn good comments I got there that I am posting it in blog too…:)

Moving round in circle
Winter, summer, rain, autumn
-Nature on its class...

Well it took me some 10 minutes while engaging the other half of my brain in Ram’s silly conversation ;)..I must admit that I hate rules...But as exception dons over everything...I think I can have Haiku’s as exception. Some lovely points about Haiku...

1. It taught me the correct concept of Syllable ( :P literally, I knew what it was, but that was just for exams, it taught me the use of syllables…Yay!!)

2. I love nature and it somehow compliments my interest.

3. It’s exam friendly...No not English grammar or literature exams...Ma CA exams...I have to prepare for them…and hardly have any time left…sand is running down…HELP..In this case Haiku covers the least part of my time and is a boon for my craving to write something every other second (well, Li will love it, I am sure ;).

4. It gives a little rest to my injured index finger (sob, sob) I got hurt with safety pin on the same finger twice on two consecutive day *crying*, it hardly involves itself in typing :( :( ..Which is bad…really bad and painful :( :(

5. And i am in love with it...tops all B-)..

So till the next experiment of mine on Haiku…Stay tuned...Stay Blessed.

Allah Hafiz. :)

The Guy in the Bus and Afterthoughts...

2009-03-01T17:49:00.001+05:30

Well two days back, I was travelling in bus with one of my friend after office. As I am from past two months, that day too I was dressed in a simple abaya and scarf. I live in a state where national language, hindi, itself is less spoken and if you speak in hindi, people (locals normally) have a tendency to throw a second look on you (I could never figure out what expression that look wanted to convey, disgusted, irritated, amused, startled, unwanted what??). On the other hand, if you speak in English (local language of course not being English) no one seems to have a problem or will care to notice you.

Well that blessed (??) day a little opposite of the above happened. Me, a chatterbox, can hardly keep quiet and then a place like bus where people are in their own worlds, I don’t mind at all to speak on any issue under the sun. It’s a public transport, public freedom, and I am the public. That day too, I and my friend were talking, in hindi, as usual given both belong to north. The guy (35-40yr old) sitting opposite to us was like any other co-passenger, lost his own world, cursing the traffic, or whatever..who cares. Only at sometimes our eyes used to meet, as normally happens in public places.

I have this unexplained and less understood habit of switching over languages unconsciously like most of the teenager these day do, thanks to two different language worlds they live in, one at home, one beyond that. So, as I said I was speaking in hindi and all was right until I suddenly switched to English and went on speaking in the same pace and fluency, thanks to my language-hopping-habit. This guy, as such suffering from a knee jerk reaction, suddenly looked up and started staring at me. *Lost and confused*. I looked back at him; I think probably looking for an answer for his reaction. I went through the same phase explained above which I normally face speaking hindi, only this time it was for English, he continued to stare for long..and I started feeling uncomfortable. I looked back at him in hope that he will stop looking at me but that went on.

I am still wondering why was he staring at me suddenly at the mid of the journey..Did he, like many people out there, thought I was uneducated and oppressed simply because I was wearing an abaya and a scarf or probably he never saw anyone speaking English (a 0.001% possibility). I am not joking or exaggerating the issue this has happened to me before too, one of my classmate seeing me for the first time in scarf asked me if I was getting engaged and leaving studies (c’mon do you think I am really going to that); once in a Levi’s showroom a girl, wearing the similar look as the man on the bus, stared at me from top to bottom and then bottom to top, at times I wonder if I look that weird; they must have thought what I am doing in Levi's showroom for the reason which they know better; a high school friend, now in a different city, just jumped on my decision of hijab and said “dear you look beautiful, what’s wrong, leaving your studies ??”.

Ehhh does my hijab has anything to do with my studies? What’s wrong with people I can’t get that. Does my hijab make me look ugly or uneducated? Well uneducated will be better, or at least far from modern education. For the reason unknown, people here have a tendency to make a conclusion that if you are in a hijab or any type of Islamic clothing (including men) you might be just one among those living below the poverty line Muslims, uneducated, poor, unpatriotic (well might be a terrorist too), illogical, following blindly the verses of a book which was written 1400 years ago.

For the misconception of such people I would like to clear that the book which you are thinking about is first of all called Qur’an Shareef, give it the same respect as you give it to Bhagwad Gita and Holy Bible (c’mon don’t start judging me here, I am just demanding respect for my religion not disrespecting others), and I know it was written 1400 years ago but holds the credit of being unaltered (not even a single word, mind it) from such a long period of time. Isn’t that enough a reason to respect it. It is the only Holy book which is not abridged, mutilated, and is read in the same language all over the world.

And if I am a Muslim, doesn’t mean I am unpatriotic, I am a passionate Indian. My dad is in defense and I have lived like a normal Indian kid all my life (minus the discrimination faced as a gift being Muslim). And ya I AM EDUCATED, and all Muslims are. For the kind information of ignorant, the very first word of Qur’an Shareef was “IQRA” meaning “read”.Be educated. Educate others. Because Allah loves knowledge.

Surah Al-Zumr, ayah 9 reveals:

"Are those equal, those who know and those who do not know?"

Surah Al-Baqarah, ayah 269 reveals:

"Allah grants wisdom to whom He pleases and to whom wisdom is granted indeed he receives an overflowing benefit."

So how on earth can you even imagine that Islam prohibits Muslim (or say Muslim girls) from gaining education. I aspire to be a part of an MNC or start a company of my own, and I bet I will do that without compromising on my religion (inshaallah).

And those who think Islam is a religion of past, based on illogical and unscientific views then prevalent in the society, I would like to Quote some of the following verses and pictures which shall clear their doubts.

Picture Courtsey : A random album;
Verses Curtsey : The Holy Qur’an Shareef

1.(The Qur'an, 96:15-16) - "No indeed! If he does not stop, We will grab him by the forelock, a lying, sinful forelock."........The expression "the lying, sinful forelock" in the above verse is most interesting. Research carried out in recent years revealed that the prefrontal area, which is responsible for the management of particular functions of the brain, lies in the frontal part of the skull. Scientists only discovered the functions of this area, which the Qur'an pointed out 1,400 years ago, in the last 60 years. If we look inside the skull at the front of the head, we will find the frontal area of the cerebrum. A book entitled Essentials of Anatomy and Physiology, which includes the results of the latest research on the functions of this area, says:The motivation and the foresight to plan and initiate movements occur in the anterior portion of the frontal lobes, the prefrontal area. This is a region of association cortex…It is clear that the statement "the lying, sinful forelock" corresponds to the verse.

2. Everyone, including identical twins, has a unique fingerprint. In other words, people's identities are coded at their fingertips. This coding system may also be compared to the barcode system that is used today. While it is stated in the Qur'an that it is easy for God to bring man back to life after death, peoples' fingerprints are particularly emphasized: (The Qur'an, 75:3-4) - "Yes, We are able to put together in perfect order the very tips of his fingers."

3.From the moment of the big bang, the universe has been constantly expanding at a great speed. Scientists compare the expanding universe to the surface of a balloon that is inflated......In the Qur'an, which was revealed 14 centuries ago at a time when the science of astronomy was still primitive, the expansion of the universe was described like this:"And it is We who have constructed the heaven with might, and verily, it is We who are steadily expanding it." (The Qur'an, 51:47).....The word "heaven", as stated in this verse, is used in various places in the Qur'an with the meaning of space and universe. Here again, the word is used with this meaning. In other words, in the Qur'an it is revealed that the universe "expands". And this is the very conclusion that science has reached today.

4. The above illustration shows the water droplets being released into the air. This is the first stage in the formation of rain. After that, the water droplets in the newly formed clouds will be suspended in the air and then condense to form rain. All of these stages are related in the Qur'an..... (The Qur'an, 30:48)-"It is God Who sends the winds which stir up clouds which He spreads about the sky however He wills. He forms them into dark clumps and you see the rain come pouring out from the middle of them. When He makes it fall on those of His slaves He wills, they rejoice".

5. This illustration shows meteors that are about to crash into the earth. The celestial bodies wandering in space could pose a serious threat to the Earth. Yet, God, He Who creates most perfectly, has made the atmosphere a protective roof. Thanks to this special protection, most meteoroids do not harm the Earth, as they fall to pieces in the atmosphere.. (The Qur'an, 21:32)"We made the sky a preserved and protected roof yet still they turn away from Our Signs.."This attribute of the sky has been proved by scientific research carried out in the 20th century.

6. Today, the relativity of time is a proven scientific fact. This was revealed by Einstein's theory of relativity at the early years of the 20th century. the Qur'an included information about time's being relative!... (The Qur'an, 22:47)-"They ask you to hasten the punishment. God will not break His promise. A day with your Lord is equivalent to a thousand years in the way you count."...... (The Qur'an, 32:5)-"He directs the whole affair from heaven to earth. Then it will again ascend to Him on a Day whose length is a thousand years by the way you measure."...... (The Qur'an, 70:4)-"The angels and the Spirit ascend to Him in a day whose length is fifty thousand years."... (The Qur'an, 23:12)-"He will say, 'How many years did you tarry on the earth?' They will say, 'We tarried there for a day or part of a day. Ask those able to count!' He will say, 'You only tarried there for a little while if you did but know!"

7. While referring to the Sun and the Moon in the Qur'an, it is emphasized that each moves in a definite orbit. "It is He Who created the night and the day, and the sun and the moon. They swim along, each in an orbit. " (The Qur'an, 21:33)It is mentioned in another verse, too, that the Sun is not static but moves in a definite orbit:"And the sun runs to its resting place. That is the decree of the Almighty, the All-Knowing. " (The Qur'an, 37:38)

So I hope this was enough to clear the misconception that Islam is a religion of past and that it prohibits education. So the guy in the bus, or the lady in the Levi’s showroom, or my dear friend and classmate, get this straight I AM NOT GETTING ENGAGED and I AM NOT LEAVING MY STUDIES. Next time don’t stare at me like that (I hate writing such long post, please heed for that sake).

Allah hafiz

Kids are innocnet..debatable

2009-02-27T23:02:00.001+05:30

“Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they're going to catch you in next.”

Well who ever cracked the quote probably new someone as extreme, versatile, unsteady, moody, innovative and innocent as my little sister Fiza. She is 8. She is a darling, a sweet heart and a pain in the neck (most of the times). But I can’t resist myself from admitting that she has a world of her own in which she is the Queen, a theory to prove all other existing theories wrong, a Newton in herself (only that we have to find an apple to drop on her head…ouch), a philosopher and the list goes on.

At times I wonder which type of “chemical locha” goes on in her mind that results in some of the greatest advices and immortal quotes to propound.

Here’s a piece of conversation which happened 2-3 weeks ago between her and me..

Fiza : Aapa ek baat puchu.n

Me: Pucho..

Fiza : Pehle bol..tu sharmayegi to nahi

(What..I wanted to laugh loud, wondering at the same time what is she going to ask next, I must confess I went red there itself and hid myself (acting) in pillow.)

Fiza : (irritated) main nahi puchungi..tu to Sharma gayi

Me : (controlling ma laughter) nahi pucho..main nahi sharmaungi

Fiza : (very innocently) tu jisse shaadi karegi, tune wo ladka khoj liya hai kya

(Hell..how did she knew that I was on the search for the perfect guy..lol..well I was amazed because this topic is not normally taken up in my home, my mom and dad hardly searching for a guy..*sigh*)

Me : (amazed, confused, blushing and smiling) Nahi, tum batao kaisa ladka hona chahiye

(Well I must admit, I regret asking this to her, I wanted her to stop this debate, for reason unknown, but what happened was the total reverse to it)

Fiza: Tuna jisse shaadi karna ..wo na gora hona chahiye

(:P..fairness-creams-for-men-advertisement syndrome)

Me : par teri aapa (that is me ) to sanwali hai

Fiza : haan, par ek ko to gora hona chahiye

(ohhhhhhhh kkkkkkkk…so she was aware of the genes concept and dint wanted her nephews and niece to be of my color…what else is this girl holding to blast me with..)

Me: aur …bas gora hoga to kar lun shadi

Fiza : nahi…sirf gora hone se kaam nahi chalega na aapa…wo lamba bhi hona chahiye…shailendra bhaiyya se bhi lamba

(common…I am not that tall..just average and shailendra is already 6.2 or 6.3 …well taller.. really taller than me..I already look like a kid before him..But more surprising was..this girl too has a fascination for tall guys..like a teenager reminder : she is just 8..wow..)

Me : (ofcourse now damn curious) aur?

Fiza : aur na uske paas bahut paisa hona chahiye

( :D :D :D girl..Do u think your sister is a princess that she is going to get a Prince??..Remarkable sense of financial security though..is this the CA effect??)

Me: Par zyaada paisa hoga to wo uske paas mujhse pyaar karne ka time nahi hoga

(I was sure she would not be able to answer this..I mean..whatever it is ..she is still a child..she doesn’t know the complexity of adults’ world..or is it debatable??)

Fiza : are zyaada paisa hoga to wo boss ki nahi sunega na..to wo kabhi bhi ghar aa jayega..samjhi

(*mouth wide open* this gal has made me speechless)

Aur na uska ghar bahut bada hona chahiye aur chamakna chahiye

(:P tell me kiddo..did you just saw any of Barbie or Anesthesia or so a Disney movie?? This don’t happen in real..prince..palace..marble..ya she meant marbles probably when she said “ghar chamakna chahiye” )

Me : (now in a lighter mood) par ghar chamkega to teri aapa fisal jaayegi

Fiza : nahi na wo kaanch wale jute hote haina..usse nahi fisalte..maine dekha hai TV pe..

(Sweetheart..thats TV..Ekta and Disney has corrupted this little girl’s mind *tch tch*)

Me : (exhausted with this little girl’s checklist) aur bas na?

Fiza : nahi uske ghar me bahut bahut saare log hone chahiye..aur who na jeans aur t-shirt pahanna chahiye…aur uski daadhi nahi honi chahiye..

( OK I love families..but bahut bahut saare log..This is too much..I have always lived in a nuclear family..how will I adjust?? Allah!! And t-shirts and jeans and beard..SRK fan no doubt:D :P…
P.S. I dont mind him wearing anything as far as he is neat and carries himself well)

She was chuckling after that…and even if she was speaking something I don’t think so I heard lot of it..I mean I was confused by that time, thinking on her checklist for the perfect guy. So many criteria’s, if I go up with that, I will end up marrying 5-6 guys (I bet all qualities are impossible to be found in a single guy, and even if so a guy exist, why will he marry me??). And if I decide to introduce her to a guy of my liking, will she ever accept him??

I am still wondering from where did she get this “gyan” of the perfect guy?? Who is to be blamed?? Friends, T.V., Movies, School, Parents and us?? Who?? Does she realize the depth of the topic she is speaking on??

On a serious note, marriage for me is more a relationship and ease shared by two people, it has to be build on the principle of mutual trust and belief, it’s like a bond you share with your blood related close family members, only that this time you are under the paak nikah (and related to each other by God’s will).

I don’t want my guy to be rich, fair, tall , with a big house with marble flooring, but certainly I want him to love me, to grant me my space and adore me for the person I am. Typical beauty contest answer, I know. But I bet this is what in long run will benefit you. You can’t have a relationship build on a concept as weak, mortal and ageing as beauty, money or fame. What will matter will of course be the “love”. And that what tops my checklist first, then follows our chemistry, mutual respect, financial independency and blah blah.

On the other hand if I get a mix of both the checklist ( Fiza’s and mine ) I just don’t mind. Anyone ??? :P :D :D

My Dear Friend

2009-02-26T01:35:00.001+05:30

by Brandon Chase Sims

Dear friend I can’t explain to you
How much you mean to me
If it weren’t for you I can’t imagine
Where I’d even be

You’ve made me laugh and smile
More than I can bear
You’ve helped me through the hardest times
When I was in despair

You kept me up when I was down
And I was feeling blue
You helped me turn my life around
And become somebody new

Thank you friend for everything
I’m glad you really cared
Thanks for never leaving me
Thanks for being there

*This is dedicated to two of my loveliest friend, one miles and miles away and the other relatively closer, who have made my world wonderful by their care, advice and love. :)

Studies do help

2009-02-25T12:20:00.002+05:30

There always has to be a very serious reason for my being absent from internet. Yesterday too, had one. Guess what?? I was actually up the whole night yesterday (ah well up to 3 and den got up at 6 again) studying Law, to be precise Ethics and I loved the following portion (the only portion I remember I guess)...

Unit: Workplace Ethics
Topic: Harassment at workplace

# Harassment could take many forms – using abusive language, insulting before others, constantly finding faults with work of employees, pressurizing for extra work and extra working hours, giving some urgent work in the evening just before leaving office, sexual harassment etc.

:D :D u got (rather saw) ma point. Books are, at times, your best friends. They understand you better. :P

Answering my friends :)

2009-02-23T19:39:00.001+05:30

My mom tells I am unpredictable and its true most of the time. Once a course mate (shouldn’t say ma course mate given she is a full fledged lawyer and is doing CA when I am considered a kid before them) said that I have numerous of thoughts and don’t have proper brain mechanism to canalize them. I term it as being versatile (not confused, as many perceive it), I may be talking on something as unimportant as going to Spencer and may end up on illiteracy and poverty in India. This doesn’t mean I don’t have proper knowledge or interest in specific things; it’s just that hundreds of things fascinate me at the same point of time and I speak out instantly what I feel. I feel this is the time, it’s now or never…

So, why all of a sudden I am writing things, sounding against me? Two very simple reasons for this. First to answer one of my very good friend (hope he is reading this) and others who are confused by the difference between my first and second post in the blog….and second to prove that knowledge can be on issues totally different from each others...and interest may have wide range of flexibility…

So for the first question, as I explained in the very first post of mine that world is strange, I shall stick to the fact that it is and that’s what fascinates me. It fascinate me equally how people with responsibilities can turn their faces from their job as it fascinates me that how God always is kind to me even when at times I don’t deserve it. My point is I made this blog so that I can list down my fascination, my thoughts, my arguments relating to anything and everything. So it’s very normal if you find my posts regarding Chennai riots and my love for colored scarves on the same page. It’s my Paradise and I love the way it is.

Now clarification regarding the second reason. All my life I had a strange love for reading. Strange may be a small word. It was a killing habit. Killing my time, interrupting my studies, limiting my hangouts, everything had to stop if I had something to read. And the "something" was unfortunately never my text book or anything related to it. I used to read newspaper, line by line, magazine, ads by ads, signboards, even the "Inauguration signs" at the entrance of labs, museum etc. So much was I into it that my parents stopped purchasing newspaper one month before my boards.

But today I hardly regret it. If it was not for this habit of mine, I wouldn’t have developed interest in such a wide range of topics. If I am talking to you normally, I can bet you can never ever guess that I will have enough patience to sit down and read something leave writing apart or that I know about Gothic culture and interested in social service alike. This has been a surprise for many and many have actually thought I fake. I would like to be very clear that I hardly give it a damn if you think that my knowledge isn’t original. As a lover of knowledge, I respect every kind of knowledge whether abridged, researched or discovered. Knowledge is information and information can be acquired by many means. I loved what one of my friends wrote as his status message “Ingenuity doesn’t depend upon recognition”. :)

So I think now people will have no problem in digesting my second post of this blog and even I am feeling light ;). Till the next post..

Allah Hafiz

Who will advocate for the Advocates?

2009-02-22T14:18:00.001+05:30

Being a student of Chartered Accountancy, the phrase that “Who will guard the Guards" ( Latin : Quis custodiet ipsos cutodes) is no new for me. It has often been a topic of discussion in ICAI ever since the Chartered Accountants profession started and has been one of the recent favorite pastime, thanks to the Satyam Saga.

Sadly, as Latin quotes always somehow fit every situation, this one does too; only this time I just twisted it a bit to sound appropriate to the topic of the day “Who will advocate for the Advocates?”. You got me right this one is a tribute to the heroic act of the Advocates in Chennai and the patience and judgment showed by Police on mauka- e - waardaat (*sarcasm*).

We have a country bestowing people with all rights, which if practiced can shift India to the first rank of Human Development index. Only one thing, shoot down the politicians, fill jails with the police, and now ban the advocates. I mean weren’t we enough tortured and used for the sake of politicians that we now have to live under the fear of Advocates burning the palace of Justice???

Dekh tere sansaar ki haalaat kya ho gayi bhagwaan
Kitna badal gaya insaan

These advocates downing the black coat, promising justice to the innocents, what they think? Do they think that just because they are the one who advocate for others, they have the right to throw rotten eggs inside the court room, set ablaze a Police station, disrupt the civic life, break the law, and be responsible for the shoot at sight order in the city??

And all these because they think it’s all right to support the organization which is accused of assassination of an Indian Prime Minister, which covers up the front page of TOI for killing innocents , which is being labeled as a terrorist organization and which is a disgrace to humanity? Ya, I am talking about LTTE. These moving memory cards of whole of the Indian Constitution, can’t they see that what they are doing is against IPC? Against country? Against Country people?

Not forgetting our wonderful Police, who frustrated and confused at Advocates’ reaction at the court, hit back by smashing vehicles parked inside the complex and threw teargas shells which caused even more of chaos and wrapped up one of the Judge who is now admitted in hospital. I agree that they were doing the duty but no sympathy for them here too, as they refused to get the lawyer arrested who was held responsible for starting all this, instead got all of them behind the bars.

After all this drama, who is suffering? It’s us, the common man, these lawyers and the police and the media ( ya media is responsible too, given that they never forget to divert our concentration from main issue to the more “sensationalized” one) they all will wash their hands at the end of the day. Police will say it had no other way than giving shoot at sight order (Has it really worked ??), media will say they were reporting the “truth” and come’ on you don’t throw 400 lawyers in jail just like that (provided u have those many jails).

Amidst all this we tend to forget that it’s the LTTE that’s gaining in the whole of the business. Whole of the security is directed against lawyers then who will secure us from foreign terrorist organization. Think a bit, stress your brain nerves, all 400 lawyers moving against law..There is something wrong..it’s just not common..not every day business. And now we will get busy in fighting “among” ourselves and forget that we have to fight “for” ourselves. This has been the case always. Let’s see if it makes some difference this time.

But yes my innocent mind is still wondering, if all the lawyers are under arrest then “who is going to advocate the Advocates”? ;) And above all who will judge the case :O??

Any answers??

My Innocent Paradise

2009-02-21T01:49:00.001+05:30

My innocent paradise….

Why paradise?? Because it’s away from the world, a dream, a heaven of my thoughts, an ideal place I want to be…

Why innocent?? Because it’s just me..Just Gul…just Gulshan.. just Heena…just so me…it’s what I think on the first hand…all pure ..Untouched from any hypocrisy of world, paak from all pretensions ..

It may be right may be wrong …but it’s true and innocent because this is what I perceive the world from my heart’ eyes…you see brain does really little, when I see world from my heart’s eyes…

Its true with all of us…we all have a innocent paradise…our thoughts..Our heaven …where the child…the innocent child in us wants to dwell…WELCOME to mine….

Strange is the world…Strange is God and Strange are His ways..Strange are the people and so strange are their works…So if you are looking in this post to know the reason why I have created this blog…The reason is to find my place in so known yet strange world…

You may find all kind of crap, all kind of serious issues (provided they look serious to me given my “chalta hai “ attitude), my first hand view on it, how I would have asked God to change it (See the pic…I always look up and ask God..minus the winter )…and how better it could be…How it could be paradise and how it isn’t…

I apologies in advance if it may hurt some people..But give it a second thought..wouldn’t the world be better if we all have been true to all of us….True to ourselves at least…So there goes the first rule of my blog…comment..Post..Request…do whatever you want to…Just be true..Be yourselves…and So will I be…to all of you..To my friends..To world..To ALLAH…

Thanks. :)