We ought to realize the fact that we have been stuck with the ‘competition’ thing for so long. We have always been trying to beat others, making ourselves sound perfect to others, whilst we have problems in our lives too. Age does not define maturity, grades do not define excellence. We never go for excellence, thinking the whole matter out. Rather we focus on contriving a way to get past the hurdles and emerging as a symbol of triumph.
We are fascinated by the successes of others, demoralizing ourselves, insulting ourselves. If someone won a scholarship, so what? You are no less than that person. You are equally capable of doing something remarkable, doesn’t matter if it isn’t in the same field. Might be the fact that they are self centered, thinking only for themselves. This jumping onto the bandwagon mania has killed our moral spirits, our family values.Parents got to have someone who can attend to them in their old age, the age when the want peace. The age which asks the offsprings to be caring. But rather, we go for our success., we see a bright future ahead.
We should realize that contentment at heart is of prime importance. No one is destined to do everything, a man cannot deliver a baby, a sparrow cannot fly backwards, humming bird cannot be the largest bird on the plant. A Sindhi cannot pronounce the word “Bhola” the way Punjabis pronounce it. These limits make us realize the fact that we are confined in boundaries, and we can only achieve local maxima in the maxima of the function of life. A man who has polio is his childhood cannot play football. A compromise between family and future is difficult, but the decision should be made in the favor of latter.
There is much more to life than winning a scholarship or getting a six figure salary at Schlumberger. Making your parents happy surpasses all these feelings. Doesn’t matter if someone is not inspired by others, at least he or she is taking incentive to something on his or her own, making herself happy at heart. One should have his own little interesting world, because God never intended us to be the same. We are distinct, only thing that makes the same is our struggle for dissimilarity.
P.S: I never thought that I could write anything except humor. And pardon the mistakes, severe humidity makes the mind go to the thought of killing TuQ with bare hands.
No, I am not missing you.
No, I am not wanting you.
No, I am not needing you.
No, I am not loving you.
Yes, I am a very bad liar.
Yes, you already know that.
Well, the thing is I usually am on Twitter but I don’t know, I needed some space and a new identity. So I created this blog and that’s pretty much it. This has been by far the worst day of my life, or maybe I just feel like it. Twitter usually cures it and so does she, but one doesn’t work without the other so yeah. I just fucked up the fraction I had of her by doing the one thing I promised I never would. This is like twenty percent sad, fifty persent bad and a one hundred percent depressing. I don’t want people to know about this but at the same time I do crave for attention. The thing is she is off to studying and I am supposed to be too, but I can’t, not in this state. And I should tell you about my state, I have slept like 7 hours in the last 48 or maybe more. I haven’t eaten properly either, relying heavily on drinks for survival. I mean, she is alright but I am not and I don’t know why but I feel so guilty. I told her right away but still … It is fucked up. Worst day of my life I guess. I don’t know, I really don’t know. I feel like creating a new beginning and I might. I want to hug the shit out of her so I know I can be fine once again too. I feel too helpless right now. I haven’t done anything productive in the last 40 odd hours and I failed at that one thing I was a master at and which made me happy – making her happy, so it is hell depressing. I know I shouldn’t be simaltaneously blogging about him but I don’t know any other way to take this burden off of me, I tried telling a friend and what not. I tried talking to her but she’s busy and I feel like constantly bugging her when she doesn’t want to be. I feel like I commited the biggest mistake of my life, I feel like I ate the that apple Hazrat Adam did and was thrown out of heaven for, I seriously feel like I am thrown out of heaven. Maybe I am a really big sinner, or maybe I am being tested by Allah. I like to think of the latter one. Take care.
This is a post dedicated to the words that speak so truly. These words are from the current book I am reading, Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Dan is an atheist yet his words and his knowledge is beyond those who are so called followers of a religion today. These words are associated with Christianity and humanity on the whole, so take them lightly and think about them. Read them totally, believe me when I say they are worth it. These words are taken from the chapter number 94.
Here we go….
“To those of science, let me say this.” He paused. “You have won the war.” The silence spread now to the deepest corners of the chapel. Mortati could hear the desperate thumping of his own heart. “The wheels have been in motion for a long time,” the camerlegno said. “Your victory has been inevitable. Never before has it been as obvious as it is at this moment. Science is the new God.” What is he saying! Mortati thought. Has he gone mad? The entire world is hearing this! “Medicine, electronic communications, space travel, genetic manipulation… these are the miracles about which we now tell our children. These are the miracles we herald as proof that science will bring us the answers. The ancient stories of immaculate conceptions, burning bushes, and parting seas are no longer relevant. God has become obsolete. Science has won the battle. We concede.” A rustle of confusion and bewilderment swept through the chapel. “But science’s victory,” the camerlegno added, his voice intensifying, “has cost every one of us. And it has cost us deeply.” Silence. “Science may have alleviated the miseries of disease and drudgery and provided an array of gadgetry for our entertainment and convenience, but it has left us in a world without wonder. Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed. Science proclaims that Planet Earth and its inhabitants are a meaningless speck in the grand scheme. A cosmic accident.” He paused. “Even the technology that promises to unite us, divides us. Each of us is now electronically connected to the globe, and yet we feel utterly alone. We are bombarded with violence, division, fracture, and betrayal. Skepticism has become a virtue. Cynicism and demand for proof has become enlightened thought. Is it any wonder that humans now feel more depressed and defeated than they have at any point in human history? Does science hold anything sacred? Science looks for answers by probing our unborn fetuses. Science even presumes to rearrange our own DNA. It shatters God’s world into smaller and smaller pieces in quest of meaning… and all it finds is more questions.” Mortati watched in awe. The camerlegno was almost hypnotic now. He had a physical strength in his movements and voice that Mortati had never witnessed on a Vatican altar. The man’s voice was wrought with conviction and sadness. “The ancient war between science and religion is over,” the camerlegno said. “You have won. But you have not won fairly. You have not won by providing answers. You have won by so radically reorienting our society that the truths we once saw as signposts now seem inapplicable. Religion cannot keep up.
Scientific growth is exponential. It feeds on itself like a virus. Every new breakthrough opens doors for new breakthroughs. Mankind took thousands of years to progress from the wheel to the car. Yet only decades from the car into space. Now we measure scientific progress in weeks. We are spinning out of control. The rift between us grows deeper and deeper, and as religion is left behind, people find themselves in a spiritual void. We cry out for meaning. And believe me, we do cry out. We see UFOs, engage in channeling, spirit contact, out-of-body experiences, mindquests-all these eccentric ideas have a scientific veneer, but they are unashamedly irrational. They are the desperate cry of the modern soul, lonely and tormented, crippled by its own enlightenment and its inability to accept meaning in anything removed from technology.”
Riding past the Noor Mahal Road at 100 kmh +, I felt good; I felt really good. I felt a sense of not being in my senses anymore. I felt a control of not being in control for the first time and I liked it. For the first time in my life, I liked not being in the driving seat; I liked letting my life where the roads lead me to. Maybe this is what drug addicts feel. Maybe this is why it is so addicting. Not having to worry about anything anymore. Maybe this is what people feel when they are falling asleep but they are not asleep even. They are half awake and they are not in control of their body but ironically enough, they can feel everything around them too. The same goes for some medical patients. Maybe this is what morphine, coke, crystal meth and weed does. All of a sudden, I like life more now. This sense of superiority which is in fact not being in control anymore is all of a sudden alluring. I don’t know if it is a good thing, but I am definitely falling for it. Leaving my hands on a steering wheel at a high speed, the adrenaline rushing through your body, the sense of not being in your senses, the thought of letting whatever happens happen, it’s addicting somehow. Maybe this is what the Sufis feel when they are whirling in their dance, or when they are busy in their prayers. Maybe I am all wrong, but at the present second, it’s the least I care about. I am myself. I am drowning in myself. Maybe this is the peace I was seeking. Maybe this is the emotion I was searching for all these hours.
October 1996, a 16 year old boy gets drafted into the Pakistani squad for the four-team series as a replacement for legspinner Mushtaq Ahmed, nobody knows who he is. He debuts at no. 8 playing as a legspinner against Kenya and doesn’t get to bat. The next match is against Sri Lanka, and he’s instructed to go bat at no. 3 and just smash and what does he do? He scores the fastest century ever for the time being which by the way doesn’t get bettered until several years later. He stuns everybody and shuts up the whole world’s mouths.
There was that day, and there is 2015 WC Quarter Final match, he made Pakistan cry because it was his last ODI match, he made them emotional, sad, depressed and he gave them so much to remember. He gave them uncountable records and not to mention, a legend. Transformed into a bowler, still the bowlers feared bowling against him. Every wicket celebrated in that trademark Boom boom style, whoa. heart emoticon
That’s Sahibzaada Shahid Khan Afridi for you. No matter what he did, no matter if he couldn’t perform in his last ODI matches. He will be missed forever.
Just a reminder, Farhan Akhtar wrote this, not me.
Dilon mein tum apni
Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum
Nazar mein khwabon ki
Bijliyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum
Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise
Aazad rehno sikho
Tum ek dariya ke jaise
Lehron mein behna sikho
Har ek lamhe se tum milo
Khole apni bhaayein
Har ek pal ek naya samha
Dekhen yeh nigahaein
Jo apni aankhon mein
Hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum
Dilon mein tum apni
Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho
Toh zinda ho tum.