beautiful words*

Of Faith and other stories :)

So lately I’ve been reading Tuesdays with Morrie (again). Cant get enough of that book. How life is for most of us, how we deal with it, how we should deal with it, looking back at it later how we should have dealt with it. Life had a different meaning till a few years back. Things changed, people changed, I changed, times changed.. circumstances keep changing. Sometimes a downer, most of the times a wow-er 🙂 Life is the biggest of tests we’re going through. Rough patches make us tougher and stronger than we were before. We start looking at things differently. We think maturely, we become mature… and I say that is for the better. There are some who give up, most of them fight it… like I do.

Nobody said this life would be easy. Everyday is a challenge; be it work, family, projects, clients, siblings, friends, close friends or your own faith. Theres so much happening around us everyday that the day runs by. I stop and think.. WHERE are we going? WHAT is happening? WHY is this happening? So yes I am as inquisitive as child who wants to know all the W’s of it all! Sometimes i have answers in front of me and at other times I look for them.

Talking to a friend about faith last night, he said everybody needs to go through it on their own to believe in how things work. One cant impose it on them. I thought to myself, when I talk about faith in whatever happens, happens for a reason and that it is what Allah Mian wrote for us.. Am I imposing it on people? or am I just sharing it with them and giving them hope that yes it WILL become better (that was just me thinking out aloud).

Later he shared these lyrics and I couldnt stop smiling…

Slipping away, I think I’m gonna crack
Misplaced trust, loyalty stabbed in the gut
I feel, I’m seeing so clear
I thought I was never coming back
I’ve been down for awhile,
And now I’m coming back…
_Anathema

Realizations hit hard! I think i have a bump on my head because of it.


I run to u..

I run from hate, I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists, but i run too late
I run my life or is it running me, run from my past
I run too fast or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
Thats when i run to you

These words pierce through me
They make sense and then they dont
They make me happy and sad at the same time
The thinker in me wakes up
oooooohhh.. and the rooftop is where i run to
Thankyou Allah Mian for an amazing rooftop experience
*big satisfied smile*


18092010


Yeh Hausla…

Yeh Hausla Kaisay Jhukay, Yeh Aarzoo Kaisay Rukay

Manzil Mushkil toh kya, Bundla Sahil toh kya,
Tanha Ye Dil toh Kya

Raah Pay Kante Bikhre agar, Uspay to phir bhi chalna he hai,
Shaam Chhupalay Suraj magar, Raat ko ek din Dhalna he hai,
Rut ye tal jayegi, Himmat rang layegi,
Subha phir aayegi

Yeh Hausla Kaisay Jhukay, Yeh Aarzoo Kaisay Rukay

Hogi hamien toh rehmat ataa, Dhoop kataygi saaiy talaay,
Apni khuda se hai ye Dua, Manzil lagalay humko galay
Jurrat sau baar rahay, Ooncha Ikraar rahay,
Zinda har pyaar rahay

Yeh Hausla Kaisay Jhukay, Yeh Aarzoo Kaisay Rukay


Tumne mujhey dekhaaa…

|New chinngum song|

Tumne mujhey dekhaa, ho kar meherbaan
Ruk gayee ye zameen, tham gayaa aasmaaaan
Jaan-e-man… jaan-e-jaan

Kaheen dard ke sehraa mein, Rukktay chaltay hotay
In hothhon ki hasrat mein, taptey jaltay hotay
Meherbaan ho gayee, zulf ki badaliyaaaan
Jaan-e-man… jaan-e-jaan

Laykar yeh haseen jalway, tum bhi naa kahaan pohchayy
Aakhir ko mere dil tak, kadmon ke nishaan pohchayy
Khatm say ho gayay, raastay sab yahaan
Jaan-e-man… jaan-e-jaan

Tumne mujhey dekhaa, ho kar meherbaan
Ruk gayee ye zameen, tham gayaa aasmaaaan
Jaan-e-man… jaan-e-jaan

Beautifully sung by Mohd Rafi.


*TwiRrrlls-sparkles*

There are some songs you imagine singing on your own.
*Love at first hear*

The snow is falling down
I pull you near
The city sounds fade and disappear
City lights blur behind you ears
Your lips are warm
Even in winter air
Even in winter air

As I hold your hand
We walk familiar streets
Made brand new
Now that you’re here with me
I see your eyes
You look so happy now
As the white snow flakes
Land on your dark eyebrows
Land on your dark eyebrows

There is so much I want
I want to say to you
Do you feel alive
When I’m next to you?
Do you think that love
Can exist so soon?
I’m hoping that
You feel the way I do
You feel the way I do

We walk up the steps
To your house front porch
We say goodbye
Under the midnight sky
I’m leaving you
Looking in your eyes
I see your smile
It says your heart is mine
It says your heart is mine

Your heart is…

I think that I might
Be falling for you
I love who you are
And every little thing you do
There’s a certain something
When it’s me and you
I’m hoping that
You feel the way I do!
I do!

Only time will tell
If this is something true
If it’s a passing stage
Cause everything we have is new
This all seems to good
To good to be true
But I’m glad I get
I get to be with you!
With you!
With you!
With you!
I get to be with you….

The snow is falling down
I pull you near
The city sounds fade and disappear
City lights blur behind you ears
Your lips are warm
Even in winter air….

Winter Air by Annasay

*twirrls..jumps and twirrls in midair and touches ground gloriously*


Life’s a watermelon?

Pappi: water melon
Timmi: Kaddu
Pappi: ure as fresh as a watermelon
Pappi: is it weird that i made the connotation?:S
Timmi: umm… you’re as cute as a kaddu?
Timmi: is it even weird that i did too
Pappi: … kaddu loves watermelon
Timmi: watermelons blush
Pappi: awwww… from the inside
Pappi: hahahahahaha
Timmi: umm… umm from the outside too? :$
Pappi: no.. patterned from outside
Timmi: but atleast they blush from the heart :$
Pappi: aooouuuu .. hehehe true thaaat!


|hit me baby one more time|

10,006 hits! Wohoooo!!!!

I’ve never been a writer for commercial purposes. I’ve always written for pleasure, when i’ve felt happy or sad or depressed or just a verbal diarrhea. This blog is more like a memory lane for me. I like going back to my posts and reliving the moments i had once treasured 🙂

=)


*Wish-01112009*

Oonchi zameen, uss peh oonchay makaan
Aur oonchay hain log; oonchay khayaal

Par neecha hai dil, aur neecha imaan
Aur neecha zameer;
Uss pe oonchee yeh shaan!


*being there…*

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“True friendship isn’t about being there when it’s convenient; it’s about being there when it’s not.”

What is -being there- all about? Being there for someone when they need you? How do u know they need you? Why would you be there for them?Damn, Thats just too many questions :$

For me, its ALL about ‘being there’ for my people, my friends.

Be it just being there to hear ’em out or be it exchanging chocolates(Twix-hersheys) or be it by sharing an OWL mode night or be it to help over a deadly submission or just be there to hear them scream over how crappy life is and things are just not going to happen. Being there also means to provide a shoulder to cry on or even giving a faithful boost. Be it messaging a menu for a zillion kinds of kabab rolls so that you could order food before you collapse after a hectic-crazy-sleepless-crack.potty-mode! Its all about being there for your people.

Its ALSO about being there to make people happy, be there for them when they most need you physically or mentally, or emotionally or message-ly. How just one message on your cellphone could make your day just because a friend has been there for you. Being there in times of despair, sickness. Being there to make them tea as they want it to be. Being there when they have mood swings(bad ones). Be there to cheer ’em up and bring them back their Faith! Being there to remind them about how beautiful this life is and maybe a little patience would make things seem better. Be there to pray for them, their life, their sifarish*, their betterment. Be there to wake them up so that they don’t get late for their morning routine. Compromise on things and be there…
Sigh.. just be there…

Fall on me
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same


*Wish 08092009*

….But all i can do is try, everyday of my life…

*it’d be soo beautiful If this came true*


*Breathless*

If our love was a fairytale
I would charge in and rescue you
On a yacht baby we would sail
To an island where we’d say I do

And if we had babies they would look like you
It’d be so beautiful if that came true
You don’t even know how very special you are

You leave me breathless
You’re everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can’t believe that you’re mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful you’re leaving me
Breathless

And if our love was a story book
We would meet on the very first page
The last chapter would be about
How I’m thankful for the life we’ve made

And if we had babies they would have your eyes
I would fall deeper watching you give life
You don’t even know how very special you are

You leave me breathless
You’re everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can’t believe that you’re mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful you’re leaving me

You must have been sent from heaven to earth to change me
You’re like an angel
The thing that I feel is stronger than love believe me
You’re something special
I only hope that I’ll one day deserve what you give me
But all I can do is try
Every day of my life

You leave me breathless
You’re everything good in my life
You leave me breathless
I still can’t believe that you’re mine
You just walked out of one of my dreams
So beautiful you’re leaving me
Breathless
Breathless

Shayne Ward

*Sigh*


~RED~

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As I sit and think
over reasons unknown
and the flowers blossom
in a distant meadow

The eagle soars hi
and the sheep count their breath
the lion hunts his prey
with a tear on his face

(chorus)
and the fairies dance
among stars so distant
while the faces on the glass
misguide us every instance

the troops barge in
as the missles soar skies
the deafening thunder of man machines
men in suits and their lies

but still children play
with a smile across their face
there is hope in oblivion
as my mother’s body decays

(chorus)
and the fairies dance
among stars so distant
while the faces on the glass
misguide us every instance

the mind is disgruntled
and thy knees become weak
a lifetime of flashbacks
with no winning streak

I trusted words I heard
never read a letter after
for each word still breaks me
as each promise shattered

(chorus)
and the fairies dance
among stars so distant
while the faces on the glass
misguide us every instance

Courtesy: Shamail Wasi

Ps: Not everyone can carry red shoes 🙂


what life brings…

I wonder why most of my posts are work related, maybe because am enjoying myself at work and i observe and learn with each event that takes place. 15 months and going…I’ve learnt something new on each step. Be it patience, how to handle cranky situations, helping others out or be it organizing events and learning a lot more from them.

Recently we had Abida Parveen perform at IVS mentioned in my post earlier. The day we started publicizing about the event. There came FB messages, posts, sms’s, Calls and definite physical appearances regarding information regarding the event.

A week before the event, i reach school and i see a junior who says, there is someone who has emailed me and wants an autograph signed by Abida Parveen. I was in a rush so i told him that yeah fine, we’ll look into it, and will talk to him later about it. 10 minutes later, another student tells me the same story, and i tell her the same. Catch you later. Later in the day, our Executive Director calls me, and says that this child has emailed her, and now i am furious that who is this child? Then i tell all of them to fwd the email to me and i’ll look into it.

In other few hours i receive an email from Arnab (the same boy everybody received an email from). I read the email and sadness struck me. He’s 13 years old and a blood cancer patient. He is under treatment and can not enjoy his life like other kids his age. He is a die hard fan of Abida Parveen, Mehdi hassan and Ghulam ali, he writes. His email humbly requests an autograph signed by the living maestro Abida Parveen.

3 days later, Abida Parveen hits K-town and i go to meet her and talk about the details of the event and stuff. During the meeting i tell her about Arnab, and after listening to me, the expressions on her face go blank. The same way i reacted after reading the email. She signs an autograph for him, and we say our Good byes.

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The event goes great, I emailed Arnab saying that I was able to get an autograph signed for him and he says we should not scan it and email but rather send it by post and he says, ‘i hope it reaches me on time, so I can feel her autograph, smell it and adore it close to my heart.’

Sigh!

Now comes the toughest time, the autograph has been posted and till he receives it. We are hanging here and there. After 3 weeks i receive a heart warming email from arnab saying that he got the post!

It made me sooooo happy and content. Have never been so happy with myself. It seemed as if a huge burden was off me. I don’t think i have done anything better than this in my life. Read arnab’s email and felt a thunder pass by me. Alhamdolillah! Thank you allah for giving me the sources to get this done. Hope it does good to the kid. Good Luck Arnab.

With this Event i learnt that there is so much more to life than we usually think of it as. Making new friends (Arnab and BB) and knowing about their lives has been great. Keep ’em coming Allah mian! 🙂


P for phupo!

P for phupo
P for present
P for princess

and i say P for *Priceless*

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Luv u shoooo much.


Somebody cares….

Somebody cares and always will,
The world forgets but He loves you still,
You cannot go beyond his love,
No matter what you are guilty of,
For He forgets until the end,
He is your faithful and loyal friend,
And though you try to hide your faith,
There is no shelter any place,
That can escape His watchful eye,
For on the earth and in the sky,
He is ever present and always there,
To take you in His tender care,
And bind the wounds and mend the breaks,
And around the world for all the sakes,
Somebody cares and loves you still,
And God is the one who always will.