The above has proven to be correct for Syed Muzzamil Hussain Shah, a young scout who embraced martyrdom on 28th December, 2009 in Ashur procession blast in Karachi.
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Sometimes the significance of material takes over precious lives. I wonder why and who called lives precious since they are not anymore. We have better things to show and cry over, such as loss of Rs.30 billion, stolen arms, and arguing and blaming political parties.
Government of Pakistan announced Rs. 500,000 for the deceased and Rs.100,000 for injured but these funds will take time to arrive in the hand of families. With the increasing inflation, how long do we expect the families to survive on Rs.500, 000? Or in case of injured, I know many who are not capable of affording private hospitals for better treatment. But then why should we bother? Those people were not supporting the national economy but just mere breadwinners of their families. We are more concerned about the commercial hub of Karachi, Bolton Market, that has been hyped so much that we have almost forgotten the actual incident i.e. bomb blast. Not only the Government but international Memon communities have come forward to help the businessmen. But which community will raise for people like Muzzamil, from whose house, five funerals came out at a time, including two earners of separate families? This is not all. With the start of New Year, when Karachi was not yet over with its grief, the blast took place in Lakki Marwat leaving 105 dead and over 100 injured. Once again compensation was announced with condemnation from political figures and country runners. I never happen to see those who died, acknowledged or their families condoled when almost genocide took place. Why? Because our media and other responsible were too busy with the re-building of markets in Karachi. We are ignoring the long-term effect of our ignorance. The coming generation of terrorism stricken families is keeping nothing but hatred because there is nobody to take care of their future. Does the government think that 0.5 million rupees are enough to take care of a family of 5 for the rest of their lives? No. So, shall we consider lives precious? No way!! Markets are better than men. --> -->-->-->
With the end of year 2009, many of us make resolutions, ponder over past,forecast future or simply sleep over all these. I, instead, spent the night copying down some of my poetry and realized that my penned-down thoughts can provided me some penny sometime later in life.
In recent past, many of my Facebook friends have some way or other commented on my ever changing Super-Statii. This actually gave me a hint that I must keep a track of all of my deadly or delightful mental geniuses. Now the problem was how shall I find these status? A friend of mine posted an application where some of your year status appears as a collage. So I also tried it and found that I can see all my status and choose some for collage. So, I not only made the collage but made a collection of status as well. Isn't that super-duper time pass?
Though, the collection is of 2009 only, I am pretty sure that I must have posted some great thoughts prior to it under my ultra depressive mode.
I call this collection "Kulsaazi" meaning Kulsoom's craftsmanship. A combination of my name first 3 letters + saazi. Hmmmm, the word has one secret meaning as well but shhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Lets begin (categorically):
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-->Seventh Heaven:
1. I am blessed to be found again
2. After finding your missing element; the feeling is euphoric
3. In love one can wait forever and ever but won't change the deal
4. You worth all the effort
5. I know you hear me even when am quite and looking away.
6. And even if it takes a lifetime; I am ready
7. Aaj sunday hai, subha ko late hona chahiye
8. tum woh murshid ho jis kay haath per mureed baiyat le lay.....socho tum kon ho?
9. Lets become wanderers, at least this will keep us together
10. I had GOD till I had you.
11. If you have witnessed love, then you must have witnessed GOD on earth
12. You are my window to the another better world
Reality Bites:
1. Hence, I am what I am not.
2. I and the communication disparity
3. Wants to know at what speed her life is heading towards CHANGE?
4. Stumbled upon past, on my way to future through present
5. keep going back until one finds his way forward
6. I have been dreaming for so long, that if I open my eyes; I'll be blind
7. Living in a dream while breathing a reality
8. Till you don't get a hold on your future; past will keep ruining you
9. You know you are leaving me exactly where you found me from
10. An addition to my wish list "I want to travel with the protocol of 2 Mercs, 3 Camry, and several guard jeeps and commando bikes....who stop the whole traffic JUST FOR ME"
11. Construction of a dream lead to the destruction of reality but, the dream worth it
12. Hatred is a disease and I am ill
Impressively Depress:
1. Living your past Defacing my present Ostracizing our future Completely Crabbed !!!
2. I own failures and give disasters on rent.
3. Uninterrupted imagination required to spend life
4. Required: Uninterrupted Imagination
Available: Only interruptions, no imagination
5. I went missing
6. Love is an EXCUSE
7. Trapped in my own deeds, struggling with my own heart
8. Time ran backward while the world was moving forward.
9. humare pass yaadon ka zakheera aur barh jayega.......aur hum wapsee k rastay per usse uthaye lotengay........chalnay main thakan aur mushkil barh jayegi
10. The one who worth you will keep you, and not ruin you
11. Life sucks whenever it feels like
12. World apart with a dream together
13. I am my very own responsibility
14. My days are getting familiar to each other's pain
15. You cannot love me enough if you don't love my doings
Contemplating Codes:
1. Never give out your best till the best is given to you
2. It’s all about the beauty of being one.
3. I am part, of a nation not a denomination, a religion not a division
4. Life is as it was……useless
5. Money has its own demons
6. Don't think of unimportant people; it makes them important. Punish them
7. The second we think we are nothing without someone; GOD takes him away and tells you are nothing without ME.
8. Even freedom comes at a high cost and with boundaries......which are realized much later
9. We never knew the meaning of WORRIES, they were mere happiness
10. It takes no guts to be a bastard; some inherit it with all the pride and glory present on earth!!!
11. We are never confused. We are just incomplete
12. Nakaam muhabbat k afsane ya to buzdil banate hain ya baghi....umeed nahi dilate kabhi bhi
13. We are at loss because we focus too much on what we don't have, instead of what we have
14. Optimism is not the perspective I hold but what my friends hold for me
15. You are always ages away from what you want now and most, without any reason
16. People who ruin the time of 9 to 6 shall be generally known as jerks
17. Some things are complicated for no good reason
P.S. The above content is pure generation of my mind hence it is copyrighted. If you happen to copy/steal any, I will be glad if you ask me for that :)
An interesting piece I read, and would like to share !!!
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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
I was reminiscing with a class fellow about old days at university when I came across the above quotation. You read it and say, nobody could be more honest and striking about being nostalgic.
Nostalgia is a feeling which can take over you at any point in time but winters savor it best. If I go back into time, along with all those who were around and accompanied me, I had the best of life indeed. While reading the quote, I realized that it’s a fact that we only miss our past when we go through a bitter present. Otherwise who would miss the bad patch? It’s only the goodness and sheer happiness of times we miss and obviously the people.
As time passes, we grow older and lose our freedom at the hand of time and others. All our life we want to grow up and jump from school to college to university. It’s only after those years when we are trapped in the vicious circle of responsibilities; we cherish what we had in those years. We had freedom and fun. The enthusiasm was filled in each small activity of life. Laughter wrappers were all around our days and nights. From a small Rs.5 Kit Kat to cheating in the quiz was our essence of life.
The maximum tension we suffered was maintaining a GPA or small heart-matters. I call them small because life has taught me what is BIG.
I still remember how we saw the first reporting of the Iraq War at a friend’s house and discussed it with her late father, Baba. We had huge dreams of changing the world and making our names in the history of time. Lifetime plans were discussed between the small spaces of the library or over Samosas (Potato Patty).
The freedom of dreams and imagination we experienced is priceless. We just didn’t know that out beyond these iron gates, the reality and responsibility both awaits us.
In winters, we want the warmth of our memories to wrap us, or else the season can leave its mark on us.
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I am happy that many of us hold a delightful past which makes us optimistic about the future and harbor our present.
According to a Bollywood actress Amisha Patel, “I feel French is very close to Urdu. Both languages are beautiful. Sadly, their beauty is lost in translation”.
After receiving a comment from French blog visitor that Urdu belongs to Punjab, I told myself its time some of us should write down more regularly about this language and its initiators.
“Urdu” is an Indo-Aryan language came into being somewhere around 1300's through Mughal Courts of South-Asia then. The literary means of Urdu is Lashkar or "Army" in Turkish. In those times, Mughal Emperors had soldiers fighting in their army from various backgrounds i.e. Persian/Arabic/Turkish, hence a concoction born out of these languages called as URDU. It is an extremely rich language due to its take from the mentioned three languages, which made it an official language later.
It is the 20th widely spoken language of world, mainly spoken in Asia.Urdu is also as considered as 9th most influential language. It is official language of Pakistan and some states of India. Sometimes mistaken with Hindi due to its dialect, where as its inherited by Sanskrit mainly, which is a complete contrast to Urdu grammar and pronunciation.
Urdu is considered as one of the most formal, mannered and sweet languages. Many poets from Mughal era till today, have suggested their experiences of love and life both through Urdu Poetry and Prose.
I am born into a family who not only speak Urdu but also feel proud of it. Personally, I feel Urdu is one of the most expressive, imaginative, and passionate languages.
