Flying To Family!!

Okay so I was tempted to put up another post before I leave (hehe). Tomorrow I leave the God-Forsaken place (some people call it the dorm!), to join my family who are already on vacation. I leave for Bahrain from here, and then fly home to India with my dad, who is waiting for me in Bahrain. And then the whole family will be united once again! (InshaAllah)

I'm supposed to be doing my training there for 3 weeks duration. Obviously, that involves studying! But oh well, all happiness comes at a cost doesnt it? And its a price I'm willing to pay!

Also, to add on some readers have already seen the movie I was talking about (hehe). Not such a big mystery after all!

Anyways, Adios!!

Salam.
Will be back in one months time (InshaAllah)

The First Day of a New Life

This is most likely my last post before leaving for my summer holidays. InshaAllah.

Well, the topic is a small dialogue I stole from a movie I watched a couple of days ago. Not one that I would recommend someone to watch (so I wont mention the name). But it had a nice dramatic ending to it!

It was about a man Mr. X, who had a miserable life, because both his wife Mrs. X and his daughter X jr. found him an embarassment to be associated with. They keep focusing on how Mr X is a big time loser. Also Mr X is always treated like a door-mat. One fine day, Mr X snaps out of it, and decides to be the 'man of the house' once again. He goes off on a spree. Forcing authority over his wife and daughter (making their lives hell). This was apparently his 'new life'. However, it was the very same day that he fixed everything, he was destined to die. He was shot in the head. There was a sequence of events though, just before he dies which leads his thoughts into the past and his family.

The final one minute after he was shot, was what all the drama was about. Where he watches his life flash by him. He thinks of what a lucky man he was. He had a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter. He thinks back to the happy days, and how blessed he was, yet failed to see it all until it was too late. Same happens to the wife. She realizes her loss when her husband dies. She regrets what she had done to him - but it was too late.

Makes you think how some of the very few sorrows or tragedies in life makes you forget your blessings. Keep counting your blessings before throwing them out. All of us happen to sulk or even go into severe depression over something very small that happens in our life. In the meanwhile, we tend to forget any good that has ever crossed our path, and go on to cursing this 'miserable life'. Automatically, leading on to suicide. Its hard to smile through your troubles. But keeping your spirits up at the hard times, has always helped me!

A second point to make, that wasnt in the movie, was regards to thanking Allah for your blessings. Rather than turning to him only in your hardships. Its a natural tendency of every man. Very few actually remember to thank him during the happy times. Just putting up a reminder.

The End.

Modernisation at what cost??

I focus mainly on the dressing aspect here, because that is where the flow of thoughts originated from (a tv show I was watching).

When I speak, I speak for the people of the sub-continent (India, Pakistan and Bangladesh).

As far as I remember, the manner in which a woman is dressed reflects her inner self. And a woman was a symbol of modesty. Hence, the way she dresses reflected upon her modesty. This was the manner in which the clothes (in the whole sub-continent) were designed, so as to fulfil this requirement.

But what has happened today?

The scissors of the tailor have been over-worked. The clothes have shrunken in size and comes along with a few snips here and there. The material has shifted to the 'see-through' type. Some of the clothes have their sleeves chopped off (apparently they arent needed anymore).

The new definition of modern for the women - the more skin that shows, the more modern you are.

Is it because the women have lost their modesty, along the way to modernisation?

Does forgetting ones' identity come along with modernisation? Is it the price we have to pay??

StatCounter

Just to share my excitement on having put up a stat counter in my blog page. Its right there on the right side of the page. This is so cool! Thanx a million to Abu Yusef. :)

Oh and I just found out that I have veiwers from Germany and Portugal and Belgium!! (I think thats so cool, even though they might not read anything.. hehe)

Yea, thats about it.. This is fun! yipeeee! Lol.. :D

Ayodhya - PlayGround For Politicians?

Ayodhya is a city in the state of Uttar Pradesh (home to nearly 13m Muslims), in India. The word 'ayodhya' literally means "not to be warred against". However, despite its peaceful name, all hell broke out in the city, when in 1992 the Babri mosque was razed to the ground along with several other mosques in the city, killing more than 2,000 people.

The Babri Masjid was a mosque constructed by the 1st Mugal emperor of India - Babur (16th century). Babur was accused of having destroyed an existing temple at the site, birthplace of Rama(7th avatar of God), before building the mosque.

In 1949, Hindu activists broke in and placed statues of Rama inside the mosque. The mosque was then sealed. In 1986 the mosque was reopened to allow Hindus to worship there.

The mosque was destroyed on December 6, 1992, by activists known to belong to a Hindu political group.
The violence and destruction continued for nearly 12 hours, with mobs roaming the streets of the town, plundering and torching Muslim homes. The mobs also targeted other mosques in Ayodhya.

Following the destruction of the mosque, communal riots broke out between Hindus and Muslims across India, including Bombay.

After a study, on August 25, 2003, the Archaeological Survey of India produced a controversial report that stated, there was evidence of a large Hindu temple having pre-existed beneath the Babri mosque.

The historian - Prof. S. Gopal (May 2004) said - "So far no evidence has been found to support the claim that Babri Masjid was constructed on land that was earlier occupied by a temple. In Ayodhya to-day there are still about 30 places where Rama was claimed to have been born."

On July 5, 2005 five terrorists attacked the disputed site. Security forces killed all five terrorists.

Currently, all efforts are being made to pin all blame on Pakistani Terrorist Groups in India. Rumors are going around claiming that the recently established 'friendly' ties between India and Pakistan might be affected as a result of this attack.

Blessed Days - As Little Angels

There were once those days when every one of us was a little angel, and 'innocent' in the true sense of the word.

The world seemed more colourful back then. The sky was bluer, the grass was greener. And you could always hear a bird singing into the morning air, which came dancing into the room through the open windows.

We believed that mom and dad were heavenly beings, who carried with them, the answer to anything and everything. What they or any other adult talked about was jibberish, which was understood only by them, and was beyond our comprehension.

Life was merely about how much 'more' fun you can have today than you did yesterday. You could wish for anything, and you can have it.

Love was all you knew about, and you dint know how to lie or steal. And your prayers to God would go "God, Can I please have some ice-cream today? I am being a good kid."

Everyone around you, who smiled was happy! And anyone who was sad, needed a candy or a hug maybe.

To have those days back, I would give anything. To know that everything is always okay, and taken care of, when tucked into bed. To know that there were no barriers or differences. You, me and the boy next door were all the one and the same.

To know that I would wake up the next morning to see that the sun had risen just for me....