Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Happiness is a mood, not a destination ~ OTH

Julian: I've been thinking about this whole being happy thing, especially since I've been doing this documentary and I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination.

Brook: Like how do you mean?

Julian: We're always thinking that someday we'll be happy, you know, when we'll get that car or that job or that person in our lives that'll fix everything, but happiness is a mood and it's a condition not a destination. It's like being tired or hungry, it's not permanent, it comes and goes and it's okay and I feel like if people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness a lot more often.

Brook: So.. You think it's okay to be a little miserable every now and then, even when you have great things in your life?

Julian: Is it okay to be a little hungry now and then?

Brook: Happiness is a mood, not a destination.

Monday, April 15, 2013

A Moment

Mother had her duppatta spread over her hands that were extended for prayer, she was silently whispering to ALLAH, what she said with her watery eyes and in silent pledges, only HE knows better.
Quietly, I crept right next to her, placed my head her on her lap and said, "Ma, I love you the most."
She humbly smiled, kissed my cheek and said, "I love you too, beta."
I said, "I know you love me more, but I love you with all the capacity I have to love and I don't understand how more love is even possible. I also know that ALLAH loves me 70 times of what you love me, but I can't even begin to understand how much of love that is."
She smiled again, kissed my forehead and held up her hands to the LORD and continued her silent whispers while I waited for her prayers to end.

There is no moral or anything, I just wanted to share this treasured moment.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

You're Missing

All those times we spent together,
all my secret tears and smiles you used to gather,
all, all are gone, gone with the wind, 
missing as you’re missing.
Your spot is vacant no more, 
there came others, gloating on the shore,
I tried, tried hard, adjusting with the replacements I find,
but impression remains and you’re missing.
Our bond, it was like no other,
kept us close, even on days we were farther,
I miss us, the sharing, the bind,
with us, other hearts have broken, yet you don’t mind, you’re missing.

- dedicated to my ring, the heirloom.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Worse Than Bad

           When we tell a story we tend to ensure that by the end we're the ones sounding heroic no matter how crude our actions have been. Humans grow (mentally) only when they learn from their mistakes or experiences, if they don't there is no growth. We can hide our mistakes from others but not from ourselves or Almighty Allah, to Whom we are answerable.

Our life is all about the decisions we make. At many points in life we are on the verge of making choices that define us for the rest of our lives. Sometimes we choose the right path and sometimes we end up in very wrong circumstances. One is talked about behind his back in almost every episode of life, how he chooses to react to it is what depicts him. Stupid would that person be, who makes nasty comments about you to your close friends; However, how stupid you are depends on your reaction to it.

Tolerant and patient as I might have seemed can actually be a crack head, if things start off on the wrong foot between us. How you see a person is mostly the way he wants you to, you can never be too sure about knowing anybody. A while back, a supposedly good friend triggered my unruly side, it wasn’t even a big of a deal now that I reflect back on the day, but what I did later was a bigger fault of choices. A few not so true, indecent remarks, which reached my ears swift as lightening.

A reaction was in order, I was to make a choice which shall define me. Back-biting is such a common thing, ignoring is really not that hard, but back then my conceited-self acted like there was no other side to the coin. I became the worst version of myself, letting the cat out of the bag I practically publicized all the stories, his secrets remained secrets no more. The consequences then, whatever they had been seemed very appropriate to me; However, it was all a matter of time until I realized how immoral my actions were. To avenge myself on a lame issue, I had overlooked all my responsibilities. Till this very day I do not regret losing that supposedly friend of mine, what I do regret is err of choices I made then; losing self-control and my character assassination.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Why you so nice ?

People are nice to us for a lot of reasons; however, the foremost reason always remains their own happiness. 
Some might be nice hoping a favour in return, while most of the ‘good’ people are nice out of courtesy or just for the sake of it as they put it. The truth is it brings them inner satisfaction, putting a smile on others faces gives them a sense of superiority. As for those who like/love a certain person and show courteous attitude, make time, shower with gifts are not spending their time, money and mind just to bring a smile on their beloved’s face but to breathe the air of satisfaction as they see the eyes of their beloved with love for them.


Have you ever seen a cat, wearing a hat ? 
Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow,
Back to my home, I will not go.
My mama will say,
Have you ever seen a lama, wearing a pyjama ?
Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow,
Back to my home, I will not go.
My mama will say,
Have you ever seen fish eating on a dish ?
Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow,
Back to my home, I will not go.
My mama will say,
Have you ever seen a whale, with a pony tail ?
Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow,
Back to my home, I will not go.