Lawa

Jub Rahim Bhai - Sameena Bhabhi ke peeche churi (knife) le ker bhage to Sameena bhabhi ne 911 call ker di. Rahim Bhai aik raat jail main rahe. Uske baat abbu 'bail' kerwa ke hamare ghar le aaye magar poore khandan main Rahim bhai pe bari thu thu hui. Abbu ne bhi khub khari khari sunayi. Main wahiN betha sochta raha ke Rahim bhai jese miskeen shaks ne churi kese utha li?

Rahim bhai visa pe canada aaye the - Canada main rukne ke liye Sameena bhabhi se shadi ker li. Sameena bhabhi ne is baat ka khoob 'advantage' liye. Shadi ko 22 baras guzar gaye - 2 bachhe college paunch gaye magar Sameena bhabhi ka har dusre din ye taana khatam nahi huwa ke "Aaj canada main meri wajah se bethe ho werna karachi main jutiaN ragar rahe hote"

22 baras ka gubaar - lawa bun ker jo aik din nikla to sab kuch saath baha ke le giya. Rahim bhai ab Brampton main kahin akele rehte hain - aur har sham logon ko emails forward ker ke waqt katte hain.

KirnaiN

Urdu main mere kiya, kai logoN ke pasandeedah writer hain - Shafiqur-Rehman. Unki aik 'short story' hai "kirnain"........I think, it is one of the finest love story written in urdu literature.....

Us kahani ka aik jumla bohat sada hai magar zindagi main mujhe lagta hai is se ziyada sachhi baat shayed hi likhi gai ho: "Agar yahi hona tha to mere dil ki weerani ne pehle hi se kiun na bata diya"

Rishte aur Security

Shazo ne bikul theek kaha tha: "Jis rishte se security bhi na mile - there is no point in such bloody relationship"

realization

Nahi nahi!

Koi pagal nahi
Sab pagal hain
Kuch log pagal hain
Tum pagal ho

Bulke shayed

Sirf main pagal hun!

Working on Marriage

(Following post is controversial and you have all rights to disagree)

There is no such thing as "working on marriage". Marriages either work or don't work. But working on marriage is nothing but rationalization of the fact that you are in a non compatible relationship. There may be another thing - acceptance of your given circumstances. But no Sir! marriage doesn't get better by working on it!

Personalities are like blood groups -
if they don't match, they just don't match.


Note: My computer went dead 3 days ago and I lost all my fav. I am trying to recover via google, so you may not see my comments on your blog till than.

Playing with change!

Jub hum residency ker rahe the to hamare paas aksar qismat ke maare Pakistani, Indian lurke 2/3 hafte ke liye aa ker ruk jaya kerte the. Koi student hota, koi unemployed hota, koi is perdess main naya naya be-sahara hota.....

Aese hi aik lurka aaya tha Asghar. Asghar koi 3 mahine hamare saath raha. Phir use Loyola University main admission mil gaya aur woh kahiN aur roommate chala gaya. Jub hum hospital main hote to woh 'kitchen apron' pahen ker bari nafasat se hamare liye khane pakata.

Hum saare roommate har shaam apne bache kuche khulle (change) yogurt ke aik khali dabbe main daal dete. Farig auqat main Asghar un quarters, dimes, nickels aur pennies se khelta rehta. Aik din main ne Asghar se poocha: "Ye tum 'change' se kehlte rehte ho, is ka kiya maqsad?". Asghar ne jawab diya: "Yun change se kehlne se mere andar, bure waqt ke aehsas pe aik marham sa lug jata hai"

Uske baad meri zindagi main do teen aese waqt aaye jub mujhe paison ki aik dam se shadeed zaroorat par gai magar intazam nahi ho raha tha. Mujhe Asghar yaad aaya. 'Change' se kehlte huwe sach much mera dard kuch kum ho gaya...

A psychological escape - I guess!

Ishq

Jub log kehte hain ke Hazrat Ibrahim ke liye aag gul-o-gulzar ban gai thi to mujhe nahi lagta ke aag sach much main bujh gai ho gi - bulke mera khayal hai ke Hazrat Ibrahim Allah ke ishq main is qadar doob chuke the ke - namrud ki sulgaii us aag ki tapish ka unhe aehsas hi nahi hua....

Pata nahi kiun mujhe aesa lagta hai

Aik lakh rupe

(I wanted to write this post for a while but holded back as every time I think of it, shiver runs through my spine. It also tells how people perceive situation and moments differently - This will be both in english and urdu words as uttered by characters)


I think it was 1995. After starting residency, I was visiting Pakistan first time. Abdul was one of my childhood friend. He asked me to lend him 1 lac rupees for one year. I knew Abdul very well. They were 5 brothers and sisters and he was one of the major bread winner for family with his father. He secretly invested all savings of family (intended for sisters marriages) in stock market and lost every pennny. He appeared very dishevel and depress. I had few money saved during residency. I lended him 1 lac rupees...

Every time I visited Pakistan - he had issues going in life and he always asked for one more year. Over years, I forgot about that money. 13 years passed...one lac rupees even lost its value in US dollars. Last year while I was visiting Pakistan, I was passing through the area of Abdul's residence. Without any intention, I entered his apartment complex and knocked on his door. By now Abdul was married and has 2 kids.

He was more surprise than happy to see me. Though, he welcomed me to his home.."pareshani us ke chehre se saaf ayaN thi"....His wife (bhabhi) came and asked for "chai". She was a gracious lady.

As I realized, what's making him 'jhijhak', I decided to leave after salam-dua and without mentioning of money. As I stand up to leave, Abdul closed the door of his living room.

Abdul: "Main janta hun tumhare aik lakh rupe barsoN se mere paas udhar hain magar kiya karun meri zaroortoN ne kubhi mujhe itne paise jama hi na hone diye"...

He hold my hand and start crying. I was speechless. An adult man of 2 growing kids was crying like a kid. As I remained speechless, he thought I am angry or thinking that he is just acting a drama ... Probably, he wanted me to say something but I just could not find words..

Abdul: "Sach poocho to main tumhare aik lakh rupe to kubhi wapas na ker sakooN ga magar..."

woh thori der khamosh raha aur jumla mukammal kiya...

"...magar tum chaho to aaj ki raat meri jagah meri biwi ke saath reh sakte ho"

Ye jumla sun ker meri ooper ki saans ooper aur neeche ki saans neeche reh gai...

I just walked out of his house and could not breath properly till I walked 2 miles before hailing taxi...and till today as I said it send shiver through my spine...

Ye gurbat bari kamini cheez hai

Friendship

What a remarkable quote of Martin Luther King Jr.

"In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends".

Divorcing on 5th Anniversary

(following post carry content of sexual description)

Ever heard of people divorcing on their wedding anniversary? - Read this tale.

When Alam Khan came from Pakistan he was an young tall handsome pathan boy of 22. His father was my friend. Due to snow storm in Chicago his connecting flight was cancelled and he stayed with me for 3 days before I shipped him on domestic flight to his father. He was one heck of a jolly happy dandy young man.

Alam Khan with his father's help bought a small gas station in one of the rural area of Tennessee in the vicinity of Smoky mountains. Amina - his later wife was passing by with his family to visit there. When they stopped at Alam's gas station, Amina went inside the store to get soda and met Alam Khan. It was a love of first sight. Somehow Alam managed to slip his cell phone number to Amina. They stayed in touch. Amina's family declined marriage proposal from Alam's family as they were shia sect and Alam was from sunni sect. Amina rebelled against the wishes of her family, run away from home and went to stay with Alam. Both were disowned by their families. One day I recieved call from Alam and Amina to see if I can make their families to accept them again. First thing I advised them to go to court and get married. Indeed, they did. I spoke to Alam's father and Amina's family (who were furious) but since they were legally married both families had no choice but to swallow the wishes of their kids. A grand reception was finally arranged at one of the 5 star hotel of Atlanta. I was invited to their wedding over memorial weekend in 2004. Alam and Amina were very happy and glowing. Amina met me first time but treated me like her brother. I got very close to her family (and still I am).

Once honeymoon period was over - fights erupted between Alam and Amina. I recieved calls from Amina on and off with various complaints against Alam. Overtime after having long talks with Amina, I realized that underlying issue is sexual dissatisfaction. What actually breaking marriage was pornography habit of Alam! Since business was doing good and employees were running it, Alam all day watched, read and chat porno on his computer at work and masturbated many times in day and consequently unable to perform intercourse at night due to penile fatigue. I start getting calls from Alam to prescribe viagra which I initially took just as a curious inquiry from a newly married man but later I was told by Amina that he can't perform despite getting heavy supply from a local urologist. Amina, being an eastern girl was unable to verbalize her agony and reacted with fights as it is still taboo in our culture for a girl to acknowledge sexual dissatisfaction. Once I realized the issue, I had multiple talks with Alam to abandon his addiction of pornography but he could not. He was in real term addicted. I advised him to see a therapist and to both to go to a marriage counselor. Nothing worked.

They divorced on their 5th wedding anniversary!

Closure!

Zindagi main insaan kubhi sirf aik lafz dhundhta reh jaata hai.
Kisi kitab ka aakhri safha nahi milta.
Koi 'file' hai jo kabhi daakhile-daftar nahi hoti.
Dil main weerani aesa basera daal leti hai,
dil ki zameen aesi baanjh ho jaati hai ke
insaan sehra ki tapti dhoop main -
har sarab ka peecha kerta rehta hai -
magar paani ki woh bund nahi milti jis se qarar aa jaye!

Is blog pe main ne apne dost Ahsan Ali ki maut ka pehle bhi zikar kiya hai (like here). Is 'weekend' pe main aik shaadi pe gaya to aik dum se Ahsan Ali ki biwi (Rehana bhabhi) saamne mil gai. Salam Dua ke baad usne kaha main tum se kuch baat kerna chahti hun. Ahsan Ali ki maut ko 3 baras ho gaye magar mujhe aesa laga ke Rehana bhabhi ke chehre ne shayed 30 barson ka safar tey kiya hai.

Hum starbucks ki taraf rawana huwe. Jese hi main ne gari start ki lata ji ka song shuru ho gaya "tere bina zindagi se koi shikwa to nahi" (here). Main ne CD band kerna chahi to Rehana bhabhi ne manah ker diya. Kehne lagiN main ye sunna chahti hun. Hum kafi der starbucks ke parking lot main khamosh bethe rahe. Mujhe nahi maloom main Rehana bhabhi ka dukh kese baantta. Kuch der bad bhabhi phoot phoot ke rone lagi. Main kiya kehta. Jub unki kuch dharas bandhi to unhon ne kaha: "Tum Ahsan Ali ke sab se achhe dost the. Bus dua karo kisi tarah aik baar kisi tarah woh aake muje se keh jaaye ke, main ne tumhe muaf ker diya hai. Uski maut ke baad aik aik lamha main us ke 'forgiveness' ko tarsi hun. Bus aik dafa, bus aik dafa kahin kisi khawab main aake, ya kisi aur tarah mere kaan main keh jaaye - ke use mujhe se koi gila nahi werna ye guilt mujhe maar dega"

Main tasalli ke do lafzon ke siwa kuch na keh saka. I drove her back to wedding.

Meri Dua hai Bhabhi ke dil ko sukoon mil jaye.
Unke dukh ko 'closure' mil jaaye.... I hope she can moveon with life.

Kuch zakham saari zindagi nahi bharte - bus aaihsta aahista riste rehte hain!

preserving victory

One important lesson I learned in life is to understand that: only victory is not important but to learn to preserve victory by following path of grace.

Brighter side - A conversation

(How things can be percieved differently. Here is one example. Recently one of my friend visited his child's pediatrician with his wife...)


"We are so worried. Our son is 5 years old and still not potty trained. We don't know what else to try. We tried every trick we learned from textbooks, internet and various magazines. He just don't get it. He just don't giveup to any prize or punishment either."

"Isn't it good?"

"What? is it good that our son is already 5 years old and still in diapers?"

"There is no human being on this planet earth who remained in diaper ever because he was not thought to be potty trained. Its a natural thing bound to occur sooner or later. But I think, your son is showing a trend in his personality that he doesn't give up to pressures. Isn't it good?"

"Yesss....but...."

"Rather concentrating on his potty training, concentrate on his positive personality trait and to conserve it from not going to other extreme of stubborness.."

Acceptance

Zindagi main insaan ki saari khushi ka daro-madar sirf aik lafz pe hai - "acceptance" (qabool ker lena).

Biwi saari zindagi is liye 'unhappy' rehti hai - kiunke shohar ko 'accept' nahi ker pati. Shohar saari zindagi biwi se nalaN rehta hai. Kisi ko haar (defeat) 'accept' nahi hoti. Aashiq ye 'accept' nahi ker pata ke mehbooba us ki nahi ho sakti.

Aur agar insaan accept kerne pe aaye to 'wheel chair' ko bhi accept ker leta hai - jese mera dost asif - jo jawani main hi paraplegic ho gaya. Jese koi majboor aurat apne tawaaiif hone ko piyar se nibha jaati hai. Parents aulad ki maut tuk seh jaate hain. Beti ke dukh pe pehle hi is blog pe kai posts hain.

Dil ki jalan se markatul-araa 'art, literature, poetry' janam leti hai, magar saali andar ki bechani nahi jaati.

Agar aap ne Rohinton Mistry ka novel 'A fine balance' parha ho (nahi parha to zaroor parhiye) to uska bunyadi khayal bhi yahi hai ke: "Jin halat ko aap tabdeel nahi ker sakte, un dukhoN ko accept ker lain" - zindagi sahl ho jaati hai.

I want to write few words from one of my prev. post: ".......Is kaainat main kub saare sawalon ke jawab milte hain. Koi formula nahi chalta. Kisi mantiq ki chul theek nahi bethti. Hum saari zindagi jaanne ki tag-o-do main lage rehte hain magar saara kuch is dil ke maanne se hai. Agar dil ko qarar aa jaaye to koi maujiza naqabile yaqeen nahi rehta. Kuch bhi namumkin nahi rehta. Falsafa chale na chale magar jo baat, jo cheez is dil ki dharkan ki ley(tune) se murtaish (vibrate) ho jaaye - wahi haq, wahi sach ! Sala ye harami dil !!.."

Drowning incident and dreams

Sheik Adil Kalbani is recently appointed first black Imam at the Grand Mosque in Mecca. 2 years ago, he dreamed that he had become an imam at the Grand Mosque in Mecca, but he dismissed that dream.


This long weekend, I planned to take my son to a water park. A night before I dreamed that I have some kind of accident and I am all blue. Than its all dark in my house and my son is hysterically crying, and my mom is trying to calm him done (I am not there anymore)........I woke up with this dream and dismissed it as a mere nightmare.

On Sunday, I was with my son doing a water ride with double tube. My son was excited and little hyper. While we approached ride, he moved his legs inside the tube and that disbalance the whole tube. As I tried to manage, tube flipped upside down. I felt myself drowning (I don't know how to swim). Somehow - I was able to grab floating tube with one hand and my son with other hand. I kept floating inside water for a minute. Those 60 seconds were like 60 years. I kept my mouth annd nose shut. I was worried about my son. Meanwhile, life guard was there, he rescued me and my son. I was shaken and naturally my son was!

Probably, my mom's Dua saved me and my son. As I wrote earlier on this blog - yo can't dismiss all dreams.

paas aa kar dekhe koi dekhe

Alamgir singing one of my Nasir Kazmi's favourite

Duniya bhi ajab sara-e-faani

Duniya bhi ajab sara-e-faani dekhi
Har cheez yahaa'n ki aani jaani dekhi
Jo aa ke na jaaye wo budhaapa dekha
Jo jaa ke na aaye wo jawaani dekhi

(Mir Anees)

World is like a mortal motel
everything here is sure fatal (But)
saw never ending oldhood
and forever gone young puerile

Rizq

Ye koi 1988-89 ki baat rahi hogi. Main Medical School main tha. Parhai likhai to kum hi hoti thi, ziyada tar waqt 'canteen' main katta tha. Poora din lateefeh, shayerii, siyasat aur 'chai samose' chalte rehte the.

Aik roz main canteen ke kinare aik unchi pahari pe betha tha. Saamne 'bench' pe 'chai samose' rakhe the aur main ne 'bench' pe paun rakha huwa tha. 'Chai samose' mere paun ke saath pare the.

Saath hi thori dur aik baba ji khana kha rahe the. UnhoN ne mujhe toka ke: "Beta! rizq ke saath paun nahi rakhte - behurmati hoti hai".

Hum jawani ke zom main hote the. Main ne kaha: "O Babaji ! apne kaam se kaam rakho - ziyada maulvi banne ki zaroorat nahi hai". Babaji chup ho gaye.

Bus unhon ne ye kaha: "Allah tumhe rizq ki izzat kerne ki taufiq de"

Is baat ko 20 baras guzar gaye. Mujhe ye baat zara yaad na rahi. Itne barsoN main jub zindagi ki charkhi ki kaat lagi to ye baat samjh aai ke - rizq Allah ki taraf se aata hai. Insaan ki mehnat aik saanwi (secondary) si cheez se hai.

Aaj sham main hospital se wapas aaya to mera beta sofe pe beth ke khana kha raha tha. Us ke paun saamne table pe rizq ke saath pare the. Main ne kaha: "Bete paun neeche rakho. Rizq ki behurmati hoti hai".

Mere Bete ne paun neeche to rakh diye, magar kaha: "Com'on daddy - what difference does it make?"

Mujhe aesa laga, jo thappar mujhe 20 baras pehle parna chahiye tha woh aaj par gaya. Khuda ki be-awaz lathi. Aik dum se 20 baras pehle wale babaji ka chehra yun saamne aa gaya jese do pal pehle ki baat ho.

Apni harkat ki saza khuda mujhe yun dega - socha na tha!

Allah hum sab ko apne rizq ki izzat kerne ki taufeeq ata farmaye - Aameen

Hear Attack

Another poem of Faiz Ahmad Faiz with my loose translation.

You may Listen this poem in Zia Mohiuddin voice here


Pain was so severe that night, savage heart
wanted to confront each vein
diaphoresed from each sweat gland

(my heart was)
Like far at your patio
each petal washed in my despondent blood
appear morose with grace of moonlite glow

Like in my deserted body
tents of all aching threads openly
start giving signs serially (of)
farewell of (my) passions' flock

And when appeared somewhere under smoldering lites of remembrance
one last moment of your affection
pain was so intense that (heart) wanted to pass it on

We did want to stay though, heart did not desire so

Meray dard ko jo zabaN milay

Faiz sahab ki khubsurat nazam - sorry for loose translation

Mera dard naghma-e-be sada
Meri zaat zarra-e-benishaN
Meray dard ko jo zabaN milay
Mujhe apna nam-o-nishaN mile
Mujhe raz-e-nazm-o-jahan mile
Jo mujhe ye raz-e-nihaN mile
Meri khamoshi ko bayaN mile
Mujhe kainat ki sarwarii
Mujhe dolat-e-do jahaN mile

(My sorrow is song of no voice
My self is grain of no sign
(but) if my sorrow finds a cry
I find my (own) name and light
I find secret of core of cosmos
(and) if I find that open secret
My silence finds (its) narration
I get kingship of universe
I find treasure of both worlds)

Listen Nayyara Noor singing it here

Most immigrants' diary

(I should call it diary of most immigrants)

".......In my son's eyes I see the ambition that had first hurled me across the world. In a few years he will graduate and pave his own way, alone and unprotected. But I remind myself that he has a father who is still living, a mother who is happy and strong. Whenever he is discouraged, I tell him that if I can survive on three continents, then there is no obstacle he cannot conquer. While the astronauts, heroes forever, spent mere hours on the moon, I have remained in this new world for nearly thirty years. I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only man to seek his fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have travelled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination."

From one of my favourite short story -
- 'The Third and Final Continent' by Jhumpa Lahiri

A quote

"Agar rizq aqal-o-danish se milta to jaanwar aur bewaqoof zinda hii na rehte" (Hazrat Ali)

Ameer Khan

Modern sufi ki post likhte huwe mujhe Ameer Khan bohat yaad aa rahe the.

Agar aap ko meri aik purani post Amma ki Dua yaad ho to - main ne aik American-Pakistani physician Dr. Saima ka zikar kiya tha. Ameer Khan unke shohar hote hain.

Peechle saal main ne Africa main aik charity project main participate kiya tha. Ittafaq se Dr. Saima mere saath thiN. Jub hum sab pehli dafa 'kampala' ke 'hawaii adde' pe mile to Ameer Khan se meri mulaqat hui. Bazla-sanj (witty) aadmi the, hamari achhi dosti ho gai. Pehle to main ye samjha ke Ameer Khan bhi doctor hain magar phir pata laga ke woh to 'computer engineer' hain. Main ne yunhi keh diya; "Aap aa to gaye ho magar aap poore 2 hafte hamare saath karo ge kiya?". UnhoN ne jawab diya: "Abhi socha nahi hai. Apne line ki koi cheez dhundh ker main bhi koi charity kaam ker lunga". Ab suniye unhoN ne kiya kiya.

Hum jitne din clinic aur hospital main training kerte rahe, Ameer Khan 'kampala' ki mashoor 'Owino market' se 3 computer khareed laye. Hospital ke IT department se internet connection lagwaya - Hospital se 10-12 burhe (65 years and above) jama kiye aur un ko ye training deni shuru kerdi ke 'email' kese kerte hain. Main ne kaha - 'aap ko ye khayal kiun aaya? aur aakhir is ka kiya faida?'.

Unhon ne jawab diya: "In burhoN ke bachhe in se dur hain. Aaj ki nasal bus email kerti hai. Koi in burhe ma-baap ko khat nahi likhta. Main ne hospital main announcement bhijwaya to ye 12 burhe mil gaye. Ye burhe agar - 'how are you?', 'call me' wagera jesi choti choti email kerna bhi sikh lain to in ke dil ko kitna qarar rahe". (Just a note - cell phone is very very expensive in Uganda). Unhon ne aage bataya: "Main ne yeh 3 computer yahan sirf isi kaam ke liye donate ker diye hain ke ye burhe apni aulad se ba-asani contact rakh sakain"

Khuda kay aashiq to haiN hazarooN,
banoN main phirtay haiN, maaray maaray
MaiN uss ka bunda banooN ga,
jiss ko Khuda kay bundoN say payar hoga

Log

A Beautiful ghazal of famous urdu poet Himayat Ali Shayer - who now resides in Toronto.

Modern Sufi-2

A week ago, I did a post on modern sufi. Somebody left a shair of Allama Iqbal on comment section and I think, this one shair describe what I really wanted to say

Khuda kay Aashiq to haiN hazarooN,
banoN main phirtay haiN, maaray maaray
MaiN uss ka bunda banooN ga
jiss ko Khuda kay bundoN say payar hoga

{God has thousands of his (human) lovers
roaming astray in jungles (to seek him)
I will be the disciple of one,
who would have love for humans }

Teenage nostalgia

In 1981, Lata Mangeshkar sung a song. That was the same time when we start having teenage rebellion against society, culture, values, dictators etc. but simultaneously were carefree about everything and not to mention pubertal attraction to other gender.

This song was an instant hit among youngsters and became a milestone song in Bollywood history. What a nostalgia

Azab-e-yaad-maazi

"Tumhara dil nahi kerta hamari zindagi phir 20-22 baras peeche chali jaaye. Wahi college ke din hoN. ....KhwaboN khiloN ki jaagir ho. Na rishton ka gum ho na duniya ke bandhan.... Be-fikri ke din hoN aur mehfiloN ki raataiN ho"

"Nahi mera aesa bilkul bhi ji nahi chahta"

"kiun?"

"Maaazi ke kuch arse ka - aik aik lamha main ne jis barzakh (hell) main guzara hai - sirf mera khuda jaanta hai. Jub perdes main be-yaar-o-madadgar tumhe shohr 'iron rod' se itna marta ho ke tumhe 'rib factures' ho jaye aur 'renal hematoma' bun jaye aur itne 'bruises' hoN ke chehra pehchana na jaaye. Phir dusri shadi ho aur woh tumhare ma baap aur bhai ke saare paise jahez main le ker tumhe raat 11 baje ghar se nikal de. Kubhi tum 'Detroit' ki sardioN main sarak kinare aik suit case le ke khare ho. Tumhe poora mahina dost ki gaari main raat so ke guzarni pare - aur aahista aahista aik aik tinka jama ker ke jub thora sa qarar aaye magar baalon main chandni jhankne lage - to - nahi dil nahi chahta ke maazi laut ker wapas aaye"

Modern Sufi

Sufi ki sab se achhi taa'reef (definition) Ashfaq Ahmad ne bayan ki hai: "Jo shaks dusre insaanoN ke liye aasani (comfort) paida kare wohi Allah ke raste ka musafir aur sufi hai".

Zaroori nahi Allah ke sufi aur baba log sirf jangal bayabanoN main rehte hon. Woh insaanoN ke beech - 3 piece suit pahen ker far far angrezi bol ker clean shave bhi hote hain.

Mera Khayal hai ke agar aaj ke daur main sufi hote hain to Allah ke sab se bare Auliya koi "Economist" honge. Aaj ke daur main insaan ka sab se bara masla gurbat (poverty) hai. Saari bimariaN isi bhook, piyas aur aflas ki paidawar hain

- Globally the uneven distribution of wealth -

A true "Economist" try to find ways to make quality of life better for humans.

Jese aap ne Grameen Bank wale us Bengali Baba - Professor Muhammad Yunus ka naam to suna hoga! - bus Allah wale log aese hi hamare aas paas rehte hain

Story of 3 Fishes

(Maulana Rumi ki is hikayat ko samjhane main mujhe aadhi umer lag gai - What a wise sufi he was)

"This is a story of the lake and the three big fish that were in it. Some fisherman came to the edge of the lake with their nets. The three fish saw them. The intelligent fish decided at once to leave, to make the long, difficult trip to the ocean. He thought, "I won't consult with these two on this. They will only weaken my resolve, because they love this place so. They call it home. Their ignorance will keep them here."The wise fish saw the men and their nets and said, "I"m leaving."

The half-intelligent fish thought, "I've lost my chance to escape. He mourns for a while, and then thinks, "What can I do to save myself from these men and their nets? Perhaps if I pretend to be already dead! I'll belly up on the surface and float like weeds float, just giving myself totally to the water. To die before I die." So he did that. He bobbed up and down, helpless, within arm's reach of the fishermen. "Look at this! The best and biggest fish is dead." One of the men lifted him by the tail, spat on him, and threw him up on the ground. He rolled over and over and slid secretly near the water, and then, back in voyaging to ocean.

Meanwhile, the third fish, was agitatedly jumping about, trying to escape with his agility and cleverness.The net, of course, finally closed around him, and as he lay in the terrible frying-pan bed, he thought, "If I get out of this, I'll never live again in the limits of the lake. Next time, the ocean! I'll make the infinite my home."

Moral of the story: False sense of comfort - makes one blind from reality till it hits on the face and sometime its too late.

It is the same concept as described in world's bestseller "who moved my cheese" (I strongly recommend you all to read this. Its a small book you can finish in an hour but an extremely important read).

Kabhi laut aayein to poochna naheen dekhna unhein gour se
Jinhein raaste mein khabar hui, keh yeh raasta koi aur hai (salim Kausar)

Boss, Bread and Butter

"Why you refused promotion?"
"I don't want to be a boss"
"Why?"
"One thing you may have to do sometime as a boss, is to fire someone. And for me, taking away someone's bread and butter is the worst thing to do".