Il n'y a pas de raison particulière pour écrire cette poste en français. Ou probablement je suis trop heureux, cela est pourquoi j'essaie d'exprimer mon bonheur en français. Hehe. De toute façon, je posterai plus de lui bientôt, bien sûr dans l'anglais. Je posterai des images aussi.

Avoir un bon jour.

Au revoir, mes amis =)

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Ahmed Faraz passed away on Aug 25th. May his soul rest in peace. Here is a ghazal and nazm by him that I've read and like.

سنا ھے لوگ اسے آنکھ بھر کے دیکھتے ھیں
سو اس کے شہر میں کچھ دن ٹھہر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے ربط ھے اس کو خراب حالوں سے
سو اپنے آپ کو برباد کرکے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے درد کی گاہک ھے چشم ِ ناز اس کی
سو ھم بھی اس کی گلی سے گزر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے اس کو بھی ھے شعر و شاعری سے شغف
سو ھم بھی معجزے اپنے ہنر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے بولے تو باتوں سے پھول جھڑتے ھیں
یہ بات ھے تو چلو بات کرکے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے رات اسے چاند تکتا رہتا ھے
ستارے بام ِ فلک سے اتر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے حشر ھیں اس کی غزال سی آنکھیں
سنا ھے اس کو ہرن دشت بھر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سناھے دن کواسے تتلیاں ستاتی ھیں
سنا ھے رات کو جگنو ٹھہر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے رات سے بڑھ کر ھیں کاکلیں اس کی
سنا ھے رات کو سائے گزر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے اس کی سیاہ چشمگی قیامت ھے
سو اس کو سرمہ فروش آنکھ بھر کے

سنا ھے اس کے لبوں سے گلاب جلتے ھیں
سو ھم بہار پہ الزام دھر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے آئینہ ِ تمثال ھے جبیں اس کی
جو سادہ دل ھیں بن سنور کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے جب سے حمائل ھیں اس کی گردن میں
مزاج اور ھی لعل و گوھر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے چشم ِ تصور سے دشت امکاں میں
پلنگ زاویے اس کی کمر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے اس کے جسم کی تراش ایسی ھے
کہ پھول اپنی قبائیں کتر کے دیکھتے ھیں

وہ سرو قد ھے مگر بے گل ِ مراد نہیں
کہ اس شجر پہ شگوفے ثمر کے دیکھتے ھیں

بس اک نگاہ سے لٹتا ھے قافلہ دل کا
سو رہروانِ ِ تمنا بھی ڈر کے دیکھتے ھیں

سنا ھے اس کے شبستاں سے متصل ھے بہشت
مکیں ادھر کے بھی جلوے ادھر دیکھتے ھیں

رکے تو گردشیں اس کا طواف کرتی ھیں
چلے تو اس کو زمانے ٹھہر کے دیکھتے ھیں

کہانیاں ھی صحیح، سب مبالغے ھی صحیح
اگر وہ خواب ھے، تعبیر کرکے دیکھتے ھیں

اب اس کے شہر میں ٹھریں کہ ُکوچ کر جائیں
فراز آؤ ستارے سفر کے دیکھتے ھیں

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And this nazm "Bhali si aik shakal thi"

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بھلے دنوں کی بات ھے
بھلی سی ایک شکل تھی
نہ یہ کہ حسنِ ِتام ھو
نہ دیکھنے میں عام سی

نہ یہ کہ وہ چلے تو
کہکشاں سی رہگزر لگے
مگر وہ ساتھ ھو تو پھر
بھلا بھلا سفر لگے

کوئی بھی ُرت ھو اس کی چھب
فضا کا رنگ روپ تھی
وہ گرمیوں کی چھاؤں تھی
وہ سردیوں کی دھوپ تھی

نہ مدتوں جدا رھے
نہ ساتھ صبح و شام ھو
نہ رشتہ ِ وفا پہ ضد
نہ یہ کہ اذن ِ عام ھو

نہ ایسی خوش لباسیاں
کہ سادگی ِگلا کرے
نہ اتنی بے تکلّفی
کہ آئینہ حیا کرے

نہ اختلاط میں وہ رم
کہ بدمزہ ھوں خواہشیں
نہ اس قدر سپردگی
کہ زچ کریں نوازشیں

نہ عاشقی جنون کی
کہ زندگی عذاب ھو
نہ اس قدر کٹھور پن
کہ دوستی خراب ھو

کبھی تو بات بھی خفی
کبھی سکوت بھی سخن
کبھی تو کشتِ زعفراں
کبھی اداسیوں کا بن

سنا ھے ایک عمر ھے
معاملات ِ دل کی بھی
وصال ِ جاں فضا تو کیا
فراق ِ جانگسل کی بھی

سو ایک روز کیا ھوا
وفا پہ بحث چِھڑ گئی
میں عشق کو امر کہوں
وہ میری ضد سے چڑ گئی

میں عشق کا اسیر تھا
وہ عشق کو قفس کہے
کہ عمر بھر کے ساتھ کو
وہ بد تر از ہوس کہے

“شجر حجر نہیں کہ ھم
ھمیش پہ بہ ُگل رہیں
نہ ڈھور ھیں کہ رسیاں
گلے میں مستقل رھیں

محبتوں کی وسعتیں
ھمارے دست و پا میں ھیں
بس ایک در سے نسبتیں
سگان ِ بے وفا میں ھیں

میں کوئی پینٹنگ نہیں
کہ اک فریم میں رھوں
وھی جو من کا ِمیت ھو
اسی کے پریم میں رھوں

تمھاری سوچ جو بھی ھو
میں اس مزاج کی نہیں
مجھے وفا سے َبیر ھے
یہ بات آج کی نہیں“

نہ اس کو مجھ پہ مان تھا
نہ مجھ کو اس پہ زعم ھی
جو عہد ھی کوئی نہ ھو
تو کیا غم ِشکستگی

سو اپنا اپنا راستہ
ھنسی خوشی بدل لیا
وہ اپنی راہ چل پڑی
میں اپنی راہ چل دیا

بھلی سی ایک شکل تھی
بھلی سی اس کی دوستی
اب اس کی یاد رات دن
نہیں، مگر کبھی کبھی



Cheerio folks

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The Pakistani Spectator e-mailed Dinky Mind and asked if they could interview her. Dinky Mind didn't mind in being interviewed by such nice people, so she responded to their questions. What she didn't know was that this interview would be published by them on their website! *Haye!*

Here's the interview =) Enjoy reading her foolish replies :P

Cheerio folks =)

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Biya has gifetd me "The Kite Runner". The whole world has already read it and I'd be reading it now. But I so much wanted to read a good book, so I'm quite thankful to her :) Will start reading it tonight. And I'd make sure I keep a good bowl full of cashew nuts (or chocolates) and a big mug of coffee when I plan to read that book. Books should be read that way, according to me :P

Today, my boss gave me Galaxy. It's one good chocolate (just take out the raisins from it) after Dairy Milk (Pakistan wali nahi, it doesn't taste that good) and Snickers. Hersheys Hugs and Kisses and Ferrero Rochers are just tooooo good. Ufff, chocolates are a blessing. And licking chocolate is more fun than taking a big bite. Even if you take a bite, let it melt in your mouth. Enjoy the taste. I do that. I mean when I'm alone (or with Jaj, Ossy and Ritz), I lick it (cuz we are equally insane). And when I'm with other people, I just take a big bite and let it melt for a good ten minutes in my mouth :)

I prefer having whole milk chocolates, but nutty chocolates are also liked by nutty me. One day Ritz and I had this huge pyramid of 1-metre long Toblerone (we both got a separate pyramid). Jaj's fiance (now hubby) brought her that Toblerone plus other assorted chocolates, and she, not being a chocoholic, distributed them among us three (Ritz, Me, and Ossy). Ritz and I, after wrapping our shares, had cut pieces from Ossy's share and then we gave him his share :D. One should have such friends :P cuz meanie me can't share chocolates that easily :P

Ritz and I once had really yummy whole milk Swiss chocolates. I dont remember the name, but it was a bit bigger than a coin and tasted heavenly. My Dad's colleague, who has returned to US, sends us Hershey's Miniature chocolates, and Hershey's Hugs and Kisses. In the Miniature Choco's packet, I always loved Krackel (the rice one)..and Mr. Goodbar (the peanut one)...and the Milk Chocolate The Silver one). So, what's left? The Dark Chocolate. Nah, me not a big fan of dark chocolate.

Oh, and how can I forget how I inhale chocolate syrup. Yes, when Momma brings home a bottle of Chocolate Syrup, I'm the first one to attack it. I slurp many spoons full of it every day. I'm the kind who, if feels hungry at 2 am, would get out of bed, go the kitchen, and licks a spoonful of choclate syrup or chocolate spread, whichever is available.

My cousin, Tuba, is not a big fan of chocolates. She's rather not a fan of chocolates. She doesn't like chocolates at all, and she doesn't know why :D So, she when I visit her, she gives me all the yummy chocolates that her dad brings. And in return she pulls my cheeks! Such an unfair saza. When I protest, she says, "I give you chocolates, so be quiet now!" :D And then I quickly keep the chocos in my bag, cover my painful cheeks and run away :D

On my birthday, big bro gave me a box of Girl Scouts Thin Mints Cookies. Without reading "Thin Mints", I quickly opened the pack and picked out the nice choco-coated cookie. It was good if there was only chocolate and no minty flavor in it :( but I ate them :) just a few of them actually. And asked my bro to kindly give me chocolates next time :D

Ahhh, so this was my choco story. I do sometimes say I'm not a chocoholic, but I say that when I'm out of choco stock. When I've got loadsa chocs with me, I don't want anybody to be in the radius of 10 metres from me! Jes jes, meano me :P

Cheerio folks =)

PS: I'm having a tooth ache now :( And my visit to the dentist is also due. And he always asks if I have refrained myself from chocos and all the meetha stuff. And I always lie! *sigh* Mein sudharney waaloun mein se nahi!!!

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Yesterday was my birthday and now I'm 18 and a half years old :)


Saturday night, we were out for dinner and I so much hoped to return home before midnight so I could answer those birthday wishes calmly. But we reached home around 12:10 am and by that time I had recieved some 10-15 sms and 3 calls, plus birthday hugs from my parents and siblings :) Had a long convo with Jaj who called me around 12:30! Was too tired so slept early (around 1:45 am) :P When I woke up, there were some 8-10 more sms, and a few missed calls, plus 2 cards on my bedside. Although it wasn't cloudy but I was happy :) Bro had arranged a lunch for us on his ship, PNS Tariq. [Yeah, it's "his" ship, and "his" navy! :D Afterall, he's the NavO]. I went onboard a ship after a long time. Although cameras were not allowed, still I took mine and clicked many pictures. We first went in the wardroom, kept stuff there, had juices and then went out and walked through the narrow, meandering corridors to the deck. Saw a few people fishing there too.


Then we went to the operations' room. Took loadsa pics, although there were a few maps labeled "Confidential", so I didn't take their pictures ;) But this compass was looking so cool, I couldn't resist taking its picture. Check out the tiny toony lamp on it :) Looks so cute na? For more pictures, check out my flickr. The kids had so much fun there. They were struggling to sit on CO's and XO's chairs, which were quite high. But there were their-size chairs too :) Yep, so tiny that it seemed that they were made for Aashoo and Abeer.

After spending a lot of time over there, we went back to the Wardroom to have lunch (around 3:30 pm). I was the head of the table :P I was the special guest :D And according to table manners (more suitably, the Naval rules), no-one started their lunch before I did :P It was fun. There were such yummy prawn and fish in lunch. Ahhhh, the lunch was very really very yummy. And did I tell you there were parathas and not roti? Hehe, yep, probably the chef knew that that chief guest doesn't eat roti :P

After lunch, we had tea and juices again. Before leaving for a boat ride, we were given caps as souvenir. Then we wore those much-needed caps and walked towards the sun-lit MS Jetty, where a boat was waiting for us. That boat encountered some problem, so we waited for another boat to come. It arrived after 15-20 minutes, and in that time, we started fishing. We took a fishing rod from this guy who had 2 of them. But before we could catch any fish, our boat was there. I have always enjoyed jumping from the jetty stairs on to the boat, and from that to another one :) And yesterday the same happened.

I am actually the restless one (after Bushi) who keeps on hopping here and there to get all possible views. So when the boat ride began, I took out my camera and started taking photos, although it's strictly prohibited, but who cares. Aashoo, Abeer, Bushi and Umar sat on the tiny deck of that boat. Later I also climbed somehow and sat there :) It was ultimate fun. I so much wanted to take off my shoes, and sit with my feet touching the sea water, but couldn't as the green metal bars were quite away from the boundary of the boat (and I couldn't have sat without holding them). Uff, how much I wished to have a little more tall height. Haye qismat! In this picture is Aashoo and Bushi, and Ammi's and Biya's hand. Aray, at one moment there was such strong wind that Biya's cap flew and fell in the sea :) Then the guards tried to pick it out with the help of a long wooden bar with a hook on one end but they couldn't, and the cap drowned. Lol. After an enjoyable boat ride of some 45 minutes, we headed back home.

Was so tired that I had my special dinner, of Maggie Noodles, and slept around 11 pm :)

Cheerio folks =)

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سائنسدانوں نے اپنی طرف سے یہ بری خبر سنائی ھے کہ ھر بڑے شہر کی ھوا میں
ایک دن سانس لینا دو پیکٹ سگریٹ پینے کے برابر ھوگا حالانکہ اس سے اچھی خبر اور کیا ھوگی کہ ھم مفت میں روزانہ دو ڈبی سگریٹ پیتے ھیں۔ مجھے تو گاؤں کی صاف ھواؤں میں رھنے والے لوگوں سے بڑی ھمدردی ھے جو اس نعمت سے محروم ھیں۔ بس اگر کوئی ڈر ھے تو وہ یہ ھے کہ کہیں حکومت بڑے شہروں میں سانس لینے پر ٹیکس نہ لگا دے۔ اب تو ھم گھر سے نکلتے ھوئے یہ بتلا کے جاتے ھیں کہ دو کش انارکلی کے لگانے جا رھا ھوں۔ یہی نہیں کوئی پوچھے گا کہ آپ کو لاھور آئے کتنی دیر ھوئی؟ تو دوسرا جواب دے گا “آدھی ڈبی ھو گئی، ایک ڈبی کا قیام کروں گا“۔

سگریٹ پینے سے جو مالی نقصان ھوتا تھا، وہ بھی نہ ھو گا۔ میرے ایک جاننے والے
نے سگریٹ نوشی سے پیسے بچانے کا یہ طریقہ نکالا تھا کہ وہ ھمیشہ سگریٹ سے سگریٹ سلگاتا، یوں ماچس کا خرچ بچتا۔ اس سے پہلے ایک سردار جی بھی ایسا کر چکے تھے کہ اس طرح ماچسوں پر رقم ضائع نہیں ھوتی کیونکہ سردار جی کو لائٹر جلانے کے لئے کئی ماچسیں جلانی پڑتی تھیں۔

انگریز ھم پر سگریٹ کے زور پر حکومت کر گئے کیونکہ پہلے حقہ تھا۔ سب لوگ اس کے گرد ھالہ بنا کر بیٹھتے اور ایک ھی حقہ یوں مل کر پیتے کہ لگتا یہ ایک ھی جسم کے مختلف منہ ھیں ۔ مگر انگریز نے انہیں سگریٹ تھما کر علیحدہ علیحدہ کر دیا ۔ سگریٹ بڑوں کی چوسنی ھے جسے وہ سمجھتے ھیں کہ ھم چوس رھے ھیں حالانکہ وہ انہیں چوس رھی ھوتی ھے ۔



Taken from Dr. Younus Butt's Afra Tafreeh.

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A berry Happy Birthday to my dearest, shweetest Momma :) I made for her a birthday card and gave it to her at midnight. I usually keep the card in the lounge or on her side-table at night and when in the morning she sees it, she comes to kiss sleepy Mammy :) But last night, we were awake till 23:30. Evil moi woke her up at midnight and presented her the card :) Me glad she liked it :) I so much wanted to post pictures of the card, but just yesterday my room was gifted with a new book shelf, so now everything (books + PC) is on my bed. Hence, I failed to transfer photos from my phone to the PC. Tonight I'd try to fix everything (only if I get time).

Well, before going home now, I'd first go to buy her a gift :D I just pray she likes it. Will post the pics tomorrow or day after. *sigh* yeh PC bhee na... Aray, I have to bake a cake for her as well. I must ask my boss to let me leave early today :$

*prayers needed*

Cheerio folks =)

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Let us divide the word 'preoccupation' into two parts - pre-occupation, that is, occupying your mind with something before it actually happens. This is what worrying is: trying to resolve problems that have not even had time to appear; imagining that things, when they do happen, will always turn out for the worst.

Naturally there are exceptions. One of them is the hero of this little story.

An old king of India condemned a man to the gallows. When the king had finished reading the sentence, the condemned man said:

'You are a wise man, Your Majesty, and curious about everything that your subjects do. You respect gurus, sages, snake-charmers and fakirs. Well, when I was a child, my grandfather taught me how to make a white horse fly. Since there is no one else in the whole kingdom who knows how to do this, my life should be spared.'

The king immediately ordered a white horse to be brought.

'I need to spend two years with this animal,' said the condemned man.

'All right, you will have two years,' replied the king, already somewhat suspicious. 'But if this horse does not learn to fly, you will be hanged.'

Overjoyed, the man left with the horse. When he reached his house, he found his whole family in tears.

'Are you mad?' they all cried. 'Since when has anyone in this house known how to make a horse fly?'

'Don't worry,' he said. 'First of all, no one has ever tried to teach a horse to fly, and the horse might well learn. Secondly, the king is already very old and he might die in the next two years. Thirdly, the horse might die and then I'll be given another two years to teach the new horse - not to mention the possibility of revolutions, coups d'état and general amnesties. And even if everything remains exactly as it is, I will still have gained two years of life with which I can do anything I like. Does that seem little to you?'


[If you want other such stories, email me] :)

Cheerio folks =)

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He: "So, what's your name?"
Me: "Umema"
He: *confused* "Humera?"
Me: *with a fake smile* "Erm, it's Umema. U-M-E-M-A!"
He: "Oh okay. Different"
Me: *mumbles* "Whateva"

After making a few service errors, he yelled from the other side of the court, "Maimuna, you're making too many faults. You gotta improve your game!"
"And you gotta improve your memory, Mr. Coach", I mumbled again.

This was my tennis coach, who never called me by my real name. I was always Maimuma and Humera for him.

Well, nobody calls me by my real, full name anymore. And those who do, seem quite odd to me. :D

Umem is what people usually call me.
Ema is what a teaser friend calls me.
Emo/ Emostan/ Emoster is what evil Acro calls me.
Mommese sometimes calls me Mammy when she's full of affection :)
Baaj/ Baji/ Jabi is what my lil bros call me.
Oye Moti is what Jaj calls me.
Proffy is what Ritz calls me.
Moti Fitch is what we call each other (Jaj, Me and Ritz) :D
Maya is what a very cute friend of mine used to call me.
May is what an uncle blogger calls me. I'm not that kiddo. :$
Laila/ Lailee is the name given to me by my Mami.
Naina is what Uzam calls me. She found it hard to pronounce Umema, hence Naina.
Meymu is what SE calls me.
Sparkle Chotu is what my teacher used to call me.
Oumyemah is what our arab relatives and friends call me.
Umemi, Umemzi, Umemoo and Umemzoo is what Ayesma calls me :D
Dimple Dee was the name given to me by my school friends, when I really had those dimples.
Harris calls me Dee dee? As in Dexter's sis.
Yaya is what Aashoo calls me.
Meyma Pupoo is what Abeer calls me.
Mame is what my Dada used to call me.
OLPM is what SD calls me.
He also calls me Imtiaz! Lol, yes! This name has a whole story behind it :D
And he also called me Dark Chocolate because I'm tanner than him but more sweet :D
He also calls me the T word, and the K word :( Both the words are related to one of the above names. :( And these are one of those extra-teasing names Ive got.
Jamaimah is what my bro and a few friends used to call me. It rhymes with Umaima probably :$
Mishi used to call me M&M and Eminem. She said your name sounds so.
Dinky Mind is part of my definition.
Umemalicious is what I call myself :D

The worst name given to me is by my big bro, and no, I'm not going to write it here. It starts with B :P

How many names do you have?

On Ayesma's farmaish, I'm tagging
Asma
Absar
Saadat
Lubz
UTP

Enjoy =)

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Momma's birthday is just 6 days away, and I need to buy her a gift. Dinky Mind can't come up with any good idea :( Please help her out.

And pray she gets time to make a card ( on this weekend) and bake a cake on her birthday (I'm planning on going home early on Thursday) . Prayers needed.

Cheerio folks =)

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Just 8 days!!! Check yours now :P

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I hope it rains the whole day today! I feel so dead fresh when it rains! :D [Means I feel fresh and not dead!] :P [And I feel out of my mind too] :D [So I just can't stop acting like a crazy woman] :) [I mean like a crazy girl] :$

Awwight folks

Taz! [Not that cartoon character Taz, but for me, Taz is short for Tata] :D

[See, I'm going nuts again!!!!]

Bubye!!!

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There was too much traffic on the road today. Cars were moving at snail's speed. I was enjoying the cool cloudy weather, so the jam didn't bother me much. I was near Rejent Plaza that I noticed something in the greenbelt. A 10-12 year old kid having a deep sleep on the damp green grass. It really brought tears to my eyes. The thought that what circumstances led him to sleep in the middle of the noisy, polluted road really gave me goose bumps.

I once read somewhere, "You learn something new everyday, if you pay attention". We sleep on cozy, comfortable beds, in air-conditioned rooms. We wrap ourselves in quilts, and we sleep on soft pillows. Talking about myself, I really can't sleep on some other pillow, and can't even think of sleeping on the (carpeted) floor. I'm a grown up, I know I should have the strength to sleep on carpets, if ever required. As compared to that boy, I don't have that tender skin that really requires comfortable, soft bed. And still I'm so unthankful for all that I have. We need to learn from such people. We need to be patient and thankful.

When I moved little farther, this thought striked my mind suddenly. Was he even alive? And I could harldy concentrate on my driving after that. Who could sleep in such noise?

Please Allah, forgive us for our sins and our unthankfulness. We surely are among the blessed people, but do we really thank You for all the happiness and ease around us? Please give us the ability and strength to help those in need and make us your favored people. Ameen.

This reminds me of "Your Handicap and Our Handicap."

I run for miles at a stretch, without once realising what an ordeal it is for you to walk one step. I talk of the red and the blue sky and the silver moon, without thinking of you, who can only see black. To whom his own appearance is a mystery; for whom there is an envelope of darkness and no morning. And when I break my glasses, I complain.

My day begins with words and ends with words. I hear, I speak. I express feelings of love, hatred, of hurt. I compliment, I reprimand, I spend hours glued to the television and the telephone. I sing my favourite song and hum my favourite tune. You do not cross my mind. You, who have no communication with the rest of the world. And when I am asked to lower my voice, I complain.

In the remaining time (i.e. the time when I am not doing any of the above), I think. I think before I speak, after I speak, while I speak. I think when I write, when I observe, when I sleep. I think of the past, and often relieve it. I think of the future, and try to plan it. I form opinions. I calculate, I learn, I reason, I remember. I think of everything, but you. You, who are unable to perform any of these tasks. You, who are locked up in a prison and are unable to live your own life. Unable to understand who you are and why you have been brought into this world. And when I can’t recall what I wrote to my friend’s birthday, I complain.

Today, all of a sudden, I am beginning to think of you. All of you. Trying hard to imagine what your life is like. And wondering why I haven’t done anything to help you. Why we don’t provide you shelter that you need. Why sometimes your family fails to give you the love that you need and leaves you to struggle alone. I wonder why the institutions are so scanty and the benefits so meagre. Why not our government allocates more funds for proving your quality of life.

Why we cannot have books in Braille and speech therapy and the countless facilities provided in the West. Why we continue to be oblivious of your existence, and ignorant of your problems.

You have taught us more than our best teachers. It is through you that we have learnt to survive. To conquer our fears and make our weakness our strength. You have taught us to be confident, yet sensitive – brave, yet accepting – for you are all these qualities personified. Those among you who are mentally incapacitated have taught us the lesson of virtue and innocence. You who are unaware of Satan who abides within us. You have taught us, above all, to persevere. And, not to complain. History has witnessed people with handicaps climbing mountains of success. Anna Sewell wrote ‘Black Beauty’ without ever having ridden a horse owing to physical handicap. Milton wrote unmatched ‘Paradise Lost’ when he was blind. Beethoven played his classical symphonies before awe-stricken audiences, when he couldn’t hear. If these legends can do it, you can.

You think you are handicapped? Ain’t I? Aren’t we all? There is always something that we lack. Be it beauty, intelligence, money, or character. We say we have eyes, but do we really see the heaps of garbage around us, the filth, desperately needs to be cleared? We say we can understand. But is there anything in this world, in this life, that we understand fully? We say we can speak. But do we call idle gossip we indulge in, speech? Do we speak the truth and fight the injustice that exonerates the guilty, and persecutes the innocent? We have deliberately chosen not to use any of the facilities provided to us and this, my friend is OUR handicap.

Why can't we really do something to help such people? And I'm not talking about those beggars who belong to proper organizations. I'm talking about the real deserving people. We really need to do something before all this becomes very common.

Cheerio folks.

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Some of life's unanswered questions!

1.If all the nations in the world are in debt(am not joking, even US has got debts), where did all the money go?
2.When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it?
3.What is the speed of darkness?
4.If the "black box" flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn't the whole airplane made out of that stuff?
5.Who copyrighted the copyright symbol?
6.Can you cry under water?
7.Why do people say, "you've been working like a dog" when dogs just sit around all day?
8.Why are the numbers on a calculator and a phone reversed?
9.Do fish ever get thirsty?
10.Can you get cornered in a round room?
12.Why do birds not fall out of trees when they sleep?
13.What came first, the fruit or the color orange?
14.If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?
15.What should one call a male ladybird?
16.If a person suffered from amnesia and then was cured would they remember that they forgot?
17.Can you blow a balloon up under water?
18.Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?
19.If you were traveling at the speed of sound and you turned on your radio would you be ! able to hear it?
20.If you're traveling at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on, what happens?
21.Why is it called a TV set when theres only one?
22.If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all the way down to the core of the earth
23.Why do most cars have speedometers that go up to at least 130 when you legally can't go that fast on any road?
24. If drink & drive is not allowed why the hell they have parking in Bars ?
25. Do stairs go up or down?
26. Do coffins have lifetime guarantee?
27. Why is it necessary to nail down a coffin?
28. Are children who act in 'R' rated movies allowed to see them?
29. When French people swear, do they say pardon my English?
30. Isn't Disney World just a people trap opearted by a mouse?
31. Why don't the hair on your arms get split ends?
32. Wouldn't it be smart to make the sticky stuff on envelopes taste like chocolate?
33. If a fork was made of gold, would it still be considered silverware?
34. Why is a square meal served on a round plate?
35. Why is a boxing ring square?
36. Why do all superheroes wear spandex?
37. Why are Pringles curved?
38. Why aren't safety pins as safe as they say they are?
39. Do movie producers still say lights, camera and action when it is a dark scene?
40. Did Noah have woodpeckers on the ark?
41. If he did, where did he keep them?
42. Why is Charlie short for Charles if they are both the same number of letters?
43. If you don't pay your exorcist, do you get repossessed?
44. If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches?
45. How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?
46. Why is it when we duck, they call us chicken?
47. What do vegetarians feed their dogs?
48. Can a person choke and die on a lifesaver?
49. If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?
50. Is there anything easier done than said?
51. Why don't ducks duck when you shoot at them?
52. What are those little things on the end of your shoelaces called?
53. If they develop a supersonic train, will they give it a whistle?
54. Is bad a bad word?
55. Did Noah keep his bees in archives?
56. Can dogs have dog days?
57. Why are things typed up but written down?
58. Why do flammable and inflammable mean the same thing?
59. Why isn't there mouse-flavoured cat food?
60. Why are washing liquids made of real lemons, but lemonades made of artifical flavours?
61. Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
62. What is the another word for "thesaurus"?
63. Why is the word 'dictionary' in the dictionary?
64. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
65. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
66. Why do the ABC song, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Baa Baa Black Sheep all have the same tune?
67. Why is Happy Birthday To You the most famous song of the world?
68. Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?
69.Why do you get on a bus and a train but get into a car?
70. Is a hot car cool or is a cool car hot?
71. Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Cheerio folks =)

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