Hay udaas buhat yay raatain
chupee hain in bay-sudh sansoon main
kayee jaan ba'lub muskurahatain
jo kisi kay anay kee muntazir hain
hain jin kee umeed say bundhee
mayri sub natawaan umeedain
kay kisi din , kisi lamhay
jub koi dastkay day ga mayray dur pe
kaisay uthain gee bay'taab nigahain
uss chara'gar kee taraf
kay jis kay anay say khil uthain gee
mayray chaman kee sub kaliyaan
kahain gay jis ko dekh kay , sub laala-o-gul
'ab aa he gaye ho , to chalay ao hum-dum
buhat musafatain kaateen hain tum nay
buhat mudataain guzaaree hain hum nay
ao , yaaraan-e-chaman kay pass bhee
jo tuktay hain tumhain , baytab nigahon say
kehtay hain sub , iss gulshan kay rehnay walay
ae umeed-e-subah, ae umeed-e-bahaar
gurchay, kiya hum nay buhat tumhara intezaar
per nahi hay, koi shikwa hamain ab koi
guzar gaye hain ab sub zard lamhay
nahi aye gee ab yahan khizaan koi'
dhoondta hoon tumhain main aye dil-afroz
kay bujh raha hay mayra dil-e-pur'soz
per hay abhi bhee , kuch ajab see umeed
kay milay gee humain bhee koi naveed
dekhain hay hum nay ...
badaltay huay wekt kay dhaaray
aaj nahi jo hum say mukhatib ...
to kul hoon gay hamaray
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Shall We Not?
Are we not same , my devil!
fighting our ways through
fresh and polluted streams
of time and emotions
waging our wars on those
who dont accept us
who dont reject us, either
shall we not then shake hands?
eliminating our distrust
replacing it with some enemy
whose strings are attached to
his own self-confessed knowledge
whose dreams are hung by
his own self-constructed delusions
After all ...
neither you hold all the knowledge
nor do i...
fighting our ways through
fresh and polluted streams
of time and emotions
waging our wars on those
who dont accept us
who dont reject us, either
shall we not then shake hands?
eliminating our distrust
replacing it with some enemy
whose strings are attached to
his own self-confessed knowledge
whose dreams are hung by
his own self-constructed delusions
After all ...
neither you hold all the knowledge
nor do i...
Monday, January 7, 2008
Autumn.
in myself , i find self again
such is the vast land of existence
i stumble, i fall, as i run around
always realizing, i am earth bound
in the shadows of falling leaves
i make meadows of ever growing trees
as rain falls down on my face
i look endlessly to expanding skies
waiting for my smiles and sighs
looking for hellos...
...smiling at goodbyes
such is the vast land of existence
i stumble, i fall, as i run around
always realizing, i am earth bound
in the shadows of falling leaves
i make meadows of ever growing trees
as rain falls down on my face
i look endlessly to expanding skies
waiting for my smiles and sighs
looking for hellos...
...smiling at goodbyes
Monday, December 31, 2007
A Nation in Mourning - Waiting for Morning.
*bang* - *bang* - *bang* - *bang*
*blast*
thats all it takes to bring down 160 Million people to their knees , or lets say temporarily. Some say its a sad sad day , some say it was inevitable. Regardless of the fact which camp i belong to reality remains the same. Crux of this whole issue doesnt lie anywhere but a disease which i have been talking consistently about.
'Our love for heroes'.
Its again this syndrome that has plagued this nation. Whoever masterminded this thing , just knew what he was going to achieve. Remember 9/11? Whoever was behind it did it just not to blow away some building , it was a symbolic disaster. Shock & Awe - what americans used in Iraq war as a strategy , they had gone through it already. Same thing has happened on this Thursday. It was mind blowingly thoroughly 'Professional' act of terrorism. You had to be on the street to know how much fear was around. I was walking around on the streets of lahore , 6:30 PM - its a time in this city where life is just beginning to find its place on roads. And i could see shutters going down already. Shutters going down in Lahore? This doesnt happen even at 3:00 AM in this city. This is a city which never sleeps.If a city has cafes which have 'all night long' policy , how can life desert its roads? - So i went inside one such cafe and the moments later even it was shutting down , waiting for angry mobs. I was among 4 customers. I could see terror on their faces and why not? You dont associate such moments to Lahore. I stayed there for 30 minutes , and in those 30 minutes i saw the rumor 'Mobs are coming - shut down the lights , doors and shutters' entering and leaving the cafe. It was so terrifying - that i laughed. Such is the state of our nation , we are built on fear. Oh, you must watch 'Bowling in Columbine' to know why is it so. I would just keep having scenes from this documentary and it mapped so perfectly well to the situation.
I moved out of cafe , it was becoming too stupid for me. Out on the road , i decided to walk. Why fear? THey are my country men. If they choose to kill me , thats their choice. Why should i tell them that i am even afraid of them? So i walked , walked for 40 odd minutes. With everyone coming from all directions stating something or the other. Street lights were turned off , roads had no cars , no transport. A city succumbed to the fear of unknown. I could hardly see my city in this shape. How come humans just become so fearful of their own specie? Own race? Own religion? Own creed? - So is the reality. Fear makes people forget who they are.where they come from.where they belong to.
Very night , i got calls from many people about Lahore's situation. I will depart from Lahore now, and try to see what has happened in this country , to this country.
We are a nation obsessed with individuals. You remove that person from the picture and it looks as if whole nation is going to come to an end. Benazir is just not an exception. This country has never been on the path to democracy as such. If people think , bringing in Benazir would’ve solved the issue , I am always going to disagree. Our political parties are autocratic by nature. Answer me , if you can ever imagine PML without Nawaz Sharif or PPP without Benazir. Its just because there are no elections within these parties. These are the people who are going to remain at the helm , unless they die one way or the other. So it makes considerable sense to remove the person , who becomes the nexus. What if they remove Musharraf? I am sure there will be even more chaos. Its more due to the stupidity of Musharraf than anything else. Once you hold onto an office for too long , everything starts moving in and out of your corridors. But when you are no more there , no one knows who is going to take control.
They say, In every disaster there is an opportunity. So is true for this time.
Our politicians should realize they have to die one day , and it makes perfect sense if they adopt democratic policies in their own parties. You keep a revolving door at the top. Just like democrats and republicans do. If you make it a personal politics , then you will keep facing this situation again and again.
Our military should just take a hint. They have tried their best to run this country through their ideas but how many times more they want to reach a similar situation? Gen. Ayub tried to run his own way of politics , failed. Similar fates are shared by Gen. Zia & Gen. Musharraf. I think they should accept that enough is enough – already.
Our intellectual class should just come out and talk. Talk about where to go , what to do. They go into hiding every time something happens which requires their input. If you will let masses play it out , then you are already seeing how they react. You can speak up – and you should.
Our nation should just accept that one person , one party or one group doesn’t constitute Pakistan. They don’t hold the fate of 160 Million people. They shouldn’t. Did anything happen when Jinnah died? Did any disaster happen when Liaqut Ali Khan was killed? Did we break up after the hanging of Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto? Why should this be any different moment?We should always remember that we are as much responsible for the progress and prosperity of this nation as anyone else. Why being so pessimistic and turn this feeling into a stupid frenzy of burning things down and creating a havoc. Whose loss are we doing anyways? Its ours. Its not that difficult a reality to accept and understand – or are we too dumb?
Lastly my friends – its been a difficult year for this country by any stretch of imagination.
Things have happened badly, disasters have struck. But shall we remember , as a nation we have always come out. This time it should be the same. We have lost a leader – but rest assured in the process of grieving and mourning we don’t lose out on many more. Hope is the only thing which stops humans from turning into animals. Lets hope , that through these dark moments only days of glory will rise. Let’s keep working towards a better tomorrow, for only we hold our destiny.
*bang* - *bang* - *bang* - *bang*
*blast*
This is what it should take to bring us back. Together!
*blast*
thats all it takes to bring down 160 Million people to their knees , or lets say temporarily. Some say its a sad sad day , some say it was inevitable. Regardless of the fact which camp i belong to reality remains the same. Crux of this whole issue doesnt lie anywhere but a disease which i have been talking consistently about.
'Our love for heroes'.
Its again this syndrome that has plagued this nation. Whoever masterminded this thing , just knew what he was going to achieve. Remember 9/11? Whoever was behind it did it just not to blow away some building , it was a symbolic disaster. Shock & Awe - what americans used in Iraq war as a strategy , they had gone through it already. Same thing has happened on this Thursday. It was mind blowingly thoroughly 'Professional' act of terrorism. You had to be on the street to know how much fear was around. I was walking around on the streets of lahore , 6:30 PM - its a time in this city where life is just beginning to find its place on roads. And i could see shutters going down already. Shutters going down in Lahore? This doesnt happen even at 3:00 AM in this city. This is a city which never sleeps.If a city has cafes which have 'all night long' policy , how can life desert its roads? - So i went inside one such cafe and the moments later even it was shutting down , waiting for angry mobs. I was among 4 customers. I could see terror on their faces and why not? You dont associate such moments to Lahore. I stayed there for 30 minutes , and in those 30 minutes i saw the rumor 'Mobs are coming - shut down the lights , doors and shutters' entering and leaving the cafe. It was so terrifying - that i laughed. Such is the state of our nation , we are built on fear. Oh, you must watch 'Bowling in Columbine' to know why is it so. I would just keep having scenes from this documentary and it mapped so perfectly well to the situation.
I moved out of cafe , it was becoming too stupid for me. Out on the road , i decided to walk. Why fear? THey are my country men. If they choose to kill me , thats their choice. Why should i tell them that i am even afraid of them? So i walked , walked for 40 odd minutes. With everyone coming from all directions stating something or the other. Street lights were turned off , roads had no cars , no transport. A city succumbed to the fear of unknown. I could hardly see my city in this shape. How come humans just become so fearful of their own specie? Own race? Own religion? Own creed? - So is the reality. Fear makes people forget who they are.where they come from.where they belong to.
Very night , i got calls from many people about Lahore's situation. I will depart from Lahore now, and try to see what has happened in this country , to this country.
We are a nation obsessed with individuals. You remove that person from the picture and it looks as if whole nation is going to come to an end. Benazir is just not an exception. This country has never been on the path to democracy as such. If people think , bringing in Benazir would’ve solved the issue , I am always going to disagree. Our political parties are autocratic by nature. Answer me , if you can ever imagine PML without Nawaz Sharif or PPP without Benazir. Its just because there are no elections within these parties. These are the people who are going to remain at the helm , unless they die one way or the other. So it makes considerable sense to remove the person , who becomes the nexus. What if they remove Musharraf? I am sure there will be even more chaos. Its more due to the stupidity of Musharraf than anything else. Once you hold onto an office for too long , everything starts moving in and out of your corridors. But when you are no more there , no one knows who is going to take control.
They say, In every disaster there is an opportunity. So is true for this time.
Our politicians should realize they have to die one day , and it makes perfect sense if they adopt democratic policies in their own parties. You keep a revolving door at the top. Just like democrats and republicans do. If you make it a personal politics , then you will keep facing this situation again and again.
Our military should just take a hint. They have tried their best to run this country through their ideas but how many times more they want to reach a similar situation? Gen. Ayub tried to run his own way of politics , failed. Similar fates are shared by Gen. Zia & Gen. Musharraf. I think they should accept that enough is enough – already.
Our intellectual class should just come out and talk. Talk about where to go , what to do. They go into hiding every time something happens which requires their input. If you will let masses play it out , then you are already seeing how they react. You can speak up – and you should.
Our nation should just accept that one person , one party or one group doesn’t constitute Pakistan. They don’t hold the fate of 160 Million people. They shouldn’t. Did anything happen when Jinnah died? Did any disaster happen when Liaqut Ali Khan was killed? Did we break up after the hanging of Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto? Why should this be any different moment?We should always remember that we are as much responsible for the progress and prosperity of this nation as anyone else. Why being so pessimistic and turn this feeling into a stupid frenzy of burning things down and creating a havoc. Whose loss are we doing anyways? Its ours. Its not that difficult a reality to accept and understand – or are we too dumb?
Lastly my friends – its been a difficult year for this country by any stretch of imagination.
Things have happened badly, disasters have struck. But shall we remember , as a nation we have always come out. This time it should be the same. We have lost a leader – but rest assured in the process of grieving and mourning we don’t lose out on many more. Hope is the only thing which stops humans from turning into animals. Lets hope , that through these dark moments only days of glory will rise. Let’s keep working towards a better tomorrow, for only we hold our destiny.
*bang* - *bang* - *bang* - *bang*
*blast*
This is what it should take to bring us back. Together!
An Ode To Mother.
Read me the book once more
when there are no fairies anymore
lying beside you , in the winter nites
when the warmth of your hug
will enter in me and make me smug
while taking small steps in the garden
you will run to catch, as if i sprint
such are the memories etched in me
when you were the life in me
all your yelling , which once brought
tears , now bring a smile to me
so are you still around in the eden?
are you still in me,apparent and hidden?
my mind goes back to your laughter
kissing and telling me how much i matter
what shall be the life again , my only friend?
what shall be the heart again, my surreal love?
in your falling tears i found my discomfort
in you i found my soul's sole comfort
come home soon , my only shelter
your life is alone , dont let it stagger
when there are no fairies anymore
lying beside you , in the winter nites
when the warmth of your hug
will enter in me and make me smug
while taking small steps in the garden
you will run to catch, as if i sprint
such are the memories etched in me
when you were the life in me
all your yelling , which once brought
tears , now bring a smile to me
so are you still around in the eden?
are you still in me,apparent and hidden?
my mind goes back to your laughter
kissing and telling me how much i matter
what shall be the life again , my only friend?
what shall be the heart again, my surreal love?
in your falling tears i found my discomfort
in you i found my soul's sole comfort
come home soon , my only shelter
your life is alone , dont let it stagger
Phir wohi...
phir wohi baad-e-khizaan kay charchay
unhi payron pe phir say khushk zard pattay
kaisay hain iss gulshan kay rehnay walay
jo nahi samajhtay, tareek-o-rasm-e-ishq
kehtee hay faseel-e-shehr, aseeran-e-watan say
kahan jao gay mayray abaad kaaro?
mujh main he panah-e-dushman patay
phir mujh ko he ho raund daaltay?
nahi hay bahaar un kee
nahi hay khizaan un kee
nahi hay chaman un ka
nahi hay koi rung un ka
kay jis shehar kay baasion ka
na ho josh-e-kayamat apna
na ho jazba-e-zameer apna
phir wohi daykhta hoon aaj main
phir wohi ghabra kay sochta hoon main
'giree hay jis pe kul bijlee ,
woh mayra ashyaan kyun ho?'
unhi payron pe phir say khushk zard pattay
kaisay hain iss gulshan kay rehnay walay
jo nahi samajhtay, tareek-o-rasm-e-ishq
kehtee hay faseel-e-shehr, aseeran-e-watan say
kahan jao gay mayray abaad kaaro?
mujh main he panah-e-dushman patay
phir mujh ko he ho raund daaltay?
nahi hay bahaar un kee
nahi hay khizaan un kee
nahi hay chaman un ka
nahi hay koi rung un ka
kay jis shehar kay baasion ka
na ho josh-e-kayamat apna
na ho jazba-e-zameer apna
phir wohi daykhta hoon aaj main
phir wohi ghabra kay sochta hoon main
'giree hay jis pe kul bijlee ,
woh mayra ashyaan kyun ho?'
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Scattered Thoughts.
- Iqbal said , in his book Stray Reflections ,
' For centuries eastern heart and intellect have been absorbed in the question - Does God Exist?. I propose to raise a new question - new that is to say , for the East - Does man exist?
'I question the very idea to take it forward , Existence as compared to what? fellow humans? Animals? Plants? - or even non-existence?
- Muslims have become a creed of blind followers. We follow leaders , without questioning their ability to lead us. Its as true for a political movement as it is true for religious ideals. We dont question the authority. What is it that differentiates Quran? Its ability to stand the force of questioning. Its invitation to question. How wonderfully it asks humans to come up with a rational opposition to its theories. Thats the power of truth. But what are we now? We dont question because of fear. We are more willing to burn effigies than to actually dig out the real issue. Such a waste of intellect , time and feelings.
- God & Perfection are similar ideas. We do want to be perfect , but then how do we define 'perfection'? If we can define , then i believe we are in a better position to understand what we want to be. Similar to the concept of God. We do want to follow God, but can we define? I believe once we can define either concept , other will complete the picture. Then may be all struggles will come to an end
- One single pillar which constituted Islamic social system was Justice. Irony is now we want everything but justice. Justice which differentiates right from wrong irrespective of who is at the receiving end.
- More i help others , more helpless i feel. Its just too much of a mess out there. Shall i give up? - No seems to be the answer. Because , i can just start that one spark which can burn down this whole jungle of mediocre mentality , unjust theories , illogical rationalities , pseudo-intellectual religious transformations.
- I love you , but is this enough?
' For centuries eastern heart and intellect have been absorbed in the question - Does God Exist?. I propose to raise a new question - new that is to say , for the East - Does man exist?
'I question the very idea to take it forward , Existence as compared to what? fellow humans? Animals? Plants? - or even non-existence?
- Muslims have become a creed of blind followers. We follow leaders , without questioning their ability to lead us. Its as true for a political movement as it is true for religious ideals. We dont question the authority. What is it that differentiates Quran? Its ability to stand the force of questioning. Its invitation to question. How wonderfully it asks humans to come up with a rational opposition to its theories. Thats the power of truth. But what are we now? We dont question because of fear. We are more willing to burn effigies than to actually dig out the real issue. Such a waste of intellect , time and feelings.
- God & Perfection are similar ideas. We do want to be perfect , but then how do we define 'perfection'? If we can define , then i believe we are in a better position to understand what we want to be. Similar to the concept of God. We do want to follow God, but can we define? I believe once we can define either concept , other will complete the picture. Then may be all struggles will come to an end
- One single pillar which constituted Islamic social system was Justice. Irony is now we want everything but justice. Justice which differentiates right from wrong irrespective of who is at the receiving end.
- More i help others , more helpless i feel. Its just too much of a mess out there. Shall i give up? - No seems to be the answer. Because , i can just start that one spark which can burn down this whole jungle of mediocre mentality , unjust theories , illogical rationalities , pseudo-intellectual religious transformations.
- I love you , but is this enough?
Happy New Year - Happy New Life
'How beautiful were those moments when i used to run around with my sibling, through trees...running after butterflies....trying to catch them...ahhh'...visions run across my mind like a wild fire...which no matter how much you try , just doesnt stop...'i used to scold her for her little mistakes..she used to scold me for being not a nice student in a 'student teacher game'...' memories , sometime they are more of a blessing than a curse...' me and my young sister...growing up in a small town....we moving to a metropolitan and me constantly bugging her on our way that ...'oh you know, we will be so great there...we will just get whatever we want'... we both grew up like ordinary kids.The only extra-ordinary thing were the circumstances surrounding us. Slowly everything was finding different ways. We got into different schools , different colleges... and yes different professions. The fabric of life is just brilliant. It expands in all directions yet doesnt break. Then those moments struck me which i enjoyed with my folks...such times just dont leave your head.Their annoyance at my absurdly stubborn attitude. Their love for my strong will power. Their pride on me being 'atleast' honest to them always.Us sitting in the sunshine and having long discussions about family , politics , sports - talk about anything but how it will not be around when anyone of us wont be. Me constantly reminding my mom , ' The day you dont scold me , i dont feel as if day has even started'. Thoughts after thoughts , like a train which passes you by no matter how much you try to ignore it. But which also makes you feel its presence. My constant pampering by my grand parents , uncles , aunts. When you are young , life looks so easy. World looks so simple. Everything looks honestly innocent. Till you realize later that it was the innocence in your existence more than anything else.
I kept falling , but with each passing moment i will remember one event or the other.
Remember my friends... for all the good and bad reason. How some will desert , some will uphold the flag of friendship. Vividly , i will know about the moments which took me to the depths of pessimism , distrust and painful acceptance of human selfishness. My consistent questionining , shall i follow the road ? But every time i will get hurt - i will realize one thing only. I shall be honest to myself atleast. And this one judgment will never let me change my course.' You can break me down , You can kill me - You cant fight my will'. This is what i will teach myself everyday. Lesson which life taught me.
As i was falling down , i will look at stars in the sky. Such majestic divinity existed around me and i never realized. Azure was illuminated unusally tonite. I would find them so well organized that i even managed to smile. But the fight between innerworld and outerworld is always a trivial one. With thougths going to how i found my closest people to be my greatest enemy as well. You save them from the moments , when even god mite not. But then they hit back at you the way , even devil mite not. You keep fighting and fighting for them beieving they will someday realize you. How often i have come to the understanding that its one thing people realizing they are making a mistake , its totally another for them to accept that they did make one.
I hit the road finally. My head banged first and then my back will kiss the ground , followed by my broken legs. Car , which had struck, managed to evade me and hit a pole on the road side. I could see people rushing towards me but for the first time i felt i had known what death is. I smiled at the them. Frenzy are humans , in a crowd even. They surrounded me talking about how to help me. I only managed a smile. In the last moments everything seems to slow down. You feel life as if it has come to a halt , but thats only true for you only. You want to believe that you lived a good enough life. As people were gathering to collect me , I made a last move when i heard someone saying ,
'poor guy must be going home to enjoy the start of a happy new year....'
and i replied,
'poor guy is going home...but to enjoy the start of a happy new life...'
I closed my eyes , never to know what happened next. who burried me where , with whom. On my grave , they placed a stone which had nothing written on it , probably there was no need either.
I kept falling , but with each passing moment i will remember one event or the other.
Remember my friends... for all the good and bad reason. How some will desert , some will uphold the flag of friendship. Vividly , i will know about the moments which took me to the depths of pessimism , distrust and painful acceptance of human selfishness. My consistent questionining , shall i follow the road ? But every time i will get hurt - i will realize one thing only. I shall be honest to myself atleast. And this one judgment will never let me change my course.' You can break me down , You can kill me - You cant fight my will'. This is what i will teach myself everyday. Lesson which life taught me.
As i was falling down , i will look at stars in the sky. Such majestic divinity existed around me and i never realized. Azure was illuminated unusally tonite. I would find them so well organized that i even managed to smile. But the fight between innerworld and outerworld is always a trivial one. With thougths going to how i found my closest people to be my greatest enemy as well. You save them from the moments , when even god mite not. But then they hit back at you the way , even devil mite not. You keep fighting and fighting for them beieving they will someday realize you. How often i have come to the understanding that its one thing people realizing they are making a mistake , its totally another for them to accept that they did make one.
I hit the road finally. My head banged first and then my back will kiss the ground , followed by my broken legs. Car , which had struck, managed to evade me and hit a pole on the road side. I could see people rushing towards me but for the first time i felt i had known what death is. I smiled at the them. Frenzy are humans , in a crowd even. They surrounded me talking about how to help me. I only managed a smile. In the last moments everything seems to slow down. You feel life as if it has come to a halt , but thats only true for you only. You want to believe that you lived a good enough life. As people were gathering to collect me , I made a last move when i heard someone saying ,
'poor guy must be going home to enjoy the start of a happy new year....'
and i replied,
'poor guy is going home...but to enjoy the start of a happy new life...'
I closed my eyes , never to know what happened next. who burried me where , with whom. On my grave , they placed a stone which had nothing written on it , probably there was no need either.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
[A]part
As he laid his friend to rest , priests started praying. People started pouring dust on the grave. Slowly people leave , one by one. Talking , whispering – and wondering. As they all left, he will take steps slowly, hoping the journey beyond the gates of graveyard just never starts.
Looking at the faces of those around him he will think many things. Too many questions will illuminate his mind – with no answers insight. Why they conspired to end this poor soul’s life? Why they never tried to know what that little smile wanted? Why they couldn’t let go their own egos? Is it too much to ask from any human to put a smile anyone else? He kept walking with these thoughts in his head till he came across an old man. With curls in his hair , a stick in his hand , the white bearded poor man will just keep walking ignoring the crowd.
‘He mite have an answer’ – he wondered. Walking up to him , he will try to shrug off the idea of letting someone else enter his mind. But, loneliness in a crowd and the pain which it delivers , had the final say.
‘Sir!’, he asked , ‘ can you answer me some questions?’
‘Son , I don’t have any answers. I am finding ones for myself. What can an ignorant person like me enlighten you about?’
‘Tell me, what is love?’ – asked the young man.
‘ Son!’ , replied the old fellow , ‘ Love is when you know , that you don’t know anything. Love is when you wish for , what you will not wish for otherwise. Love is when you go extra mile without tiring at all. Love is when you take a deep dive into yourself while others around you only want to stop you. Love is when you give – and just give.’
Sighed the young man.
‘Tell me sir , I am hungry for love. My soul needs to be nurtured. My heart needs to be fixed. My brain needs to be repaired. Love has deluded me sir. Where shall I find it? Decades have passed now. It has become a holy grail now.’
The old man retorted.
‘ You look for love where? What do you think love is? You think love should heal you? – do you even know what love is?. Let me tell you son. We live in a world of madness. We live because we are asked to live , because we are not given a choice. Now you don’t find love out there , you find it in you. Once you find it in you , you look for a human to cross match. Humans come in all shapes and sizes. Its not an easy journey my friend. It will not be a smooth sailing. But when you find someone whom you think is worth your love. Dump all your love in their hearts. They will take it , but slowly. Love demands patience. Love demands perseverance. Love demands sacrifice. Love demands selflessness. This is what love is. This is what you should yearn for’.
‘You know who is there in that grave?” – pointed the young man to the grave.‘I dumped my love there. In this cemetery of hopes, I have dug another grave. Another grave, that will remind me that I need love. And these people you watched walking slowly , they are the ones who conspired against it.’
Old man holds his hand and takes him to the grave. Takes shovel and starts digging the grave.
‘Why are you doing this? Let it stay inside’ – he yelled.
Without paying attention to the young man , he kept digging. Till he came across a body , which seemed familiar to him.
‘This is your twin brother?’ – asked the old man astonishingly.
‘No’ , replied the young man , ‘ This is my other half. A half, which wanted to live a secluded life. I buried him , because this is what was right for him.’
‘Do you see this grave?’ – the old man showed him the grave right along side young man’s grave.
‘ this is my other half. We all live like this’ , wondered the old man, ‘ Killing our selves. Rejecting ourselves ideas which can lead us to different plateaus. We all suffer at the hands of our fears. Letting them be our guides. We suffer and suffer till we just become cynical of life , love and relationships. I have suffered the same way but I must tell you. Keep your other half alive. You just never know when you get what you keep looking for throughout your life. You just never know in what shape or form you get it. Stick to what you believe in son , take this better half out and keep it with you. Predators only are predators because they are persistent and they are patient. Be one , before you become a prey.’
While the old man sits beside his gave , the young man takes his buried half out and starts walking away.
Old man looks back and says ,
‘Remember my stranger, never quit on any idea. No matter how difficult or impossible it is. Be like a stream of water, which when flows knows no boundaries. Which when is blocked , finds other routes. This is what love is. Finding and making your own way. Good luck & Good bye.’
Looking at the faces of those around him he will think many things. Too many questions will illuminate his mind – with no answers insight. Why they conspired to end this poor soul’s life? Why they never tried to know what that little smile wanted? Why they couldn’t let go their own egos? Is it too much to ask from any human to put a smile anyone else? He kept walking with these thoughts in his head till he came across an old man. With curls in his hair , a stick in his hand , the white bearded poor man will just keep walking ignoring the crowd.
‘He mite have an answer’ – he wondered. Walking up to him , he will try to shrug off the idea of letting someone else enter his mind. But, loneliness in a crowd and the pain which it delivers , had the final say.
‘Sir!’, he asked , ‘ can you answer me some questions?’
‘Son , I don’t have any answers. I am finding ones for myself. What can an ignorant person like me enlighten you about?’
‘Tell me, what is love?’ – asked the young man.
‘ Son!’ , replied the old fellow , ‘ Love is when you know , that you don’t know anything. Love is when you wish for , what you will not wish for otherwise. Love is when you go extra mile without tiring at all. Love is when you take a deep dive into yourself while others around you only want to stop you. Love is when you give – and just give.’
Sighed the young man.
‘Tell me sir , I am hungry for love. My soul needs to be nurtured. My heart needs to be fixed. My brain needs to be repaired. Love has deluded me sir. Where shall I find it? Decades have passed now. It has become a holy grail now.’
The old man retorted.
‘ You look for love where? What do you think love is? You think love should heal you? – do you even know what love is?. Let me tell you son. We live in a world of madness. We live because we are asked to live , because we are not given a choice. Now you don’t find love out there , you find it in you. Once you find it in you , you look for a human to cross match. Humans come in all shapes and sizes. Its not an easy journey my friend. It will not be a smooth sailing. But when you find someone whom you think is worth your love. Dump all your love in their hearts. They will take it , but slowly. Love demands patience. Love demands perseverance. Love demands sacrifice. Love demands selflessness. This is what love is. This is what you should yearn for’.
‘You know who is there in that grave?” – pointed the young man to the grave.‘I dumped my love there. In this cemetery of hopes, I have dug another grave. Another grave, that will remind me that I need love. And these people you watched walking slowly , they are the ones who conspired against it.’
Old man holds his hand and takes him to the grave. Takes shovel and starts digging the grave.
‘Why are you doing this? Let it stay inside’ – he yelled.
Without paying attention to the young man , he kept digging. Till he came across a body , which seemed familiar to him.
‘This is your twin brother?’ – asked the old man astonishingly.
‘No’ , replied the young man , ‘ This is my other half. A half, which wanted to live a secluded life. I buried him , because this is what was right for him.’
‘Do you see this grave?’ – the old man showed him the grave right along side young man’s grave.
‘ this is my other half. We all live like this’ , wondered the old man, ‘ Killing our selves. Rejecting ourselves ideas which can lead us to different plateaus. We all suffer at the hands of our fears. Letting them be our guides. We suffer and suffer till we just become cynical of life , love and relationships. I have suffered the same way but I must tell you. Keep your other half alive. You just never know when you get what you keep looking for throughout your life. You just never know in what shape or form you get it. Stick to what you believe in son , take this better half out and keep it with you. Predators only are predators because they are persistent and they are patient. Be one , before you become a prey.’
While the old man sits beside his gave , the young man takes his buried half out and starts walking away.
Old man looks back and says ,
‘Remember my stranger, never quit on any idea. No matter how difficult or impossible it is. Be like a stream of water, which when flows knows no boundaries. Which when is blocked , finds other routes. This is what love is. Finding and making your own way. Good luck & Good bye.’
Musalman Kay Naam
na raha tujh main jazba-e-serfaroshi
na raha tujh main sharar-e-chungezi
na raha tujh main adal-e-nabwi
na raha tujh main zor-e-hayderi
na raha tujh main iraada-e-umar
na raha tujh main sabar-e-abubakar
nahi hay mayray humdum , nahi hay ab
wohi jis pe ho chuki ab yay ummat
na ummat-e-muhammadi, na ummat-e-ibrahimi
na rahi ab justuju-e-ilm-o-adab
na rahi ab talash-e-huk-o-mazhab
na rahi ab umeed-e-junoon-e-sach
na rahi ab himmat-e-takrar-e-zehan
na rahi ab uraan-e-khayal-ta-falak
nai hay mayray humdum , nahi hay ab
wohi jis pe ho chuki hay ab yay ummat
na ummat-e-muhammadi , na ummat-e-ibrahimi
na raha tujh main sharar-e-chungezi
na raha tujh main adal-e-nabwi
na raha tujh main zor-e-hayderi
na raha tujh main iraada-e-umar
na raha tujh main sabar-e-abubakar
nahi hay mayray humdum , nahi hay ab
wohi jis pe ho chuki ab yay ummat
na ummat-e-muhammadi, na ummat-e-ibrahimi
na rahi ab justuju-e-ilm-o-adab
na rahi ab talash-e-huk-o-mazhab
na rahi ab umeed-e-junoon-e-sach
na rahi ab himmat-e-takrar-e-zehan
na rahi ab uraan-e-khayal-ta-falak
nai hay mayray humdum , nahi hay ab
wohi jis pe ho chuki hay ab yay ummat
na ummat-e-muhammadi , na ummat-e-ibrahimi
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Trust Me - Trust Yourself
No more signs of tragedy
no more lines of treachery
through these meadows
this stream of love flows
chirping birds, singing doves
fighting our own cruel fears
we avoid chasing spears
dont let time open wounds
of by gone terrible moments
now you are here...
stay with me ,
walk in the sunshine,
talk in the moon light,
and when you feel insecure
ask me ,to remove the obscure
and when tear falls down
ask me ,to secure it in my palm
listen to me , my heart felt smiles
peak to me , my one last mile
trust me , trust yourself
no more lines of treachery
through these meadows
this stream of love flows
chirping birds, singing doves
fighting our own cruel fears
we avoid chasing spears
dont let time open wounds
of by gone terrible moments
now you are here...
stay with me ,
walk in the sunshine,
talk in the moon light,
and when you feel insecure
ask me ,to remove the obscure
and when tear falls down
ask me ,to secure it in my palm
listen to me , my heart felt smiles
peak to me , my one last mile
trust me , trust yourself
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sawal-o-La'Jawab
zehreelee nagan
nachay mayray angan
tootay ga bundhan
phir say yay mun!
zindagee-e-baynaam
ko na do ilzaam
nai hay kisi ko dawaam
zalim ho ya ilzam
zulmat kada hay mayra
manzar-e-jashn-e-natamaam
tayri umeedon ka payaam
hay mayri tanhai ka mukaam
guzree mudaton ka sawal
na mayra tarz-e-bay'kamal
na tayra tarz-e-ba'kamal
raha main bun kay khud ik sawal
nachay mayray angan
tootay ga bundhan
phir say yay mun!
zindagee-e-baynaam
ko na do ilzaam
nai hay kisi ko dawaam
zalim ho ya ilzam
zulmat kada hay mayra
manzar-e-jashn-e-natamaam
tayri umeedon ka payaam
hay mayri tanhai ka mukaam
guzree mudaton ka sawal
na mayra tarz-e-bay'kamal
na tayra tarz-e-ba'kamal
raha main bun kay khud ik sawal
Mixed Platter & Food For Thought
not in a million year
i have seen such moments
of unheard serene melodies
singing beyond heartless soul
as the doors open slowly
to mystified realities, i wonder
who is letting it go easily?
who is allowing it so freely?
who is conspiring so calmly?
but finally thoughts are evoked
taking shapes of burried feelings
forming the lost forever words
bringing me all the answers
nothing is happening , verily!
i am offering you this on a platter
for no greater reason ,
for no greater wisdom,
for no greater truth,
but for this..
.i want to serve you,
in you , i find me!
this is my mixed platter
and all the food for thought!
take this , take me.
i have seen such moments
of unheard serene melodies
singing beyond heartless soul
as the doors open slowly
to mystified realities, i wonder
who is letting it go easily?
who is allowing it so freely?
who is conspiring so calmly?
but finally thoughts are evoked
taking shapes of burried feelings
forming the lost forever words
bringing me all the answers
nothing is happening , verily!
i am offering you this on a platter
for no greater reason ,
for no greater wisdom,
for no greater truth,
but for this..
.i want to serve you,
in you , i find me!
this is my mixed platter
and all the food for thought!
take this , take me.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Heroes & Our Desperate Wait.
So i see and look back at the recent chain of events. Like, Political stand offs, Imran Khan episode etc. As i said , somethings just dont change in the history of this nation. One such thing i have come across is our quest to look for a 'savior'. This theme has been recurring ever so after since independence that i am getting a fair idea of how it is only a destructive force.
As much as i am disappointed at some people of this nation , on theirlow-price-selling during Imran episode , let me be more clear and blunt. Our anticipation of him being a savior only depicts how psychologically helpless we as a nation are. When i use the word , psychologically , i want to emphasize its a mental state where we are in. We have not reached here in few weeks, its something we have been in for some years now. So much so is the situation of our static attitude that we are looking for ways to vent. Otherday people were angry at man handling of Imran Khan's sisters by police. Lets be honest to ourselves. How many women are man-handled by the very institution already? Female lawyers? human rights activists? women who are not given proper and fair justice for the crimes committed against them. I must tell my Non-Pakistani friends here , its not a new phenomenon in the world and Pakistan is no exception to this. When you evaluate current situation , you must understand the whole history involved and donot fall prey to tits-bits of information.Coming back to my point , our quest of hero has so much left us bewildered that whenever we think of a 'potential hero' and some disaster strikes him/her, our reaction is only based on emotions. I see the same happening again.Our hopes come to life with an individual , die with the very individual. Take Musharraf , Chief Jutstice and now Imran Khan. For Nth time i am convinced that we are a nation looking and hoping for some miracle. A nation which has not found any thing beyond its desperate association with its 'love' for an unknown 'hero'.
Remember my friends , its the masses that move the world. Its that average man we have to help educate and think beyond certain ideas to make him an active citizen. Once we will create such awareness , the person of highest order will only rise because then the process will be setup before his arrival. Quaid-e-Azam, Gandhi were only successful in this land because there were many many people before who had done the ground work. Without them , i am convinced , they wouldve just been ordinary citizens.
I must quote Iqbal here , when he said about our wait for Imam Mehdi,
'Dont wait for Mehdi , the source of power. Go! create him'.
So shall i tell you the same my country men. Dont wait for someone to elevate your pains. Do it for yourselves , no matter how insignificant. Its the collective impact which is that really matters.
As much as i am disappointed at some people of this nation , on theirlow-price-selling during Imran episode , let me be more clear and blunt. Our anticipation of him being a savior only depicts how psychologically helpless we as a nation are. When i use the word , psychologically , i want to emphasize its a mental state where we are in. We have not reached here in few weeks, its something we have been in for some years now. So much so is the situation of our static attitude that we are looking for ways to vent. Otherday people were angry at man handling of Imran Khan's sisters by police. Lets be honest to ourselves. How many women are man-handled by the very institution already? Female lawyers? human rights activists? women who are not given proper and fair justice for the crimes committed against them. I must tell my Non-Pakistani friends here , its not a new phenomenon in the world and Pakistan is no exception to this. When you evaluate current situation , you must understand the whole history involved and donot fall prey to tits-bits of information.Coming back to my point , our quest of hero has so much left us bewildered that whenever we think of a 'potential hero' and some disaster strikes him/her, our reaction is only based on emotions. I see the same happening again.Our hopes come to life with an individual , die with the very individual. Take Musharraf , Chief Jutstice and now Imran Khan. For Nth time i am convinced that we are a nation looking and hoping for some miracle. A nation which has not found any thing beyond its desperate association with its 'love' for an unknown 'hero'.
Remember my friends , its the masses that move the world. Its that average man we have to help educate and think beyond certain ideas to make him an active citizen. Once we will create such awareness , the person of highest order will only rise because then the process will be setup before his arrival. Quaid-e-Azam, Gandhi were only successful in this land because there were many many people before who had done the ground work. Without them , i am convinced , they wouldve just been ordinary citizens.
I must quote Iqbal here , when he said about our wait for Imam Mehdi,
'Dont wait for Mehdi , the source of power. Go! create him'.
So shall i tell you the same my country men. Dont wait for someone to elevate your pains. Do it for yourselves , no matter how insignificant. Its the collective impact which is that really matters.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Von Du.
come quick my friend!
the day is there
when the night sleeps
and your smiling lips
turn to laughing beeps
come quick my friend!
the day is there
when the autumn leaves
and your blooming plants
turn into grown up trees
come quick my friend!
the day is there
when i wish heaven for thee
and your blinking eyes
turn into sparkling streams
the day is there
when the night sleeps
and your smiling lips
turn to laughing beeps
come quick my friend!
the day is there
when the autumn leaves
and your blooming plants
turn into grown up trees
come quick my friend!
the day is there
when i wish heaven for thee
and your blinking eyes
turn into sparkling streams
Friday, November 9, 2007
Maxims
- I donot question any individual's ability to do something. I do question their realization of the ability to do something.
- To really know if you will succeed or not , try to analyze your weaknesses against your oponent's strengths and vice verca- All humans are human ,in the end.
- Criticizing something isnt an art. Art is to criticize something putting yourself in the creator of that object. Its another way of , self-criticism.
- Prophets are never born 'prophets'.
- Dont cry too much. Tears are like a companion. When someone is taken forgranted , there can be a time when you need them the most , but they are never there.
- Do good. As much as you can. Dont expect anything in returh. As much as you can.
- If you have a strong will , dont be a part of a 'corrupt' system with a conscious effort to come out with a clear alternate system. To clear a mess, at times you have to stand in the middle of it.
Me
- To really know if you will succeed or not , try to analyze your weaknesses against your oponent's strengths and vice verca- All humans are human ,in the end.
- Criticizing something isnt an art. Art is to criticize something putting yourself in the creator of that object. Its another way of , self-criticism.
- Prophets are never born 'prophets'.
- Dont cry too much. Tears are like a companion. When someone is taken forgranted , there can be a time when you need them the most , but they are never there.
- Do good. As much as you can. Dont expect anything in returh. As much as you can.
- If you have a strong will , dont be a part of a 'corrupt' system with a conscious effort to come out with a clear alternate system. To clear a mess, at times you have to stand in the middle of it.
Me
Saturday, November 3, 2007
State of Emergency - Part II
na·tion n.
1- A relatively large group of people organized under a single, usually independent government; a country.
2- The territory occupied by such a group of people: All across the nation, people are voting their representatives out.
herd (hûrd) n.
1- A large number of people; a crowd: a herd of stranded passengers.
2- The multitude of common people regarded as a mass.
Such tragedy has befallen on this nation again. Such disaster has struck us again. Such bitter taste has been left in our mouth again. It couldn’t have been scripted much worse than this. I am lost at this. In all sincerity I believe we are all responsible for this quagmire. We have such hypocritical people ruling us , that it was only inevitable. We have never fought for ideologies. We have only struggled for people. Be it Musharaf ousting Nawaz Sharif,Chief Justice, Mosque case , we have just tried to save faces here. We have only tried to ensure that faces don’t change. How ignorant we are that we never realized it’s the system of short-sightedness which we have to change. We can not even be characterized as a nation in the truest sense of the word. We are a herd. See the definitions and realize we are no better than cattle. This should suffice for self-evaluation , before we embark on another journey.
My soul bleeds today. My eyes are red with tears. But my will is ever stronger. I shall fight, in any and every capacity I can. Where word ,‘capacity’, is not used to put a limitation to my abilities, but to stretch it.
1- A relatively large group of people organized under a single, usually independent government; a country.
2- The territory occupied by such a group of people: All across the nation, people are voting their representatives out.
herd (hûrd) n.
1- A large number of people; a crowd: a herd of stranded passengers.
2- The multitude of common people regarded as a mass.
Such tragedy has befallen on this nation again. Such disaster has struck us again. Such bitter taste has been left in our mouth again. It couldn’t have been scripted much worse than this. I am lost at this. In all sincerity I believe we are all responsible for this quagmire. We have such hypocritical people ruling us , that it was only inevitable. We have never fought for ideologies. We have only struggled for people. Be it Musharaf ousting Nawaz Sharif,Chief Justice, Mosque case , we have just tried to save faces here. We have only tried to ensure that faces don’t change. How ignorant we are that we never realized it’s the system of short-sightedness which we have to change. We can not even be characterized as a nation in the truest sense of the word. We are a herd. See the definitions and realize we are no better than cattle. This should suffice for self-evaluation , before we embark on another journey.
My soul bleeds today. My eyes are red with tears. But my will is ever stronger. I shall fight, in any and every capacity I can. Where word ,‘capacity’, is not used to put a limitation to my abilities, but to stretch it.
I am convinced...
I am convinced today that power corrupts.
I am convinced today that greed corrupts.
I am convinced today that illegitimate corrupts.
I am convinced today that unruly corrupts.
I am convinced today that selfish motive corrupts.
I am convinced today that lawless ruler corrupts.
I am convinced today that a liar corrupts.
I am convinced today that an unjust ruler corrupts.
I am convinced today that lack of options corrupts.
I am convinced today that ‘sit and do nothing’ corrupts.
I am convinced today of all this and much more.
But... my dear country men,
Its time to realize that we need to cripple these corrupts.
Its time to realize that enough is enough IS enough.
My pen should be red , just like the blood of my country men
I am convinced today that greed corrupts.
I am convinced today that illegitimate corrupts.
I am convinced today that unruly corrupts.
I am convinced today that selfish motive corrupts.
I am convinced today that lawless ruler corrupts.
I am convinced today that a liar corrupts.
I am convinced today that an unjust ruler corrupts.
I am convinced today that lack of options corrupts.
I am convinced today that ‘sit and do nothing’ corrupts.
I am convinced today of all this and much more.
But... my dear country men,
Its time to realize that we need to cripple these corrupts.
Its time to realize that enough is enough IS enough.
My pen should be red , just like the blood of my country men
Friday, November 2, 2007
all that matters - doesnt matter
lets not talk about god for a while
for all those who live and dont die
where for them is , the eternal lie?
you , me and our sunless worlds
lets share some thoughts and words
when we walk under the moon and stars
who knows , who is what? what we are?
dont you know where is my soul?
my last gasp and final, lost goal
sit here , stay for a while in this whole
these are parts you see , the face and mole
for all those who live and dont die
where for them is , the eternal lie?
you , me and our sunless worlds
lets share some thoughts and words
when we walk under the moon and stars
who knows , who is what? what we are?
dont you know where is my soul?
my last gasp and final, lost goal
sit here , stay for a while in this whole
these are parts you see , the face and mole
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Ideological Revolutions
Beneath the lines of tragedy always lie a restless belief , which pictures itself more in terms of practicality than a theory. We all have a perception about life through which we see our existence. How often we are led/misled to envisage that its going to be true for everyone else too. Humans have an interesting perception , they find everything to be revolving around them. Draw the parallel against God , who also believes the same. Hence we share some intrinsic traits with him which we mite not realize to be present in us. The purpose of these thoughts is to know when beliefs dont become a reality , how often they can cause a havoc in those who carry them. Encouraging them to be even more relentless in their pursuit of implementing such ideologies , denying the facts of their applicability in terms of times , geographical positioning and surroundings which will be thoroughly impacted during such process.
Such beliefs are not necessarily confined to the boundaries of religion but can also be sharing the areas of politics , societal shifts and economics of a particular area. In all such movements , my strict disagreement has always been the mere fact that any and every impact on human race is just rejected out rightly in the name of the 'cause'. We forget how our actions ,no matter how smaller in nature , can have a massive trickle down effect. Lets take this example , a person working is scolded by his boss for something he is responsible. That person will go back to his/her room and will scold his juniors. Those juniors and this person when they will go back , they will - with a high probability- take it out on their loved ones. So lets say , they take it out on their life-partners. Who , obviously dont understand the reason however they will believe that they put in equally effort to make sure that daily life is spent at a reasonable quality level. Where will they vent? Obviously children or anyother closer relatives or probably neighbors. Lets say that if childrens are scolded , they wont also have the idea of where it all is coming from - hence they will need to let it all get out of their system either by fighting amongst themselves or with their friends. I can keep on exploring this cycle but that is not important thing. What is to be understood here is the rational which concludes that one action can open up N reactions at N different levels. This can reach up to any level. If in this example , where nothing is at stake , implications can be of this greater significance consider this. If a country's head does something to do injustice to one person - keep imagining like i did. Tragedy is only inevitable. It will be just a matter of time when the bubble will burst.
I will end it now. Bottom line is , no matter what makes you do some action - remember that even the smallest of action can have the gravest of impacts. Not only on the lives of who are directly related to that event - but also to those who are absolutely not related.
Let your gods be in your control - for if they get out of control, only destruction can have the final say till they are back in your control. Probably , at the cost of millions of moments butchered by the arrogrance of sipping the wines of ideological revolutions. Wait for evolution.
Such beliefs are not necessarily confined to the boundaries of religion but can also be sharing the areas of politics , societal shifts and economics of a particular area. In all such movements , my strict disagreement has always been the mere fact that any and every impact on human race is just rejected out rightly in the name of the 'cause'. We forget how our actions ,no matter how smaller in nature , can have a massive trickle down effect. Lets take this example , a person working is scolded by his boss for something he is responsible. That person will go back to his/her room and will scold his juniors. Those juniors and this person when they will go back , they will - with a high probability- take it out on their loved ones. So lets say , they take it out on their life-partners. Who , obviously dont understand the reason however they will believe that they put in equally effort to make sure that daily life is spent at a reasonable quality level. Where will they vent? Obviously children or anyother closer relatives or probably neighbors. Lets say that if childrens are scolded , they wont also have the idea of where it all is coming from - hence they will need to let it all get out of their system either by fighting amongst themselves or with their friends. I can keep on exploring this cycle but that is not important thing. What is to be understood here is the rational which concludes that one action can open up N reactions at N different levels. This can reach up to any level. If in this example , where nothing is at stake , implications can be of this greater significance consider this. If a country's head does something to do injustice to one person - keep imagining like i did. Tragedy is only inevitable. It will be just a matter of time when the bubble will burst.
I will end it now. Bottom line is , no matter what makes you do some action - remember that even the smallest of action can have the gravest of impacts. Not only on the lives of who are directly related to that event - but also to those who are absolutely not related.
Let your gods be in your control - for if they get out of control, only destruction can have the final say till they are back in your control. Probably , at the cost of millions of moments butchered by the arrogrance of sipping the wines of ideological revolutions. Wait for evolution.
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