Flower Show at Jinnah Garden, Lahore

Last week, we U, T and me visited Flower Show at Jinnak Garden’s Baradari in Lahore. It was a good event. Lahore’s Governor visited the place. Many stalls from universities, colleges and flowers’ nursuries were making the place beautiful. We visited the whole place and got exhusted the sun was at ful boom. But it was a fun out there. 

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What the hell they are doing?

It is heard that New Re-Structuring Plan is once again collapsed. We had almost made up our minds for new Bosses and the new workstations. They cannot do any thing right. I long to check the degrees of so-called new consultant who gets annoyed when asked any question regarding re-structuring plan. What he can do if he is not sure what he wants to do. That is ridiculous and the whole department is feeling like football facing kicks by the management. The situation does nothing rather confusing employees and making them discouraged. How could we perform in these circumstances?

It could be an excuse for the office work a real excuse. But I don’t understand why I am not doing my own work too?? May be it’s the mental exertion that they successfully create in office and that makes me tired even restin at home.

Please Allah gee! make their plans successful. Ameen

I am fed up of being myself

Current Mood: Irritant

I am tired of being what I am. I dont know what happend to me? But I really feel restless. I think I am going through a deep depression but why is it so? I dont exactly know. And when you dont know the reason of your sickness, it made you more sick and that what I am.

I could not do my work properly. I dont even remember how many days before deadline of my project has been passed. It is more terrible when i cannot make mind to restart it knowing that I am going to trapped in a big trouble.

That is the proof how i make myself trapped in some thing. I was thinking that most of problem are self generated but I could negate the fact that people around me generously contributed to these and some how I myself welcomed them. Remainings lie in my fate…..ehhhhh…..I want to leave every thing and my oooold desire to leave for Makkah is getting more stronger. I wish i could go there for never coming back.

I am trying very very hard to save myself from disappointment through namaz, quarran-e-paak, hadith, family and friends’ company ,etc etc etc. I think it is only Allah who can make me calm inshAllah and I am anxiously waiting for that time.

The Fashion Spy looked elegant in Sherwani

Young lot’s all time favourite, Atif Aslam is honoured with Tamgh-e-Imtiaz by the Govt. at President’s Award Ceremony held on March 23, 2008.

 Everyone got shocked to see him wearing Sherwani. Black Tie (Sherwani) is the mandatory dress for such ceremonies.  And frankly speaking, he was looking so elegant in this dress. The fashion risk taker is remarkably acccpeted and praised in this stunning outlook. 

Acting here Acting there

CUrrent mood: Nothing Special

Nowadays I am the acting head of our Dept. …..sound funny na but its true and its irritating. Dear Boss is on so-called sick leave and I have to look after many unwanted things. About his sickness, I am sure he has joined some new place …..hmmm…..good for us but everyone is thinking here that he could not find such good job with more than handsome salary :/ in fact it is true. I think he is doing his own private business in disguise.

To act as head is a fuckin** job. I tell you many of his mistakes and pending work start opening up in his absense which make me to think that he took leave due to these things. yesterday I had to see Sec General and VP due to his pending work and I do my best in spoiling his position hehehe …….I did not have to much as it is already down and he is also absent today. Sec was telling me that he was coughing arficially on fone. Everyone is going against him. Aur tu aur he was giving me instructions on phone for completing his assignments…..hn karti hoon achi terhan mai bhi

So both of us are acting on our sides. He is acting to be sicked (“he’s actually mentally sick and now physically” Sec) and I am to be an Acting Head   lets see who will win Oscar :p

Saadat ki Zindagi aur Shahadat ki Maut

 Whenever I heard about any suicide bomb blast, my thoughts started rambling for finding some answers related to destiny. Questions which usually came to mind: Does this type of death lie in their fate? or it is just an accidental death? If it is an accidental death then how it could be happened? We belief that nothing can be happened without His consent, then why we call these deaths accidental?

I put all these questions before my sis and she answered all of them after consutling her mentor. It is worthy to mention that her mentor is an renowned Islamic scholar who remains busy in Dars-e-Qurran and my sis is her regular student.

Last night she called me up and we had a looong discussion on this topic. I am going to re-pronounce what she has told me:

As we know that even a leaf cannot move without Allah’s consent and approval. How it could be possible that a person die without His consent? yes it is not possible. Life and death are attributed to Allah Subhana Ta’ala. How would people return to Him?, it has been written in the fate of people. So it is in the fate of those people also to die in such bomb blasts or in any other accident.

Now the question is if it is in their fate then why we do call them martyr (Shaheed)? A very simple answer because Allah Subhana Tala wants so. There are so many people who commit sins as other do but Allah keeps them endeared to Him that He does not want to punish them hereafter or to put them in fire. So Allah call them through such deaths which are considered Shahadat. As we know the accidental deaths are  deadly painful than other deaths because these people face the punishment for their deeds in this life through this pain. One thing important to note that people suffering in deadly diseases also lie in this category as they face their punishment in this life which is temporary.

This explanation is more than enough to satisfy my questions. i know I could not explain it here properly but there alot of thing which I cannot explain in my words.

After knowing the category of these martyrs, my desire for shahadat is getting more stronger than ever.

Aiye Allah! mijhay saadat ki zindagi aur shahadat ki maut ata kar aur mijhay un mai shamil kar ley jinnein Tu azeez rakhta hai. Ameen

A Woman’s Prayer

Current Mood: Refreshing

Now I lay me
 Down to sleep
 I pray the Lord
 My shape to keep.
 Please no wrinkles
 Please no bags And
 Please lift my butt
 Before it sags.
 Please no age spots
 Please no gray And
 as for my belly,
 Please take it away.
 Please keep me healthy
 Please keep me young,
 And thank you Dear Lord
 For all that you’ve done.

Let’s play re-structuring

Current mood: Confused and irritated

Again a new plan of restructuring a department is going to implement. I am fed up with this annually changing structure of the department. Fuck to all this……..I hate these changes. They do not allow us to use to with one working plan. This time they changed it just after few months. Ah….I am totally confused and disappointed again own fellows’ attitude.

Hectic yesterday…

Current Mood: Energizing

I dont remember how much household work I have done yesterday. But it was really very a hectic day till late at nite. As usual maid is on leave whenever we need her so I have to do her role. That was not much construction work but it made the whole house like a store room. I had to take a leave yesterday. But unfortunately I came to know today that Dear sir was also absent yesterday, so I lost my life time chance of having chill ***sigh***anyhow jo Allah ko manzoor.

Thank God each and every thing is fixed at home due to my hard work. When I lied in my bed last nite, my whole body was aching poor me

Conclusion: I am as hard working at home as I am at work

Two scary things…

Current mood: bruised

After last day’s bomb blast, panic prevailed the whole day. The incident point was not far away from us. Due to this blast, our build jolted like a leaf in the air. Everyone was scared for two reasons:

 1-       We are having very near and dear police station as our next door neighbor, which is one of largest station in Lahore.

2-       The under constructed structure of 5^th and 6^th floors.  These two floors are made by the Izhar’s prepared iron roofs and guarders while walls are covered with glass walls. No feasibility was done by the management for this new construction. 

I am sure that the policemen are more scared than we are. But they are actually in danger and that might cause danger for us also. If Khuda na Khuasta the near by police station is struck by any suicide bomber, our building will be demolished for granted and we might be buried in the iron grave. We had the meeting with secretary general today. We record our all reservations, let’s see what will happen next. 

Our families are much worried. Mom was not letting me to go to office. But I think, if such death is in your fate, then how could I save myself from it. So I am all ready for what lies in my fate as it was for those who have died in the bomb blast.  

May Allah’s blessing on all of us.

A man without hands

I saw him few months ago. He was trying to eat a corn (sitta). I can’t explain in words but his struggle to hold the corn in his elbows and to set it in the right direction to eat was really very frightening and pathetic. I felt my tears on my hands and I thanked Allah for such priceless gifts.

I am used to see him daily as he sits in my way to office. He does not look like a beggar in his appearance. He usually dresses up in neat and clean white shalwar kammez. He looks smart with the beard and in his white joggers sitting on a brick. At first sight, you cannot judge that he is not having his both hands. Yes he is a handless guy. He looks very thin and but decent young man in his 30s. Despite all of his sensible looks, it is a bitter reality that he is a beggar. It seems that he does not belong to a beggar type family but he is helpless to do so which is clearly visible from his facial gestures. Those who want to give him something have to put money in his pocket. Or most of the times, he has to stand up and go to the people to collect money. But he does all this with a smile. One day, I was really surprised to see that he was smoking lol agar haath nai hein tu kiya hua enjoy tu kiya ja sakta hai naa

Whenever I see disable people like him, the first thought that comes to my mind is that Allah has created such people to make us see what He has given to us and what He can do with others? I feel a cold wave to think that I might be at his place and he might be at mine. But if my notion is right, then why these people are put in such a miserable situation just to give us a lesson? But what is their fault in all this? Only to make us learn that how much we are thankless to His blessings? Or is there any other logic to which I can’t reach yet. But one thing, which pinches me whenever I see these people that Allah, is still telling me how much I am thankless. Allah Ta’la gee! I thank you millions of time from the bottom of my heart for every thing I am bestowed and please forgive me as it is very difficult to take all this any more.

Death Bed

The old man lay dying

He rested assured

He was on his way

To the land of the pure

He thought of his lord’s bounties

That lay for him in store

Nothing had he done that would be cause for remorse

Hadn’t he been kind to God’s creatures

Thus begetting kindness in return?

He had given alms to the poor

And freed the slaves

Night and day in the lord’s presence

He’d stood and prayed

Content in these narcissistic thoughts

By a call he was startled awake

Get up oh sinner; get up on your feet

There is much that needs to be done

You took from the world more than wealth

More than wealth you shall return

Yes day and night you prayed to save yourself

But never strived to save even your nearest ones

The wealth you leave to your kith and kin

Shall bind them, enslave them, and bring them perdition

Yet the greatest wealth will die with you

The wealth that might have won for you and them- salvation.

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My obssession to ring doorbells

You might consider it childish but I love to enjoy some childish things even at this age .  Yes I love to ring others doorbells.

If I recall, my this hobby started when I was a little gal . At the beginning my younger bro and I were used to do so. Our neighbors remained complaining about it. We were so famous for this activity in our locality.

I do remeber that I learnt bicycling very earlier. ‘A’ was a little baby and he did not have any company, so it was my duty to accompany him in every good and bad. It is also a fact that all bad things did happen due to me.  I dont know but he was a shy boy and I was his bold elder sis, I always had to protect him every where. It would be not wrong if I call myself ‘mai munda’ . And I do look like boys.

Anyways, I used to ride bicycle with A and went for long distant ’sair’. In this sair, we were used to ring others’ doorbells. We were obssessed about it. I dont know why.

My craze remain as it is even I started going to university. We all friends used to ring the doorbells in college residential area. I do remember once I put my finger on a doorbell of one of my professor and his pet dog started barking from the bushes. We got so scared that we run screaming

This hobby does not finish yet. So what if I joined the office, it doesn’t mean my nature should change as well. I do enjoy this hobby whenever I get the chance.