Letter to God

November 30, 2007

Letter No. 1

November 30, 2007

 Allah Ta’la Ge

Master of Every thing

in & between the universe

Subject: REQUEST FOR THE PROMOTION.

My Dearest Allah Ta’la Ge,

I am sure that You are Perfect. No one is perfect here and there except You. I am very grateful from my heart for every thing You did for me and for those also what You are doing and Will do for me.

You know that i am trying very hard to get promoted but i know that i would not be able to do so until and unless You want to be. So i beg You to gimme promotion plus increment and make me hard working and honest in my working and please please please forgive me if i did any thing bad and keep me away from all type of evils.

Further more, i also beg promotion of my dear and near friends+colleagues. Kindly accept our applications.

Make me as what You like and keep me away from what You dislike. If i say any thing wrong, please please give me pardon. And make me as strong that  i would not lose heart if i dont get promoted.

Thanking in anticipation. 

Yours obedient

Me


My Fears

November 30, 2007

If I would die at this moment, how could I face Allah Ta’al ge? I have nothing good in my deeds to be shown.

If the person before me knows what I am thinkg about him, then?


ONE ART

November 29, 2007

For Nov 29, 2006, 12:58 AM.

…………(and  I  put it in Uncategorized)

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster 
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love)
I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


Bosslyyy!!

November 28, 2007

I  can’t give you space

Go! and stick to your silly base

You are a symbol of mental nuisance

Don’t you have another face?? 😡

 

 

 


Double Celeberations: Its’ a cuti kiddie baby boy for “Its’ OK” and Tash’s B’Day

November 27, 2007

Today is really a memorable day……..hey its your B’Day Tash…….Happy Brithday…….my all wishes are with you and Allah may fill your life with peace of mind and with real happiness……

“Its’ OK” telephoned Tash to wish her b’day and gave us a surprise which I called a Bumper Surprise that Allah sent  her a baby boy in flower basket……..wow we didn’t know about this good news ans she wanted to give us a surprise………..and yes we were surprised…….although its not fair she should tell us before but any way its a real surprise I must say……he was born on 25 November I will try to remember it

We went to hospital to see her in lunch break. The baby was very very cute mashaAllah…….rikshaw wala didn’t stop for buying fruits or juice and fruits were very expensive at hospital’s gate. Higher price might be accepted but the fruit wala baba was more rude which could not be accepted for us. SO we have to take chotay walay juice k dabbay as larger one was not available………any “Its’ OK” was really happy on our surprise visit saying that we gave her the bigger surprise………of course we didn’t agree on that……..Baby was looking naughty type of bacha he’s a little jano baby.

I gave gift to Tash today although she didn’t throw party yet but promised for the next friday. And as usual I forgot to wish her on 12:00……ghfff……..my lausy memory…

All in all today is really a happy day 🙂


A Chillin’ Bike Ride

November 27, 2007

Nov 13, 2007,                   

(I forgot to publish it….so here it is)

I was very tired while retuning from office today….. feeling sleepyyyyy…..but I had to get up as ‘A’ offered me his bike ride. Its’ very long since we ve been out  so I thought its a good chance for hanging out ……..yuppyyyyy……I had to  get out from the bed and jumped up to his bike……….After some time I felt that its too chillin outside. I should have to put on my jacket but forgot it. I have to remind him please slow your speed its too windy and dont go through main road galiyun mai se nikalo naa……we went to Hakeem saab first. Then I had to pick my dupata from dyer which he had dyed totally opposite to my suit ***ghfff***I decided to take it as it was and to handle the matter afterword…hmm…..Then I picked umi’s and my passport size pix from studio…….pix were not so good he didn’t make any change as we were looking same as we were……its not fair itnay paisay diaye aur faida bhi koi nai wesi ki wesi shaklein……dull dull……any way then on A’s advice we signed in to AFC……’A’ doesn’t  like KFC he prefers AFC. I dont know why but he says AFC tastes Pakistani cusine…..We started discussing about our daily tough routines……..here are our conversation:

Me: Its good to get busy inspite of sitting idle at home or doing less work.

A: What a life we  are leading……..struggle struggle and struggle

Me: Yeah but its a life in real terms.

A: did you notice lives of rich people? aish hi aish

Me: Its you who are saying so. They are also found to complain about dissatisfaction of their life. No one is happy what he is….

A: What do you think we are having a great life?? hn We would struggle whole our life and would not get enough accordingly……

Me: dont be silly…….dont forget Allah will definitely give us in the life hereafter what we wont’ get in this life and I dont think we are in bad circumstances. We are much much better than millions of people in the world.

He didn’t seem to be agreed with me but he did not continue his arguments. He changed the topic and started eating carelessly. It was very difficult for me to swallow. And my brain……..ah…….some times it sticks to a point and this time it stuck to A’s discussion……why he is so unsatisfied?? and when he would be satisfied? And how could I make him agree with me??

My questions remained unanswered.


I lost my life!!

November 27, 2007

Standing on a seashore

All lone

Bare footed

Empty handed

With vacant eyes

Why sand is so cold?

Why wind is so wild?

Sun is setting………

Birds are leaving for home………..

I feel a warm drop of water on my foot

May be……..its’ raining……..

Ah!

Its my wandering tear………

I lost my life!!

 

 

 

….A piece of my own poetry 😀