Life, sea away is different.
May be my feeling,... but the amount of anxiety, the feeling of "someone-else", suffocates within, and results in a strange state of life........
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
A Fishy Tale....
Right in the middle of greenish land, there was a well…, as it was spared from human beings; nature’s gift was so much obvious all over.
With trees and flowers, their colors, smells, small small birds their singing all around, the entire scenery resembled heaven…
However, the crack and holes on the bricks around the well, made it look somewhat old, though, as they say, it added more feathers to its natural appeal…
It was one of the nice day from summer, with clear sky, and moon glowing like anything…it looked, as if, moon looking in to the well to see its bright face, and shying away…
Breaking the calmness prevailed all over the well, and distorting the flatness of that glassy water, came a beautiful, cute, fish, shimmy, with shimmering eyes, which showed her proud nature…
She gave a glance to the moon, and said to her friend, “Hey, see that white round stone there…, looks so funny, as day’s passes it looses its shape and after few days again regains its shape…!”
The fellow fish nodded her head just to show her faithfulness with her friend.
Shimmy is a typical fish, who is so proud, conceited, arrogant, pompous of herself, and between the two fishes along with three frogs, who were season visitors of that well.
So, literally, Shimmy was the self proclaimed queen of that beautiful well…., because, the other fish, Kimmy, not having any choice further, agreed and lived upon with her, for so long, since they reached there, from a river nearby, in one of the floods…
Days passed, they were living happily.
Few days after, Kimmy and Shimmy were observing the depletion happening in the food and other resources on that well. In addition, danger of human habitant to come there and flatten the well was threatening the life of all living beings of that well. The frogs, who used to visit the pond frequently, advised both to relocate to a pond nearby, which, according to them, was rich with foods and all. Also, there stayed too many fishes. Kimmy liked the option, but Shimmy not.
For Shimmy, her supremacy was everything than food, friendship,…
Kimmy sensed her friend’s disastrous approach to future…, and kept a deep mum…
As the rainy season started, clouds covered the sky. The moon, which used to ping and see the well, was covered with dark blue clouds. Thunders and lightning portrayed a monstrous depiction of nature. Rains were severed. Ponds and well began to over flow, so did our Shimmy’s sweet well.
The moment came; Kimmy recited the words of frogs about the pond nearby. But, shimmy was in no mood to accept the proposal.
However, Kimmy could not resist herself, as she knew; her end is inevitable, if she cling in that well further more.
However, with broken heart, Kimmy faded away to thick blue water…
With solitude and depleted resources, Shimmy was suffocating in that well. However, she was so much relieved about the power she had.
The sole-authority fascinated her very much.
Clouds rolled away. Sun was glowing on the light blue sky, with feathery clouds here and there.
Moon came to its old gleaming mode….
One fine day, Shimmy could able to hear some noise from outside the well. She understood that, some human beings started to reside nearby.
After a while, heavy voice of breaking and digging echoed inside the well. Shimmy was fainted.
Frogs, Kimmy, their words everything made a flash back to her mind. Before something coming to her mind, a huge stone made shadow on her face.
She tried to cry, but everything was finished until then.
Kimmy also heard that frightening echo,…, yards away, which trembled her heart,… and the sigh, which she took, conveyed her deep felt love for Shimmy…
With trees and flowers, their colors, smells, small small birds their singing all around, the entire scenery resembled heaven…
However, the crack and holes on the bricks around the well, made it look somewhat old, though, as they say, it added more feathers to its natural appeal…
It was one of the nice day from summer, with clear sky, and moon glowing like anything…it looked, as if, moon looking in to the well to see its bright face, and shying away…
Breaking the calmness prevailed all over the well, and distorting the flatness of that glassy water, came a beautiful, cute, fish, shimmy, with shimmering eyes, which showed her proud nature…
She gave a glance to the moon, and said to her friend, “Hey, see that white round stone there…, looks so funny, as day’s passes it looses its shape and after few days again regains its shape…!”
The fellow fish nodded her head just to show her faithfulness with her friend.
Shimmy is a typical fish, who is so proud, conceited, arrogant, pompous of herself, and between the two fishes along with three frogs, who were season visitors of that well.
So, literally, Shimmy was the self proclaimed queen of that beautiful well…., because, the other fish, Kimmy, not having any choice further, agreed and lived upon with her, for so long, since they reached there, from a river nearby, in one of the floods…
Days passed, they were living happily.
Few days after, Kimmy and Shimmy were observing the depletion happening in the food and other resources on that well. In addition, danger of human habitant to come there and flatten the well was threatening the life of all living beings of that well. The frogs, who used to visit the pond frequently, advised both to relocate to a pond nearby, which, according to them, was rich with foods and all. Also, there stayed too many fishes. Kimmy liked the option, but Shimmy not.
For Shimmy, her supremacy was everything than food, friendship,…
Kimmy sensed her friend’s disastrous approach to future…, and kept a deep mum…
As the rainy season started, clouds covered the sky. The moon, which used to ping and see the well, was covered with dark blue clouds. Thunders and lightning portrayed a monstrous depiction of nature. Rains were severed. Ponds and well began to over flow, so did our Shimmy’s sweet well.
The moment came; Kimmy recited the words of frogs about the pond nearby. But, shimmy was in no mood to accept the proposal.
However, Kimmy could not resist herself, as she knew; her end is inevitable, if she cling in that well further more.
However, with broken heart, Kimmy faded away to thick blue water…
With solitude and depleted resources, Shimmy was suffocating in that well. However, she was so much relieved about the power she had.
The sole-authority fascinated her very much.
Clouds rolled away. Sun was glowing on the light blue sky, with feathery clouds here and there.
Moon came to its old gleaming mode….
One fine day, Shimmy could able to hear some noise from outside the well. She understood that, some human beings started to reside nearby.
After a while, heavy voice of breaking and digging echoed inside the well. Shimmy was fainted.
Frogs, Kimmy, their words everything made a flash back to her mind. Before something coming to her mind, a huge stone made shadow on her face.
She tried to cry, but everything was finished until then.
Kimmy also heard that frightening echo,…, yards away, which trembled her heart,… and the sigh, which she took, conveyed her deep felt love for Shimmy…
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A Collage....
Collage…!!!
What is that….??
It was the reaction which popped-up on my mind whenever I seen the phrase any where..
I could have attempted to know the meaning, but I didn’t, thanks to my ever green laziness….
But then, the situation made me to search meaning of collage in google, wikipedia, or whatever source available at that time…, as we (me and two of my friends) registered for a collage competition.., and only a day was there on our hand…to prepare, or do whatever…
Being part of a tightly-scheduled-military-supervised project, all were set to top busy mode….
Therefore, I only took initiative to register and search the phrase in internet (at least)..
The topic was also given, day before… Michael Jackson, the King of Pop music…
However, we were ruled, by a strong superstition of being the superior, we never made any deliberate attempt to collect paper cutouts, or any glam photos the pop hero…
We stupidly followed some superstition (which I strictly doubt now)….
With the newly learned art of collage and little knowledge about MJ, we marched to the venue…only 5 minutes before the schedule…
Many were there, cutting, placing,… making hush-hush about there work… all looked very serious… and I sensed a great amount of anxiety as well as competition from all over.
However, we, group of three gentle, steel-hearted men, with glowing smirk on our face looked around, as if judges already assured that we will win 1st prize…
Our beautiful HR came, with a bundle of A3 size white paper sheets, which almost resembled our brain and heart at that time…fully blank..…
Time started,…only 45 minutes granted to finish-up the work.
While we were planning to how to start, every other team was doing their final touch-ups…
Because of the great unity within our team, we couldn’t able to decide, at least, how we should proceed..
Time constraint suffocated each of us, and frequent visitors with comments which drained 50% of our complements away…
Therefore, without sparing a single moment, we became the cooks who spoiled the soup….
We followed poured our own imagination, from our own creativity….., but the problem was, everything went to same paper…
Result, a big sparkling quagmire….!!!!
Though, Michael Jackson was there all over the sheet, but he never seemed to be there on the eyes of a fourth person…
The collage itself presented the chaotic pattern MJ followed, which I later learned, I could have told the judges while explaining about our work….!!!
Like that, we finished our celebrated work….,
All the works gathered, queued, and open for viewers…
However, I observed a swift pause before our collage… though we did not know the exact reason; we pat each other for the excellence we showcased…
Judges came; each team started explaining their work…
Next, ours,… I was forced to take the charge of jargoning…, felt like words were flying in the stream of heavy air…sighs…or whatever which never helped in creating a good impression on judges….as I learned when result got announced.
However, after that competition we learned,
“What is not a collage…!”
What is that….??
It was the reaction which popped-up on my mind whenever I seen the phrase any where..
I could have attempted to know the meaning, but I didn’t, thanks to my ever green laziness….
But then, the situation made me to search meaning of collage in google, wikipedia, or whatever source available at that time…, as we (me and two of my friends) registered for a collage competition.., and only a day was there on our hand…to prepare, or do whatever…
Being part of a tightly-scheduled-military-supervised project, all were set to top busy mode….
Therefore, I only took initiative to register and search the phrase in internet (at least)..
The topic was also given, day before… Michael Jackson, the King of Pop music…
However, we were ruled, by a strong superstition of being the superior, we never made any deliberate attempt to collect paper cutouts, or any glam photos the pop hero…
We stupidly followed some superstition (which I strictly doubt now)….
With the newly learned art of collage and little knowledge about MJ, we marched to the venue…only 5 minutes before the schedule…
Many were there, cutting, placing,… making hush-hush about there work… all looked very serious… and I sensed a great amount of anxiety as well as competition from all over.
However, we, group of three gentle, steel-hearted men, with glowing smirk on our face looked around, as if judges already assured that we will win 1st prize…
Our beautiful HR came, with a bundle of A3 size white paper sheets, which almost resembled our brain and heart at that time…fully blank..…
Time started,…only 45 minutes granted to finish-up the work.
While we were planning to how to start, every other team was doing their final touch-ups…
Because of the great unity within our team, we couldn’t able to decide, at least, how we should proceed..
Time constraint suffocated each of us, and frequent visitors with comments which drained 50% of our complements away…
Therefore, without sparing a single moment, we became the cooks who spoiled the soup….
We followed poured our own imagination, from our own creativity….., but the problem was, everything went to same paper…
Result, a big sparkling quagmire….!!!!
Though, Michael Jackson was there all over the sheet, but he never seemed to be there on the eyes of a fourth person…
The collage itself presented the chaotic pattern MJ followed, which I later learned, I could have told the judges while explaining about our work….!!!
Like that, we finished our celebrated work….,
All the works gathered, queued, and open for viewers…
However, I observed a swift pause before our collage… though we did not know the exact reason; we pat each other for the excellence we showcased…
Judges came; each team started explaining their work…
Next, ours,… I was forced to take the charge of jargoning…, felt like words were flying in the stream of heavy air…sighs…or whatever which never helped in creating a good impression on judges….as I learned when result got announced.
However, after that competition we learned,
“What is not a collage…!”
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Nostalgia
The days, when moon appeared to me, as a coin pasted on blue carpet with many sparkling dots here and there…..
Dreams were filled with all monsters, ghosts and scary creatures of stories, which my sister used to explain me, with all the special effects available at that time….
I used to look at Dad as one of the eerie creature, and mom as my hero….
Dad insisted almost all, which I hated more….
Sisters began to black mail me, for the remarks I made in absence of him…
And, the only safe haven I found was my mom (still, story is not so much different)…
I was in second standard, when that happened….
The era was not so good,…as I got few villains within my class…
I hated Mondays, not for studies and assignments, but only for those mischievous creepy creatures…
And weekends were like 1947s ….
Am still remembering, the person, to name, Yusuf, who made my life so miserable….
He used to torture me with his scary words and odd facial expressions….
So I was in search for a company, to bunk the classes,… and the search ended up before Ibrahim… one of my closest friend ever…
We two sat together, drew the plot…. To flee after morning two-hour session…
We did it so successfully, that we became addicted to it….,
As mom was in my side, and dad was in other side of sea (gulf countries), we felt little difficulty in executing our plan each time….
The days passed just like that.
When all other students have to face 6 hours of hectic schooling, we two just have to tolerate only 2 hours…
However, happiness did not last longer…
One day, am sure, nothing was so special about that day, other than sky was little dull…, and Yususf was little more amused with his ugly clot of acquaintances….
I had heavy break fast,… prepared all the gaming plans and tools ready to continue after coming from school…
10.00am then, class started,… Class teacher came and took attendance, and her boring class…
11.00am, another teacher came,… said something, yelled something,… taught some thing…
Then came the golden moment, 12.00pm,… interval time..
I just signaled Ibru, he took his bags and all,… and accompanied me…
We both walked, as if we were going to next classroom…
………
Hardly crossed 1km from school vicinity, a heavy yelling broke the silence prevailed all over…
“Hey kids,.. Where are you going with bags and all,…. Huh………!!!!!”
The intensity of voice is blessed with so much bass; I can feel ice on my feet…
Not having so much courage to see the source of that screaming, we just took a U-turn….
We fled back to classroom, like high velocity objects…
Moreover, that ugly smirk on the face of Yusuf made me so much restless….
Dreams were filled with all monsters, ghosts and scary creatures of stories, which my sister used to explain me, with all the special effects available at that time….
I used to look at Dad as one of the eerie creature, and mom as my hero….
Dad insisted almost all, which I hated more….
Sisters began to black mail me, for the remarks I made in absence of him…
And, the only safe haven I found was my mom (still, story is not so much different)…
I was in second standard, when that happened….
The era was not so good,…as I got few villains within my class…
I hated Mondays, not for studies and assignments, but only for those mischievous creepy creatures…
And weekends were like 1947s ….
Am still remembering, the person, to name, Yusuf, who made my life so miserable….
He used to torture me with his scary words and odd facial expressions….
So I was in search for a company, to bunk the classes,… and the search ended up before Ibrahim… one of my closest friend ever…
We two sat together, drew the plot…. To flee after morning two-hour session…
We did it so successfully, that we became addicted to it….,
As mom was in my side, and dad was in other side of sea (gulf countries), we felt little difficulty in executing our plan each time….
The days passed just like that.
When all other students have to face 6 hours of hectic schooling, we two just have to tolerate only 2 hours…
However, happiness did not last longer…
One day, am sure, nothing was so special about that day, other than sky was little dull…, and Yususf was little more amused with his ugly clot of acquaintances….
I had heavy break fast,… prepared all the gaming plans and tools ready to continue after coming from school…
10.00am then, class started,… Class teacher came and took attendance, and her boring class…
11.00am, another teacher came,… said something, yelled something,… taught some thing…
Then came the golden moment, 12.00pm,… interval time..
I just signaled Ibru, he took his bags and all,… and accompanied me…
We both walked, as if we were going to next classroom…
………
Hardly crossed 1km from school vicinity, a heavy yelling broke the silence prevailed all over…
“Hey kids,.. Where are you going with bags and all,…. Huh………!!!!!”
The intensity of voice is blessed with so much bass; I can feel ice on my feet…
Not having so much courage to see the source of that screaming, we just took a U-turn….
We fled back to classroom, like high velocity objects…
Moreover, that ugly smirk on the face of Yusuf made me so much restless….
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Quotes from Mujeeb Patla (copy righted)
"If you can not become seed, try to be leach at least,… so that you can "suck"…!!!"
Monday, June 8, 2009
Power of a punch line...!!
“Always smile; it makes others wonder, what you are thinking about…”
(I don’t think, this is the exact sentence what that wise man told, his name also am not remembering,… thanks to my short-term memory, but I think, the essence is still there with these words….)
This great sentence inspired me so much, that I began to practice it in my day-to-day life….
While walking,…chatting… everywhere every time am in the same smiley profile…, I gauged the surprise factor from the receivers,…. And the default question from their mind,..
“For the what hell, this ____ person is smiling….?!!”
Days passed,…. Months ran,… and years,..just walked…
Mujeeb also made, “an ultra-smart-entry” from academic life to professional dream-life…. (How much flop it was, God only can give the clear estimate…).
I was practicing my newly learned smiley face….
And enjoying the surprise element I was receiving from the recipients…..
After colorful training period; induced in to project…
After that, you know,.. the same repeating-boring works,…
Blame taking-giving game….. Never meeting dead lines… threatening of managers,… their persuasion,…seduction,…compulsion…the list ends at infinity….
And the most interesting activity, “meeting”…
Group meeting,.. Individual meeting,. Solo meeting….
It was like “anything+meeting”…
And, still I remember,…after one such meeting,… before all my teammates, my manager asked,…,
“Why you always smiling…??, I will make that stop soon…..,..!!”, though he said it in more humorous tone, I sensed some sort of threatening in that…
Still, I never minded,… kept my smiley face more glowing….
Calendar began to flip fast,… months,..over months,… I almost forgot that event..
As recession went to its hike,…. Employees, began to feel the pinch,… pink-slip began to rain…with thunders and lightening in back-ground,…. My manager smiled to me… in fact, the beautiful smile I ever seen in his face…
Asked me to accompany him for a meeting,…
He asked, “do you know, why I called you now….!!”
I said, with little suspense in my face,…, “to remove me from your team,..”
He agreed,. And with showing more rejoice he said,.., “ ecjaaactlyyyyyyyyy……….!!!!”
And I paid, little much, for following blindly, some principle of someone,…. Without thinking much…., and the punch line changed now,….
“Always smile, because, you won’t know, when it will surprise you,…!!!”
(I don’t think, this is the exact sentence what that wise man told, his name also am not remembering,… thanks to my short-term memory, but I think, the essence is still there with these words….)
This great sentence inspired me so much, that I began to practice it in my day-to-day life….
While walking,…chatting… everywhere every time am in the same smiley profile…, I gauged the surprise factor from the receivers,…. And the default question from their mind,..
“For the what hell, this ____ person is smiling….?!!”
Days passed,…. Months ran,… and years,..just walked…
Mujeeb also made, “an ultra-smart-entry” from academic life to professional dream-life…. (How much flop it was, God only can give the clear estimate…).
I was practicing my newly learned smiley face….
And enjoying the surprise element I was receiving from the recipients…..
After colorful training period; induced in to project…
After that, you know,.. the same repeating-boring works,…
Blame taking-giving game….. Never meeting dead lines… threatening of managers,… their persuasion,…seduction,…compulsion…the list ends at infinity….
And the most interesting activity, “meeting”…
Group meeting,.. Individual meeting,. Solo meeting….
It was like “anything+meeting”…
And, still I remember,…after one such meeting,… before all my teammates, my manager asked,…,
“Why you always smiling…??, I will make that stop soon…..,..!!”, though he said it in more humorous tone, I sensed some sort of threatening in that…
Still, I never minded,… kept my smiley face more glowing….
Calendar began to flip fast,… months,..over months,… I almost forgot that event..
As recession went to its hike,…. Employees, began to feel the pinch,… pink-slip began to rain…with thunders and lightening in back-ground,…. My manager smiled to me… in fact, the beautiful smile I ever seen in his face…
Asked me to accompany him for a meeting,…
He asked, “do you know, why I called you now….!!”
I said, with little suspense in my face,…, “to remove me from your team,..”
He agreed,. And with showing more rejoice he said,.., “ ecjaaactlyyyyyyyyy……….!!!!”
And I paid, little much, for following blindly, some principle of someone,…. Without thinking much…., and the punch line changed now,….
“Always smile, because, you won’t know, when it will surprise you,…!!!”
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