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Friday, August 13, 2010

My Memorable Day

Every day seems to be normal day. A day doesn’t become special and unique, rather it is made a memorable day to be written in our book of memoirs. We know that days or little moments show their faces as they are written in our fate, but fate is written by us. I myself made one of my typical days into unforgettable and meomorable one.

After a great struggle in ordinary days, I myself made an extraordinary day. After living my life in the abyss of hardwork, I found myself standing on the illuminous path of success. My special day, my result day, when I was to hear the announcement of my fruitful hardwork. I sat on the chair, numbness prevailing in my body. Every second seemed to be a trice of eternity. The irksome patience could not be adopted by anyone. My reminiscence told me that my previous year had passed in studying from dawn to dusk. I was confident. I had taken all the benefits from my pedagogues and my result would definitely bring me a good news. I had taken the march on other students by studying with more hardwork. I had never closed the stable door after the horse has bolted and did everything in its correct time and order. All these notions were making me confident. I had never been dishonest or mendacious to my studies. I had given time to all my subjects equitably. I was introspective at that moment and was continuously thinking about myself and my past.

We cannot go to past to make a good start, but with the help of present, we can make an awesome ending.

Infinitesimal moments were making me impatient. How long will it take to declare the result, I thought. Impatience is an innate of every human. We can’t turn tail from it. For us, it’s all our aunt. One would think that impatience is stupidity and patience is something which must be adopted, but it’s all cynisism, because it’s human’s nature. Patience is good, but is going in the direction opposite to that one on which human has set his feet.

Well, after a wait of many long moments, the time came when I was standing on stage, grining from ear to ear. God had given me my reward and my destiny!

A Paragraph Extracted From My Novel

After a wait of several seconds, a jet of blue light came from the watch, fizzled, and started revolving us at a great speed, giving us a relaxation and a cold mist, which we breathed while in the cage of light––a cage of a luxurious life. A thick fog came from my right side, snoozed, and interfered with our vision and sense of olfaction for a small interval of time. The jet of blue light bolted away beneath my shoes, leaving us alone and locked in the whiteness of the fogged world's cage from where I was unable to move and was like a lame floating in the dilute air of the nowhere world. My right hand was glued hard with the old man's hand that seemed to be unaffected by the atmosphere surrounding us. I was going higher and higher, having no signs of a ground or floor beneath my shoes. I was like a helpless reactant going through a chemical reaction. Slowly and gradually the fog started to fade and we landed on a soft ground which felt like sand. Soon, the fog vanished away, showing a red hot desert in front of us.

Wake Up Jawad!

Wake up then lie down and again fall asleep. This procedure continues until a flat Bata shoe from my mother is thrown at my buttock, and a cry of pain escapes my mouth along with the drowsiness. Wiping the eyes, I fidget to the bathroom, wash my face and head, put the liquid soap on toothbrush, and start brushing my hair.

“Ouch!”

A slap of velocity of about 150 km/h comes and law of conservation of momentum is applied on my head. I don’t know why I am only the target of experimentation?

I leave the bathroom, having both the shocks of two attacks received to fight with the drowsiness in the everyday world war.

I reach the bed again, and as soon as I am again going to fall asleep, the monster of third attack steps in my mind. So, I leave my everyday futile desire, and stop playing with attacks. I start putting on my uniform for school. I reach the dining table and come to know that I am wearing a vest and shorts!

It feels as if someone is slapping on one side of my face and as a reaction, another imaginary slap is waiting very impatiently for an action. I am out of this world whenever such a state of unconsciousness comes. It’s seems like someone is dragging one of my feet in opposite direction of the other one.

Now, it’s the time for a body spray to dance hay on my body. I pick up a can and start spraying. A weird and unfamiliar smell rushes in my nose, and my sense of olfaction forces my eyes to look down on my body. AAAAAAAAA! Instead of spraying body spray, I have sprayed black liquid shoe polish.

I take my shoes, put them on and now I am ready to go to school, but something again is strange and unusual. I remove both of my shoes and cry on my fate: there comes a big fat frog from one shoe and an irksome cockroach from the other. Why such a thing only wants to live in my fate? Why am I always the target of tragedy?

“Ouch!”

I open my eyes. Phew! This was only a nightmare, I think. I rise from my bed to fight again with the real fight of sleep. Again, a new day of books.

The First Page Of Tree

A tree, once an ordinary plant, emerged from the sheet of soil to show the remarkable scene of beauty. A tree is the only host of the people who are a bunch of nerves and also of Lucifer and fiends who are always foaming at mouth.



Who knew that a small dependent plant will one day rise and shine? Who knew that an odourless plant will one day make an aroma prevail in the atmosphere of great aura? Who knew that the blaze of a tiny plant will one day illuminate the dark abyss of this inhospitable world of vagueness? No one ever thought about this for a single moment. For us, little an tiny things have no significance at all. We are cracking the whip against them. I have gotten into a state and cannot sleep a wink by thinking that these poor trees cannot turn tail from being felled and are like a lamb to the slaughter. We are felling these trees for our benefit, but actually, this apparent benefit is going to prove very harmful for us. We are rushing our fences! This thing has rattled my cage that we are being ruthless towards them. We have to change our tune and chalk it up to experience not to harm these poor ones. We don’t know that only little and tiny things are sine qua non for a big helper.

We are now continuously trying to save trees but it is like locking the stable door after the horse has bolted. Everything seems to be going great guns in this world of technology, but no one knows that we are stepping in a lonely land which has no miracles of nature. We are the villains of the piece! And now we are saving these trees. Surprising –– wonders will never cease!

Life

Life –– what is life? Life is a drop of rain which starts its journey from the heaven and ends on the ground, giving it a little moisture of beauty and a little luxury of smiles.

Life can be found in a bundle of egregious mannered vultures or in the praiseworthy and heart-catching aroma. A life of shining light is the only treasure as it haggles for a peaceful death. Life is very short: you open a door and step into the room. This is life. Life is as long as a single blink of death, and death is as long as a single blink of life. The life on this land is not a life indeed. It’s just a lifeless life. This anachronistic life is a rose plucked from the garden of eternity–– the garden of immortality.

Now a days, the meaning of life is being taken wrongly. Life means:

Laughter
In
Falling
Estate

In this dummy and unusual world of fakeness, no one has a care or love for others. No one wants to live a life for others. Everyone is very mean. Everything is taking a U-turn in wrong direction, in the abyss of nowhere. We should live our lives like a cloud which gives rain to both, roses and spikes.

I am aware of the condition of this downfallen state of life as I am the inhabitant of the same land. It’s all my aunt! Everyone has no fear of the moment when his knell will be ringed. Everyone is enjoying the wine in the carafe of partial death. But no one knows that when will the carafe shatter into small pieces of glass and cruelly pluck their posy of life.

Friend

In this lively and eye-catching world of happiness-sorrows characteristics, there is one lustrous thing–– A friend!

A friend is the sweet and delicious fruit from the tree of uncountable branches bent with the fruits of love and affection. What do we do when we are oblivious about certain matters? Who tries to console us when we are abashed by a mishap which occurred when we let our hair down? Who helps us when we are a bundle of nerves? Who makes us grin from ear to ear when we are foaming at mouth? Who makes us assume everything as a piece of cake when we are being revolved by the jet of confusion and cannot find a way out of this dark abyss?

This platinum is the friend. A friend is the only star who illuminates our face in the darkness of this deceitful world.

My Busy Life

What’s life? I hope you know it, but for me, life is nothing. I hope I don’t know about life, instead, I know very much about a File containing about 150 pages to learn their each and every word by heart. Is it possible for you to remember such a long plan of future? Nah –– How can you think of a donkey hoping to pull a new cart?

A pile of books remain on my head in school; a pile of schools remain on my head in academy. Don’t you think about a monkey having two brains, planning to jump from a pine tree to mango tree?

How can my teachers say that studies are very easy, when even a ghost runs away when he hears the familiar word ‘mathematics’.

Would you ever believe in future that you have learned about 10,000 pages or more in your youth? Nah–– your belief would have gone away with a bullet train in Pakistan.

What’s my schedule of studies? You will be very surprised that even I don’t know that. How can you think of a clock asking whether to shout out the alarm or not? I go to school, academy and my home. These are my headquarters of tension. My brain’s empty, with a covering of rusted dunk (seems weird) all around. I hope one day I’ll wake up from my bed, put on my uniform, go downstairs and then gape at myself in shock.

“Oh gosh! It’s still night!” I shall say.

And now, my last question: Do you ever think that we can differentiate between two same trees? Nah–– we shall be able to see what’s in Bermuda Triangle, but not explain the life of studies.

Don’t you think it’s a food for thought?

Our Animals Are Leaving

I have observed that the most important thing, or the pillars on which our lives stand, are animals, which are slowly and gradually becoming extinct. And important thing to be noted: WE ARE KILLING THEM!

Until relatively recently, in human history, people existed as nomadic hunter gatherers, and obtained their food from animals. Not only food, but wool, milk, meat and many more things were obtained from animals. This reflects the thought that humans and animals had a good relationship, but the real picture does not look to be so attractive.

Humans are now using deadly weapons to kill the animals. They are killing much more animals in comparison to the past. This killing creates enmity between the two creatures. Animals have been maintaining the balance of the world for thousands of years, but now the situation has taken a U-turn, and the only fly in the ointment is their killing. Animals' killing starts at the crack of dawn, and continues until the night shows its vague face.
Scientists have hit the nail on the head by saying that many animals are becoming extinct due to this killing. A good example of this extinction can be perceived from the extinction of Dodo. It was last seen in this world in 1660's, and until then, there is no sign of it in the world of killing.

If we don't take steps to stop this killing, then this distinguished world will become a vague one and we can do nothing except to sit and watch the world lose its height.

ANIMALS ARE OUR REAL TREASURE!!!

My Last Beat Of Heart

It was a pleasant day, with soothing wind, full of birds' cries.
I was not so sad, but tears were in my eyes.
It was the same blue sky and same white clouds.
But why did I hear weeping sounds.
The beautiful greenery one day ago,
Was then heaping on my soul.

Then the angel above ringed my knell,
And I insensibly fell.
Something induced me to stand and run.
As if this run was a fun!

I've breathed my last dear breathe of life.
I've used my last dear fuel of life.
The ripeness of my life has gone.
And now I am alone.

Soon I'll land on the alighting board of grave.
Soon I'll smell the lifeless life of grave.
Nothing is left in this deceitful land,
Except to sit putting hand on hand.


By Jawad Haider

Groups Are Better Than Individuals

If we look around our surroundings, we come to know that there are some rules or, you can say, some principles which are followed by a human brain. I've observed many changes in a human brain. Every person, even I, follows these principles, whether we like them or not. You can say it as god-gifted, that sometimes if you want to do something, whether it is good or bad, and a person tries to stop you from it, and it is always observed that his every talk goes in one ear and out the other. For example, If you want to go to a park to play with your friends and your mom says you, “no", and the whole family says "yes", then you'll certainly go out to play. But if the whole family is saying "no" and mom is saying "yes", then you have nothing to do except to sit in your house and have day dreams of playing with your friends in the park. This is because the group influences more than an individual. I'll explain it with an example.

EXAMPLE:-

You might have observed that if only one tree is standing in a park, the park looks not so attractive and no one likes to visit it. But if there are about hundreds of trees, then everyone puts his heart on going to that park. A park full of greenery and trees give refreshment and relaxation to people. Similarly, if God created a tree consisting of only one leaf, no tree would look so attractive. But he created a tree with a hundred or thousands of leaves to make it beautiful and eye-catching.

This phenomenon is applicable to every human brain. You take anything from nature and try to apply this rule on it; the rule will fit in it perfectly. Our universe is full of thoughts and imaginations, but it is the need of the hour that we observe them, otherwise, this universe cannot be proved an ideal one.

Falls

Step aside
And you’ll be left behind.
The more you look at sun,
The more your eyes fall.

Nothing is best or egregious in this world.
Both stones and leaves go down with the waterfall.
A page torn from a book,
Make its fellows easily fall.

“Superiority is nothing,” everyone has known,
Except those who are worthless and ruthless stones.
That’s why everyone has said:
“United we stand, divided we fall.”

We walk and run on the slanting roads
To have a glance of enjoyment’s core.
But mistakes mistakenly come,
Push us, and we fall.

Years pass by
To welcome the relationship of laughter,
But a spark of misbehavior comes
And this peak of life falls.

Falls come to teach us how to stand.
We stand to fall, and fall to stand.
But only this makes us a man
To fall the falls which once made us fall.


By Jawad Haider

Independence Day

Tomorrow’s my independence day!
I shall do lovely hay.
I’ll talk and talk like heedless jay.
And sing and sing my beautiful lay
On that pleasant Independence day.
Tomorrow my exams will run away.
And I shall enjoy that beautiful day.
I shall play, play and play.
And shall have a visit to café.
I shall forget my previous frays
On that pleasant Independence day.

Tomorrow I shall humbly pray.
To my God for the awesome day.
I shall eat up the whole buffet,
And throw the restaurant into disarray.
I shall even walk on bay
On that pleasant Independence day.

Tomorrow I shall write so many essays
That every word will become cliché.
I shall hold a grand soiree.
And shall stand and say right away:
The enjoyment of that Independence Day.

I shall do everything on that day.
I shall turn away and run away and fade away, then back away and come again to enjoy the day.
I shall take away and steal away all the sprays, and spray them on the Milky Way to make the galaxy happy and gay.
And when this day will pass away,
I shall have a trifle of vitamin K
And a painful tooth decay.


By Jawad Haider

A Bomb Blast

My corpuses and my life
Are nothing to be proud of.
They’re just gradually dimming lights.

My hands, my ears, and my nose
Are now, no use to me.
I am taking the everlasting dose.

I’ve fallen from my last stepping step,
Which was my life.
But now, is my death.

So far I assumed to go.
But everything went in vain.
My futile life is again to be plowed.

I have no life to live.
Now alone, I exist in the exodus of existentialists.
A Bomb Blast took everything from me.

Now, I soulfully feel the life of smile.
I have worm-like griefs gnawing at my existence.
I live in the world of sorrows, with fences
All around my tearful statue.

May God punish those who took my hearts.
Who took my loved ones, but left me alone.
I have no balms for my bruised life.
I’ll sit and wish with whole my heart,
That these beasts die the death of dogs.


By Jawad Haider

Alliteration Poem

Falling feathers from falling flowers
Wither woefully with wintry wash.
Seeing such strange snow shower,
Bill’s brain became blankly bald.


By Jawad Haider

My Lifelong Desire - Knowledge

The verses of my life say:
"Gain knowledge from night to day.
Always try to be first,
In conquering knowledge's outskirts.
No matter, what it takes,
The study of nature and science is great.

Knowledge will adorn your life.
Knowledge will enrich your life.
Your leaning head will then arise.
To enlighten the world and the skies.
Exhume the knowledge from the ground,
Which was once buried by deadly hounds.

Perch on the branch of eternal success,
As knowledge has never, never been less.


By Jawad Haider

Mirror Of Thoughts

Getting deep in my thoughts,
Once I thought, where I was.
Who was I?
Who he was?

A tall guy standing beside me,
Who's face I couldn't see.
Gazing in his eyes, I thought.
Who was I?
Who he was?

Leaving his eyes, I looked around,
When I heard a laughing sound.
"No one's here," I thought.
Who was I?
Who he was?

Then the tall guy standing beside me,
Suddenly, rudely spoke to me.
"Haven't you found where you are?
Where you're standing for half an hour.
Go back and leave your thought."
Then I found where I was.

I was in my deepest thought.
Which I had thought for half an hour.
A very funny thought it was:
"I gazed in man's face," I thought.
"Who's face I couldn't see."

How stupid I was.
I didn't know where I was.


By Jawad Haider

A Stupid Boy

A boy went to a shop,
Where he bought a lollipop.
His parents advised him not to eat it,
But he didn't pay attention to it.
What a stupid boy he was,
Who can do anything for a lollipop.

He didn't listen to his father's advice,
Who said, “It is harmful for you,
What a stupid boy are you"
He did not listen to his mother too,
Who said, “It will make you ill soon."
But in spite of parents' advice,
He left the house and went to school.
There he met Mr. Woal.
The boy said, “I am going to eat a lollipop,
Which I bought from the candy shop."
Mr. Woal advised him not to eat it.
But he didn't pay attention to it.
What a stupid boy he was,
Who can do anything for a lollipop.

The next day he saw his teeth,
Oh! What were those dirty teeth!
It was too hard for him to eat,
Because he had dirty teeth.

What a stupid boy he was,
Who can do anything for a lollipop.


By Jawad Haider

A Snowy Day

What a beautiful day it was.
When the snow fell.
I went out of my beautiful home.
And felt the snow just like a foam.

What a beautiful day it was.
When children made many snowballs.
Children jumped and jumped on a side.
Toddlers went to crawl outside.

What a beautiful day it was.
When the snow fell and fell and fell.
It was the best day I ever saw.
What a beautiful day it was.


By Jawad Haider

Lie

A lie is such a truth which guides us the way to find its smirking existence.

"How" and "Why"

Every “how” in someone’s life is the answer of every “why”.

Searching Your Talent

Search out your talent. If you can’t search it, you could search it. If you couldn’t search it, you will search it. But if you’re not searching it, you won’t be having benefit for searching it, and you’ll never be a man.

Heart - A Fragile Life In Nature

Never hurt someone's heart, because heart is as fragile as a glass. When you let a glass fall from a height, it will shatter into small pieces. Then you can never join them, or pick them up. And if you try to do so, the small pieces will HURT YOU!

Life And Death

Life is as long as a single blink of death and death is as long as a single blink of life.
Think about it!

Reminiscence

Reminiscence allows us to haggle with our obscure present and decorate our future.

History

History is a praiseworthy pedagogue which teaches us how to walk through the mazes of life.

Destination

Finding your illuminated destination in front of you does not necessarily mean that you have possessed it, because sometimes even its shine can make you blind.

Peak

Never ever let your peak stand tiptoe to seek its peak, because your peak is not so much high to seek itself.

Hardwork

Never stop working hard, or you’ll be destroyed, because if earth stops revolving, the sun will hit it.

Live Like Star

Live your life like a star. Burn yourself for others but never show that you are burning for them. Always SHINE!

Life - A Drop Of Rain

Life is a drop of rain which starts its journey from the heaven and ends on the ground, giving it a little luxury of beauty and a little moisture of smiles.

Sorrows - A Part Of Life

No one can live a life full of happiness and smiles, as there are more spikes on the stem than the roses.

Excellence

Excellence is something which remains for eternity, but success is something which comes and goes like triumph and disaster do.

Success

Success is for fame and superiority, but excellence is not for fame but peace.

Time

Time travels like a ray. Always heads straight in one direction, but never turns back.

Earth And Fire

The earth was born of fire, and fire will be its end.

Life - A Road

Life is a road which changes its routes again and again.

School

School is a plant of light. Shines those pupils who take advantage from it, and also those ones who do not.

Elders

Elders have to become the inspiration for us, so that we become inspired from them and make them our inspiration. But if they become the BLACK ROSES, then what’s in our hand? What can we do and what can we learn from them?

Elders

Elders have to become the inspiration for us, so that we become inspired from them and make them our inspiration. But if they become the BLACK ROSES, then what’s in our hand? What can we do and what can we learn from them?

Patience

One who has seen happiness can never see patience in his life, and the one who has never seen happiness, always see patience in his life.

Monday, August 2, 2010

An Idiot

"Hey slow guy. Wait for me," shouted James(The Idiot).

"Why?" A reply came from exhausted John who was always furious at James foolishness.
"I want to check the time on your wrist watch."

"It's 2:00 p.m."

"I know that," said James. "I want to check something else."

Poor John had to stop. "What an irksome breed of monkey he is!" said John under his breath. James came towards John.

"When will the watch reach 2:01 p.m." said James.

"Why are you asking that?

"Actually my mom said that always do everything in one minute... So, I am waiting for one minute to check the time on my watch".