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Monday, October 24, 2005



Fr Aftab...

The question was simple, "Why does that light have to be so tiny and so far away in a sea of darkness...?" the asnwer would be too, if only i can find it.
u knw wat hit me most? the sudden induction of religion, of Faith and of Divinity: the Source of All in almost evrithing. people started thinking abt the end of days. the final hour was near. they got to praying. they bent on their kness infront of Someone who they had forgotten even exitsed and bowed. they couldnt bribe Him, they couldnt promise him a life full of luxury. how would they ever get out of this mess? ha! they started kneeling. its shocking how many people stood by the rubble and gave "fatwas" while people inside died. its shocking how suddenly we all conjured up our "zakat funds" and gave "sadkas" and "donations"... its also shocking how these stupid mortals feel trapped in after such little time. its rather shocking how One cud make the Entire bend down... and some ppl still got high on the whole situation and sold expired medicines... they cut the body parts off to get to the "zeewar" and they never once thot abt the world rocking again. its takes all sorts to make this world, i just wish we had a cupla million more of he good ones at our side.
this is not criticm fer the sake of criticism... and i wud never criticise neone who donated even a prayer or a single second. people i knew went to volunteer at places even the government forgot abt ot cudnt go to. people i knw drew the max limit frm their ATMs and gave it all up fer donations... as we went out to collect relief and purchase stock to send, shopkeepers cut their profit margins... and as we arranged to go to the affected areas, volunteers sprung up like tiny mushrooms... so u see, how can i ever criticise...
its jus a lil sad dat we wake up, not by a whisper, not by a shout, but wen our world swings at odd coordinates.
many things appear as three, but infact are only One. Its not important to open one thing without the other... a heart without a safe is thrifty and a safe without a heart is like cold handcuffs...
the question still didnt get answered. im sorri aftab. but if i find the Grail one day, ill definately let u knw.


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Sunday, October 16, 2005



ghosts

she wrote: Lost.. as a light is lost in light. she wrote on papyrus with vinegar... but she did write. atleast she had the courage to lay it all down in literal terms. my letters are yet to be found and words yet to be formed. things are artificial ryt nao, i think, did i actually survive or did i loose smthng in the rubble along with the dead body? if soul is alive, where's his?


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Saturday, October 01, 2005



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aaj barish mein bheegtay huway mujhay laga keh yeh aakhri baar hay...
shayad barish key yeh katray dobara kabhi asmaan se neechay na aa sakain...
shayad meri tooti himmat daikh ker un mein bhi himmat na rahay...
shayad meray ansoo'on ke mukabilay mein woh kum reh jayeen...
shayad meray motiyun ki nakadri daikh ker un mein bhi ub hausala na rahay.
shayad meri tarah woh bhi... aik dum se... haar jayeen.


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