Too much peace can be explosive!

Rama, Mohammad, & Jesus... all apostles of peace- but in combination there could be nothing more explosive!

I read something of this sort in a novel by Vikram Seth, A suitable boy (highly recommended if you have the energy)

But this line is very thought provoking. Peace was the message all of them had in common but when you combine their followers, there is not even a piece of peace.

A few days back, i put it on my status on fb. Even then, a friend could not help protecting her religion. The conversation:

Friend: cant get you ......what are you trying to say....... but all i know... you cant compare.. combine.. yea whatever......Mohammad with anyone else.......

Me: not comparing or combining... just saying kay all three promoted peace but combine their followers n there u get an explosion... religious discrimination... like u urself :P

Friend: hmmmm...... now its making sense..... that line was not making any sense...... and i like it now.....


And so the war continues... but just think... can v call ourselves followers when we can not follow them

Do you believe in ghosts?

I always wondered. But now I know.

Some months ago, we shifted to a new home. We were really excited. But things started happening to me and only me. I wonder why?

The first time it happened at sun rise. If you read my blog, you must know I am a Muslim. Before sunrise, we offer our first prayer for the day. When I woke up, I thought I smelt something weird. But I ignored it considering it was new place and we just shifted so the whole place was kind of messed up. So I got up, found my slippers were not under the bed. Thinking that probably my sister must have come at night and nicked them, I got up and went to search for them. But was unable to. So I took my mother’s slippers, washed, laid down the prayer mat and started prayer. Once I finished, I got up and turned around and saw my slipper next to my mother’s slippers!

Though I was scared, I let this episode go thinking that maybe I was not so alert. The next day, we had some guests coming over for dinner. That day, while the food was being served another thing happened. We have this open kitchen connected with the dining room. The fridge is in the dining room. Everyone was sitting on the table when my mom asked me to take out the cold drinks. I went over to the fridge, took out two cold drinks and left one for some guests who were coming over later in the night. I closed the fridge and walked over to the kitchen counter to pour the drinks in the glasses. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the third bottle, there on the counter. By the way, I scare easily. I quickly turned around and opened the fridge. The bottle was no longer there. Though impossible it was, I still asked whether someone had taken out the bottle and put it on the counter. Looking at their faces, I got the answer.

The third big episode happened last night. Since two days, I had been having strange dreams of blood and ghosts. Yesterday, I woke up in the middle of the night ( I do most of the time) and saw the window to my room closed. I usually keep it open for fresh air but I was too tired to get up and open it. I went back to sleep. This time I had another bad dream, I woke up with a start and looked around. This time I saw my window opened. This took the wind out of my lungs, having just had a bad dream.

And since then, I am really scared. Even while I am writing all this, I am wondering if the ghost is standing right beside me and reading all of this?

Scary, huh?

Thank you!

Thank you for killing people to decrease the world population.

Thank you for bringing recession and making us feel privileged about every penny that we have.

Thank you for bringing inflation and making everyone feel for the poor.

Thank you for taking our mind off worries like global warming and alien invasion.

Thank you for the 9/11 attacks so that movies now have a new subject and a new angle.

Thank you for all the violence so that now we can actually read so much from the newspapers.

Thank you for giving as real problems to take our mind off cosmetics and bar fights.

Thank you for the gunshots and the bombs so that now we feel strong and invincible.

Thank you for showing us daily violence, now we don’t cry every time we see a mutilated body.


Thank you! Your selfishness made us what we are today. Shells of a soul that is now dead. We cannot thank you enough!

This is Pakistan!

Tomorrow is a day off. 12th of May. Not Sunday but a weekday.

Wondering Why?

This is Pakistan! Now you have an answer?

Tomorrow, there is supposed to be a strike. And expected bloodshed and mayhem. Some clashes between different casts that I don’t want to get in and honestly do not understand.

You are probably either wondering how lucky to get days off or maybe that poor her and poor all the innocent Pakistani.

When I say bloodshed and mayhem, I do not feel scared. Neither do I feel anger. I just feel frustration. Frustration that you cannot do anything, frustration at the people who do not feel anything and frustration for the people who may not see anything after this day.

This is probably what many of us feel at this point of the drama. And drama it is, a well-constructed well-played out drama that has already been written by people we will never meet. The directors of our lives are ironic people with no feeling because we are just spawns to them in their chess game. The lights may get dim but the scene continues, the actors perform their roles, the audience enjoys from afar. And we do not have a say because we are busy playing our role and entertaining some ironic hotshot having a twisted sense of humor.

Have you ever felt?

Have you ever felt the way I do these days? Yes, you probably have. Everyone once in a while feels something other people feel at one time or the other. This happens to all of us. I feel dissatisfied. Why?
I have a job in this time of recession. I have a nice family who cares for me. I have more money than I can spend. I have my best friend totally and madly in love with me. What more do I want?
I have no idea. But still I know exactly what I want. I want to be happy and I am not.
Maybe I am just too sensitive. I see so much wrong happening around me that it just feels that I should not be happy. I used to be a very cheerful and happy person. People commented on the fact that why was I constantly smiling. But now I guess I don’t.
I see war. I see mayhap. I see blood.
But what can I do?
I just read ‘Three cups of tea’. A very interesting book about ‘One man’s mission to promote peace… one school at a time’. Greg Mortenson is this wonderful human being who is fighting his own war against terrorism by educating the people of Northern Pakistan and Afghanistan. I wish I could do the same.
Help the world be a better place so that I can feel better. I know this is selfish but then I am better than those people who can so easy plan to kill innocent lives. Their humanity is dead. Mine is not. If I am selfish and feel the need to make myself feel better, then at least I feel that I do feel.
But what is don’t understand is what to do. I am a very confused person. I don’t know where to start!

The world of Numbness

The world is dying and I am alive;

The world cries and I smile;

The world starves away in hunger while I hoard my fridge with foods and drinks;

The world hoards despair while I starve away in happiness;

And starvation it is- starvation of the soul;

The soul dies when it sees the blood, the hunger and the hate;

A painful death at the hands of the numb eyes;

Numb eyes knowing nothing changes with just another new generation.

Numb eyes looking right back at numb souls;

Numb souls knowing nothing changes with just another war or another blast.