200 Posts

There! I just created the 200th post on my blog a little while ago. Can't believe it has been nearly 4 years since i am blogging. The frequency of posts keeps changing, depending on my schedules and my moods but there never was a time when i thought of quitting it or closing my blog. I like to talk a lot especially if there is a dedicated audience. I emulate that talking online by writing on my blog. Many people still don't understand the joy of all this. But then many people don't understand many other things either. I hope i can keep this going. If all goes well, i might be writing blogs from my death bed as well. ;-)

Happy blogging to me and my blogger friends. Thanks to all the visitors who keep me motivated to write more and more. :-)

I Think: Forgiveness

Forgiveness is something we always seek but are rarely ready to offer.

Tumharay Bas Mai Agar Ho

The other day I was listening to a piece of music and one verse really moved me. Thought better share that as well:

Tumharay bas mai agar ho
To bhol jao humain
Tumhain bhulanay mai shayad
Humain zamana lagay

:-)

Please Don't Bother!

One thing is really funny. People kick you out of their lives, deliberately walk out or create conditions that you are forced against your wishes to leave. And then they want to know how you are doing.

A message to such people is, “Please don’t bother. You did what you had to do, so now go away and stay happy.”

Mai Ban Panatang Urr Jaon

Mai ban panatang urr jaon
Kisi kay bhi hath na aon

Taroo kay des chali jaon
Phir lot ker kabhi na aon

Ye jahan to hai bara zalim
Bachoo is say aur chup jaon

Detay hain log sab dhoka
Logo say dil ko mai bachaon

Rahay rishta na koi taluq
Sab choor choor chali jaon

PS: I guess this is too much to ask. Seems like a 'death' wish. Let's see if i can get this fulfilled in my 'life'. ;-)

Ye Mera Dewanapan Hai :-)

I didn't have much to write about so thought I should share this lovely song. If any of you can get their hands on it, please do listen as it is highly recommended. It is a song by Mukesh from the filem Yahudi.

I love it for the music as well as lyrics. Read on and let me know what you think:

Dil Se Tujhko Be’dili Hai
Mujhko Hai Dil Ka Ghuroor
Tu Ye Mane Ya Na Mane
Log Mane ge Zaroor

Ye Mera Dewanapan Hai
Ya Mohabbat Ka Suroor
Tu Na Pehchane To Hai Ye
Teri Nazron Ka Kusoor

Ye Mera Dewanapan Hai

Dil Ko Teri Hi Tamanna
Dil Ko Hai Tujh Se Hi Pyar
Chahe Tu Aaye Na Aaye
Hum Karenge Intezar

Ye Mera Dewanapan Hai

Aisay Verane Me Ik Din
Ghut Ke Mar Jayenge Hum
Jitna Ji Chahe Pukaro
Phir Nahin Aayenge Hum

Ye Mera Dewanapan Hai

Good Times are for Sharing & so are Bad Times

I shared so many of my good times with this person. All of a sudden I shared some really bad ones as well. And the intensity was high. I guess that special person in my life must have been devastated by all this. Well I apologize. But at the same time I want to tell that I myself was devastated too. And angry at all the situations around me.

I know I can't fight or question Allah’s will, but being human, I was maybe a bit irritated at the fact that things are not going my way. I am still very hopeful from Allah's side (truly disappointed from human’s side though). I know something better will definitely happen. I will get what I want in the end, by hook or by crook. May Allah be always by my side and help me in my endeavors. Ameen. I acknowledge his Supreme power from my heart and I know that He will not forget me in my times of despair.

Bara Dari

The next beautiful building that caught my attention was the Bara Dari, standing elegantly amidst the green pastures. The contrast of the Bara Dari’s white with the green was simply amazing. The garden was clean and well maintained. Lots of roses were planted there as well (I couldn’t reach neither the Bara Dari nor the roses as the garden was enclosed within four walls of barbed wire.). I could, however, see it from afar and take a picture. And that is what I did.

Bara Dari

Allama Iqbal's Mausoleum

The first thing I recognized after going through the door was the mausoleum of Allama Iqbal. The building was very small and simple. But the elegance shone through the simplicity of it. Some guards were guarding the door, bringing out the grandeur of the mausoleum.

We all went inside, after taking off the shoes outside, to say ‘fatiha’. It was indeed a great experience, standing at the tomb of our great poet, Iqbal.

Allama Iqbal's Mausoleum (Landscape View)

Allama Iqbal's Mausoleum (Portrait View)

PS: When we came out, luckily we found our shoes intact, otherwise those unguarded pairs could have been stolen.

Big Historical Door in a Narrow Street

…..and so the story of the Lahore trip continues.

From Daata Darbaar we headed towards Badshahi mosque in yet another rickshaw brigade. The journey was as jolty as could be but since the distance was short, it didn’t matter much. When the rickshaw driver told me that we were at the destination, I didn’t quite believe it. The reason was that we were standing in a narrow street and all the signs that I could see of anything historical was one big door. I was relieved when I was told that I would definitely see something splendid once I crossed the door.

Trusting the rickshaw driver and my own instincts I entered that big door. And I was glad that I did as I was not disappointed at all.