Your mind is the King of yourself

From my humble experiences of life, I can now safely say that idleness itself is the cause of demotivation. Lack of communication being the other, and these are the absolute certain. To all those, struggling with hard times either physical or bitter thoughts in mind I have a simple advice for you. Your mind is the King of yourself. Let it rule, that is precisely what it does. An inactive machinery is useless and cause of distress; obey your leader, answer your king and ask for the commands; provide information for that is something most important. And I promise you the improvement of mind and body – and ofcourse, the soul.

Vanished

Vanished – I was. And can’t promise I won’t be anymore. Truth is, I know there are many proxies in existence but it’s still not the same. It feels ‘different’ using a proxy; to read, or, to write. I have thought about to shift the blogging host but so far I have been unable to convince myself to leave a ‘home’. Eventually, I might; Soon – perhaps.

As for those who might have wondered about me, nothing much have had happened. The thing I am suppose to write (educational that is) is still incomplete. Mom went for Umrah and is back already. And that’s about it.

Anonymous proxy.

Using anonymous proxy for your own blog, it feels like entering your own home using a window that opens in one of the backside rooms. Anyway.

Finally, it seems like I have found some pace again in reading after a long time. I m done with ‘Angels and Demons’ by Dan Brown and I already finished some 200 pages of ‘Raja Gidh’ by Bano Qudsia. And I have two books lined up after this. Although, there is something important waiting for my attention and so far I have been unable to deliver what it demands. Lets see.

Quote(s) of the day.

“Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.”

Bill Cosby.

“Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.”

Martin Luther King, Jr.

“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”

Friedrich Nietzsche.

I will not abolish my dreams.

They make me what I am and they make me what I want to be, atleast, in dreams. In the absence of the entities that I am used to of, I can still be a part of unity – in relation – of such.

I realize the void, vague reality or rather futility of dreams. But that is to, the substantial world; for inner world though, the same futility can be the completeness of one’s self. Like all the souls in the world I have gained some, and lost some of the treasures that I wish, I never had lost. But I am thankful to God for giving me the ability to forget – forgetting is a blessing – or all the pain would kill us one day. And of course for the ability to dream, to imagine; so I can preserve what I once had as absolute.

Strange thought just crossed my mind; I think, if you read the above lines again you will notice a reflection – of you.

Yahoo! Answers.

Few days ago, finally, I did visit Yahoo! Answers and realized it can be a good time killing place if needed. There are a lot of questions being asked in almost whatever you could be interested in and along with others, you can answer too. And so can you ask the weirdest question in mind.

Apart from that, I watched ‘Rang de Basanti’ again on cable, and, well, you may say I have a weird taste in movies, but I actually did like it. (I didn’t though when I watched it first time). I think, Amir’s movies are more like cheese, ‘you need to develop the taste.’

Write write write.

Sitting, and sipping the Hot Nescafe here I am, writing for the heck of it. Okay, correction, it’s not Hot, it’s rather Warm since I don’t really drink Hot tea/coffee, I atleast give it ten minutes to cool down from its boiling point.

Write write write. But what? I have no idea; I have no thoughts, nothing in particular happening that I would like to share. Other then that, if anyone cares, I finished ‘Deception Point’ and already started ‘Angels and Demons’ by Dan Brown. After this just one more book to go by Mr. Brown. And in future, I will list his name in my Must Read Authors.

Hmmmmm.

Enough few lines for the post?

Aai mehboob merey...

Aai mehboob merey..
ye kis dar la khara kia?
na jewan hai, na maran hai
na chain,... na mukhtal

konain ki bhi hadoon se agay..
ik ajab jannat bassi hai jahan
mei khud ko aseer pata hun..

jesay zinda mujassim..
muhtaj hai dharkanon ka
apni roh ko mei...
teri deedni ka faqeer pata hun

aai balam...
mein talib-e-tarahum hun
rihai ka, ...barda-e-tanhai se...
matloob hai sangum mujhay
ramish,...deed teri...
mera jism,..meri roh
kashkol hai bus,...aai dayyak..
aai mehboob merey...
bhar day meri pyasi banhon ko
abreshmi badan se apnay...
nazakat-e-tarrahi sa namona,
deda-e-zaib kamar...
sudaul sa surmai wajood tera...
thaam lon...akwar lon

teri bay tarteeb sansain
meri bay tarteeb dharkanain
tera larazta,..nigar badan
merey laraztay,..dhahaktay lab...
faslay,.. mitatay chalain...

gulab rukhsaron ke uper
mukallal se nain tere
multamis hun mein bus...
un ki ik nazar ka
majzoob kefiyat se...
miftah-e-rihai ka...
aai mehboob mere...
mei talib,... tu mauhib
mei faqr,... tu muwaqur
narwa hai khluot buhut
mujh ko humayon ker day....
aai mehboob merey.

Feb 20th 2006. 2:30 AM

The Da Vinci Code.

After all the hype about the book I thought I will give it a try. And, after a long time, I managed to complete a book – that too, in four days. So yes, I will put the book’s name in one of the finest reads.

I am not going to write about the book, as much has been discussed all over the net and blogs. I will just add my name in the list of the victims, of the, The Da Vinci Code.

Bits and pieces.

• There are always some major points in your life that shape the way you think, change it completely or amend the thought process. It doesn’t mean the way you speak, walk or write apparently changes but the way you look at things becomes totally different. I think – January 2006 is one of those points in my life.

• Things that deeply impact your life does not need to be extraordinaire, it can be a small event, or just few words someone delivered; and it don’t even have to be directed towards you.

• Conversation between two people can make you realize how important someone is, to you. And how you would like to live your life, for them.

• Relationships have become more important to me. Separation is a fact of life in one form or the other – in this short life people are, to be united and loved; and not divided or detested.

• There is no relationship between two persons but relation itself is a separate entity and we, the people, are the links in it. Firm relation needs to ensure every link in the whole chain is strong; and sometimes being strong means – being flexible.

• I will have to live with some vacuities in my life, and there is no escape. I have imagined longing eyes waiting for some of the loved ones but before they arrive, angel of death finds her.

Different world.

The world that already seems to be normal again is not the same as it used to be; and the feeling of being convinced, of being hapless. I have lived years in disquiet because I was too young to be told that my grandfather passed away (in my folks view) but I feel I rather had to know. I wasn’t there when my grandmother (dadi) died – and yet it had to happen again at the time when I desperately didn’t want it to.

My Nani passed away too. I am not saying I wasn’t ready, but, just one last chat, to tell her now she really looked old; or to lie, things will get better again soon. Having lived with her in my childhood we shared a bond and lots of memories. Her comfy lap that I have slept into thousands of times, breakfasts in winter with butter, honey, tea and her paratha’s and my argument on making my paratha myself. The world’s most relaxing head massage one can ever had was from her hands and none of it has left.

Previously – and today, I have spent minutes (if not hours) looking at the cursor – or the keyboard, lost in scattered thoughts which bring either a dead smile on my lips or is strong enough to ache and make my eyes wet. But I have failed to bring them into words and I know – I will never be.

Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday Mona

Prayers and wishes on your way. Have a blast and have many more, filled with joy, success and fun.

Mehndi again.

This time I did try my skills with Mehndi on Mom's hand. Laughing is strictly prohibited.

Quote of the day.

“There are three things I have always loved, and never understood – painting, music, women.”

Fontenelle.

Who killed me?

Fate? World? Chances? Circumstances? People? Luck?...

…Or was it only me.

There is a big difference, big difference between you and me. Yes You; and Me.  No matter how beautiful I seem to be, it is just the mere shell, which might burst any time, like a bubble, just like that.

I am scared, I am scared when it does, the smile on your lips will vanish in a flash. Like it does from a child’s face when a balloon unexpectedly bursts; and the perplex, what on earth happened? I am not pretty inside that shell, I will be ashamed; embarrassed. The dirt on my skin and the wounds on my soul; smell, that is unbearable. Torn apart, thrown stuff, ugly wrinkles and stains – that would be me.

And I am scared, I am scared for myself. I am too weak to hold down what I have and I know one strong jolt of the wind and everything is gone. I am scared. I am…

There are times when dreams and desires are meaningless, and the only thing that matters is – survival. I will live; I hope. But everything else is vague.

Height of insanity.

I have touched the height of insanity. I have started to see fellow bloggers in the dreams. Somebody find me a psychiatrist.

Quote of the day.

“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”

Albert Pike.

I hate myself.

At around 10:30 this morning when I had to stop on the traffic signal, this old guy reached me and asked for a lift. The auto response of my senses was “No” with a shake of my head, as 99% of the time people reaching you at the signals are the beggars. And because of the law and order situation I am never comfortable giving anyone a lift either.

He stepped off.

I looked at him moving off and realized he was just an old man. While I was still in the dilemma to ask him, to come back, or let go, signal went green and he moved a bit too far too. I moved on – trying to find him in the back mirror. Miserably hating myself and asking, if need be, why would anyone help me when I couldn’t (didn’t) help others? That too at the cost of nothing, when all I had to do was say “Yes” – or wouldn’t God ask why I seek refuge now when I didn’t help His creatures?

Quote(s) of the day.

“The best way to make your dreams come true is – to wakeup!!”

Anonymous



“Circumstances are beyond human control, but our conduct is in our power.”

Benjamin Disraeli  



“Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.”

Voltaire

Mehndhi/Henna designs.

Any female readers of my blog willing to volunteer to apply mehndi/henna on my mom’s hands? She’s going to attend this wedding today and she wants me to make some designs with Henna, on her hands. I told her I will only end up making few random lines that won’t make any sense.

Alas. She will probably go without Henna on her hands.

IIS is not running ASP.Net version 1.1.

Like always I was up last night and bored, and out of no where I thought lets check ASP.Net, since it’s been more then a year when I even saw its face in development environment. So I enabled IIS’s service, opened up the development environment of Visual Studio.Net 2003 and when I tried to create a new ASP project; BANG, comes an error message “Visual Studio.Net has detected that the specified Web Server is not Running ASP.Net version 1.1.”. WTF.

When you start something again after a long time, and you know your skills are rusted like an old car, the first impression you get of yourself is “I am doing something wrong”. I tried to check the things in my mind what could possibly be the problem? If I have framework version 1.1. installed in my machine why doesn’t IIS have ASP.Net 1.1? So maybe when I was installing it back then I chose not to or ignored? In any case I reinstalled framework 1.1. but the error remained the same.

Whatever reason it had been but it turned out that my IIS server was still using ASP.Net version 1.0. Just to check I created a manual test project in IIS and configured it to use ASP.Net ver 1.1. and then link it to Visual Studio.Net 2003 but this attempt failed as well. So the only way was I needed to update IIS and its script maps, that I didn’t know how to. I searched the net and it turned out I only needed to run aspnet_regiis.exe file with –r switch.

Ahh well, if any of you ever face a similar problem the file aspnet_regiis.exe is located in “DRIVE:\WINDOWS\Microsoft.Net\Framework\v1.1.4322\” (v1.0.3705 for version 1.0) And if you want to check what ASP.Net version your IIS server is configured to use you can follow the instruction bellow. (I am so nice I took some screen shots for you people, okay okay I am not nice, I was just bored and needed to kill some time.)






Open IIS Admin, right click on any of your web portal and click properties.













In portal’s properties window, go to directory tab and click configuration.










Select .aspx (if there is no .aspx your IIS server is not configured to use ASP.Net) and click edit.








Here, you can see what version it is, v1.1.4322 is version 1.1 and if its v1.0.3705, its version 1.0.




Okay so, today’s tutorial ends here, and since its almost 11 in the morning, I will go sleep now.

Happy Birthday Dear Friend.

Words fail; and you don’t have gesture to express your wishes. But no matter how difficult, rather impossible it is to express your true wishes, what alternative do we have? In the end, we are left with those simple words again, which can not hold the immense trueness which was meant to convey; and a hope, that you may, will comprehend, how deeply and truly I meant what I say.

On this very day I wish God will advert His sense of aesthetics towards you and adorn you like asphodel, make you luminous in beauty and speech; so that others may benefit from your atticism, exhorted words and amiable self. And your inner incandescent may help you find a way out when you find yourself intent in the darkest days of life.

I wish that you may never abnegate when dealing with fate, luck or difficult people and it may not take long before success surrenders in your feet. You may not fall into decoy or disquiet rather ameliorate; and you live a blissful life.

And I wish you beauty; beauty of soul and skin. Kind of beauty that makes all other flora callow when you glow, make them feeble. Praises become inevitable, beauty that makes you laudable, loveable. Gorgeous lineaments; view of which may give riddance from the prison of tormented. An utter joy – just by looking at you. Venerate – in the eyes of the beholder.

This is not an attempt to versify, but exertion just to tell you this:

Happy Birthday.

Have a wonderful day and joyful life ahead.

Walking on the side road.

Walking on the side road I often feel the world around me is much faster in their pace. High speed vehicles and jam packed roads; either my mind doesn’t fit in or they are in a different frame of reference. Not only the physical velocity is different but the expressions on the faces. Out of blue, sometimes, I find some lonely expressions too; perhaps the time I feel I am not alone. There are other alike.

Its not that I never tried to catch up, I often run hard, so hard, and for some brief time I am one of them but it doesn’t take too long to realize I am too exhausted. I can’t run anymore. I fell of with broken breath, uneven heart beat and my lonely gazes trying to find those, who were with me, for a moment. But they are long gone.

Confused.

And the life fails; one way or the other. Death occurs; sooner or later.

What is success? Or failure? Even if it is something metaphysical what good will it bring when the existence itself is temporary. Something – that will fade away. Or if it does have its own colors and attributes that you can touch and feel in your own way wouldn’t the question will still remains the same?

It is something like a recursive loop in life to keep us busy, dream – try – success – dream – try – failure – dream – try – success; until you are finished, what then? The unimportance of the success is also evident when you fail; life goes on, you just lost some of the time as you were kept busy in the loop; and the new loop starts.

The good thing about jogging.

The good thing about jogging is there comes a point when your mind is totally empty. There is no thought, there is no concern, there is no memory; you are just running – and running.

Possessed by Google Adscene.

Google has taken over my Blog too as it always does to other web sites, Orkut and Blogger are two examples. Big fish always eats the small one. I am possessed by Google’s offers and I have started to believe it will make me rich (Okay that was a joke :p). But here is a long term planning I did, lets assume I earn $10 a month, that’s $120 a year and $3600 after 30 years. So why let go $3600 when I retire? I will cash my money then and I have 30 years to decide what I want to do with it.

Protective Parent.

My mom is very protective kind; back in school when I was pre-teen to mid teens I almost never got permission to go to school picnics, when they used to go to beaches and lakes etc. and then, I used to think, when I am grown old and have my own kids, I wont stop them and let them have all the fun they can, with fellow pupils.

Yesterday, when my Aunt told me my cousin (6th grader, 10 years old) will be going to sands pit for a camp fire arranged by his school I bombarded her with ten fifteen quick questions, filled with worst possible scenarios what could happen. Who is going to take care of him? And all the “what if’s?” And he is only my cousin. I am not going to be a parent any time soon, that I know for sure, but I have serious doubts if I will be able to keep the promise that once I made to myself. I am still hugely in favor of to let kids go and enjoy, brighten their horizons, but, not at the risk of their safety. I think, I will be a protective parent too.

Pizza.

So who said I can’t make a delicious Prawn Pizza? I can not only make one that is deliciously edible but, one that is equally good looking. And I am thinking to be a little generous and tell you guys my secret recipe. Ahh well, first you might want to take a look at my pizza. (Please pardon the ‘thing’ in which my sweet pizza is placed, that was the only thing I could find)



Anyway, so you want to make a pizza like this? Get your pencils before you read on, you won’t find such a secret elsewhere.

Step 1. Go to your nearest general/super store.
Step 2. Buy a ‘Food Mart’s’ pizza.
Step 3. Place the pizza in already hot oven for 15 min (200 degrees)
Step 4. Use the grill for a min or two.
Step 5. Take a pic before you serve.

See, that simple! So when are you going to try it out?

PS: Ahh well, yes, you guessed it right, technically I am bored and have nothing else to do.

Who they really are?

Just now, I was reading a blog of someone I know online. Not that I know this person very well but we have chatted various times from past year or two. And I was wondering how different people are in their chats and on their blogs; and perhaps in their real lives.  This raised another question, who they really are? The one I know on chat, or the one on the blog? Or perhaps neither, they are different in real life too? And this raised another question as well. That is, if I stand on the same road too? Am I different for the people who know me here and there?

To every woman who's worth a lot

Saw this on one of the discussion boards I go to, posted by Azad. I searched for it to find the original author but couldn’t, at various places it says author unknown. Anyway, it is worth a read.



In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question......

"What kind of man are you looking for?"

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking. "Do you really want to know?"

Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."

She began to expound... As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more." I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life.

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man. I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself." When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.

He said, "You're asking a lot."

She replied, "I'm worth a lot."