World Affairs And Beyond

For days I have been trying to gather the courage to write a few words about the Army Public School (APS) Peshawar attack, but the tragedy was so enormous that it had paralyzed my brain. Today, I will write a few words about one of the boys' (a 10th grade student) who was martyred in the attack. " Rafiq ". Rafiq, the most beautiful bright young boy I had ever met. The son of one of my dear colleagues' and brother. I met Rafiq for the first time when he was in 7th grade. I was in my room in office, working on some reports, when I heard a sweet and soft voice outside my room. I thought it was one of the ladies from the field offices. (Something that we used to tease Rafiq about, later.) I went outside and saw a very sweet little boy in my office. He would visit his dad after school, almost everyday, before leaving for home. Another of my colleagues' was teaching him math. The day he passed his exams with flying colors, I remember it being celebrated in office

I have not posted here for quite some time now. This first day of the year 2015, I felt like penning something down after months. Wishing everyone everywhere on this earth, a very blessed new year. I hope this year brings everyone joy and happiness. Hoping we all stick to our new year's resolutions this year. I pray we hold on to the good thoughts and happy moments in life, and never keep a bad thought or a hurtful moment in our hearts and minds for long. A healthier thought process gives us a healthy life. A very Happy New Year to Everyone

Cashif Rehman, a charming young lad, from the social sector in Peshawar, Khyber Pakhtoonkhwa, beat the crap out of a "hindwana" (watermelon) to produce six glasses of juice last night for his Aftari. This led to the idea of an "On the go, Cooking show", where Cashif will play the Gullu Btutt of fruit and vegetables on the streets of Khyber Pakhtoonkhwa, beating the juice out of those different kinds of fruit and serving it to every passerby at the time of Aftari. Stay tuned guys.

Whatever you give, is what you "will" get. Such is this world. Be kind, and the universe will be kind to you. Be mean and the universe will treat you accordingly. Respect and you will be respected in return. Disrespect, and you will be disrespected.    Maybe not that instant, not that day, not that month, not that year,  but trust me, karma is a bitch and she will come and get you. You will not find any place to hide. Not just you, but your future generations too. Harass one person, and Karma will make sure your future generations are harassed the same way for the times to come. Whatever you do, you initiate a chain reaction.   Whatever you give (good or bad), you give it to yourself in the future. 

We humans, the silly creatures that we are,  spend all our lives in search of our destiny;  while destiny is what happens to us each day along the way.  All the good and the bad, the happy and the sad.

I have come across people who enter into marriages, particularly love marriages, with the hope that they will transform their lives magically. They think love marriages are like magic, and work miracles; the way they see on television. If you are not happy being single, you can never be happy being married. Happiness comes from within. Marriage, be it arranged or love, needs a lot of work. Building homes takes energy, time, compromises and patience. It does not need "love" alone. Homes break when you listen to the judgements of other people about the people you live with. First of all, when entering into a love marriage, if you expect all your wishes and desires to be met by your loyal slave only at the wave of your magic wand, then you are an idiot. That is not how marriages work. If you enter into marriage with the aim of controlling your in-laws, you are being an idiot once again, driven by Adrenalin and ambition, or maybe by Star Plus. You probably could not find

You are "bitter" because I am "better". When someone is not treating you right, they are bitter because they know you are better and they cannot digest this fact !