World Affairs And Beyond

There is a point in life when people really do matter to you. There are people who will say things to bring you down and hurt you. Their hurtful words will adversely affect you; yes they will. Then there are people who will believe in you and their belief in your abilities will give you strength. You will then be able to believe in yourself and eventually will rise again. There are friends who believe in you; they are your strength ! Okay this is how I look at it sometimes...

Some people are used to slamming doors behind them. I mean literally and not figuratively . If you are one of them, try avoiding shutting the doors with a bang. People who are graceful, will always close the doors gently. Just notice, the next time someone closes a door behind them. People who slam doors are mean, rude, loud and crazy in a "not good" way. You can slam your door when you're alone and nobody is around to hear it; but when in public or with friends and family, try being polite and kind even to the door. When you have your brain completely under your control, and it can coordinate well with the rest of your body, then there is no way you will ever slam a door like a jerk. Almost everyone around me except for my dad, slams doors. Whenever I close a door, I make sure it does not make any noise. I think you can judge people's personalities by the way they normally close doors behind them. You are actually a beautiful person, if you close a ...

I remember how I befriended a stray dog. I was in this huge room where there was some partying going on. There were wide and tall windows all around. The room had two doors. The backdoor opened into a circular staircase which went up as well as down the building overseeing a wide river.  The other door opened into a hallway.

We take poets too seriously forgetting that every time they speak, it's only true for a specific moment in time and space. What is true one moment, may not necessarily be true the other moment. They feel each moment forcibly reflecting on it and penning it down. It is the emotions they pour onto their note pads. Emotions change and so do the writings. They move on and on !

Just a dialogue: The government of Khyber Pakhtoonkhwa ordered to file a case against the man who brought dengue from Lahore into Peshawar and the 7 mosquitoes which bit him. They were all arrested and brought before a session judge. Dengue infected man : It wasn't my fault that dengue is spreading fast in Peshawar. I didn't want for this to happen. I am suffering myself. It's the mosquitoes. Hang them.

There have been floods in the Province of Sindh in Pakistan this year and at the same time, we saw devastation in Vermont, a state in the United States of America, due to the Hurricane Irene. So far I did not see the Vermonters begging anyone, even their own government for help with anything after the destruction of their property and lands. In Pakistan, so much aid and relief activities are going on in Sindh right now. Both the governments of Baluchistan and Khyber Pakhtoonkhwa each have sent around 20 million rupee aid to Sindh. I was just watching Makhdoom Syed Yousaf Raza Gillani the Prime Minister of Pakistan on TV, begging the International Community for more Aid. This really appeared quite shameful to me. I was just wondering if these floods are designed or are they natural? For how long is the Pakistan government going to beg others? Are they begging for themselves? Do the ones suffering actually get the amount of help sent by the good guys?...

I was so passionate about building a nest for an injured homeless bird and its hatchlings but it just wouldn't last for long, because I didn't realize I was building it in the wrong place; it was raining too hard. It took me a long time to realize that I should first get out of the rain, choose a safe place where the rain wouldn't wash it away; that's where the nest will stick, the bird and its hatchlings will be safe.