THE RAT RACE - AN URDU POEM
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Posted:Apr 13, 2007 6:58 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2007 7:18 am 2779 Views
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The poem below titled SAA NS LENE KE LIYE WAQT NAHI (NO TIME TO BREATHE) is in Urdu :
Har khushi hai logon ke daman mein,
Par ek hansi ke liye waqt nahin.
Din raat daudti duniya mein,
Zindagi ke liye hi waqt nahin.
Maa ki loree ka ehsaas to hai,
Par maa ko maa kehne ka waqt nahin.
Saare rishton ko to hum maar chuke,
Ab unhen dafnane ka bhi waqt nahin.
Saare naam mobile mein hain,
Par dosti ke liye waqt nahin.
Gairon ki kya baat karen,
Jab apno ke liye hi waqt nahin.
Aankhon me hai neend badee,
Par sone ka waqt nahin.
Dil hai ghamon se bhara hua,
Par rone ka bhi waqt nahin.
Paison ki daud me aise daude,
Ki thakne ka bhi waqt nahin.
Paraye ehsason ki kya kadr karein,
Jab apne sapno ke liye hi waqt nahin.
Tu hi bata E zindagi,
Iss zindagi ka kya hoga,
Ki har pal marne walon ko,
Jeene ke liye bhi waqt nahin.......
In English :
Happiness is all there
But there is no time to laugh
In this world running aimlessly
day in and day out
There is no time for real life.
Mama's lullaby is oft reminisced
But there is no time to call out to mama
Having killed all our relationship
There is no time to inter them.
All names are stored in the cell phone
But there is no time for friendship
What to talk of others
There is no time with and for our own.
Eyes are heavy with sleep
But there is no time to sleep
The heart is full of lamenations
There is no time for a good cry.
Such a rat race there is for money
That there is no time to be exhausted
How can others' feelings be understood
When there is no time for ourselves and ours.
Tell me, oh life
What will happen to you
Why those who die every moment
Have no time to live ...............
I came across this poem on the rat race that life is these days yesterday.
Sharing it happily with all friends at SFF - I am hopeful that we will find time to SMILE or LAUGH - no crying please unless you really need to. 
LOVE 
PEACE
HARMONY 
Best wishes to all - have a beautiful weekend.
Govind
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HAPPINESS AND MATERIALISM
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Posted:Apr 10, 2007 5:12 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 6:50 pm 3155 Views
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Complete freedom from want, be it physical or material has often been stated to be what our soul needs.
Materialistic paucity seems to deprive most of us or at least diminish our joy of living. We often become severely distressed by such lack. In all our ailments, which top is unhappy circumstance, we do all we can to get well.
Poverty, that is, when we can not afford material possessions, in life is not very enjoyable. We are unable to live the way we wish or do the things we want. Poverty oppresses and incapacitates. We are all desirous of eradicating our own poverty and as far as possible and also the poverty in society.
There have been many instances where we witness unhappiness despite all the wealth and possessions. This is because of the our frailty in the form of absence of restraint and curtailment of desires especially of the variety whose fulfilment may deprive others of the basic needs or hurt others emotionally when considered within the framework of established and evolved rules of he society.
Princess Diana had everything. She was at the highest rung of the social ladder not only in her own country by being married to the future king of England but also there was nothing material that she could not afford. Yet the absence of restraint, made her unhappy and thus indulge in conduct unacceptable to cerain sections of the society which, by itself, aggravated her unhappiness. While one may argue against her having everything because she did not have love, I shall simply consider it as absence of spiritual fulfilment by a good inward look. Needless to say, that it applies, perhaps in a greater measure, to the goings on between Prince Charles and his present consort.
Mine just happens to be a view point which can be debated in the case mentioned above but I shall urge a serious consideration of the factors of restraint and curtailment of desires.
Sir John Templeton is known to have created some of the world’s largest and most successful international investment funds. Now in his nineties, he is a full time philanthropist. For his contribution and accomplishents, he has been knighted in 1987. There is an excellent summation that was made by him after years of chase of material (as well as the spiritual) wealth in a recent statement attributed to him which reads, "I focus on spiritual wealth now, and I am busier, more enthusiastic, and more joyful than I have ever been.”
This is total wealth, the spiritual wealth which is a necessary accompniment to material wealth - spiritual wealth gives us the ability to live in happiness without the material wealth but the converse is not true.
May all of us be happy always .
Best wishes to all,
Govind
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A SIMPLE HUG
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Posted:Apr 7, 2007 9:36 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2007 6:02 am 3218 Views
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There's something in a simple hug
That always warms the heart;
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part.
A hug is a way to share the joy
And sad times we go through,
Or just a way for friends to say
They like you 'cause you're you.
Hugs are meant for anyone
For whom we really care,
From your grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear.
A hug is an amazing thing --
It's just the perfect way
To show the love we're feeling
But can't find the words to say.
It's funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good;
In every place and language,
It's always understood.
And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts -
Just open up your arms
And open up your hearts.
~Author Unknown~
Best wishes to all,
Govind
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FEMALE PRODUCTS
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Posted:Apr 1, 2007 6:09 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2007 6:11 pm 3013 Views
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Sharing with you a mail from a friend.
Ok, I'm the only female in a house full of guys: 4 sons and a hubby. Toilet seat never down, etc.-you get the picture. Therefore, I'm the only one who would be using Female products, correct?
A strange thing was happening at my house: tampons were disappearing.
*insert Twilight Zone theme*
It started a few months ago, when I went to my cupboard to get out a tampon and there was only one left. I could have sworn I had just bought a box the month before. So, I go back to the store, buy a new box and forget about it.
The next month (that time of month), I go back to the cupboard and viola! there is only one tampon left, again! What is going on here? Gremlins? Total memory failure?
I go to the store, buy another box and try to chalk it up to forgetfulness, but am really wondering, now.
Later in the month, I decide to clean out my two youngest sons' closet and, Low and Behold! at the bottom of their closet are the wrappers, applicators, and the tampon themselves!
Now I am starting to freak... Dear God, what are they doing with them?!!
I get hold of myself, tell myself that "I am an Adult" and can handle this-despite the bizarre thoughts running through my mind. Wondering, "Do I have enough money saved up in the bank for MAJOR THERAPY?"
I go to the stairs and yell to my two youngest sons to "Come Here, RIGHT NOW!!!"
With their usual lack of speed, they finally appear in their room to find me staring into the bottom of their closet.
I firmly, but with control, ask, "What are you doing with THOSE? Those are MINE!"
My 12 year old looks like a deer caught in the headlights and is silent.
My 10 year old looks at me, all innocent, and says, "Well, Mom, we were playing with our G.I. Joes and THOSE make really good SCUD missiles. What do YOU use them for?"
"NEVER MIND...GO PLAY!!!!"
Laugh away.
Best wishes,
Govind
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THINGS DIVINE
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Posted:Apr 1, 2007 6:00 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2007 6:12 pm 3059 Views
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These are the things I hold divine:
A trusting 's hand laid in mine,
Rich brown earth and wind-tossed trees,
The taste of grapes and the drone of bees,
A rhythmic gallop, long June days,
A rose-hedged lane and lovers' lay,
The welcome smile on neighbors' faces,
Cool, wide hills and open places,
Breeze-blown fields and silver rye,
The wild, sweet note of the plover's cry,
Fresh spring flowers and scent of box,
The soft pale tint of the garden phlox,
Lilacs blooming, a drowsy noon,
Rolling Meadows and storm-washed heights,
A fountain murmur on summer nights,
A dappled fawn in the forest hush,
Simple words and the song of thrush,
Rose-red dawns and a mate to share,
With comrade soul my gypsy fare,
A waiting fire when the twilight ends,
A gallant heart and the voice of friends.
~Author Unknown~
Best wishes,
Govind
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AN INTERVIEW WITH GOD
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Posted:Mar 30, 2007 6:59 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2007 9:12 am 3084 Views
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I dreamed I had an interview with God.
"Come in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?"
"If you have the time," I said.
God smiled and said: "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything; What questions do you have in mind to ask me?"
"What surprises you most about mankind?"
God answered:
"That they get bored of being , are in a rush to grow up, and then long to be again.
"That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health.
"That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future.
"That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had never lived."
God's hands took mine and we were silent for awhile and then I asked...
"As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your to learn?"
God replied with a smile:
"To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can do is to let themselves be loved.
"To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their lives, but who they have in their lives.
"To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. All will be judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis!
"To learn that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.
"To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them.
"To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.
"To learn that there are persons that love them dearly, but simply do not know how to express or show their feelings.
"To learn that money can buy everything but happiness.
"To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it totally different.
"To learn that a true friend is someone who knows everything about them...and likes them anyway.
"To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others, but that they have to forgive themselves."
I sat there for awhile enjoying the moment. I thanked Him for his time and for all that He has done for me and my family, and He replied, "Anytime. I'm here 24 hours a day. All you have to do is ask for me, and I'll answer."
~Author Unknown ~
A cut & paste job of parts of something I was reading this afternoon - I had to share it with all of my friends here at SFF.
Best wishes,
Govind
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FROM ME TO YOU
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Posted:Mar 29, 2007 6:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2007 10:08 pm 3069 Views
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I got a dozen roses,
From a friend the other day,
But I only have one left,
For I gave them all away.
I gave one to my sister,
Who to me is very dear,
In hopes that it will bring to her
A little floral cheer.
I took one to a friend
Who's not feeling very well;
The flower or the visit
Which helped more ... I could not tell.
One went to a friend
I haven't known for very long;
She struggles ... so in some small way
I hope this helps her carry on.
The rest went to the ones
Who've helped me in so many ways;
They have been a cheerful presence
On my very dreary days.
The roses were so pretty
I just could not keep them all,
Except one single bud standing
Beautiful and tall.
My friend gave me the flowers
To help brighten up my day,
But the biggest joy I received
Was in giving them away.
Best wishes to all - someone who wishes to remain anonymous sent it to me and I derive great pleasure in sharing it with all of you.
Govind
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SHMILY FOR YOU
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Posted:Mar 27, 2007 6:08 pm
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2007 4:07 am 3336 Views
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My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky experience.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for letting me see.
~©Laura Jeanne Allen~
Best wishes to all; it is a beautiful sorry - a SHMILY for all my friends .
Best wishes,
Govind
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