Archive for January, 2008


Tax your brain by Ahsan Zawar





“Amreeeca musalmano ki taqqat say darta hai jabhie unko larwana kii koshish karta hai (America is afraid of the power of Muslims so it make efforts to make them fight among themselves)”.

These are the words you hear from time to time from molvis and the fact is that they have successfully transferred this thought into some sections of society through their countless attempts. The questions definitely then arises Is America really afraid of Muslims? To answer it lets follow the reasoning which has given rise to this statement. According to molvis Muslims have long ruled the world and for reasons best known by them, they are the ones who can dethrone America from World’s only super power. What is that America is really afraid of, Muslim population, let get this correct by this fact that Christianity is the most popular religion of the world with most followers.


Then it could be Muslim Technical abilities or economy, well everyone knows the kind of state in which Muslim countries are in the world, I have to say that they possess the weakest representation on the world forum. Then again why and why America has a fear? Why not China that America should be more worried of, why not the again rising Russia.


Mr. A has a small shop in unknown locality which is the most successful shop in terms of business from 10 other shops in the same locality. Mr. A has constantly updated it to meet the demands of his customers but during the last few months it has faced stiff competition from Mr. C’s shop. Mr. C’s shop has made success by differentiating the products and that has make him a bitter rival of Mr. A. There is one Mr. M who everyone is the locality is feared off, he doesn’t have a shop of his own but if not happy he can disrupt everyone’s business with threats and attacks. Now logically everyone is afraid of M’s intentions but is this fear more too A than to loose its business to C through competition.


You get it right Muslims are only like a gangster at the corner of your street who may snatch your valuables but if once everyone decides to close his chapter, he will run away like anything. By terrorizing you may pose a threat but the threat of rivalry is always the biggest. The threat to loose your status, your earnings and your power can give you sleepless nights and that’s what America is going through these days. China has kicked America out on most of the international markets and this has affected America’s position at the top.


For long every super power in world has ruled with “Divide and rule” policy and that America too followed by igniting wars in Africa and in Muslim world, this has made the demands of weapons being produced by America high which has contributed more to its rule. For long it has used the Muslims as cannon fodder (in cold war with Russia and now with War on terror), it has used them as pawns on a chess board where the front liners always give their lives to save the king behind, now with the king on move and being checked on regular basis by its rival (China) we’ll see how long the king survives before being stalemate. Yes the pawn will take the credit for the downfall of the king but the new King would not mind that at all.


Old man is loosing it




I really don’t like to write against our dearly beloved President. But what can I do he’s out there and he’s making a fool out of himself. The other day when a much respected senior Pakistani journalist Ziauddin (Dawn, london); questioned the Retd. General about Rashid Rauf (a dangerous terrorist who some how managed to disappear from police custody). Pervez Musharraf promptly accused Ziauddin of ‘casting aspersions’ and ‘undermining our forces and your own country’. In a brief but furious tirade, he questioned Ziauddin’s patriotism and professionalism.


Later on, in another address to a public gathering of his limited but ignorant supporters he comically described the whole incidence and encouraged the audience that people like Ziauddin should be thrashed. I quote him, ‘Aisay logo ko do teen tika ne chayeh!!’ Hmm.. Surprised? Not me, once a dictator always a dictator. A man who can ban TV channels just because of four TV journalists; journalists whose words were more popular among masses then his whole propaganda machinery can descend to any level.


I wonder when will he be back from his honey moon or Europe Yatra 😛 while his Awam are crying for wheat, gas, power and justice.




Follow Me, Follow You


Tens of thousands of Hong Kong people have signed up for a service that enables them to monitor the movements of their husbands or wives by mobile phone, a news report said Monday. The 3.5 US dollar a month service called “Follow Me, Follow You” offers subscribers unlimited spot searches to track a person’s location by identifying the location
of their mobile phone signal.

It can only be used to track people if both parties consent to the searches being carried out on them in the densely populated city of6.9 million, however, the South China Morning Post reported.

Tens of thousands of people have signed up for the service since its launch in 2005, the newspaper said, and the subscribers were not all suspicious wives and husbands according to the company behind it.”Most subscribers are parents who use the function to search for their kids,” a Hutchison Telecom spokesman said. “Others use it to locate elderly parents who may have lost their way home.”

Other subscribers included people who wanted to locate their maids and, of course, people who want to keep track of spouses, thespokesman told the newspaper.

Source: dpa news


Kabhee ham khoobsoorat thay…



Kabhee ham khoobsoorat thay

Kitaabon main basi khushbu ki maanind saans saakin thee

Bohat say ankahay lafzon say tasveerain banatay thay

Parindon kay paron per nazm likh ker,

door ki jheelon main basnain waalay logon ko sunaatay thay

Jo ham say door thay laikin, hamaray paas rehtay thay

Naye din ki musaafat jab kiran kay saath,

angan main utartee thee

Tu ham kehtay thay

“Ammi, titlion kay per bohat hee khoobsoorat hain”

Hamain maathay pey bosa do,,kay ham ko, titlion kay,jugnuon kay

des jaana hai

hamain rangon kay jugnoo,roshni ki titlian aawaz detee hain

Naye din ki musaafat rang main

doobi hawa kay saath khirki say bulaati hai

Hamain maathay pay bosa do…

Hamain maathay pay bosa do…

Hamain maathay pay bosa do…

-Ahmed shamim



[bosa= kiss, manind= like, titlyon= butterflies, musaafat= journey]


Random Musing#12



She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dyeing tree. I let her here my footsteps, she only go stiff for a moment.

Care for a smoke?

Lady in the red dress: “Sure!”

Lady in the red dress : I’l take one, are you as bored by the crowd as I am?

I didn’t come here for the party…. I came here for you. I watched you for days. You are everything a man can ever want… its not just your face, your figure, your voice, its your eyes. All the things that I see in your eyes….

Lady in the red dress : What is it that you see in my eyes?

I see a crazy calm, you’re sick of running, you’re ready to face what you have to face. You don’t wanna face it alone.

Lady in the red dress: No, I don’t wanna face it alone.

The wind raises electric, she’s soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume has a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright, that I’ll save her from whatever she’s scare of and take her far far away. I tell her; I love her.

[Bang !! ]

The silencer makes it whisper; the gun shot. I hold her close until she’s gone I will never know what she was running from .. I’ll cash her check in the morning.




(Frank Miller- Sin City)


Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.




This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots.I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents,

who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life. During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance.

And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death. When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. Thereis no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now. This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.

Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.



Dil hee tau hai.. Ghalib


dil hii to hai na sang-o-Khisht dard se bhar na aaye kyuu.N
roe.nge ham hazaar baar koii hame.n sataaye kyuu.N

 [sang=stone, Khisht=brick]    



dair nahii.n haram nahii.n dar nahii.n aastaa.N nahii.n
baiThe hai.n rahaguzar pe ham Gair hame.n uThaaye kyuu.N

 [dair=temple, haram=mosque, dar=gate, aastaa.N=doorstep]

qaid-e-hayaat-o-band-e-Gam asl me.n dono.n ek hai.n
maut se pahale aadamii Gam se najaat paaye kyuu.N

[qaid-e-hayaat=prison of life; band-e-Gam=bindings/chains of sorrow; najaat=freedom/liberation] 


“Ghalib”-e-Khastaa ke baGair kaun se kaam band hai.n
roiie zaar-zaar kyaa, kiijie haaye-haaye kyuu.N

 [Khastaa=wretched/durdashaa-grast; zaar-zaar=bitterly/phuuT-phuuT kar]  


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