Thursday, December 30, 2004
The Story of a Clown
The Story of a Clown
A certain man made an appointment to see a psychologist. He arrived at the psychologist's office and said to him, "Doctor, I always feel depressed. No matter what I do I still feel depressed. I just don't know what to do." The psychologist looked at him and said, "Come with me to the window." The man followed and then the psychologist pointed outside and said, "Do you see that tent over there in the distance? Well, there is a circus in town and it is really good. There are lots of acts to watch; especially the clown acts. And there is one clown in particular who is extremely funny. He will make you rock with laughter over and over again. Go and see that clown and I guarantee that you will not have reason to be depressed again!"
The man turned to the psychologist with sad eyes and said, "Doctor, I am that clown!"
A certain man made an appointment to see a psychologist. He arrived at the psychologist's office and said to him, "Doctor, I always feel depressed. No matter what I do I still feel depressed. I just don't know what to do." The psychologist looked at him and said, "Come with me to the window." The man followed and then the psychologist pointed outside and said, "Do you see that tent over there in the distance? Well, there is a circus in town and it is really good. There are lots of acts to watch; especially the clown acts. And there is one clown in particular who is extremely funny. He will make you rock with laughter over and over again. Go and see that clown and I guarantee that you will not have reason to be depressed again!"
The man turned to the psychologist with sad eyes and said, "Doctor, I am that clown!"
Collé by Zee'Ay at 8:26 AM
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Mourning (Tsunami victims)
DrowNed
NotE:Not Asian,i know.But they can share better.
To a mother:
Cry aloud,
You are the mother,
If they were yours
Then you cannot believe,
In Him or anything
To a father:
Your wish must be death,
Or is there someone left?
Moan If you have found your dead
To a dead child:
Please tell me it was easy,
Was it with your mother?
Death cannot be this mean,
Tell me it was all over
In a mothers clutch.
To a fisherman:
They had pushed you
To the edge of the land.
Don`t you think your god just fell
Short of them?
To the dead:
You cant have a burial,
Or there will be more deaths
Your obituary is,
A swift disposal of the dead.
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:48 AM
Oh ive been Selfish!..
In one's owns feeling, how can i b so selfish abt life, abt emotions, abt feelings,to ppl,may b to Allah too!im not here to blurr out my stupid theories ive concluded since yday,dat human mind never stops making foolish points n u think i m goin to write them here?
oh well u ve already seen how slappy i m so nothing new. ve r acquaintance wid each other. ....aint we?
y do v always thinks abt our selfves asking Allah y us?...oh just y us?..y the hell it has to b us widout looking arnd , sencing other precence.
i've realised wht abt me?..wht abt us? we hav lost only one....
think abt those, who dnt even know there wud b no name of their ancestors , family,...the next day. who dnt knwo they r having their last dinner ev together, ev happy, ev alive?
oh dat really helps!..by thinking of them...
atleats my love one is sleeping somwhr....others dnt even gt place to sleep or a piece to get covered wid,
oh this is life control by Almighty!
but agn this selfish crazy thing v call heart!......never stops thinking abt ownself.
i just simply pray for ev1!...who lost or gain , happy or in sorrow , pain , in relief..
just Allah blessed them n all n me too..!..i may not go further to my binds...
its just only i've never lost somone like dat, somone whom ive adored alot , somone who has adored me alot...becuse i know whn next time i'm going to visit there ...tht somone won't b there to...
makes us laugh, share feeling, goof around, mimicing pals,taking me to eat lahori chat,samosey n bbQ,to fight on my behalf,to hav fun wid his kids, to get angry on me whn i gt sad...to arrange big parties for me,ahhh!...to accompany us....its just eating me....just eating me
...oh agan ive been selfish.think abt others zara...u bug head!
oh frsutration frustation frustation !
whr to get it out!...it was enuff for saroosh to listen to me all night balbbering my concious out...well y do i hav to take it on my mind, y cant i stop fighting...oh u bug head zara!
atleast u just can't say me bacK!
dats the only reason i like u ..u know dat?
i just pray for him to b bblessed by Allah for his bad sins n deeds n get him a nice place in Jannah!
n pray for all those who gt only pieces of leaves to cover themselves whn theyve gone to their long sleep.
oh innocent!.........just bless them Allah!
i guess i m sounding philosy?..aint i?
oh jeez i m no person to talk like dat....
better b off..
just thx to U...for listening me...in bad ,old,creepy,goofy,rusty,bitter,funny,happy,sorrow,blunt,dark,emotion,hurtful,cheery selves!...atleast u dnt answer me back like saroosh!
freaky? oh so freaky ...dats me!
Collé by Zee'Ay at 7:39 AM
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
A lost in Life
glOOm
Hi people i wud jus like to celebrate the life of my mamoo AMJAD MALIK, who died in pakistan yesterday of a heart attack. I would like to pray for a good life for his wife Rukhsana and his two children Fatma 11 and miriam 8. I would like to celebrate his wonderful character, his simpleness, not taking part in fights or being greedy, his love for his kids how he doted on them and fulfilled their every need he was a great man. I am very sad to hear of his death.
Amjad mamoo
A great father (marymum and fatma)
A doting husband (Gurya)
A Son to be proud of (Malik fateh Muhammad, jamila begum)
A brother to adore (riffat, iffat, nighat, arshad, aslam, ashraf)
An uncle to admire (saba, sahr, zara, saroosh, khizar, tahir, babloo, fadi, shafaq, ayesha, faizan, ali hasan, ahad, faiza, ruha, anam, zoya)
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:11 PM
Sunday, December 26, 2004
How caN sOmething so good bE so bad at the EnD?
The act of living is an amazingly energetic process. To live, sugar molecules are combusted in the presence of oxygen. This releases ATP - the energy Dollar.But in this life process - of which oxygen is a vital part - the molecule is momentarily turned into a pair of radicals. These highly reactive radicals damage the infrastructure of the cell - DNA, organelles, membranes etc.
The long-term result is what is known as 'ageing'. Over the years, the cumulative effects of breathing causes us to wrinkle, slow down, have cancers, think later and lose our hair.
It's an irony that the very air we need to live is also the cause of our death.
One cannot but marvel at the beauty, subtlety and sophistication by which our lives are clocked. Our lifetime is literally measured by the number of breaths we take.
Collé by Zee'Ay at 6:10 PM
Friday, December 24, 2004
?Don'T KnOw
?Don`t know ?I am not what I used to be.
I am not what I appear to be.
I am not what i want to be
Should i not CEASE to BE??
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:29 AM
The Power of Words
The power of words
A group of frogs were travelling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. You see this frog was deaf, unable to hear the others plea. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
This story teaches two lessons:- There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill him/her. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. So from this day forward, think before you speak.
A group of frogs were travelling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all of their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. You see this frog was deaf, unable to hear the others plea. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
This story teaches two lessons:- There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill him/her. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. So from this day forward, think before you speak.
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:07 AM
Friday, December 17, 2004
The Chicken
The ChickenOnce upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle's nest rested. The eagle's nest contained four large eagle eggs. One day an earthquake rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to roll down the mountain, to a chicken farm, located in the valley bellow. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle's egg, so an old hen volunteered to nature and raise the large egg. One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born. Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken. The eagle loved his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a game, on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies. "Oh", the eagle cried, "I wish I could soar like those birds". The chickens roared with laughter, "You can not soar with those birds! You are a chicken and chickens do not soar". The eagle continued staring, at his real family up above, dreaming that he could be with them. Each time, the eagle would let his dreams be known, he was told it couldn't be done and that is what the eagle learned to believe. The eagle, after time, stopped dreaming and continued to live his life like a chicken. Finally, after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away.
You become what you believe you are, so if you ever dream to become an eagle follow your dreams not the words of a chicken
Collé by Zee'Ay at 6:40 AM
The House of 1000 Mirrors
from izzah's-chowkiLong ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
Collé by Zee'Ay at 6:37 AM
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
InFuCeLsM InfectioN...Flattered..!
Once was just wandering around frm site to site..gushing into muzik..Pakbeats! a site for underground artist..
ok i know not everyone knows who r underground artist i my self never known before.
they r artist working underground,working not on commercial bases i guess...just for them selves,passion n talent..well i basically dnt know the right defination, oh c'Mon wht u expected?
i saw a profile,of a reviewed artist.
MuZiQtriX~
Random intrO: Canadian,musician,plays for his passion,for himself, wid 2 albums so far.
InfuCelsM Infection!
lOlz looks like a disease isn't it?...i myself dunno wht does it mean, my qS is still on the waiting list:P
tried his tracks...gosh im flattered!
its different, it real is different!
oh i know dats so typical to call different, ev1 says they 're different but his piece of music really is.i wonder how it wud like b to play for one'self?...n the outcome it gives.
n e ways..i was just whamp by the first track i heard n punch in n mailed him.
well hastiy n curious is wht i say Human Nature...so cudnt help,
Stop lookin at me like tht!
now ive listened his both 2 albums, n i'm really impressed.
i dnt go for every isty piece of music, somthin good n wid quality is wht i aprove .
nothin much nothin less.
well ok fi9 but its not only me...even ,y frens hav tried teh music...
songs like loves bright.obsession,consolation,trust are llike one's dark sides...it makes u feel link wid ur own shadows ..
i wish i cude gt tht on html..piracy oh yeah ...the person will be running wid a dagger after me..
I'm no big of philOsy cat(philosopher)..
just say wht comes..n take it as it is.
n wht else..?
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:10 AM
ZarA!...long time no see?
Randoms:-well i ve been not writing in my blog like for 3 weeeks?..
woah dat long i wonder how m i supposed to print alll the info of events happened in btw tht time period?...
life'll b dat fast ,i never know....once i was a care free bird flying here n there n in a sudden, time, changes everything...
well dats time we're talking abt. as recently me n a person i know wwere recalling the old day, though im not dat old either but there was a time "childhood" we say....who can 4gt tht?
everybody gt their own pieces of memories. bad,old,blue,flu,weepin,laughin,teasin..
oh sure i look on eof stupid case talking like that..!
but see one can't help...it comes randomly...though it is not at all linking to the topic i started writing ..Lolz
but then y its random them?..dats blog babe..
leisure time is hard to get these days...like i gt.....so quiting snack break n visiting my bloG i swht i m doing..
let's c if i canm recall events frm past...
a break wud b awesom b4 starting...my stomach is crunching bad!....n Joclyun is looking at me wid weird eyes...
so betta take a break first!
Collé by Zee'Ay at 10:55 AM
