Monday, January 31, 2005
~Sar-Had~
Sarhad~
"Sargeant Divine, stationed on the front line took a bullet while drawing his gun.Clutching his chest asked the man to his left'
Can you tell me which country I'm from?'"
Panchi nadIya pawan ke jhonkey,
kOI sarhad na inhein rokey,
Sarhad InsaanOn ke liye hai,
Socho tumne aur maine, kiya Paya Insaan hokE...?
mEi...
Collé by Zee'Ay at 9:31 PM
Sunday, January 30, 2005
you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse
which happy bunny are you?
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Collé by Zee'Ay at 4:21 PM
Nothing ReaL
Nothing Real - Complete Piece
Every night
I would look out my window
Realizing no one had real problems
Everyone is just imagining tears
Everyone is fearing their false fears
I flew away one night
Born to fly right out that window Away from this imaginary world
Please don't be scared
Now I can finally show my wings
To heaven ..........
I would look out my window
Realizing no one had real problems
Everyone is just imagining tears
Everyone is fearing their false fears
I flew away one night
Born to fly right out that window Away from this imaginary world
Please don't be scared
Now I can finally show my wings
To heaven ..........
fRm Darkest Hours....mEi
Collé by Zee'Ay at 1:07 PM
Friday, January 28, 2005
Tomorrow's Sun
TomorroW?
sun will rise upon my heart
I hope it does for there is sorrow
my love and I, we’re far apart
For I need it to try and borrow
from the new day’s optimism a pleasant start
I rest my head on this pillow now and I will soon depart
I’ll shut my eyes and hope tomorrow's
sun will rise upon my heart
‘Wake up, wake up the sun is up’
no that’s the moon you pixie tart
‘Wake up, wake up’look what’s on top
A pessimist cloud dreading my heart
Don’t package despair with hope i said
‘Why should you despair or dread’ she said
Its an extreme challenge I can’t cope
‘Don’t end your life laying on your bed’ nope
who said iam just waiting for tomorrow's
sun to rise upon my heart
'Tabichan will the sunshine tomorrow?
'you don't get it, Mitsuko, I really don’t know
frm Shuffling pages:no cluE
mEi...
Collé by Zee'Ay at 7:54 PM
Fallen Angel
SilencE
for all the times that we have lied
all the secrets that we held
spill upon the dirt as the frail
lay broken down and scorned
marked by brands and gored by horns
stained upon the pedals once blushing green
battered and withered, rotting
taken the last breath and death begins
laying uneasy gripped with desperation
forgotten ties orange dyesand velvet crush persuasions
broken reds in shallow head
sand freckled on her cheeks.
serenade with violin
sand a roaring fire chorus
blind my faith and blade her taint
sprinkling down upon us
shaved as the sands beneath out feet.
treaded and paved, threaded in vein
lush and sweet as the honey within
vanished as the spirit
ravaged as patience runs painstakingly thin
poor old souls returned from war
to find piles of "what use to be"and shattered, they fall down
witnessing it from their knees
walking wounded just like me
just like the fallen angels
cruel and deuced
ShufflinG pages:piece from old diary, don't even remember whn i wrote it.
only, i adore it...........................................
mEi...
Collé by Zee'Ay at 1:08 AM
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Unstable SecuritY
Unstable SecuritY
Unstable SecuritY
Collé by Zee'Ay at 1:30 PM
Thursday, January 20, 2005
EiD
~EiD GreetingS to All~
with best regards ...
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:35 PM
pierceD
Beauty is in the Eye-ring of the beholder
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:29 PM
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Khumhare Gum Hai.... Mehakti Fiza Mein Jite Hain
mEi...
Khumhare Gum Hai, Mehakti Fiza Mein Jite Hai,
Tere Khayal Ki Abohawan Mein Jite Hai,
Bade Tapak Se Miltey Hai, Milne Wale Mujhe,
Who Mere Dost Hai, Teri Wafa Meh Jite Hai,
Firake Yaar Me Saanso Ko Roke Rakhte Hai,
Har Ek Lamha Guzarti Kaza Me Jite Hai,
Nabaat Puri Hoi Thi, Ke Raat Tooth Gayi,
Adhure Khawab Ki Adhi Saza Mein Jite Hai,
Tumhari Bato Mein Koi Masiha Basta Hai,
Hasi Labo Se Barasti Shafa Mein Jite Hai
Piece from Leela,by Jagjit Singh.Perfectly goes with my mood today.
mEi...
Collé by Zee'Ay at 4:00 PM
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Other
Otherif you're a poetry expert, i'm interested to know your favorite prose writer.
if you're a macintosh enthusiast, i'm interested to know your favorite windows program.
if you're a golfer, i'm interested to hear what skis you recommend.
if you like cooking, tell me what historical figures you admire.
if you're a cat lover, tell me your favorite breed of dogs.
if you're a dog lover, which sports figure intrigues you?
if you like snorkeling, which mountain hikes do you like?
if you're a democrat, which republicans grab your fancy?
if you're a republican, which democrats have appeal to you?
if i were a carpenter, and you were a lady.
would you marry me anyway? would you have my maybe?
Collé by Zee'Ay at 1:39 AM
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Three Powerful WOrds
Three Powerful WordsA funny story is told about General George Patton from his World War II days. He once accepted an invitation to dine at a press camp in Africa. Wine was served in canteen cups but, obviously thinking he was served coffee, Patton poured cream into his cup. As he stirred in sugar, Patton was warned that his cup contained red wine and not coffee. Now, General Patton could never, never be wrong. Without hesitating he replied, "I know. I like my wine this way." And he drank it!
I relate this story because I see something of myself, and perhaps most of us, here. It is difficult to admit mistakes. It is hard to admit when we are wrong. Three of life's most difficult words to say are, "I was wrong."
But they are also three of the most powerful words we can utter. "I was wrong" breaks down barriers between people. It brings estranged people together. And it creates a climate where intimacy and love may flourish. You may be surprised at how positively many people respond to the words, "I was wrong"!
Naturally, it is a risk. But to admit when you are wrong is not to confess that you are a "bad" person. Simply an honest one and true friends will appreciate you for it.
Whole and happy lives are built by people who have learned the power of intimacy, in part, through the use of the words "I was wrong."
mEi.
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:02 AM
Sunday, January 09, 2005
ghoom-(whts playin)
Spin wheel, spinSpin wheel, spin
The girl spinning, reeling the thread
Long may she live, while you spin
Saying, Near Him, I fear Him
With Him I tremble
Spin wheel, spinSpinning wheel says, Lord, Lord
Thread says, You
Shah Husain, a fakir for the Lord
Says, I am nothing, all is You
Spin wheel, spin
Speak His name, breathe His name
And nothing can shake youFrom flood of five rivers choose one
Live where it takes you
Spin wheel, spinSpin wheel, spin
The girl spinning, reeling the thread
Long may she live, while you spin
Saying, Near Him, I fear Him
With Him I tremble
Spin wheel, spin.Spin wheel, spin
Spin wheel, spin
by Andrew McCord.
It doesn't sound same to mEi....
Collé by Zee'Ay at 1:11 AM
Saturday, January 08, 2005
mEi
Talking to the Birds...
Soft outspoken voices crowd the evening air... and light, light is golden fading softly ... and between those silks and velvets what do we see ?Pigeons flying, a world reveals to me....
Just can't stOp smiling today...
mEi
Collé by Zee'Ay at 3:37 PM
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Are you who you think you are ?
ExceptioN
Agn a fantastic dev by JS.
simply caught my eye;).
tRying to find mEi.
Are you who you think you are ?
It comes as a shock to many of us the first time we ever hear our own voices on an audio recording be it tape or voicemail, and we wonder "Do I really sound as awful as that ?".
(LOL) :-))
Likewise, do you ever pause to think about how other people, not just family but friends and passing acquaintences actually perceive you ? You may think you're the unassuming modest type, but in reality you come across as someone who wants to be the centre of the universe. Or you may think you can carry on being the quiet, introverted type when in fact others may perceive you as being anti-social...or perhaps you're not even as funny as you thought...and so the story continues.
So dosto, the question is, how do you know that what you think you are reflects even closely the outside view of you ?
Should you even care ???
mEi
Collé by Zee'Ay at 11:18 PM
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
CutE_HijaaBiz
CutE-HijaaBiz
dev by tashi names as "Laughter behind the Veil".
come across while browsin at deV.
Wht do u guys say abt it?... i just put it on my msn n jeez!...every 2nd person is asking weird qS to me...
"tipsy! do u wear hijaab?"
"do u like ppl wear hijaab?.."
"oh im getting werid thoughts abt hijaab:S"
"ahan bari naik ban gai ho..."
"oh ho islam kabul karliya hai!"
guys guys!...just b thnkful im in no mood of n e battle or else i wud've c u all!
wht r u thinking ppl?....is it like having thorns on my head?
its a Touch'e matter n plz dnt qs me abt it , ever , again!.
I just simply like it ...hav i done n e crimE?
mEi
Collé by Zee'Ay at 7:32 PM
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
left mEi green
left mEi green
For those who are unable to read the text:
Nothing can last without you.What's the meaining of doing creating inventing crafting if no one cares?I had a dream I was standing next to me looking from above,all the trees were gone. Only one left One that was you.I took the camera, but everytime I was about to take the photo, a broken glass prevented me to move.You fooled mEi.
sTamped:JS-m
Collé by Zee'Ay at 5:44 PM
The View
viEw
Two men, both aged and seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their old jobs, their experiences in World War II, and all kinds of other things. One man managed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon where he could look out the room's only window, and every time he did, he would describe to his roommate all the things he could see. He told of a park with a lovely lake. Ducks swam on the water while children sailed their model boats. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could imagine it as the man by the window described it. Finally, after many weeks, the man by the window died. The other man asked the nurse to be moved next to the window so he could see the view. The nurse was happy to make the switch, but when he was finally able to look out the window, he found that it faced the blank, brick wall of the building across the street! The man asked the nurse how the man was able to describe such wonderful things outside the window. She said, "Maybe he just wanted to make you happy."
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Happiness when shared is doubled. Count your blessings. "Today is a gift; that's why it is called the present."
Collé by Zee'Ay at 4:17 PM
Saturday, January 01, 2005
--The Rock Star and the Mullahs--{From Memory Lane}
The RocK Stars and the Millahs-one of my fav's frm Bina shah
RocK-MullaHz
Salman Ahmed is a man on a mission: to challenge Pakistan`s hardline mullahs on why they believe music is not allowed in Islam. Being the lead guitarist of Junoon, South Asia`s biggest and most famous rock band, means that Ahmed has somewhat of a prior bias, but that doersn`t stop him from going to find out what the other side thinks, even if it entails talking to religious students in a madressah or meeting with a fearsome Peshawar mullah called "Mullah Electricity" who thinks that all women should be kept at home and all the people living in the world`s 52 Islamic nations are the children of swine.
This is the gist of a BBC documentary called "The Rock Star and the Mullahs" directed by Angus McQueen and Ruhi Hameed. Aired earlier this year on BBC 4 in Britain and PBS in the United States, the documentary, which has just won a prestigious South Asian Journalism Association award, follows Ahmed as he travels from Karachi to Peshawar and then to Lahore in order to investigate the position of music in Pakistani society.
It`s an ambitious project, and one that at times seems a little overwhelming for McQueen and Hameed as they attempt to sift through the exotic imagery and religious sensationalism that is an easy pitfall for so many Western journalists and filmmakers in Islamic countries. But the opening sequence intersperses a Junoon concert with students memorizing the Quran at a madressah, showing that the ecstasy of rock and the fervor of religion are identical in look and behavior. It`s an electrifying comparison that will leave you feeling surprised and a little shocked, even if you possess liberal leanings, as will a later scene involving a rock star, some half-dozen would-be mullahs, and an electric guitar...
The film soon gains a warm, personal touch as it introduces us to Ahmed, a thoughtful, eager musician who`s been called the "Bono of Pakistan" for his social activism and his populist stance. Dressed like the typical rocker in shades and ponytail, Ahmed exhibits none of a rock star`s hubris when he talks about his country, its people, or their attitude towards Islam. "In Pakistan, everything that happens to you is a sign from God." He`s equally at ease in a prayer line with a group of madressah students, hosting a music show with two slick VJs on Indus Music, or addressing an assembly at a girls` college - a man of and for his people, as eager to discuss and learn as he is to make music.
Ahmed meets with the young students of a religious school and talks to them about why they believe that music should be declared haraam, or forbidden, in Islam, as has already been done in the NWFP by a group of fundamentalist mullahs who feel that music is equal to obscenity. The students don`t back down one inch on their beliefs, despite some earnest preaching by Ahmed on rock music`s behalf. You expect a confrontation between the students and the rock star, but in a touching volte-face, they compliment him on the beauty of his long hair, ask him for autographs, and escort him to his car and wave him goodbye when he leavers the grounds of the madressah. You can`t help but being touched by the tolerance that has such untapped potential in Pakistan, and the lingering sense of regret that it isn`t nurtured enough in this violent and fragmented society.
Ahmed`s stance is equally respectful when speaking with Mullah Electricity, who looks and speaks as though he`s been conjured straight from a textbook on Islamic terrorism. But like his opponent, Ahmed is in no mood to compromise with anybody. He truly believes music is a way of expressing spirituality that he isn`t ready to give up any time soon, no matter how much the students or the mullah try to convince him that his profession is sinful. Thus the documentary is a tribute to Ahmed` s steadfast beliefs, and his courage in defending them to some of the most feared elements in society.
Ahmed goes on the streets to find out what ordinary people think about the music-as-obscenity issue too; he boards a bus in Peshawar to talk to the passengers, who all end up singing Junoon songs with him; he visits a shopkeeper who shows him rows of empty shelves and explains that the MMA ban on music means a loss of livelihood for many; and he visits with a popular Pathan wedding singer who has been arrested in the past for staging public performances in the strict Frontier province. It seems that no one, religious or layperson alike, can give Ahmed a satisfactory answer to his question: "Why is music not allowed in Islam?" or even prove to him that such a directive is written anywhere in the Quran.
There is some, but not enough, attention given to the tradition of Sufi music in Pakistan, which is presented as the homegrown version of Islam in opposition to the imported Saudi Arabian version followed by the hardliners. McQueen and Hameed also touch upon the vast rage felt by Pakistani Muslims about the war in Iraq, but only in a cursory manner. Too much to say in too little time, but the subject demands a deeper treatment in an expanded format – maybe a three part series instead of a fifty minute single shot at addressing the issue in all its complexity.
But these are minor quibbles. McQueen and Hameed do a good job of exposing the huge contradictions in Pakistani society regarding music with simple, vivid illustrations, as a man on the Peshawar bus innocently points out that while the mullahs have banned music, "they all listen to music themselves". "The Rock Star and the Mullahs" is an arresting piece of filmmaking; big, bold, and brave. It stirs up controversy, excites the senses, and gives viewers plenty to think about. Finally, its biggest strength is the warmth of personality of its protagonist, Salman Ahmed, the rock star who may not have all the answers, but has definitely got all the right questions.
Collé by Zee'Ay at 6:12 PM
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just c the mess all around u ...........who is responsible of that... me ? u? but i think the word "us" is themost suitable ...........w all try to bring changes unaware or pretending to be unaware if this change is positive or is negative...........we just wanna have our names to be kown or prove ourselves some great personality . y? is this some human nature or some thing else y all of our life cant be on a single positive track y we change paths n start moving on negative ones..........we all know rights n wrongs but we never follow the rights we just wait for some one who make us follow the right path ............
Collé by Zee'Ay at 6:05 PM
A quOte
"If you always want what you can't have, what do you want when you can have anything?"- anon
Collé by Zee'Ay at 2:08 PM
