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Monday, 13 June 2011
Paragraphs: Raja Gidh - Philosphy of Love
Paragraphs: Raja Gidh - Philosphy of Love: "Seemi was sitting in front of me. She was not the girl who discussed theories of known philosphers in cafe. But she was mummy of 'mayee toba..."
Raja Gidh - Philosphy of Love
Seemi was sitting in front of me. She was not the girl who discussed theories of known philosphers in cafe. But she was mummy of "mayee toba toba".
In my village Chandra, there was a woman on a bricks klin. There were deep ditches all arround. No one was aware of her real name. All say her Mayee Toba Toba. She was a witch but she never accepted that. Once I was late in the evening. There was a storm of rain. I took shelter in her hut. When I enter in, she kept her fingers on her lips and order me to be silent. I stood with wall of straws. She was making mummy of flour. She fired a mond of sticks and inserted many needles in it. After each needle, she mumbled and blew on mummy. When she put that mummy in fire, it flashed and thunderd so heavily that circums enlightened.
Seemi was looking like that mummy in which there were hunderds of needles and she was waiting to burn in fire.
What are you thinking Qayum? She asked.
Nothing, I replied.
What type of a man is Aftab? She asked.
I started like an automatic machine. He born in October so as he is Libra. Libras have balanced personalities. He is lonely brother of 3 sisters and born with gold spone in his mouth.
I know all of this. Tell me something new. She said.
We have same knowledge about him. I replied.
How did he forget me, my love and time spent with me? She asked.
How you can say this? I counter questioned.
We both became silent.
Than I started like a great thinker, there are hundreds type of people and there are hundreds types of studies to judge them. According to Tibetian mythology, there are circle of differt colors around people and each person's circle has his unique color. Blue circled people are very sympathetic and carring by nature. Red circuled people are extremists. They fight like bull in arena. They are slaves of emotion and sex. Your Aftab's circle is colorless. He adopts different colors.
She noded in affirmation, yes, these days there is color of his wife Zeba. She deserve his love more than any one else.
I replied only God knows who deserve indeed? I experienced that many dukes who found extreme of love arround them, go to prostitutes to dillute that thick love. Many thinkers worship such ladies who feed them in the bowl of their dog. Some times we do not need love. When our baloon over stretched with love gas, we search for a needle who may leak its pressure and control our ego. When some one derespect us, his rebuke became a scissor that cuts feather of our extreme ego. This is a natural process that when ever ego became over sized, this scissor apeared. Human being can't afford only love always. It is not possible to be Pharogh always. He change his stages between worshiper to worshiped always. When fingers of a musician move from top to bottom and from bottom to top many times, than complete a song and our life consist of a number of such songs. Hence a mixture of love and hate is essential to live. When hate depress us to the bottom of blind caves, love arose us to the hieghts of skies. And than it repeats. It continues with our life. A journey from God to worshipper, from angel to satan, from immortal to mortal.
Seemi, gift of love is for the people of 2 kinds.
1rst class is Pharoghs. They dont walk but jump. To cut down their ego some one come with bouque of flowers. They dont know that ants in flowers are enough to kill monster elephants. They are people who equalise them self with God. To teach them difference in between God and His creature and to make them worshiper, He give them gift of love.
2nd class consist of people who wish their end. They are awarded with the love as their cure. These corpse began to live again.
Listen to me Seemi, love is poison for ego and cure for disappointeds.
Love is only Love.
In my village Chandra, there was a woman on a bricks klin. There were deep ditches all arround. No one was aware of her real name. All say her Mayee Toba Toba. She was a witch but she never accepted that. Once I was late in the evening. There was a storm of rain. I took shelter in her hut. When I enter in, she kept her fingers on her lips and order me to be silent. I stood with wall of straws. She was making mummy of flour. She fired a mond of sticks and inserted many needles in it. After each needle, she mumbled and blew on mummy. When she put that mummy in fire, it flashed and thunderd so heavily that circums enlightened.
Seemi was looking like that mummy in which there were hunderds of needles and she was waiting to burn in fire.
What are you thinking Qayum? She asked.
Nothing, I replied.
What type of a man is Aftab? She asked.
I started like an automatic machine. He born in October so as he is Libra. Libras have balanced personalities. He is lonely brother of 3 sisters and born with gold spone in his mouth.
I know all of this. Tell me something new. She said.
We have same knowledge about him. I replied.
How did he forget me, my love and time spent with me? She asked.
How you can say this? I counter questioned.
We both became silent.
Than I started like a great thinker, there are hundreds type of people and there are hundreds types of studies to judge them. According to Tibetian mythology, there are circle of differt colors around people and each person's circle has his unique color. Blue circled people are very sympathetic and carring by nature. Red circuled people are extremists. They fight like bull in arena. They are slaves of emotion and sex. Your Aftab's circle is colorless. He adopts different colors.
She noded in affirmation, yes, these days there is color of his wife Zeba. She deserve his love more than any one else.
I replied only God knows who deserve indeed? I experienced that many dukes who found extreme of love arround them, go to prostitutes to dillute that thick love. Many thinkers worship such ladies who feed them in the bowl of their dog. Some times we do not need love. When our baloon over stretched with love gas, we search for a needle who may leak its pressure and control our ego. When some one derespect us, his rebuke became a scissor that cuts feather of our extreme ego. This is a natural process that when ever ego became over sized, this scissor apeared. Human being can't afford only love always. It is not possible to be Pharogh always. He change his stages between worshiper to worshiped always. When fingers of a musician move from top to bottom and from bottom to top many times, than complete a song and our life consist of a number of such songs. Hence a mixture of love and hate is essential to live. When hate depress us to the bottom of blind caves, love arose us to the hieghts of skies. And than it repeats. It continues with our life. A journey from God to worshipper, from angel to satan, from immortal to mortal.
Seemi, gift of love is for the people of 2 kinds.
1rst class is Pharoghs. They dont walk but jump. To cut down their ego some one come with bouque of flowers. They dont know that ants in flowers are enough to kill monster elephants. They are people who equalise them self with God. To teach them difference in between God and His creature and to make them worshiper, He give them gift of love.
2nd class consist of people who wish their end. They are awarded with the love as their cure. These corpse began to live again.
Listen to me Seemi, love is poison for ego and cure for disappointeds.
Love is only Love.
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Raja Gidh - Love and Society
When human being has arranged society, they have been thonghts that persons can't live in single. Multiple sympathies, neccessaties and internal relations have played a basic roll in constitution of society. With the passage of time, these three basics layed down the first stone of emotional destruction, too.
Love was the basic element in the arrangement of society, but mostly people place this feeling as God and love to human was considerd as the hike of humanity. And this love became the aggression that was killing persons more than any other feeling. People were been killed for love. Suicide and kidnaping were discoverd.
Slowly the love became the cancer of society. It became impossible to bottle this gaint. Have love and have not love became the reason of literature. It started court proceedings to capture love. Mother-in-law changed her axis and became devil for her daughter-in-law. The process of love gave birth to many dirty bacterias too. Hate has had its simple stannic chemistry. But love is a master cheater in white gown. She never leads his follower to a straight path but show them two ways always. And both have crosses as sign marks. Procceeding of love always results as sentance of life. Every society whose structure was based on love, became rotton very soon. They made rules of fair and unfair love but high speed society didn't care of these speed breakers. This is mandy of love, may swallow or may destruct.
Destruction.
Badluck.
Society is fighting against crimes with full of its passion. She never have estimated that how many homes and doctrines have basic fault of love. This is a conflict that we are not ready to give up a thing that is demaging us.
Untill we bottle this giant and make its solid traffic rules, peace in society is impossible. Because love is an invisble body, can't stay on one place and society needs a solid visible body. Love has twin powers, to break and to joint. This is the beauty of society and at the same time its rotton face too.
Love was the basic element in the arrangement of society, but mostly people place this feeling as God and love to human was considerd as the hike of humanity. And this love became the aggression that was killing persons more than any other feeling. People were been killed for love. Suicide and kidnaping were discoverd.
Slowly the love became the cancer of society. It became impossible to bottle this gaint. Have love and have not love became the reason of literature. It started court proceedings to capture love. Mother-in-law changed her axis and became devil for her daughter-in-law. The process of love gave birth to many dirty bacterias too. Hate has had its simple stannic chemistry. But love is a master cheater in white gown. She never leads his follower to a straight path but show them two ways always. And both have crosses as sign marks. Procceeding of love always results as sentance of life. Every society whose structure was based on love, became rotton very soon. They made rules of fair and unfair love but high speed society didn't care of these speed breakers. This is mandy of love, may swallow or may destruct.
Destruction.
Badluck.
Society is fighting against crimes with full of its passion. She never have estimated that how many homes and doctrines have basic fault of love. This is a conflict that we are not ready to give up a thing that is demaging us.
Untill we bottle this giant and make its solid traffic rules, peace in society is impossible. Because love is an invisble body, can't stay on one place and society needs a solid visible body. Love has twin powers, to break and to joint. This is the beauty of society and at the same time its rotton face too.
Raja Gidh - Decisions
Seemi is unable to understand. She is extra alive. She loves with passion. Life is not a mathametical sequence but she applies formuleas.
Mr. Qayum there are many subways in between life and death. Each way has its own difficulties and pleasures. Passenger have to retire at last. When a passenger retires, he blames his selection of way but he is wrong. Choices have no reality. Nature make us fool with this word. Decesions are built in us, with out our conscent. Every human being has an instinct in him. It is instinct of the seed that mustard flower 'll be yellow and watermelon will be red. There is no choice of Jasmin to be fragrant. It is all of instinct. A genteel can't be a thieve. Every one see apple dropping but no one could derivate law of gravity except Neuton. That was his instinct only. Mr. Qayum I wanted to lead my life by my on choice but now I am enough mature now.
"Do you not love seemi", I asked Aftab.
Have love or have not love, it is meaningless. There'll have been some difficulties and some pleasures in both cases, Seemi or Zeba. Average will have been same.
If I have had not spoils Seemi's life, there might some one else. I hav'nt made any decesion, this was bullt in me.
Mr. Qayum there are many subways in between life and death. Each way has its own difficulties and pleasures. Passenger have to retire at last. When a passenger retires, he blames his selection of way but he is wrong. Choices have no reality. Nature make us fool with this word. Decesions are built in us, with out our conscent. Every human being has an instinct in him. It is instinct of the seed that mustard flower 'll be yellow and watermelon will be red. There is no choice of Jasmin to be fragrant. It is all of instinct. A genteel can't be a thieve. Every one see apple dropping but no one could derivate law of gravity except Neuton. That was his instinct only. Mr. Qayum I wanted to lead my life by my on choice but now I am enough mature now.
"Do you not love seemi", I asked Aftab.
Have love or have not love, it is meaningless. There'll have been some difficulties and some pleasures in both cases, Seemi or Zeba. Average will have been same.
If I have had not spoils Seemi's life, there might some one else. I hav'nt made any decesion, this was bullt in me.
Monday, 6 June 2011
Raja Gidh - Conflict
Seemi says to Qayum after her rejection from Aftab's family;
Qayum let me tell you a thing, "when I failed, I analyzed my failure and became a philospher. I have had no difference between relatives and non relatives. Often I think that if I enter my home, they recognise me or not, both things are possible. My home can afford my expenses but can't afford me. Am I sexually frustrated".
"who says", Qayum asked passionately.
"Kausar says", she replied.
Qayum put his hand on her's. She utterd," I know you'll save me one day. You'll play a vital role in my life. I feel so as."
That was a time of expression of love but she was tired as per usual.
She changed the topic to save herself.
"Do you know, the basic tragedy of Pakistan is the generation that has made this country for an ideal and now are searching that idealogy theirselves so that can tell us the reason of their struggle. Poor gnneration; we have Pakistan, what we'll do with idealogy."
She said to Qayum,"The elite class of Pakistan was young and poor in 1947. They filled the vacume of society. Hindu was not there to compete. So as that ambitious class became advance. They adopted the attitude of English rullers. They produced the traders which are business magnets now. They produced professors who have intrest in degrees rather than education, their bankers gifted inflation, doctors who serve abroad for more income and thinkers who have no conviction of their own. This greedy class give this society gift of conflict, and their is nothing in my home except this. After migration our mothers worked hard and supported their hubbies to become rich. When light comes closer, it shorten the shadow. An ambitious man never have limits. They made new concubines out side and their wives remain at home like loose springs of old sofas. All the grapes are sweet for these concubine foxes.
Kausar is right that I am frustrated.
My mother is an old lady. How she can compete these foxes. She cant save herself, how she'll save me.
She is not allowed to be old, how she'll help me to grow.
Conflict is only thing found every where."
Qayum let me tell you a thing, "when I failed, I analyzed my failure and became a philospher. I have had no difference between relatives and non relatives. Often I think that if I enter my home, they recognise me or not, both things are possible. My home can afford my expenses but can't afford me. Am I sexually frustrated".
"who says", Qayum asked passionately.
"Kausar says", she replied.
Qayum put his hand on her's. She utterd," I know you'll save me one day. You'll play a vital role in my life. I feel so as."
That was a time of expression of love but she was tired as per usual.
She changed the topic to save herself.
"Do you know, the basic tragedy of Pakistan is the generation that has made this country for an ideal and now are searching that idealogy theirselves so that can tell us the reason of their struggle. Poor gnneration; we have Pakistan, what we'll do with idealogy."
She said to Qayum,"The elite class of Pakistan was young and poor in 1947. They filled the vacume of society. Hindu was not there to compete. So as that ambitious class became advance. They adopted the attitude of English rullers. They produced the traders which are business magnets now. They produced professors who have intrest in degrees rather than education, their bankers gifted inflation, doctors who serve abroad for more income and thinkers who have no conviction of their own. This greedy class give this society gift of conflict, and their is nothing in my home except this. After migration our mothers worked hard and supported their hubbies to become rich. When light comes closer, it shorten the shadow. An ambitious man never have limits. They made new concubines out side and their wives remain at home like loose springs of old sofas. All the grapes are sweet for these concubine foxes.
Kausar is right that I am frustrated.
My mother is an old lady. How she can compete these foxes. She cant save herself, how she'll save me.
She is not allowed to be old, how she'll help me to grow.
Conflict is only thing found every where."
Sunday, 5 June 2011
RAJA GIDH - Eppetite.
Woman of all the times use to express their hunger. In old times pious ladies were shy to reveal their desires, coz one desire leads to other. They were shy to eat in gatherings. In those times desire to eat with some one was considerd as her willingness of friendship and sex. That was a time when a girl use to eat feasts with menfolk was popular among them but notorious in her girl flocks.
Eppetite of women has had very old and hidden relation with men. When a man loves a women, he becomes crazy to satisfy her hunger. He feeds her emotional eppetiteness, her mental hunger and eppitite of her body. He tries to satisfy her hungers all his life.
In old times when a man called on the bedroom of a lady to satisfy her emotional, mental and sexual eppetite, he used to fetch some sweets and flowers. In present dates, man invites his girlfriend in any fast food resturant and alway pay himself. Woman knows the secret that she is conveying a hidden message to her friend that she has the same eppetite for sex.
Eppetite of women has had very old and hidden relation with men. When a man loves a women, he becomes crazy to satisfy her hunger. He feeds her emotional eppetiteness, her mental hunger and eppitite of her body. He tries to satisfy her hungers all his life.
In old times when a man called on the bedroom of a lady to satisfy her emotional, mental and sexual eppetite, he used to fetch some sweets and flowers. In present dates, man invites his girlfriend in any fast food resturant and alway pay himself. Woman knows the secret that she is conveying a hidden message to her friend that she has the same eppetite for sex.
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Raja Gidh - Degrees
Real matter is degree indeed.
Vield woman consider themselves more pious than trimed hair ladies. Trimed hair think they are pious than ladies who make up.
Made up girls are pious than who wear see through dresses and smoke with men.
They are pious than who drink and watch blue films, etc.
Same is in men. One who like company of ladies is bad than who just watch them. Who huggs ladies is bad than who chat with them romance. One who rape girls is bad than who intercource in love.
These all are the ways to seek approvel of society and prove there immunity.
Fact is this that these all are patients of fever. There is just difference of temprature.
Vield woman consider themselves more pious than trimed hair ladies. Trimed hair think they are pious than ladies who make up.
Made up girls are pious than who wear see through dresses and smoke with men.
They are pious than who drink and watch blue films, etc.
Same is in men. One who like company of ladies is bad than who just watch them. Who huggs ladies is bad than who chat with them romance. One who rape girls is bad than who intercource in love.
These all are the ways to seek approvel of society and prove there immunity.
Fact is this that these all are patients of fever. There is just difference of temprature.
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