Parents are priceless!

My request is that pls read this and get your children also to read it.

One young man went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the initial interview, and now would meet the director for the final interview.

The director discovered from his CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent.

He asked, Did you obtain any scholarships in school...?
the youth answered "NO".

Who paid for your school fees...?
" Parents ", he replied.

"Where did they work......?"

"They worked as clothes cleaner.”

The director requested the youth to show his hands.

The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

"Have you ever helped your parents wash the clothes ?"

"Never, my parents always wanted me to study and read more books.
Besides, my parents can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request.

When you go home today, go and clean your parents hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt dejected.

When he went back home, he asked his parents to let him clean their hands.

His parents felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings...

They showed their hands to their son.

The youth cleaned their hands slowly.

His tear fell as he did that.

It was the first time he noticed that his parents hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in their hands.

Some bruises were so painful that they winced when he touched it.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fees.

The bruises in the hands were the price that the parents had to pay for his education, his school activities and his future.

After cleaning his parents hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for  them.

That night, parents and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, when he asked:

"Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house....?"

The youth answered,
I cleaned my parents hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

“I now know what appreciation is.
Without my parents, I would not be who I am today...

By helping my parents, only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done on your own And I have come to appreciate the importance and value of helping one’s family.

The director said,
"This is what I am looking for in a manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life.”

“You are hired.”

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop an "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first.

He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts.

If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead...?

You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch on a big screen TV.

But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.

After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters.

It is not  because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way.

You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow grey, same as the parent of that young person.

The most important thing is your child learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done...

Try to forward this story to as many as possible...this may change somebody's fate.

This will also change someone's attitude

Blessings... Repeat, but worth a reread...

Are you romantic?

Romance is a controversial word to many and it takes many to their younger ages when they had 'good' times with their partner. The controversial nature of this word could be mainly because this word is being used these days in the wrong context, and today's media and entertainment industry is playing a key role in that.

In fact, to talk about any controversies is not my intent behind this post because that may be relative, and you may agree or disagree with me. Please feel free to do so. I am just expressing my feeling and understanding.

Now, just think about how to make us feel romance! For that, let's think about that which invokes romance in our hearts. I don't think there is a single reason I can think of which generates that feeling towards someone of the opposite gender. It is because it may sometimes be a look, or a smile, or a conversation, or an incident, or even it could be the location where you met that person that caused this emotion to be felt in your heart.

To me, romance is a feeling that attracts one person to another of the opposite gender and I also feel that it is not generated at the brain, rather probably at the heart. This is because there may not always be any logic behind the romance. In Malayalam there is a saying which means that romance doesn't have eyes or nose. I feel like that's true to some extent as we can't really say who may evoke that feeling in our hearts (I am not at all talking about romance with non-Mahram). This is the general concept.

Now let's think about it little further. We all agree that romance is a great feeling and everyone would want to feel that, but most of us really don't know how to make us feel that, especially those who are married. Those who are not married, keep all your romance in your hearts for the one whom you are going to tie the knot.

When we get married, everybody say that he or she has lost their bachelor degree. But to me, that is not q lose, but the license for romance, i.e., legal romance with one's life partner! Nobody can crucify or question you about that.

In short, if you are eager to experience romance, just start looking at your life partner with love today itself, as if you are seeing her for the first time in your life. If you are able to do this, and if your partner also has the same attitude, I am sure, you are going to have a different life... A romantic life, like that of the love birds... Yes, really! Give it a try! :)

Happiest women in the world!

Source: WhatsApp Forward

ഡോ. ആഇദ്‌ അബ്‌ദുല്ലാ അല്‍ഖറനിയുടെ You Can Be the Happiest Woman in the World എന്ന ഗ്രന്ഥം മനോഹരമാണ്‌.

ഇസ്‌ലാമിക വ്യക്തിത്വത്തിന്റെ സൗന്ദര്യവുംസദ്‌ഫലങ്ങളുമാണ്‌ ചര്‍ച്ചാവിഷയം. ചെറിയ അധ്യായങ്ങളിലൂടെ, ലളിതമായശൈലിയിലും മൂര്‍ച്ചയേറിയവാക്കുകളിലും കാര്യങ്ങള്‍ വിവരിക്കുകയാണിതില്‍. ഗ്രന്ഥത്തില്‍ നിന്നുള്ള ഏതാനും വരികള്‍.

* സ്വന്തം ഭക്തി, ആരോഗ്യം, സന്തോഷം, മനസ്സമാധാനം, ഉറക്കം എന്നിവയെക്കാള്‍ പണത്തിന്‌ പ്രാധാന്യം നല്‍കരുത്‌.

* കണ്ണുനീര്‍ തുടക്കുക, നിങ്ങളുടെ നാഥനെക്കുറിച്ച്‌ നല്ലത്‌ വിചാരിക്കുക, അവന്റെ അനുഗ്രഹങ്ങളെ ധാരാളം ഓര്‍ക്കുക.

* സദ്‌ഫലങ്ങള്‍ മാത്രം തിരിച്ചുതരുന്ന മരത്തെപ്പോലെയാവുക. കല്ലെറിഞ്ഞാലും അത്‌ ഫലങ്ങള്‍ കൊഴിച്ചുതരും.

* പെരുമാറ്റരീതികളും മനോഭാവങ്ങളും പൂന്തോട്ടത്തെക്കാള്‍ മനോഹരമാകട്ടെ.

പൂക്കളില്‍ നിന്ന്‌ പൂക്കളിലേക്കും കുന്നുകളില്‍ നിന്നു കുന്നുകളിലേക്കും പാറിനടക്കുന്ന നിര്‍മലയും സുന്ദരിയുമായ ചിത്രശലഭത്തെപ്പോലെയാവുക.

* സമയത്തെ ക്രമീകരിച്ചാല്‍ ചെയ്യാനുള്ളതെല്ലാം ചെയ്യാന്‍ കഴിയും.

⬜നല്ല ഗ്രന്ഥങ്ങള്‍ വായിക്കുക. അല്ലെങ്കില്‍ ഖുര്‍ആന്‍ പാരായണം കേള്‍ക്കുക. ഒരുപക്ഷേ അതിലെ ചെറിയൊരു വചനം ഹൃദയത്തില്‍ പ്രകമ്പനം സൃഷ്‌ടിച്ചേക്കാം. തിരുനബിയുടെ ചര്യകള്‍ പഠിക്കുക. തിന്മയില്‍ നിന്ന്‌ അത്‌ നിങ്ങളെ തടയും.

*മഴയെക്കാള്‍ ഉപകാരിയാവുക. ചന്ദ്രനെക്കാള്‍ സൗന്ദര്യമുള്ളവരാവുക. നിങ്ങളുടെ അലങ്കാരം സ്വര്‍ണമോ വെള്ളിയോ അല്ല. അല്ലാഹുവിന്‌ മുമ്പിലെ സുജൂദുകളാണ്‌.

* നിരാശയില്‍ അകപ്പെട്ടാല്‍ ഒന്നും പഠിക്കാനോ ഒന്നിലും സന്തോഷം കണ്ടെത്താനോ കഴിയില്ല.

▪ ആരോഗ്യകരമായ ഹൃദയത്തില്‍ ശിര്‍ക്ക്‌, ചതി, വിദ്വേഷം, അസൂയ എന്നിവക്ക്‌ സ്ഥാനമില്ല.

▫ദാനധര്‍മങ്ങളിലൂടെ പാവപ്പെട്ടവന്റെയും ആവശ്യക്കാരന്റെയും സ്‌നേഹവും പ്രാര്‍ഥനയും സ്വന്തമാക്കുക.

* ഒരോ നിമിഷവും ഒരു സുബ്‌ഹാനല്ലാഹ്‌ പറയുക. ഒരു മിനിറ്റില്‍ ഒരു ആശയം രൂപീകരിക്കുക. ഒരു മണിക്കൂറില്‍ ഒരു സല്‍കര്‍മമെങ്കിലും ചെയ്യുക.

* സന്തോഷകരമായ വാര്‍ത്തകള്‍ തരുന്ന സന്ദേശമാണ്‌ രോഗം. വിലപിടിപ്പുള്ള വസ്‌ത്രമാണ്‌ ആരോഗ്യം.

◼നിങ്ങളുടെ മതമാണ്‌ നിങ്ങളുടെ സ്വര്‍ണം. ധാര്‍മികതയാണ്‌ അലങ്കാരം. നല്ല പെരുമാറ്റമാണ്‌ സമ്പത്ത്‌.

* കൊടുങ്കാറ്റിന്റെ നടുവിലായാലും നല്ലതേ വരൂ എന്ന്‌ ചിന്തിക്കുക.

* ഉപദേശം കൊണ്ടും ദയയുള്ള വാക്കുകള്‍ കൊണ്ടും നിങ്ങളെ സഹായിക്കാന്‍ കഴിയുന്നവരോട്‌ മാത്രം നിങ്ങളുടെ സങ്കടങ്ങള്‍ പങ്കുവെക്കുക.

*വീണുപരുക്കേറ്റ കുഞ്ഞിനേ ഓര്‍ത്ത്‌ കരഞ്ഞ്‌ സമയം കളയരുത്‌; അവന്റെ മുറിവുകള്‍ വേഗം പരിചരിക്കുക.

* ഓരോ ദിവസവും പുതിയ തുടക്കമാവുക.

* ചെയ്യാന്‍ സാധിക്കാത്ത കാര്യങ്ങളോര്‍ത്ത്‌ വിഷമിക്കരുത്‌. മെച്ചപ്പെടുത്താന്‍ കഴിയുന്ന കാര്യങ്ങള്‍ക്ക്‌ സമയം കണ്ടെത്തുക.

* നിങ്ങളുടേതു പോലെ എല്ലാവര്‍ക്കും പ്രശ്‌നങ്ങളുണ്ടെന്ന്‌ ഉള്‍ക്കൊള്ളുക. മനസ്സ്‌ ശാന്തമാക്കുക.

കഴിഞ്ഞകാലത്ത്‌ നിങ്ങള്‍ തെറ്റുചെയ്‌തിട്ടുണ്ടെങ്കില്‍ അതില്‍ നിന്ന്‌ പാഠമുള്‍ക്കൊള്ളുക; എന്നിട്ട്‌ അവയെ വിട്ടുകളയുക.

* ഏറ്റവും നീചമായ ശത്രുവാണ്‌ നിരാശ. അതിന്‌ മനസ്സമാധാനം നശിപ്പിക്കാനുള്ള കരുത്തുണ്ട്‌.

*പോയ കാലത്തെ മാറ്റാന്‍ എനിക്കാവില്ല. ഇനിയുള്ള കാലത്ത്‌ എന്താണ്‌ സംഭവിക്കുക എന്നുമറിയില്ല. പിന്നെന്തിനാണ്‌ ഞാന്‍ സങ്കടപ്പെടുന്നത്‌.

* ഭക്ഷണം കുറക്കുക; ശരീരത്തിന്‌ ആരോഗ്യമുണ്ടാകും. പാപങ്ങള്‍ കുറക്കുക; മനസ്സിന്‌ ആരോഗ്യമുണ്ടാവും. ദുഖങ്ങള്‍ കുറക്കുക; ഹൃദയത്തിന്‌ ആരോഗ്യമുണ്ടാവും. സംസാരം കുറക്കുക; ജീവിതത്തിന്‌ ആരോഗ്യമുണ്ടാവും.

⚫ജീവിതം കുറച്ചേയുള്ളൂ. വിഷമിച്ചും ദുഖിച്ചും അതിനെ കൂടുതല്‍ കുറച്ചാക്കരുത്‌.

⚪ ആസ്യയില്‍ നിന്ന്‌ ക്ഷമയും ഖദീജയില്‍ നിന്ന്‌ ഭക്തിയും ആഇശയില്‍ നിന്ന്‌ ആത്മാര്‍ഥതയും ഫാത്വിമയില്‍ നിന്ന്‌ സ്ഥൈര്യവും പഠിക്കുക

* മോശമായ നാവ്‌, അതിന്റെ ഇരയെക്കാള്‍ ഉടമസ്ഥനാണ്‌ കൂടുതല്‍ പ്രയാസമുണ്ടാക്കുക.

 സുന്ദരിയായ സ്‌ത്രീ ആഭരണമാണെങ്കില്‍, സദ്‌വൃത്തയായ സ്‌ത്രീ നിധിയാണ്.

* മനസ്സ്‌ സുന്ദരമായാല്‍, കാണുന്നതെല്ലാം സുന്ദരമാകും.

To be a good human being!

Source: An email forward

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” the   youth answered “none”.

The director asked, ” Was it your father who paid for your school fees?” The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, ” Where did your mother work?” The youth answered, “My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, ” Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes   before?” The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, “I have a request. When you go back today, go and   clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did   that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his   graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked: ” Can you tell me   what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?”

The youth answered, ” I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished   cleaning all the remaining clothes’.

The Director asked, ” please tell me your feelings.”

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, ” This is what I am looking for to be my manager.

I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously.

Moral: A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop “entitlement mentality” and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent’s efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?

Lesson: You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done

Patan's love for tea...

Syed once told one story. He told... Once in the heaven, an Angel was beating a man. On enquiring, it was understood that it was a Patan. You know why? It was because he mixed tea in the milk pond in heaven, Hawl-al-Kauthar!

Then only he told me about the Patan's love for tea! They like tea that much!

Syed was saying, he is also like Patans. He likes to take tea anytime, even if you wake him up from sleep, he would be happy to have the tea and go back to bed! Eh!

Aseer Mushakkal Kabeer!

This is Aseer Mushakkal (mixed fruit juice or cocktail, some say). This one of the things I take once in a while. The other is Aseer Afkadoo (which looks green and tastes better to me, because it's more sweet because of the sugar :) , may be).

Sometimes this is my breakfast, sometimes lunch, and sometimes dinner too. I buy this from Shawarman, one of the main Shawarma centres nearby. Just like their shawarma, they have juice also of different size and quantity. Small (sageer), medium, and big (kabeer). In this photo is the Mushakkal kabeer. It's also tasty with many fruits mixed, they say. Guava taste cam be identified quickly, I hope. It is a Pakistani who is in the juice counter, named Muhammad Ashraf and he serves me this.

I prefer Afkadoo mostly, but these days it is not available. Ashraf bhai says, take this for now. We shall give Afkadoo when it is available. I felt happy, just because of the love with which he serves the juice. Masha ALLAH!

Same well!

I had Mazgooth Laham Haashi (Mazgooth Camel) with Syed this afternoon. It was just like beef and this was the first time I was eating camel meat.

On the way back came Syed's joke... One person was replying to an email to a friend who recently sent him an email. He wrote, "I am well, and hope that you are also in the same well"!

Oops! Do you think I should have jumped out of the car and run! :)

Chicken legs!

Syed and I were waiting for our order to be delivered on our table in Taj Mahal Restaurant in Sultana Street. We had already washed our hands and were eagerly waiting to start attacking the Veg Fried Rice of that Hyderabadi Restaurant.

As were sitting, Syed reminded me of the interesting joke that he had told me earlier. Certain jokes are like that! How many times we may hear, still they cause us to burst out into laughter. This was one of them.

An Islami scholar was sitting to have food with another person. There came the fod plate, with rice on one side and chicken on the other. It happened to be that rice was on the scholars side and chicken was on the other person's side. After thinking for a moment, the scholar turned the plate to make chicken on his side!

Seeing this unexpected behavior from the scholar, the other man obviously asked, "Scholar, why did you do that?". To his surprise, the answer came instantly. "You know, the legs of the chicken was facing the Qibla, that's why I turned it towards the opposite side!". Ha ha ha!

Note: For those who don't understand what is Qibla, it is the direction facing which Muslims pray (towards Ka'ba in Makkah), and it is advised that the believers should not place their foot facing the Qibla.

Shay day!

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'.

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplace.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:
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May your day, be a Shay Day!

Girlcott!

As usual, Syed was in good mood yesterday. PSS project for Madinah is nearing completion and we have a demo to client users this Sunday, so he came to MDA office by Magrib and I also joined him by Isha paryer time.

After spending some time on the demo scenarios sent us by the development and design teams, we went to have something from outside. My lunch with the Farhan Store Supermarket team was heavy and the hangover of the beef biriyani was not over yet. He also told that he had nice lunch. Still we wanted to have something before it is too late and hotels are closed.

On the way to the search for hotel, I happened to see some Ad or so of Baskin Robins ice cream and I just remembered that this is among the brands I boycott. I explained that there may always be a reason for boycotting, rather if I feel like some brand is a multi national and is against the interest of common man, then I boycott.

By the time I finished completing this, Syed Wa almost ready with his instant kick. He simply said, it is bad that you are always doing boycott, once in a while do girlcott also!

Uh! I couldn't really express anything other than just bursting out into laughter!

He reminded me that what I wrote in an earlier post is wrong and I too agreed, because it is not just when the stomach is full that these instant shots come out of his mouth, rather it is like that always!

May be, I was just thinking about his wife and especially daughter, Juwairiya. What fault did they make in this life to bear all his wits! (Just kidding)... Ha ha ha!

Chaplin and Einstein

An interesting exchange between two geniuses:

Einstein said to Chaplin: "What I most admire about your art... You don't say a word, and the rest of the world understands you."

"It is true", answered Chaplin, "but your glory is even greater. The whole world admires you, even though they don't understand a word of what you say!