I am intrinsically a worried person. To get worried is one of the few tasks that I can perform efficiently. Despite being excessively worried most of the time, I manage to be happy .How Come? I guess, I often get worried just to enjoy when apparently negative things turn out to be positive .The smile that appears on your lips after much frowning, that smile feels. l like a real feast. So by getting worried just to be happy again is a good practice, and by living with oppositions, I keep myself fresh and when I would leave this world ,would leave it as an experienced being who has tasted each and every flavor of the life. ( Inspired by Freud’s theory of trauma about re-enactment of grief to relist afterwards happiness)
Forget the bad things happened in past and forgive the bad guy because you are damned to be good one. Move ahead.Focus on positive things and let the negative people go out of your life along with their negativity. Don’t turn around your face.I am not going to reiterate these old gold advices.I know it is not as simple as it reads ( sounds ). It is not easy to let go of bad memories,it is not easy to forgive those who has stolen your time , stigmatized your past with suffering and inflicted perpetual pain on your present . Human mind has special channels to keep alive the memory of past pains and to keep remember the faces of inflictors. Then what one is supposed to do.How to move on?How to look forward.Lets play a trick.If you cannot forget then let's punish someone by denying his/ her existence. This punishment does not usually do any harm to the wrong doers yet it can do you a favour. Place their faces in the background, make them stand in the place of those extras which are overshadowed by the hero. It is the stage of your life . let them stay but don't let them avail the spot light. Let them speak but don’t entertain their words. Make them realize that they are dummies just occupying space without any real standing. Now you can move ahead and in anyway if you have to look back don't be afraid to look at them as dummies cannot hurt anyone.
When you write something ,you often do this with the intention of sharing with known or unknown ,wanted or unwanted readers.When i started writing my blogs,my goal was to earn readership.I liked when people visited my blog and read my posts.This wish to be read and admired by others made me conscious and bound my thoughts.then i stopped writing posts,people stopped visiting my place and blog's words became unheard stories.
now i am taking advantage of this solitary less visited place.Whatever i would say here,none would listen,and even if someone would do ,he or she would not be even distantly related to me.I am sick of rude careless and selfish people.i am surrounded by few.And I don't know how to deal with them .I dont pray too often,I think a lot,usually negative things kept my mind occupied.
things are not good
they are not doing fine.
at least for now.
Every other day of life is drenched in multiple problems of various types and in various shades :electricity issues,WiFi not working,car 's mechanical work and health matters.Among all these preoccupations ,the emotional and sentimental blows triggered by distant and immediate relatives 's unexpected moves have their own severe impact.
Many of times I feel like running away from this daily cruel business of mundane life.
These daily challenges remind me that I am alive and I will keep alive till I keep battling in the arena of life.Lets face these challenges with a never fading smile.
Strange world of Facebook
1>the girls who spend all university /college years cursing each other and in back biting ,promptly become friends on facebook after getting married just to show off newly found husbands.
" oh such a nice couple"
" looking awesome jani" bla bla bla
2> people who have spent money and time on "Aamil bawa bangali" for casting spell on relatives suddenly become fan of Dr zakir naik and dr tariq jameel.
3>a baby is born in labour room but celebrated in facebook...tiny creature weighing 5 to 6 pounds struggling to look like human seed,is put on the time line and here come comments:
" oh shoo shweetoo"
" oh little princess "
"oh look like dad/mom"
4>wife and husband ( while cannot find another any other personal slot to admire each other ) appreciating each other for nothing:
" i am so thankful to ALLAH who gave me husband like you"
" oh you are my janu hubby"
I love the walls. They are my companion in the times of pleasure and sorrow. They witness my smiles and tears the month they take birth. They keep ready to take me in when I feel threatened by the mundane maneuvering of the world around. Despite being concrete structures, they are soft enough that I could rest my back against them and shed my worries away. In return, I want my friends to be in good shape. The decor of walls is my passion, whether you have a big house or small, the walls can easily be managed without getting too much concerned about the space. They embraced the beauty so majestically and make you feel royal when you find yourself enshrined within beauty laden surroundings
Few days back my maid-servant resigned without telling me beforehand.I felt as if I am standing in a desert where not a single is available to help me out.I started searching for new maid but all my effort got in vain.then a thought came to my mind,as I have put on enough weight in last few months and i was planing to start some exercise ,I decided that I myself will do cleansing of the house.So I took on the job and my home responded by looking more fresh and bright and my body fat has started decreasing. I killed two birds with one rock.