Archive for May, 2011

May 31, 2011

Will your Colleague ever change?

by Khanum

Sitting at my seat in my allotted area at the workplace  : And counting down the Yahoo’s and Not-so-Yahoo things of today.

Yahoo No. 1 : Boss is not In. Nobody is pushing the  beings to work. Heaven!

Confused Yahoo : 2- Summer Camp is on.

3 – I’m tired of taking funny pictures of  EACH and EVERY activity. Definitely A boo-hoo Yahoo.

4- It’s insanely hot in Lahore. Bohoo!

5- Read the newspaper accident-ly today. The front news was way devastating. Now I’m worrying how will the poor mother of recently martyred Pakistani Soldier live ?

She. is. Alone. No Yahoo!

6- I need vacations. YES YES YAHOOOOOOO!

7- First Ineed money for vacations. Dang it! Why a bohoo must come after every yahoo.

8- I need to learn Turkish proper. 😦 Naaaah!

9- Have to loose the grudge against Turkish class homework first.

10- And  now Let me just tag line my major problem of Today , To which I dedicated the Title!.

Aha! The pen you lend to a colleague in office will never make its way back to you. Ever. Mark my words. A Ghostly colleague , (When I say Ghostly it probably means I have no idea who’s the real culprit )borrowed a red pen from me 3 days ago and its still hasn’t been returned. Funny Office Stuff, eh! The Mother of All bohooz! Will your Colleague ever change?

Allah! I have no hope.

So I started Taking pictures,  randomly.  What else will you do  at your workplace, Besides work ?

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May 27, 2011

Awards Night! Awards Delight!

by Khanum

Nadia Masood on Best Travel Musings 🙂

and one more award on Cutest Omani Bakri post Ever!

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Next Award For Tien 🙂 Your Blog is infotainment package!!! I award You :

AND One more Star:

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Smiley Sparklings 🙂 I love the way you write! I award You with :

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The Special Award of Tonight,  is to a dear and Talented Blogger upon his tremendous Blogging Idea! Dear Mezba, Accept this award. 🙂

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The Last Two awards of the night but not the least go to , The Verbal Fiend 

and D.. upon their nice blogging post every Time. You  have blogs with substance and I’m glad to be in touch with You.

Have  a Blessed Day , all of You and keep blogging good. 🙂 Delighted and honored to be with such women on wordpress.

May 21, 2011

A Boss That Seldom Smiles

by Khanum

Getting to know Turks.

Working with PakTurk.

Getting to know the feeling of Having a Boss (who also happens to be a Turk)

As if that’s not enough.

Planning to  meet more turks.

Happy with Turks.

Annoyed with Turks.

And that’s how my day starts and ends. “Turks Turks Turks”.

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This note has already been typed and published in a dungeon called as  my brain. There, I have already  gone through each and every exhausting detail of my time today and relieved myself of my previusly felt temper. Now, it’s just a formality that  I type. In hope, that every boss and employee reads it.

“Is this okay sir?”

“yes, yes. Its good.”

“okay. I’ll be back.”

—– Few minutes later

“Here it is.”

“What is this , Miss Pervisha?”

“What is what , sir?”

“This… Miss Pervisha”

(Miss Pervisha confused)

“Its the design you approved, Sir”

“No no I don’t like this. this should be like that and that should be like this —”

Can somebody here  relate to it… !? 🙂  I know, That’s not the time when we no longer wish to be employed. People do have double minds. I sometimes suffers from lack of decision too. That’s fine that’s okay. Its a part of every job. But the problem starts,  when the boss declares a war upon you without a genuine reason. Uses an alien tone that you seriously don’t deserve. And that too, infront of others.

“DOn’t you then feel like using the same tone back?” …It’s really hurtful and I’m sorry to say to all the bossess out there: It’s unlike What our Prophet Muhammad Peace be upon him taught us.

Once there was a person who urinated in the Holy Masjid of Madina. Al the companions of Prophet Peace be upon him present there became angry and wanted to shout at him. Why wouldn’t they? He had urinated in the place where they postrated 5 times a day before Allah. He deserved to be shouted at. But what did our Prophet peace be upon him do?

He goes to the person, takes him to the side and with decorum and patience , tells him not to repeat such action.

How justified was his action and how wise , how humble. Had  the Prophet treated him with harsh words and insulting strategy, Who knows the person had come to that same place again and urinated just to get even.

If the person who ommitted such a mistake gets to be treated with kindness, why not a Muslim boss of today have the heart to be kind with his already hardworking  and loyal people?

Allah knows best, why people interact in such manner. I have never understood this alien reason. To have a boss who seldom smiles. Seldom appreciates may not be a reason to quit on doing hardwork but what’s criminal here is the fact that He even forgets the little appreciation you had earned earlier.

Lets flip to the other side!

4 years back I found myself in a trouble with one of my teachers. I had every ounce of belief that I am not liked by her. No matter what I did, I always received a cold tone. Quit on her, that was my only plan. But before that I tried my luck with her once more, that too upon the insist from my uncle.

he had convinced me that its not her , its You Pervisha That’s not paying her attention.

Confused and frustrated, I had protested upon this absurd accusation. How come I am not paying attention , han? I sit at the front. I perform well in the papers. I never miss her class, yet she’s not pleased with me. What the heck is wrong !!!!!!! Why does she never smile?

He was right. I was not paying her attention.

The next day, I started from the scratch. Always on time – sometimes late too but always sat at front. Okay, sometimes became a back bencher too but onething I never forgot to practice with her. I looked in her eyes always and just smiled.

1 day, one week, one month and within a semester of 6 months , I felt she began to smile back.

That’s called paying attention. I had asked myself, who knows what problem she faces at home or what troubles she goes through before reaching you people at University.You cannot expect somebody to be kind and justified with you all the time. But again, it is also a part of our deen to be humble with eachother and not be harsh. As we all our fighting our wars each day. So, its upto us. Which side we wants to be on… Prophet’s or Satan’s. Hopeful or Hurtful.

Its very important to choose well, otherwise the same sad and pathetic cycle of hurt keeps circulating and rortating itself  Your boss shouts at you, you come home looking grim and starts shouting at your family because you got shouted at, then the next thing you know , your family starts shouting at neighbours because you put them in the grim mood in the first place which was done by your Boss in reality when he shouted at you! Allah hu Akbar! Be reasonable.

I pray , Allah softens up the heart of every boss to acknowledge the efforts of his workers, may His problems get solved soon  so that he stops making the staff unhappy . And May Allah gives all the staff members the heart to be loyal and understanding with their head. No doubt, every man has a great side to him. His great side is the God fearing Heart, that senses the hurt done to other people.

Now for the laugh: A day back in administration meeting, I was doodling on my journal while peeking at my boss’s monitor screen now and then. “In Tolerance, be like the sea.” ‘Rumi’ He was typing…

I thought it was a cool line.  I hurriedly noted it down on my journal. Only an hour later I realised I had made a big blunder.”In Tolerance, Be like the Tea” .

Now that I think about it. this version may also get passed as a classic  quotation of the year.

May 17, 2011

Photography Drift

by Khanum

Already being a proud owner of this  very neat and classy 😛  official wordpress blog.  I felt that I needed a separate showcase for my photography adventures. Mainly because after bagging a full time photography job, It had to be done!

I write and I do many other things. But at times i don’t feel like writing anything with the picture. Some pictures are better without words. SO here I am. Buckle up and let’s enjoy the Photography Drift together.

Click Here to fly up to my Photography blog. Thank You.

May 16, 2011

Living in 21st century with all the possible advancements, it is such a crime to deny the citizens a chance to know the basic facts of celestial science!

by Khanum

Lights off,’ ordered the man to make the people alert for the show at PIA Planetarium. I held my breath as the light slowly dissolved into darkness and there began to appear stars on the bed of night. I anticipated that soon cosmic world would revolve around me – twinkling stars, shooting meteoroids, the rotating solar system and the captivating colours of nebulas. Me and my pals waited, the show inside the dome went on, but Alas! No wonders happened…

Luckily! Passion:  is strangely a stubborn thing. It has the power to push you to do things which non passionate people may not even dare think of doing so. After a disappointing episode at the planetarium, My Passion for star gazing and astronomy led me to Super Star gazers!  aka 1000 times greater Lovers of Astronomy!

Umair Asim, from Lahore Astronomical Society. Hassaan Ghazali from Society of the Sun and Omer Bin Abdul Aziz.  They are the only ones working firmly to promote astronomy in the country and so their names cannot be brushed aside. 2 years back I reported a news on Planetarium’s condition while working in The Nation Newspaper. And soon after that I was asked to cover a full length feature on Astronomy in Pakistan. Then as if the work was still unfinished, a year later I decided to make a documentary on Amatuer Astronomers in Lahore. El Hamdulillah, that was a rewarding effort for my grades in university especially!

As a child I always wished I were in NASA, an astronaut  or some character from a science fiction story who had a spaceship and a gianttt telescope to see a star up close.

I dream of planets, I swear! , I dream of astronomical events. I’m a crazy little amateur astronomer who never gets tired of star gazing at night. I dream I’m in space, surrounded by a thousand sparkling stars …the  shiny star dust all around me!!! and the Eagle Nebula engulfing me in its foggy colors. I wish  I could  touch their beauty somehow. But Most of the times when I’m speaking of stars and moon and clusters, my family thinks me a dreamer. But how can I explain to them the peace I find in star gazing? It’s fascinating. It’s like an addiction. It’s God’s Creation after all and our Road to Awe!

Have a look, at the pictures captured right from Umair Asim’s  giant Celestron.

That’s crescent Moon. Our earth’s lover!

Now this is Moon Mosaic. Our moon, up close!!!

Above picture – Apollo 11 Landing Site.

Moon Craters.

Moon Mountain.

Moon-Crater Ring

Planet Venus

Planet Mars !

Jupiter with Great Red Spot.

Saturn!

Planet Jupiter.

Orion Nebula with Bow-Shock star-M42

Eskimo Nebula!!!

And now for the grand finale. Ladies and gentlemen, please behold. The star we’ve all heard about in both science and fiction. The one and Only, SIRIUS !

100 years ago the frontier of human exploration was limited, today; it’s extended through our solar system and reaches out to galaxies billions of light years away. We can experience adventures in this realm with new technologies; we can now simulate these distant environments and let people see what it’s really like to be there. In this way, our planetarium can be simulated space ships, staffed with knowledgeable tour guides: so that the ordinary citizen can explore the wonders of the universe.

If today, PIA sets out a proper strategy to run the Planetarium and starts funding it with even a small piece of compassion, our spaceship could be turned from dust to gold.

Anyway, What’s your favorite Nebula or shiny object in the sky at night? 🙂

May 14, 2011

“Something Wonderful”

by Khanum

“Will you kindly take me seriously?”

He sobered instantly at her imperious tone. “I’m going to marry you,” he said coolly, “that’s serious enough.”

“Do you realise,” she said with a winsome smile as she titled her head to the side, “that you become positively grim when you say the word ‘marry’?”

When he said nothing, she laid her hand on his sleeve, as if he was her friend, and gazed into his unfathomable grey eyes, seeing the cynicism lurking in their depths. “I don’t mean to pry, but are you happy with life –with your life, I mean?”

He looked irritated by her question, but he answered it.

“Not particularly.”

“There you see! We would never suit. You’re disenchated with life, but I’m not!.” the quiet inner joy, the courage and indomitable spirit he had sensed in her the night they had met, was in her voice now as she lifted her face to the blue sky her entire being radiant with optimism, innocence and hope. “I love life, even when bad things happen to me. I can’t stop loving it.”

Transfixed, he stared at her as she stood against a backdrop of vibrant roses and distant green hills– “Every season of the year comes with a promise that something wonderful is going to happen to me someday. In winter, the promise comes with the smell of snow in the air. In summer, I hear it in the boom of thunder and the lightening that streaks across the sky in blue flashes. Most of all, I feel it now, in springtime, when everything is green and black–”

“Black?”

“Yes, black–you know, like tree trunks when they’re wet, and freshly tilled fields that smell like–” she inhaled, trying to recall the exact scent.

“Dirt”, He provided unromantically.

She dropped her gaze from the heavens and looked at him. “You think me foolish,” she sighed. Stiffening her spine and ignoring the sharp stab of longing she felt for him, she said with calm dignity, “We cannot possibly wed.”

His dark eyebrows drew together over incredulous grey eyes. “You’ve decided that, merely because I don’t happen to think wet dirt smells like perfume?”

“You haven’t understood a word I have said,” She said desperately. “the fact of the matter is that if I marry you, you’ll make me as unhappy as you are–and if you make me unhappy, I’ll undoubtedly retaliate by making you unhappy, and in few years, we’ll both be as unhappy as ……”

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Excerpt from a novel, I read 6 years ago.

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It was a time when I was still a teenager. World was black and white to me. Things were always either right or wrong, It’s a age when we are  unaware of the oblivious choices and shades. Twists, and turns of faith & the most basic need of adult hours…Compromise! with complete faith in His Art.

The lines in hope of “something wonderful” have always been my favorite ones. The only reason they have managed to survive there in my mind only because: I hope as she hopes. But What could possibly drive me to write a post on it? the answer is my cousin-brother’s marriage.

At the time when he got married, I was still studying in school. My mind wasn’t a mind of an adult as it is now. It was innocent and really–straight like a line. Which is why i never understood why he and his wife never looked ridiculously in love after marriage. Or why they had issues – arguements – while they were simply “MARRIED”?

Years passed, the number of their kids increased and so as their fights.

Today they have 3 brat children. They have the eyes of their mothers, huge and pretty…the eyes my brother used to say , are like cow. Long ago, when he said that, perhaps there was a hint of annoyance in it. But not today.

“Something Wonderful” happened for both of them. “Something wonderful” that binded them together like honey is to bee.

The husband who was so thrilled and relaxed over getting a job in Dubai few months back– finally flew back to his home last month — to his wife — to his children — leaving every dime he earned in a foreign land full of promises. All this, Just to have the nearness of the one he had but never realized what she meant. And the wife, my sister-in-law , is as madly in love with him now as a wife is supposed to be in every hour of life.

Seeing them this insanely in love for the first time and that too after years of marriage is something so wonderful for all of us, that I wonder how wonderful it would be for them in reality? Are they over their differences? Have they decided to leave their prejudices and pride behind for the love of each other? And what do we know, what love is? How love is anyway?

Going through that paragraph once again after years of acquaintance with it, I noticed something wonderful in its own unique way for the first time. It’s amazing how my outlook on this conversation entirely changed. It’s like a work of art. New read. New Message.

Something wonderful does happen. No matter you’re exception or Rule. Rich or poor, Smart or dumb. Wonder is there in every second in every hour. But believing in greater miracles in your life requires a miracle within you utmost.

I’ve listed out certain points that may help all of you out there to come to better terms with your spouse. Again, let me mention I’m not an expert on halal relationships. I just happen to be a keen observer of events and people around me.  And I’ve learned, This world is a perfect place to learn about Imperfection.

Once we set goals for ourselves, we set a mind frame to like certain people based on their certain qualities. One error in someone can simply turn our good thinking mode off towards that person. But ask yourself. Is this a wise-thing-to-do?

Perfection is meant only for Allah. The Creator of the creation. Nothing after Him, is perfect in the true sense. Apply this word to the human system, “perfection” only “under limited” resources would be acquired. So whatever perfection is there offered to you by someone, are you willing to let it go , slip it away from your hands just like that? just because of some ‘humanly’ flaws?

Please, don’t! Cause you never know,  you’re praying to be with a perfect person who will lead you home, But in reality,  you’re destined to guide a misguided person to become a better person and make the most honest home on earth.

That calls for finding a miracle within you, First and utmost.

So Make du’a, Say prayers for a God fearing and caring spouse after every compulsory prayer. And then , have the heart to pray that if  you end up with a opposite character unlike the one  you wanted, then in that situation May He  makes you a wonderful guide and a miracle for that person to sober up and change.

May 9, 2011

The Soundbox

by Khanum

In the Name of Allah the Most Merciful and my Ever Living source of Light.

“I was trying to communicate with my mother with my hand gestures and sign language. She was having difficulty understanding the things I said as usual, so she told me to stop and wait for awhile till we were back at home.

I could not help but sit silently.

I had no balance in my cell which meant I couldn’t even text her and describe what I wanted.

“Excuse me” A voice so supple said to me. I looked up and asked….with my eyes. “Yes?”

“Can I sit with you?.”

I said.”Yes” with my eyes again.

I moved a bit on the side to give the woman some space to be seated.

Few minutes passed and I realized not only the woman I gave the seat to, rather all the women in the waiting lounge had their eyes on me and my hand gestures. I should have become used to it by now but still it made me a bit uncomfortable. Such pity there was in their eyes, I could easily read it but do nothing except pass a faint smile.

By the time the clock ticked out more few minutes,  My mother and i were back to our former discussion over my day activities and I once again tried to explain to her the words I could not mouth.

“I got back from work around 3 today. And you were asleep” I did some hand actions. “So after having lunch I also went to bed.”

“Okay okay…but you have to take a leave for tomorrow.”

“No. i can’t” I said back. And thanked God she was getting what I meant.

There was kindness in my mother’s eyes over the things i was telling her by signs. And I could understand that pity but what i did not get was the reaction of other women  – staring at me and saying – tsk tsk.

Khair, my deaf and dumb routine continued. and when the woman next to me no longer could take it, she finally passed her condolences to my mother – over my condition.

She thought I was deaf and dumb.

Mum thought it was hilarious.

And I think, I have been really a laughing stock over the past few days for everyone around me, yet it wasn’t bad enough.

‘Temporary Voice Loss’ was all that i was sufering from. I had been wearing ‘Cannot speak’ tag at my work place. Yes, people did pass a laugh or two over it but gradually everyone around me became to somehow learn a lesson from this ‘temporary loss’ of mine and bring me comfort. For a start, they paid more attention to my silence. For a change, even i PAID more attention to my own silence. I remember a  senior colleague passing a comment, ‘Miss pervisha aj bohat sukoon mai lag rahi hain’.

Then , secondly, as i wasn’t speaking at all, colleagues at work didnt come to me for gossip.

Heaven!!! I was saved from evil talk. El hamdulillah.

Thirdly, the absence of voice from natural sounbox …really gave a whole new perspective on  its proper usage. SubhanAllah! El Hamdulillah! Allahu Akbar.

Few days back, Nisaar.Y.Nadiadwala , An Islamic scholar ,  was not well. He excused himself from the facebook for awhile and when he returned, we were rewarded with a thoughtful note from his side. His musings were of excellent quality. Musings on life and the blessing of health after sickness.

My sickness may not be of that major type to inspire me with such great thoughts from within. Seriously… It was just a vocal cords infectiion, nothing to dance  about. And I would have regained health just like that without realising why I got sick in the first place – But you know Allah…He has His ways of showing us where we are and where in reality, He wants us to be.

el hamdulillah, I did get to see a brighter side,  a lesson from this illness. And this is what He wanted me to see.

I regained my voice yesterday evening , it was really something like a celebration for my mother. She missed hearing my voice aftr all. I missed my very personal soundbox too. Let’s  hope I don’t loose it again. Amen!