have i forgotten to live

First, u will be dying to finish your high school and start college.
And then u will be dying to finish college and start working.
Then u will be dying to marry and have children.
And then u will be dying for your children to grow old enough
so that u could go back to work.
But then you will be dying to retire.

And Then one day you will be dying.
Suddenly u will realize that u forgot to live.

Don’t let this happen to you.
Appreciate your present situation.
Enjoy each day.

No Time to Hide for Muslims by Aijaz Zaka Syed (View from Dubai)

A Very well written article … 30 November 2008
Watching the terror nightmare unfold in Mumbai over the past three days with me on television, my kids have repeatedly asked me: “Who are these terrorists and why are they doing this?” And every time I wished I could offer them a convincing answer.
What could I tell them? For one, I was equally clueless why these guys had taken over India ‘s financial and cultural capital and were targeting people who had nothing to do with them and had done nothing to harm them.
For two, I was too ashamed to tell them these guys were ostensibly Muslims and came from a country that was created in the name of Islam.
At work, while my colleagues went about covering the madness in Mumbai and laying out special pages with the images of the incredibly beautiful hotel, Taj, with its Islamic arches and domes, go up in smoke, I find it hard to look my colleagues in the eye.
And this happens all the time. Every time innocents are targeted in the name of Islam around the world, one can’t face one’s non-Muslim friends and colleagues. I feel like burying myself in the ground. Growing up in a religious family, one never thought one would see the day when being a Muslim could be a source of shame.
A distraught friend who has devoted her life to speaking and fighting on behalf of Arabs and Muslims wrote in yesterday saying “I’ve had it with the Arabs and Muslims and Islamic militancy. Forgive me but I am throwing in the towel.”
I couldn’t write back to her but understood her pain. She grew up in Mumbai and is understandably upset.
My friend went on to say: “The Muslims and Islam have a problem and only they can solve it. If they do not, the whole world will turn against them.”
If this is how our most loyal friends feel, imagine the sentiments and reactions of the rest of the world. Can you blame the world if it’s turning against Muslims? What do you expect when not a single day passes without the name of our faith being dragged through the mud by fellow believers around the world?
How many innocents have to die in the name of Islam before Muslim leaders and countries take effective action to deal with the nuts, who are out to destroy us all with their nihilistic cult?
I know that the Muslim leaders including those in the highest echelons of power have lately started speaking out against the extremists.
Darul Uloom Deoband in India , one of the oldest and most respected centres of learning in the Muslim world, issued a fatwa against terrorism at a large gathering of Islamic scholars and leaders in June. Last month, nearly 5,000 scholars backed the edict at a huge congregation in Hyderabad .
The OIC, the organisation of Muslim states, and Saudi Arabia , the leader of the Arab-Islamic world, have of late been equally vehement in condemning these repulsive acts of violence targeting innocents.
Eminent Muslim intellectuals and journalists like Tariq Ramadan, a grandson of Muslim Brotherhood founder Hasan Al Banna, and India ‘s MJ Akbar and numerous others too have repeatedly protested this distortion of Islamic teachings and spirit.
These calls of conscience on behalf of mainstream Islam have however proved voices in the wilderness. Clearly, we need to do more to be heard by the world and to stop this shameful victimisation of innocent people in the name of religion.
The great irony of the Mumbai attacks is the killing of Anti-Terrorism Squad chief Hemant Karkare and his colleagues. Karkare, a brave and decorated officer investigating the Malegaon blasts and other recent terror attacks that he established to be the handiwork of Hindu extremists, not Muslim groups like SIMI, was killed by the terrorists outside Cama hospital Wednesday night. Obviously, Muslims do not know who their real friends and enemies are. And, pray, why is India increasingly being singled out for this savagery? What do they think this country is? A Hindu country or an anti-Muslim nation?
Do the ignorant dummies repeatedly being sent out on the so-called jihad know that this great country is home to the world’s largest Muslim population? Almost twice the size of the Islamic Republic of Pakistan! India ‘s greatest superstar is a Muslim, not to mention the countless achievers in other fields.
Why are our friends across the border bent on destroying the whole world with themselves? Is this what Islam and the noble Prophet teach and stand for?
It’s all very well for us to say Islam has nothing to do with extremism and terrorism. We can go on deluding ourselves these psychopaths do not represent us.
However, the world finds it hard to accept this line of argument because it sees the extremists increasingly assert themselves and take the centre-stage while the mainstream Islam remains silent.
The great religion that preaches and celebrates universal brotherhood, equality of men and peace and justice for all has been hijacked by a demented, miniscule minority. And, as my friend says, only Muslims can solve this problem. Only Muslims can confront these anarchists in their midst.
Only they can get their faith freed from the clutches of extremism. This is no time to hide. It’s time to stand up and speak out. For the terrorists will continue to speak on our behalf, until we do not speak up. This is no time for silence. Enough is enough!

Editor Mumbai (Times of India)…….Great writeup……

LETTER TO PRIMEMINISTER

Dear Mr. Prime minister

I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don’t even do that.

Today I heard your speech. In which you said ‘NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED’. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement ‘NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED’ is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortunate people of India.

Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out by about a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues days are not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclear reactor and there will be one more Hiroshima.

We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. You promised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.

Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kick out this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family. Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocent people, isn’t it?

I am born and bought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believe me corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar. Look at all the politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, Bal Thackray , Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all are rolling in money. Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chief minister I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI every other day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight next election. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI for fisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore. Next time terrorist can comfortably live in those house , enjoy the beauty of sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.

Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozen builders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like me knows this and with all your intelligent agency CBI you and your finance minister are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes? To the underworld isn’t it? Our politicians take help of these goondas to vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have time please come to me, I will tell you everything.

If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have ever cared to write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side we are reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side you politician has converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everything Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, Christian Schedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN. You politician have raped every part of mother India by your policy of divide and rule.

Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligent person, such a fine human being. You politician didn’t even spare him. Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politician feels they are supreme and there is no place for good person.

Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person, most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First and foremost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name of all Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency. Let them find wolf among us. There will be political upheaval but that will better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day. Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Let there be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of.

Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by one person or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?

Dubai Jayenge (will u go to dubai)

Nothing about me has changed.  As soon as I make a to-do list, I take the time to do things like this.

I started writing this post a while ago, but stopped because I realized that I wasn’t exactly sure what I was trying to say.  Everything in my life felt messy for a moment, and I suppose I was trying to vent, but I do not enjoy public…ventilation?, so I deleted it.  My mind and eyes are wide open to everything that is new around me, and believe me, there is an abundance of newness present.  I’m not just foreign, I feel foreign, which is something new for me.

On to something new.  I’ve been going to job interviews for the last few weeks, which has entailed daily journeys between the emirates of Dubai and Sharjah.  The distance between the two should only take about 15 minutes, but because of the traffic, it can take up to 3 hours, specially while returning from Sharjah during peak hours.  Because this country does not believe in an actual system of public transportation, and I am sans vehicle, I have been taking taxis.  I’m sure you all can just imagine the joyful expression on the face of a Sharjahtaxi driver when, after hailing him, I divert eye contact and say ”to Dubai, please!” Like a small child ordered to do his chores, he whimpers and carries on.  The first time this happened, the taxi driver and I were stuck together for 3 and 1/2 hours. After the second hour, he turned to look at me and pointed his pinkie finger toward the roof of the car.  I couldn’t help but to squint my eyes in question. Understanding that I was confused, he said, “do you know what this means?” I confirmed my confusion. “It means I need to go to toilet, too much water I drink. Okay with you Sirji?” (the taxi driver was a nice  pakistani chap) Of course, I would not deny him personal relief, so we pulled over at some sort of automotive shop.  I decided not to ask about the pinkie, and store the gesture in my mind for future reference.

The small whimper and complaint I receive from Sharjah taxis is not what I have experienced from Dubai drivers.  If I tell him my destination before actually placing myself in the taxi, he will drive away quickly, leaving me to continue frying in the sun.  I think I have finally mastered the situation, though.  The first step is to place self in taxi and close door before any communication.  Then, break the news about the future you will share.  The other day I did this, and the driver told me, “no, get out.”  After some pleading, he still refused.  I politely told him that I was not moving.  We sat in silence, parked against the curb for 10 minutes, until finally I said, “listen, I’m not getting out, and I truly don’t mind sitting here for as long as it takes.”  At that moment, he reluctantly forced his way into the traffic. I WIN.

When, I tell you that the traffic is bad, I feel that some of you may think I’m exaggerating. I googled “Dubai Traffic” and found a photo that documents perfectly my commute:

Sophisticated cities have sophisticated public transportation. COME ON DUBAI! …. well after all dubai is one place that has been on the front of human development for many years but this is one area i hope they do something about pretty soon.

coming back to the point that i had delayed this writeup for long … well it was another incident in Mumbai that made me situp n think. I was supposed to catch a train from LTT Kurla at 9:50pm and left Kandivali at around 5:15pm, i still missed the train. O|O … i know people have been raising too many eyebrows… i reached the station that day at 10.30pm … of course i should have assumed that the train had left but … 😐

well i guess we can jus say that the whole world … be it Hi Tech Dubai or our very own Amchi Mumbai … traffic is something mankind is yet to control 🙂

Jai Maharastra !!!

Thackerey’s Policies. Have a look at it….


We all should support Raj Thackeray and take his initiative ahead by doing more…

  • We should teach our kids that if he is second in class, don’t study harder.. just beat up the student coming first and throw him out of the school.
  • Parliament should have only Delhiites as it is located in Delhi.
  • Prime-minister, president and all other leaders should only be from Delhi.
  • No Hindi movie should be made in Bombay. Only Marathi.
  • At every state border, buses, trains, flights should be stopped and staff changed to local men.
  • All Maharashtrians working abroad or in other states should be sent back as they are SNATCHING employment from Locals.
  • Lord Shiv, Ganesha and Parvati should not be worshiped in our state as they belong to north (Himalayas).
  • Visits to Taj Mahal should be restricted to people from UP only.
  • Relief for farmers in Maharashtra should not come from centre because that is the money collected as Tax from whole of India, so why should it be given to someone in Maharashtra?
  • Let’s support kashmiri Militants because they are right to killing and injuring innocent people for benefit of their state and community……
  • Let’s throw all MNCs out of Maharashtra, why should they earn from us? We will open our own Maharashtra Microsoft, MH Pepsi and MH Marutis of the world.
  • Let’s stop using cell phones, emails, TV, foreign Movies and dramas. James Bond should speak Marathi.
  • We should be ready to die hungry or buy food at 10 times higher price but should not accept imports from other states.
  • We should not allow any industry to be setup in Maharashtra because all machinery comes from outside.
  • We should STOP using local trains… Trains are not manufactured by Marathi manoos (people) and Railway Minister is a Bihari.
  • Ensure that all our children are born, grow, live and die without ever stepping out of Maharashtra, then they will become true Marathi’s

Me, Marathi written by Shoba De

i am in love with this woman, awesome writeup !!!

Correct me if I am wrong, Raj… but I consider myself an assal
Marathi manoos. Born in Maharashtra to Maharashtrian parents etc.
Proud to be Marathi (even though my language skills in my mother
tongue are embarrassingly dodgy). I don’t know how to make the
perfect puran poli but I do love aamti..

This is clearly not enough anymore. Going by the checklist, I could
be disqualified on several scores. I am married to a Bong, who has
lived and worked in Mumbai for over 30 years (but alas, has not been
appointed ambassador to the state of West Bengal yet!). He attends
Durga Puja regularly and prefers maacher jhol to vangi bhaat.

Fortunately, we don’t have a daughter-in-law to name a college after,
either in Kolkata or Mumbai…. And our children (like yours) did not
attend Marathi-medium schools.. We employ people based on their
competence, not caste or region. And I have never asked the vegetable
vendor, breadwalla, taxi driver, dhobi, sweeper, elevator attendant,
security guard, pizza delivery boy or any of the other people who
make my life easier, which part of India they come from.

This is Mumbai, meri jaan! Who cares where anyone comes from? Dhanda
is all that matters.. Mumbai is India ‘s most powerful magnet. Once
you get here, you never leave. Don’t believe me? Ask those innocent
bhajjiwallas and doodhwallas who were beaten up and stoned by your
men last week. Even with blood-soaked bandages around their heads,
and broken hearts, they are staying put. As they should.

Aaah, the natak of your dramatised ‘arrest’ was not lost on anybody.
Had Rakhi Sawant’s slapping stunt not grabbed those eyeballs on
Valentine’s Day, viewers would still be stuck with the image of a
nattily dressed you (mmmm…loved the styling), clambering in and out
of the police van. If Rakhi cleverly stage-managed the incident, what
should one say about your brilliant coup? Overnight, Raj Thackeray
was elevated from being the discarded Thackeray to a national figure.
In one well-orchestrated move, you went from being a neglected nephew
of an ageing tiger, to a sharp-clawed, teeth-baring cub with an
independent act of his own. The circus acquired a brand new star attraction — you!

It was never easy being a Thackeray. Ask Balasaheb. If he targeted
south Indians in the ’60s, you smartly headed north. Same agenda,
diametrically different directions. By questioning the bona fides of
those who have made Maharashtra their home, both of you tapped into
the vulnerabilities of the average Marathi manoos. It is worth asking
the very people whose interests you are protecting, whether they
really want to do the dirty work currently being handled by the
northies.

Will the Marathi manoos agree to put in 18 hours a day plying taxis,
selling veggies, washing clothes and so on? Who’s stopping them from
turning into vendors of milk, food grains, and other commodities?
Perhaps, the Marathi manoos considers such occupations demeaning? The
truth is, these jobs have always gone abegging, and there have been
any number of hungry, unemployed people from other states ready and
willing to grab them. Kick the ‘outsiders’ out at your own peril, and
see what happens…

Why do farmers commit suicide in such numbers only in Maharashtra ?
The answer, dear Raj, may surprise you.

In your defence, let me say you received the worst press — biased at
best, and shrill to boot. Most of the semi-hysterical reporters from
prestigious news channels were embarrassingly ill-informed as they
blabbered incoherently each time a leaf moved outside the
magistrate’s court!

Surely, you are not complaining? Everything seems to be going
according to the master plan. You have ‘made it’ in one swift move.
And women are finding you kinda cute in that sleeveless baby blue
pullover. Great copy, great photo ops. What more does a neta want? To
keep Mayawati and Lalu out of Maharashtra ? Now, that’s a tall order!

friends!!! all i wanna say is that jus because some dude is getting a complex of getting his presence felt in all the wrong ways possible. end of it he is sitting in his house … roaming around in the safety of his bullet proof cars …. WHO SUFFERS? us … we … me … u … the common man … is dividing the country a solution to all this problem … where is the india’s image of being the most culturally and non communal country in the world … are we the common people to blame … NO !!! … its the few people who ae creating the divide in this beautiful nation.

Hello Happiness !!!

how do u define happiness?

“i feel it is more of a feeling rather than something that we can easily put into words” says G*Nice

some measure it by money in the bank, though its no doubt true that if you have a healthy flow of cash, you are empowered to enjoy the pleasures of life and live comfortably, drive a fancy car, enjoy the fruits of exotic travel and to a certain degree have a sense of security for the future. but then life does tell us that no one knows what the next days or in fact the next moment has in store for us. to top it all we have heard of multimillionaires who on the face of it have everything, but just cannot buy themselves true happiness.

so as a proof we know that true happiness is not just a money thing. i have more often found it to be true that people that seem to have very little in terms of material wealth and those who don’t get caught up in the rat race to usually acquire the same, appear to be the most content. but i don know if it’s merely a case of ignorance is bliss or is it that a more humble and uncluttered living allows people to focus on the more important things in life, like health, family, community and stuff like that.

don’t get me wrong, if i say that i would love have a mint back home. i wouldn’t mind a few extra zeros at the end of my bank balance with a number of course at the front of them. i wouldn’t mind living n spending extravagantly, but then it hits me … just think of the difference you could make to somebody’s life by using what u blow away at a club on a Saturday night. sometimes it sure seems that there is something missing, even though the wealth is plentiful.

i feel happiness is a much more simpler than it seems. if u wake up in the morning and before you are truly aware of who and where you are, you have a feeling of optimism and calm surrounding u rather than dread or  worries, then i feel u are on the right path. if u can go about your daily routine being thoroughly sure that there is no one u have bad feelings for, and that anyone u meet will be pleased to meet you, then u are doing something right. just look at your friends and relationships that you have, and use it them as a mirror to judge yourself and you come out looking pretty, i think u have then actually cracked it. Happiness i mean, not the mirror!!!

All that i am – Shushant Rao George

This is my life, its not what it was before, how these feelings I have shared.
These are my dreams, that I haven’t lived before,
somebody wake me coz I must be sleeping.

now that we are here so far away,I will struggle if I wasn’t there,
all the mistakes that I have made,they have finally started to go away.
now that we are here so far away and I feel that I can face again.
I can say that I ain’t ashamed to be the person that I am today.

These are my words that I have never said before,I think I am dealing ok.
This is my smile, that I have never shown before,
somebody shake me coz I must be sleeping.

Now that we are here so far away,I will struggle if I wasn’t there
all the mistakes that i have made,they have finally started to go away.
now that we are here so far away and I feel that I can face again,
I can say that I ain’t ashamed to be the person I am today.

I have started fading,please don’t save me.
I am afraid of waking,please don’t shake me.

Now that we are here so far away, I will struggle if I wasnt there,
and all the mistakes that I have made,they have finally started to go away.
now that we are here so far away and I feel that I can face again.
I can say that I ain’t ashamed to be the person I am today.

written by close friend Shushant

i am feeling blue :( is it me or is it u!

me was feeling blue,
i asked myself, what should I do?
something feels a little bad,
how do I fix this feeling sad?

i told myself I need to see
exactly what is bothering me
so me thought and thought through all my fears
and the big world blurred from all my tears.

with tissues piled on either side
me sighed, i’m glad I cried.
now i’ve fixed whatever was wrong.
now the sadness should be gone
so me sat down and looked inside… HOLY COW!
it was bigger now.

but me was one tough pup
me told myself, I won’t give up.
i’ll tell my friends i’m feeling blue,
i’m sure that they’ll know what to do.

someone said, things, your life ain’t half bad.
she said, they aren’t so sad.
me said, that’s rough, man.
but inside me thought, this was a bad plan.

then, me was not just sad,
now add to sad, me felt quite bad.
the past two plans didn’t work at all,
and still remained the sadness flaw.

I hate this horrible sticky sadness,
the feeling badness.
this must be madness.

if everyone said I should be happy,
maybe the problem is all just me.

and then the sadness got much worse,
for me had cast a curse.
sadness and blueness are tough to bout,
but they’re nothing compared to the worst, self-doubt.

now, on top of feeling blue,
me is sad,
feels bad, thinks me’s mad,
WHAT TO DO?!?

some of us can sit through sadness,
but others, this can drive to madness.

what’s the difference between these two?
is it just that some people don’t feel blue?
no, you silly, it’s what you do
when a bit of blueness falls on you.

there is a myth that goes like this
every moment should be filled with happiness.
the truth is there isn’t always a cure
sometimes we simply have to endure.

so if you’re having a miserable day,
be a grump, feel that way.
just feel the way you need to feel,
the truth is it’s just no big deal.

Motorcycles, life & everything else in between.