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Indo-Pak Express on a high


http://www.jang.com.pk/thenews/jun2011-weekly/nos-19-06-2011/spo.htm#6
( Published in The News, Sunday Page on 19 June 2011).

The victory of Indo-Pak Express, Aisam-ul-Haq Qureshi and Rohan Bhopanna, at the Gerry Weber Open Tournament in Halle (Germany) brings a cool breeze amidst the summer heat, to all of us from India and Pakistan. After winning the match they reach to their seats adjacent to each other where their white jackets hang, embellished with the four magical words: ‘Stop War Start Tennis’.

The message is simple and brief, yet has far-reaching implications. The message holds the key to the prosperity of one fifth of the Earth’s population.

They are best friends, both on and off the court, and say that they complement each other’s style of play. Ever since they paired up in 2007, their careers have been marching uphill.

It is not just their game but their spirit to rise above religious and political differences that makes usall proud. They may have yet to fulfill their dream of Wimbledon doubles title, but they have already lifted the biggest trophy of Peace and Sanity.

After one of the tournaments, Aisam had remarked: “There were a lot of Pakistanis and Indians in the crowd cheering for us. And you couldn’t tell the difference, who was Pakistani and who was Indian, they were all mixed together and supporting the same team.”

And indeed this is the truth, no matter what skeptics may say. We have more in common than in differences, whether it be our appearances, our histories or our geographical location.

These talented young men are a living example to the 1.4 billion Indians and Pakistanis that ‘United, we shall stand’.

The duo echo the feelings of millions of hearts that throb in the chests of the people, who aspire for peace and prosperity for themselves, as well as for their neighbours. Like Aisam and Rohan, these millions too could become the real ambassadors of peace in their own right. Together they could reckon to be a Peace Force large enough to defeat any force of hateful extremists or other vested interests that leave no stone unturned to sow hatred and differences between the two neighbours.

History, with three wars and years of tensions, cannot be changed and borders cannot be erased. But these young men have shown us that by ‘being friends’, we can avoid the waste of energies in hatred and blame games, and instead, harness the same energy towards progress and prosperity for the entire region. Let the borders be just on the land, not in our hearts is what the pair teaches.

It does not need rocket science, but just a flicker of change in one’s thinking to turn this hatred into love. It does not even need too many bureaucratic visits, MOUs or anti-war treaties if one and a half billion people of this subcontinent decide to make Aman ki Asha into a real everlasting peace.

Indians and Pakistanis are 1.4 billion people together, sitting beneath the noose of nuclear weapons in the region. True, that the possibility of these being used is negligible, but then why such a hefty expenditure in developing, maintaining and improving their ‘killing’ capabilities in the name of big meaningless words like ‘nuclear deterrence’?

We do not deny that there aren’t serious differences and contentious issues, but three wars and numerous tensions have failed to solve them. Nor will the missiles and nuclear weapons resolve them in future. There is no issue which cannot be settled through peaceful negotiations. So for the sake of the well being of the huge numbers of people at stake, it is time we give lasting peace a real chance. Tensions and wars benefit few, but peace shall benefit each one of us across the subcontinent.

The political tensions provide an excuse to the vested interests (outside the region) to continue getting both sides to buying arms and building arsenal for ‘safety’, amidst poverty, hunger, ignorance, illiteracy for millions on both sides. What if this money was used for development and not arms build up?

Let us ask for our ‘safety’ not through arms and ammunition, but through regional cooperation in education, health, alleviation of poverty and economic activity. This is only possible if both sides are at peace with each other.

Is this asking for ‘lasting peace not tensions’ that farfetched a dream? Maybe the idea looks a dream, but then dreams do come true too.

And Aisam and Rohan have shown us just that. Congratulations Indo-Pak Express. You make us proud.

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The Rhythm of Rain


Rustling leaves
Whispering winds
Rattle in thrill
To rejoice it’s arrival.
Gusty breeze,
Caresses the cheeks ,
Strokes the heart.
Soaked earth exudes
The aroma of maternal instinct
That no incense can match,
Ingresses into the brain
And cuddles the baby within.

Drizzling drops
With a naughty tinkle.
On the face, play jingle
Zeal of the downpour
Incites the kid within.
Doused with frolic,
Errupts into the expanse,
That no walls confine.

Pouring showers,
Seeping through the skin,
Drench the soul in ecstasy.
Clouds roar in thunder,
Saying ‘cheers’ in accord.
Lightening flash seizes,
The delightful sight,
In a frame of memory,
Frozen till eternity.

Water drips off,
Siphoning all the stress,
Ceding the heavenly bliss.
What else is Paradise?
So, do the best you can
When it rains on you,
Just let it rain.

Koi to Suno…


Ek duaa, mere shehr ke liye…t

Sukoon se jaagti subhein
Qahqahon se goonjti shaamein
Bekhauf o khatr sotee raatein
Suno, ab laut aao na…

Hansee jo rooth gai lab se
Khushi jo naraz hai sab se
Raunaq jo udaas hai kab se
Dekho, ab maan jaao na…

Khauf jis se na aam ho
Zulm jis se na zabt ho
Umeed jis se na khatm ho
Koi aisi dawa batao naa…

Nafrat koi bikherne naa paaye
Khushi itni ke sameti na jaaye
Aman aye to phir lautke na ja paaye
Kabhi aisa din bhi laao naa…

Coffee


On the eighth day God created coffee.

Legend of coffee discovery :

Kaldi, a goatherd, lived in Abyssinia around AD 850. One day he observed his goats behaving in abnormally exuberant manner, skipping, rearing on their hindlegs and bleating loudly. He noticed they were eating the bright red berries that grew on the green bushes nearby.

Kaldi tried a few himself, and soon felt a novel sense of elation. He filled his pockets with the berries and ran home to announce his discovery to his wife.

“They are heaven-sent,” she declared. “You must take them to the Monks in the monastery.”

Kaldi presented the chief Monk with a handful of berries and related his discovery of their miraculous effect.
“Devil’s work!” exclaimed the monk, and hurled the berries in the fire.

Within minutes the monastery filled with the heavenly aroma of roasting beans, and the other monks gathered to investigate. The beans were raked from the fire and crushed to extinguish the embers. The Monk ordered the grains to be placed in the ewer and covered with hot water to preserve their goodness. That night the monks sat up drinking the rich and fragrant brew, and from that day vowed they would drink it daily to keep them awake during their long, nocturnal devotions.

Another account suggests that coffee was brought to Arabia from Ethiopia, by Sudanese slaves who chewed the berries en route to help them survive the journey.


“As soon as coffee is in your stomach, there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move…similes arise, the paper is covered. Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle.”
~Honore de Balzac (1799-1859)

Common adverse effects: Insomnia, headaches, irritability and nervousness.

Daily recommendations( by Health Canada):

The daily dose of 2.5 mg/kg body weight would not cause adverse health effects in the majority of adolescent caffeine consumers.
For women of childbearing age, the recommendation is a maximum daily caffeine intake of no more than 300 mg, or a little over two 8-oz (237 ml) cups of coffee.
For the rest of the general population of healthy adults, a daily intake of no more than 400 mg.

Source: http://www.selamta.net/Ethiopian%20Coffee.htm
http://www.hc-sc.gc.ca/hl-vs/iyh-vsv/food-aliment/caffeine-eng.php

Happy Father’s Day -It’s a DAD LIFE !


Ha ha
This is dad life
It’s how we live
24/7, 365
Check me

Gas station glasses
Don’t care what the masses
Think about me wit my sweet goatee
I’m rockin’ my Dockers
With a cuff and a crease
I got that St. John’s Bay
And a clip for my piece

I look nice
I got dozens of dollars
And that’s right
It goes straight to my daughters and my wife
I’m a miracle dad
Makin’ magic with the checkbook is a talent I have

I roll hard in the yard
With a 60-inch cut
Zero turn radius
My neighbors say what?
They be drivin’ by
Peepin’ my landscape
Yo, these greens got nothin’ on my manscape

Hydrangeas (what), Begonias (naw)
Crape Myrtle (tight), ornamental turtle!
Hold up
Is that a weed in my fescue?
Aw naw, Round Up to the rescue

It’s the dad life, it’s the dad life
Take my daughty to the potty, it’s the dad life
(bringin’ home the bacon)
It’s the dad life, it’s the dad life
Shootin’ vids of the kids, it’s the dad life

Roll up to the splash pad, 10 AM
My whole entourage
Hops out the minivan
We splishy splashy for an hour or two
Then it’s back to the house
Preppin’ for the barbeque

Brats, dogs, rack of ribs, whateva (tight)
Get me on the Weber
Man, nobody does it betta
Call me lord of the grill
I’m king of the coals
Nana’s secret recipe, you know how I roll

1080p, 16×9
I’m rockin’ man cave status
With a screen like mine
Keep your peanut butter hands
Off my 50-inch Vizio
Pop up the corn, roll the Disney video

{ “A whole new world…” }

We got Aladdin, Jasmine
Abu, the genie (hey)
With kids like mine, everybody wants to be me
Sing a nigh-night song and then it’s off to bed
This is the dad life, no more to be said

It’s the dad life, it’s the dad life
Hit the mall, coaching ball, it’s the dad life
(bringin’ home the bacon)
It’s the dad life, it’s the dad life
Playing rough, fixing stuff, it’s the dad life
(bringin’ home the bacon)
It’s the dad life, it’s the dad life
Yeah, you know how we do it
It’s the dad life.

Producer – Whitney George, Angie Woods
Director – Gary Hornstien, Chris Munch
Director of Photography – Corey Lack

Written by – Chris Munch, Whitney George,
Joshua Andersen, Andrew Dale, Roman Johnson,
Adam Bush

Hope


I’m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope
Soul slides in stress
On a downhill slope
Stretched to the max
Nerves refuse to cope
The mind says ‘quit’
But the heart says ‘NOPE’.

All about Heart



Let your heart be your compass,
your mind your map,
your soul your guide…
and you will never get lost.
~Unknown.

Our heart is the voice of the soul.
Listen carefully and in its beating
you will hear the fluttering of angel wings.
~Unknown.

The head thinks,
the hands labor,
but it’s the heart
that speaks and laughs.
~Liz Curtis Higgs.

Have a heart that never hardens,
a temper that never tires,
a touch that never hurts
~Charles Dickens.

Let your heart guide you.
It whispers the truth.
so listen closely.
~(Land Before Time).

Being a Butterfly


How could you
Stay a caterpillar
Lazy and slow
Love to sleep
Within a cocoon
Hidden under a leaf
Into an Oblivion
Being a ‘nobody’.

Don’t you crave ?
To embrace a change
Chew up the cocoon
Carve your door
Into a closed wall
Create your world
Of free and frolic
Spread your wings
Take a flight
Into skies unbound
Like a butterfly

The Girl Effect


Girl Effect is a NPO founded in 2008.

The following are excerpts from an article published in Businessweek, 2009

‘Girl Effect’ Could Lift the Global Economy

There are 600 million adolescent girls in developing countries, but they are largely invisible to the world at large. Included among them are girls affected by armed conflict, domestic violence, HIV/AIDS, sex trafficking, and internal displacement, as well as girls in child-headed households or locked in early marriages. To ignore them is to miss the “girl effect,” which could be an unexpected answer to the global economic crisis.
When a girl benefits, so does everyone in society, including business. Girls as economic actors can bring about change for themselves, their families, and their countries. Conversely, ignoring the girl effect can cost societies billions in lost potential.

• When a girl in the developing world receives seven or more years of education, she marries four years later, on average, and has 2.2 fewer children.

• An extra year in primary school statistically boosts girls’ future wages by 10% to 20%, and every additional year a girl spends in secondary school lifts her income by 15% to 25%. The size of a country’s economy is in no small part determined by the educational attainment and skill sets of its girls.

• Young women have a 90% probability of investing their earned income back into their families, while the likelihood of men doing the same is only 30% to 40%.

• A girl’s school attainment is linked to her own health and well-being, as well as reduced death rates: For every additional year of schooling, a mother’s mortality is significantly reduced, and the infant mortality rate of her children declines by 5% to 10%.

• If educated, girls can get loans, start businesses, employ other women, and reinvest in their families—when they’re ready to have them. That means their children can also have an education.

Here’s why: When a girl benefits, so does everyone in society, including business. Girls as economic actors can bring about change for themselves, their families, and their countries. Conversely, ignoring the girl effect can cost societies billions in lost potential.
Girls and young women could be an important centerpiece of sustainable economic recovery—one that is worthy of innovative policy making on the part of business and governments alike. There are 600 million girls out there, after all. They just need to be seen, understood, and given a chance.

Sources:http://www.girleffect.org ( the video)
http://www.businessweek.com/globalbiz/content/apr2009/gb2009048_644459.htm (the above text)

Mom


When it was time to leave the baby asked,  “Tell me God, why are you sending me to Eartt?  How am I going to live there, so small and helpless?”

God : “I have assigned you an angel on Earth that is eagerly waiting for you to hold you and care for you.”

Baby, anxious: “It’s so Heavenly here, there are no worries. I just smile, sing and play.”

God, “Yes it isn’t Heaven down there, but the angel’s lap will be a small heaven I’ve ensured for you. The angel will always wear a smile looking at you, will sing you lullabys and will even play with you.”

Baby:  “How will I be able to live in that mad world?

God: “Your angel will blow into you the most beautiful feeling called love that will give you strength, and with much patience and care, will teach you how to live.”

Baby: “Will that angel protect me from the shrewd world?”

God said, “Your angel will never leave you in risk, will defend you even if it means risking it’s own life, even if you tell the angel, you need it no more.”

Baby: “But God, I will miss you?”

God : “Just look into the angel’s  eyes and you will find me there. Just beneath its feet, you will feel the same pleasure as that in Heaven.”

Baby: “No God, if I miss you a lot, promise you will call me back.”

God:  “Don’t ever say that. The angel  will bring you closer to me, in its care, you will thank me for having sent you there.”

God ( again): “Dear baby, delay no more, the angel is in great pain, waiting to have you”.

Baby (rushes, then turns back): “God, but please tell me, how will I know who’s my Angel?”

God: “You simply call her Mom.”

There’s nothing like the first hug,  a Mama hug.

There no word called ‘insomnia’ in the world within a Mom’s arms.


There’s nothing more warmer than a Mom’s touch, and nothing more touching than Mom’s love.

The first sense that a baby learns to identify his Mom is her smell.

The first language in which  a baby talks to his Mom is through smile.

Even the toughest of Mom’s have gentlest of hearts.

Whether from her breast or  her throat, she will do whatever it takes to feed her kids.

Kids are born with wings, Mom teaches them to fly.


A Mom teaches her babies how to swim against the rough tides.


Some more about Moms:

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
~Stevie Wonder

The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
~Henry Ward Beecher

A good mother is worth hundreds of schoolmasters.
~George Herbert

The post is dedicated to  Moms, one and all,  of  the world who begin as the first teachers, and then never cease to be one, all their life.