On a rain-dipped evening, a boy of age 9 looked out of the window and smiled as the cool breeze gushed through his hairs.The weather was beautiful and as some last remaining drops trickled down the window glass the boy's desire to go out and play reached heights. In the rush of the moment, he got up from the bed but was pulled back by the tension of the glucose pipe inserted in his left hand. His father, sitting beside on a chair, helped the boy back on the hospital bed and asked, "What happened dear?" The boy replied softly,"nothing", and went back staring into the infnity outside the window.
He had lost his mother in a communal riot a day before and he, himself was injured to death. Doctors had given up all hope as his left lung got punctured during the violence.
Remembering his mom and the loving nine years they had spent, tears floated in the boy's eyes but suddenly something struck him. Rain had stopped, the sky was painted in crimson, but what drew boy's attention was the beautiful rainbow, stretching across the sky as a garland. Looking at the wonderful canvas, the boy asked his father,
"Did God create that rainbow?". His father replied,"Yes".
The boy thought for a moment and asked,"If everyone in this world believes it, then WHY do they fight over the name of God?" His father was stunned, an innocent boy of 9 years understood the simple fact which many educated
adults fail to comprehend. The father couldn't answer, all he did was hug the child and kissed his forehead. The kid died a day later but the question remained "WHY". Maybe, someday mankind will and an answer.
Mohd. Zaid Naseem
Monday, July 13, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Give the title
Read the story below and come up with a good title. Best title will certainly get some award......
It was early morning and the sun was showering its light on my face, but the rays which were penetrating my head and igniting my brain were disturbing enough to force me out of my bed. This happens every day and I have to leave my favorite place to no one for the whole day. And I know, if I continue to lie down like that, I will still be forced out of my abode of rest by a set of other irritating elements who happens to be my great room mates. Sometimes I really feel that sleep is one of the loveliest creations of God for the entire living being but no one has ever been able to unravel the mystery behind it.
So it was the beginning of a new dawn, and as usual I was scolding myself again for being late. I was wondering, why all the people were sitting silently and not preparing for the day and my eyes went on the calendar which was hanging in front of me and that gave me a logical explanation….
It was Sunday and I was out of the bed so early??? No, this isn’t fair at all….
Mr. Sun why did you wake me up so early today??? If you can’t sleep , at least let the others sleep man….Everyday if you have got the responsibility of lighting the earth, it doesn’t mean that you expect everyone to get up and be like you. And you know how important rest is for a human being?? I mean after working for the whole week we get one day to take rest and you don’t even care for that.
“You should not rise on Sundays, you should also get one day holiday, and directly rise on Monday”, I was telling this to the Sun….
Imagine the prospect of Sun not rising on SUN-Day…..
I was standing and looking through the window, and advising Mr. Sun on my illogical thoughts that will bring a social harmony on this earth, but the vibration of my cell phone broke my reverie and was so high that I had to reluctantly apologize to Mr. Sun and come back to welcome the intruder who disturbed me in such an important meeting.
I thought it would be some colleague of mine planning to waste this Sunday too by roaming and loafing out…but no it was an unknown number. I picked up the call and tried to recognize the voice, which was actually known to me.
“Hey man forgotten or what, It is Saquib”
“Oh My God where are you my dear friend….long time didn’t hear from you”
It was one of my old friends trying to revive an old friendship by reciting all the idioms and phrases, he had learnt in the English Class. I also tried to show some but I know it’s not my piece of cake and again I stooped down to my level and then the sentences were fully loaded with all sorts of slang which I am sure will be censored if spoken in public.
“See it’s a serious matter…If your blood group is A positive then you need to directly go to Sanjay Gandhi Hospital and meet one old lady, who is hospitalized there and needs blood. She is going to be operated today and she doesn’t have any one to look after. If you can do this favor God will reward you. “
Now this God stuff always drives everyone crazy and people are ready to do so much if someone takes his name. In my case it was a matter of just a few milliliters of blood so I thought it a good opportunity to get some praise from my heart who always scolds me of being a self centered man. I thought at least for some days it will stop speaking against me and I will gain some respect from him if not from any other…
I asked my friend to accompany me as it was necessary to take precautionary measures. What if I lose my control by seeing the cruel nurse inserting the horrible needle in my vein? He can at least take me back home peacefully.
We reached the hospital soon and at the entrance there was a lady with a smiling face sitting and eagerly waiting for someone. We guessed maybe some attendant of that patient…. and asked. She nodded her head and started taking us towards, we thought to the bed where the patient is lying. On the way she started asking about us and I went on explaining to prove our credentials. I thought she was suspicious whether we were the right persons or not. Her questions were general, what we do, how do we know Saquib, but you know the human mind ….it always tends to think in the negative direction.
At the diagnostic centre she stopped and asked me to go and talk to the nurse sitting at one counter. I followed her commands and gave the patient’s name. The nurse filled a form , took my signature and asked me to go and lie down on the strange looking bed in the next room.
Then came the horrible scene of me getting tied to the bed…actually I was not tied to the bed but my left hand was cuffed, I don’t know why they make that scene so terrific. At that time whatever tool they bring, it doesn’t look friendly to the eyes. Then the prick of the needle, and the pain which is less but the eagerness before that drives a normal person crazy. I have always been curious to see that scene in spite of being scared but somehow I manage to always replay it in my mind, so that when I come next time I better be prepared. But that has never helped me in overcoming the phobia of deadly needle and the monstrous syringe. I mean they always turn my face white, I never understand why? So my hard earned blood was taken away for which I was very happy. I was imagining my heart standing in front of me and smiling with pride.
I got down from the bed and saw that lady’s face whom we met at the entrance. She was still smiling and looking at me with a sense of gratitude. I requested her to take us to the patient so that we can give her assurance that everything is fine and there is no need to worry about anything. After coming from such a long distance to donate blood to an unknown and poor person who was not well, it was necessary for us to greet her at least.
She smiled and told “You people have already met her”.
We were surprised and asked where and who is that lady?
She again repeated the same sentence and told she is going back to her bed now…..
She thanked us and then we saw the lady marching towards her room where she was admitted and going to be operated the same day.
I still remember the look on her face, a face without any worries and eagerness as if she is someone else attending to the patient.
Mujahid
It was early morning and the sun was showering its light on my face, but the rays which were penetrating my head and igniting my brain were disturbing enough to force me out of my bed. This happens every day and I have to leave my favorite place to no one for the whole day. And I know, if I continue to lie down like that, I will still be forced out of my abode of rest by a set of other irritating elements who happens to be my great room mates. Sometimes I really feel that sleep is one of the loveliest creations of God for the entire living being but no one has ever been able to unravel the mystery behind it.
So it was the beginning of a new dawn, and as usual I was scolding myself again for being late. I was wondering, why all the people were sitting silently and not preparing for the day and my eyes went on the calendar which was hanging in front of me and that gave me a logical explanation….
It was Sunday and I was out of the bed so early??? No, this isn’t fair at all….
Mr. Sun why did you wake me up so early today??? If you can’t sleep , at least let the others sleep man….Everyday if you have got the responsibility of lighting the earth, it doesn’t mean that you expect everyone to get up and be like you. And you know how important rest is for a human being?? I mean after working for the whole week we get one day to take rest and you don’t even care for that.
“You should not rise on Sundays, you should also get one day holiday, and directly rise on Monday”, I was telling this to the Sun….
Imagine the prospect of Sun not rising on SUN-Day…..
I was standing and looking through the window, and advising Mr. Sun on my illogical thoughts that will bring a social harmony on this earth, but the vibration of my cell phone broke my reverie and was so high that I had to reluctantly apologize to Mr. Sun and come back to welcome the intruder who disturbed me in such an important meeting.
I thought it would be some colleague of mine planning to waste this Sunday too by roaming and loafing out…but no it was an unknown number. I picked up the call and tried to recognize the voice, which was actually known to me.
“Hey man forgotten or what, It is Saquib”
“Oh My God where are you my dear friend….long time didn’t hear from you”
It was one of my old friends trying to revive an old friendship by reciting all the idioms and phrases, he had learnt in the English Class. I also tried to show some but I know it’s not my piece of cake and again I stooped down to my level and then the sentences were fully loaded with all sorts of slang which I am sure will be censored if spoken in public.
“See it’s a serious matter…If your blood group is A positive then you need to directly go to Sanjay Gandhi Hospital and meet one old lady, who is hospitalized there and needs blood. She is going to be operated today and she doesn’t have any one to look after. If you can do this favor God will reward you. “
Now this God stuff always drives everyone crazy and people are ready to do so much if someone takes his name. In my case it was a matter of just a few milliliters of blood so I thought it a good opportunity to get some praise from my heart who always scolds me of being a self centered man. I thought at least for some days it will stop speaking against me and I will gain some respect from him if not from any other…
I asked my friend to accompany me as it was necessary to take precautionary measures. What if I lose my control by seeing the cruel nurse inserting the horrible needle in my vein? He can at least take me back home peacefully.
We reached the hospital soon and at the entrance there was a lady with a smiling face sitting and eagerly waiting for someone. We guessed maybe some attendant of that patient…. and asked. She nodded her head and started taking us towards, we thought to the bed where the patient is lying. On the way she started asking about us and I went on explaining to prove our credentials. I thought she was suspicious whether we were the right persons or not. Her questions were general, what we do, how do we know Saquib, but you know the human mind ….it always tends to think in the negative direction.
At the diagnostic centre she stopped and asked me to go and talk to the nurse sitting at one counter. I followed her commands and gave the patient’s name. The nurse filled a form , took my signature and asked me to go and lie down on the strange looking bed in the next room.
Then came the horrible scene of me getting tied to the bed…actually I was not tied to the bed but my left hand was cuffed, I don’t know why they make that scene so terrific. At that time whatever tool they bring, it doesn’t look friendly to the eyes. Then the prick of the needle, and the pain which is less but the eagerness before that drives a normal person crazy. I have always been curious to see that scene in spite of being scared but somehow I manage to always replay it in my mind, so that when I come next time I better be prepared. But that has never helped me in overcoming the phobia of deadly needle and the monstrous syringe. I mean they always turn my face white, I never understand why? So my hard earned blood was taken away for which I was very happy. I was imagining my heart standing in front of me and smiling with pride.
I got down from the bed and saw that lady’s face whom we met at the entrance. She was still smiling and looking at me with a sense of gratitude. I requested her to take us to the patient so that we can give her assurance that everything is fine and there is no need to worry about anything. After coming from such a long distance to donate blood to an unknown and poor person who was not well, it was necessary for us to greet her at least.
She smiled and told “You people have already met her”.
We were surprised and asked where and who is that lady?
She again repeated the same sentence and told she is going back to her bed now…..
She thanked us and then we saw the lady marching towards her room where she was admitted and going to be operated the same day.
I still remember the look on her face, a face without any worries and eagerness as if she is someone else attending to the patient.
Mujahid
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
No offence meant
Trying to speak about oneself is difficult....
but everyone tried doing that....
One fellow said, it is impossible to judge a person, through what he says about himself, but he was caught by what he wrote (Mathematicians are always trapped in a state of paradox) and that showed him in a true picture....
There was a clinical psychologist also in the bunch of laymen....but he proved one thing by his analytical abilities....whether you know the person or not, there is something which may come as a truth and you get the kudos for that....He was great, and at last he got an opportunity to brush up his long forgotten lessons he took in that subject....Hats of to him....
I really felt like going for the course too....at least people will consider me too to perform that duty ;-).
There were men who knew the art of fooling too....and were successful in there attempt...but we need to be careful in future....Don't trust them (Don't trust me too)....
One white lie which was the best....was a person's attitude towards food, though the way it was written was offensive for some people but what he meant was exactly the opposite....I feel he always does that with the compilers....and they get clean bold by his alphabetical skills (A layman perspective)....I don't understand why he is always bothered about one English alphabet C.....
One thing was obvious from this exercise, whether you lie or you don't it will bring you in front of the people once you speak about yourself...and if you don't, that will also open you up....
but everyone tried doing that....
One fellow said, it is impossible to judge a person, through what he says about himself, but he was caught by what he wrote (Mathematicians are always trapped in a state of paradox) and that showed him in a true picture....
There was a clinical psychologist also in the bunch of laymen....but he proved one thing by his analytical abilities....whether you know the person or not, there is something which may come as a truth and you get the kudos for that....He was great, and at last he got an opportunity to brush up his long forgotten lessons he took in that subject....Hats of to him....
I really felt like going for the course too....at least people will consider me too to perform that duty ;-).
There were men who knew the art of fooling too....and were successful in there attempt...but we need to be careful in future....Don't trust them (Don't trust me too)....
One white lie which was the best....was a person's attitude towards food, though the way it was written was offensive for some people but what he meant was exactly the opposite....I feel he always does that with the compilers....and they get clean bold by his alphabetical skills (A layman perspective)....I don't understand why he is always bothered about one English alphabet C.....
One thing was obvious from this exercise, whether you lie or you don't it will bring you in front of the people once you speak about yourself...and if you don't, that will also open you up....
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