The Limits of Choice

It is often said that man is what he chooses to be, that our choices make and define who we are. But it isn’t just the choices that we make, it is also those we choose to drop. By limiting myself I am able to think more clearly on those few very important tasks.

Limiting myself makes me free to think more and to ironically choose more. Not choosing more in variety, but more in quality and the experiences that I go through.

In effect, we can learn more by limiting ourselves to only a few options. Our lives become less cluttered and our minds are free to roam the possibilities of those options that we have chosen.

 

The failure of many time management programs, to elicit a response or success to people isn’t that the methodology is wrong, but that their philosophy is wrong. Many people wrongly assume that they must manage their time. No one can do that, we can only manage the tasks we place in our time.

This is the importance of limiting your choices. If you have only a select, high priority, and highly important set of tasks, you manage less and are able to organize more fluidly.

Time management books think differently. They assume that you will always have more work than time in your life.

This is the problem.

People need to be taught to limit the choices, limit what it is you have to accomplish to be more free to perform quality thinking, and quality work.

“My love is ready to shine”

I believe! I believe! I believe! ‘you are mine’…

Heart says, ‘my love is ready to shine’

 

I care, I bear, I dare…

Just to let things the way they are fine

 

She is the one, making me her one…

But I never tried with a punch-line

 

Days of loneliness, bad dream nights…

Belief wiped everything, ‘you are mine’

 

I believe! I believe! I believe! ‘you are mine’…

Heart says, ‘my love is ready to shine’

 

Blinking eyes hide deep sea inside…

Lips just furnished to say ‘you are mine’

 

I know you are keeping fear…

I can make love, its not whine

 

I’ll lift you from all your fear…

Be still, and know I am near

 

And then you’ll hear my voice…

Claiming you as my choice

 

I’ll whisper ‘I love you’…

Making all my dreams come true

 

No one will ever do…

I will be yours, I am true

 

Tell me will you honor and obey…

Promise me never to stray

 

I believe! I believe! I believe! ‘you are mine’…

Heart says, ‘my love is ready to shine’

The Last Sane Generation

Tuning radio over AM to catch best possible frequency, walking over roads kicking tin packs lying down, ringing neighbours bell and run-aways, hiding sight-glasses of friends, running to set directions of antenna and shouting ’theek hai???’ , running behind video games, following Pokemon and Tom n Jerry, visiting amusement parks, recording songs on cassettes, waiting for VCR cassettes to be available in markets, cricket in streets, wondering over blue-sky and later its darkness, riding bicycles and yelling ‘no brake!!!’ are few countable things related to our generation lacked by next ones. 

Now the life has abruptly changed. No one has time to amuse himself, no gatherings, everyone is busy, selfishness overtakes honesty and dignity. Radios, Television Antennas, color cartoons, VCRs have become things of passed past yet memories are linked. I’m proud being part of last generation enjoying all that fun-stuff. 

Those days were the most amazing ones, being in-touch with friends even phones were not available then. I remember gatherings on  Chaarpoy. Elders discussing the then situations of country, politics, cricket n hockey matches and solving circumstances faced by people living near-by, while we, children, kept ourselves busy in fun-crackers, joking, mocking, fighting and other similar stuff.  

There were many thing we lacked but not owning them still made our life enthusiastic.Early 90s had very less motor-vehicles, people had to cover distances over foot, cycles or similar ways but that kept them physically fit and energetic. Only there were two Television channels but people used to  gather at one place never missing any single clip of a drama serial. Now, anyhow having hundreds of channels, crowds have vanished. The generations next to ours even don’t have time to enjoy cartoons. They just keep themselves busy in ipods, mp3 players, play-stations, HD games but they don’t know how to tune back an audio cassette, fix antenna at best direction, operating rotary dialer of telephone.  

No one is going to reject importance of modern era but still it has vanished self-respect, physical involvement of people and gatherings. Everyone lives his self-centered life. We did not have Play stations, 99 television stations, flat screens, surround sound, mp3s, iPods, computers and the Internet, but nevertheless we had a GREAT Time!!! and this all stuff makes me feel proud being part of last generation, ‘the last sane generation’. 

W-H-I-N-E-R to WINNER

What does ‘whine’ really mean is just simple with following words, uttering a plaintive, high-pitched, protracted sound, as in pain, fear, supplication, or complaint. And then to complain or protest in a childish fashion.

Stop it … please. I’m so exhausted of hearing people whine in place of appreciating what they own. You and I have a lot. We have way more than most people round the world. Yes… others may have more, but so what!

Here is what WHINE means to me…

W – Wrapped up in their issues (self-centered)

Whiners are swathed up in their own concerns and they want everyone to know it. They are so “happy” that they have someone who is listening to their problems. They really have faith in that all of their pessimistic, self-serving, petty complaints are interesting to others. If you listen to whiners you are just giving them attention they don’t deserve.

Winners are people who motivate, infuse enthusiasm in us and who give us ideas, strategies and support to go to the next level. They share their experience, strength and hope.

H – Helpless and Hopeless

Whiners are helpless and hopeless. They want to drag you down into their tar pits. They want you to feel bad for them. However, they really don’t want you to help them. It is like they put oil on their bodies. Every time you reach to support them they slip out of your hands. They like being helpless. They love not having hope. They love wallowing in their own tragedy. You can point out 100 ways that they can change and grow and succeed. They don’t want to hear it, they like being whiners.

Winners are people who gladly accept your help. Not only do they reach out and grab your hand, they use their feet, bodies and minds to help you life them up. They help you help them. Winners see hope, they see hope in the smallest moments and take hold of those moments as messages of better times to come.

I – Insecure

Whiners are insecure. If they don’t have a tragedy to share they think they may lose you as a friend, support or coworker. They see their whining as a tool to keep people close. They don’t believe that they are worthy of friendship, love, or real support. They believe that they are only as good as the next whine fest.

Winners are secure. They look at their past and know that they have gone through tough times before. This too shall pass. They know that they have within them the power to overcome. They are winners.

N- Negative Thinker

Whiners feed off of negativity. They look for negative messages to validate their position. They love proving people wrong… “See I told you it wouldn’t work” Whiners love pointing fingers at others, blaming others for the state of affairs while taking no responsibility for their own actions.

Winners are optimists. They see their potential and the potential of others. Their positive attitude increase their ability to see opportunities. If things don’t work out as planned they shrug their shoulders and move on.

E – Eliminate Whining

Whining doesn’t help you at all. It hurts you. Every whiner has within them the possibility of becoming a winner. If they chose to change their thoughts, behavior and rewards. You would be surprised to learn how many winners were once whiners. Make the choice to be a winner. Our world needs more winners and a lot less whiners.

 

Dedicated to my old friends…

Around the corner I have a friend,

In this great city that has no end.

The days go by& weeks rush on,

& before I know it,a year is gone.

I never see my old friend’s face,

For life is a swift & terrible race.

He knows I like him just as well,

as in the days when I rang his door bell.

But we were younger then,

& now we are busy,tired men.

Tired of playing a foolish game,

Tired of trying to make a name.

‘Tomorow’ I say I will call on him,

just to show that I still remember him.

But tomorow comes & tomorow goes,

& distance between us grows & grows.

Inside the same city yet miles away,

Here’s a telegram “SIR HE DIED TODAY”.

That is what we deserve in the end.

Around the city corner a vanished friend.

 

Shared by UMAR EHSAN…

I ask you all, can anyone satisfy me…

I ask you all, can anyone satisfy me…

I look up and the sky is strange,
Red with blood-shed,
black with sorrows’ pack.

Millions killed billions burned,
but they never ever had something earned.

Muslims and non-muslims created no distinction,
they had better use the same injection.

Who are they …? I ask you all, can anyone satisfy me…

Even its east or west, didn’t allow anyone have some rest.

A child waits her father coming back from madrissa,
but finds her sorrows with Mother Tressa

She just lost her loving father
who can now lead her young brother.

Who cares for her
I ask you all, can anyone satisfy me…

People claim ‘change has come, now world is alive’
no one can guess this is just a dream-drive.

Laughters and laughters all around, but mind it his heart produces a broken sound.

How can we stop this killing
when every smile is always thrilling.

I ask you all, can anyone satisfy me…

M.B.B.S. What a medical student thinks…

Acholorhydira, Panhypopituitarism, Exophthalmos, Thyrotoxicosis blah… blah… Oh please damn care about them. They are meant for a Medical student, their living style…

 

 

MBBS is not as simple as its name is supposed to. One can’t just imagine the hectic life of a medical student. Wake up early in morning(BUT Thats not the case with me as i do wake up 5 min after university time). However I have never missed my 1st lecture… the door is always open even if u approach 5 min after lecture simple reason: teachers just deliver lecture they don’t even bother whether u r listening or not. Its the time when u have to study yourself and attendance matters a lot .Auwww don’t worry about at that moment u can test your friends just ask them 4 your proxy if u wanna bunk a lecture u have many options to spend that time u can go 2 hostel or study somewhere in university like theta party but best way is to go out and ave some party scene…
There is something more interesting with our teachers, THE NAMAZ TIME. When students have no reasons to study, they just excuse teacher with ‘Sir Azan horahi hai’ Even it isn’t the prayer time..

Doctors are supposed to study heavy loads i mean books covering thousands of pages, just a way to kill time, a way to fill exam sheets. Everything lies in practical work but still thanks to internet *Chaapa*. Here comes an interesting thing about us, our hostel has cats so practical work is available balke I must mention available in our hands Not like the engineers approaching College Road or…

A wish to complete Medicine in a short period of time takes us to atleast six to seven years or even more and most ov our seniors have simply saying silver hair.

We, the students, just own a wish of having calculations, Suppositions, accuracies, measurements and integrations other than disections and sheee sheee!!!! :’(

Just to end up with a short phrase ” We Are Medical Students… A Revenge By Ourselves”

LADIES…

Talking about ladies comes to me an extra-ordinary thing but it becomes complex when this just turns into writing. Ah!!! Probably the most amazing topic for men… sorry ladies.

Ladies are the creatures that die less or even never die. Seems something superficial but I ll stand strong on my words ‘ladies die less’.

Going for conditions in our own country, bomb blasts almost are a part of routine. And what we listen over news channels is ’50 men have been martyred in a suicide blast in XYZ city.’ But what about ladies??? I don’t want them to die but they should keep a constant ratio to men.

If you go to a graveyard, probably you will find 1000^th grave of a lady after 999 owned by men mentioning ‘Saeeda Mai died at the age of 110’. But the next line states ‘MURDERED’ still she didn’t pass away with her own consent.

An earthquake hit my country Pakistan in 2005, killing millions of men, sad. But a lady came out alive after 2months and 27 days (Awesome).

Scientists and philosophers died searching the reason ‘why ladies die less’. I also worked over it and reached the point, reason behind is none other than ‘MAKEUP’.

I am now using word angel for ‘mout ka farishta’. Angel keeps picture of ladies for identification. Ladies just wash their faces before sleeping . angel removes cloth over their face recognizes them as not the target person(day makeup had a different face) and they are again safe…lolx. ‘mout k farishte muhallon main unki tasweerain le kr phirte hain k shayad kahin miljaen ’

MAKEUP just provided me another point, ladies with polished faces move to functions with their men. Unfortunately they have to face rain ‘ phir andar se asal maal nikal aata hai’. Children jump away by calling BHOOOT. Men who had just went to buy popcorns for lady come back and question them ‘behen yahan abi meri begum bethi thi kahan gai?’.

                when I asked a lady ‘Do you keep your makeup kit with yourself?’

she replied, ‘No, No, I have my makeup all the way only tiny brushes and eye liners’.

I just got a point from her words ‘asal brush tou ghar hote hain jin se darwaze paint kiey jaate hai’

Another aspect of makeup : husband asks her wife to do some MAKEUP as they are just to reach in funeral of his friend. Wife replied ‘I have no time doing that we should reach earlier’. Husband had no other words saying ‘Begum thora sa tou makeup krlo aiwain hi murde kaa haasa nikal jaega ’

Lions die even the elephants too, but ladies…’Allah ki panaah!!!’

BY

ALI TANVEER.

This is PAKistan!!!

A feeling of apathy and possession sounds to have well-established in Pakistan, both among the government and the public, in reacting to the gyrate of bloody violence and aggression that is damaging the country. Few days ago, a tri-suicide bomb attack near a shrine killed 41 people. The attackers struck outside the shrine of the 13th century Sufi saint Ahmed Sultan, popularly known as Sakhi Sarwar, in Dera Ghazi Khan district, at a time when hundreds of worshippers had gathered there for a religious ceremony. 

 That attack is the fifth in as many days. Hardly a week goes before this when there was no suicide attack in the country, in all cases perpetrated by religious extremists aligned to the dreaded Taliban, who are operating with immunity and without any fear of the law or the public. The statistics are chilling. Nearly 4,200 people have been killed in suicide attacks and bomb explosions blamed on homegrown Taliban and other extremist networks since government troops stormed a mosque in Islamabad in July 2007. 

The recurring blasts point to a serious failure on the part of Pakistan government to face the challenge of homegrown religious extremism. No one can underestimate the enormity of the challenge the government is facing given the ruthlessness with which Taleban have been operating, and their huge network among the tribal population, but that is no excuse for failing in its solemn duty of protecting the lives of ordinary citizens. The government has devised no serious, long-term strategy to stop these attacks and the future looks as grim as the present is. 

Reacting to tri-suicide  blasts, Prime Minister Syed Yousuf Raza Gilani said it was a cowardly act of terror which demonstrated the culprits involved neither had any faith nor any belief in human values. The prime minister said such violent acts were a conspiracy to divide society and create fear, adding the nation was determined and united to fight this menace and eliminate it permanently. 

But such statements are not enough, and didn’t work in the past too. Pakistan must unite against the threat of terrorism and the government must take serious, credible steps towards this end, by bringing together all political parties and all segments of society. The civil society too needs to play its role more vigorously by creating awareness and cooperating with the security agencies. 

We have to admit that the scourge of terrorism which the country is facing is not of its own making. The war on terror which the US is fighting on its borders is a major inciting factor and it’s a war in which Pakistan seems to be having little say. But Islamabad is still capable of seizing the initiative in the fight against terror.

BY

ALI TANVEER

BREATHLESS MOMENTS

BREATHLESS MOMENTS

It was evening of the most anticipated day, no one wanted to miss it, eyes waiting for the slide on TV and ears just wanted this silence to break with a burst of fervour. Crowds gathered on roads to catch an glimpse of what is happening on big screens. My friends were present in Television lounge adjacent to my room and I could just feel each friend having his own way of thought deciding the destiny for rule of next four years. The voices I just remember were Pakistan, Australia, New Zealand,   Sri Lanka  etc but no one had in his mind what I owned that moment … Aman ki Asha believe me or not it was India.

Ya you got it right, it was opening ceremony moment of Worldcup’11 with the great game cricket, the revolutionary game for England but shame for them having no Cup back home maybe Bad luck wtever!!!.

Talking about India. They had the game of 1983. Struggled much before this Cup and my mind just clicked that moment they deserve it if they make a strenuous effort. I discussed it with my friends and they all just possessed a feeling of hatred(I think it is present across the border too).

When India had a shameful success over Bangladesh, it looked not bad to thumb down for India but still my mind resisted and should be given another chance, the last thoughts I remember.

All my friends involved themselves personally into the game.

The hoped-for game for all Pakistanis, Pak vs Kenya came out and Pakistan had an easy win, thanks to Umar Akmal. Cheers all around!!!

Next time Afridi made possible a charming win over Sri Lanka, team struggling till the last ball, Pakistanis had a new breath that moment. Still thing went well for Pakistan.

India was continuously losing ma favor after a tie with English team.

Win against Canada was just a good turn by God which Pakistanis enjoyed as ham tou target bhi auqat k mutabiq dete hn…!

In league matches India were just beaten by South Africa and Pakistan by New Zealand. Table-talks continued around me with no one wishing to favor India, even they had wishes k Ireland jeet jae , austarlia jeet jae magar india not khawboon main b ni…! With such wishes I think  Aman ki Aasha was not even possible in dreams too.

Life carried on till a passionate game between India and Australia. That time I still stood for India feeling personal hateness all around everyone blamed bhae tou Indian h India Chala jaa…! But ma favor had some core and that time again India…. That moment between game I do remember when I clapped for India and ma hostellites had a crash over me!

People had something different in their minds, game between Pakistan and Australia But it is fate which has to decide destiny. But a funny thing happened that moment and someone among ma friends bet ice-cream on Pakistan. That person does hate India against my expectations.

Things goin in favor of India coz Pakistan had never ever been successful against India in a worldcup. I enjoyed this match with ma friends in NS Auditorium in our college with hooters all around. The whole hall possessed a single person favoring India and it was me shouting on every boundary for India and others calling isne tou apni derh eent ki masjid alag khari karni hoti h…!

Going simple way India won and I was successful…. winning the bet!!!

Now every mind around turned for Sri Lanka and I was still… hehehe!

India won the game and everybody blamed again tum jeson ki waja se India jeeta h visa kion ni le lete India ka??? India hi chale jao!!! But ignorance is the best revenge.

India did win the World cup final in a pulsating manner!!!!! Hats off to u India. …!

(Sorry if it went against someone’s wishes)

 

 

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ALI TANVEER