Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
The Arrow of Time!
Why does time flow forwards and not backwards? The question may not sound weird to a theoretical physicist but to laymen like myself, it is indeed absurd, or is it? Our birth is akin to an archer shooting the arrow- till the bow releases the flying twig we are within the comfort of the mother’s womb. The last push and we are out in this world- the arrow flies!
The arrow of time flies within the space-time curvature, pegging us towards our last day, hour, second, the moment we breathe the last breath. Why talk about this arrow of time, when we know it is inevitable, when the destiny is clear?
This blog is not about death, it’s about life. From our birth to death, we are re-born many a times. We re-born with the first step, the first utterance, the first day at school, the first friend, the first kiss, the loss of innocence…an endless list. Coming to think of it, death itself is a birth of a new life, if you believe.
Still stuck to the arrow, we fly and dream and we hope, make decisions and choices. Some dreams are left unfulfilled hoping for the future, while some are sacrificed at the altar for the hope of a new future, a new beginning…still stuck to the arrow.
My arrow of time is flying at a speed with which I can not cope. Like a soldier in a battle field, I am garbed with heavy ammunition of hopes, dreams and aspirations. To fly high, I must need to lose weight, amputate my dreams and reshape them accordingly. Because, I need to fly high!
Why does time flow forwards and not backwards? The question may not sound weird to a theoretical physicist but to laymen like myself, it is indeed absurd, or is it? Our birth is akin to an archer shooting the arrow- till the bow releases the flying twig we are within the comfort of the mother’s womb. The last push and we are out in this world- the arrow flies!
The arrow of time flies within the space-time curvature, pegging us towards our last day, hour, second, the moment we breathe the last breath. Why talk about this arrow of time, when we know it is inevitable, when the destiny is clear?
This blog is not about death, it’s about life. From our birth to death, we are re-born many a times. We re-born with the first step, the first utterance, the first day at school, the first friend, the first kiss, the loss of innocence…an endless list. Coming to think of it, death itself is a birth of a new life, if you believe.
Still stuck to the arrow, we fly and dream and we hope, make decisions and choices. Some dreams are left unfulfilled hoping for the future, while some are sacrificed at the altar for the hope of a new future, a new beginning…still stuck to the arrow.
My arrow of time is flying at a speed with which I can not cope. Like a soldier in a battle field, I am garbed with heavy ammunition of hopes, dreams and aspirations. To fly high, I must need to lose weight, amputate my dreams and reshape them accordingly. Because, I need to fly high!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
DIVINITY
Assalamu alaikum,
Unfortunately no one can be told what Hajj is like; you will have to see it for yourself. The grandeur of the Ka’ba, the sublime nature of the Rawdha, the talbiya at Arafat (Labbaik allah…), the tranquility of Mujdalifa, the ominous feeling surrounding the Jamarat…indescribable!
A lot of conditions must be fulfilled before Hajj becomes Fard on a muslim. I believe a great majority of people readng this have not yet attained this state, neither did I. My mother paid for my hajj…however that is not important.
We all spend thousands on Christian Dior perfumes, Nike sneakers, fries at KFC and root beers at A&W. And of course my early trip to stamp exhibitions and some of your vacation to exotic locations. Please the next time you think of a traveling destination, give the Holy Ka’ba a thought. It takes a little more than one lakh for an Umrah package at Mecca. Ten days stay, not luxurious but it will quench the deepest thirst of your soul. Take Bhabuk's money back guarantee for it. Don’t wait for the calling, just respond to it, for verily Allah has already invited you all.
Please pray that Allah accepts the Hajj of this sinner, and if I have ever wronged you people, please look into your heart and see if there can be forgiveness. Whatever wrong I have done against Allah, he may forgive; but whatever wrong I have done against you, only you can forgive.
Best wishes,
Bhabuk
Unfortunately no one can be told what Hajj is like; you will have to see it for yourself. The grandeur of the Ka’ba, the sublime nature of the Rawdha, the talbiya at Arafat (Labbaik allah…), the tranquility of Mujdalifa, the ominous feeling surrounding the Jamarat…indescribable!
A lot of conditions must be fulfilled before Hajj becomes Fard on a muslim. I believe a great majority of people readng this have not yet attained this state, neither did I. My mother paid for my hajj…however that is not important.
We all spend thousands on Christian Dior perfumes, Nike sneakers, fries at KFC and root beers at A&W. And of course my early trip to stamp exhibitions and some of your vacation to exotic locations. Please the next time you think of a traveling destination, give the Holy Ka’ba a thought. It takes a little more than one lakh for an Umrah package at Mecca. Ten days stay, not luxurious but it will quench the deepest thirst of your soul. Take Bhabuk's money back guarantee for it. Don’t wait for the calling, just respond to it, for verily Allah has already invited you all.
Please pray that Allah accepts the Hajj of this sinner, and if I have ever wronged you people, please look into your heart and see if there can be forgiveness. Whatever wrong I have done against Allah, he may forgive; but whatever wrong I have done against you, only you can forgive.
Best wishes,
Bhabuk
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Dead and Alive AGAIN!
Assalamu alakum,
1O November 2005, the day I died and lived again. The last thing I remember of my first death is a song by Moushumi Bhoumik- Spono Dekhbo bole. As the song played on and on, I went to a deep slumber. As every moment passed, all I prayed was Allah forgive me…I didn’t feel I was doing a cowardly act, neither did I feel I was being strong. I didn’t think of anyone, because the feeling that the one I loved most is going far, far away made me feel helpless. I wanted to end the pain. The pain that I had been suffering in this hostile world. In all my years that I lived in the first stage of my life, I have had made beloved friends, aquittances and family members who gave me immense joy but still my sorrows were my own. People were ready to listen to me but not touch my pain.
I once had a dream: I felt Bhabna was standing in front of me in white. I extended my hands to touch her bosoms but instead my hands went past the Jamdani, penetrating her skin, bone, cartilage and into her heart. I felt a softness like snow. And even in my dream I could feel the sensation of touching ‘purity’. Bhabna always told me, “I love your eyes, because they desperately try to hide so much, yet fail so miserably”.
Despite all we said and felt, we were drifting apart. My coffin was sealed long before I met her, but the final nail was about to seal the wooden case and I simply could not bear the thought.
The hours that I was on a life supporting machine, having a IV of some #$^% strong medication, I was in a trans. I never really did believe in the near death experience and I can not say I have experienced one. I was not aware whether I was dead or alive. It was a peaceful silence.
Sudden bright light! Almost blinded me. It took me a while to realize where I was. The woman in white trying to fix something of my IV saline made it pretty clear that she wasn’t the angel of Paradise and I was pretty sure that angels of Hell doesn't seem so caring. As soon as she left, I was once again on the lose trying to take off all that was connected into my body. Life still seemed too painful to bear.
The next day, I regained full consciousness and the first person I saw was “Bublee” It was then for the first time, that I realized life is worth leaving. I was certain life was worth living…painful yes…yet worth living. Even the peaceful silence of that transition between conscious and semiconscious state, or life and comma can not be compared to the tranquility of seeing bublee’s face.
Praise be to Allah who has given this sinner life time and time again. Glory be to the lord for showing me the true beauty of this world. And Glory be to him for reminding….
“Which of the favours of your lord will ye deny?” (Surah Ar Rahamn. Chapter 55.)
Signing off
Bhabuk
1O November 2005, the day I died and lived again. The last thing I remember of my first death is a song by Moushumi Bhoumik- Spono Dekhbo bole. As the song played on and on, I went to a deep slumber. As every moment passed, all I prayed was Allah forgive me…I didn’t feel I was doing a cowardly act, neither did I feel I was being strong. I didn’t think of anyone, because the feeling that the one I loved most is going far, far away made me feel helpless. I wanted to end the pain. The pain that I had been suffering in this hostile world. In all my years that I lived in the first stage of my life, I have had made beloved friends, aquittances and family members who gave me immense joy but still my sorrows were my own. People were ready to listen to me but not touch my pain.
I once had a dream: I felt Bhabna was standing in front of me in white. I extended my hands to touch her bosoms but instead my hands went past the Jamdani, penetrating her skin, bone, cartilage and into her heart. I felt a softness like snow. And even in my dream I could feel the sensation of touching ‘purity’. Bhabna always told me, “I love your eyes, because they desperately try to hide so much, yet fail so miserably”.
Despite all we said and felt, we were drifting apart. My coffin was sealed long before I met her, but the final nail was about to seal the wooden case and I simply could not bear the thought.
The hours that I was on a life supporting machine, having a IV of some #$^% strong medication, I was in a trans. I never really did believe in the near death experience and I can not say I have experienced one. I was not aware whether I was dead or alive. It was a peaceful silence.
Sudden bright light! Almost blinded me. It took me a while to realize where I was. The woman in white trying to fix something of my IV saline made it pretty clear that she wasn’t the angel of Paradise and I was pretty sure that angels of Hell doesn't seem so caring. As soon as she left, I was once again on the lose trying to take off all that was connected into my body. Life still seemed too painful to bear.
The next day, I regained full consciousness and the first person I saw was “Bublee” It was then for the first time, that I realized life is worth leaving. I was certain life was worth living…painful yes…yet worth living. Even the peaceful silence of that transition between conscious and semiconscious state, or life and comma can not be compared to the tranquility of seeing bublee’s face.
Praise be to Allah who has given this sinner life time and time again. Glory be to the lord for showing me the true beauty of this world. And Glory be to him for reminding….
“Which of the favours of your lord will ye deny?” (Surah Ar Rahamn. Chapter 55.)
Signing off
Bhabuk
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