Today, yet another meaningless day passed away

Is our life meaningless? Well for the ordinaries, life is full of challenges and there is hardly any time to ponder over the meaning of the true life or whether it is meaningless or not. For some who are depressed for some reasons, be economic, social, spiritual or family disturbances, at some point in time their depression makes their life meaningless. Under such circumstances, negativity surrounds him and living becomes difficult.

Poets are normally people who live in utter poverty or their circumstances builds an aura of melancholy around them which results in poetic works full of sadness and expression of one's difficult times. In such distress, they do not feel like doing anything except writing some superb poetry as famous Punjabi-Urdu language poet of Pakistan Munir Niazi wrote.

Herein under is a piece of his Punjabi poetry in which he laments of a wasteful day. I have tried to translate each worse in English. Though this translation cannot match the rhythmic tone of his poetry, yet it may give an idea what he is trying to say:

Scroll down for video of this poetic work by Munir Niazi himself 

Aj da din vi aenwein langya

yet another meaningless day passed away

koi vi kam na hoya

no worthwhile work could be done

purab valon charya suraj

The sun rose from the east

pascham vang khaloya

Came to set at the west

na milya mai khalqat nu

Neither did I meet any people

na mai yaad khuda nu kita

Nor did I remember God

na mai parhi namaz

Neither did I offer my prayers

na mai jaam sharab da pita

Nor did I drink a peg of wine

khushi na gham koi kol na aya

Happiness or sadness, nothing came near me

na hasya na roya

Neither did I laugh nor did I cry

Aj da din vi aenwei langya

yet another meaningless day passed away

Now listen to Munir Niazi in his very own style reading his above shared poetry:

About the poet: Munir Ahmed Niazi, (Punjabi: منیر نیازی ) (9 April 1923– 26 December 2006) was an Urdu and Punjabi language poet from Pakistan. He also wrote for newspapers, magazines and radio. Originally of Pashtun descent, Munir Ahmed used to call himself Punjabi as Punjabi definition is cultural and geographical and most of his poetic expression was done in the Punjabi language. He was awarded Sitara-e-Imtiaz (Star of Excellence) Award in 2005 and Pride of Performance Award in 1992 for his notable services in Urdu and Punjabi poetry.

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Why would someone wait for me!!

I am making this post extremely short to just give a message.  It is up to my friends and connections to ponder over it and g down into the meaning of these four lines:

Would someone wait for me?

Would someone waste life for me?

I am not special for someone

So why would someone remember me?

We all think that we are special for many around us – but so do everyone else. Thus everyone expects to be treated like a special entity – but how could a special person like other special person because then his degree of being special will lose marks. So we keep waiting for someone to walk over to us and tell us how special we are for him/her.

So we keep waiting all along our lives for someone to wait and remember us!!

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The answer is blowing in the wind

Peace is one thing that everyone longs for. Writers, thinkers and peace lovers have been struggling for establishment of peace all over the world and condemning the use of force to settle score between people and nations. Yet nations, fond of wielding their muscles for gaining top s lots in world dominance continue to ignore calls for peace and are hell bent to destroy it.

The musicians and song writers too have joined the peace lovers and some very moving lyrics have been sung to draw world attention to peace. Bob Dylan (Noble price in Literature for 2016 ) once wrote and sang a beautiful song. He draws attentions to the wrongdoings the answer of which is known to everyone but no one is ready to accept and say it boldly, so he simple says "The answer is blowing in the wind."

And what do we mean by this: The answer is blowing in the wind? For example the people of Palestine and Kashmir are suffering from the atrocities of  Israel and India and denied their right to peace and independence, yet these two countries are supported by some world powers to continue with their rule of oppression and deny rights to the people they oppress. Most people know that the these two people are to be liberated from the yoke of oppression and given independence, but no one is bold enough to say it. Yes, “the answer is blowing in the wind”.

Read the lyrics of the song below and I have highlighted some of the mind boggling lines of which the entire world knows the answer, yet it is blown in the wind:

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

and how many times must the cannonballs fly

Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

 how many years must a mountain exist

Before it is washed to the sea?

And how many years can some people exist

Before they're allowed to be free?

and how many times can a man turn his head

And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

and how many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

And how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows

That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind

See, how easy these questions are and how candidly have these have been said, yet no one cares, and we just simple enjoy this melodious song and keep sinning it of and on, yet not raising voice so that these could be addressed and peace prevails.

You may listen to this song, but please don't blew up the answer to the wind (re-sung by Jessica Rhaye:

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We and our Friends

When I was a kid, though if I am not at 66 years past, whenever any class fellow of mine came to visit me, my father would invariable ask that who had come. And I would say without any hesitation that a friend a of mine. My father would just smile and tell me that he may be your acquaintance or a mere class fellow but not a friend. And that always puzzled me for I was suer that someone who visiting me was nothing but a friend. The notion is similar as we have more than xxxx numbers of friends on Facebook and many others on various social media networks – but despite that we are all alone. I know the reason: These countless numbers are just acquaintances – not my friends, as my father told me decades ago.

I also read many posts that they were defrauded by the person called friend who left when they needed the friend the most. I also know the answer here too: They were just people piling up their list of friend by making you a friend and getting a reciprocal action.

But one comes to know who actually one’s friends are - and mind you they cannot be more than a few. Anyone who claims that he has a dozen or more friends, he is sadly mistaken While one progresses in life, your Wishlist of friends continues to scale down. The test of true friendship comes if God forbids one stumbles and is in real distress. Our hardships tell us who our friends really are – and do not be surprised to know that the number would not be more than a couple.

You may not agree with me – but I have learnt this the hard way. Don’t make a mistake identifying your friends lest you are disappointed and get heart broken.

You may listen to a beautiful song "You've got a friend" by James Taylor that beautifully describes friendship - my favourite since my teen age:

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Always preserve your childhood

This post is specially those who have gone past their prime youth age and stepping in to the rather serious stage of their life. It is also applicable for me as I have already entered the age of  senior citizen.

When one is old, one has two choices – shroud oneself in the old age or while still behaving like an old man, doesn’t let the child inside die and keep him giggling. It is the second type of oldies who live a meaningful, vibrant and happy old age. In fact those who preserve their childhood never grow old – they are always young at heart, which keeps them healthy and happy.

In his book "I'm OK - You're OK" psychiatrist Thomas Anthony Harris presents a practical guide to transactional analysis as a method for solving problems in life. According to him, each man's life is composed of three segments: Parent, Adult and Child. And man reflects these segments of his life every now and then. And it is the last segment child that is the subject of post today. 

So be a child much too often. One may still wear a short and go out and play in the rain – one may still like to wear gaudy colour clothes one wore in the childhood and crack jokes and move about heartily. Although one should not be like a child all the time, but occasionally recalling one’s childhood has no harm. and to do that, one must never quit the family of school or college day friends for it is they who help has reminisce our childhood and recall days of our innocence or should I say golden period  of our life. A life that is long past but can be relived when with friends of our childhood. 

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I saw this young couple in their 60s, wearing colourful clothes and glasses with rectangular and round frame, enjoying their childhood youth merrily. They giggled and laughed and held each other tight with a passionate kiss. I saw them enjoying while standing outside a nearby shop and took this photo. How often do we do this - perhaps very seldom.

The choice rests with us: Live a dull and boring life, mostly clinging to our reclining chair, reading newspapers full of hair raising news and then feel helpless for not having changed the world, or go out and meet friends and make our life joyous and health for hearty Laughters raise our spirits and in turn keeps us healthy.

Social media is one such forum where once can find lost friends and lost childhood happiness. I for myself was found out by a school day class fellow and then the chain was not ending as through him I found out many other class fellows I haven't met or even talked to for good about four to five decades. I  have already shared my experience of finding out lost friend in one of my earlier posts: School days friends: Lost and Found.

And these reunions even took me to Groningen, Holland to meet a friend of school days and had hearty laughs with him recalling our school days, our mischiefs - something that made our families smile too, seeing oldies laughing like kids.

Would you like to relive your childhood in your old age?

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A hearty breakfast

The life of retirees is very busy  right from morning till bedtime. However, the life revolves around two things: newspaper and food. I too like many of my "retired colleagues" enjoy these two forms of daily rituals and really enjoy it.

So while I scan through the newspaper and read what is happening around the world, my ears are focused on the clattering of utensils from the kitchen and aroma of the things being cooked while my wife is busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for me. Just to give her company, I often call out as to what is cooking. And she always smilingly replies, "A hearty breakfast."

And that is good enough for me as this term is coined by me and whenever I want a really good breakfast, I just requests for a hearty breakfast. Well a hearty breakfast for me means:

• A glass of orange juice

• Corn flakes with milk

• An omelet with onions, green chilies, tomatoes and slice of cheese

• Two well roasted bran bread slices

• And a Cup of sizzling hot coffee

So I know for sure what I shall have soon as I can smell the aroma of omelet being cooked and soon my wife will smilingly roll out the trolley with all above beautifully placed and call me out to the TV room for my hearty breakfast. Then it will be my turn to butter the one of the toasts and serve her half of the omelet and do likewise for me. And when we both are finished with the omelet, I butter and jam the other two slices for me and her. 

And then I sit on my reclining chair and sip my coffee sip by sip. Remember coffee is not taken gulp by gulp but sip by sip. And if it is taken outside in a cold December night, the joy of drinking it multiplies. Ever tried?

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