Why does it feel when I am in the process of writing a blog or tweet or update my status on the gazillion social networking sites that I have accounts... that i want attention. I guess that's exactly why... I do want attention...
But I am not the only one right? That applies for all humans regardless of whether they are as addicted to the Internet like me or not. We all have this natural in-born craving to get noticed. We like to stand out in a crowd. Not all the time but once in a while we do.
It doesn't matter who you are or what you do. Its not about how much money you make. Its not about on what level of the food-chain you are. The high ups get noticed anyway. But even the ones at the bottom of the pile get noticed for being at the bottom of the pile.
Whether it is at a professional level at work. One wants to do well. Speak up in a meeting. Get a job well done just to get noticed. On the other side, it could be a casual get-together with friends or family. It could be a simple walk in the park but you could get the craving to wear something that would make you stand out or do something different.
This is all regardless of how good or worthless one feels at any particular moment in time. This is really bothering me by the way.
The strange part is that you could be at either extreme to get noticed. Extreme behavior is easily noticed. Best or worst, you are breaking news.
I think its only moderation where one can get away without getting noticed...or wait... on second thought, even those people would get noticed. This time people would say, this person is a good moderate guy. He doesn't do anything extreme. You can have the craving to be moderate as well to get noticed.
If you are at the top, you get noticed. If you are the bottom, you get noticed. If you are somewhere in the middle, you'll get noticed.
Should I be feeling insecure? Regardless of what we do or don't do, we'll get noticed? If we don't get noticed, we'll follow our natural instinct to do something to get noticed. We are made strange beings, that's for sure.
Words of Silence
Its always amazed me how some great actors can act without saying a word.
Take Charlie Chaplin as a first example. We used to roll over laughing seeing his short movies and not many people know that he acted seriously as well making people cry. Now that's amazing.
Take Amitabh Bachan. He has proven all those loud dialogues wrong with his own form of quiet acting. Over a period of many years we have seen his dialogues becoming less and less. Amitabh Bachan says less and facial expressions and body language say more. Just wonderful acting. I sometimes wonder what a treat it would be for the people watching the shooting. How many tears would fall on the set? How many people would get emotionally charged? Such a great talent.
Its old fashioned but true. When the eyes do the talking with not much said, that is the most beautiful romantic scene, one could create.
I tried translating that but it didn't bring the essence out. Words in Urdu just don't translate into the same feeling in English. Strange.
Anyway, have you seen Mimes? I think I have written about them before also but they just mystify me. It is absolutely unbelievable how they can communicate with just expressions. Not even a sound. They can make you cry and laugh with them. Salute to the talent.
Then lets bring in Classical dancers. Fasih-ur-Rahman, Nighat Choudhary, Sheema Kirmani... Oh my God, WOW!! See some stuff they can come up with. Search the names on Youtube. Yet again, nothing said yet so much expressed. Just beautiful. Plain, simple beautiful.
Body language is a more useful gift we have than our tongues. You can see your boss and if you concentrate well enough, you'll know whats he thinking. Is it a good day to talk about your promotion? Or is it just better to wait for that one more day? It could be a decision that could change your life.
What about the wife? Some people would say, "Yeah, so what about the wife?" People, watch out. Keep your eyes open. Just focus and concentrate and you'll know when to do the things you are supposed to do and what not to do the things you are not supposed to do. It all works out in the end.
We all can express so much without saying anything. Think about it.
Take Charlie Chaplin as a first example. We used to roll over laughing seeing his short movies and not many people know that he acted seriously as well making people cry. Now that's amazing.
Take Amitabh Bachan. He has proven all those loud dialogues wrong with his own form of quiet acting. Over a period of many years we have seen his dialogues becoming less and less. Amitabh Bachan says less and facial expressions and body language say more. Just wonderful acting. I sometimes wonder what a treat it would be for the people watching the shooting. How many tears would fall on the set? How many people would get emotionally charged? Such a great talent.
Its old fashioned but true. When the eyes do the talking with not much said, that is the most beautiful romantic scene, one could create.
Kuch bhee na kaha aur keh bhee gay....
Kuch kehtay kehtay reh bhee gaye...
I tried translating that but it didn't bring the essence out. Words in Urdu just don't translate into the same feeling in English. Strange.
Anyway, have you seen Mimes? I think I have written about them before also but they just mystify me. It is absolutely unbelievable how they can communicate with just expressions. Not even a sound. They can make you cry and laugh with them. Salute to the talent.
Then lets bring in Classical dancers. Fasih-ur-Rahman, Nighat Choudhary, Sheema Kirmani... Oh my God, WOW!! See some stuff they can come up with. Search the names on Youtube. Yet again, nothing said yet so much expressed. Just beautiful. Plain, simple beautiful.
Body language is a more useful gift we have than our tongues. You can see your boss and if you concentrate well enough, you'll know whats he thinking. Is it a good day to talk about your promotion? Or is it just better to wait for that one more day? It could be a decision that could change your life.
What about the wife? Some people would say, "Yeah, so what about the wife?" People, watch out. Keep your eyes open. Just focus and concentrate and you'll know when to do the things you are supposed to do and what not to do the things you are not supposed to do. It all works out in the end.
We all can express so much without saying anything. Think about it.
BV
This particular abbreviation could mean many different things to different people. All depending on the mood, the thought, the mindset, at a particular moment in time.
What made me write about this is pretty interesting.
One fine day at work, I was about to dial my boss's number which is set on auto-dial on my desk phone on the Star (*) key. On the Pound (#) key is none other than my one and only beloved wife. Something struck me at that very moment in time.
It was like I am the Zero (0) - good for nothing - stuck in the middle of the my 2 BVs. Begum-V and Boss-V.
Ek taraf begum, ek taraf boss, mein beech mein phansa bechara...
What made me write about this is pretty interesting.
One fine day at work, I was about to dial my boss's number which is set on auto-dial on my desk phone on the Star (*) key. On the Pound (#) key is none other than my one and only beloved wife. Something struck me at that very moment in time.
It was like I am the Zero (0) - good for nothing - stuck in the middle of the my 2 BVs. Begum-V and Boss-V.
Ek taraf begum, ek taraf boss, mein beech mein phansa bechara...
Once upon a Poet... :P
In the early days when Urdu poetry started making sense and the feeling that the "shayers" (poets) express through words are actually felt, it was natural to start rhyming some words and make out a few couplets here and there. While cleaning up an old carton today, out came of a piece of paper from the early days of UTP - The Poet.
Just so that this particular piece of poetry doesn't get lost in time, I wanted to put it up in the blogosphere. Please bear with me. I don't think I will ever write poetry again so criticize all you want.
Just so that this particular piece of poetry doesn't get lost in time, I wanted to put it up in the blogosphere. Please bear with me. I don't think I will ever write poetry again so criticize all you want.
Pehlay Kee Tarhan
Kya ab bhee mujhay ho chahti, pehlay kee tarhaan
Mujhay dekh kay ho sharmaati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Mein sab ko batata hoon apnay ishq kee daastaan
Tum ab bhee ho chupaati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Mein nay tumhein chaha, tum nay mujhay chaha
Phir ehsaan kyon ho jatati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Kya ab bhee raat ko batti nahi bujhaati
Kya ab bhee ho ghabraati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Mein nay tou chaaha rakh loon dil mein chuppa kay tum ko
Tum ab bhee nahin samaati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Tumhein bhoolnay kee koshish raaigaan hee challi gayee
Mujhay yaad ho ab bhee aati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Tumhein chorr chala jaaon ga, mazaqqan kaha tha mein nay
Par ho na tum jazbati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Tum hee ko mein hoon chahta, tum hee ho meray dilbur
Tum hee ho mujh ko bhaati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Meri baaton pay na jaana, mein ho gaya deewana
Sach mein ho yaad aati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Tumhein bhool jaaon jaana tumhee nay tou kaha tha
Ab kyon ho yaad aati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Ek Umr~ beeth gayee hay tum hee ko chahtay chahtay
Meri nafs hee hay bataati, pehlay kee tarhaan
Life goes on, No matter what
Sometimes when things are going one's way, he feels he is fully in control of his life. He is the master planner for his destiny. Everything is going to happen as I want. In come the big plans and it seems everything is just sorted out and one just has to live through it.
Then things change. The Master-Planner pushes a button and things turn upside down.
No matter how much we like to plan things. No matter how much we like things organized and managed. No matter how much in control we like to be. We really aren't, isn't it?
However, in good times or bad. In control or not. Life goes on, no matter what.
Then things change. The Master-Planner pushes a button and things turn upside down.
No matter how much we like to plan things. No matter how much we like things organized and managed. No matter how much in control we like to be. We really aren't, isn't it?
However, in good times or bad. In control or not. Life goes on, no matter what.
Come... Come... Yet Again...
For Allah who sends down love, unmeasured
Come.
Come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of learning,
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come, come yet again.
Come.
Rumi
Come.
Come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshiper, lover of learning,
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come, come yet again.
Come.
Rumi
UTP - Revamped
Peekaboo!!! I see you...
I am back yes. After quite a longer time than planned. I had left you with one of the best posts I have ever thought off and I see that my feed-readers have gone up instead of going down. Quite a pleasant surprise to say the least while coming back online.
4 months is a long time to be away from blogging and I just couldn't find that spark to sit on and drive me back to blogging. Not that I have anything now either as you can see with my long-winded method of writing continues :P.
However, lot has happened in these 4 months. Its been a happening few months to say the least.
Lots of good things have happened. I passed my CISA exam which I had taken the break for originally. So gave the exam and got the results in all of this time of absence. Currently am in the process of getting certified.
I got promoted. Yes, the long awaited promotion came through. That was a big motivational boost in these tough times.
On the other side of things, I got a new look. Off goes the beard and in comes the shiny clean-shaved UTP. Most people say I have shed off a few years which wasn't exactly the idea as that was what the beard was there for in the first place. Anyway, trying to live without a beard for a little while. It takes the effort to shave in the mornings where UTP is as lazy as can be but lets see how long this lasts.
Change is never bad, I feel. Of course with the revamping of the look I needed a pair of sunglasses to go with it :P. Never been a big fan of them ever really. None of them suit my face but anyway, got a pair which I only wear while driving. Got a nice blue-tooth headset to link with my phone as well.
Added to that I got trained on Oracle Financials and Sharepoint Administration. Big boost to the resume considering I will get the opportunity in the upcoming year to implement and use that as well in a global project for the company.
So lots of good things to share and many upcoming as well. All good for now, knock wood (teesra kalma goes here plz...)
So with all that happening how can I just start blogging on the same theme. This blog needed a revamp as well and so you have it. A new theme to go with a new beginning. I can't promise being as regular as you would expect but hey its better than nothing.
Expression of feelings & thoughts through blogging is a very important element of life for me. So, a post here and a thought there, that is how its going to be. See you around.
I am back yes. After quite a longer time than planned. I had left you with one of the best posts I have ever thought off and I see that my feed-readers have gone up instead of going down. Quite a pleasant surprise to say the least while coming back online.
4 months is a long time to be away from blogging and I just couldn't find that spark to sit on and drive me back to blogging. Not that I have anything now either as you can see with my long-winded method of writing continues :P.
However, lot has happened in these 4 months. Its been a happening few months to say the least.
Lots of good things have happened. I passed my CISA exam which I had taken the break for originally. So gave the exam and got the results in all of this time of absence. Currently am in the process of getting certified.
I got promoted. Yes, the long awaited promotion came through. That was a big motivational boost in these tough times.
On the other side of things, I got a new look. Off goes the beard and in comes the shiny clean-shaved UTP. Most people say I have shed off a few years which wasn't exactly the idea as that was what the beard was there for in the first place. Anyway, trying to live without a beard for a little while. It takes the effort to shave in the mornings where UTP is as lazy as can be but lets see how long this lasts.
Change is never bad, I feel. Of course with the revamping of the look I needed a pair of sunglasses to go with it :P. Never been a big fan of them ever really. None of them suit my face but anyway, got a pair which I only wear while driving. Got a nice blue-tooth headset to link with my phone as well.
Added to that I got trained on Oracle Financials and Sharepoint Administration. Big boost to the resume considering I will get the opportunity in the upcoming year to implement and use that as well in a global project for the company.
So lots of good things to share and many upcoming as well. All good for now, knock wood (teesra kalma goes here plz...)
So with all that happening how can I just start blogging on the same theme. This blog needed a revamp as well and so you have it. A new theme to go with a new beginning. I can't promise being as regular as you would expect but hey its better than nothing.
Expression of feelings & thoughts through blogging is a very important element of life for me. So, a post here and a thought there, that is how its going to be. See you around.
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