Messiah paradox

Before tonight, the only doctors and medicine students I knew were my Phopos, Phopas and cousins and of course my dentist...[love her!!]. There is a huge number of the messiah brotherhood in my taber i.e., le famille, but I had NEVER in my life seen ass-moron-ish MBBS students as I did today on blogger. :D Funny people. I wish I could post their blog addresses here but that would be rude. There have been riots, processions, unattended patients and insensitivity to be seen on the part of doctors in Punjab. Very recently, in Punjab Institute of Cardiology, where irrespective of the people dying of cardiac diseases, the doctors couldn't hold their smelly farts and had to blow them out on the lives of people by not showing up on duties. Many similar events were seen a few days/months ago. How on Earth are these people analysed to be capable of helping the society. It's fun to see them coolly indifferent to their surroundings, not giving a 'fuck': as is mostly quoted to social conventions, being the paparazzi type and hippies during their student life, but I seriously wonder once they graduate, would they be as insensitive as they appear to be through their writings or is it just a way of venting out their academic tension.

I do pray it's the latter situation.

One of them definitely gave me a point to think and if I had not already graduated, Z and I would have spent hours dissecting her minds inside out. "Losing virginity without physical contact so you'll have only your heart to give to the loved one." Point taken as a good one but i'm still working on the technicalities of it. :P This was the only thing, which although being lewd, sounded 'sensible' among all the non-sense I read on the blogs of medicine students tonight.

This is me, Not Satan

I made friends and confided to them. I confided to them about my past, my present, my future, my aims, my desires, my deepest and darkest follies and they interpreted my life and me through it. They consoled me and preached me away from sin. They were concerned and sincere and so they called my insanity, sanity. They smiled in front of me and smirked behind me. They laughed in front of me and yawned behind me. They patted my back when I was on the verge of falling into a pit. They were happy at my success, but at my back they loathed me for what I was and what I did.

I met people who wanted to kill me. I met them and tasted sincerity for the first time because those people; my enemies wanted to kill me in front of me, behind me, at my left and at my right. They hated me whether I was sane or insane. They loathed me whether I was beautiful or ugly. I met and I learned but still I yearned for more. To see more of God’s most perfect piece of art. From inside and outside. Each time I met someone new I made a fresh discovery, a fresh start.

I learned what relationships are. What they mean and what they bring. It is advised to keep friends close but enemies closer. The reasons for the generation of this concept might be different but what my experience has taught me is that knowing your enemies better brings consolation, a consolation that there is someone that accepts you as you are. They don’t expect you to pretend or wear a disguise. In the famous cartoon series Phineas and Ferb, Perry and Dr. Doofenshmirtz, the arch enemies appeared to be the gloomiest when the nemesis Perry, hurt by the swindling of Dr. Evil refuses to be his nemesis anymore leaving Dr. Evil dejected and unhappy with a new rival. The concept of holding your enemies precious appears to be absurd but a comparison of friends and enemy often brings out a thought. The originality in the relationship between us and our enemies is way greater than between friends and us. Probably that is the reason why we often lose track of friends but never let our enemies leave our heart barren.

Sedimentation

When I made this, my brain was fairly empty and my mind was completely absent from this world, both physically and spiritually. Not that my mind has a physical form.

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How does Kahlil Gibran poondify (i am pretty sure he did or maybe i have a dirty mind) Selma Karamy and get away with it even when her dad Farris Effandi said to him, "Consider me as a father and Selma as a sister," right on the 35th page of A treasury of Kahlil Gibran? I read it till the 57th page!

I would have been banished for doing so. He got away with it because??... I'm Amna Ijaz and he was Kahlil Gibran?

Y: "you just don't get these things. do you? the 'bee-u-tee' of it. petty petty you."

A: Okay.

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Ager Allama Iqbal zinda hotay tau unhain meri samjh na aati..is liye mujhay un ki samjh nahi aati!

Baat khatum. Shukria.

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It's amazing how a little change in configuration, a tiny display of shades of white or yellow can lead to the perfect expression of happiness and the same being the origin of an ultimate expression of unhappiness.

Mi gir gaya..

her Arooj ko zawaal hota hai.

So correct.

Hota hai aur bohot ziada hota hai. Jitna ooncha urroo gai utni hi gravitational potential energy bherti jaye gi aur phir utni hi tezi se neechay giro gai.

:S