Reminiscing old times
12:59 - Sunday, 31 January 2010
Last night, full family got together at Chinese Box (NUS Bukit Timah Campus) for dinner. During the dinner, my dad, uncles, aunt and my grandmom started reminiscing their kampong days. And it was the most exhilarating experience ever, as the younger generation was left to imagine how, in those days, contentment was derived from the simplest of things.
Honestly, we have missed alot, as we toil to make the grades or to beat the highest score. The pet chickens, the attap roofs, the friendly neighbours, the kampong clowns; all these compared to our comfortable living standards in this concrete jungle, which one do you reckon would give more meaning to living?
Think about this: do you have any stories to tell your grandchildren about how you lived your childhood? Do you have any excerpts about the people you meet daily (milkmen, karang guni, canteen guy, etc) which you could happily enjoy recalling with your siblings, cousins or friends when you are at a family dinner?
There's something about the kampong spirit, that can't be replace by luxury and comfort.
Na jaane mere dil ko kya ho gaya
12:08 - Friday, 29 January 2010
Dekha naa tune murke bhi peeche,
Kuch derr to main rukaa tha
Jab dil ne tujhko rokna chaaha
Door tu jaa chukaa tha
Aeh waqt rukhja, thamja, theherja
Wapas zara daur peeche
Main chorh aayi kudh ko jahan pe
Woh reh gaya morh peeche
Tsk Tsk
00:17 - Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Naughty naughty.
You'll never learn, would you?
The world has changed, the climates have changed,
but you, goodness, are still the same.
Screw the saying "People change with circumstances, with time".
Tujhse to kab ki aas chadthi si.
Aur usko bhi apne jhaal mein phaas diya. Bahut achcha kam kiya tumne.
Tum logon ki jaat hi aisi hai. My mistake, tum teeno hi aise hai, sabse bade phattoo.
:P
إله يمكن أن تنقذ الفقراء من البؤساء بك السبل
الله رحيم
A momentary guest.
23:35 - Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Zindagi, Pal Do Pal ki Mehmaan
Jiske saath humne kabhi guzaarey hai yeh pal
Woh meherbaan rahe ya naa rahe aaj kal
Dil ki baat kehdo zara jisse hai pyaar bara
Lagne do sab ko pataa, mann kya kehnaa hai chahtaa
Gilon-shikvon se sab naatey zaroor thodh dena
Ek baar, apnon ko pyaar se gale lagaa lena
Zindagi yeh hai jeene ke liye, jeeyo zara tum khulke hi
Kab na jaane choote yeh haath se, thaam naa paayenge tab hi
-Kiran Dhaliwal-
Translation:
With whom I have spent countless moments,
I’d never know if that kindheart would exist tomorrow.
To your loved ones, express you heartfelt emotions,
Let everyone know what resides in your mind.
Break any bonds with negativity,
Once, just hug your kin lovingly.
Life is meant for living, live it fully.
You would never know when you’ll lose it and never get it back.
Many of us have lost our loved ones in strange turns of events. Sometimes, it leaves us shaken; sometimes, it makes you ponder how brittle that thin line seperating life from death is.
As quoted by my mother, and many world-reknown saints, "Saari zindagi asi paise paise karde rehnde, paise peechey bhajde. Asi bhavish lai kadey eh banaaonde, kadey oh bachaunde. Injh karde karde, poori zindagi nang jaandi. Jadhon saada waqt aounda, taan oudhon asi saade naal kuch vi leke nahi jaana. Phir asi eh kyun karde?"
(Our whole life, we talk and walk money. Just money. We plan so much for the future, making and saving for our needs and wants. Doing this, we pretty much spend our whole lives. And when our time comes, what we made, what we saved, won't be lugged on when we depart. So why do we do this?)
I did this! LOL
00:29 - Thursday, 21 January 2010
A dream that finally became reality. . .
Cruising in the dead of the night, hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, all throughout. . .
Plus point: With the fam!
Tick Tock
21:34 - Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Trust.
If you put in too much, you get deceived.
If you put in too little, you get tormented.
You decide.
In preparation...
12:22
Have never come across something so sleek and chic. . .and a technical maestro. Love it!
Like old times
23:46 - Friday, 8 January 2010
"It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me."
Kahlil Gibran
Alex is here!!!!!!!!!
It really isn't easy.
03:27 - Sunday, 3 January 2010
Sometimes, when you escape an inferno of emotions, you tend to seek tranquillity in something that gives you a skeleton to hoist yourself up as you recover, in something that showers you with golden drops of concern and assurance, in something that makes you envision that you’ve still got what you always would have.
Imagine waiting what seems like a lifetime for something that eventually, upon attainment, shatters you. It definitely defeats the purpose.
Leaving one lost, burdened, neglected, disturbed and weak.
Where do I go now?
