The ability to feel and understand the importance of striving
for the better, of improving or trying to improve your own self, your
lifestyle, your every action, is an important and essential ability. Because if
a person who is contented with his life, who thinks that he has achieved all
there is to achieve, that the state of affairs could not be much better than
the present, anyone who starts thinking like this, or develops such a mind-set,
effectively puts the last nail in his coffin. Because you are alive only when
your mind is full of ideas, innovation, drive, initiative. All these things,
little though they may seem are part and parcel of leading a successful and
fulfilling life. And it is all the more important because it is in line with
the teachings of Islam, the religion for life, the whole way of life. We say it
very easily, but actions define our intentions and we only have to look around
you to realize how many are truthful while saying it. Imagine yourself sitting
in a dinghy old crowded road side restaurant, eating the dilutest dish of
pulses you have ever seen, in plates washed in a bucket full of grey water. And
imagine for a moment you are enjoying it. Yes you read it correctly, you are
enjoying that dish. Imagine also that it is not your only choice, that you are
a well off person who can afford a 3 course dinner in a 5 star hotel, in an up scale area of the city, with eminent personalities sitting beside you. Yet
you chose this dinghy old roadside restaurant, all because you think that why
put in the effort to go to that hotel, which is, for all its perks, an hour’s
drive away, while this road side restaurant is a 5 minutes walk from where you
live. This is the feeling I am talking about. One starts to be contented with
anything life has to offer. As long as there is no struggle involved,
everything is fine, good, oh couldn't be better. And living in this delusion is
a recipe for disaster. When one makes it the epicentre of his life, all his
actions get affected by this state of mind. He doesn't put in effort for
anything requiring more than just the smallest of efforts. He gets up in the
morning, misses his prayers of course because that is an effort, goes to mess
where food is served at his chair, goes to class, comes back to room. Not a
thing more. He has a test, he starts the pc. Sees the screen for half an hour,
informs his mind that he has prepared, gives the test, fails in it, does
nothing because he is contented with whatever marks he got. His university, one
of the best universities in the country, where the environ is reeking of
competition, of the race to success, is heaven for him. All because he is
contented with what he has, what (if any) skills he has, what he has achieved,
nothing more. No sir absolutely not. He is in a fool’s paradise. And he enjoys
it. Its ok if all his degree mates are sweating away in projects, societies,
whatever. Let them do it. He is contented. He has all the things I could
possibly wish for. And here his growth stops. Here his life ends. He is an avid
fan of Paulo Coelho, the great life changing writer. Oh yeah life changing
experiences and such stuff, that’s his speciality But he reads it, closes the
book and bang! It’s gone. None of the stuff registers with him. There is a line
written somewhere about some people who cease to live after some point in their
life. Because they stop exploring new options, doing new and crazy things, the
thirst for adventure, it all stops. And that is where their life ends. He is
experiencing the same thing. He has come to a full stop. Yeah there are a
plethora of things to do, ace in studies, do a fantastic project, be a great
orator, enhance your personal skills, land an awesome job, or better still,
start an awesome venture, travel around the world. Oh yes he is not short of
ideas, no one is. He is devoid of any wish, any dream he may have had in the
past. No more, it’s all gone. All because he has lost the will, the will to do
anything.
The life and lies of a mechanical engineer entrapped within the throes of a struggle between self realization and self aspirations.
Monday, September 30, 2013
A Happening Evening, A Splendid Night...
It was a lazy evening in NUST H-12 Islamabad. Students were
cooling off in the café or under the trees. Some were hurrying to the football
ground. Others were heading for their hostels. Except for a bunch of crazy
students who had gathered in the SCME seminar hall for, wait for it, NSS
Welcome! Yes guys! Thursday 26th was the day when the new, the old
and the adventurous gathered for the exciting scavenger hunt in NUST H-12. Our
young President is giving the inaugural speech in the Seminar Hall while
outside the hall;
Hey, I wanna register my team for the scavenger hunt.
Sorry registration closed tomorrow.
What man, I just came to know from my friend. We have come
all the way from EME, come on now!
And a bewildered EC thanks me for coming from 7 miles away
while he sheepishly admits that here students don’t even come 500 metres off
the road to hear about what exactly NSS is.
Back to the hall the audience is being fed to the 22+ events
NSS has held in the past year when out of nowhere the audience starts clapping.
After a few moments they are still clapping. And after some time when even the comparer
has opened her mouth to speak again, the clapping shows no sign of ending, the
person sitting next to me begins to wonder that we have strategically placed
people in the seminar hall who were bribed to keep clapping and shouts out
loud:
”Bhai kitne pese mile
thay”.
Oh well it’s just the
love people give us. Otherwise we are only busy boosting up our registrations
to give everyone a chance to stand out. And yes stand out we did. In the sun
outside SADA, beside the solar water heater outside IESE, in the parking lot of
SEECS, in short all over the academic area of H-12 (minus SMME), the
participants were running, searching for clues and solving puzzles in a bid to
claim the winning position. And even after the two long hunt they were not
disappointed. Well you, wouldn’t too if you were offered a place in the air
conditioned seminar hall watching a movie screening, that too after helping
yourself to a well-deserved refreshment pack. And did the SCI-venger hunt+movie
night boost up registrations ? Well, ask that from the first year SEECS student
who I had a chance to have a chit chat with while standing on duty in the
parking lot:
So what does NSS do really?
Well, it is just your average society, with a lot of glamour
and dinners and lunches. All for a tiny bit of enjoyable extracurricular,
combined with working together in a diverse mix of high achievers and mediocre
background. And when you consider the trifling amount of work required, it
really does pay off nicely.
And Thus She Was Laid To Rest………..
Day after day, she looks at me, calling me
towards her with those dazzling eyes of her. Every day I resist her gestures.
She seems to be saying something with her eyelashes, but when I take my face
close to her, she vanishes from my view, and I can only smell the sweet
fragrance of her hair. This has been happening for some time now. Every morning
when most are still in bed, I wake up, ready to wash up and get dressed when I
have to endure her presence. She merely stays put, all the while seducing me
with those cruel looks of her. I am a man, and thus prone to her advances I
admit, yet this has to stop, as I so very firmly resolve one day. So it is that
I consult my friend. Understandably, he first demands to see her for himself. I
am a bit reluctant at first, but hoping that this will end the matter quickly,
I allow him to meet her. As expected, she had the same effect on him. He too
was enthralled by her beauty, and went raving for hours after her eyes. I lost
hope, as I couldn’t think what to do. She was no immediate danger, I admit, but
the mere presence of her was beginning to feel extremely irritating to me, not
to mention the long hours I wasted brooding over her. After all I couldn’t go
on like this, wasting my mornings over her. I say morning because this was the
time when I was the most prone to her gestures, and so this was the time she
could torment me at will. I could not focus in class too as she kept swimming
to the front of my mind, and I would tend to have a glazed look for minutes at
a time. Yet my finals were approaching, and something had to be done about it.
I had been thinking for days about it, and I knew it was the only solution,
although hard on me I admit. For none can ignore such beauty when it comes in
front of the eyes. Yet there are things more important in life, as I was
constantly reminded by the datasheet plastered on the dept. notice board. So I
resolved in my head. The time for grave action had come. So it was that upon
coming back to hostel that day. I went straight for her. I took the CAPRI soap
cover (on which her picture was) and threw it in the dustbin, complete with the
tiny bit of soap that was in it. And so it was that I got rid of her. Some
might say my action was too cruel. Banishing her to the murky depths of the
dustbin was too harsh a punishment for too good a face. But after all she was
only the brand ambassador of my soap (CAPRI). So what if her face is plastered
on every CAPRI Soap bar. It was no real harm to her.
I
did this because sometimes you don’t need to provide explanation for your every
action. Sometimes, the truth is not enough.
Sometimes there is a difference between
what is good and what is right.
Sometimes you have to smash the photo frame
containing Emma Watson’s picture you have got hidden under your pillow. If only
because you like Selena Gomez better.
Sometimes, you just have to detach your eyes
from this article, and really think exactly what you are doing right now.
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