The Abstract Magnet...

Maqsood-e-zindagi (Aim of life via aims in life)...

2011-05-09T16:35:00.006+05:30

Was going through my old diary entries and read this superb Faarsi (Persian) qalaam by Maulana Rumi Sahib...

Have put up a translation as per my li'l knowledge of Sufism. This is by no means accurate or authentic... Just a fragrance of my feelings and experiences... The qalaam flows as:

Shaad bashay ishq khush sauda'aye maa, Ae tabeeb-e-joomla-illat ha'aye maa...
(Khush raho ae Ishq hamare gham meiN kyuNki tum hamari har beemaari(pareshaani) ke tabeeb(doctor)/ilaaj ho... )
Jism khaaq az ishq bar aflaaq shud, Koh dar raqs aamad-o-chalaak shud...
(Khaak sa insaaN ka wajood ishq ki ba-daulat falak(aasmaaN) tak jaa pahuNchta hai aur pahaD ishq se itne hoshiyaar ho ja'atey haiN ke raqs(dance) karne lagtey haiN...)
Aqal aamad deen-o-duniya shud kharaab, Ishq aamad dard-o-aalam kaamya'ab...
(Jab aqal aayi tou deen aur duniya donoN hi kharaab hue matlabb main dono mein naa-kaamyaab rahaa aur ishq ke aatey hi dono jahaaN meiN kaamyaabi mil gayii...)
Zindagi aamad bara'aye bandagii, Zindagi be-bandagii sharmiNdagii...

The last two lines of this qalaam define "ecstatic bliss" for me... I take these as the motive of life...
Zindagi bandagii (ibaadat) ke liye milee hai, jiske baghair ye sharmiNdagii ke maaniNd hai... And this ibaadat here does not ask us to keep on worshiping Gods or idols... Whatever we do should be done if we perceive it as bandagii... Sums up success and perfection in life in a single sentence for me. Many such successes in small walks of life appear to me as the most probable way towards maqsood-e-zindagi... :-)

Allah Nigehba'an ..!

Aftermath: Khwaab interviewed by JunooN ...

2010-12-24T18:39:00.007+05:30

Hello viewers,

Today "Magnet" channel brings you live to this rare occasion. On huge public demand, we have our esteemed guest Khwaab sahib... Despite his busy schedule, he has very kindly consented to be here with us today. Let us head straight towards him... Over to your host, Mr. JunooN...

JunooN: Khush-aam-deed viewers and Salaam Alaikum Khwaab sahib ... Long since you were last seen... Infact; hope, happiness, life, art... we all missed you a lot ! Where have you been all these days ?

Khwaab: Wa Alaikum Salaam. Well, am sorry... maiN kuchh masroof rahaa pichhley dinoN. Issi liye khairiyat jaan ne bhi naa aa sakaa. I did hear that Mr. Circumstances went against you and you guys are quarrelling a lot nowadays..? What's the matter..?

JunooN: ahh. Yeah, but I succumbed to certain wounds I had got long ago. And now, I am having a little indifferent view towards Mr. Circumstances. Moreover, Miss Life seems to be with me now, after a while and am more than glad for this. Anyways, you were after Miss Taabeer, any progress ?

Khwaab: As I had told you in an earlier conversation, "Mujhe zindagi saaf dhuNdlii dikhaayi daetii hai... Kuchh dhuwaaN-sa shayad dard ki tasveer chhupaaye baitha hai...". This makes me feel that Taabeer is like somebody's Sanaa or in simple words, a serene dream that can't come true. I have started to believe that realisation of a dream is itself a dream that can't get realised..!

JunooN: Sounds deep, Sir. But, don't you feel that the canvas of your thoughts has begun to have shades of pessimism ?

Khwaab: Well, you can coin any term for this, but when Miss Life reigns, we all have to just salute to her will. I tried to resist initially, but got shattered. Thus, retaliation is of no use.

JunooN: But Sir, they say you need to help yourselves before life or God helps you... (Himmati da himaayeti Rabb !) . If we just sit back and watch Miss Life's ways, won't that be giving no chance to Allah miyaaN to come to our rescue ?

Khwaab: Bhai jaan, I am trying to recollect my scattered bits and pieces. My role is just like that of a function in a large computer program. I know my next steps, but am unaware of my part in the large program's purpose in entirety.

JunooN: We all had lots more to ask. But, since the clock doesn't stop ticking...I'll quickly handover the mic to our studio audience for a small interrogation session.

From the Audience ...

Miss Anxiety: Aadaab ! Khwaab sahib. I am usually attributed as your consequence. Do you also think Dreams imply Anxiety ? In that case, I think we should give ourselves a chance to know each other since we seem to form a superb match ..?

Khwaab: Ohh... So, you are here too, miss ! You have a valid query as far as people's perspective is concerned. But, am afraid I disagree. Did I ever call you where I went to ? As per my memory books, no ! I never saw you spy and follow me too. I usually go to introduce people to Mr. HardWork, Mr. Honesty, Mr. CanDo and the likes, not to you Miss. Am sorry !

Miss Pain: Sir, by my very nature I go on to unintentionally hurt people at times. Aren't you supposed to help them then ? It is usually seen you don't pay a visit when I am around ? Am I repulsive for you, Sahib ? Do you think am just meant to be cursed ?

Khwaab: I wonder we have different lifestyles but can co-exist. As is evident from the fact, whenever you have paid a visit to great poets, composers, artists; they have met me in their respective domains and portrayed exceptional artworks. So, you have been playing an 'inspiring' role, to say the least. You are not meant to be cursed. You have been sent here for a reason that we might not comprehend, as such... Allah miyaaN has His ways, queer though ..!

JunooN: Sorry to interrupt, dear congregation ! I was having a wonderful time, too, listening to those enlightening words. But; when Mr. Time sings aloud, we have to calmly listen and applaud. Before that, kindly give a much deserved, huge round of applause to JunooN sahib, for sparing his priceless time to come here and be our Rehnumaa...

Shukriyaa for watching. Feedbacks Awaited ..!

I would like to make a special mention of our dedicated design artist, Mr. Dheeraj Gupta... He is the source of all designing and graphics marvels, you are seeing on our sets...

Shab-ba-Khair... Khuda Hafiz ..!

Khwaab aur JunooN... In conversation !

2010-12-21T01:12:00.005+05:30

Visiting my blog after ages. Got reminded that I have a blog as well in a conversation with a friend yesterday. Life is depicting..., ahh..! The blog's editor has got me started again... :-)

So, life is depicting newer abstract patterns on my canvas. My old friends, Khwaab and junooN continue to be masroof (busy) in their arguments on my diary and some torn pages. Graphite is coming down in relatively large amounts on these bits of paper as I am having holidays for some 6 days. Holidays, from work... But, then I wonder... When will the holidays from life end ..?

Still awaiting the return of Nikhil... Still missing him !

As asked by friends, will put some of my Khwaab and junooN talks' excerpts here:
Zindagi saaf dhuNdlii dikhaayi daetii hai... KhwaaboN ka dhuwaaN shayad dard ki tasveer chhupaaye baitha hai. Ae junooN ! Kya lazzat bhi bas khwaab hai ..? Kya iss jahaaN meiN taabeer nahiN hua kartii..?

Khwaab. Meray dil ki parwaaz. Manzil shabd se naa-waakif lagtey haiN ye saarey ! Roz subha' maiN uthTaa... Ye so jaaya kartey... Abb din meiN bhi yaari nibha'atey haiN ye dost ..!

Khwaab ne aakar junooN ko soorat-e-haal dikha dii... Bas tabse ummeed kuchh khauf-zadaa hai...

Ae Khwaab ! Kya tum apne raqeeb waqt ke naa-qaabil-e-bardaasht sulook ki wajah se bikhar gaye ho..? Pehlay tou aate ja'ate khairiyat poochh jaaya kartey the. Ummeed bhi tumhe bahut yaad karti hai..! Ham kab mil saktey haiN ..?

... That's it for now... Going in the refuge of my piano for a while...! I hope 'Khwaab' miaN listens to my request... and finds my address once again someday..!

Hamd-o-Sanaa

2010-09-22T21:03:00.003+05:30

It has been long since I was last here. But; I remember Nikhil Khullar was here, then... I have been missing him since many worldly days !

ahh... Life is playing a melodious composition on a sweet flute... My deeds have become synonymous to the master's hamd-o-sanaa.

I am lost in some exceptionally beautiful creations of God nowadays viz. compositions in raag pahaRi, superb poetry, serene souls etc. Hehe ! (Please don't ask me to elaborate on the third...)

A few days ago just after I finished performance, I remembered the lines as I went backstage:

"maiN tou ghazal sunaa ke akela khaDa rahaa,
sab apne apne chahne waaloN meiN doob gaye..."

This state of mild intoxication is addictive. Even if I am in an illusion, I would love it to last, at least till I do... :-)

Bahut Duur Hai

2010-05-29T13:17:00.005+05:30

It was another beautiful night when I wrote this ghazal around 3 AM with a perfectly sharpened pencil in my hand. The pencil was sharpened to write code(pertaining to some web application), but this is what eventually came out of that graphite. So, here's how it goes:

DuayeiN be-asar hoke jab laut aayiiN, tou samjha zameeN se falak bahut duur hai ;
Teri tasveer bhi jab dhuNdlii nazar aayi, tou samjha zameeN se falak bahut duur hai ...

Yaad dard dilaata rahaa ke abhi zinda huN, Shayad manzil abhi bahut duur hai ;
Talaash abhi manzil ki kahaaN kar sakta huN, Jab raastey bhar ka nishaaN bahut duur hai ...

KarwatoN ke sehra meiN bhaTakti raat ko keh do, Ke neeNd ka aashiyaaN abhi bahut duur hai ;
MaiN kashti-e-hasrat liye jitna chale jaa rahaa huN, Bass lagta hai saahil utna hi duur hai ...

Haq ka raaz jaan lene ki baat nahiN ae dost, Haq ko raaz jaan lenaa abhi bahut duur hai ;
ZubaaN-e-yaar ki dhun meiN kho ke reh gaya huN, Rooh-e-yaar se guftgu tou bahut duur hai ...

PS: I still feel sad when I recall how profusely it bled in Srijan '10 because of the typo errors.

In the second line, the picture that seems hazy is her face in the moon. I have mentioned it explicitly here since I have been told by many friends that the aashaar is too abstract to convey what I intended to.

As they say, "This too shall pass !". Life goes on ...

Be-Inteha Dard Ki Lazzat

2010-05-07T17:34:00.005+05:30

"Sabaa, lagta hai maiN abb bhi zinda huN ..."
Some words that I had put down on a torn piece of paper and later copied on my diary that stores many ashes from burnt pages of the book called 'Life', authored by Magnet miaN himself...

I still can't comprehend what exactly I am going through. It was exceptionally painful to begin with but now it's all very different, or maybe I have become indifferent...

I was bathing a few days ago. Had two buckets full of chilled water. As I was dropping mugs full of water on myself, I realised there was no sensation at all. I still wonder, "Who was colder ? The water or me..."

Off late, Ghalib Sahib has been answering many of my queer queries... How rightly he has written, "Mohabbat meiN nahiN hai farq jeene aur marne ka, usi ko dekhkar jeetay haiN, jis kafir pe dam nikle..."

Then, sometimes I strongly agree with Sajid ji's words,
"Ek ka'afir ke dar pe 'Sajid' huN, kya koi meri bandagii samjhey !"

Another magical couplet by Ghalib Sahib deserves mention here, "Ishrat-e-qatraa hai darya mein fana'a ho jaana , dard ka hadd se guzarnaa hai dawa'a ho jana..."
(The grandeur of drop of water is to dissolve in river, when pain exceeds all bounds it serves as medicine. )

I have extended the above marvel as:
Dard ata ki wo bhi be-inteha, log fir bhi kehtay haiN ke dawa'a nahiN diya kartaa ...
Khair, the candle continues to enlighten my path. Let us see what gets uncovered next. Waiting to hear the next note as you "strike" it !

Ek La'azmi Tasleem

2010-03-24T17:18:00.004+05:30

"Koi rishtaa nahiN rahaa fir bhi, ek tasleem la'azmi si hai ... "

When a dream appears in front, again and again... I question myself( actually, the magnet within ) : Am I dreaming or is this a deeper dream, the earth's reality ?

Contentment can arise if the dream either seems to be unclear, fictitious, or in other similar cases...

What if the "khwaab" does not pertain to either of these... ?

Intoxicated still, I believe then the la'azmi tasleem is visible... Afterwards; the poem is seen, the flower is heard, the pain is smelt and the fragrance is felt !

What one feels to be meaningless can eventually turn out to be the most meaningful facet of life in under 50 days... Yeah, that's life and I owe a lot to you...

I think I should stop here reciting the couplet by Gulzar Sahib, after which I stand speechless:

"Shaam se aaNkh meiN namii si hai, Aaj fir aapki kami si hai..."

P.S.: A reply was received from magnet miaN, regarding love... I feel posting it here is in order... It did help me and I hope will help many others:

"And when his (love's) wings enfold you yield to him, Tough the
sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. "

After this, I would like to say to all who can feel the rhyme... Raqs-e-Bismil ( Dance of the wounded ) rocks !!!

Magnet MiaN: I have a request ...

2010-03-12T18:12:00.002+05:30

Just like Google people keep on asking for suggestions for newer ideas; I would like to give mine for Him, for the inclusion of a specific feature in the next version of Homo Sapiens. Here is the exact request. Please forward this to any relevant address you feel like doing to :) ...

"Dearest Magnet,

Please create a switch, a simple on-off switch in the human body by using which his highness Mind Sahib can be asked to stop thinking about certain topics for more than 23 hours 59 minutes a day, specially if the thoughts bring nothing but serene pain...
Such an inclusion may harm the execution of punishment sub-routines on people at times, but I would request you to please give it a consideration since the merits attached seem to be far far heavier.
Science still has not been able to even comprehend the exact structure/functioning of human body, so for humans the question of such an inclusion is precisely impractical.

Thanking You in anticipation of favour !

Warm Regards,
Ali786"

In the end of this meaningless post, I would like to quote some lines as post script that I love and find apt here:

Rabba VichhaR jaawe kite yaar tera,
(O Lord ! If someday your beloved gets separated,)
Pataa lagg jaye vichhoRa ki ae...
(You'll realise what grief of separation is...)
Tainu kehna pae jaau duniya nu,
Maahi baajh na lagda jee ae...
(Believe me! You;ll be forced to say to the world, "It is real painful in the absence...")

Tainu waasta vichhReyaaN sajjnaN da,
(I beg of you in the name of my lost soul-mate,)
Dass ishq da daaru ki ae...
(Let me know what the medicine for separation is...)

Mera yaar mila nahiN te maar mukaa,
MaiN iss duniya toN laenaa ki ae ?
(Kindly either let me meet the one in whom I see you or finish me off yaar. What else do I want from this world ?)

Awaiting a reply soon, at least from you !

Life Rocks, So do "You" ...

2010-01-31T20:49:00.003+05:30

A sweet blend of severe pain and ecstatic bliss ... That's what precisely life has to offer at times. But then, would the beauty have been so beautiful, had there been no ugliness ! This thought comes to my rescue whenever life's fast deliveries try to bowl me over ... I believe that the magnificence of the magnet owes a lot to the 'like' poles repelling each other ...
In such a state of duality, the following line comes to my rescue that I wrote long ago :
"Dard ki aadat ne mujhe dard ka ehsaas hi bhula diya, Kuchh iss tarah dard se bacha jaa rahaa huN maiN ... "

In a nutshell, "You" rock ... "You" simply do !

Well, the boat will continue to sail ... So, now I stand waiting for the magnet's next directive ...

Invincible Pain...

2009-05-06T23:53:00.003+05:30

Still trying to explore the secret which continues to haunt me, invariably.

Maybe, there is something deep within that I can't comprehend. I don't want to fight life; not because defeat frightens me, but since success doesn't excite me !

This indifferent attitude or approach seems dull too...

Then where does the way out lie ?

Dreams are there, but the path seems hazy.

Some old wounds continue their job of giving pain which is pure.

There is an obvious target, but even more obvious is my ...

The Game called Life...

2009-02-09T20:15:00.003+05:30

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Bang! I am born...Crying as I see the world around. Where have I come? What place is this, O Master? Am I being punished? Or rewarded? Is this the first time I am here?
Sadly, No Answers!!!
I was so sad when I didn’t get any reply that I just couldn’t reconcile to the situation. Then, strange people coming to see me, I was like something kept for an exhibition. All laughed as I cried. Nobody thought that I needed some answers...
Then, time went on. They say: Time is the best healer. I feel it is something which stimulates you to forget things. So, aids healing, indirectly! Maybe, I also started to forget about the trouble of no answers. I grew. My parents looked after me. So much, that I fall short of words to describe. Perhaps, their selfless love took me further away from worrying about the answers. I began to develop faith in earthly relations. In a way, the need for answers went on to diminish for a while.
I went to school. Many teachers came and taught me many things. No One ever answered any of my questions, the real ones...
I was deeply indebted by now...Not in terms of money, which I could pay back...But in terms of priceless love...And that too in such huge quantities, that I had no clue about how I could do even one percent of something that could help me to show my gratitude towards the debts. Elders, and many people around guided me, helped me in whatever possible way they could...
I was befooled, cheated and duped as I went along the path. I realised that the game had enemies too. Ideals taught me not to retaliate. I tried to abide by them, as far as was possible. I had seen both sides of the coin, by now.
Now, I had another question. How to play my part? I realised that I had actually become an actor in a play, accidentally though. By now, I was about to finish my studies. My role as a feeder was about to begin. I had begun jumping around like Mario to collect coins. What about the answers, the ones which I needed from so long? Oh, responsibilities made me, nearly, forget them.
I got a job. Tried to work to my potential. Earned enough to sustain in life. Made new friends, lost some old ones. The process continued. Tried to do whatever little I could as a token of gratitude towards those who had made me what I was then. But, I had virtually forgotten about the answers. By now, my aim was to clear the present level. I went along through ups and downs. Got badly hurt at times. But somehow managed to get through.
Now, I realised I was a man. Had responsibilities to shoulder. Infact, I had a child. I wonder now that I was happy when he came here. But, was he too? Why did he cry?
The doctors still had the lame excuse that he was crying for the breathe. I had a different view though. I reared him the way I was. So, did many other players like me. My progress in the game was not known to me. I was just running as I knew my health was deteriorating. Some of my elders had resigned from the game or had to resign, maybe. They had left the assets they collected in their lives for me to continue their unknown cause.
Then, the child grew. I wonder if he had a similar set of questions. But then realised, I could not help him. Just taught him the ways of the world, whatever I was taught a long time ago.
I had grown old. My health was at an all time low. I had only a few close players left in touch. Many of the mates had left the field. I went on like that. Now, the quest for the old-skool questions had resumed its pace. I tried to communicate with the master. Did get some replies now but was not able to interpret them. Perhaps, he had not made me wise enough to do so...

He was yet another homo sapiens...
The game continued. He attained many heights in the game, but ultimately had to leave. Maybe, he had become too strong to be allowed to sustain. So, the Master felt that his innings must end. That is precisely what HE did. But...

DID HE WIN???

WERE THE QUESTIONS ANSWERED???

Mosque in a Night...

2008-11-16T12:59:00.003+05:30

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Well, here I am...Back after a busy month or so...Let us continue our journey towards the magnet. Ofcourse, the magnet will guide and also paradoxically obstruct us...

Masjid tou banaa di shab bhar mein,
Emaan ki haraarat waalon ne...
Mann apna purana paapi tha,
Barson mein namazi ban na sakaa !!!

Now, Dr. Iqbal has left this to us..."What is significant : religiousness or religion ?"
That's the entire sufi philosophy in a nutshell...

Baba Bulleh Shah Ji has also said:

Ikko Alif Teray Darkaar, Ilmoon Bass Karein O Yaar...
(One Alif (refers to Allah) is all you need, my friend ! Forget the pride in your knowledge...)

In upcoming posts, I'll share some more by Baba Bulleh Shah, my guide...

The Present Dilemma...

2008-08-09T23:38:00.002+05:30

Currently, I am undergoing a state of dilemma...I am utterly confused, but the cause of confusion is hitherto not known...

Abb Iss Talaash Mein Hun Ki Main Apne Rone Pe Hans Rahaa Hun Ya Bewajah Hansne Pe Ro Rahaa Hun !!!
(Now, I am searching for an answer whether I am laughing at my cry or crying at my inapt laughter...)

The Sleepless Feeling...

2008-08-09T23:32:00.002+05:30

The Innocent one in me gets this reply when going to knock at the door of sleep:

Neend Ke Paas Ummeed Liye Jaa Rahaa Hun Main, Par Duur Se Tou Darwazaa Band Dikhayii Detaa Hai !
(I was going with a ray of hope towards sleep's house...But saw that the door was closed !!!)

What I interpreted...

2008-08-09T23:26:00.002+05:30

Baba Bulleh Shah ji has said:
Mandir Dha De, Masjid Dha De, Dha De jo Kujh Dhaendaa ;
Par Ikk Naa Dhaween Dil Bande Da, Mera Rabb Dilaan Vich Rehndaa...
(Do not bother for the temple or the mosque...Literally the lines mean Destroy the temple and the mosque...Destroy whatever else you want to...means do not care for whatever else you don't want to...But do care for a person's heart...feelings...as He resides there...)

Well, the magnet wanted to convey something else maybe...What I wrote was:

Dil Mein Khuda Rehtaa Hai Yeh Tou Sunaa Tha, Par Ham Tou Dil Ko Khuda Maan Baithey !
(I had heard that He resides in the hearts...But I gave my heart His stature...)

Appearance did Mislead...

2008-08-09T23:19:00.002+05:30

My appearance actually did not favour me...Rather, went against me as:

Unke Dekhe Se Jo Aa Jatii Hai, Munh Pe Raunaq ;
Wo Samajhte Hain Ke Beemar Ka Haal Achaa Hai...
(Seeing Him brought an expression of definite relief on my face and He thought that the ill is relieved...)

The Interrogation...

2008-08-09T23:06:00.002+05:30

I just could not post for the past few days as I asked The Magnet this question:

Jab Ke Tum Bin Nahin Koi Maujood, Phir Ye Hungama Ai Khuda Kya Hai ???
(When there no one present save you, Then what is this going on, Oh Lord !!!)

But...Still haven't had any reply...

Help Me, The Great One !!!

A Magnet or The Sea...

2008-07-10T23:40:00.003+05:30

Here is what I wrote under the influence of the magnetic field of The Abstract Magnet :

Andhere kamre mein aaenaa lekar

naa jaane kisse dhuundnaa chahtaa hun,

Kuch iss tarah apna wajood talaash rahaa hun main;

Abb raastey ke siwa koi hamsafar nahin reh gayaa mera,

Na jaane kyun caravan se itnaa duur ja rahaa hun main;

Tishnagi bujhaaney ka bhi muntazir abb nahin rahaa yeh Mann,

Iss Kadar pyaas ko Be Aas pa rahaa hun main;

Dard ki aadat ne mujhe dard ka ehsaas hi bhula diya,

Bass Iss tarah dard se bachaa ja rahaa hun main;

Rone ki hasratein hain par aansu nahin rahe tou fir,

Apne hi haal par khud hanse jaa rahaa hun main;

Khuda ko paane ka armaan dil mein liye,

Khud ko Khud se pare liye jaa rahaa hun main;

Laa pataa ho gayaa hun tera pataa talaash kartey hue,

Haan magar abhi zinda hun key Saans Liye ja rahaa hun main;

Kabhi jis beparwahi ke liye jana jataa tha duniya mein;

Abb usse hi laparwahii kehlaa rahaa hun main;

Berang se iss manzar ko badalne ki tammanna liye,

Abb sagar hone sagar ki taraf jaa rahaa hun main...

(With a desire to change this colourless life, where the path ahead is distorted...

I head towards the sea to be...)

Not Worthy of Justice...I Realise !

2008-07-01T20:51:00.003+05:30

Raise your hands and bow your heart and realise :

Rehem ke kaabil hun main, Insaaf ke kaabil nahin !

(Oh God ! I realise that I do not deserve to ask for justice, but shower your blessings on me...)

It is this realisation that basically puts a challenge in front of us to attain that emptyness which will help us have that wine from that saqi as He pours only in empty glasses...

Success...Does It Always Help ???

2008-06-28T14:01:00.000+05:30

Deewane Ne Deed Kyun Paayi, Hasrat Dil Di Maar Mukayii...
(Why did the crazy fellow get success, It ruined him of the feel he had to achieve it !)
Then what are we running for ?
Is the fight more enjoying than a possible victory ?
The question remains unanswered !

The Sad Moments...

2008-06-28T13:43:00.000+05:30

Heading towards the magnet, there do come many obstacles...

One may be forced by circumstances to sit back and think...Afterall, ups are ups only because of downs...So, one should not be disappointed by the downs and regard them as an indication that ups are coming...This is the normal preaching of intellectual people to have evenness of temper...But sufism takes you to a higher level of spirituality, beparwahi !

Moving On...

2008-06-28T10:10:00.000+05:30

Koi rang kala, koi peela, koi laal gulaabi kardaa ;
Bulle Shah rang murshad wala kissey kissey nu chardha !

(Some are getting coloured black, some others yellow, and some are after red pink...But the colour of murshad turns up on a few blessed ones ! )

For:

He himself is the kite, and He himself is the string...

The Bliss...

2008-06-28T09:53:00.000+05:30

The abstract outcome of starting to move on the path towards The Magnet is the divine bliss, the intensity of which can't be defined in the words of any worldly language...

In such hypnotic state, the soul on the path of enlightment feels :

ਅਸੀਂ ਹੋ ਗਏ ਆਂ ਦਿਲਦਾਰਾਂ ਦੇ,ਸਾਨੂੰ ਯਾਦ ਸੱਜਣ ਦੀ ਆਈ ਹੋਈ ਏ...

(I solely belong to Him, and I am lost in His memories !)

The Eternal Prayer...

2008-06-28T09:08:00.000+05:30

Ibaadat kar ibaadat karan de naal gall bandii ae,
Kisse di ajj bandii ae, kisse di kall bandii ae !

In a nutshell, the first significant milestone is to realise :

I know not by what methods rare, but this I know: He answers prayer !

The Roots of Abstractness...

2008-06-28T01:20:00.000+05:30

Firstly as Baba Bulleh Shah (my guide) has suggested...
ਉਹਨੂੰ ਲੱਭਣਾ ਤੇ ਖ਼ੁਦ ਖੋ ਜਾ ਤੂੰ...
(If you want to find Him, be lost yourself !)
So after getting immersed in the sea of purity...The human soul becomes ready to understand HAQ i.e. The Eternal Truth...
In this situation, the bliss begins and I would like to say on behalf of the lost soul :

ਅਸੀਂ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ ਸ਼ਾਹੀ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਦੀ, ਉਹਦੇ ਨਾਂ ਦੀ ਫਕੀਰੀ ਪਾਈ ਹੋਈ ਏ...
(I have left the worldly royalities and have worn the cloak of His faqeeri on my soul !)

And the next vital pre-requisite to understand this abstract beauty is emptyness within !
As the sufi saints say :
ਮੇਰੇ ਵਿਚ ਮੇਰਾ ਕੁਝ ਵੀ ਨਹੀਂ...
(I have nothing in me that I can call mine !)

The Journey Begins...

2008-06-28T00:45:00.000+05:30

Tanhaee Main Fariyaad Tou Kar Saktaa Hun, Viraaney Ko Aabaad Tou Kar Saktaa Hun;
Jab Chahun Tumhe Mil Nahin Saktaa Lekin, Jab Chahun Tumhe Yaad Tou Kar Saktaa Hun…