Archive for September, 2009

Master Jami Quotes ~

A seeker went to ask a sage for guidance on the Sufi way.

The sage counseled,

” If you have never trodden the path of love, go away and fall in  love;  then come back and see us “


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Nachna Painda eh – Bullah Badshah

Listen to the song pasted below, the most entralling and original performance by Saeen Zahoor on Bulleh Shah’s words.

Bulleh Shah! Asaan Marna Nahi ; Gor Pya koi hor!

” Bulleh Shah! I shall not die, someone lies in the grave ” – Bulleh Shah

Saeen Zahoor – Original – Ishq bulleh nu nachave ( Click to listen to the song )


ishq bulle nu nachaave yaar taa nachna painda hai,
jado mil jaave deedar ta nachna painda hai
aaja yaar de deedar, sohne yaar de deedar

itt kharhakke dukkarh wajjey tatta hoya chulha
aawan fakir rajj rajj khaawan, te raazi hovey bullah
jado mil jandaa pyaar ta nachna painda hai
jado sahmney hovey yaar ta nachnaa painda hai
aaja yaar de deedaar……

ishq bulle de andar warhey, bhambharh andar machhaya
jhanjhar pairi paa ke bulla yaar de vehrhey nachhaya
jado mil jaave deedaar ta nachna painda hai

bulla bhulla peer vallo, jad dil wich ghairat aayi
kaisa dhang milan da karaan, jado hovey rusvaai
paa libaas tawaifa waala, pairi jhaanjhar paayi
kanjari baneya teri izzat na ghatdi ,nachh ke yaar manai
jad sahmane hovey yaar , taa nachana painda hai

maran kolo mainu rok na mulla, mainu maran da shauq mitavan de
kanjari baneya meri izzat na ghatdi, nach ke yaar manavan de


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Dear All,

A very warm Eid Mubarak to everyone. May Lord Forgive us, Purify us, accept our fasting and prayers, Elevate Us, Inspire Us and Envelope Us with his Noor.

May the light of our faith show us the way and lead us together on the
path of peace and social harmony. May Lord guide us to steer the destiny of this nation and strenghten our love for our homeland and make us worthy enough to ” LIVE THE CHANGE ” and inspire youngsters around the globe to take an active part in Pakistan’s re-birth.

P Y A tried its humble best to share the joy of Eid with Orphans & Special Children this Ramadan. The effort still goes on, look at the pictures of two different events in Islamabad & Lahore:

Eid Shopping Spree & Iftar with Orphans – http://pya.org.pk/gallery/category/25-orphans.html

Iftar & Eid Gifts for Special Children –

We also plan to watch an animated movie with orphans on 26th September ( @ Cinepax Rawalpindi – Madagascar from 10-11 30 AM – Passes Available on the spot ) – http://pya.org.pk/news/pya-islamabad/65-ms.html

Remember us in your prayers,

Pakistan Youth Alliance

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‘You’ve got to find what you love,’ Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation.

Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK.

It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great.

It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do.

Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.

This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation the Macintosh a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me
I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months.
It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away.

Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.

Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

And I have always wished that for myself.

And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

– P.S: dots make a line.

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And 2morrow…

Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate.
Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.
Today is build on tragedies which no one want’s to face.
Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced.
Tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares.
Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,
knowing that my sanity content when I’m droped.
But tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new,
build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth.
Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride.
I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive. . .

– Tupac Amaru Shakur


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It was on February 16, 2009, much before operation ‘Rah-e-Rast’ had begun, when few young individuals came on the streets of Islamabad and Lahore to raise money for the women of Swat who had been deprived of the right of education. When others were only protesting against the growing effect of ‘Talebanisation’ in Swat, these individuals were in fact on the roads to do something about the next generation of Swat who were likely to grow up without the light of education if the situation persisted. In no time, they were able to collect Rs 250,000 for the burnt schools in Swat from the streets of Lahore.

When the war drums started beating and tanks began rolling in Buner, these young individuals were sitting in a TV show vowing to put aside their differences on whether they support the operation or not, and to launch an effective relief campaign for the internally displaced persons. Their faces wore determination and compassion, and they appealed to the youth to step forward, and to live the change instead of demanding one. These individuals were from Pakistan Youth Alliance, a youth based and youth administered non-political organisation.

Having a history that starts from Musharraf’s Emergency rule, PYA had stood up when and before no one even cared. A group of youth were more politically and socially aware then their peers, which realized the dream of having an unbiased platform for the youth of Pakistan, different from the “student unions” which were used by political parties to realize their shady motives. Casually dressed in jeans young boys and girls, ostentatiously representing the ‘urban elite’ which is often labelled as apathetic, were out there in scorching heat of noon in Islamabad, Lahore, Peshawar and Karachi, when they ought to be sitting in their air-conditioned homes. It was a heart warming sight as they had not only set up camps at various market places but they also reached personally to people and asked them to contribute generously. It all started from Bahria Town, Islamabad where Rs 100,000 were collected in few hours on May 16, and they targeted Mardan Khas government school on the very next day to distribute the relief items. The first relief effort was successfully completed in 36 hrs, and the spark they ignited had to spread amongst masses and turn into a big fire

With every passing day their ranks started to swell as more and more young people joined the cause and donations started rising. They held fundraising campaigns during the whole week in different cities, and on the weekends instead of sitting on comfy sofas at some eating place they reached those far lying schools of Mardan and Swabi which were holding fresh refugees. PYA had representation of local young individuals who knew the region well, and this made the task of need assessment easier. In this manner they touched hundreds of families. On their second trip they distributed relief items of worth more than half a million rupees in schools of Mardan Khas and Daula Zai.

This practice continued for the weeks to come as they also reached families in the areas of Shakrial in Islamabad and Topi, Swabi.

Their work still continues as they believe that these relief efforts must not be worn out by time. The work of PYA has been acknowledged by various segments of media and people belonging to different walks of life. By posting pictures, documentations and receipts on various social networking websites like facebook, they were open to all to ensure transparency and accountability, which appealed greatly to the donors. The pictures of young kids of Swat smiling celestially and wearing tags and shirts of PYA have often replaced apathy with the feeling of empathy in the hearts of many. They proclaim to “ Live the change “ instead of just proposing it and how well have they lived up to their words.

What is enthralling about these people is that they are not an outgrowth of some political party or a NGO. PYA comprises of bright young individuals belonging to various universities, or who have different jobs, and they know no divides on the lines of sectarianism or provincialism. Rather than limiting themselves in daily drudgery, they take some time out of their daily routine to ponder how they themselves can be the change they believe in.

As Wordsworth had written about the French Revolution, “Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive… But to be young was very Heaven.” The current wave of youth activism is a silent revolution, not a rebellious one indeed. And it is very heaven to be young these days.

The ways of world have changed
Tune is new, Instruments have changed
Free your mind from mental slavery
Make the young masters of the old

– Husham Ahmed

Published in The Nation ( Daily Newspaper )


PYA Swat Relief Promo Video – facebook: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=206462160450
Youtube Link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sX6YU2FAU0o

P.S: SBS Radio Australia interviewed a local of Mardan named Jamil Khan, who explicitly acknowledged PYA’s selfless efforts to help IDP’s (Aisha Sarwat of SBS Australia was taking the interview: http://www.radio.sbs.com.au/language.php?language=Urdu

Huffington Post also acknowledged PYA’s efforts for SWAT IDP’s relief through a 3rd person (Dr. Awab) : http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nosheen-abbas/pakistani-youth-pitch-in_b_212671.html

View the same article at different blogs of Pakistan, by just googling ” Pakistan Youth Alliance” : http://thecitizenstrust.blogspot.com/2009/06/pakistan-youth-alliance-swat-refugee.html

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Die before you die

Ironic, but one of the most intimate acts of our body is death.

So beautiful appeared my death –knowing;

Who then i would kiss, i died a thousand times before i died.

“Die before you die,” said the Prophet Muhammad.

Have wings that feared evertouched the Sun?

i was born when all I once feared – i could love.-

Rabia Basri, the highly acclaimed woman sufi saint of 8th century

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After Bollywood cinema and Hindi songs, Pakistan has a few favourite: Facebook. Reports indicate that there has been a sudden surge in people using the social networking site. Over seven lakh users have registered themselves on the site. While China and other countries are wary of the growth of social networking sites including Facebook and Twitter, Pakistan has so far not reacted to people flocking to the Net to air their thought.

Recently, over 2700 surfers used Facebook to build up protest against the then President Gen Pervez Musharaff.

In fact the huge street protests by lawyers had widespread support by an organisation called Pakistan Youth Alliance which effectively used Facebook to build pressure on Musharaff.

China and other countries often police social networking sites and snap them when a crisis builds up. Pakistan has so far not entered this troubled domain.

Next page: Shivaji to rise above Liberty statue


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Islamabad, Aug 25 (PTI) Facebook may have become a hit in Pakistan with over seven lakh people registering with the social networking website, but not everyone”s happy with the portal”s growing popularity. A college student whose mother decided to add to the Facebook count is decidedly unhappy.

“My mom recently started using Facebook and ever since she has made her account I have discovered privacy settings I never knew Facebook had!” a 20-year-old wrote of her experiences after her mother decided to keep a tab on her. “First she saw some pictures my friend had tagged me in.

She created such a scene. I”m not someone who really cares about the privacy on my account.

It”s not like (there are any) mushy messages from a boyfriend or a demented stalker that I would hide stuff on Facebook,” she wrote. “But now my mother”s sister, her sister”s husband”s, her sister”s husband”s sister”s, her sister”s husband”s sister”s son”s classmate”s girlfriend”s mom are all joining and trying to stay in touch through social networking and I”m being really careful and paranoid about what someone can see on my profile,” she wrote.

Facebook is also being used by many Pakistanis as a platform for protest. Pakistan Youth Alliance was one of the first groups to be floated after the imposition of emergency in 2007.

Ever since it has organised dozens rallies for the restoration of judges who were sacked by former military ruler Pervez Musharraf with the active support of 2,700 members. MORE PTI RHL.


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The purpose of life is not to be happy – but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to have it make some difference that you have lived at all. ~ Leo Rosten

– In helping others, we shall help ourselves, for whatever good we give out completes the circle and comes back to us. ~ Flora Edwards

– Those who spend their wealth by night and day, in secret and in public, shall have their reward with their Lord. On them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve~ (Qur’an 2:274).

Nothing will help. No cars, no houses, no gold will accompany you in the grave. Your body will be buried 6 feet under. All the ” bling bling ” shall fade away and the moments you lived for others, every single flex of your muscle that moved to bring smile on the faces of needy will flash before your eyes like a movie The material world that seemed so charming, would rotten with your body as your soul ascends to its origin. Deeds, deeds shall be examined and some will be forgiven. The All-Merciful, whose mercy falls like rain, on rocks and vegetation alike, on mountains and plains the same, claims to shower His endless mercy on deeds & rights attributed to Him directly but deprives one of His mercy in deeds & rights related to man-kind.

– Have you seen him who belies the rewards and punishments of the Hereafter? He it is who drives away the orphan and does not urge giving away the food of the poor ~ Quran (107:1 – 3)

I just want to thank everyone who helped us make today one of the most wonderful and rewarding days of our lives. Some moments change you, some feelings never leave your heart and some smiles keep flashing infront of your eyes, for the rest of your life.

I will not forget these kids smiling, thanking and not-wanting to part ways with us today. FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!

I just felt like writing, for writers are meant to ink the paper with the blood of their perception. May Lord bless you all & accept your purity in His court and make this little effort, the very reason that redeems you and your loved ones of pain-hereafter.

Fahad, Husham, Uzair, Amir, Badshah, Ali, Asad, Salman, Ahmed, Ashiq, Shakeel, Favaz, Arooj, Kehkashan, Amel, Romano, Ayesha, Lubna, Sana, Ghazala, Imaan, Amna, Rabia, Ibrahim, Sunny, Maryam, Sahar, Bilal, Gondal, Nauman, Mahhad, Ariana, Jerry, Maryam Malik, Rumi and the little Asad whose smile can melt your heart – THANK YOU!

Thank you for making us able to be worthy enough to have these memories, that atleast I will cherish for the rest of my life.

See the pictures of the event:

http://www.pya.org.pk/gallery/category/25-orphans.htmlorphans (20)

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