The 'Most Wanted' Key

I was so excited and happy. Finally after a long tiring journey, I was getting all that I had always wanted. I was just on the edge of it. The door was just a step ahead. I had travelled all the way from the very bottom till that door which was high above. I just had to insert the key into the keyhole, unlock the door and open it and then I would find all that I had desired; happiness, success and what not. But did I had the key for the door? No I did not had it. It was in the hands of God. I had to put all my effort to reach till that door and then God had to give me the key to open it and then I just had to open it and get everything and then thank God. I had made all the plans for thanking God as I was climbing up the stairs to the door. I knew God was merciful enough to give me the key after all the hardwork of mine and then I would thank God in the best possible way as I had planned. So I was outside the door, with my head up with pride and I asked God,"God give me the key,this is the very perfect door. There is no unlawful thing inside it. Its pure and it won't lead me to wrong path of sins.". God said,"Sorry Sumaiya, I can't give you the key". I was like "WHAT!! but it is the perfect place like I said there is nothing inside which will make you unhappy and ofcourse it will make me happy too. It contains all which I wanted all my life.Why can't you give me the key?!". God replied,"I am sorry Sumaiya, I can't give you the key". "But why?!", I asked and He replied, "Because what is contained inside the door is not good for you". So I got angry and worried and sad and what not!! Why did He let me travel all the way to the door then? Couldn't he just stop me in the midway? I had all the hopes and I expected so much from Him but He simply said that all the happiness inside the door wasn't good for me? I could not believe Him. It was simply perfect. Everything inside the door was so perfect for me. How could He say then that it was not good for me. I hit the door hard. Maybe that way it would open. But it did not open. I sat outside the door, depressed, started crying and pleaded to God to open it. But He just kept on saying, "its not good for you. I will tell you another door where you will find good for yourself". I told him that I wanted the same door as I had made up all my mind for it throughout the long journey and that I wanted it at any cost whether it was good for me or not. He said,"all that glitters is not Gold. This one is not good for you". I told Him,"I dont care whether its good or not. I want this glitter". He kept on smiling quietly maybe on my failure or maybe on my senseless desires or maybe because I really did not know that the happiness inside the door wasnt good for me. He told me,"I will tell you the way for another door and inside it you will find happiness which will be good for you". I asked him," I had convinced my heart for this happiness. How will I accept the other happiness which you talk about?". He said,"You will like that so much that you will forget about this one". And now I donot understand how can something be better than this one? This one is simply perfect. Nothing could be better than this one. And now I am sitting outside the door and hoping that maybe after a while God will give me the key for it. Why can't He simply make that thing better for me which I want? That way He can be happy and I can be happy and everything will be fine. Why does He has to put this depression thing in my way everytime I am about to have something which I want? Its true that whatever he wishes, he does that. Then why did He not make heartless people or maybe non living statues instead of human beings? or maybe any creatures without any feelings, who would accept all his decisions straight away easily..like Helen Keller said that blindness is more painful when you had sight prreviously..thats what happened with me this time. I got 90% of happiness and God snatched it back and did not let me move ahead, saying that it was not better for me!

A 60 Seconds Read

A blind man was begging on a side of a New York street with a board written:

"I AM BLIND HELP ME"

Once a man passing that side saw him. The man took the blind man's board and wrote something. After that the blind man got heavy collection. Many people started to give him money. Here is what that stranger wrote on the blind man's board:

"YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL BUT I CANNOT SEE YOU"

This is called the power of expression. Its not just enough to think good. If you are not able to express that good thought of your's in a proper way, people will never know what ideas you have and what a genius mind is present inside your head. This blind man's story was actually sent to me by by friend through sms. It really touched me because I also have a poor power of expression.

If anyone can tell me how to improve it, I shall be thankful.

A Sad Note

All my hopes went down when I saw this person from whom I wanted importance for myself, giving importance to other people just because these other people were either somebody awesome from academic point of view or from financial point of view.
Dont want to write much about it because all my hopes are down right now. People who have experienced this feeling will understand it for sure without a long comprehensive writing of mine on this topic. Thank God I have a blog where I can put my feelings because all of it cannot simply fit in a one-line facebook status!

Wonders Of Science

First I would like to apologize to my blogger friends..I cannot comment on few blogs.the explorer gives an error when i try to comment.maybe i should start using google chrome instead of explorer..ithink that will make some difference.but i am reading blogs of all the people who are following me and i must say that everyone is writing really well.
Anyways here are two articles written by Professor Atta ur Rehman.They were published in Dawn (education) on 1st April, 2012.Really interesting stuff.

The Royal Road To A person's Heart Is To Talk About Things He Treasures The Most

The other day I was informed about a seminar which was to be conducted at Jinnah Postgraduate Medical Centre. My friend gave me the number of the seminar co ordinator so that I could get myself registered for the seminar. I called Dr Sehrish Haider for the purpose of registration. I did not know this person at all. I just had to call her for my registration. So I called her but she did not recieve my call..Anyways I went back to my work..Half an hour later I recieved a call from Dr Sehrish who said ,"Did someone call me from this number a while ago?".I told her that it was me and I wanted to know the registration process for the seminar..She explained me the whole procedure. It was a bit later after the phone call that I had this feeling. This person, Dr Sehrish did not know me at all and neither did I know her. Yet she called back at my place from the number I called her before when she was not able to reply. I was impressed by her sense of responsibility and realized maybe this was the quality for which she was made the seminar co coordinator. Not just this..her call back to my place (when she did not know me at all) made me feel important and so I developed a positive feeling for her..The deepest urge inside a human nature is to be important for others and the co coordinator made me feel that I was important for her..i was impressed and this short and maybe unimportant event reminded me of what Dale Carnegie had said in one of his books which i had read few days back..according to him if you make the other person feel as if he is very important for you, that other person will do whatever favour you want even without you asking him for a favour.Through examples of different people, the author explains how taking interest in the interests of other people and giving priority to their priorities can make them happy and satisfied and can create a positive impression of you in front of them.Here is the exact piece of writing from the book:

The genial William Lyon Phelps, essayist and professor of literature at  Yale learned this lesson early in his life.He says:

"When I was eight years old and was spending a weekend visiting my aunt Libby Linsley at her home in Stratford, a middle aged man called one evening and after a polite skirmish with my aunt, he devoted his attention to me. At that time, I happened to be excited about boats and the visitor discussed the subject in a way that seemed particularly interesting. After he left, I spoke of him with enthusiasm. What a man! My aunt informed me that he was a New York lawyer and that he cared nothing about boats, that he took not the slightest interest in the subject. I wondered why did he talk to me about boats so much?

"Because he is a gentleman", said my aunt. "He saw that you were interested in boats and he talked about the things he knew would interest you and please you. He made himself agreeable"

And William Lyon added: "I never forgot my aunt's remark"

TV9 Gujarat - Rajkot new born with Open heart

"I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet"

Maybe after watching this video, we should be thankful for what we are