Deweaponise Your Thoughts

A good article as usual from Shandana; gives a lot of food for thought. The root cause of all our troubles as Pakies is that we have been politicised so much so that we have become just political beasts, so mush so, that we have lost our identity as human beings as aptly described in the following excerpt from the article:

``I write, and I feel how the correct and precise use of words is sometimes like a remedy to an illness. ..I write and I feel how the tenderness and intimacy I maintain with language, with its different layers, its eroticism and humor and soul, give me back the person I used to be, me, before my self became nationalized and confiscated by the conflict, by governments and armies, by despair and tragedy.``

Btw, has any body read the recent poem by Ahmad Faraz, titled `Kor kammaadar chor kamaandar`. If so, will he be kind enough to let me read that poem as I could not find this poem despite a lot of search.

Dear Shandana,

Beautiful.

Thanks for sharing.

Aisha Sarwari

Shandana,
Here`s some stuff Musharraf said a few days ago: Tell me if you find any part that would be distinguishable from something right out of Mussolini`s mouth.

Also, please consider which of the following phrases do not aptly describe the man and his supporters in Karachi: `megalomaniac monarchs’, `fascist thugs’, ‘strategic stupidities’.

``“I don’t know who initiated the firing. Who did the firing is the question…. But the political response was a natural one. If they [the MQM] had not done it, these people [the CJP and lawyers] with all their supporters were going to go all over Karachi…. So therefore a reaction by the MQM…. to cast aspersions, this is exactly what the opposition wants to do…. And I would like to blame the opposition for politicising this whole dispute and I would like to blame these people who went in spite of the fact that Karachi is the stronghold of the MQM....”.

Hi Shandana!

Read this in The News the other day. Was impressed by some of the stuff Grossman put out. But really, I just popped in here to tell you you`re a real wuss! (Is that how it`s spelt?)

Sure, we need a greater understanding, and to see things from the other`s perspective and to try and imagine us all joining hands and singing kumbaya and all that....

But we also need to, sometimes, recognize evil where we see it, and call a spade a spade and a fascist faction a fascist faction. No?

I know it`s a little more difficult when you`ve got children and all... but give war a chance, will ya!

Ouch! :)

tc.

#11 Burpinder

[secretly in love with anyone with a female handle]

My dear, that is no secret! :)

In all honesty,
I find that most of the Pakistani woman tend to be hesitant at everything including this writer not sure which direction to go with this article......

Re: # 11

LOL! shall i tell you exactly how soft i`m getting? two minutes into listening to grossmans speech in new yorks cooper union hall, i burst into tears, to the consternation of the friend who went with me, who had seen me cry exactly never.

May be interesting to those who like all this high-brow stuff but certainly not Djinn and Tonic material!

Slink, please write some stuff like Vomit or the poem about the unborn baby (the one that ends ``I know where you live``). That was powerful stuff...probably cuz it was drawn from personal experience.

You continue in this vein, the only fans you`ll have are BJ-bihari (who in secretly in love with anyone with a female handle on chowk) and dilliwala (I can`t even see his post so am assuming it had, as usual, nothing to do with anything).

Peace :)))

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some really interesting thoughts are shared in the article!!!!

#3, #7 Diamond

Like your name, you are best when cut! :)

Re: # 4

Gandhi`s non-violence ? i rather say, calmer one looks, clamer one is.

i do have some serious set-backs in my life because of weak bulbs of our times.
i`d rather say one must not try to take old revenge coming to practicles when one knows, the right side always, keeps a forward eye, even if gandhi`s are facing the dead`s block, in silence, or wet-eyes.

it is true, most efforts have inner-links, but without filled pockets, earth won`t allow inner communication links to be established.

different thoughts come when a need arises, Gandhi`s must keep this in mind, even their dear dad used to say, ``don`t wanna go home now ?``

it gets crowdy, for even the dad, when kids become too shouty on their neighbours under-feets.

good-luck Gandhi`s i can live on garlic, but on bulbs.

tube lights are with white like garlics, onions are just like raw bulbs with permanent markable filaments that some what looks like a wavy enclosers regularly being utilized.

thats why they say, politicians never work hard, yet protect themselves from over-work.

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[I write. I feel the wealth of possibilities inherent in any human situation. I sense my ability to choose between them. The sweetness of liberty, which I believed that I had already lost. I indulge in the richness of true, personal, intimate language. I recall the delight of natural, full breathing when I manage to escape the claustrophobia of slogan and cliché. Suddenly I begin to breathe with both lungs.

I write, and I feel how the correct and precise use of words is sometimes like a remedy to an illness. ..I write and I feel how the tenderness and intimacy I maintain with language, with its different layers, its eroticism and humor and soul, give me back the person I used to be, me, before my self became nationalized and confiscated by the conflict, by governments and armies, by despair and tragedy.

I write...All of a sudden I am not condemned to this absolute, fallacious and suffocating dichotomy — this inhumane choice to “be victim or aggressor,” without having any third, more humane alternative.

And I write also about that which cannot be brought back. And about that which is inconsolable. Then, too, in a manner I still find inexplicable, the circumstances of my life do not close in on me in a way that would leave me paralyzed. Many times every day, as I sit at my desk, I touch on grief and loss like one touching electricity with his bare hands, and yet I do not die.” ]

I can fully understand why Mr. Grossman had the effect on you that he seems to have. I am already beginning to memorize these words.

What a spirited and sincere validation of what writing is all about... or ought to be all about!

[the world is, indeed, growing increasingly narrow, increasingly diminished, with every day that goes by.]

Mr. Grossman has his perspective based on his experiences – especially the traumatic experience from last summer. I understand but do not agree with his negative outlook. In my view, indeed the world is changing fast but on the aggregate, the change is for the better. A lot of past human misery could persist because large parts of the world could stay aloof from the sufferings and miseries of the rest of it. Such insulated existence is no longer possible therefore the “apathy” that Mr. Grossman refers to is not going to be a lasting phenomenon. Virtually every atrocity is open to inspection through the virtual world. In the same way, every idea – no matter how powerful and long-entrenched its proponents be – is open to fresh examination and review. In the end, that represents a sure death knell to ignorance.

Human soul – that under the custody of individuals – is merely a small piece of a larger entity whose source is infinite. Therefore, the “shrinking surface area” has only validity as long as we overlook its connection at root. Fatigue felt by individuals – or even by segments of population – can never be a lasting state – because the “moral” judgment comes from inside, from the source and replenishes itself.

PS: Perhaps Mr. Grossman’s thoughts hit you at the “wrong” moment! :)

PPS: (seriously) What can be a better illustration of how indomitable the human spirit is – than looking at Mr. Grossman’s very words and feeling their power, feeling them go inside and stir us – connecting and bonding where one could not have envisaged a connection or bonding! Can anybody ever doubt that such a connection is more than man-made?! For sure, one is entitled to believe that its lasting power also exceeds that of things which ARE man-made…

…like wars.

…like atrocities and cruelties.

…like ignorance.

…like murder, mayhem, and all their assorted side-kicks that we encounter on a day-in and day-out basis.

…like all the assorted weapons of mankind.

And as long as we have the words, we have the tools to address the damages of those and other man-made weapons!

Shandana:

``Deweaponize Your Thoughts``..... Says it all for our time.

Probably the most powerful expression of our time. It ranks with Gandhi`s non-violence, and more relevant today - for Ahmednijad to Bush to beyond.

Do something about it, I would love to join your efforts.

although the name means shooting out the yahoo logo colored stuff, but everyone knows with such breeze in air no one can feel suffocated, but one feel safraid if those natural parfumes would be avilable too much, then perhaps one day people might end up having ``allah baba style of sound box`` since then suffocation simply enlarges our inhalers.

a simple solution to make one breath with ease in actual real sense, is when after looking into all of the folders and sub-folders inside your working partition, simply remove the stuff in other than english language, no matter what, select only us and british from your language selection list.

also, from within the group policy editor make english as your systems only language, with another option set for to disable the other than the selected language for your system.

with immediate effect you`ll feel a good clean and free of congestion breathing ability, no matter what.