The Worst Type of Addiction

Once a teacher asked his class about the most dangerous addiction known to mankind. Every student had their own input; one said caffeine, narcotics, other mentioned alcohol, another talked about being addicted to fornication. The teacher himself talked about Krokodil a most addictive drug.

All of a sudden, a weak voice came from the back of the class,

‘No sir! it’s people…

…the worst type of addiction’.

There was pin drop silence in the classroom, everyone turned around to look at his face. A very nervous boy got up and looked at the teacher. He was asked to describe what had just been said. He uncertainly walked up to the rostrum and asked for some space to speak. Everyone was eager to hear him out.
He started with the words, “We meet different people daily, very few of them have an impact on our minds and we become friends and more than that, we start talking to them. Actually connect with them and open up to them. Gradually the walls come down and we start to trust them with our uncensored thoughts and share with them honestly.
In time, we get addicted to that person and start relying on them. They become a part of our routine and we get disturbed on the days when we don’t get to talk to them.

We naturally get depressed when they ghost us, and it starts to build up as we are denied our daily dose. Like we can’t live without them. The day starts and ends with them.
It’s all the withdrawal symptoms if they are missing from our daily lives. We want them everywhere in our lives and the worst thing is that it gets worse with time.
It’s the easiest to get relapsed into and it takes the worst toll on our emotional, mental and even physical well-being. In short, I believe it’s the worst thing to be addicted to people and it’s the most dangerous addiction. We live daily and we die daily, it’s something we cannot get out of and something that harms both us and the people around us.
‘It is something that we always need to be careful of’.
He concluded his speech with these golden words. There was a few seconds silence and then a huge round of applause for him in the class. A back bencher with opened collar buttons, half tucked in shirt, dirty shoes and a proud smile on his face, had just delivered a lesson for everyone, including the teacher. Sometimes very ordinary people tell the most precious lessons of our life and sometimes the most highly qualified people cannot understand that which is tormenting us.
JazakAllah, May Allah keep us from harm and on the path to His Contentment. Because getting addicted to people is not going to ever do us any good.

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The Professor (2019) Honest Reviews

Let me state for the reader that I don’t usually review movies. Never had the time nor the focus.

This one starts off right. No bull shit. Tenured Professor of English, You have cancer.

Got 6 months. Go!.

There is a reason that most people can relate to this character. This guy is the ultimate goal for all of those quiet, decent guys out there, you know the ones who actually struggled to be good people. Those who followed the keep your head down, work hard, listen to your mum types. The people pleasers and the ones who would apologize even when it’s not their fault.

The ones who can have it all but play by the rules and consciously try to never step on people’s toes.

Life is hard and often times not fair. Its one thing to stay in line with the fear of punishment as a motivator and the other to actually embrace it and live to its extent while staying in line.

I used to believe that getting the girl was the destination and the means could justify the ends. But its not as simple as that. Even if you get the girl and somehow manage to keep her. (This guy did!). And never could get over the fact. This movie helps you see that.

“In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.
They were both very shy, and they knew each other slowly, tentatively; they came close and drew apart, they touched and withdrew, neither wishing to impose upon the other more than might be welcomed. Day by day the layers of reserve that protected them dropped away, so that at last they were like many who are extraordinarily shy, each open to the other, unprotected, perfectly and unselfconsciously at ease.
Nearly every afternoon, when his classes were over, he came to her apartment. They made love, and talked, and made love again, like children who did not think of tiring at their play. The spring days lengthened, and they looked forward to the summer.”

― John Williams, Stoner

There is a chance you gave up a lot of what mattered to get there. She won’t ever respect you after that. And by the time she will maybe the times over. Spoiler! XD
So there is the simple review and the moral of the story. You may find the love of your life and you may find something fighting for. But fight for yourself first. Don’t settle for bliss.

No one person is the destination; your happiness is the goal and your wellbeing is the destination. As someone very eloquently put it; “your life is like a choo choo train”. People may choose to get on and may choose to get off. You can’t stop the train and you can’t force people to get on board.

You’ve only got limited capacity anyways.

And don’t wait until the end of tracks sign to realize that.

So you want to be a Writer?

~Charles Bukowski~

So you want to be a writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.

if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.

if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.

if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.

if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.

if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.

if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.

the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.

unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.

unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing ituntil you die or it dies in you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.

 

 

Current Standing

Its been a long while since I last posted on WordPress. In fact, I had to see my last post again to remember what I sound like as a writer. The last post was written in complete anger and disbelief. It was something about a nuclear explosion survivor and how history can forgive and forget even such horrific attrocities. It had a profound effect on me.

I got into spirituality and started studying the Human condition.

I discovered that most of the time what we desire the most is validation. For this purpose, we wear the finest clothes, wine and dine with fine people and ride in the finest cars to dull the creeping assumption that somehow society wont accept us miscreants. That maybe if maybe, we are high enough in the social hierarchy we can become the decision makers, we will get to decide what is cool and what is not.
That simply does not happen.

The truth is that our society is moldable. We can just choose to be with the people who understand that. People who believe in us and believe that we are who we want to be and that its ok.

And it took me a while to come to this conclusion.

And for the longest time, I was happy. But the struggle against the mass ideology is a lonesome fight and with time some of my determination had deformed into a passive oversight of all the injustice around. I was satisfied that I am at Zen even if only inside my mind. That I can be whoever I want when I feel like it. And that it was ok to be flexible and tolerant of others.

 

You don’t need to be too considerate of how you train other people to be around you. Let them be what they want and you can leave them behind if you don’t get along.
But there are two major problems with this mindset.

Someday you will run out of new people to surround yourself with. ( Doubtful if you travel alot :] )

Or you find someone you want to stick around.

No matter what.

Now I am confused, dazed and bewildered.

 

And considering my next move.

Ideas are appreciated.

A world with no care

saarasamin

I heard that when a person grows old, his memory evades but at the same time, he starts to remember everything that happened in his life vividly – like it was yesterday. Every time he sleeps at night, his life goes in fast forward like a film played from one end to another. No one knows when the end would come, but old people do since there is nowhere else to go and no way to evade aging. It was a couple of days ago, that I received a voice message from my elder sister who lives in Pakistan. As the UAE government blocked Skype in the start of this year, so let’s just say it wasn’t that long ago – in fact, it was in the post-Skype blocking era that I received this voice message on my phone.

I took my time to hear it as I always do…

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likhna band karo — Randomly Abstract

This guy with a cool book says talking is procrastinating. Silence is the power of doers. Talking is stalling action. Ye wo. So I shouldn’t be talking about you. If I say things that somehow poetically disguise just this that I miss you, it would take away all this energy and probably (actually) go to […]

via likhna band karo — Randomly Abstract

a city birthing a city

mySestina

glorious city with colorful lights

glittering with gold, with best lifestyle

fancy people belong here

they all wear hats and long coats

their shoes polished shining

their language articulate

men always walk with pride

their ladies always glowing and bright

each one of them own a house big and plush

inside they sit and relax

while they sip their english tea in expensive cups

someone not so polished sweats

this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep

the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat

he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language

always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage

his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground

for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father

they never step out of the servant’s quarter

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What If Today Was the Last Day of Your Life?

As simple and as frequently quoted as this statement is. Many people fail to understand the actual implication. I thought about it for a while and decided to share it once I had a notion of what it meant for me. This is for anyone who might be interested.

So,

What Would You Really Do If Life (As You Know It) Was Ending a Second After 12 pm?

 

Perhaps you would like to spend all your money and max out your credit cards?

A day of overindulgence and exotic foods at a luxurious resort on a private island. or better yet riding your dream car in fifth gear with lots of blonde gold diggers and one or two bottles of genuine companionship.

Do watch out for trees and oncoming traffic though. Nasty stuff is known to happen to rapidly moving last day celebrations.

No …? How about finding love?

My Unsentimental Education

Longreads

Debra Monroe | My Unsentimental Education, The University of Georgia Press| Oct. 2015 | 14 minutes (3,487 words)

A misfit in Spooner, Wisconsin, with its farms, bars, and strip joints, Debra Monroe left to earn a degree, then another, and another, vaulting into academia but never completely leaving her past behind. Her memoir My Unsentimental Education was published today, and our thanks to the University of Georgia Press for allowing us to reprint the chapter below. Two previous excerpts from the book have been long-listed for The Best American Essays (2011 and 2015), and an early excerpt also appeared on Longreads in 2013.  

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