Sunday, October 16, 2011
This is another fine evening in Lachlan Ave. I live here in unit 14 15.
Evening is about to say well by and I am done with Asar Salah. Beautiful parrots with stupid sounds, at least they are better than traffic noise, but they do chirp and quake.
How smart they are, and do they have to think as much as we do? The more we think, the more we sink. They float and have hope, enjoying the beautiful sky.
I feel uncomfortable talking home since my parents are not in good health, I hope Allah bring peace and health to them. The melancholy inside. When I do feel the loneliness. When this journey will end? Life is on a move, and I got a glancing shot in my monotonous one dimensional life by arriving here. This is Australia and I am enjoying the work here. Though it’s tough and full of extra works.
I had never opted voluntarily to go for Gasht after Asar Salah. “Jamaat’e Tableegh” was not welcomed and I had a natural liking to not like them. On the ground of logic, reasoning and many more. I don’t know why? However I didn’t give a second thought when they offered me to accompany them. I went with them and visited two homes. Offered them to come mosque, and this was good. If not we, who? And if this is wrong on some ground, who decides? They say La-Ilaha-IllallAh, Muhammadur-Rasoolullah and that’s enough for me to stand with them. On a certain level, humanity is a coexistence factor form me and a layer higher Tawheed and Resalat, and there is no third layer. Why do we divide and why do we fight?
The same is when I interact with office creatures, when they say no, or make issue more complex than what it is. They fear asking questions as if this will degrade them. A fabric where insecurity drive ignorance and system become fragile. Where innovation dies choking, and suffocating way. So I raise the flag again. Let them come in hundreds and I will stand still to see what happens, as death is certain, let’s have a heroic end.
Position comes at the cost of experience and how experience people speak filthy, dirty, obscene languages. They say it a informal way, is it so? The four word letter starting “F” and having variants in verbs bugs me as the word starting with “S” and ends at “T”.
Again I am in a role which demand studies. Started again the world of TCP/IP exploration. Sometimes it creates an unknown passion in me. Is this way I can achieve something? There is more, much more to study and coming on the way. But let’s do first thing first.
Now it’s dusk. I was in lawn when in SIO hostel with my table and chair out. December sunshine made HC Verma numerical more exciting to solve. As Danish was accompanying me, Shoaib bhai boosted us and we felt proud. There was a hidden hint in Bakar’s smile and Fazal was as usual in the mode of sarcasm. Evenings are the best time, we should think beyond having a cup of tea.