a routine road affair!

The audio was illustrative of routine cacophony and disruptiveness but the visual was uncharacteristically gruesome. Honking horns and speeding cars were all happening; yet a portion of the road was silent and static.

Two dead bodies, happless victims of reckless driving I suppose, lay there with arms folded around their chest in perfect disposition but giving  a gory vibe. However the most disappointing and appaling feature of this episode was the triumvirate of youth standing right above those bodies showing no sign of sadness or even solemnity on their beaming faces. It looked, disturbingly though, as if they had shot those two targets in a video game; hence rejoicing on their success and discussing who sweeps the next round. Even elders around that triumvirate didn’t care to stop it or impart some sense as they were too busy in their disgraceful attempts at finding their place and showing up in the camera.

People say we are a great nation; we might be a nation by definition but I have never been able to digest the prefix “great”. Ignorant of their own death, apathetic towards the gravity of the situation, discarding the sentiments of the beleaguered and quelling their conscience; to me THAT was my youth and nation today.

when faith counts

There are times when the occurrence of unanticipated remote contingencies we must admit, blows our wits away rather than simply confusing us; when we feel totally screwed up with doom lurking around for our seizure. These are times where we instantly have to take a decision without any consultation, times which usually do not consider our pre-calculations or comfort zone before gratuitously introducing themselves. The decision we take sometimes pays off and gets us out of trouble with matters immediately settling down like dust but if we waver or flinch, it leaves us in an exceedingly variable stressful state; a state where we are under the self assured impression that everything is spoiled and history and where we are plagued by the drive of venting out our anger and disappointment. Uttering mild swearwords, unchaining our petulance, wanting to go wild with the negative flow, losing our confidence or letting the gloom dominate us are all generic to this state.

It is only after some time that we are presented with a whole new angle of life. When the same plans we believed to have gone awry begin finding the right place, when earlier convoluted matters start simplifying and most importantly when they start reaping the right results, we understand how minuscule and illiterate we are in the bigger scheme of life. Our bones and brain glimmer with the reinforced belief in Allah and with the admission of HIS control and wisdom behind everything. It is only then when the guilt of conducting ourselves negatively in post-decision phase prickles our conscience and unnerves us. 

Today I am taught yet again that whether problems originate or not, issues implicate or not, end result is always felicitous for us irrespective of our understanding of it. Complications and predicaments are and will never be scripted to overrun us; their sole objective is to test us, refine us and remind us of our restrictions and HIS command. It is of paltry importance whether we consider ourselves capable enough of braving these problems in the first place or not; all that matters is the strength of our faith and the will to jump in and say "JUST BRING IT"