What a fellow Photographer/Blogger thinks and expresses about Photography!
How an ordinary man can become a gentleman just because of his way of dressing? How food can be tastier if it is garnished? There isn’t any difference in any of these things. All are still same but your perception has changed!
Photography is basically what “you” perceive from anything whether it is a book,chair or even a needle. You can perceive it in any way you want. A chair is an object to sit on; Some may see it as a helping material! And some who have some memories with it will perceive it their unique way.
When I was asked the reason why I persuaded photography as a hobby. I always answered “Because I want to do something that shows ME”. There is a magic in photography which draws me into it. I know I can’t write well. I know I can’t speak well! It is the way…
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Your blog post reminded me of an incident which happened with me!
What happened was that I was travelling on such a bus in Pakistan and I gave a 100 rupees note to the ‘conductor’ (same age as mine at that time, about 16 or 17), he gave me the wrong change back. When I asked him, he said something and then I said something back which I honestly don’t remember, but what I remember clearly was that we ended up arguing about something and I said those harsh words after which he ignored me and moved on to the next passenger.
What I said was: “Agar parh likh letay to yeh din na deikhna parta na!” Translation: “Only if you were educated you would have been better off!”
I’m 25 years old now, almost a decade older, but it still kills me from inside whenever I get reminded of it! :S But I guess I was an ignorant little brat who was doing his O levels at that time and didn’t know shit about life and what to say and what not to say… :S
I would’ve never realised what I’ve said to that poor fellow, but only when one of my best friends (Ibrahim) who was also travelling with me reminded me of it when we reached home. He told me that what I said to the conductor was not nice at all. Then I relived the whole incident in my head and realised how cruel I had been to the conductor.
So yeah, I still feel bad about it and I wish that if I have hurt him, he forgives me before aakhirat. It’s a burden on my chest. :S
What if that bus conductor was never educated? What if he wanted education but he or his parents couldn’t afford it? What if he wanted to become a bus conductor and he liked his job? What if it was his destiny and it was chosen by Allah Mian for him to live his life as a conductor? What if he was only doing it temporarily because of some unavoidable circumstances? What if I have hurt him so much that he cursed me later on? What if he started hating every other pupil that got on to that bus? What if… and What not.. :S
All these questions disturb me even today… 😦
May Allah forgive me for my sins and prevents me from hurting people like this in future! Ameen
Lessons Learned: Always think twice before you say anything. Never judge anyone for something which is not in their control.
M B A Khan
This long awaited post of mine is finally taking its shape today and finally I have managed to gather words to put together.
I was on my way home from office on 19th of October when this incident took place that really made me learn something thought provoking that our society needs to think about. Well I got the bus and since there was no place to sit, I was standing , accompanied by bunch of other women who were as exhaust as me, yet they had to reach home in time. So this mid-age bus conductor of the coach made a deliberate effort to get in the ladies compartment and started asking for Bus fare. One of the ladies whom he asked, said that “Mai ne apko hundred rupees diye to thay”. ( I had given you hundred rupees already ). To which he replied, “Yeh hundred kia hota…
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How cruel can life be at times, one would think most of the time?
Have we ever thought how things are better for you than someone else, if you’d think like this; there would be a BIG Alhamdolillah on its way at all times.
Thank Allah mian for all that He decided to give you or even take away from you. There had to be some behtari in it, nai? I’m blessed to be adhering to the feeling of being content, that balance in life, that happiness, that inner peace with how life is.
Ps. Bearing inner peace doesn’t mean I stop working hard for my goals, there is a constant war between the inner peace, contentment and what I wish to do with my life. Haye!
Lifes good… well yes most of it 😉
It’s been raining in town, lately. It’s like those monsoon rains which never stop for days, once they start. But it gives me a chance to enjoy this moment as it won’t last long once winters take over the season. I even got soaked in rain many times during the past weeks but it’s a new experience each time. A soul cleansing experience.
I have been away for a while from this blog and the sole reason was that I had nothing to talk about. But then I was listening to this ghazal of Jagjit Singh: Ye daulat bhee le lo which made me think out of this confined box and go beyond it. And so what the ghazal taught me during those 8 minutes is that life can only be summed up into three words, as someone once said: It Goes On. It was just yesterday when you were born, enjoyed your worry-free chidhood and then came upon the teenage years when you were rebellious and then the post-teenage years and so on and so forth. You meet new people and you loose some on your way – all comes with this jumbo life package. Like the good times, bad times also come and go; what we need to do is believe in the fact that whatever is happening is happening for our best.
The saddest part of life, I think, is that when we don’t get the desired results, we stop hoping. We stop hoping that things would turn the other way around and it will all get better once again. We stop hoping and rest our thinkings upon the fact that things would never be the same again. We get manual books on how to drive a car, how to run a computer, etc, but we don’t get manual books on how to live a life that will give us the desired results painlessly. We sometimes have to struggle through what we want whether it be persuading someone or choosing a career. But then again, if we had manuals for everything, your life and my life would be pretty much the same. The only difference will be that you will be born into a totally different family and I in an another.
Sigh. Life is simple, it’s just not easy. – Author Unknown
Khush raho, Khush rakho, Muskurao, kya pata.. Kal ho na ho!