Islamic New Year

As Islamic new year begins today, here's a wish that may this year be good for everyone, especially in the Islamic World.

The New Year has come at a time when hundreds of Muslims are being martyred in Gaza. Special prayers for its people- who have been facing and fighting a war without end.

Islamic New Year begins with the month of Muharram. Shia Muslims mark Muharram as the anniversary of the Battle of Karbala when Imam Husayn got martyred at the hands of Yazid.

Prayers are due to Saddam Hussein, who faught against the US. However, he ethnic cleansed scores of Shias, it's only a coincidence that the month of Muharram begins with his martyrdom day.

The Pastry Shop

Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there was a rich merchant. One day he decided to open a pastry shop.

Both the merchant and his wife were very excited about the idea. There were already many bakeries in the kingdom but the merchant and his wife wanted their pastry shop to be cut above the rest- the best in the entire kingdom.

Soon the work began on the construction of the pastry shop. Its structure was easily the most massive of all the pastry shops in the kingdom. The upcoming pastry shop was already the toast of the town.

To give direction on how the pastries should taste and to add value to the shop, the merchant hired his old friend, who was very famous pastry maker of the kingdom. He was famous as Mr. Brave inside and outside the kingdom.

Mr. Brave was very meticulous about the taste and quality of the pastries. His knowledge and insight into the pastries were beyond doubts.

So that the pastries are of varied taste and high on quality, Mr. Brave hired his deputy- a young farsighted man, with many claims to fame. Despite his very young age, he was very respectable in the pastry industry. He was made the manager of the shop.

And began the countdown to the opening of the pastry shop. There was an excitement in the air. All the workers in the yet-to-be-opened pastry shop were working day and night. Various flavours of pastries were being made and tested.

The team of Mr. Brave, the young manager and hundreds of workers was the perfect dream team- an eye-soar for other bakeries for sure.

Suddenly one day, just when everything was ready for the pastry shop to be opened, everything collapsed.

The rich merchant and Mr. Brave fell apart- over the tastes and flavours of the pastries. The rich merchant and his wife especially, wanted quantity, whereas Mr. Brave was not willing to compromise on the quality. The entire kingdom was shocked as they were eagerly waiting for the pastry shop to be opened soon.

Immediately after the rich merchant and his wife fell apart with Mr. Brave, dark and ugly clouds gathered in the sky. The young manager who was hired by Mr. Brave was called in by some sycophants of the rich merchant. The young manager was asked to leave the soon-to-be-opened pastry shop.

His exit was very unceremonious as he was manhandled and almost bundled out of the shop, yet he kept a dignified demeanor. His exit became toast of the town. No one could believe how the rich merchant and his wife could stoop to that level.

And began another chapter in the history of that pastry shop.

(To be continued)

~~Weeweechu~~

It's a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do Weeweechu."

"Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.

"Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do Weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.

"But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita.

"Please, corazoncito, just once, do Weeweechu with me."

Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do Weeweechu."

Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang . . .

"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,
Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."

MERRY CHRISTMAS ! ! !

Think positive, keep your minds clean and have a super wonderful fabulous fantastic rocking time this festive season.

Breaking News: The Shoes have been Traced

The pair of shoes which was thrown by Iraqi journalist, Muntader al-Zaidi at Mr. Bush in Iraq has links to Pakistan, said a statement from Pentagon. They have the following proofs:

i) The journalist had visited Pakistan earlier this year. There he was inspired by the shoe throwing at former CM Arbab Ghulam Rahim and Sher Afghan Niazi.

ii) He received his training of throwing shoes by a Pakistan based Jihadi organization.

iii) The DNA sample of leather has revealed that the animal whose skin was used for manufacturing the shoe had traces of grass which is grown in North of Pakistan and this skin was collected by a Jihadi organization on Eid-ul-Adha this month.

Hearing this, President Asif Ali Zardari and Prime Minister Yousaf Raza Gilani have decided to launch a country wide crackdown against all the cobblers in Pakistan. Defense Minister Ahmad Mukhtar who also owns Service Shoe Company will lead the Task Force.

A House of Flying Daggers

Scene this. You fall apart with someone dear and close to you. You think that as the time moves on, you will patch-up.

But... one day you get to know that that person has gone on far, perhaps never to come back. Will you then launch a frantic search for him? How far will you go in your search?

And what happens if you come across harsh realities your way? Will you be heartbroken? Will you cry? Or will you accept it stoically and keep living with a weigh on your soul?

‘A House of Flying Daggers’ is a story of two such friends, who didn’t choose their destiny but their destinies chose them.

Keep watching this space as I start telling you that story- the story of Hamza and Yovan.

Naya Banwas- by Kaifi Azmi

Ram banwas se jab laut kay ghar mein aaye

Yaad jungle bahut aaya jo nagar mein aaye

Raksse deewangee aangan mein jo dekha hoga

6 December ko, Sri Ram ne socha hoga

Itnay deewanay kahan say mayray ghar mein aaye?

Jagmate thay jahan Ram ke kadamon ke nishaan

Pyaar ki kahkashan leti thi angrayee jahan

Mor nafrat ke usi raah guzar mein aaye

Dharm kya unka hai, kya zaat hai, yeh janta kaun

Ghar na jalta to unhe raat mein pehchanta kaun

Ghar jalanay ko mera log jo ghar mein aaye

Shakahari hai mere dost tumhare khanjar

Tumnay Babar ki taraf phaykay thay saare patthar

Hain mere sar ke khata zakhm jo sar mein

Paoon Saryu mein abhi Ram ne dhoye bhi na the

Ke nazar aaye wahan khoon ke gehre dhabbay

Paun dhoye bina Saryu ke kinare se uthay

Ram ye kehte hue apne dwaare se uthay

Rajdhani ki fiza aaye nahin raas mujheay

6 December ko mila doosra banvaas mujhay.

Mumbai

Another assault, another wound
Let me cry …

Don’t stop me, let me lament
It’s not me, wounded and bleeding
Let me cry …

Oh my pride, my dear sea
How could you ferry them to assault me?
Let me cry…

I’ve been proud and have been loud
City of dreams, now a nightmare
Let me cry …

Oh my Saint, my people touch you with foreheads
Why then they died in heaps and bled?
Let me cry …

I feel like a dumb wanting to speak
I am frozen and numb
Let me cry …

The lofty and mighty gate, you were my pride
They battered me on your threshold
Let me cry …

I glitter and gloss, always
I glittered and bombed
Let me cry ….

My people had spirits high
When the waves were high
But today, let me cry …

I’ve been repeatedly assaulted and bombed
And I moved on courageously
But today, let me vent, let me cry.