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Dreams

Far away, those who are today,
I still remember.
Incomplete may be my dreams,
my dreams are still my support.

Even today they restrict my ways,
your memories pull me away.
Those who have forgotten me,
I still remember.

Centuries between us there are today,
however far the distances grow.

Wherever you stay,
you are still mine.
Incomplete may be my dreams,
my dreams are still my support.

Wonder when they will again meet,
your and my paths.
Never let hope shatter,
just remember this.

Night will fall,
light will return.

Original in Urdu by Junoon
http://www.lyricstime.com/junoon-khwab-lyrics.html

Modern Man

Standing on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, gazing out into the bright New York night, one cannot help but marvel at man’s ability to subjugate the world around him. However, looking at what is happening around us today, it seems that we have lost attention to our inner self in the drive towards our scientific advances. I would like to share “Modern Man”, a poem by Muhammad Iqbal, the “Poet of the East” from “The Rod of Moses”:

Love fled, Mind stung him like a snake; he could not
Force it to vision’s will.
He tracked the orbits of the stars, yet could not
Travel his own thoughts’ world;
Entagled in the labyrinth of his science
Lost count of good and ill;
Took captive the sun’s rays, and yet no sunrise
On life’s thick night unfurled.

Happy new year!

A year has passed and another is before me. As always it’s time for reflection. A time for looking back at all that has happened. The good experiences, the mistakes I’ve made, the chances I’ve missed. And of course, my lucky breaks. It’s time to reflect on the past to prepare for the future.

But above all, it’s time to move on. Always to move on. As the The Poet of the East, Iqbal, writes:

To move, to move, for ever move!
No creature of this world knows rest,
Nowhere can fabled peace exist,
All things condemned by tyrant laws
To wander, stars, men, rocks, and trees-
[…]
On motion all this world’s life hangs:
Such is the ancient doom of things
Swift runs the shadowy steed of time
Lashed by desire’s whip into foam,
And there’s no loitering on that path,
For hidden in repose lurks death:
They that press on win clear-the late,
The laggard, trampled underfoot.

 Happy new year to all!

Happy holidays!

I didn’t take much time off during the holidays. I thought I’d rather catch up on some of the stuff that has been pushed to the back of the queue over the last couple of months at work. In the days before Christmas I kept thinking that I should have planned for more time off to wind down, and that a three-day weekend would not be enough.

The long weekend finally came and I got time to relax. As a habit I kept checking my cell to catch any work related emails and upcoming meetings. It was then that I realized how incredibly relaxing it is to see the two lines on the intro screen of my phone: “No unread messages. No upcoming events”.

Keep enjoying your time off. Happy holidays!