Pakistan Day.

This is the day when the idea of a separate country for the muslims was born in the minds of thinking, pondering muslims of the subcontinent. Therefore, this day is an important day for all pakistanis.

According to what I have read and know, muslims weren't rightly treated. There was animosity between the two major populations of the subcontinent: that is animosity between Muslims and Hindus, who were all living in one place, which was known as the Indian Subcontinent.

I guess both these groups of people were creating troubles for each other regardless of who had started the trouble, any trouble, first. People from both these groups were suffering equally. But I have an inkling that the muslims were suffering the most. So I guess it was a magnificent idea, indeed, to think of owning our very own separate land to call home.

Today I am relieved with the thought and realisation that I am living in a country where the conditions are such that one doesnt need to worry about getting persecuted by Hindus or any other group for that matter.

The idea was announced at the place where now the unique Minar e Pakistan stands proudly. It was built to mark this important time in Pakistan's history.

Yesterday, I was watching the events of the Second World War on National Geographic Channel. As I sat there watching the events unfold, the sufferings, the innumerable deaths and other atrocities, mostly unthinkable, my heart grew utterly sad and fearful. Young men and their families died in horrible ways, while the leaders made speeches and grinned at the cameras. My heart ached for the suffering population.

Then, I sat there thinking of how hard our pakistani army and the rival army fought and so many casualties resulted because of that.

I do believe that the leaders should have thought in a sane way, not been selfish. They could clearly not maintain peace between the heterogeneous groups of people living in one place and they should have realised that human life was more important and that this huge population of muslims should be given a part to practise their religion and culture. What was so difficult to understand? :@

What was it that was stopping these dimwit politicians at that time? Are you little children, fighting over toys?! "No, I wont give this choochoo train to you because its MINE and it doesnt belong to you even if someone gets killed!!!"



War.

There is more damage done, in all aspects, than gains.

I think people who are most adamant at waging war should be the ones taken into jail on the account that how did they even think of warring when clearly a lot of things could have been settled through talks.

If a country must war, it must be for self-defense and nothing else. The main aim must be to protect the greatest number of living things as possible. Not the other way around. 

In the words of Edwin Starr, 

"War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing!"

War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again, why'all

War, huh, good god
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me

Oh, war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives

War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
And lose their lives

I said, war, huh good god, why'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing say it again

War, whoa, lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me

it ain't nothing but a heart-breaker
(War) friend only to the undertaker
Oh, war it's an enemy to all mankind
The point of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die, ah, war-huh, good god why'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it, say it, say it
War, huh
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing listen to me

it ain't nothing but a heart breaker
(War) it's got one friend that's the undertaker
Oh, war, has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled, bitter and mean
Life is much to short and precious
To spend fighting wars these days
War can't give life
It can only take it away

Oh, war, huh good god why'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing say it again

whoa, lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing listen to me

it ain't nothing but a heart breaker
(War) friend only to the undertaker
Peace, love and understanding
Tell me, is there no place for them today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But lord knows there's got to be a better way

Oh, war, huh good god why'all
What is it good for you tell me
Say it, say it, say it, say it

huh good god why'all
What is it good for
Stand up and shout it nothing

Magic in this World? You gotta be kiddin' me bruh/sis.

Yep di doodle do I do believe there is magic in this world.

I think:

Expecting Magic Like a Child = Taking a Leap of Faith

Expecting magic (as a child does so often in his/her life), is like taking a leap of faith and getting into things.

On this very blog right here, I wrote a piece on "jealousy", likening this human emotion to that of a fictional ugly jellyfish. (See link here: http://webmq.blogspot.com/2015/10/gotta-have-no-room-for-jelly.html )

I feel like some kind of magic occurred in this world the moment I began describing this jellyfish because some time later, I am scrolling through my facebook newsfeed and I come across this news saying that they have found a jelly fish living in the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean!

I was like: whhhaaaaat??!!!

This is the digital drawing I made of my fictional, jellyfish:



This is what came up on my news feed:





Here is a link to that news:

The Mariana Trench is the deepest part of the ocean, and the jellyfish was discovered floating 2.3 miles beneath the surface (3,700 meters). Scientists believe the creature is part of the genus Crossota, a group of jellyfish that are oceandrifters for all phases of their lives.Apr 29, 2016

Eerie Jellyfish Found Floating Miles Beneath the Ocean | Time

time.com/4312405/beautiful-jellyfish-mariana-trench/

I had written that blogpost in 2015, I manifested this jellyfish in 2016.

*mind=blown*




So is this true, "what you think, you manifest"?
This is the magic I am talking about bruh/sis.

Zen.

As I am growing up and have to "adult" more and more, I feel like I dig "Zen" more and more in life.

I think that is because, my mind has become preoccupied with a lot of things. And now my mind tries to find peace in the simplest of things, as simple as sitting down to drink water, gulping it down, feeling it swirl in my mouth, looking at the water.

I don't know where this Zen has come from but oh Lord, am I so grateful for it. *sigh of relief*

going superficial.

I feel like as we grow up into well-formed adults, we start going superficial. By that I mean, we stop going deep. Like we used to as teenagers.

When I was in my teens, most of the time I'd find myself overthinking stuff, trying to find meaning in life things and events, analysing stuff, picking up something in my mind and twisting and turning and rolling it in my "brain-fingers", observing things, reflecting on situations and life phenomenons; thinking about conversations, 'was I right to say this thing? How is the other person feeling? I hope she/he ain't mad at me.".
(All of this could easily be the ramblings of an anxious mind. I don't know.)

I didn't exactly have to try. This would just go on in my mind throughout the day.

The point is, I feel like we stop feeling that much as we grow up. It could be because of mental exhaustion. In my case, anyway. I feel like my mind doesn't bother to think as deeply as it used to as a teenager. It bothers me. Now, I have to make a small conscious effort to reflect on things, to evaluate my actions.

And I believe that it is crucial if you ever want to live in harmony with other people and species.

It is easier for the followers of Islam. We are required to reflect and ponder over things in our obligatory prayers. We are required to make dua (to pray) for fellow human beings. We are supposed to do it. Because if we stop doing this, I believe we lose a little bit of humanity from our existence, that we become less of a human, and more of... something else. Something nasty. Something repulsive. Something weakest.

I'd never want that to happen to me.

tbt.

Throwback Thursday to when I never did shit like Throwback Thursday.

A Wonderful Feeling. A Relief!

It is a super dooper and an absolutely wonderful feeling when I see females supporting other females.

My mum, my cousins, my friends, ma mates, ma babes, ma folks and my paeps (hahaha! read this in a nicki minaj way), all of these females support the female that I am and I do not know and cannot imagine what I'd be without these females in my life, like seriously!

Get Into Sh*t

Despite the fluctuating anxiety within me and the fact that my work demands constant interaction with people such as my patients, my bosses, the administration above me, my superiors, I have to be present, both physically and mentally, be regular, be consistently articulate and try not to blabber, be right to the point, and be professional yet bear a friendly demeanor no matter how hard the person in from of me is.

I believe that the aforementioned is an essential part of a good doc's life. And I am totes fine with it.

I feel like the more I am beginning to interact with all the different kinds of people, the lesser anxious I seem to be getting.

Which is good!

In order to maintain this streak, I need to always be in practice of meeting and interacting with new people no matter how awkward the circumstances.

This is something I'd tell my old self:

Keep getting into shit no matter what. You'll only become stronger.

And if I am getting hit with that all too awful overthinking bandwagon, then I have just one thing to say to myself. "Read the last post on your blog." ☺