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Letter to Past & Reply from Him…

I read this  on internet.. This is something which is bothering everyone …..We just cant get rid of the memories that keep on hurting us… despite of the fact that the Past does not exist any more.. we have to live in TODAY we have to do our best for our today & tomorrow…

Below you will find a letter … from “Me” to “My Past” He had replied.. me as well…read this letter as you are writing to your past.. it will make a difference…

Dear Past,

I am writing you because I don’t have anybody to listen to me. I can’t help it anymore so I decided to confront you because I thought it was the right thing for me to do, since this is all between me and you.

There are a lot of memories of you that are really worth remembering. I learned a lot from you during my happiest and saddest moments, during my richest and poorest days and my best and worst times. And I want to thank you for that.

When you were still my “present”, of course I enjoyed every second, every minute, and every hour spent with you, stitching bad things and good things together, enjoying the freedom I had.

What bothers me the most nowadays is that I feel that you did not totally let go of me. It is because you still seem to be controlling parts of my being. I am still disturbed by what I had already left behind when I made the changes in my life to be a better person.

It seems that until now, you are still holding some pieces of me. It often feels like you urge me to go back to find those pieces of my history and put them together to be whole again, so I could free myself from yesterday.

I am not so happy with what is happening to me in the present. I think that you are the one causing me distress because it feels like you are pulling me backwards and keeping me from moving on.

You are not making things any easier for me. I have already suffered too much for what I have done and maybe that is now enough to pay my lot.

Don’t you know that you are the main reason for my day-to-day anguish and lots of sleepless nights? Please stop haunting me… please let me go and find a better life. Please set me free….

Regards

Asad
(ME……..)

To my amazement, I received an immediate response that read like this….

To You, Asad…!

I got your letter. It’s quite a surprise for me to read about your complaints and accusations against me.

Not even one of the questions should be thrown at me nor should the whole letter be addressed to me but to “You”, since you hold all the answers to your queries.

Now it is my turn to say things and ask you questions that may help you clear your mind.

What you’ve done before were the things that made you feel like living your life to the fullest. Memories that made you seem to be happiest in those moments, whether good or evil, cannot be easily or completely forgotten because of what you want to do now.

You made me exist, didn’t you?

It wasn’t me who made your life miserable; it was all “you”! So why do you keep on blaming me? Don’t you even dare put all the blame on me!

Now, you see, what makes you remember me the most are the worst things you have done.

Don’t you feel how sad it is that you could never be proud of your past?

You’re not like other people who are telling stories to their children about their history. Their stories are being proudly preached to the next generation.

You know what? I am so sorry to tell you that you haven’t yet realized that you are actually blaming your own self; you haven’t yet forgiven yourself for the wrong choices you’ve made before.

Try to forgive and forget. Forgive yourself, and you will soon be free. Learn to forget the things that you are regretful for, so to stop them from haunting you.

You chained yourself to me but you made yourself unaware that anytime you want, you could break free, because the key is right there in your hands.

You must be very grateful that because you have me, you learned from your mistakes. You realized that the things you once thought to be good or right were never right, so you became aware of not doing those things again.

And the most important of all, you have changed into a better you. How I wish that when you are already in your future, you will not have the same regrets about what you have done today like what you did yesterday.

So please, make the best out of your life in the present!

Good luck!

Once with you, “Past”

The present is the most influential part of a lifetime because what we do in the present, determines what we will be leaving behind as part of our past and could also predict what kind of future we will have.

Many people may not believe it, but it is never untrue. The present is the most important part of life.

So be wise and good. We must remember that we can never go back in time and will never know if we will still be here tomorrow.

Today, we ought to be more careful with our decisions and actions. The moment we make a forward step, the last footprint left behind us is already a part of our past. A single step plays a vital role in the quality of things we are making these days.

One of the many secrets to be happy is to love and accept, with all our hearts, the kind of life we have at the moment.

Remember, acceptance breaks the spell of regrets. The best thing for us to do now is to make our present the way we will never regret when it becomes part of our past.

Our life today is made up of what we have learned yesterday. So we must learn better today and live a better life tomorrow!!!

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THE RIDDLE

I am your constant companion…

I am your greatest helper or heaviest burden.

I will push you onward or drag you down to failure.

I am completely at your command.

Half the things you do might just as well be turned over to me and I will be able to do them quickly and correctly.

I am easily managed – you must merely be firm with me.

Show me exactly how you want something done and after a few lessons I will do it automatically.

I am the servant of all great people and, alas, of all failures, as well.

Those who are great, I have made great.

Those who are failures, I have made failures.

I am not a machine, though I work with all the precision of a machine plus the intelligence of a person.

You may run me for profit or run me for ruin – it makes no difference to me.

Take me, train me, be firm with me, and I will place the world at your feet.

Be easy with me and I will destroy you.

Who am I?

I am habit.

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Life Lessons from …Dr.Allama Muhamamd Iqbal

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Recipe of Success…

I am a bootstrapper. I have initiative and insight and guts, but not much money. I will succeed because my efforts and my focus will defeat bigger and better-funded competitors. I am fearless. I keep my focus on growing the business-not on politics, career advancement, or other wasteful distractions.

I will leverage my skills to become the key to every department of my company, yet realize that hiring experts can be the secret to my success. I will be a fervent and intelligent user of technology, to conserve my two most precious assets: time and money.

My secret weapon is knowing how to cut through bureaucracy. My size makes me faster and more nimble than any company could ever be.

I am a laser beam. Opportunities will try to cloud my focus, but I will not waver from my stated goal and plan-until I change it. And I know that plans were made to be changed.

I’m in it for the long haul. Building a business that will last separates me from the opportunist, and is an investment in my brand and my future. Surviving is succeeding, and each day that goes by makes it easier still for me to reach my goals.

I pledge to know more about my field than anyone else. I will read and learn and teach. My greatest asset is the value I can add to my clients through my efforts.

I realize that treating people well on the way up will make it nicer for me on the way back down. I will be scrupulously honest and overt in my dealings, and won’t use my position as a fearless bootstrapper to gain unfair advantage. My reputation will follow me wherever I go, and I will invest in it daily and protect it fiercely.

I am the underdog. I realize that others are rooting for me to succeed, and I will gratefully accept their help when offered. I also understand the power of favors, and will offer them and grant them whenever I can.

I have less to lose than most–a fact I can turn into a significant competitive advantage.

I am a salesperson. Sooner or later, my income will depend on sales, and those sales can be made only by me, not by an emissary, not by a rep. I will sell by helping others get what they want, by identifying needs and filling them.

I am a guerrilla. I will be persistent, consistent, and willing to invest in the marketing of myself and my business.

I will measure what I do, and won’t lie about it to myself or my spouse. I will set strict financial goals and honestly evaluate my performance. I’ll set limits on time and money and won’t exceed either.

Most of all, I’ll remember that the journey is the reward. I will learn and grow and enjoy every single day.

Copyrights: The Bootstrapper’s Bible by Seth Godin. Copyright 2004 by Seth Godin.

 

The Hat Seller…

There was once a hat-seller who passed by a forest on his way back from the market. The weather was very hot and so he decided to take  a nap under one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by the side. A few hours later, he woke up by some sounds. The next thing he realized was that all his hats was gone. He heard some monkeys on the tree and so he looked up. To his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys and they had taken all his hats. The hat-seller sits down and think of how he can get the hats down. He think and think and start scratching his head. The next moment, he realized that the monkeys were doing the same action. Next, he took down his own hat and saw the monkeys do exactly the same. An idea came to him,he took his hat and throw it on the floor and the monkeys do that too.So he finally managed to get all his hats back.

If you think you have read this before….., read on!!!

Fifty years later, his grandson, Jack, also became a hat-seller and had heard this monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just like his grandfather, he passed by the same forest, it was very hot, and he took a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor. He woke up and realized that all his hats were gone. He looked up and realized that the monkeys had taken all the hats. He remembered his grand father’s words, started scratching his head and the monkeys follows. He took down his hat and fanned himself and again the monkeys followed. Now, very convinced of his grandfather’s idea, JACK threw his hat on the floor but to his surprise, the monkeys still hold on to all the hats. Then one monkey climbed down the tree, grabbed the hat on the floor, gave him a slap and said “You think that only you have a grandfather”.

 

A Chat with God….(Answer to problems we are facing today)

A Chat with God…

God : Hello. Did you call me?

Me: Called you? No. Who is this?
God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.

Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.
God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.
Me: Don’t know. But I can’t find free time. Life has become hectic. It’s rush hour all the time.
God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.

Me: I understand. But I still can’t figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.
God: Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.

Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?

God: Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.

Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?
God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That’s why you are not happy.

Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?
God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty.
God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?
God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don’t suffer. With that experience their life become better not bitter.

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?
God: Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why can’t we be free from problems?
God: Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.

Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don’t know where we are heading.
God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.

Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?
God: Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.

Me : In tough times, how do you stay motivated?
God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.

Me: What surprises you about people?
God: When they suffer they ask, “why me? When they prosper, they never ask “Why me” Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me: Sometimes I ask, who I am, why am I here. I can’t get the answer.
God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.

Me: How can I get the best out of life?
God: Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.

Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.
God: There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO.

Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat. I am so happy to start the day with a new sense of inspiration.
God: Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don’t believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live.

 

The Essentials of Success – Demo

Success Lessons from Pakistan Cricket Team (Video)

Please note that this is a demo version…Although I spent hours working on it….I could not make it up to the standards….as I am not a professional and used this software (windows movie maker) just for my College projects before.

I will be replacing this video with the final edition by June 30th,2009 as having my exams.. in this week…(which will not be very different but with a good sound at least).

The final video will be available for download in .wmv, .avi,.flv , .swf & .3gp (for mobile) formats. I will try to make a power point presentation of this as well.

The images in this video are taken from different source as I could not go Lords which include Getty images,BBC sports,Associated Press of Pakistan & day life images etc.

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The World Champions….!

WE DID IT…

World Champions

 

All the best – Team Pakistan

All the best team Pakistan….for Todays final match…

“It’s not whether you win or lose. It’s how you play the game?”

 

A beautiful video….

Copyrights: Paranoia Film 2005

 

Today is my Day….

This is a day for me.
A day to celebrate what I am,
And who I want to be.
To see myself through my eyes
Not society’s
To express how I feel
To be real
To be strong
To hold my up head high
To reach for the sky
To be happy
To be free
To opens my eyes and really see
What it means to be . . . in reality
To examine my background
To not be afraid of life
To not walk with strife
About community, society and the individual.
I know now I don’t fit a mold
I don’t need to do what is told
I am independent, alone
Yet I have hope
That one day I will belong
I won’t be like soap, slipping and wasting
A social outcast.
Because who I am
Is all of my past
So when they judge me and set their own class
I don’t have to follow
I don’t have to swallow
The bulls###t they say to me
So go ahead, isolate me
Ostracize me
Excommunicate me
Because today is my day
And no matter what they do or say
I will be okay
Because this is the day for me…….

 

A stranger at my home…!

A very weird thing has happened. A strange old man has moved into my house. I have no idea who he is, where he came from, or how he got in. I certainly did not invite him. All I know is that one-day he wasn’t there, and the next day he was!

He is a clever old man and manages to keep out of sight for the most part, but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of him.And, whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there he is hogging the whole thing, completely obliterating my gorgeous face and body. This is very rude! I have tried screaming at him, but he just screams back.

The least he could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no. Every once in a while, I find a rupee bill stuck in a coat pocket, or some loose change under a sofa cushion, but it is not nearly enough. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I think he is stealing money from me.

I go to the bank and withdraw 1000.00 bucks, and a few days later,it’s all gone! I certainly don’t spend money THAT fast, so I can only conclude the old man is pilfering from me. You’d think he would spend some of that money to buy wrinkle cream. And money isn’t the only thing I think he is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate–especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies, and candy. He must have a real sweet tooth, but he’d better watch it, because he is really packing on the pounds. I suspect he realizes this, and to make himself feel better, he is tampering with my scale to make me think I am putting on weight, too.

For an old man, he is quite childish. He likes to play nasty games, like going into my closets when I’m not home and altering my clothes so they don’t fit. And he messes with my files and papers so I can’t find anything. This is particularly annoying since I am extremely neat and organized.

He has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. He gets into my mail, newspapers, and magazines before I do and blurs the print so I can’t read it. And he has done something really sinister to the volume controls on my TV, radio, and telephone. Now, all I hear are mumbles and whispers.

He has done other things–like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum heavier and all the knob and faucets harder to turn. He even made my bed higher so that getting into and out of it is a real challenge.Lately, he has been fooling with my groceries before I put them away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to open the jars. He has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes.

When I try something on, he stands in front of the dressing room mirror and monopolizes it. He looks totally ridiculous in some of those outfits, plus, he keeps me from seeing how great they look on me. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any meaner, he proved me wrong. He came along when I went to get my picture taken for my driving license, and just as the camera shutter clicked, he jumped in front of me!

I hope he never finds out where YOU live!

 

An Anonymous Father’s Letter to His Son’s

Anonymous Father’s Letter to his Son’s Teacher

He will have to learn, I know,that all men are not just, all men are not true.But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero;that for every selfish Politician,there is a dedicated leader…Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,

Steer him away from envy,if you can,teach him the secret ofquiet laughter.

Let him learn early that… the bullies are the easiest to lick…Teach him, if you can,the wonder of books…But also give him quiet timeto ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,bees in the sun,and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him… it is far honourable to fail than to cheat…Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,even if everyone tells him they are wrong…Teach him to be gentle with gentle people, and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son…the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the band wagon…

Teach him to listen to all men…but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth,and take only the good that comes through.

Teach him if you can, how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness…

Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders but never to put a price-tag on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.

Treat him gently,but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage to be impatient…let him have the patience to be brave.

Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself, because then he will have sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order,but see what you can do…He is such a fine little fellow,my son!

~ A Father…!

 

Live at Your Best..!

 

Yesterday’s Best Text Message…

by- Inaam Rabbani

“Here I am sitting in my room at night…Thinking hard about life..How it changed from a careless College Life to strict Professional life……

How tiny pocket money changed to huge salary But then why it gives less Happiness…?

How a single plate of Samosa changed to a full Pizza…, But then why there is less Hunger….?

How a limited prepaid card changed to a postpaid package..But then why there are less calls… and sms…?

How a general class journey…changed to a flight journey.. But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….?

How an old assembled desktop changed to a branded laptop.. but why there is less time to put on it….?

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mates…but why we always… feel lonely.. n miss our old true friends…

Here I am sitting in my Room at night…n thinking hard about life…

how it changed….???

how it changed……………………….

A very good old friend of mine, Inaam Rabbani… text this nice SMS last night…We were together in  Punjab University, Lhr during our BBA ……These words have touched me a lot…. asare very true………….and really depicts my ..life………Anyways..Thanks Inaam..! I love You…!

 

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