WHAT IS REAL?

We seek answers regarding our purpose for existence,  meaning in our life, the meaning of our life, and many more like why are we here. And yet we can not find answers to the simplest of our questions. The most simple ones are the most difficult to answer like who we are?
Some times reality isn't what you see or think. Reality is very complicated. Can you define what's real? You think the air you breathe  is real?  Think again. It is not at all difficult to figure out that the last sentence is from movie, the Matrix. Actually,  I was trying to implying that reality is different and difficult to face. Reality isn't what we think it to be.
 Let us go into a bit of detail. Look, a Jew thinks he is following the path of  God and and he is the right guy doing the right thing. So does a Christian, so does a Muslim, so does a Hindu and so does a Buddhist. They all think that they are right and others are wrong. They think every one except them is wrong. Who is right? Do not just think as a Muslim, Jew or Christian. Suppose that you do not belong to any religion and then think.
 Now let us take the whole thing to a broader perspective, I mean on daily bases and daily routine. What you do is right and you believe it to be right. You think that you are right and you are following the right path. Every other person feels the same, even the criminal, even the priest, even I when i try to explain this crazy theory to you. We all do consider ourselves to be dead right and following the right path, even if we get the feeling we are not right we still believe in ourselves. well, I know I sound crazy but  do you really believe that everyone can be right,  Some one has always to be wrong, is not it so?
In the face of reality right and wrong change drastically. What you consider  immoral may be right in reality and what you think right may be totally immoral. The whole thing depends , at times, on the angle from which you are observing or analyzing it.
  Well this is an endless discussion. It  makes a person more confused and vague after you discuss. It does not clear up your head, it makes things more and more blur. Probably it's nice to continue with the same routines of life. Those stupid,boring, meaningless routines because reality is not so pretty. It is very ugly and harsh and it is not what we expect it to be ..................

The True Nature of Politics and Politicians

No matter whether they belong to America or a corrupt country like Bangladesh, Afghanistan or Pakistan. They are always the same. They share one thing, no matter how civilized their nation is or not, they are always the same. Their faces change with the nation or region or country. Their names change, their strategies change, their retinue change, their entourage changes, their visage changes but the inner true being in all of them, regardless of boundaries and nation and entities, never changes. It's always the same.
Every one knows what I am talking about but no one even me has the courage to act what's right. We are all cowards. And what is that being i am talking about? It is the creature or I would say beast that thrives on lust for power, not only power but absolute power. The beast that feeds on the sacrifices of innocent people that believe that they are doing their part in making a better future, not knowing that they are just the part of some higher game or plot. That being manipulates the innocent to achieve his targets. Whether they are noble or not? That's not a concern, he makes them believe that they (his aims) are the most important. That being tries to carve the future in the way he thinks is right not considering others' opinions or suggestions. It's just him.
He believes that he knows what is right and he has to act it out no matter what are the consequences. Even when the consequences over weigh the goals by a big margin, he still pursues his method of carving the present so that he can have the future that befits him the best. He goes for it not thinking about the wrong he is going to do. He just believes that what he thinks is right for all and is actually good for all. That sureness, belief is the down fall of all.

"The Passion for the Game"

Sports have the potential to bring the best out of us.

 January is the month of the first Grand Slam of tennis, the Australian
Open. This year it started on 19 January. Being a tennis buff, I
followed it closely.

I was delighted to see Nadal advancing through the upper half of the
draw as I am a true Nadal fan. Roger Federer was also moving with ease
through the bottom half of the draw. When both Nadal and Federer made
to semis, I was pleased to anticipate an epic final. Hence, on the
29th, I left for Rabwah, my hometown. On that very day, Roger made Roddick lick the dust by defeating him 6-2, 7-5, 7-5.

The second semi-final was between Nadal and Verdasco on Friday, 30
January, at 1:30 PM Pakistan Standard Time. When I reached home, I was
told that the local cable operator had blocked Star Sports for some
unknown reason. The news struck me like a bolt from the blue. All the
odds were against me as I had to combat with the load shedding
problem too. These days, Pakistan is suffering from a severe
electricity shortage leading to a daily power cut-off for at least
14-16 hours.

I completed my Friday prayers at 1:30 PM. Then Mahmood, my friend, and
I went to the cable operator and asked him about the recent blockage
of Star Sports. He told us that it was due to a technical fault. We
requested that he rectify it as soon as possible. He said it would be solved in 10 minutes.

When I reached home, it was 1:55 PM and the score was 1 game each. At
2:00 PM, the power was cut off. I called Mahmood and we decided to
meet at Tahir Heart Institute's cafeteria, as it has a 42-inch LCD.
The cafeteria is never out of power as it is within the hospital
premises. To our dismay, it was closed. We had forgotten that it is
closed on Fridays.

We went to Mobahil's house, and he proved to be a good Smaritan. He
has a UPS (Uninterrupted Power Supply) and an ACER laptop. At that
time I told Mahmood about Australian Open radio and live scoring. His
face gained a sprightly look. For two hours, we kept a constant check
on AO radio. At 4:00 PM, the score was one set apiece and then the
light came back. We hasted to our houses.

When I reached the threshold of my house, I was told that the power
had again been cut off. My heart sank into my boots. It was 4:15 PM. I
called Mahmood and we decided to wait for the light until 5:00 PM. In
the meantime, I tried to activate the GPRS on my cell phone, but the
operator was too busy.

It was 5:00 PM -- still no sign of light. I was at my wit's end, but I
didn't lose heart and gathered my wits once more. I called my friend
in Lahore to ask the score, but he was in the bazaar. I called another
friend, but there was no light in his block either.

At 5:15 PM, I called Mahmood and we met at Mobahil's house again to
use his ACER laptop and listen to AO radio. At 5:45 PM, the light came
back and the score was 2 sets apiece. At that time, the match was in a
real cliffhanger -- it was any one's game. My house was 3 km away andMahmood's was just 1.5 km away. I decided to go to Mahmood's house as
I couldn't bear to miss even a second of the remainder of the match,
but the problem was that we only had one bicycle. I decided thatMahmood should ride the bike and that I would run alongside him. In
that way, we made it to his house in about 6 minutes. I was
breathless.

Tears of joy came to my eyes when I caught the sight of live tennis on
TV because my toil had not been in vain -- it had been rewarded at
last. My body got numb and a sublime feeling took hold of me. I felt
as if my purpose on this planet had been fulfilled. The crowning of
the whole episode was that Nadal eventually prevailed in five
thrilling sets.

In the end, I just want to say that this writing not only shows my
commitment and passion for sports but also that every sports fan is as
passionate, enthusiastic and zealous as I am, or probably more.    Highlights of this Great Match