Personality Cooking Show

Welcome to the personality cooking show; with your host and chef; life’s experience, in quality kitchen. Today’s recipe is a very rare one and much in demand from the society’s point of view, aspired by medical students and hyped by the media with its fictional portrayals in the form dramas like House M.D; Greys Anatomy, Scrubs, Private Practice and any more.

I’m sure by now you have guessed today’s recipe: a good doctor, don’t be perplexed, I know it sounds a bit strange; the difference between an average doctor and a good doctor, the best way to define the two is well take an example of an under cooked rabbit and a well-cooked; tender rabbit that’s pleasant to the taste buds.

A regular doctor aims at getting the most number of cases treated and tries to get the most diagnosis instead of catering for the patient’s emotions, for him; the patient is a just another case or a number or a set of symptoms and not an empowered individual with feelings, a regular doctor is cold in emotions; trying to be the best professional he can be at the time of his work.

As all of us know, that an astounding; evergreen dish is pleasant to all human senses and acceptable to the catered and targeted customer. A dish that stands the test of time, your eyes might be attracted to a street vendors nicely presented but an undercooked burger but at the end of the day you might end up with diarrhea.

The ingredients required to make one good doctor are, a freshly enrolled medical student and a batter of humanity, to make the batter; we will need, one teaspoon of generosity; one tablespoon of empathy, a pint of kindness, four tablespoons of patience and tolerance, each respectively; 2 eggs of confidence; a few cups of humility; one bowl of mixture of awareness and adaptability; one piece of concern, now place all the ingredients in big bowl of reality and stir all the ingredients with compassion till all of them are mixed well at will and the spread the batter over the medical students span of lifetime and at the same time preheat the pan with a quarter of tenacity under the flames of responsibility and accountability then put the complex (medical student+ batter) into the pan for frying; when the complex becomes mature that is slightly golden brown your good doctor is ready to be served at will, a lot of people ask me for how much time we should fry the complex the answer is simple fry it conscious takes over and then serve it with a chutney of love and for presentation; garnish the good doctor with the leaves of  smile and for that extra flavor you can use the juice of happiness, serve it to every deserving  and suffering person in the society, enjoy! J

 

Ask Not

Ask not what this life has given you,

Ask yourself what have you done to make your life better?

Ask not what your country can do for you,

Ask yourself what can you do for your country?

Ask not why you have failed,

Ask yourself what you have done to succeed?

Ask not what you are miserable,

Ask yourself what Allah has blessed you with,

Ask not for glory,

Ask yourself do you have peace in your life?

I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

Hello Everyone, For those of you who are married and those of you who are in love and planning to get married i have something priceless to share with you!

Please take just 5 Minutes of your time to read the following post and i
100 % Guarantee you that you will never look at marriage the same way again!

Its a story about a married couple, Continue reading below...

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how
to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.
I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other.
She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which
had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at
the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said
scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but
could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.
I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him,
seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.
The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,
I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to
even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.
Do have a real happy marriage!

Fear Not

Fear not that you might make a mistake in believing your dream.

Fear rather that if you don't go for it
You might stand before God and he’ll tell you
you could have succeeded had you had a little more faith.

Fear not that you might fail.
Fear rather that you will never succeed
if you never try and if you are unwilling to take risks.

Fear not that you might get hurt.
Fear rather that you will never grow
if you wait for painless success.

The old man said to the young man,
“Why not go out, on a limb,
After all isn't that where the fruit is.”

Muhammad Ali's poem Friendship

Friendship is a priceless gift that cannot be bought nor sold
But its value is far greater than a mountain made of gold
For gold is cold and lifeless it can neither see nor hear
In time of trouble is powerless to cheer it has no ears to listen no heart to understand 
It cannot bring you comfort or reach out a helping hand
And so when you ask god for gift be thankful if he send not diamond pearl or riches but the love of a real true friend 

Journey

Like the brooklet meeting the sea,
Man's journey is the same,
But what a shame,
Giving himself to transitory illusions again and again,
Has he gone insane?
What seemed so easy,
Has become Mount Everest again

Me, Furqan and My Princess Corolla

Tonight was no ordinary night for me and my complaint of nothing adventurous happening finally was over.  As the I had embarked on an adventure that most of us have seen on TV serials or comedy sitcoms.

I was all set to go for my friend's sister wedding ceremony, for which I was planning a poem to gift for the new couple as I have found poetry my latest hidden and obsessive talent,I had a lot of titles for this auspicious occasion, the one which I personally feel was behind all tonight's adventure was "Let the magic begin..."
The magic began at 4 pm when I reminded dad that I will be attending my friends' sister wedding tonight at Muslim Gymkhana, my dad with his evergreen humor taunting my mother by saying to me; " ami ko bhi sath lejao shadi mein, akhir mein ami ne baat karni hogi... ; )" , my mom with all the innocence in the world replying; "iski fiqr na karein, khud hi dhond lega, wasiey bhi i'm not modern". I was having fun watching them and happy looking at their romance may Allah bless them but also a little sad for mom that she doesn't have confidence after recovering from her illness and a little embarrassed of my mom's remarks thinking me as a macho man, little does she know about me being around girls.

Scene 2 of the act, it was 7 pm in the evening, me in my room networking on the net and I suddenly remembered the wedding card!!!, need to buy it!!!, my heart thumping and saying "Hurry, hurry, nobody gives a bouquet without a card idiot!!!." , so I quickly text-ed Furqan my comrade in tonights adventure, he came and we went to SMCH society to buy the wedding card and then the bouquet, after finishing the to-do list and accomplishing the mission me and furqan returning home with my heart saying; "mission accomplished, YES!!!", we stopped by the car refreshment center (petrol pump) as my princess deserved high octane to rejoice and celebrate the success of the mission after having her fueled she literally became drunk as she din't start and the I was in one of those "why me..." states, i'm sure a lot of us have been through that feeling but tonight I was the victim, woes me :(

Scene 3, the mobile anger, I called home to tell the situation and in return I got one of the typical replies which might piss a few people at times, replies like these....
1. "aur jao beta, meri nahi sonogey to yeh hoga" ( mom replying in anger cuz i din't take her for shopping)
2. "I told ya so..." ( little brother taunting elder brother )
3. "Stay there..." (dad being calm)
4. " Apka matlooba number is waqt band hai..." (telephone operator)

I was really angry as my driver uncle wasn't attending the phone and the concern of flowers getting murjhaod was creeping into mind, we left the car at the petrol pump and came back home, while my way back home, everyone was looking at the bouquet and both of us were laughing at the situation anyhow I quickly got dressed for the wedding, me and furqan went back to the pump to get my princess but i guess  the doctor (mechanic) couldn't fix her and we had to leave the car at his workshop on the other hand I was getting late and it was around 10:30pm and I said to furqan that tonight God wants us both to be at the wedding so we went back to his home and we took the flowers again through bazrta line and same thing happened again, this time when we reached furqan's place even his mom and her friends were outside and looking at bouquet anyhow he quickly got dressed and then we took a rickshaw, Allah, Allah karke we reached the hall straight away as we entered the dinner got served as if we the big celebrities jinka intezaar kiya jaraha tha.

The next big thing that was the icing on the cake in tonights adventure that I din't recognize Saba's dad and was sitting right next to him, other than that the night was pleasant, I guess God realized that I could only handle this much of an adventure in one night, I was pleased to meet Misbah's mother, the bride and groom and other college friends and Saba's dad, his humbleness really won my heart and thanks for Harris for givng us a ride back home and last but not the least FURQAN thanks jiggar.

Now I have no complaints of  having a boring life, by the way here's the poem through which I went through all the troubles but they were worth it in the end :)

A Wedding Prayer

Today is the beginning.

In the years that lie ahead

May you always share the love you have

This day as you are wed.

I pray you'll each be one on whom

The other can depend,

And may you share not only love,

But be each other's friend.

Some hopes may not be realized,

Some dreams may not come true,

But many of them will, I know,

To bless the two of you.

Within the home that you will have,

I pray you'll always find

Contentment, joy, security,

Good health and peace of mind.