Vocabulary

·         overstate /ˌəʊ.vəˈsteɪt/ /ˌoʊ.vɚ-/ verb [T] to describe or explain something in a way that makes it seem more important or serious than it really is: 

• * The impact of the new legislation has been greatly overstated. 
• * The shareholders seem to think that the executive board is overstating the case for a merger. → Opposite understate

·         sway /sweɪ/ noun [U] formal › control or influence: * In the 1980s, the organization came under the sway of (= became strongly influenced by) Christian fundamentalism. 

• * Her parents no longer seem to have much sway over her. 
• * The party could hold sway (= have an important influence) on some crucial votes.

Unfinished Love Story

A few years back, my younger sister was assigned the assignment of writing a love story. She asked me to write it, and already being busy with my own work, i spared a movement and hastily wrote down a story, and i did not realize that story was incomplete; i could not write the conclusion of the story. 

Well, on next day, my younger sister came back from school, i sensed a menacing glare in her eyes, and suddenly she railed at me and threatened me in Siraiki ( Meku story complete ker de, nete sutha kon thisi tusa nal) means " Complete the story, otherwise the consequences will not be good for you." I tried to placate her and asked her to tell me what happened.

She told me that her Madam liked the story sooo much but since the conclusion was not there she became upset and told my sister to come with the conclusion tomorrow.

here is the incomplete version of that story:

"As it is said by Aristotle, “Man is a social animal”, therefore one has to be a social to live a healthy and sound life. Every person born with an empty vacuum in their heart, which is later, filled in different stages, with certain time, with different people and for different purpose. A person has to go through different phases of life that entails childhood, teenage, adult, etc. 

It is the story of a young boy who lost his parents before he could even pronounce Maa or Paa. No amount of love can substitute the love provided by parents, because the love of parents is unconditional. His name was Ali. His uncle Mehboob raised him, nurtured him and socialized him like his own son. Ali never happened to feel the absence of his actual parents. As he grows younger, he began to observe people around him. There came a turning point in his life, when he sees a beautiful, simple and an exquisite young girl walking into his classroom. It was the first when he actually felt that the vacuum of his heart is still somehow empty and that could only be filled with an unconditional love. 

Involuntarily, her presence used to bring a smile on his face. After 1 year, Ali came to know her name that was Nimra. Now both were in final day of school and Ali’s heart could not take it anymore, but it was not easy for him to express his feelings in words, however; with a tad efforts, he somehow able to tell her Ali proposed her in a way that her heart began to cry, she could not help her tears because she had not been permitted to such nonsense, so she rejected him, though she wanted to be with him but all she was thinking about her family. Before Ali could ask her the reason of rejection, she ran away wiping her tears."

(Muhammad Tahir Baloch)

Unhealable Wound

A wound imprinted by a lipstick is more malicious than that of imprinted by a bullet. Since a person injured by a bullet seeks water, but a person wounded by a lipstick seeks blood, yet remain thirsty. Bullet cause external and momentary damage that could be recuperated, while lipstick causes internal and permanent damage that remains deeply embedded in the heart and therefore rendered unhealable.
(Muhammad Tahir Baloch)

Silence of Darkness!

Why is it always at night my emotions are heightened?
Why is it always at night my thoughts and feelings make me shudder? 
Night was the time when i had to quell my agony. 
It was the time when i had to subdue the hopelessness of my predicament. 

At first, i thought it is the darkness of night which has been plauging me for years. I painted darkness as it was accompanied by some evil. I alleged it as it had eroded my confidence and happiness, and i began to bear animosity towards darkness.
I pined for satisfaction but to no avail.
Why was it so difficult for me to understand the gravity of the situation?
I longed for a reprieve from pain.
It was the time when i felt inconsolable.
I found myself on the edge of an abyss.
I sparred no effort to muster all the strength i could to override the mounting pain.
I strained every nerve to hammer out a solution and finally realized that it all had been just a charade.
It is not the darkness itself which is horrenduous but it is the silence of the darkness which has been intensifing such unfavourable feelings.
Since it is always in silence i feel no distraction and when it is darkness as bonus, i rack with pain.
However; i have learned to mould this problem into my favour. Undoubtedly, i was beset with hysteria, yet i managed to survive and decided not to lend countenance to any kind of unfavourable emotions whether it is night, darkness, or the silence of darkness.

Muhammad Tahir Baloch

Eternal success or unending damnation!

Almost a year ago, I and my cousin went to 50-50 Pizza in Hyderabad. It was 31st of August 2017 and it was my Birthday.

I spent more than one hour there observing 2 waiters. Well, it was difficult to shadow their movements while sitting idle, therefore; I ordered a pizza, and that bought me a plenty amount of time, which helped me observe their movements thoroughly. No doubt, from their appearance, both waiters seemed to eke out a living. 

The one who took order from us, his name was Rashid. When I asked him his name, he looked at me with suspicious eyes like I was going to hit him or something. Then I asked my cousin to call the other waiter, since my cousin was a chain smoker and he wanted to smoke cigarettes at that time, so I told my cousin to ask other waiter to buy some cigarettes for him. Well I could refer Rashid - the waiter who took order from us- to get some cigarettes for my cousin, but since I had to observe the other waiter I didn’t call Rashid. After 10 minutes, when he brought cigarettes for my cousin, I asked him his name and he answered very politely that his name was Abbas, and further he asked me my name in return. But since he was already engaged on another table, he didn’t stay long enough and he left with a smile saying “enjoy”.

If you ever have been to Pizza hut in Pakistan, you would definitely be aware that they took at least 30 minutes to bring your order because they also had to deliver pizzas at homes. So I shadowed both Rashid and Abbas for more than an hour. Rashid was moving everywhere trying to seek attention of people so that everyone call him for order, while Abbas remained very calm, and he was walking near the tables calmly. Even Rashid sometimes told Abbas to do his work, as to bring plates or ketch up etc, but Abbas never asked Rashid for any help, rather he was doing his own work only. 

The most important thing I noticed in both of them that was their behaviour towards customers. Rashid’s best behavior was reserved for the people who were coming in cars, but he was not dealing energetically with those who were coming on Bikes. There was fluctuation in Rashid’s behavior. In contrast, Abbas was dealing everyone with the same smile and attitude. 

The one thing that intrigued me most that when costumers were giving them tip, Rashid was bowing down his head like we often see in movies when slaves bow down their heads in front of their masters, however: the case was different with Abbas, he was just smiling and making Dua with beautiful words.

Basically, what I concluded from my observation is that, some people toil long hours and in return they expect a good remuneration with some respect. While in some cases if there is no adequate remuneration for work but still respect is provided blindly, people will work happily. But it is impossible for people to work when remuneration is small and further no respect is provided. So it depends upon people which way they prefer most. Because, the very decisions made by people often lead them towards their eternal success or towards their unending damnation.
(Tahir_Baloch)

My Compass

Have you ever heard of a compass?

Basically, It functions as a pointer to "magnetic north".
Now let me tell you my life experience with compasses.

Since after the completion of Intermediate, I came across many people who suggested me and advised me for my future. Each one of them came up with an entirely different idea. Some advised me to go for Engineering, while other suggested me to go for Businesses related field and a very few told me to go for CSS (Central Superior Services) after the completion of BA private.
At first, i was elated by the prospect of my better future. I felt like my prayers are answered by Allah. However; accidentally, i end up in Bs English. Now, It is my last semester-Shuker Alhamdulillah. 

Even, during these 3 and a half year of time, many people advised me and suggested me different things pertaining to my future.

Let's cut to the chase, the people who advised me and suggested me throughout my life; I named them as "compasses". You know why? Because, a compass shows you a certain direction, you will see and notice that this compass is pointing to "North ". However, it will not tell you the exact time when you will reach north, further; it will not tell you what hurdles and restrictions you will face during your journey; their might be oceans and forests between you and north. What if you drowned in an ocean? or stuck in a forest? Then what benefit did it provide knowing only "North", if you are stuck in between.

These people - my advisers- never told me that what difficulties i would face during my journey. They just pointed to the certain directions like: Engineering, Commerce, or Css. They are my Compasses.
They attempted to help me at least, no doubt. I m grateful to them.

Story of a Leopard

Not every person is worthy to be replied. 
Let me tell you a story!
Once a leopard was put into a dogs' race, and when the race commenced, the leopard didn't move a muscle. Because, he knew that he is Leopard, the fastest animal on this planet. He does not have to prove his worth by racing with dogs. He is already worthy. 
So, you don't have to justify your actions to everyone.