Category Archives: MOODY MY SON

FROM SON TO HIS FATHER ON SUPERSESSION

 

I asked someone if you have heard of Reinhold Messner?

Sie mir gesagt, ja he has great fame

I said my father knows him ever since he climbed K2 in 1979

I always watch all great things come to an end

But will remember you always from greatness of a General

I tried to look if there is goodness in honesty

Example stood steadily in General dealing with generality of every major life doings

I said what if there was only a little more time?

There has always been time but now is only meant not in this way

But there is no news like today

I said, so is news of tomorrow

And what of possibilities?There was no need to become beyond responsibility of such a great General

I said life is difficult when dealt not in words

But still, always the word saying to have felt them

I have to look everywhere for the best of me

Because it is hard to find excellence as my Father’s

If it is not for the achievement readily climbed

Then finishing one like a successful Major General

Wisdom is the light of all truth but it takes no flame from it because wise in itself is the enkindled truth!

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– An Expressive Letter to Me

I am a man of spatial heights, inspirational self, and emotional depth ~~ Moody

My dearest Agha,                                                                     August 18, 2005

I have devoured my day in the usual mantle of shorts and t-shirt. The myth of rising sun for many is a globe to advent on fresh vernacular of ideas and for some of us the stillness of night thriving thoughts on the zenith of a belated bed time. I struggle to sum my sentences, arrange and rearrange my thoughts in appropriate drawers. I was winking and working till four in the proverbial limelight of bulb and books. Our refrigerator is loaded with bakery boxes and every now and then I plaudit my appetite with charcoal of percolating coffee and munch on crumbling biscuits underneath my carnivore edges of teeth. Often? Indeed. Free? Yes. I can hear the sweeper in a less distant place swiveling the thorns and thistles of his Indian buds. The music slowly skips one single from track to another. The CPU humming rotaries hesitatingly gusto cesspool of currents vibrating nuts and gadgetry. The plausible phone calls squeaking and trembling linchpin of emanated ideas. I took a momentary lofty stroll in my room and acutely observed mounted painting in front with the aloofness in the look of birds staring art to each other and in that all avoid my any atrociousness to your picture beside. Just joking. I aimlessly noticed the lingerie behind the curtain before the window and recalled Mum’s every cost of advice and appropriateness to not strip our endeared windows completely. I felt like a complete Greek word “idiot” who does not hold any private office or the public. We really console ourselves now and then moping on every talent and the psychic phenomenon of friend and foe. Bilal is all rash but not shy on the white board probing his pontification and poetry on the word Math. I bet by now he really regrets me being here with all crash load of study avocations bobbing over his head. He will be indebted to my company and its very oddity one day and so will I. I am finally through and full proof from the green book and controvertible republican. But any book is always an unfinished business. I read few pages of Marrouchi and Eddy in the frailty of early morning minutes. They seem to be very lucid and calculated writers. For now, I am totally withdrawn with the finesse of font and book cover.

 

Your loving Son

Moody

Avicenna – Moody’s Commentary

Avicenna

For Avicenna, human minds were not in themselves formed for abstract thought. Humans are intellectual only potentially, and only “illumination by the Angel confers” upon them the ability to make from this potential a real ability to think. This is the Tenth Intellect.

The degree to which minds are illuminated by the Angel varies. Prophets are illuminated to the point that they possess not only rational intellect but also an imagination and ability which allows them to pass on their superior wisdom to others. Some receive less, but enough to write, teach, pass laws, and contribute to the distribution of knowledge. Others receive enough for their own personal realisation, and others still receive less.

On this view, all humanity shares a single agent intellect – a collective consciousness. “The final stage of human life”, according to Avicenna, is “reunion with the emanation of the Angel”. Thus, the Angel confers upon those imbued with its intellect the certainty of life after death.

MOODY

 

Swing! – Poem on Golf

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Swing!

It is myth that unfolds width figuratively
composition of angles poised as geometry
And if comprehension is the quest in struggle
mechanics take many years of feel to overcome

It is to attune yourself by addressing four basics
gain control by repetitive strength and technique
And if apparels and clubs suit your style
flags will not have balls on green sides

It is assimilating every finger for grip soft and fix
stand tall yet feet square from shoulder to hips
And when stance has set you aim straight
ball is bound to knock that flagstick

It is take away by strength of left arm and wrist straight
maintaining circle steady on swing plane
And when sight finds the shoulder behind ball and eye
weight must start slide towards left side

It is journey back but on swing plane same
pull triceps for lag in given time frame
And when moment of truth meets your swing state
whip that club past impact place

It is strength of arms subtle yet empowers big in hips
rotates rapidly but with lower body quietly
And when club head speed is every divots prerogative
distance and accuracy are every swing’s package

It is temperament of Els yet challenge like Tiger
swinging irons like Golden Bear
And when concentration results on scorecard
plan birdies but save every par

It is containing force inside triangles and torso
obliging to self-integrity and game rules
And when discipline is your very own mentor
nerves will roll putts by feel straighter

It is searching peace for fairways and overcoming rough
seek focus in presence of target and turf
And when emotional intelligence arrives at impact zone
establish contact as if you were a born PGA Pro

16 Nov 2005

 

 

DANKE by Moody

 

Very few people know that Moody did his Diploma in The Russian Language from St. Petersberg University. Later completed his Masters in Business Administration. While in Lahore in 2003 developed a voracious appetite for reading books. His favourite author was Bertrand Russell he read most of his books. Never read fiction. in 2005 got admission in Australian National University to do Masters in Accounting. A study he could not complete because of his illness. It was down hill from then on. In another Post, I will give name of books which were  his teasured collections. For him, I became a member for Barnes and Noble. Earlier while in Lahore he started learning The German Language and achieved Level 3 proficiency with complete self-study.

He wrote Danke.

 

Ich schriebe und denke mit eines Wort
Das Wort kommt von buchstabe fünf
Bedeutung und verstehen noch etwas ein
Gibt es vielen für alles
Das Gedicht mit den größen dank
Immer schön das Leben eins

I write and think with word one
The word comes from letters five
meaning and understanding still somewhat one
giving a whole lot more for everyone
A poem with the biggest Thank
always beautifully in life once
______________________________________

bis bald / till later
Moody

 

 

IN A MILIEU by Moody

MILIEU

In a milieu of noughts perched on a leap of loan

Buried under a seizure of murmuring tenure

Bicker domains caught in a vale of counterfeits

Stuck in savvy alleys of a stale Park

Lost by a tongue and a tumultuous past

Smothered in the rectitude of pitch silence

Gauged in wastes of paper and monetary matters

All that echoes is not silence brother!

Many have suffered in devoured vows till the 12th of time

Many have hatred with voluminous enmity in them

There are lighter heights on the verge of space…

There are steeper paths in depths of affection…

There are frontiers beyond the latitude of knowledge…

There is more friction in the weights and molecules of a fractured soul…

A moment that torments itself and those we seek in the underworlds?

Fights with your insights and kindle the flame of fortitude with your prodigious perceptions

Levi ate and lure in lucid leaves of autumn to an Island off course

We are far apart in our hearts like a broken glass

It cuts deep but shines wide like diam

It keeps us alive to settle the agony of our sentiments

Give thy soul purpose and search in this xenophobic circus

We are Amirs and Karim euer Ancestors

Sense! So subtle when twined with intellect in a sentence

Imagination! A gem and jewel of such magic clots of fascinations

Resonate your flute of reason with fractions and fruits of Words

Words! Are they not a fireball of fury and fortune?

Is it not joyful oh that juvenile Gibran?

Just few lines of faith with Will

Just few dots of demise in shades of Pink

Euer – Deutsch word means ‘your’

Note: Amir was name of his great great great grandfather

And Karim was grandfather

Online at last! (From Canberra)

ON LINE

My dearest Agha,

I have set up my internet connection and all my turbines are online steaming up for full throttle. Everyday ensues a novel experience enmeshed with adventure in life among Aussies. To take one, for instance, I trotted a horse today. It has only been less than a month but the speed of events makes it intricate for me to unfold the gist of every story that I would like to expound. I had taken a few pictures but gradually I will send all microscopic caricatures of objects and places. I can see your emails being transmitted regularly. I had glanced them earlier in a precursory way because of being pressed against time but I will read their thoroughness soon.

Take care

Love Moody

 

An Eve of Poultry and Profusion!

A EVE of Poultry

Relishing the ritual appetites of kith and kin

The vistas of tiding talk on table

A muse to muddle in gales of laughter

cuddling and curving the furrows of confusion

To hum in haven of multitudes

To virtue the views of time and transcendent

In the extravagant and Atayliana

Reeling remnants on road of Alam

To ounce and pound the chick of Tuscans

In the glistening lights of hub and hotel

An ode to jaw and jibe

For just the jubilant and joyful. A Father!

God be wi’ you Sir!

Your Loving Son

Moodz

13 Jan 2015

The Over Exaggerated Facts and Art of Writing a Daily Journal.

A JOURNAL 1

27 August 2005

I keep a pen in my pocket and a paper plonked in every book. The variations in voices transmute, sometimes there is a similitude in what I can hear and which negates disparity, resonate subtle meanings. Words wipe and evaporate yet reflections and images reappear. I have started encomiums of Whitman and legendary Pythagoras. Both in their own capacity consummate the extent of skill, science, dross of art. I feel inevitably drawn towards writing. To angulate its any geometer. Arrange mechanics on the outset and to weave the web of art by the niche of understanding. It is an addiction, foreplay of passion, slowly apt to settle on the verge of ligaments and within tendons of mind, the silhouette of personality and before becoming a realization the repression starts to float rhythmically.

Love  Moody

 

WORDS OF WISDOM

BACKGROUND to this post. I used to contribute to a website squidoo.com. But then Squidoo people decided to close down and asked me to transfer all my stories to Hub Pages. Sadly, I was not able to transfer all of them. This was a blow as I lost all of them. I was also not prepared to write them all over. I could not be in the same mood and spirit. The choice of words and the thought process could not be recreated . The post below is a cut and paste and hence, the reader would note that I have not changed either the tense or the format.

Words of Wisdom

Knowledge and Wisdom

Woody Allen, actor, and director confessed that he was thrown out of New York University for cheating on meta-physics examination. He said he was caught cheating for looking into the soul of the guy sitting beside him. He said that this was a joke he made. The treatise I am going to share with you today is not a joke. It is a fairly large written material written by my son who was bipolar and his story I have already shared on Squidoo and if read in conjunction with that will give this reading a special meaning and understanding. Read Here. The words which swirled out of Moody’s mind was at the time when he was passing through a highly elevated bipolar condition. Bipolar’s also fell in love, and when they have a fierce and passionate ability to express themselves, you will be able to see clear reflections of pearls of wisdom which flow in their writings of the subject matter. When I was studying in high school a long time ago as part of out English literature curriculum we studied E.M. Forster’s novel ” Where Angels Fear to Tread.” It is about falling in love. This novel has been named from a proverb by Alexander Pope an English Poet and it was ” Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.” The context of my lens has a bearing to this quotation. It is said that wise men do not fall in love. It is also well known that this phrase has been used many times by different scholars, writers and critics. However, in my lens, this connection may not be excessively visible in those exact words of the quote, nor I think was my son Moody making any connection when he wrote it. I am with the benefit of hindsight as well as being his father find it convenient to do so. I am not saying he was a fool. When this quote was coined fool was not considered a derogatory word as it is now. For the benefit of those who may not have read the poem I would only quote last six verses of the poem by Alexander Pope to put it in the right perspective: Name a play and he’s the Poets Friend, Nay sow’d his faults – but when would poets mend? No place so Sacred from such Fops is barr’d, Nor is Paul’s church more safe than Paul’s Church-yard; Nay fly to Altars; there they talk you dead; For fools rush in where Angels fear to tread. The following 3 modules I will share Moody’s take on Wisdom and how he felt troubled in the following module. Gives a clear view of what was going on in his mind; a bipolar mind. Please bear with the length of both I would benefit from a maximum permissible limit of the modules.

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Meaning of Wisdom by a Bipolar Mind

Wisdom

My son MOODY’s favourite word was Wisdom and I will quote it here before you start reading his thoughts. These words are also inscribed on his Grave Stone in his eternal resting place

“Wisdom is my most favourite word and to spend life seeking reverence for it is of loss none but being lost to a life most sublime. It is mostly overgrowing troubled tooth for all human beings ever since, but, surfaced only in the best philosophical mind”

Wisdom

A profound word to find but attire is full description

Speak it softly so others may understand and if audience is not audible then know that you have some wisdom to find in yourself before being misunderstood without full wise consideration

It has no similar meaning to be understood but is all meaning within to spring right from the man he who must speak only his inside

You will not hear ever wisdom be spoken in your manner till you have heard all that is meant to have said

There is immense irony about being able to see it wisely and if explanation is not laconic then wisdom has not rendered anything

Wisdom has part what distinguishes man and whole that made him distinct but to avail are both must still not be dismayed

If you wish to feel wisdom entirely then life is not as easy because a lot went comfortably till came wisdom and shouldered your entire burden

It will sleep like an atom residing for centuries in the nucleus of man’s one small blood cell but fires only for some when time is right but to remain forever awakened

You cannot live its form to be sensible because wisdom knows how to empower itself to relive your life wisely and once you have seen how wise visualizes a way then astray cannot your foresight from it

For if you see what others cannot say then must speak it but surrender not credit to have reflected wisely of someone

You cannot pluck the fossil of wisdom from mind and resilience is to drown in more trouble till you reconcile to accept that it exists with extreme resistance

Wisdom then is meaning that man makes and gives all meaning to further his endeavors to wise ends

It includes everything with no vice for men, spoken without hesitation and, said to everyone

Seeing clear is one step to climb its stair and to share its pinnacle is man wise dissipating heightened wisdom again

If there is no wisdom then life is without avail and achievement is wisdom not worthy and meaningful when use is least in this world or if there is life next

Wisdom then elongates the expanse of circle to inclusion but bother none if effects remain invisible since you pass it wisely without withholding to the carried lesson because wisdom needs love only your observation

If your attempt is to manifold wisdom then argument your discussion without care of well-deserved reputation, count not what has wisdom recollected but time you have spared to think over it and then take account of what you were negligent than to have been thoughtful

Wisdom is light, of all truth but it takes no flame from it because wise in itself is the enkindled truth. You might differ truth to have felt it bitterly but if you had it your way then wisdom knocks not the door of opinion with that you differ wisely

You can say the unseen by seeing the difference in existence of something and when you have succeeded the seeming complexity then you have wisely dealt the simple, knowable, favors outcome from all available and when seen wisely the hidden is bound to unveil your wise appearance

Wisdom is then age to have reasoned what has bygone before you and to see what must be done and that must mean only in time to come

The eye begins seeing the wise among things and reason start to probe grounds to gain favor and give further wisdom

Does wisdom then not proceed one more time after reasoned its reason wisely?

Wisdom is to emerge over learnt possibilities and head forward by becoming learned and discern all acquired answers like does the unlearned

The wise must need passion to put efforts for plentiful wisdom because passion is putting life to test for wisdom.

Life is not tumult to seek importance for wisdom because a life rested is time wasted without given any good to anything wisely

Be wise to act with anticipation such as if your act is none other but only to have performed without emotive acts and to choose what renders not damage but is the best only available choice

And thereon to cherish every act wisely and worrying not the sum existing beyond its source

Say what speaks sensory but hear everything that is seemingly wise so that if wisdom is there then it should flow by passage as words its way

Wisdom is not to imagine the best of words but to cease loose time not to have lettered wisely

Wisdom is dialectic with no numbered multiples but has discoursed men from time since Socrates

If you think wisdom need no explanation then wait just a few, more seconds

Wisdom is unlike repented over anything but more like what you live up to own

And then if you are a man hospitable then treat not wisdom as guest over for a while but as if you waited for ages impatiently to give away your sole entitlement to it

But it is importance, which is not envied but brightness that becharms even who is blinded of knowing wisdom

If you ever find yourself amid moments to figure out the wisest way then know if when there is no option there subsists this way to figure wisely another one

Then wisdom is existence of what is concealed right before you and steals your attention when you did not care much to take care of it

But care is not the person wise because worrying deprives initiative of one to acknowledge having thought of wisdom

It is lesson indeed tough but so is life since unaware is man what to expect next

And what to expect from expectation when wisdom is sufficiency in being content within yourself

It is not seeing the satisfactory when self-satisfied but to seek the stimuli external to us

Wisdom is to think of course in possibilities but reducing fullness from probable

More wisdom then gets carried away and to stress rapidly is not the necessary advance to it

Then patience is more thorough pursuing wisdom because it has more thoroughness to seek resources To speak thoughtfully but only after given thorough thoughts over it

Wisdom is all full passage saying whatever without the need to say it and what of need if wisdom is not all aim within

Then wisdom is always less because it says too much for itself and takes a while to understand

When contribution is suggestive then desired is wisdom in conscience for the sake only to understand

So if you think that wisdom is the thing stated simple then you have reduced its precision because it is just when you thought the difference between fact unstated that wisdom was drawn upon a bigger statement because difference among things is finding wise facts but also deliberating their varied effects

Wisdom is to symbolize every stationed matter but without waving from your signified position Wisdom is pain devoid and wantonness taken but to see signifying the relative fragments

Wisdom is to change in a causal chain for chances undertaken and to have brought about improved changes

It is traveling farthest for conclusions but knowing how further is the unknown in things

So wisdom is seeking logic of facts but dealing raw to refine its matter but redefined repetitively

Usage subsists none use unless wisdom is the ideal produced by dealing unconditionally every condition wisely dealt

Wisdom is my most favorite word and to spend life seeking reverence for it is of loss none but being lost to a life most sublime

It is mostly overgrowing troubled tooth for all human beings ever since, but, surfaced only in the best philosophical mind