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THE PASSAGE

 

Life is in motion; the paths and trails are many

They rise and fall with turns and twists nothing is at rest

In multitudes of comings and goings, toing and froing

I chose many, many I left

Some disappeared in alleyways, some in endless directions

Those I left disappeared into the horizon

Many trodden on those I left, never followed them

What I chose we all have stories to tell about

We wonder sometimes why we do what we do

Is it inspiration or fate or divine decree?

I chose what I did

It was Allah’s will my efforts were minuscule

Tried I did but never I was fretful

Believed in my destiny and there were many divine interventions

Never I was dispirited

What I chose; some I got some I did not

My life has been tested with reversals and downturns

But I never reasoned why?

Sometimes in wonderment, I did believe in inner tranquil

We go into the past to remember

But why should I do that, who can change the past

It will never change

The path I chose was the best

Some will never be there

Never we must be penitent

The Past is past for eternity it will never change

Tahir, you went places you left your mark in so many ways

Future will surely tell why I believed in future

9 July 2017

Islamabad

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

MOMENT!

On Saturday 17 December 2005 at precisely 10:36:56 my late son Nasir Mahmood alias MOODY sent me an email. He also copied it to his younger brothers Ali and Bilal. The email which was captioned MOMENT! was one of many of his writings which he continued to share till he passed away. Today, while I was looking for an important paper when I came across MOMENT.

I have decided to add on his piece in category MOODY MY SON in my Blog as it is.

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Dear All,

I tried something different with my bygone moments and tried keeping the monkey out of it, for instance, syntactical and nonsensical errors such as “quadruplicity drink procrastination” & C. If I have overlooked any error it is only because you are seeing it in the moment only so please bear with me for a moment here. Just kidding guys!

MOMENT!

They stand your ground and sometimes glean upon us like stars do. They make your count difficult and yet your intervals might still endear them valued. You may dispense as many as you like and then your fondness can find your moment of choice and then displace itself so it could dwell on you once again. It may strike you sensible if sensed most of it and hanker for more when repeated persistently, and then despite of whatever regard in that moment you recall it, will just be an instance of your present state. You can earn them yearly and rearrange them momentarily like celestial bodies yearning in millions distantly with affinities of your spatiotemporal certainty. You might assemble them in haste devoid nothing noteworthy below that you appreciate or delay equivocally within a moment of your self-favoured pace. They may mean only what is in the moment yet reappear sufficiently without your prior disapproval to reinstate them. They weigh more than what is self-driven without caution to carry out or of any embankment to stop, they are prompt but render themselves impromptu and then can assure you so that your moment complies by relying on in manner rare or often that suits you best. It could be an event in your instant of reckoning them, casual or intentional by ordinary of moment or extraordinatry of any cicumstance, by wiull or wish with just as you made much of it. It is centered between what you see and how you seek yourself, signifies your position or symbolising its significance, to prefer it periodically as you see differently, but both ambiguous or coherently. They realize your essence but are capable of negating your explanaing them, induce more just when you refigure by exceeding your propositions to true and false considerably. They promote happiness despite your cursing immense its every quality and qualify your satisfaction so should you choose average or satisfactory, and then, you total them as if in every one and around everything are your very sum and succeed withal apart that moment forgetting aside all those departed moments. They are small constituents with whatever mystery comprises them and can fixate themselves in dominion of events at large, can be opinionated behind enmasse and while ahead of your experiencing them. The moment shines as the better out of you or just as easily deflects you being a stone your way, you may attempt or reflect at it thoughtfully but when moment has reached its depth, it is just your reflection staring steep and straight at you. It took me a while to veer about reaching moment but it is this ‘moment’ since you heard me saying much about it not too long ago. We all have our MOMENT.

Love
Moody

Goodbye To Love

Goodbye To Love.