Dayar-e-ghair main kaise tujhe sada daite...

Zindagi mein to sabhi pyaar kiya karte hain
Main to mar ke bhi meri jaan tujhe chahoonga

Tu mila hai to yeh ehsaas hua hai muJhko
Yeh meri umar mohabbat ke liye thodi hai
Ik zara sa gham-e-dauran ka bhi haq hai jis par
Maine wo saans bhi tere liye rakh chodi hai
Tujh pe ho jaaoonga qurbaan tujhe chaoonga
Main to mar ker bhi meri jaan tujhe chahoonga

Apne jazbaat mein naghmaat rachaane ke liye
Maine dhadkan ki tarah dil mein basaya hai tujhe
Main tasawur bhi judaai ka bhala kaise karoon
Maine kimsat ki lakiron se churaaya hai tujhe
Pyaar ka ban ke nigehbaan tujhe chahoonga
Main to mar ker bhi meri jaan tujhe chahoonga

Teri har chap se jalte hain khayalo ke chiragh
Jab bhi tu aaye jagata hua jaadu aye
Tujh ko choo loon to phir ai jaan-e-tamanna mujhko
Der talak apne badan se teri khushbu aaye
Tu baharon ka hai unwaan tujhe chahoonga
Main to mar ke bhi meri jaan tujhe chahoonga

Ab key tajdeed-e-waffa ka nahi'n imkaa'n janaa'n

Ab key tajdeed-e-waffa ka nahi'n imkaa'n janaa'n ...
Yaadh kiya tujh ko dilaain tera paimaa'n janaa'n !

Yunhi mousam ki adaa daikh key yaadh ayaa hai ...
Kis qadar juld badal jaatey hain insaan janaa'n !

Zindagi terri Ata'a thee sou teray naam kii hai ...
Hum ney jaissey bhi basar ki tera ahsaa'n janaa'n !

Dil yeh kehtta hai keh shaaid ho fasurdah tu bhi ...
Dil ki kiya baat kerain dil tou hai nadaa'n janaa'a !

Awal Awal ki muhabbat key nashaay yaadh tou ker ...
Bai pai bhi tera chehra thaa gulistaa'n janaa'a !

Aakhir aakhir tou yeh aalam hai ke ab hosh nahin ...
Rugg -e- mena sulag uthi keh rug -e- jaa'n janaa'n !

Mudatoun sey yehi aalam nah touwaqa nah umeed ...
Dil pukarey hi challa jaata hai janaa'n janaa'n !

Hum bhi kiya sadaah thay hum ney bhi samjh rakha tha ...
Ghum -e- doraa'n sey judaa hai ghum -e- janaa'n janaa'n !

Ab key kuch aissi sajji mehfil -e- yaraa'n janaa'n ...
Sar bah zano hai koi sar bagreba'n janaa'n !

Hur koi apni hi awaaz sey kaamp uthtaa hai ...
Hur koi apney hi saaiey sey hurasaa'n janaa'n !

Jiss ko daikho wohi zanjeer bapaa lagtta hai ...
Sehar ka shehar hawa dakhil -e- zindaa'n Janaa'n !

Ab tera zikar bhi shaid hi ghazal mai aaiey ...
Aur sey aur huwaay dard key unwaa'n janaa'n !

Hum keh roothi huwii rut ko bhi manaa laittey thay ...
Hum ney daikha hi nah thah mousam-e-hijraa'n janaa'n !

Hosh ayaa tou sabhi khuwaab thay raizah raizah ...
Jaissey urtey huwaay auraaq-e-pareshaan janaa'n !

Main aur meri tanhai...

What women want?

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved by Arthur’s youthful happiness. So he offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer; if, after a year, he still had no answer, he would be killed.

The question was: What do women really want?

Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. Well, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch’s proposition to have an answer by year’s end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody: the princess, the prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, the court jester. In all, he spoke with everyone but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.

What most people did tell him was to consult the old witch, as only she would know the answer. The price would be high, since the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question, but he’d have to accept her price first: The old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur’s closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified: she was hunchbacked and awfully hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage water, often made obscene noises. He had never run across such a repugnant creature. He refused to force his friend to marry her and have to endure such a burden.

Gawain, upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur’s life and the preservation of the Round Table.

Hence, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur’s question: What a woman really wants is to be able to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur’s life would be spared. And so it went. The neighboring monarch spared Arthur’s life and granted him total freedom.

What a wedding Gawain and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief and anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put her worst manners on display. She ate with her hands, belched and farted, and made everyone uncomfortable.

The wedding night approached: Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific night, entered the bedroom. What a sight awaited! The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen lay before him! Gawain was astounded and asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her (when she’d been a witch), half the time she would be her horrible, deformed self, and the other half, she would be her beautiful maiden self.

She asked him which would he want her to be during the day and which during the night?

What a cruel question? Gawain began to think of his predicament: During the day a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his home, an old spooky witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman to enjoy many intimate moments?

What would you do? What Gawain chose follows below, but don’t read until you’ve made your own choice.

Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, because he had respected her and had let her be in charge of her own life.

The Moral of the Story: It doesn’t matter if your woman is pretty or ugly, underneath it all, she’s still a witch!

When she said me "No"

When she said me "No" then I came to know

• It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.

• When the door of happiness closes, another opens but often times we look so hard at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

• It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

• Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their hearts but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours.

• There are things you'd love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear it from them from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from his heart.

• Love comes to those who still hope although they've been disappointed to those who still believe although they've been betrayed, to those who still love although they've been hurt before.

• It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like
  someone and a day to love someone--but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

• Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

• There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them out of your dreams and hug them for real!

• Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person too.

• Careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life; a
  timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.

• The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves, and not twist them with our own image--otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

• Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

and last but least...

• Some moments are ever lasting, some relations are not time bound, some words are untold, some emotions are divine, some feelings are inexpressible, and some people are unforgettable.

Mohabbat ab nahi hogi!

Sitarey jo damaktey hain kisi ki chashm-e-heran mein
Mulaqatain jo hotee hain jamaal-e-abro-baraan mein
Yeh na-abaad waqton mein, dil-e-na-shaad mein ho gi
Mohabat ab nahin ho gi, yeh kuch din baad mein ho gi
Guzar jaa'en gey jab yeh din, tau in ki yaad mein ho gi
Mohabbat ab nahi hogi!!!!

(Munir Niazi)

Dil-e-bekhabar zara hosla

Dil-e-bekhabar zara hosla
Koi aisa ghar bhi hai shehar main
Jahan her makeen ho mutmain
koi aisa dil bhi kaheen pay hai
Jise khof-e-amad-e-shab nahi
Yeh jo gard-e-bad-e-zaman hai
yeh azal se hai koi ab nahi
Dil-e-bekhabar zara hosla!

(Amjad Islam Amjad)

Stay Hungry! Stay Foolish!

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005 at Stanford University.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.