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THE SPIRIT OF SACRIFICE…

E id-ul-Adha concluded recently. Eid-ul-Adha has always been a period [not just a day] of rejoice and enjoyment for us since our childhood days. This Eid-ul-Adha was a specific instance for retrospection on various aspects of the occasion. I remember my school days when we used to live in Gaya. After waiting for months we got to feel the essence of Eid-ul-Adha approaching, when we got to see numerous vendors of male goats [ khassi ] daunting down the road in front of our house. We eyed each male goat with ravenousness, imagining how the animal might finally end up at our home and how we would have a festive time! We were not very lucky to have an animal ending up at our home frequently, though. However, when one did eventually end up, it was seen as a massive opportunity and challenge for us children to ensure that we fed and cared for our khassi with all the zest and fervency. Eid-ul-Adha was a special occasion for us for one more reason; a time of reunion with our cousins who stayed
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WHAT HAS QUALITY GOT TO DO WITH THIS?

“If you don't set a baseline standard for what you'll accept in life, you'll find it's easy to slip into behaviors and attitudes or a quality of life that's far below what you deserve.” -           Anthony Robbins I recently forwarded a press release sent by a premier student organization of the Indian Muslim Community [would be careful not to name it, though] to specific mailing groups. One of the members of one group swiftly remarked – “ Why don’t they do a spell check before they send? ” Candid enough, isn’t it?! This is not an exception; I could exhibit an array of OFFICIAL press releases from another prominent Muslim educational institution that contain typos, spelling errors; even grammatical mistakes. So, what has spell check or quality got to do with press releases? Aren’t they simply meant to convey some happenings? Above all, they are probably doing us a favor in sending the press releases in English; because a majority of Muslim organizations are charact

REST IN PEACE

Mufti Abus-Sami sb, the scholarly cleric who enjoins weekly Tafseer of Quran in our apartment, lost his father on Sunday, February 13, 2011. The news was first broken by the Imam of our Masjid during the Asr prayers.

Teachers' Day

“ H e is my friend…” These were the words of the then principal of my school, Sister Ann George. She had cited these words to my mother, but it would make a lasting impact on my life. Teachers, like my friends, have played an underlying role in defining my existence. My weaned childhood was boorish and ignorant about this fact. However, in retrospection, I do realize this inevitable fact. Sister Ann George remained a friend of mine until the time she served as the principal of my school. An equally significant role was played by Sister Eugenia. Sister Eugenia had the incredible ability of remembering all her students by their names even if she met them after long intervals. Those were my school days; a majority of which I do not wish to reminiscence – purely because of the fact that the majority of these days were neither encouraging nor good enough to remember. However, the few days that have made me what I am today are worth remembering.

After Rains, Mumbai Bleeds

T here is something peculiar about Mumbai; the showbiz city of India; well, some would still prefer to call it the Financial Capital or New York of India!!! Some days back, Mumbai was in news with rains flooding the city from one end to the other. Somehow, the city manages to be in the limelight always. However, yesterday’s event (catastrophe?! Tragedy?! Calamity?!) was certainly more astounding, abhorrent, detestable, sordid, heartbreaking … (?! no adjective or adverb would suffice enough) than anything else. Seven serial bomb blasts rocked the entire Western Railway local train route in a span of almost 15 minutes; and Mumbai was bleeding. However, as always, the Mumbaikars (as they proudly call themselves) once again demonstrated their featured and unparalleled unity and fraternity while facing the challenge. Hats off to the Mumbaikars; I feel proud too, I have been a Mumbaikar for almost three months!!

Of Expectations, Reality, and Frustration

“ Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed ” Alexander Pope In today’s cutthroat corporate world, it is not strange to hear people complaining about frustration. I never paid any heed to this phenomenon called “ frustration ,” until the time I experienced it myself. And there have been more than one instances when I have felt utterly frustrated; the latest instance being yesterday night itself. Yesterday’s frustration resulted from a really insignificant and personal reason, and I will cautiously not put it here… However, as always happens after the “ frustration stroke ,” I set out thinking on the reasons. I thought on why I am getting frustrated so much, and so often? Why don’t I have the same attitude and vigor of enjoying life as it comes, as I used to do some years back when I was in college? Why do things not happen the way I “ EXPECT ” them to happen? Alternatively, did things really happen they way I expected them to happen earlier? If not,

Reminiscing Ernest Hemingway

“There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.” - Michel Eyquem de Montaigned, French philosopher and essayist, in “ Of Cannibals ,” Chapter XXX You have struggled for that one thing all through your life; that exalted moment of triumph and rejoice, that construct of ecstasy, that unapproachable slice of conquest and victory… Then, when you have almost reached the end of your journey (and you know that this might be your last chance), victory suddenly comes to you, but goes off in a jiffy, before you can cling to it… Read further if this sounds interesting…