Steve Jobs... His Three Outstanding Stories to the World

On following your heart, making your own decisions and adding them up when it matters :

...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.

On the three things life indiscriminately distributes to us all:

Loss 

It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. 

Love

...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.

and Death

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.

I remember reading the following as part of an article in our uni mag Kemcol 2010. It struck me then as it does now, listening to this video. I even quoted it in a post... I didn't know then of course that they were Jobs' words:

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.

'Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish'

-Steve Jobs

What an amazing legendary person. He inspires you MACnanimously, in so many ways*.

He's gotten me thinking; on loving your work, thinking with your own head, ambitions, struggle, determination... 

I haven't been working in med school, like I've really wanted to at all, it's a realisation that struck me hard a few months ago. I've stopped creatively thinking, questioning, being inquisitive... being hungry for being a doctor... even though this has truly been what I've always wanted. It is what I want. 
I've been putting my mind to it now, and coming across this awe-inspiring Jobs vid couldn't have been timed better.

If there's a right time it's now, if there's a person's words to draw inspiration from, they're his:

It's time to

.....Yes sir! *Crunch!*

* He did though frown upon charity, refuse to acknowledge his daughter as his own and pay less than he should have to a friend. Let's try not to draw inspiration from that... shall we :P

Belatedly Saying...

I've been meaning to get this done but I was too whirled up in uni stuff...

A Big, chunky sparkly

to JEAN!!!!! A new visitor!!! On this blog.. yeah this. And she left a comment. A comment I tell you :P. A wonderful comment, that I'll surely get to replying!! So welcome to my blog Jean!!! :) 

(I almost fainted when I read your comment I was so happy hehehe ) 

and of course a sparkly, flowery ;p 

to Laura!!! for always reaching out when I'm in the blues :))))) Thanksss Laura!!! Your so niceeeee!!!! :)))

Wow

Yesterday's class Talawat was SO Brilliant! It was amazing! The rhythm, voice, tone.. perfect! Incredible! I went into reminiscence of Saudia and Harm... 
If you're raising eyebrows hey I had to write about it's awesomeness somewhere... intentionally not being in our class's cheap fb group has its occasional disadvantages!

Hope to hear it again. Praise for the person.

Reminscence of Yesteryears

Sometimes it's a song. Sometimes it's a place. They light up so many warm, colored memories inside you. Memories you've shared with special people, memories just seen by you. They're just so many flashes, so many good times, jokes you remember laughing at, shows you remember watching together everyday. You have reminscence of innocent, slower days when your laugh used to be pure and true, your smile wide and stretched, your eyes sparkling with life.

Sometimes it's a photo of long gone days. A snowy day in Cardiff...  the annual Alladin play... baking cookies in school... hot fish and chips wrapped in a newspaper roll by Sabahat's dad... their bathtub overflowing with yet-to-be peeled potatoes... gifts from the city mosque on Eid... birthday parties... gold star stickers... dentist visits... cbbc after school... cotton eyed joe... Saturday Night...Wannabe by Spice girls playing loud from the neighbours' radio... library visits every Sunday... going skating down the road infront of my house...  

You just wish... you could close your eyes and go back to those days, hold them tight and warm, never let them go so that they could happen again n again n stay for ever more.

You wish you could tell everuone about those jokes those moments... wish they could laugh and cry with you whilst you recalled.

You shut your eyes. You see those days. You miss those days.

Sometimes... Everybody does.

:(

Saddy stressed me :'(

I want to go away, for some hols... :(

Fraternity at KE

SO we've been helping F.AK sell KE-logo-imprinted Mugs at zero point for some days, for 'AKHUWAT KE CHAPTER'. The experience lead us to realize that KE has:

Buy a MUG and help the POOR

----) People who are born to just comment and do nothing! grrr :/

----) People who have the largest of hearts, and warmly spend when they hear the name 'charity' even without seeing the mug :)

----) People who have NO etiquettes and sadly haven't been taught not to sneer/snigger in public at others :/

----) People who are willing to stop and listen politely to what you say, even if they cant buy :)

----) People who might seem kinda whacky or proud but who yank out cash cause they surprisingly have a big heart hidden inside them :)))))

----) People who have been blessed with huge TALENT, yet they think charity is LAME, and make g.r.o.s.s. faces when they hear the word :/ :/ (SERIOUSLY! It was like we were asking them to step onto dung or something :0) I pity these talented ones the most!

----) People who spend AAAAAlot on food and at the funfair but who furiously shake their heads when it comes to charity :0

----) People who didn't have the cash then but who went and borrowed it, and came back to get a mug awwww :))))))))) 

----) People who reply instantly with a yes on texts :) and those who don't bother to rep back :0

----)People who have great courtesy and buy the mug only cause they know you, and are willing to help you, and cause they're great colleagues :))))))))))))))))))

 

May Allah accept our efforts.

It was a huge eye opener, this experience. We learnt that complete strangers can be so polite and generous, or utterly rude; and that people you know can be extremely cold or exceedingly warm. That people you've judged to be arrogant are actually quite generous and that people you believe were nice, aren't so.

I'm glad I've learned that. Amusing. :D

In Loving Memory of the 10 Martyred Sailors and Rangers of PAF Mehran Air Base

IN MEMORY OF THE SONS OF THIS SOIL, WHO LAID DOWN THEIR LIVES

FOR ALL OF US

:'(((((

No... please... not again...

A mother crying on the tele.

Martyred Lieutenant Syed Yasir Abbas
May He Rest in Peace, and his life not go in waste. Ameen.

Another terrorist attack...

Young brave people...of my country... dead.
Assets... of this country... earned so painstakingly... burnt.

Flames. Sorrow. Grief.
Lives gone.
A mother crying on the tele.
Mourning. Despair. Shock. Sadness. The 'Know' that it'll happen again.

This isn't happening ANYWHERE else.
It's only PAKISTAN.
Suicide attacks, bombs, attacks on our own men, women children, it doesn't make SENSE.
No sense in why it's happening.
No sense in why it's happening in PAKISTAN.
This was NOT our war.
Yet we're the ones suffering the most.
Quietly. Without the rest of the World CARING THE LEAST.
Suffering.
...as I hear a mother crying on the tele...

Uh oh

Ok... I put in my friend's usb, had to scan it for viruses...did... and the DAMN anti virus program deleted everything on the usb.

I'm in trouble.

Nobody tell Z.S.. Please. :s

DIL TOU RONA NAHIN

I am NOT a music fan... various reasons; There's religious... n then taste... I'm not into all those mushy romantic songs ppl have saved in their cells (My two exceptions: I really really really like When you Say Nothing at All- Ronan Keating and At the beginning -from Anastasia)... I hate those terrible Bollywood songs that are waaaaaaaay too in nowadays (anybody say Munni and I'm grabbing a dagger!)

Ai Jawan- Pure Pakistani-ism at its best!

What I love to hear are Pak-patriotic songs like Dil sai, Junoon, Ai Jawan, Tera Karam Molla, Hum hain Pakistani ...Beautiful beautiful songs, that have so many memories and so much meaning to them... Aww reminds you of the superb 90s don't they.. :') Yeah so anything patriotic gets me going. And of course sport songs!! Wavin Flag, Waka Waka, Stand up for the Champions... or songs on life like It's my life, Summer of 69, MJ's Beat it, Black or White, Heal the World...

But I came across this vid. It's lyrics are very touching! AND IT'S SHOT AT KE!!!!! Like WOW!!

The vid makes KE look like some sort of ultra cool palace!
It's so encouraging that yes, you still have time to fulfil all those ambitions you've dreamt up, all those wishes you've hoped would come true...

And then I came across this; the same song, sung slowly with shots of the terrible earthquake we went through a few years back:

Now This vid really inspired me. There are so many people who have to go through so much. Look at what they have to face. Dead families. Lost limbs. I can't imagine having to go through that.
I'm going to work hard now, so that I can help people like that, whenever they need me. I'll try to dry as much tears as I can. Dil tou Rona Nahin.

God bless Pakistan. Forever and Ever. May we have PEACE.

Politics

I like our girls' rep. She's v. supportive, is always bright when you meet her and doesn't get angry a bit when you bombard her with texts about tests. She's not the bravest person but she's got a lot of good in her.

Now I know with experience that some of the girls in our class (think annoying attitudes plus wheezy whines plus constant complaints) are hard to deal with. I mean, the class vid, halloween, cine star... my friends and I got a huge thumbs up for them all... WE know what we had to go through to get all those jobs done. Some girls just don't have their own opinions, they can never make a decision on time, they act too sophisticated to care when you ask them to take part in a class event (even though they're the loudest loudspeakers when it comes to discussing that our class lags in events and unity! *hypocrites*!)

Now one of these girls came up to me with a political proposal that shocked me.

If you've read a particular post of mine or read my 3 points on the Left hand side, you'd know I'm heavily against politics. Of any kind. Of any sort. It's wrong. It's unfair. It's mean. And it leaves an undeserving someone hurt.

I'm not going to write what she said. All I'll say is that I defended our rep. And I told the girl how it was natural for someone to get angry with her when her participation's zero and complaint level sky high. 

Her proposal was I admit, tempting. But cause of the impossibly dry moods and sophisticated mannerisms of fellow female classmates, and the hypocrisy that I just witnessed,  my answer was and is, no.

O! OO! OOOO! CLASS DIARY!!!!!

It's coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Class Diary that I went COMPLETELY N.U.T.S. over to make is coming!!! I'm SO psyched!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Sadaf was the first to mention it. SHE MADE MY DAY with her words :))))

Anyway, I've mentioned quite a fair few names in the class diary. AND have been through A LOT OF KHAP to  get all those names right!

I've measured every sentence right down to the very last exclamation mark, to make sure no one feels offended.

I've banged my head to come up with good humour bits.

I've edited n edited n edited it so that I could include as many ppl as possible. 

So if A.L.L. of them DON'T come up to me to say that the class diary was nice (Yeah I know nice is an understatement :P :P:P but I'll suffice with ANYTHING, ANYTHING!) I. will. explode. 

with indignation n anger.

It's all about having  etiquettes.

Frustrations... and I'm not on FB any more to vent out my feelings. :-/ 

Grief

I was passing our hospital's ER when I saw...

A man holding tightly to a loved one, crying his heart out. Sobbing, weeping. Clutching for some hope; some warmth; some life, to compensate the one that had been lost.

Everyone was walking past, carefree of his sorrows or rather too caring for their own. The cars drove. The passers-by walked.

And he stood there, clutching and weeping.
Over death.

And though I felt a strong urge to hug or console him in some way, I too like everyone else, walked on.
Too carefree of his sorrow? Or too caring of my own?

                                                                           *****
If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery.  He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does.  In place of this we have death.  ~Charles Sanders Peirce

It's It's It's ..........HERE!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


I PASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


WHAT A DAY!!! IM JUST EXHAUSTED, BUT SOOO HAPPY! THANKYOU ALLAH TALA, THANKYOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!

A BIG THANKS TO FAMILY, FRIENDS AND ABEER WHO PRAYED!
AND A HUGE THANKS TO LAURA, WHO CALMED ME WHEN I WAS FRANTIC :p;p;p;p

It's unbelievable: I Passed

(Can't help feelin for those who didn't make it in the first attempt, especially biochem-ers. Strength to them!)

Bummer Days-1

I'm not taiz by nature, and a lot of the world is.

There, I said it!

Lemme give an example, when there's a bunch of students and myself, waiting to get onto the pu bus.. I'm usually the one who gets pushed around. I might have been standing somewhere waaaaaaay infront, but thanks to everyone around me pushing to make way for themselves, I'm almost always the last to get up the bus. And that rule holds for any line. Like in a shop, getting out of a place... I dunno, I think it's polite to give  way, and to wait. Why the rush? We're all going to make it aren't we? Why the rudeness?

Anyway, this rule of mine sort of defines how I've dealt with all the other things in my life. 

And (well uptil now) I've been so proud of that! 

In wanting to achieve my life's ambitions, I've never elbowed people out. I've waited and given them space. Contrary, to most students, I haven't fretted about how well someone else is doing. I've wanted the best for myself, naturally, but that desire never turned into leg-pulling or down playing other people. I always had (and still have) this indestructible belief that, God WILL reward you, for playing things clean. That leg-pulling someone now, would have fate leg-pull you in the future.

Don't think bad or harm others in whatever you pursue, and you'll succeed.


Yeah stay simple. Saadhay.

When med school started, the thing that bothered me the most was its survival of the fittest atmos. That you had to be sharp, aware, well-informed, competitive if you wanted to survive. Trust me, the shrewdness of some people here, literally scared me. Geeeeez I wasn't like them! LOLz, I remember flunking my first physio oral, cause I had no idea that we were having one! Anyway, I made some loyal friends, and things worked out :D

The e.v.e.n.t.s. that happened recently, have made me realize, I mean really realize that yes people can be very taiz and selfish to the point of elbowing other people out and crushing their rights. That there are people who think it's ok to do whatever, to get what they want for themselves. That they can turn you into sheesh kabab and have no regret.

It was this realisation that made yesterday, and a few days before, total bummers.
It hurt. It really did.
When it happened a few days before, confused, I told my friends that it would be best to ignore. 

But then, this certain someone did it again.  

Ouch. shock. hurt.

'You've got to make a stand for your right, because you deserve this more than any one,' Zuzu said to me today. And now, hit twice, I think Zuzu's right. 

I'm out of my thinking-limbo: It's time to take a clear stand.

“You fight for your rights when your rights are being denied. When the building is on fire, you don't stand by and let the building burn down and say we'll fight the fire another day.”

-Robert Gilbert

It's time to believe.

Bummer Days

God, the last two days have been.... ugggggh absolutely NOT amusing!
You know, when things aren't going your way at ALL.

Events happening one after another left me sad and angry... But, thanks to some quiet reflection and my superb friends, I'm feeling all better :).

Still, I'd like to recall some of these happenings, and vent out my emotions. Hey, what else is a blog for? :P

Frantic

+

+

... If Lindsay Lohan was zapped into a jam bottle, with nothing but a fly for company, no air hole, and a toast knocking rudely on the bottle for a share of jam...

I think she'd feel

=

Which is what I'm feeling right now.
Our result's coming! :-s
*The above quoted example may seem a bit awesome stretched. Proof I'm feeling frantic.

THIRD YEAR!!!

Third Year's Here!

Third year mubaaraak!

*&*?!&! Third year!!!

Steths.Wards.

Coughing Patients.Frowning docs.

And me in an overall(Finally!) :P 

Yeah Third year is here wooo!!

The routine's been sort of tough. And ward time a bit confusing. But there's nothing that can replace the feel of stepping into a hospital. :)

My first few days have been humbling. We meet surreal surgeons that just have this aura around them of being all-knowing. And you wonder... will I ever be like that? Humbling. You see poorly dressed patients coughing their hearts out. And you wonder... will I ever know what's wrong with them n give them the best cure? Humbling.

Annnnnyway! After two crazy days of weighing out all our options, zuzu n I have changed our batch. It wasn't planned... fate had it done for us. N considering how many cfs want a batch change but can't get one,we feel real lucky. Lets hope it all goes well!

Oh, n let's not forget our class elections. IQ's our gr, which wasn't a surprise. GO IQ! :D What was, was the other gr candidate! hehe lolz :DD! Made all of us go lol!
As far as cr-ship went, turns out the candidate I'd have liked, didn't win... hence preventing a much needed revolution from happening. Oh well. Everything works out for the best I guess. And everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves. :)

I'm down with flu, temperature and a sore throat. With that, here's to the start of a new year. I hope it goes well! (...goes off the gargle with hot water....) 
  

Hmm.. sometimes...

Hmm.. sometimes...

People really close to you may do a really mean thing to you. It's so unexpected. And you just end up thinking... why?
Sigh.
Life is awkward sometimes.
(shrugging) Oh well.