Sonya Syed

Emotional attachment or attachment of any kind with either material things or humans are many times cause of pain and the biggest impediments in taking rational and just decisions. These decisions in themselves are not tough but our attachment to their content makes it difficult for us to decide. I too have taken a major decision, at first it appeared rather impossible but on close inspection when a certain threshold of apprehension and attachment was reached fear immediately subsided and everything fell into its place and emerged therefrom a peaceful and focused answer. What shall be the modus operandi when one has exhausted all mortal resources to manifest few things in life, should we continue to fight, be in a rut and resist the reality or should we surrender and do whatever this moment requires us to do? I don’t have answers to any of these questions because our mortal mind is so limited in its capacity to see the reality (reality with the capital R) of everything that even ...

Thank you Naved for your suggestions I shall read David Copperfield, as for Runaway Jury I have read it and must I say what an incredible book it is, a very fine thriller indeed. Mornings are always bright, beautiful and beckoning hope; I am the best in mind, body & spirit in the earliest hours of the day however as the time passes further ahead things do begin to slow down a bit. But never mind at this very moment it is morning and this is what all there is. Patience begins with tolerance and understanding for others’ behaviour and bearing everything with grace; nevertheless, there are instances when one would like to explode due to rage. These are the times when all spiritual data should come into force and result in peace, forbearance and compassion not only for others but also for ourselves but the point is that do we really want peace and do we really want to come out of our miseries, the answer is NO. We are addicted to our suffering, our pain, our fears, our stress, our an...

I have sent quite a few emails today mostly professional but somehow I feel more real with hand written letters formally on paper, envelopes and postage stamps, there is a sense of tradition there. However the kind of techno developments we have in this age it is not possible for us to ignore them anymore; everything has become very swift, sophisticated and impersonal. The allegedly dark clouds which were hovering over my skies yesterday have given way to a brighter and open day. Things are after all settled so now I am glad to have a better perspective and a clearer mind. Almost for a week I have been reading or at least trying my best to read Bleak House by Charles Dickens, it’s a long novel and I give up reading after six pages into the book and then began again. He is such a renowned author that having such an attitude towards his work makes me feel somewhat impolite. Occasionally it is fine to read spiritual material or books of insights into human nature but not always, every s...

Language when fails you, when thoughts disagree to materialize and the emotions get stuck up at a singular place then this I would say is my current state of mind. Reasons for the condition might not be acknowledged or appreciated by others because how I perceive something is entirely different as to how others look at it; something which is a triviality for others might be substantial for me. Of all the skills that I have learned during my life one is left and that would be my ability to deal with the emotions of others, I just cannot desensitize myself I have to feel whatever is there for me to feel which at times is totally unnecessary. It’s fine when one is sensitive but being highly sensitive is a curse. In the latter case one goes through needless and avoidable suffering but what to do if one is manufactured in this way. Prayers for a miracle to alter this inherent trait is the only possible solution that I could think of. By the way I had two out of the blue anti-tetanus vacc...

It’s a beautiful evening here in Karachi, light breezes, bright and sunny yet not too warm, just perfect. The rain hasn’t fallen onto our land till now; however, the way wind is blowing it appears that monsoon is just around the corner. Monsoon is a blessing for the children here and not so much of a favourite amongst the adults. Karachi although has inherent beauty and grace but like human face it requires constant maintenance and care. Albeit there have been a flood of overheads and underpasses, thousands of tree plantations within this metropolitan however these are merely cosmetic changes; they are similar to several cosmetic surgeries done on a 60 year old person’s face who has unhealthy eating habits, who is a chain smoker and an alcoholic so whatever beauty procedures you would do on such face would not last for long, and sooner than later the ugliness, the scars and marks of such surgeries would appear. And one of such scars become evident in Karachi when the monsoon season ...

Just by making few simple alterations in the room everything looks fresh & crisp. Small chores at home take up most of the time; the simplest & the most basic room in the house is mom’s its very easy to manage on the other hand my room although not filled with too much stuff yet its not easy to handle every corner of it. I just changed the bed cover in both my and Amma’s room; in her room it took me effortless 5-8 minutes whereas my covers took 15-20 minutes and with lot of effort and roaming around the room. Conflict or disagreement even within 10 miles radius of me disturbs my functioning in every respect; I become lethargic and sulky. Then I ask myself where I could get an environment where all is love, peace & bliss 24/7, 365 days a year. The only place which comes to the mind then is heaven however the irony is that we live on this earth where change is inevitable, where there are different people coming together from different situations with their particular mindset...

Before saying anything else I shall first thank all of you from the depths of my heart for showing me your immense love towards our blog. All I can say is that I am humbled but at the same time I also feel more responsible for what I shall write. The sleep once again dominates the mind but there is also a desire to talk and until that is done it shall keep me restless. I thought that today I shall be in a better form yet the body is still exhausted from the works of yesterday and some of its continuation today. Fridays are great, Saturdays are exceptional but Sundays they depress me or drains me of all the energy. It could be due to the Monday which shall soon barge in and signals to us another week of work and interaction with an outside world. If I ever to get in power I am going to make Monday an optional holiday without any pay cuts. For me this week is going to bring with itself several prospects of work but how much fruitful they are it is yet to be seen. There was a time when...