That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug.Thursday, May 29, 2008
My Lightning Bug
That wasn't serendipity. That's destiny. My mother wasn't there anymore. It's stark, pitch-dark. Colossal, abysmal despair. Then, I found her: My Lightning Bug.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Dara and Sara: Such a DOOOOOOOOOOOOLLY!
I love this dolly. She isn’t just a dolly. She’s a Dolly Goddess!
Dara and Sara
Sara likes science very much and sometimes carries out experiments in their basement. She is very good at sports. She is a fan of football and plays table tennis. She wishes to became a teacher when she grows up.Dara and Sara
Dara is also a fan of football, but he also likes wrestling. He is an adventurous boy, sometimes Sara accompanies him and they go on missions!In his dreams he becomes an astronaut or an archeologist.Dara and Sara
Dara and Sara live in an old garden house. There is a small pool in the middle of the yard with lots of gold fish. They also have a hen and chicks and a cat. Their cat is naughty, so they have to take a good care of the chicks and the fish.Dara and Sara
Dara and Sara are Iranian. They are twins and eight years old. Their mother is a housewife. She is their best advisor and helps them out in their troubles. Their father works in Iran Cultural Heritage Organization .Therefore they have the chance to travel to different parts of Iran with their father, see the sightseeing, know the tradition, wear the customs and learn about that region.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Cuckoo
1: a largely grayish-brown European bird (Cuculus canorus) that is a parasite given to laying its eggs in the nests of other birds which hatch them and rear the offspring; broadly : any of a large family (Cuculidae of the order Cuculiformes) to which this bird belongs2: the call of the cuckoo
3: a silly or slightly crackbrained person
The Cuckoo's Egg: Tracking a Spy Through the Maze of Computer Espionage
Cliff Stoll was an astronomer turned systems manager at Lawrence Berkeley Lab when a 75-cent accounting error alerted him to the presence of an unauthorized user on his system. The hacker's code name was "Hunter" -- a mystery invader hiding inside a twisting electronic labyrinth, breaking into U.S. computer systems and stealing sensitive military and security information. Stoll began a one-man hunt of his own, spying on the spy -- and plunged into an incredible international probe that finally gained the attention of top U.S. counterintelligence agents. The Cuckoo's Egg is his wild and suspenseful true story -- a year of deception, broken codes, satellites, missile bases, and the ultimate sting operation -- and how one ingenious American trapped a spy ring paid in cash and cocaine,and reporting to the KGB.A sentimental favorite, The Cuckoo's Egg seems to have inspired a whole category of books exploring the quest to capture computer criminals. Still, even several years after its initial publication and after much imitation, the book remains a good read with an engaging story line and a critical outlook, as Clifford Stoll becomes, almost unwillingly, a one-man security force trying to track down faceless criminals who've invaded the university computer lab he stewards. What first appears as a 75-cent accounting error in a computer log is eventually revealed to be a ring of industrial espionage, primarily thanks to Stoll's persistence and intellectual tenacity.
Astrophysicist Stoll's pursuit of a hacker trying to access American computer networks led to the discovery of a West German spy ring. "A quest that reads with the tension and excitement of a fictional thriller," asserted PW . "Although best appreciated by the computer literate, even illiterates should be able to follow the technical complexities with little difficulty."
GIRLS -- MUST-READ: Staying Safe Online
Staying Safe OnlineGo to the following URLs, please:
http://usa.kaspersky.com/products_services/Safe_Online_0906.pdf
http://www.staysafeonline.info/
http://www.staysafe.org/
http://www.haltabuse.org/resources/online.shtml
http://www.getsafeonline.org/
http://www.wiredsafety.org/safety/index.html
Comment posted by Kristen Bjorg
at 5/28/2008 2:24:00 PM
Thank you for that Maqsood,I trust the information you are giving us to stay safe Online.You are a very reliable person,I feel.And you care about people,it shows by the way you do things for them,like this post packed full of information.
Now,as for me to read it all and retain the informations,that's a whole different matter.LOL.
Comment posted by Maqsood Qureshi
at 5/29/2008 2:32:00 AM
Kristen -- Ma'am: Thanks! LOL
Information Security: The Story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves
I tell this story to all my Information Security students. Reread this story. It’s all the elements of Information Security, Hacking, Social Engineering, Impersonation etc. in it. Go back to folklore – folks! :-)The Story of ‘Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves
Stories from the Thousand and One Nights
Over the Rainbow
When all the world is a hopeless jumbleAnd the raindrops tumble all around
Heaven opens a magic lane
When all the clouds darken up the skyway
There's a rainbow highway to be found
Leading from your window pane
To a place behind the sun
Just a step beyond the rain
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why oh why can't I?
There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why oh why can't I?
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Pet Shop, Abu Dhabi
Royal Python -- Nine hundred dirhams!Emperor Scorpion -- Three hundred dirhams!
Petz n Stuff
Al Mariah Cinema Mall
Abu Dhabi
Nine hundred dirhams! That's outrageous! I'd get a Krait or Cobra for five hundred rupees in India!
Anyway, get this Scorpion girls -- it's a perfect creature -- such a beauty -- get over your phobia of creepy-crawly things! :-)
Handling an Emperor scorpion:
http://johnbokma.com/mexit/2008/03/20/handling-pandinus-imperator.html
Caring for your Emperor Scorpion:
http://www.aqua-terra-vita.com/EmperorScorpionsWP/Care.html
More information:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emperor_scorpion
http://www.goldenphoenixexotica.com/scorp.html
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Paradox: so the turtle wins the race!
Aristotle and Zeno
The great Greek philosopher Aristotle set the rules of logic, the way of reasoning, more than 2000 years ago. Soon, however, it turned out that something is wrong with the picture of the world Aristotle created. It became evident after Zeno of Elea had produced his famous paradoxes, i.e. results of reasoning (using of logic) which conflict with experience in the real world. It was a pretty big scandal, as Aristotle was a highly honored scholar of ancient Greece.
One of the best known paradoxes of Zeno is about Achilles and the turtle:
Since Achilles was noted for his swiftness and the turtle for its slowness, the turtle is given a head start when they race each other. Zeno argues that Achilles first must reach the point where the turtle was initially. By then, the turtle will have moved beyond that point. Now the situation is the same as it was at the start of the race. The turtle has a head start on Achilles. Achilles must again reach the point where the turtle was (when Achilles reached the point where the turtle got his first head start). But by the time he arrived, the turtle has moved on. Now the situation is the same as it was at the start of the race. The turtle has a head start on Achilles. And so on. Achilles can never catch, let alone pass, the turtle, so the turtle wins the race!
Incredible! But it seems to be O.K. as far as the reasoning is concerned. The
Greeks went nuts.
The thing to blame for this tragedy is called infinity. Indeed, when we say ”and
so on”, we mean that one can do the same thing over and over again infinitely many
times! But then (it makes sense, or what!) it will never end!
This is not true.
We can explain this using a notion from Calculus, so-called geometric series:
Let q be a positive number less than 1. Then the infinite sum
1 + q + q2 + q3 + q4 + · · · + qn−1 + . . .
is meaningful, and we can calculate its value using the formula
1 + q + q2 + q3 + · · · + qn−1 + · · · =
1
1 − q
.
The solution of the above paradox is maybe better understandable with specific
distances and speeds given. Let’s say, that the original head start for the turtle is
100 yards, and that Achilles can run 10 times as fast as the turtle, thus
vAchilles = 10vturtle.
In this case, by the time Achilles reaches the turtle’s starting point, the turtle has
moved 10 = 100
10 = 100×0.1 yards from that point. By the time Achilles reaches the
110-yard point of the race, the turtle will be at 111 = 100+100×0.1+100×(0.1)2
yards. When Achilles is at 111 yards, the turtle is at 111.1 = 100 + 100 × 0.1 +
100 × (0.1)2 + 100 × (0.1)3 yards, and so on. As the race progresses, the turtle is
heading for the point at exactly
100 + 100 × 0.1 + 100 × (0.1)2 + 100 × (0.1)3 + · · · + 100 × (0.1)n−1 + · · · =
= 100 × (1 + 0.1 + (0.1)2 + (0.1)3 + · · · + (0.1)n−1 + . . . ) =
= 100
1
1 − 0.1
=
1000
9
= 111.111 . . . yards.
When they both get to that point, Achilles will catch the turtle at 111.111 . . .
yards, pass it in the next instant, and go on to win the race. Hence, there is no
paradox.
The great Greek philosopher Aristotle set the rules of logic, the way of reasoning, more than 2000 years ago. Soon, however, it turned out that something is wrong with the picture of the world Aristotle created. It became evident after Zeno of Elea had produced his famous paradoxes, i.e. results of reasoning (using of logic) which conflict with experience in the real world. It was a pretty big scandal, as Aristotle was a highly honored scholar of ancient Greece.
One of the best known paradoxes of Zeno is about Achilles and the turtle:
Since Achilles was noted for his swiftness and the turtle for its slowness, the turtle is given a head start when they race each other. Zeno argues that Achilles first must reach the point where the turtle was initially. By then, the turtle will have moved beyond that point. Now the situation is the same as it was at the start of the race. The turtle has a head start on Achilles. Achilles must again reach the point where the turtle was (when Achilles reached the point where the turtle got his first head start). But by the time he arrived, the turtle has moved on. Now the situation is the same as it was at the start of the race. The turtle has a head start on Achilles. And so on. Achilles can never catch, let alone pass, the turtle, so the turtle wins the race!
Incredible! But it seems to be O.K. as far as the reasoning is concerned. The
Greeks went nuts.
The thing to blame for this tragedy is called infinity. Indeed, when we say ”and
so on”, we mean that one can do the same thing over and over again infinitely many
times! But then (it makes sense, or what!) it will never end!
This is not true.
We can explain this using a notion from Calculus, so-called geometric series:
Let q be a positive number less than 1. Then the infinite sum
1 + q + q2 + q3 + q4 + · · · + qn−1 + . . .
is meaningful, and we can calculate its value using the formula
1 + q + q2 + q3 + · · · + qn−1 + · · · =
1
1 − q
.
The solution of the above paradox is maybe better understandable with specific
distances and speeds given. Let’s say, that the original head start for the turtle is
100 yards, and that Achilles can run 10 times as fast as the turtle, thus
vAchilles = 10vturtle.
In this case, by the time Achilles reaches the turtle’s starting point, the turtle has
moved 10 = 100
10 = 100×0.1 yards from that point. By the time Achilles reaches the
110-yard point of the race, the turtle will be at 111 = 100+100×0.1+100×(0.1)2
yards. When Achilles is at 111 yards, the turtle is at 111.1 = 100 + 100 × 0.1 +
100 × (0.1)2 + 100 × (0.1)3 yards, and so on. As the race progresses, the turtle is
heading for the point at exactly
100 + 100 × 0.1 + 100 × (0.1)2 + 100 × (0.1)3 + · · · + 100 × (0.1)n−1 + · · · =
= 100 × (1 + 0.1 + (0.1)2 + (0.1)3 + · · · + (0.1)n−1 + . . . ) =
= 100
1
1 − 0.1
=
1000
9
= 111.111 . . . yards.
When they both get to that point, Achilles will catch the turtle at 111.111 . . .
yards, pass it in the next instant, and go on to win the race. Hence, there is no
paradox.
Shravan Kumar: Story
Shravan Kumar belonged to the time when King Dashratha ruled Ayodhya. He was born of poor and blind parents, but they had brought him up remarkably well. He was strong healthy and honest, and he had a good character. He bore sincere love and respect for his parents. He was also a great devotee of God. Everyday he worked hard to make his parents as comfortable and happy. In his leisure time he prayed to God and attended to his poor, blind and aging parents.
One day his parents told him that they had become quite aged. They, therefore, wanted him to take them to the various places of pilgrimage : this could make them fully satisfied and give them abundant peace of mind. It is a typical Hindu belief that a pilgrimage to the various shrines and holy places under- taken in old age, purifies the soul and takes one nearer to one's Maker ere the icy hand of Death touches one. To a Hindu mind nothing is more precious, than becoming one with the great Maker of this Universe.
In those days means of transport were scarce and costly, and Shravan Kumar could not afford to hire- them. He, therefore, decided to place his parents in two baskets and carry the baskets on his shoulder to the places of pilgrimage. He took a strong bamboo- stick, at its two ends he tied the two baskets with strong ropes, and placed his father in one of the baskets and his mother in the other. Carrying on his shoulder this bamboo stick with a basket at either end, Shravan started on the pilgrimage.
After having visited a few places of pilgrimage, he found himself on the banks of the sacred river Sharayu. Pleased with the beautiful scenery around. he decided to take a little rest there, with his parents. Shravan then placed the baskets in the shade of a tree.
And after describing the beauties of the scene to his blind parents, he told them that he wanted to take a dip in the river Sharayu. The bath was sure to refresh him. His parents asked Sharavan to take his bath leisurely: they also asked him to fetch them pitcher of water from the river, for they were feeling thirsty.
Shravan went to the river and had his dip. Now he had to fetch drinking water for his parents, and so he dipped a pitcher into the water. As the pitcher was getting filled, there was that peculiar bubbling sound caused by the air escaping from within.
At that precise time. King Dashratha of Ayodhya. who was on a hunting expedition, happened to be near the spot. Hearing the bubbling sound, the King thought that it was caused by a deer drinking water in the river. Dashratha stood silent for a while and only with the bubbling sound to guide him carefully took aim and shot his arrow. Indeed the arrow hit the target with precision, but the King was astonished to hear the pain-stricken screams of a human being instead of the painful cry of a dying deer. Shravan had become the target of the King's arrow. Injured fatally, he lay screaming in a pool of blood.
The King came to the spot and saw the ghastly mistake he had committed. He repented for his hasty action, but it was too late. He then placed Shravan's head on his lap, and tried to elicit some information about himself. Shravan Kumar told him that he would be dying in a few minutes, but he felt sorry for his blind parents, who were resting in the shade of the tree, waiting for him to quench their thirst. He therefore, requested the King to attend to his old, blind parents. Soon Shravan breathed his last.
Now the King; had to perform the duties of Shravan. He lifted the pitcher and brought it to Shravan's parents and raised it up to the lips of the blind old man. The King did not utter a single word for fear of revealing the stark reality. But the parents would not take water till they heard the familiar voice of their beloved son. So they asked:
"0 dear son. why do you not speak today? Are you angry with us because you have to toil so much to serve up?"
At last King Dashratha had to tell them all that had happened. The parents were unable to bear the grief as their beloved son was no more. They told Dashratha that they could not live in this world with- out their son. They cursed the King that he, too would meet his death caused by the sorrow of separation from his son just as what had happened to them. Shortly afterwards both the parents passed away.
Many years passed, and Dashratha had four sons. The eldest son was Rama. In due course. Dashratha began preparing to crown Rama as the King of Ayodhya so that he could retire to the jungles and live there a peaceful life praying to God. Now Dashratha had given two boons in the past to his wife Kaikeyi. Rama's step-mother. She insisted that the King grant her the boons before crowning Rama. The King hesitated, but had to concede in the end. She demanded that Rama be sent to the forest for fourteen years and her son Bharat be crowned as the king of Ayodhya. The shock of the thought of fourteen years' separation from his son, Rama was so great that Dashratha instantly collapsed and died. And thus the curse of Shravun Kumar's parents came true.
Each wrong is avenged, and each labour rewarded in the grand scheme of things. The story of Shravan bears this out, even as it underlines another great truth, that none, not even the king who rules over the land can escape the consequences of his action. Of course there is the question of time, but what is time when things are viewed in terms of the Infinite?
One day his parents told him that they had become quite aged. They, therefore, wanted him to take them to the various places of pilgrimage : this could make them fully satisfied and give them abundant peace of mind. It is a typical Hindu belief that a pilgrimage to the various shrines and holy places under- taken in old age, purifies the soul and takes one nearer to one's Maker ere the icy hand of Death touches one. To a Hindu mind nothing is more precious, than becoming one with the great Maker of this Universe.
In those days means of transport were scarce and costly, and Shravan Kumar could not afford to hire- them. He, therefore, decided to place his parents in two baskets and carry the baskets on his shoulder to the places of pilgrimage. He took a strong bamboo- stick, at its two ends he tied the two baskets with strong ropes, and placed his father in one of the baskets and his mother in the other. Carrying on his shoulder this bamboo stick with a basket at either end, Shravan started on the pilgrimage.
After having visited a few places of pilgrimage, he found himself on the banks of the sacred river Sharayu. Pleased with the beautiful scenery around. he decided to take a little rest there, with his parents. Shravan then placed the baskets in the shade of a tree.
And after describing the beauties of the scene to his blind parents, he told them that he wanted to take a dip in the river Sharayu. The bath was sure to refresh him. His parents asked Sharavan to take his bath leisurely: they also asked him to fetch them pitcher of water from the river, for they were feeling thirsty.
Shravan went to the river and had his dip. Now he had to fetch drinking water for his parents, and so he dipped a pitcher into the water. As the pitcher was getting filled, there was that peculiar bubbling sound caused by the air escaping from within.
At that precise time. King Dashratha of Ayodhya. who was on a hunting expedition, happened to be near the spot. Hearing the bubbling sound, the King thought that it was caused by a deer drinking water in the river. Dashratha stood silent for a while and only with the bubbling sound to guide him carefully took aim and shot his arrow. Indeed the arrow hit the target with precision, but the King was astonished to hear the pain-stricken screams of a human being instead of the painful cry of a dying deer. Shravan had become the target of the King's arrow. Injured fatally, he lay screaming in a pool of blood.
The King came to the spot and saw the ghastly mistake he had committed. He repented for his hasty action, but it was too late. He then placed Shravan's head on his lap, and tried to elicit some information about himself. Shravan Kumar told him that he would be dying in a few minutes, but he felt sorry for his blind parents, who were resting in the shade of the tree, waiting for him to quench their thirst. He therefore, requested the King to attend to his old, blind parents. Soon Shravan breathed his last.
Now the King; had to perform the duties of Shravan. He lifted the pitcher and brought it to Shravan's parents and raised it up to the lips of the blind old man. The King did not utter a single word for fear of revealing the stark reality. But the parents would not take water till they heard the familiar voice of their beloved son. So they asked:
"0 dear son. why do you not speak today? Are you angry with us because you have to toil so much to serve up?"
At last King Dashratha had to tell them all that had happened. The parents were unable to bear the grief as their beloved son was no more. They told Dashratha that they could not live in this world with- out their son. They cursed the King that he, too would meet his death caused by the sorrow of separation from his son just as what had happened to them. Shortly afterwards both the parents passed away.
Many years passed, and Dashratha had four sons. The eldest son was Rama. In due course. Dashratha began preparing to crown Rama as the King of Ayodhya so that he could retire to the jungles and live there a peaceful life praying to God. Now Dashratha had given two boons in the past to his wife Kaikeyi. Rama's step-mother. She insisted that the King grant her the boons before crowning Rama. The King hesitated, but had to concede in the end. She demanded that Rama be sent to the forest for fourteen years and her son Bharat be crowned as the king of Ayodhya. The shock of the thought of fourteen years' separation from his son, Rama was so great that Dashratha instantly collapsed and died. And thus the curse of Shravun Kumar's parents came true.
Each wrong is avenged, and each labour rewarded in the grand scheme of things. The story of Shravan bears this out, even as it underlines another great truth, that none, not even the king who rules over the land can escape the consequences of his action. Of course there is the question of time, but what is time when things are viewed in terms of the Infinite?
Kaavyaalaya: Hindi Poetry
http://www.manaskriti.com/kaavyaalaya/index.html
Kaavyaalaya is run by Vani Murarka and Vinod Tewary. Vani Murarka is an IT developer and consultant with just a peripheral knowledge of Hindi. Dr. Vinod Tewary is a physicist with pretensions of being a poet or vice versa.
Kaavyaalaya is our personal collection of Hindi poems that we like to share with the world. It is essentially an expression of our love for Hindi poetry with no commercial interests.
History:
Kaavyaalaya was started on Geocities in 1997. It was a self training exercise in web development by Vani Murarka who had a hunch to share her personal collection of Hindi poetry with the world. In 1999 Kaavyaalaya moved to its present address under manaskriti.com. Dr. Vinod Tewary became a part of the Kaavyaalaya team in June 2001.
Ever since its inception Kaavyaalaya has been a highly acclaimed site. It has received appreciation and very warm and enthusiastic response from Hindi lovers all over the world. The entire credit for the success of Kaavyaalaya goes to the poets and their wonderful creations, that grace our Kaavyaalaya.
Kaavyaalaya is run by Vani Murarka and Vinod Tewary. Vani Murarka is an IT developer and consultant with just a peripheral knowledge of Hindi. Dr. Vinod Tewary is a physicist with pretensions of being a poet or vice versa.
Kaavyaalaya is our personal collection of Hindi poems that we like to share with the world. It is essentially an expression of our love for Hindi poetry with no commercial interests.
History:
Kaavyaalaya was started on Geocities in 1997. It was a self training exercise in web development by Vani Murarka who had a hunch to share her personal collection of Hindi poetry with the world. In 1999 Kaavyaalaya moved to its present address under manaskriti.com. Dr. Vinod Tewary became a part of the Kaavyaalaya team in June 2001.
Ever since its inception Kaavyaalaya has been a highly acclaimed site. It has received appreciation and very warm and enthusiastic response from Hindi lovers all over the world. The entire credit for the success of Kaavyaalaya goes to the poets and their wonderful creations, that grace our Kaavyaalaya.
Khumar Barabankvi: Urdu Poet
ek pal me.n ek sadii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
do din kii zindagii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
bhuule hai.n unhe.n raftaa raftaa mudatto.n me.n ham
qishto.n me.n Khud_kushii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
aaGaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
jalate diyo.n me.n jalate gharo.n jaise zau kahaa.N
sarakar raushnii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
vo jaan hii gaye ke hame.n un se pyaar hai
aa.Nkho.n kii muKhbarii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
ha.Nsane kaa shauq ham ko bhii thaa aap kii tarah
ha.Nsiye magar ha.Nsii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
ham taubaa kar ke mar gaye bemaut ai 'Khumar'
tauhiin-e-maikashii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
do din kii zindagii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
bhuule hai.n unhe.n raftaa raftaa mudatto.n me.n ham
qishto.n me.n Khud_kushii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
aaGaaz-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa aap jaaniye
anjaam-e-aashiqii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
jalate diyo.n me.n jalate gharo.n jaise zau kahaa.N
sarakar raushnii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
vo jaan hii gaye ke hame.n un se pyaar hai
aa.Nkho.n kii muKhbarii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
ha.Nsane kaa shauq ham ko bhii thaa aap kii tarah
ha.Nsiye magar ha.Nsii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
ham taubaa kar ke mar gaye bemaut ai 'Khumar'
tauhiin-e-maikashii kaa mazaa ham se puuchhiye
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
Khumar Barabankvi: Urdu Poet
husn jab meharbaa.N ho to kyaa kiijiye
ishq kii maGfirat kii duaa kiijiye
is saliiqe se un se gilaa kiijiye
jab gilaa kijiye ha.Ns diyaa kiijiye
duusaro.n pe agar tabsiiraa kiijiye
saamane aa_iinaa rakh liyaa kiijiye
aap sukh se hai.n tark-e-ta'alluq ke baad
itanii jaldii na ye faisalaa kiijiye
ko_ii dhokhaa na khaa jaaye merii tarah
aise khul ke na sab se milaa kiijiye
aql-o-dil apanii apanii kahe.n jab 'Khumar'
aql kii suniye dil kaa kahaa kiijiye
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
ishq kii maGfirat kii duaa kiijiye
is saliiqe se un se gilaa kiijiye
jab gilaa kijiye ha.Ns diyaa kiijiye
duusaro.n pe agar tabsiiraa kiijiye
saamane aa_iinaa rakh liyaa kiijiye
aap sukh se hai.n tark-e-ta'alluq ke baad
itanii jaldii na ye faisalaa kiijiye
ko_ii dhokhaa na khaa jaaye merii tarah
aise khul ke na sab se milaa kiijiye
aql-o-dil apanii apanii kahe.n jab 'Khumar'
aql kii suniye dil kaa kahaa kiijiye
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
Khumar Barabankvi: Urdu Poet
vahii phir mujhe yaad aane lage hai.n
jinhe.n bhulaane me.n zamaane lage hai.n
vo hai.n paas aur yaad aane lage hai.n
muhabbat ke hosh ab Thikaane lage hai.n
sunaa hai hame.n vo bhulaane lage hai.n
to kyaa ham unhe.n yaad aane lage hai.n
haTaaye the jo raaste se dosto.n kii
vo patthar mere ghar me.n aane lage hai.n
ye kahanaa thaa un se muhabbat hai mujhako
ye kahane me.n mujh ko zamaane lage hai.n
qayaamat yaqiinan qariib aa rahii hai
'Khumar' ab to masjid me.n jaane lage hai.n
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
jinhe.n bhulaane me.n zamaane lage hai.n
vo hai.n paas aur yaad aane lage hai.n
muhabbat ke hosh ab Thikaane lage hai.n
sunaa hai hame.n vo bhulaane lage hai.n
to kyaa ham unhe.n yaad aane lage hai.n
haTaaye the jo raaste se dosto.n kii
vo patthar mere ghar me.n aane lage hai.n
ye kahanaa thaa un se muhabbat hai mujhako
ye kahane me.n mujh ko zamaane lage hai.n
qayaamat yaqiinan qariib aa rahii hai
'Khumar' ab to masjid me.n jaane lage hai.n
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
Khumar Barabankvi: Urdu Poet
mujh ko shikast-e-dil kaa mazaa yaad aa gayaa
tum kyo.n udaas ho kyaa yaad aa gayaa
kahane ko zindagii thii bahut muKhtasar magar
kuchh yuu.N basar huii ke Khudaa yaad aa gayaa
vaa_iz salaam le ke chalaa maikade ko mai.n
firdaus-e-gum_shudaa kaa pataa yaad aa gaya
barase baGair hii jo ghaTaa ghir ke khul ga_ii
ek bevafaa kaa ahd-e-vafaa yaad aa gayaa
maa.Nge.nge ab duaa ke use bhuul jaaye.n ham
lekin jo vo bevaqt-e-duaa yaad aa gayaa
hairat hai tum ko dekh ke masjid me.n ai 'Khumar'
kyaa baat ho ga_ii jo Khudaa yaad aa gayaa
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
tum kyo.n udaas ho kyaa yaad aa gayaa
kahane ko zindagii thii bahut muKhtasar magar
kuchh yuu.N basar huii ke Khudaa yaad aa gayaa
vaa_iz salaam le ke chalaa maikade ko mai.n
firdaus-e-gum_shudaa kaa pataa yaad aa gaya
barase baGair hii jo ghaTaa ghir ke khul ga_ii
ek bevafaa kaa ahd-e-vafaa yaad aa gayaa
maa.Nge.nge ab duaa ke use bhuul jaaye.n ham
lekin jo vo bevaqt-e-duaa yaad aa gayaa
hairat hai tum ko dekh ke masjid me.n ai 'Khumar'
kyaa baat ho ga_ii jo Khudaa yaad aa gayaa
-- Khumar Barabankvi / Urdu Poet
Kaif Bhopali: Urdu Poet
kaun aayegaa yahaa.N ko_ii na aayaa hogaa
meraa daravaazaa havaao.n ne hilaayaa hogaa
dil-e-naadaa.N na dha.Dak, ai dil-e-naadaa.N na dha.Dak
ko_ii Khat leke pa.Dosii ke ghar aayaa hogaa
gul se lipaTii hu_ii titalii ko giraakar dekho
aa.Ndhiyo.n tum ne draKhto.n ko giraayaa hogaa
'Kaif' parades me.n mat yaad karo apanaa makaa.N
ab ke baarish me.n use to.D giraayaa hogaa
-- Kaif Bhopali / Urdu Poet
meraa daravaazaa havaao.n ne hilaayaa hogaa
dil-e-naadaa.N na dha.Dak, ai dil-e-naadaa.N na dha.Dak
ko_ii Khat leke pa.Dosii ke ghar aayaa hogaa
gul se lipaTii hu_ii titalii ko giraakar dekho
aa.Ndhiyo.n tum ne draKhto.n ko giraayaa hogaa
'Kaif' parades me.n mat yaad karo apanaa makaa.N
ab ke baarish me.n use to.D giraayaa hogaa
-- Kaif Bhopali / Urdu Poet
Don't Go Far Off
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
-- Pablo Neruda
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
-- Pablo Neruda
Sunday, May 11, 2008
God is my witness
God is my witness. I’m not so lowly. I didn’t lie. Trust me.
There is no need to believe in anything — that is the fundamental of science. That is the scientific approach to reality: do not believe, inquire. The moment you believe, inquiry stops. Keep your mind open — neither believe nor disbelieve. Just remain alert and search and doubt everything until you come to a point which is indubitable — that's what truth is. You cannot doubt it. It is not a question of believing in it, it is a totally different phenomenon. It is so much a certainty, overwhelming you so much, that there is no way to doubt it.
Neither belief nor disbelief . . .
"What I am saying is: neither belief nor disbelief is needed -- because you don't know, so how you believe? and you don't know, so how can you disbelieve? When belief and disbelief are both dropped, there is silence. When belief and disbelief have both disappeared, you are open to truth; then you don't have any prejudice, then your mind is no more projecting. Then you become receptive. Neither believe nor disbelieve. Just be watchful, receptive, open! -- and you will know." -- Walk without feet, Fly without wings and Think without mind / Osho
There is no need to believe in anything — that is the fundamental of science. That is the scientific approach to reality: do not believe, inquire. The moment you believe, inquiry stops. Keep your mind open — neither believe nor disbelieve. Just remain alert and search and doubt everything until you come to a point which is indubitable — that's what truth is. You cannot doubt it. It is not a question of believing in it, it is a totally different phenomenon. It is so much a certainty, overwhelming you so much, that there is no way to doubt it.
Neither belief nor disbelief . . .
"What I am saying is: neither belief nor disbelief is needed -- because you don't know, so how you believe? and you don't know, so how can you disbelieve? When belief and disbelief are both dropped, there is silence. When belief and disbelief have both disappeared, you are open to truth; then you don't have any prejudice, then your mind is no more projecting. Then you become receptive. Neither believe nor disbelieve. Just be watchful, receptive, open! -- and you will know." -- Walk without feet, Fly without wings and Think without mind / Osho
Snake Charmers
Ancient Egypt was home to one form of snake charming, though the practice as it exists today likely arose in India. It eventually spread throughout Southeast Asia, the Middle East, and North Africa. Despite a sort of golden age in the 20th century, snake charming is today in danger of dying out. This is due to a variety of factors, chief among them the recent enforcement of a 1972 law in India banning ownership of serpents. In retaliation, snake charmers have organised in recent years, protesting the loss of their only means of livelihood, and the government has made some overtures to them.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snake_charming
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2002/04/0417_020423_snakecharm.html
Yummy!
Snake charmer: Swallowing the venom from a deadly cobraSqueezing deadly drops of venom from the snakes' fangs and gulping the liquid down.
Love is painful because it creates the way for bliss. Love is painful because it transforms; love is mutation. Each transformation is going to be painful because the old has to be left for the new. The old is familiar, secure, safe, the new is absolutely unknown. You will be moving in an uncharted ocean. You cannot use your mind with the new; with the old, the mind is skillful. The mind can function only with the old; with the new, the mind is utterly useless. Hence, fear arises, and leaving the old, comfortable, safe world, the world of convenience, pain arises. It is the same pain that the child feels when he comes out of the womb of the mother. It is the same pain that the bird feels when he comes out of the egg. It is the same pain that the bird will feel when he will try for the first time to be on the wing. The fear of the unknown, and the security of the known, the insecurity of the unknown, the unpredictability of the unknown, makes one very much frightened. And because the transformation is going to be from the self towards a state of no-self, agony is very deep. But you cannot have ecstasy without going through agony. If the gold wants to be purified, it has to pass through fire. -- Osho
Friday, May 9, 2008
All You Who Sleep Tonight
All you who sleep tonightFar from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
-- Vikram Seth
Comment posted by Kristen Bjorg
at 5/27/2008 4:44:00 PM
That is such a beautiful poem,Maqsood Qureshi,it really touches my heart.Thanks for posting it and your comment on my blog.
I think,by you posting this poem, the reality comes through,and I see you in it. You are very sensitive and care about people.There are relatively few people and far between,like you.
Comment posted by Maqsood Qureshi
at 5/29/2008 2:35:00 AM
Kristen -- Ma'am: I love Vikram Seth. Thanks so much.
All You Who Sleep Tonight
Sunday, May 4, 2008
A Bicycle Built for Two
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
---------------------------------------------
There is a flower
Within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one dayB
By a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me
Or loves me not,Sometimes it's hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot -Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
We will go 'tandem
'As man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!'
Peddling' away
Down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road's dark
We can both despise
P'licemen and 'lamps' as well;
There are 'bright lights’
In the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
I will stand by you
In 'weal' or woe,["weal" means prosperity] Daisy, Daisy!
You'll be the bell(e)
Which I'll ring you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You'll take the 'lead'
In each 'trip' we take,
Then if I don't do well,
I will permit you to
Use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!
by Harry Dacre, 1892
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
---------------------------------------------
There is a flower
Within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one dayB
By a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me
Or loves me not,Sometimes it's hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot -Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
We will go 'tandem
'As man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!'
Peddling' away
Down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road's dark
We can both despise
P'licemen and 'lamps' as well;
There are 'bright lights’
In the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
I will stand by you
In 'weal' or woe,["weal" means prosperity] Daisy, Daisy!
You'll be the bell(e)
Which I'll ring you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You'll take the 'lead'
In each 'trip' we take,
Then if I don't do well,
I will permit you to
Use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!
by Harry Dacre, 1892
A Bicycle Built for Two
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
---------------------------------------------
There is a flower
Within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one dayB
By a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me
Or loves me not,Sometimes it's hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot -Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
We will go 'tandem
'As man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!'
Peddling' away
Down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road's dark
We can both despise
P'licemen and 'lamps' as well;
There are 'bright lights’
In the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
I will stand by you
In 'weal' or woe,["weal" means prosperity] Daisy, Daisy!
You'll be the bell(e)
Which I'll ring you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You'll take the 'lead'
In each 'trip' we take,
Then if I don't do well,
I will permit you to
Use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!
by Harry Dacre, 1892
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
---------------------------------------------
There is a flower
Within my heart,
Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one dayB
By a glancing dart,
Planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me
Or loves me not,Sometimes it's hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot -Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
We will go 'tandem
'As man and wife,
Daisy, Daisy!'
Peddling' away
Down the road of life,
I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road's dark
We can both despise
P'licemen and 'lamps' as well;
There are 'bright lights’
In the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do!
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.
I will stand by you
In 'weal' or woe,["weal" means prosperity] Daisy, Daisy!
You'll be the bell(e)
Which I'll ring you know!
Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You'll take the 'lead'
In each 'trip' we take,
Then if I don't do well,
I will permit you to
Use the brake,
My beautiful Daisy Bell!
by Harry Dacre, 1892
GIRLS -- MUST-READ: LinkScanner Online
http://linkscanner.explabs.com/linkscanner/default.asp
Use LinkScanner Online to inspect:
Links forwarded by friends
Web sites displayed on search results
Any link with suspicious characters or web site you have never visited
Why use LinkScanner Online?
Cybercriminals use "lure" sites to attract web users to sites they have invisibly infected with exploit code. This exploit code is then used to infect users' PCs with drive-by downloads of spyware, rootkits, and other malware.
Just because you click a link doesn't mean you'll land on the site you thought you would
Just because a site looks innocent doesn't mean the underlying code is harmless
Just because a search engine serves up a listing doesn't mean you can trust it
Exploits: What They Are, and How You Can Protect Yourself
http://www.explabs.com/about/resCenter/qa.asp
Use LinkScanner Online to inspect:
Links forwarded by friends
Web sites displayed on search results
Any link with suspicious characters or web site you have never visited
Why use LinkScanner Online?
Cybercriminals use "lure" sites to attract web users to sites they have invisibly infected with exploit code. This exploit code is then used to infect users' PCs with drive-by downloads of spyware, rootkits, and other malware.
Just because you click a link doesn't mean you'll land on the site you thought you would
Just because a site looks innocent doesn't mean the underlying code is harmless
Just because a search engine serves up a listing doesn't mean you can trust it
Exploits: What They Are, and How You Can Protect Yourself
http://www.explabs.com/about/resCenter/qa.asp
GIRLS -- MUST-READ: LinkScanner Online
http://linkscanner.explabs.com/linkscanner/default.asp
Use LinkScanner Online to inspect:
Links forwarded by friends
Web sites displayed on search results
Any link with suspicious characters or web site you have never visited
Why use LinkScanner Online?
Cybercriminals use "lure" sites to attract web users to sites they have invisibly infected with exploit code. This exploit code is then used to infect users' PCs with drive-by downloads of spyware, rootkits, and other malware.
Just because you click a link doesn't mean you'll land on the site you thought you would
Just because a site looks innocent doesn't mean the underlying code is harmless
Just because a search engine serves up a listing doesn't mean you can trust it
Exploits: What They Are, and How You Can Protect Yourself
http://www.explabs.com/about/resCenter/qa.asp
Use LinkScanner Online to inspect:
Links forwarded by friends
Web sites displayed on search results
Any link with suspicious characters or web site you have never visited
Why use LinkScanner Online?
Cybercriminals use "lure" sites to attract web users to sites they have invisibly infected with exploit code. This exploit code is then used to infect users' PCs with drive-by downloads of spyware, rootkits, and other malware.
Just because you click a link doesn't mean you'll land on the site you thought you would
Just because a site looks innocent doesn't mean the underlying code is harmless
Just because a search engine serves up a listing doesn't mean you can trust it
Exploits: What They Are, and How You Can Protect Yourself
http://www.explabs.com/about/resCenter/qa.asp
Fear
Use this fear as a great experience. Go into it lovingly, meditatively, watching, witnessing... without having any prejudice for or against. Go choicelessly into it without any like and dislike.
You have fear -- don't ask why; just look into the fear, go into it, watch. Don't be in a hurry to analyse, to explain, to interpret, because if you bring in your interpretations, your explanations, the purity of the fear will be lost; you will start molding it into certain patterns, to fit into certain theories. You will start giving it shape and form and labels. You will start distorting it -- it will no more be the natural, wild phenomenon that it was. You will start training it, conditioning it, and sooner or later it has to agree with you -- it is your fear. It is your shadow; it is bound to agree with you. But you have destroyed a beautiful experience that may have led you into new spaces.
Let this fear which has no object become the object itself. Don't ask why -- why you are afraid. This is a wrong question. Ask 'What is this fear?' Ask what it is not to find an explanation but to go deep in it: What is this fear? 'What' is the right question.
And don't be prejudiced from the very beginning that 'fear is wrong', 'it should not be'. If you have that attitude you will not be able to enter into its innermost core. With no judgment enter into it and experience it in its totality, and you will be surprised -- it is just the beginning of a new space in you. And everything new makes the mind scared: the newer it is, the more fear. If it is absolutely new then one is really scared to death.
-- Osho
You have fear -- don't ask why; just look into the fear, go into it, watch. Don't be in a hurry to analyse, to explain, to interpret, because if you bring in your interpretations, your explanations, the purity of the fear will be lost; you will start molding it into certain patterns, to fit into certain theories. You will start giving it shape and form and labels. You will start distorting it -- it will no more be the natural, wild phenomenon that it was. You will start training it, conditioning it, and sooner or later it has to agree with you -- it is your fear. It is your shadow; it is bound to agree with you. But you have destroyed a beautiful experience that may have led you into new spaces.
Let this fear which has no object become the object itself. Don't ask why -- why you are afraid. This is a wrong question. Ask 'What is this fear?' Ask what it is not to find an explanation but to go deep in it: What is this fear? 'What' is the right question.
And don't be prejudiced from the very beginning that 'fear is wrong', 'it should not be'. If you have that attitude you will not be able to enter into its innermost core. With no judgment enter into it and experience it in its totality, and you will be surprised -- it is just the beginning of a new space in you. And everything new makes the mind scared: the newer it is, the more fear. If it is absolutely new then one is really scared to death.
-- Osho
Fear
Use this fear as a great experience. Go into it lovingly, meditatively, watching, witnessing... without having any prejudice for or against. Go choicelessly into it without any like and dislike.
You have fear -- don't ask why; just look into the fear, go into it, watch. Don't be in a hurry to analyse, to explain, to interpret, because if you bring in your interpretations, your explanations, the purity of the fear will be lost; you will start molding it into certain patterns, to fit into certain theories. You will start giving it shape and form and labels. You will start distorting it -- it will no more be the natural, wild phenomenon that it was. You will start training it, conditioning it, and sooner or later it has to agree with you -- it is your fear. It is your shadow; it is bound to agree with you. But you have destroyed a beautiful experience that may have led you into new spaces.
Let this fear which has no object become the object itself. Don't ask why -- why you are afraid. This is a wrong question. Ask 'What is this fear?' Ask what it is not to find an explanation but to go deep in it: What is this fear? 'What' is the right question.
And don't be prejudiced from the very beginning that 'fear is wrong', 'it should not be'. If you have that attitude you will not be able to enter into its innermost core. With no judgment enter into it and experience it in its totality, and you will be surprised -- it is just the beginning of a new space in you. And everything new makes the mind scared: the newer it is, the more fear. If it is absolutely new then one is really scared to death.
-- Osho
You have fear -- don't ask why; just look into the fear, go into it, watch. Don't be in a hurry to analyse, to explain, to interpret, because if you bring in your interpretations, your explanations, the purity of the fear will be lost; you will start molding it into certain patterns, to fit into certain theories. You will start giving it shape and form and labels. You will start distorting it -- it will no more be the natural, wild phenomenon that it was. You will start training it, conditioning it, and sooner or later it has to agree with you -- it is your fear. It is your shadow; it is bound to agree with you. But you have destroyed a beautiful experience that may have led you into new spaces.
Let this fear which has no object become the object itself. Don't ask why -- why you are afraid. This is a wrong question. Ask 'What is this fear?' Ask what it is not to find an explanation but to go deep in it: What is this fear? 'What' is the right question.
And don't be prejudiced from the very beginning that 'fear is wrong', 'it should not be'. If you have that attitude you will not be able to enter into its innermost core. With no judgment enter into it and experience it in its totality, and you will be surprised -- it is just the beginning of a new space in you. And everything new makes the mind scared: the newer it is, the more fear. If it is absolutely new then one is really scared to death.
-- Osho
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