Chaotic Scripters

The world has become a place what Muhammad p.b.u.h had said decades ago. Almost all signs of qayamat has come true and we have turned a blind eye towards it. We all know we are nearing the end, unfortunately neither have we prepared for it nor we have intentions to do so. We want the best of akhirah while we're busy extracting the best of duniya. How can we expect our sins to be forgiven without repentance? Even if our sins equal the foam of sea, Allah says he will forgive if we repent. We need to guide ourselves towards Allah's path to achieve the best of our eternal lives. We need to stop involving ourselves in the worldly pleasures that are ruining our akhirah. Even if it feels impossible, atleast think of giving up atleast one bad habit at a time, Allah will definitely help you get rid of it. Allah loves his slave more than seventy mother's love put together, He never hates his slave. He puts us into tests and trails, through darkness and pain, only to get us closer

I know you are in pain, I know it's hurting. It will, because your wounds are too fresh. Every time a wound heals , there's another one waiting to be etched on you? Yes, I know you are tired of it. You are tired. Your heart is tired of holding itself together. For once, you wish life to be on the good side. All this pain, anger, tears, and endless misery is drowning you in. Hold on, maybe it'll not be alright soon. Allah is there. Hold on to his faith. He has promised to erase your sins for every bit pain you feel. Your level imaan will rise. Allah gives biggest of the battles to his most beloved slaves. Why always me? Why always you? You are tired of fighting. You think Allah doesn't know that? You think he isn't aware about your misery? He knows, he knows everything you aren't even saying to yourself. He knows what pool of pain you are in. He knows what you were going to face even before you faced it. He knows your past, your present, your future,your

Sometimes you feel the pain that consumes you. You stand on the edge of sanity, seconds away from diving into the unconsciousness. You begin to doubt your existence. Your life seems to make no sense. The chaos is drowning you, leaving you breathless, without giving you an option. You wish to have a button that could switch off your unbearable emotions. Even the non-living stuff around you seems to make you feel worthless. The room you locked yourself in is empty, yet you find demons you can’t escape. Your hearts breaks into a millions bits, your eyes feel tired of shedding the pain. You become incapable of standing on your feet. Peace that could at least be fantasized, is fading away from your memory too? You let agony ruin you because you had no choice. The hurricane couldn’t have been stopped, destruction couldn’t have been prevented. You search for a way to escape. You rush in the opposite way of the winds, and the winds will be harsher on you. Yes, you have no choice. You

//Life Near the End It's a lonesome lane Too quiet. Too comfortable to escape. I rest my back, against the wall of thorns. Thorns, whose roses never bloomed. Fragrances that never filled the air. With a loving gesture and a stoned heart, I caress the vine, as though it would blossom till eternity just by a touch. A chill sent a shiver down my spine, as a suppressed shriek echoed through the silence. My eyes darted, in search of a soul  in the lifeless lane, but in vain. Plodding down the lane,  a hundred years passed in merely a couple of seconds, flabbergasted, I turned around; Tears, endlessly running down my cheeks. The risen sun, smiles my way, letting the roses blossom, far away. Shining brighter than I had ever witnessed till date. As I rush to embrace the warmth, a gentle grip clasps my hand. Freezing my time, gently pulling me out. As I stand beside my body, drowning in regret. If only I had embraced the goodness before it was too late...

FAITH On a mission, audacious and wild Brutally bruised, yet the spirit's alive Amidst the valleys, wrecked some lay Clueless traveler, starts off for a crusade Sack of regrets, weigh a ton Pebble strewed path, now blurred Dropping pieces of the gloomy heart The darkening sky, casts its shadow Footsteps decelerate, the winds freeze The igniting spark, losing heat Night falls, and solitude steps in With the falling stars, drown wishes A silent prayer, hummed by hopes Heard by the Greatest of Kings The dawn breaks, untying the ropes The traveler's dying mission, only faith had it recouped.   _Guzi

VENOM Venom in the hearts, poured into the delicate lavish glass. Bitter like the intoxicating drink, Filled upto the brim, for all of those who wished to be torn apart. Pay no penny, for it is a mutual quest. Search for venom in the glass you served, for it might have a larger quantity that has been served to you.

Your Love It’s beautiful, to fall for someone. Who desires to reside nowhere, but in your broken heart. Who stitches your wounds, with nothing but mere words. Who shoos away the dreading dark, just by the light of their smile; With whom, you see a rainbow even during the heaviest rains. With whom, the world turns off for you, like you’ve escaped into a wonderland. You might not know, what the future holds for you. But you’re busy living the present, at its best. Building a palace of unforgettable memories, with bricks of sweet and sour moments. I have never mentioned the one you love, but that person was definitely on your mind all the while you were reading the poem. _Guzi Comment below who was on your mind. 😜😊 Share with your loved one. Take care

There's something weird with the people who are bounded by words. They can go around days without talking to anyone but when they talk, they seem to be unstoppable. If they dislike you, they'll not only stay far from you but also make sure to ignite hatred. Just so you don't even try to cross the bridge that reaches them. And if they hate you...like literally HATE you, then you'll know it. Don't worry about that. It'll end soon; it'll end even before anything starts. What about when things circle around the fire called 'Love' ? Ummm...things are a bit different with every individual here. If you find someone like  me, you will hardly find them talking about love. If you lock them in a room with the emotion 'Love' and ask them what do you know about it, they would start sweating, their heart will be pumping so loud that you can actually hear the beat. They won't be able to look at it in the eye. They're not embarrassed or ashamed

Deep Indian green, the colour of leaves To spread greenery, the farmer strives Drip drop, the rain drops Along with me, the sky does cry Staring at the sky, I question why? The mighty oak, branches spread high Tree swings, the horses neigh The sun shines bright, showing its might Warm rays, keeps the cold at bay Staring at the sky, I silently pray

There are so many things we want in life, some from the past that abandoned us, some from the future that is waiting for us with its thousands of different probabilities. We have all done our share of mistakes in life and there is something everyday that we can learn from. But then there is a point where you craved for something. Something so special, so particular, something that you didn't have earlier. And all of a sudden, life takes a turn and you find it right in your hands. What do you do then? You try to protect it with everything you have, every ounce of strength that you possess because that is what you have always wanted and it is so close to your hand. But sometimes, that is the thing in life that we can't save. No matter what we do, how much we try to hold on to it, it just slips like sand right through our fingers. What then? What do you feel? Hopeless? As if it is the end of everything? Or do you wait for it to return to you, because it made you feel alive

Where there is a will, there is a way. One of the reasons we fail to achieve excellence. Read on to find out: Most of us are often habituated to rush at the last moment. It's not because you lack talent or motivation, but because you let the unimportant factors rule over you and delay the work by making excuses. If you make excuses, you are only increasing your burden and ruining the impression of that task on yourself. You start wondering why were you even doing that work in the first place when you can sit back and relax. Doing nothing leads you nowhere. Be passionate and enthusiastic about whatever you do. Giving your best at  the right  time is the route towards excellence rather than delaying the work and trying to make it perfect. Plan early, do the best you can before the end of the given time. If you achieve success then you get credit and appreciation. If you're unsuccessful despite giving your best, then you learn a  lesson. Either way it helps you grow. Mi

CHANGES What is it that changed between us? What is it that tore us apart? Everything was going pretty well Out of nowhere The storm hits so hard? I'm trying to figure out If it was my mistake But every time I apologise You said I wasn't responsible for your dismay You've been with me when I needed you the most I've stuck on your side when your angry face asked me to go I've also ran away from you, and you pulled me back in your arms That smile on your face, promising to tie our bond Every time the strings break apart Fainted hopes and engraved memories  My only spark, in this dreading dark I feel myself burning and shattering apart I would never want to you to leave  But if it is matter of your bliss... Would you mind  burying my heart before soul departs? _Guzi

Did you ever imagine that one fine morning, when you wake up from bed and look around, nothing is going to be the same? What would it be like to live a life totally different from what you are living right now? Well, now imagine when you wake up and you find that you are not the person you dreamt of. You are just some one else. You are a person who strangled your desires because the people around you wanted you to do so. Because they thought what you were doing wasn't right. They wanted you to kill your ambitions and dreams. Would you be happy? Or would you be sad and give it the name of fate and say that maybe its a test of life. Just remember one thing, if you are in a circumstance where you aren't happy and you are not doing anything about it, its not fate. Its the way you chose to be. And choosing to suffer when you can get out of the circumstance is a way of punishing yourself for nothing. Get up, you still have a chance, a life. Heaven isn't a place where you

We're all blinded By beautiful masquerades Stumbling over our own pieces Slitting through the darkest of the caves We've all learnt to conceal our scars But the scars, crave to be embraced Why is it that we yearn for the things we can't have? Why is it that we ignore the best of blessings in the process? No, it isn't the absence of mind Nor is the broken heart supposed to be blamed Maybe we're too busy defying ourselves Too busy competing each other As to whose life is in the darkest state There might come a time... When bliss might welcome us with the warmest embrace And we might turn away Fearing it might destroy us By bringing us out of the most loved 'The Melancholic state' _Guzi Do drop in your views

10 Tips to get the best out of the blessed last 10 Nights of Ramadan 1. No matter how good or bad your Ramadan went, enter the last 10 Days well prepared, with pure intentions, full energy and a positive outlook. 2. Listen to or read the Tafsir of Surah Al-Qadr to know about this amazing night, to switch that mode ON and to keep it remained ON for all the nights. It could fall on any of the last 10 nights. 3. Choose the most comfortable place for worship in your home or Masjid. Avoid leaning on pillows & cushions while reciting Qur’an or Adhkaar so as to keep your back straight. 4. Switch off your mobile phones, iPads and Laptops if possible. 5. If you’re alone, recite the Qur’an in a loud beautiful voice so that your ears & heart remain involved with the recitation and you don’t feel drowsy. Plus it has an amazingly calming effect trust me! If you’re not alone then you can recite in a normal volume not to disturb others but can listen to a Qiraa-at in high volume

It's been quite a while since we had our basic human rights. But still, where do we stand with them? How do they influence our life? There are still many households which think that girl education is meant to find worthy husbands. There are people who think that boys are supposed to be the bread winners of the house and there are still many who think that if a girl is educated above a certain level, she becomes capable to take her own decisions. Oh my! How absurd is that? An apocalypse, right? Every human, irrespective of the gender has a right to choose their own life. So what if there is a boy who is hardworking but still wants to be a cricketer instead of an engineer? So what, if there is a girl who wants to build an empire with her talent in the corporate sector? People are different and its okay. They don't need to be biased or judged based on their choices. I have heard people commenting on the result of an entrance. They said that it would have been better if t

There is not much difference Between dark and light Its one and the same Except one is in the show while the other hides. The allure of darkness is something not right Yet are drawn to darkness, the purest of lights What you call pure May just be an impurity hidden What you call strength May just be a weakness within It seems just an opposite Only by the sense of light Otherwise there is no such difference Between black and white.

You can’t invite disasters and then complain of being destroyed. Yes, you can’t. Everyone has their own choice, agreed. However, choosing a pricky path and then complain of being hurt is no solution, nor it is going to help you in any way. For once, it is okay to make a mistake. It is fine to be hurt once by the thorn under the rose. But if you’re hurt again, by the same thorn, then it’s your fault. Repeating the same mistake is a choice nor an unfortunate event. If you say that your life depends on the rose above the thorn, then you probably are choosing to be hurt. ALERT! You are making the same mistake, again. Life does not depend on materialistic stuff. It’s just human brain that tricks into believing it. No person, no relation, no addiction, nothing is important more than you’re will to survive.   Addictions do have an end. You just have to find a way. Be it person, drugs or a simple 'chai', if its causing you pain, you have to get rid of it. The sooner, the b

Live for yourself. Pay no heed, to the demons Scraping off your layers That reveal nothing but hate. Never let Your white heart Change its colour because of someone else. Yes, people leave. Let them. You need some peace. For there's good in everything And nothing happens Without Almighty's will. So yes If its dark now The morning sun Will soon shine Bright on your face. Trust your abilities. Not your equipment or conditions. No, nothing is difficult Once you commit to it. So, hold yourself together Like you've never done before. Don't promise, to be a happy person. Just promise never to lose hope, For that's the only thing That'll help you breath. No matter what Everything will be fine Slowly Eventually And definitely. 

Hidden feelings, rotten emotions Broken ties, there's another loose thread I looked upon the sky Thinking where I lost But there was this fresh air That always mocked. Like sand and water Everything slipped from my hands Even when I tried holding on I never had a say in that. I lied to myself That everything would be fine Perhaps in a day, a week or a year Or sometime in my life. But it was just a nostalgia That I was treating myself into Little did I know That everything was supposed to drift apart And everything was supposed to vanish.

“What the hell!!! How could you finish your lunch without giving it to me? You knew it was my favorite” Soofia screamed, catching hold of Mehvish’s neck. “SOOFIA! You don’t want to go to jail by doing that” Mehvish exaggerated by moving vigorously.   It was Ameena’s usual behavior, whenever she gets angry on someone, she would hold their neck and shake them a bit. However, the best of our teachers, Mrs. Faroza, wasn’t aware of this. She was literally the best! Best means 'THE BEST' . Don't miss the heavy sarcasm. As Soofia and Mehvish were carrying on their drama, we sat back, enjoying it until Mrs. Faroza stepped in. “Oh my GOD” she stared, as though her eyeballs might pop out any moment. “You are attempting a murder, Soofia?” she yelled, putting down the pile of books she was holding. “No no ma’am, we were just playing” Mehvish jumped in. “Don’t take her side Mehvish, I know she was trying to kill you” The second she ended her sentence, all of us burs

You were what I wished for, Your smiles lit up my world, Looking back, there are tears in my eyes... For all the memories we shared And for all that we didn't,        Alas time ran out for you. Indeed life is unfair, After all, I lost the one thing I loved. You promised that you will be there for me always Why then did you leave? People say time will heal, But I ask ,why cause the wound? I try to convince myself that I shall be fine But who am I kidding? With names you called me, But now you are just a name in my life. I miss the warmth of your hugs; the love in your words,  they made me feel safe That wherever I was You'll be there for me always But you didn't... And you will never know What I went throug h after you left My world stopped when I realised, My forever with you was just a dream. But I do know, The brightest star in the sky is you, Watching over me now and smiling, mumbling that I am the biggest d

A few months ago, a Traffic Police Inspector’s ego claimed the life of the 34-year-old Usha in Ganesha roundabout opposite BHEL headquarters in Trichy. Usha and her husband Raja (40) were en route to a colleague’s wedding when Inspector Kamaraj stopped them. The couple initially thought of taking a bus from Papanasam but later voted against it. Thinking it would be a hassle taking the wet grinder, they bought as a present in a bus the couple decided to travel by bike. Unfortunately. The bike ride turned out to be Usha’s last. Dhinakaran, Usha’s brother in law was quoted saying, “ The police first stopped them on the Tiruchy Thanjavur highway and demanded to know why he was not wearing a helmet. They argued back and forth for 10 minutes with an Inspector called Kamaraj, who then walked away. Raja thought the matter was over and started to ride away. Seeing this, the cop got very angry and began to chase them on another bike.” Kamaraj is said to have allegedly caught Raja’s shirt

First you need to be grateful for what you have, only then you’ll be granted as per your heart’s desire.   The following is an episode of our beloved Prophet Mohammed صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ  I've heard about: *** Once, a poor man approached Prophet Mohammed صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ . All he owned was a cloak that covered his body. He complained to Prophet Mohammed صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ      وَسَلَّمَ “If Allah is so merciful, why doesn’t he give me the basic needs to survive?”. Prophet Mohammed first asked him to be thankful for what he had. Instead, the man got furious and replied “What should I be thankful for? What do I have to be thankful about?   I have no clothes, no home, no food, nothing at all!”. Prophet Mohammed again repeated the same line ‘Be thankful for what you have now’. The man’s response was the same, again. Just then, there was a strong gush of wind, which carried away the only thing he had, his cloak. And now, he stood the

Moon Memories  I took you to my favorite restaurant, on our first date and that was the first mistake. Now, the food there tastes like you. Then you bought me my favorite scented candle on my birthday and now my apartment smells like you too. I can't wear the sweater I wore on that day, we sat on the dock to watch the moon. I can't seem to move without running into a memory of you. And goddamn I wish my heart was a cassette tape, that these memories could be erased and overwritten. And maybe I could replace a restaurant or a scent or a sweater. But I can't move the moon. And maybe I don't really want to. Maybe there's a part of me that likes the way you still hang over my head. And someday when I am ready the moon will just become the moon again. _Inked

Dua Tere laut ane ki dua nahi karta mai Bas tu jahan ho, wahan khush rehne ki karta hun Tera dedaar ho mujhe, yeh dua nahi manga mai Tu jise dekhna chahe, uska dedar tujhe naseeb ho, yeh dua karta hun Tu hamesha muskurahate rahe, yeh dua nahi karta mai Bas teri har muskurahat dil se ho, yeh dua karta hun Tere jane ka ghum kam hojaye, yeh dua nahi mangta mai Bas meri kami tujhe kabhi mehsus na ho, bas yeh dua karta rehta hun _Guzi 

In a world where human beings die to get justice, demanding justice for a innocent animal is way too selfish, yeah? ------- “Huh? What? Okay.” My brother said over the phone and turned towards me, “Waleed called, he asked me and you to his home and stay with his sisters for a while. Something urgent, it seems.”, he said. “Oh, okay. I hope Sherry is fine” I rushed, closing my work. Just as we were about to leave, mom called out “Where are you going?”.  “Waleed called and asked us to go check on his sisters. They must’ve found Sherry, probably it’s wounded. We’ll go, check and let you know” I replied. “Oh… Sherry is such a great cat, take her to the veterinary clinic right away,  if needed.” And with that, we closed the door behind us and rushed upstairs,  to their home and rang the bell. One ring, two rings, no response. We waited for 5 minutes and rang the bell again. “Hi Manha…hey are you alright?” my tone suddenly changed,  seeing her red, puffed up eyes. “

A perky lass, cheerful and bliss Words flowing, not one but many It's just cute! She says, when asked if her nose is sharp? little left to imagine; Amor it could lead to. I'm a free bird! She says, With a glint in her eyes As a smile creeps up her lips Enough to leave one, die a thousand deaths And spring back, asking for more.

He sprinted up the stairs on seeing a crowded lift. He saw her sister sitting outside as he halted to catch his breath. Tears rolled down her cheeks as soon as she saw him; she introduced him to her parents. Her parents were shaken and so was he. They walked towards the room. From the window, he peeked inside. One look at her and those beautiful days he had spent with her flashed back in his mind. "Can I go inside?" he asked the nurse who exited the room. "Only one at a time," she said. He went inside. She lay there with needles pierced on her arms. His heart shattered into a million pieces seeing her in this condition. He went near her and held her hands. They were soft and cold. He called out her name hoping she would hear. He sat beside her speaking about the times they spent together. She did not respond but tears rolled down her cheeks. Wiping those tears he assured her that everything will be "After you get alright, we'll go grab your f

"Welcome to Mumbai beta," his uncle came to pick them up from the airport. Two days passed, they missed each other. He got busy with marriage works. Morning, on the way to the marriage hall, he got a call from her sister. "Would it be possible for you to come back here today?" she asked him, he could hear her sobbing. "What happened? ," he asked her. "Asra fainted, we've admitted her in a hospital," she said. "I'll try to return soon, please keep me updated on her," he told her. Time passed too slow. He stared at his phone hoping that she was alright. That evening he got a call from her sister. "I-I d-don't k-know how t-to say" she stammered. "Please tell me she is alright" he screamed over the phone. "Asra has cancer, the doctor said it's in stage 3. She will be treated day after tomorrow" she cried uncontrollably. Tears rolled down his eyes, his world shattered. He

Days flew by. She opened it up to her sister about him. She agreed to talk to her parents about their love. Everything was perfect. Nothing could have gone wrong, or that was what they thought. "I am going to Mumbai for a relative's marriage" he informed her one fine evening. "Is it necessary, that you should go?" she asked. Her sadness was quite clear. "Tickets have been booked, it's just a week and I'll be back to my baby" he tried to make her smile. The one thing he hated was to see his girl in despair. He could understand it clearly from her voice how hard it was for her but he had to go. With many efforts, he convinced her that he'll be back in a couple of days. "Pack everything soon, the flight is at 2 P.M." his mom shouted running up and down around the house. The house was in chaos. Once he was done with packing his luggage he threw his weight on the bed and hurriedly dialled her number. She attended the c

Days passed by. Exams were round the corner. Everyone rushed up and down with books in their hands and so did they. Not a day passed when they didn't see one another and nor did a night crawl without each other's thoughts. Exams were followed by holidays. She had to leave for her hometown. They both dreaded the holidays. The mere thought of a month without meeting the other was devastating. The next morning, with a heavy heart she sat inside the cab. "Airport please," she told the driver staring at her phone. She stepped out of the cab; turned back after paying the driver just to find him standing right behind. "You look lovely as always," he said smiling at her. Her lips curved into a smile. Tears flowed down their cheeks. He tried to hide it and so did she. He cried, she cried, they both cried... Finally, the bell rang. He rushed out to the corridor to check the other classrooms. There she was in the class next to his. He hid behind the wi

"Never seen a girl before?" she asked as she came towards him. It was the first day of school, he was with his group of friends and so was she. "N-no I-I w-was n-not looking at you" he stammered trying to hide the obvious. He looked away avoiding contact with her eyes. "I expected a filmy dialogue," she said laughing at his nervousness. Her voice was so melodious that a Nightingale would be put to shame. He smiled, she laughed, everyone laughed... Day's passed by, stealing glances at each other. The more they looked into each other's eyes, the more they fell in love. "CCD evening after class?" he wrote on a piece of paper and placed it on top of her desk as he passed by. He walked hastily without a pause till he reached his desk. Sitting down his eyes gazed at her. She clutched the piece of paper tightly in her hand and turned back. Their eyes met. Blood rushed to her cheeks and then a sly smile crept up her lips. She turne

The first day at school, love, at first sight, you might say, they knew deep inside what it was. life went well, joy-filled. so serene it seemed... so inseparable they were, two bodies but one soul till one day, life had something in store for them... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What the... you look like shit Hameed," I told him, shaking his shoulders vigorously. "Long story," he said as we walked towards a shop. On seeing him the shopkeeper pulled out a pack of Marlboro and tossed it. He pulled out one from the pack looking at me. I hurled the lighter at him. It hit his head as he stood there motionless. "Kya hua bhai," the shopkeeper asked him laughing. It was our usual smoking joint, where once a horde would sit together emptying packets after packets. Now it was just us left. He picked up the lighter and lit his cigarette without

Wadaa Sau dafa tujhse rubaro hokar, sau dafa khud se anjan hua hun Beparwa mizaaj hone ke bawajood, hamesha tujhe khone se darta hun Mukammal lafzon mein apni adhori kahani ka aksar zikr karta rehta hun Har baar tere bare mein na likhne ka wadaa karke, waraq palat kar phir tere hi bare mein likhne lagta hun Translation : Promise  A hundred times, I've become a stranger to myself, after I met you Despite having a careless attitude, I always worried about losing you I often mention bits of our incomplete story in complete phrases Every single time, I promise myself not to write about you Then I turn the page And start writing, about you, again. 

Mother’s Day in Yugoslavia Yugoslavia is a country in Southern and Central Europe. Mother’s day celebration here, might be the weirdest one you’ll ever hear in your life. It is celebrated in the month of December. The traditional way of celebrating this occasion is that, early morning on mother’s day, children creep in their parent’s room and tie up their mother. Now, in order to be released, the mother has to promise them to give the children gifts she had hidden from them. People of Yugoslavia consider this tradition as harmless way to bring smiles on their faces.

Sometimes, why do we fail even after putting in a lot of effort and hard work? No matter how much we try, it just feels impossible to achieve that goal we’ve been dying for, why does that happen? Yes, you’re right. That does happen. You do everything demanded yet you can’t succeed. Now, if you look at this situation, you might just feel ‘it’s worthless to put in efforts’, but Allah does not let his slave’s hard work, knowledge and efforts go in vain, ever. Then, why? It’s because The Almighty might be upset with you. You might have started doing a new deed which is not liked by Allah (Gunah), or you might have stopped doing a good one. That’s where one goes wrong. Check yourself, where did you change, what went wrong with your deeds. Allah loves you more than seventy mother’s love together, do you really think he would even like to see you in distress? Obviously not! Your failure, your problems, your distress, everything unpleasant in your life, is an indication

‘Everything happens for a good cause’ an age-old saying, that we often refrain ourselves from believing it. The most unfortunate events that we face are to be held responsible for this. When something you wanted, doesn’t come along your way, you’d obviously feel rage burning up on the highest peak and you start blaming your fate for it. It is completely fine to distress over the unfortunate events. You are absolutely right when you say that it shattered you in pieces but yes, that unfortunate event did happen for a good cause. Right at the moment, you might not know why, let some time pass and you’ll understand. There are two sides to every story, you might not be aware of the other side. Just hold onto broken self. Don’t try to resist what you feel, the feeling will just get stronger.  When life is like a colloid, just wait till the suspended particles settle down at the bottom. I know it’s next to impossible to have patience in devastating situations, but that is one of the

The Hyderabad City Traffic Police are set to introduce battery-powered bicycles in an attempt to maintain law and order during festivals, processions and surveillance at tourist spots. The traffic police officials said they might introduce the battery powered bicycles next month. The battery-powered smart bicycle was developed by the students of the International Institute of Information Technology (IIIT.) The bicycle can run up to 50 Km in a single charge and has a 250 volts battery. The cycles take around one and half hour to get fully charged. The cycle has been designed keeping in mind the requirements and conditions of the traffic police. The Hyderabad Police Commissioner V. V. Srinivas Rao said while researching about monitoring the problems in crowds, processions and tourist spots the concept of battery powered cycles came up. Rao added, “The bicycle will be a mechanical assistance for the department, bringing down the usage of motor vehicles. It will be an environmen

Zindagi Bezaar na ho aye shaqs tu apne zindagi se Ise aksar badalne ki adat hai Na ho na-umeed kisi bhi modh par, ke har umeed ka thikana badalta rehta hai Yeh zindagi... Khuda ka tofa hai tere liye Jahan tu apni marzi se paida nahi hua Wahan tujhe khud ki jaan lene ka kahan se haqq banta hai? _Guzi Translation : Life Do not be sick of your life, for it has an attribute of changing itself, with time. Try not to be hopeless at any stage because hopes might take time to reach your abode. This life.... is a gift given to you, by your Lord. You were not born on your own will, Then how do you think you have the right to take your own life? _Guzi

BlackBerry unveiled a new cybersecurity tool called BlackBerry Jarvis for automakers. BlackBerry Jarvis will scan all the software components in an autonomous vehicle, predict and fix vulnerabilities in real time. BlackBerry Jarvis aims to help automakers with safety backups as they develop the software for self-driving cars. At the North American International Automotive Show (NAIAS) BlackBerry Executive Chairman and CEO, John Chen said, “Jarvis scans and delivers deep actionable insights in minutes, what would otherwise involve manually scanning that will take large numbers of experts and an impractical amount of time.” BlackBerry has already let Jarvis out on trials with some of the world’s leading automakers. The CEO of Jaguar Land Rover Ralf Speth said, “Jaguar Land Rover and BlackBerry share a common objective in bringing the most intelligent vehicles to reality.” Speth further added, “In our independent study, Jarvis delivered excellent efficiencies in time to market, s

Imagine turning on your T.V., to a “well-proclaimed reporter” lying in a bathtub and enacting veteran actress Sridevi Kapoor’s accidental drowning. The days where media houses and T.V., channels delivered authentic news are long gone. Today, one can count just on their hands the number of media houses working for a cause. Nowadays, most media houses and T.V., channels just work for Target Rating Point (TRP) and money. Sridevi along with her husband Boney Kapoor and youngest daughter Khushi were in Dubai, UAE to attend nephew Mohit Marwah’s wedding. Boney returned to Mumbai in India after the wedding. Later, he decided to come back to Dubai and surprise her. Boney, on reaching the hotel room woke her up from slumber and after a small talk, she entered the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, Boney knocked on the door and got no response. Boney forced open the door only to see her mortal remains in the bathtub. The Dubai police revealed it was an accidental drowning and ruled out