Why Jane Bravo?
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- One dark and boring night in 2005, sitting alone thinking about life and how weird it is, Sarah Dawood/ Drama wrote her first blogpost as Jane Bravo. What started out as a private ranting space, slowly and gradually evolved into the current blog, which talks about many events, things, and feelings. Just like all of Sarah's other social media platforms, also about many events, things, and feelings --- Instagram: thesarahdawood | snapchat: thesarahdawood | twitter: @SarahDawood | facebook: /groups/TheCoddiwomple
Thursday, August 22, 2013
I think, that in every single day now I want more time...
more time to think all my thoughts,
to say all my words, to write them down, to read them all,
maybe even say them all out loud...?
And then I want to dream of all the things I had been thinking about, and make the good ones happen for real, and make fixes for the bad ones.
And when I am done with all the thinking and dreaming and doing,
I want to think about all the things I made happen.
And also imagine I would do them all over the same way if I got another chance to.
~ JaneBravo
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Ordinary is Real.
Is it the choice that leads you to the circumstance, or is it the circumstance that leads you to the choice?
You choose something and you end up somewhere - you end up somewhere where you have to choose something. What comes first? The chicken and the egg scenario of life.
If I have learned one thing in my life, it is to always make time to say things, especially if they are true.
So, here goes nothing... or here goes something...
I used to think no one can make me laugh like from inside, like make my soul laugh - and also that no one can make my spirit cry... But I have learned that it can happen. Some people move you. They get inside your head, they love you, they hurt you, they understand you, or they mess you up.
There is a difference between being alone, and being lonely. Alone is still some sense of 'complete', loneliness - incomplete. And the two circumstances together - confusing.
I'm in a daze with life, and I know the time is so limited here.
I felt some comfort in knowing that nothing more can hurt me. That everything that could possibly hurt a person has been done to me, and I have survived it with dignity. But there continue to be hurts along the way... And I continue to survive them, with dignity.
I don't know what is the 'right way to live' or the 'wrong way to live'.
Right... Wrong... That is different, for different people - it is all so relative.
Everything is. Truth is relative too. My truth is nothing like your truth. It is our own core belief. What belongs to us, what we belong to. I think, only compassion is universal, and respect. Love is not unconditonal - but compassion and respect are. And that is the most important thing I have learned in my life.
I am just like you, and I am nothing like you. And that makes us exactly the same.
We are both so real, and both
so ordinary.
~ Jane Bravo
You choose something and you end up somewhere - you end up somewhere where you have to choose something. What comes first? The chicken and the egg scenario of life.
If I have learned one thing in my life, it is to always make time to say things, especially if they are true.
So, here goes nothing... or here goes something...
I used to think no one can make me laugh like from inside, like make my soul laugh - and also that no one can make my spirit cry... But I have learned that it can happen. Some people move you. They get inside your head, they love you, they hurt you, they understand you, or they mess you up.
There is a difference between being alone, and being lonely. Alone is still some sense of 'complete', loneliness - incomplete. And the two circumstances together - confusing.
I'm in a daze with life, and I know the time is so limited here.
I felt some comfort in knowing that nothing more can hurt me. That everything that could possibly hurt a person has been done to me, and I have survived it with dignity. But there continue to be hurts along the way... And I continue to survive them, with dignity.
I don't know what is the 'right way to live' or the 'wrong way to live'.
Right... Wrong... That is different, for different people - it is all so relative.
Everything is. Truth is relative too. My truth is nothing like your truth. It is our own core belief. What belongs to us, what we belong to. I think, only compassion is universal, and respect. Love is not unconditonal - but compassion and respect are. And that is the most important thing I have learned in my life.
I am just like you, and I am nothing like you. And that makes us exactly the same.
We are both so real, and both
so ordinary.
~ Jane Bravo
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Love, Terms & Conditions Apply.

Some people are supposed to love me unconditionally. But they never have, and I think they never will.
Maybe because their people did not love them unconditionally and so they never learned how to love that way?
I do love these people without getting anything from them - because that is me, because that feels right, and good, and because that helps me sleep most nights. But sometimes it takes all the energy out of me to keep loving them and getting nothing and then I can't love anything for a little while; till I can.
~ Jane Bravo
Friday, July 06, 2012
Real Love Letters are rarely ever sent...
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
[The Moody Brothers]
Oh I love you.
~ JB
Sunday, September 18, 2011
The Right Kind of Wrongs
Why is it - that Life seems to test just us ordinary people...It happens everyday. Don't you think?
Someone asks you to tell a little lie. No harm done, right?
You'll tell it.
Something gives you a chance to make that extra buck without anyone finding out. Hey, it's not like you're taking it from someone else's pocket, hmmm?
You make the extra buck.
You find yourself in a spot where only cheating someone can make it better for you.
You'll cheat right away, no one will ever know, right?
The human mind in so complicated and so simple. We can easily convince our self that something wrong is right.
The right kinda wrong - and all the other nice ways to say it... we can bring all the logic, we can do all the mathematics, we can find all the right reasons, and we can get so used to it - get so used to killing our conscious.
We evolve into a person who can justify absolutely any wrong done - because it works for us, for our life, our goals, our dreams.
But if you think about it - and no, you don't need to admit this to anyone - but admit it to your self - and it will change you.
Anything wrong you do, no matter how small, no matter how hidden - cuts out a little bit of the child in you, kills a little bit of kindness in you, hardens a little bit of the heart in you. And at the end of it all, you will have taken all the shortcuts, told all the lies, gotten all the gains. But will you like who you become along the way? Will you not miss the innocence that only a truth can bring, the sweetness only earning something can bring, the satisfaction only doing the right thing can give you?
It makes no difference to me, or my life in the long run... but the little things you will do - will make the biggest difference in your Life and who You eventually become.
It's never too late to change your mind, or your heart.
Do it while you can still feel.
~ Jane Bravo
Sunday, February 27, 2011
My translation of a thousands of desires, each one I could die for...
...hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dum nikle
bahot nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle...
Thousands of desires, each one I could die for. Many of them I have fulfilled, but I still yearn for more. I died at the hands of a lover (my killer), why should he be afraid? No one will hold him responsible for my fate. Or for these bloody tears which will continuously flow through my eyes all of my life. Haven't we all heard of Adam disgraced out of Heaven? It is with more humiliation that I am leaving the streets of my lover. You killed me, but no one will know, unless I accidentally let my hair slip out of my scarf. Because things slip out sometimes, and we can not hide the truth from all people for all of time. Though the truth is complicated, and no one will believe it.
And if ever someone wants to write you a letter, tell them to ask me to write it to you.
I've been carrying my pen with me everywhere now, because there is still so much I have to say to you, so much I left unsaid.
When it was all over, I sang many whiskey lullabies to myself, until my whole universe was floating inside one big intoxication. I expected you to help me when I was weak, when I was in such a bad state; but then I realized: you are perhaps more injured than I.
Love is so cruel?
Life and death feel the same in love, there is nothing different, because we stay alive by looking for the traitor for whom we are willing to die. You should try to put a hand on your heart and pull the arrow out... fast. But remember, with this arrow your heart will come out too... and with your heart gone, your life will be no more.
So, control yourself when you want to scream to the world and announce your secrets: traitors are not supposed be lovers. Just like the preacher and the addict have different doors, but I can see him enter the bar just as I leave it.
Thousands of desires, each one I could die for. Many of them I have fulfilled, but I still yearn for more.
Dear readers,
This is my translation of the beautiful poetry of Ghalib.
I doubt I have been able to do proper poetic justice... the words are best understood in the language they were written in. The first two lines are perhaps the most profound and famous in literary circles around the world - they capture the essence of man's desires, and how desire, like passion, all-consuming, and has no end.
I look forward to reading your comments.
- JB
bahot nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle...
Thousands of desires, each one I could die for. Many of them I have fulfilled, but I still yearn for more. I died at the hands of a lover (my killer), why should he be afraid? No one will hold him responsible for my fate. Or for these bloody tears which will continuously flow through my eyes all of my life. Haven't we all heard of Adam disgraced out of Heaven? It is with more humiliation that I am leaving the streets of my lover. You killed me, but no one will know, unless I accidentally let my hair slip out of my scarf. Because things slip out sometimes, and we can not hide the truth from all people for all of time. Though the truth is complicated, and no one will believe it. And if ever someone wants to write you a letter, tell them to ask me to write it to you.
I've been carrying my pen with me everywhere now, because there is still so much I have to say to you, so much I left unsaid.
When it was all over, I sang many whiskey lullabies to myself, until my whole universe was floating inside one big intoxication. I expected you to help me when I was weak, when I was in such a bad state; but then I realized: you are perhaps more injured than I.
Love is so cruel?
Life and death feel the same in love, there is nothing different, because we stay alive by looking for the traitor for whom we are willing to die. You should try to put a hand on your heart and pull the arrow out... fast. But remember, with this arrow your heart will come out too... and with your heart gone, your life will be no more.
So, control yourself when you want to scream to the world and announce your secrets: traitors are not supposed be lovers. Just like the preacher and the addict have different doors, but I can see him enter the bar just as I leave it.
Thousands of desires, each one I could die for. Many of them I have fulfilled, but I still yearn for more.
Dear readers,
This is my translation of the beautiful poetry of Ghalib.
I doubt I have been able to do proper poetic justice... the words are best understood in the language they were written in. The first two lines are perhaps the most profound and famous in literary circles around the world - they capture the essence of man's desires, and how desire, like passion, all-consuming, and has no end.
I look forward to reading your comments.
- JB
Monday, December 13, 2010
Step away from the line, and no body gets hurt.
Ever notice how often all of our most passionate actions and feelings in Life are divided and defined by a small, almost non-descript, very-stupid, hardly-distinguishable "thin" line?
It annoys me.
I detest it.
For me, the thin line represents where all the dots connect and lead to. It is where the chaos begins.
The thin line defines the actual choice I have to make.
I hate the definition. But the definition is important.
I hate making a choice. There is something depressingly dramatic about choosing between the side I have to take and the side I can't take.
I hate goodbyes too. But, that is another topic altogether...
The thin line is the divider. The "other" side.
One side a positive end, the other its negative extreme.
Who made up Life's thin lines anyway?
I hate the thin line more than I hate being alone on a rainy day. Some people will agree with me, there is nothing worse than being alone on a rainy day. Others will say I chose to be alone by my own accord, so no one is to blame but me. These people are like the thin line. They annoy me as much as the thin line.
Take for example, exhibit A: the Heaven and Hell 'set'...
One little step over that thin line takes you up, up, and away - leading to eternal bliss and what not... yeah, right. Go over the thin line in the opposite direction, and it's all fall down in to a raging volcano of eternal damnation Humpty Dumpty style. I suppose it's true then? There is an Angel and a Demon in all of us - and there's just a thin line dividing the two too.
What of, exhibit B: Fondness and Contempt?
A mere sliver of absence over the thin dividing line makes us fonder. While a tiny pinch of familiarity in the other direction over to the other side breeds contempt. Flip sides and you have turned something you were so fond of to something you are oh-so-forgetful about. It's all in your mind? No, it's all in the line.
Then we have everyone's favourite one, exhibit C: the Love and Hate 'combo'.
They say fools rush in... in Love.
I say, fools rush in - in Love and in Hate. With exactly the same speed. Most of the time it's deathly 500 miles per hour in the wrong lane. Passion is the root cause, the accidents it instigates at 500 miles per hour in the wrong lane... and Passion, like us, is defined by the line - which way do you cross it?
It's Passion, you know, pumping the heart to Love harder, and then Passion again feeding fat to grudges making them bigger. One man's love, can be another man's hate.
What am I saying? I almost don't know. But there is no such thing as almost - ever wonder why?
The thin line is very thin - but it defines one thing from the other - hence, there is no such thing as almost. You can't be almost dead, for example. You either are dead, or you are alive.
Life[place thin line here]Death.
-JBLife[place thin line here]Death.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
As good as it gets...
A friend of mine dedicated her status update to her husband today.
In a few words she managed to capture a universe of feelings and emotions. It read,
Real relationships are not anything like the fictional romance we see on TV and read about in steamy novels. Real love is like your favourite worn-out t-shirt... A piece of clothing you own, like something you know like the back of your hand, you can find it, recognize it in the dark just by feeling it, just by a touch. You miss it when it's not with you. It may have been for years, but the years feel like a lifetime... some relationships remain unchanged by time - from the day they begin till the end of life as we know it. These are the relationships that feel like your favourite old t-shirt. One where there are parts of the fabric more used than the other, and patches that are worn out with time and daily use; a little canvas almost, where every stain is a memory captured, every mark is a moment engraved in your mind. And just like some of our strongest, most-treasured relationships, the surface of the fabric may have loosened over time... still, although it has loosened, that flexibility somehow maintains a special, unique comfort, a very binding security within the fibers of that very fabric's core. It is such relationships that bring a warmth to our hearts that no other can bring.
-JB
In a few words she managed to capture a universe of feelings and emotions. It read,
My husband has made me laugh. Wiped my tears. Hugged me tight. Watched me succeed. Seen me fail. Cheered me on. Kept me going. He is a promise from God, that I will always have a friend.
Real relationships are not anything like the fictional romance we see on TV and read about in steamy novels. Real love is like your favourite worn-out t-shirt... A piece of clothing you own, like something you know like the back of your hand, you can find it, recognize it in the dark just by feeling it, just by a touch. You miss it when it's not with you. It may have been for years, but the years feel like a lifetime... some relationships remain unchanged by time - from the day they begin till the end of life as we know it. These are the relationships that feel like your favourite old t-shirt. One where there are parts of the fabric more used than the other, and patches that are worn out with time and daily use; a little canvas almost, where every stain is a memory captured, every mark is a moment engraved in your mind. And just like some of our strongest, most-treasured relationships, the surface of the fabric may have loosened over time... still, although it has loosened, that flexibility somehow maintains a special, unique comfort, a very binding security within the fibers of that very fabric's core. It is such relationships that bring a warmth to our hearts that no other can bring.
-JB
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Borderline.
...I think I just want to show - that every body hurts, and anyone can break sometimes...
I know a girl who is hurting right now. And all the hurt is changing her - and it's making her stronger, in the way she hates to become stronger - but she has always been very strong - and she has survived many avalanches, and floods, and earthquakes, and tsunamis - so she will survive this one too. There is so much confusion - so many things from the past and the present merging together. Just right now - she is feeling so tired... feeling dizzy with all the hurt and the names she's been called... It's making her sick inside... and it hurts right now... but, she will be OK - because she needs to be OK for herself, she needs to be brave, and strong - because she loves herself, even when the whole world doesn't love her.
Even if there is no one who understands her - she understands her - and she loves herself unconditionally.
She didn't sleep well last night - and her head is hurting so much... feels like it's going to explode inside.
She feels so tired, so tired - she can't even find another word for tired.
Life is so good to her, but it is so hard with her - there is a price to pay for every thing.
She has to work so hard in everyway - and when she gets sad, things just don't go well - everything begins to fall apart. Like everything today. But she will fix all the things that are falling apart - because she has dealt with so many hurts, she has healed herself so many times. She will get out of this hurt - like a phoenix that burns and then grows again from its own ashes.
She is not a victim. She is a survivor.
She will survive - the only way she knows how - when the worst way is the best way... where there are epic greys and never any black and white.
Be strong, my dear... everything will be OK in the end; if it's not OK, it's not the end.
-JB
I know a girl who is hurting right now. And all the hurt is changing her - and it's making her stronger, in the way she hates to become stronger - but she has always been very strong - and she has survived many avalanches, and floods, and earthquakes, and tsunamis - so she will survive this one too. There is so much confusion - so many things from the past and the present merging together. Just right now - she is feeling so tired... feeling dizzy with all the hurt and the names she's been called... It's making her sick inside... and it hurts right now... but, she will be OK - because she needs to be OK for herself, she needs to be brave, and strong - because she loves herself, even when the whole world doesn't love her.
Even if there is no one who understands her - she understands her - and she loves herself unconditionally.
She didn't sleep well last night - and her head is hurting so much... feels like it's going to explode inside.
She feels so tired, so tired - she can't even find another word for tired.
Life is so good to her, but it is so hard with her - there is a price to pay for every thing.
She has to work so hard in everyway - and when she gets sad, things just don't go well - everything begins to fall apart. Like everything today. But she will fix all the things that are falling apart - because she has dealt with so many hurts, she has healed herself so many times. She will get out of this hurt - like a phoenix that burns and then grows again from its own ashes.
She is not a victim. She is a survivor.
She will survive - the only way she knows how - when the worst way is the best way... where there are epic greys and never any black and white.
Be strong, my dear... everything will be OK in the end; if it's not OK, it's not the end.
-JB
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Victorious Secret Model
Whatever you win is a victory - be happy, be grateful.
Don't worry about the what-ifs. Everyone can't win gold. You tried. Be proud of yourself.
When you win something - you are a winner!
Did you know the girl who won the bronze medal will always be happier than the girl who won the silver medal?
Because the girl who won bronze 'made it' - a second, an inch, a moment could have made the difference between her winning bronze and winning nothing...
The girl who won silver is better than the girl who won bronze, but she'll spend her time wondering what-if she had done just a little bit better, she could have won gold...?
And the girl who won gold - will never be happy after winning the gold.
Because now she can never go back to bronze or silver.
So, if you only won bronze - it's okay. Be happy, be grateful, enjoy it.
Every thing happens for a reason. As long as you won something, you're a winner.
-JB
Friday, August 27, 2010
One Hundred Things I Like (in no particular order) -
High heels
The concept of soul mates
Eating a meal with my family
Pretty Woman (the movie)
Sunlight (natural light)
People who are self-aware
Revenge
Serendipity (the happy coincidence, and the movie)
Cooking with real chillies instead of chillie powder
Being barefoot
Holding my children close to me
Old buildings/ architecture
Coloured lights
Watching a sunrise (more than a sunset)
Feeling the sand in my toes at a beach
Laughing
Writing with a pencil (instead of a pen)
Andy Warhol
Painting
The colour Red
Silver more than Gold
Black & White shoes
Brown paper bags (because they make the crumpling sound)
Cheetos
Coke (never Diet Coke)
White wine
Marilyn Monroe
Strawberries, cherries, and lychees. Also grapes, watermelon, kiwi.
Wearing lipstick
Miracle (the scent)
Christmas trees that are decorated
Cooking
Taking pictures with my phone of little every day things
Listening to music and breaking in to a dance
The concept and belief that there is a Higher Power
Living
Tasting things on my tongue
Madonna
Chocolate
Watching plays
The Fountainhead
Driving really fast on a good road
Being in water (specially with clothes on)
Walk barefoot
Lamps and lanterns and candles
Talking to people
Hugging more than kissing
People who smell nice
Mushrooms
The concept of fairies and pixies
Harry Potter
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole
Bright coloured bed sheets
Murals
Whipped cream
Getting manicures and pedicures
Yoga
Traveling around the world
Reading about mythology
Dinosaurs
The Flintstones
Hats instead of sunglasses
Black-tinted black cars
Cats
Camel rides
Walking in a park
Soap (not shower gel)
Vanilla Incense-sticks
Mirrors
Sushi
Sweet mangoes
“Daal Chawal”
Tom Yam Goong soup
Plants with interesting shaped leaves
Trees (all kinds)
Dates (the fruit)
Cashew nuts
Honesty
Loyalty
The concept of Good Karma
The sea
Meteora Greece
My lips and my eyes
People who are brave enough to love themselves
Home-made Lemonade
Autobiographies
Cheeses
Champagne
Olives
Red polish
Flamingos
Tea cups and saucers
Cold water to drink
80’s music
Boat rides
The colour of my skin
SlumDog Millionaire
Fairytales
Cheap Indian music
Long flowing figure-hugging dresses
This is a self-awareness excercise I do once every year.
Try listing down 100 things you really like - you will enjoy it - find out what are a few of your favourite things :)
-JB
The concept of soul mates
Eating a meal with my family
Pretty Woman (the movie)
Sunlight (natural light)
People who are self-aware
Revenge
Serendipity (the happy coincidence, and the movie)
Cooking with real chillies instead of chillie powder
Being barefoot
Holding my children close to me
Old buildings/ architecture
Coloured lights
Watching a sunrise (more than a sunset)
Feeling the sand in my toes at a beach
Laughing
Writing with a pencil (instead of a pen)
Andy Warhol
Painting
The colour Red
Silver more than Gold
Black & White shoes
Brown paper bags (because they make the crumpling sound)
Cheetos
Coke (never Diet Coke)
White wine
Marilyn Monroe
Strawberries, cherries, and lychees. Also grapes, watermelon, kiwi.
Wearing lipstick
Miracle (the scent)
Christmas trees that are decorated
Cooking
Taking pictures with my phone of little every day things
Listening to music and breaking in to a dance
The concept and belief that there is a Higher Power
Living
Tasting things on my tongue
Madonna
Chocolate
Watching plays
The Fountainhead
Driving really fast on a good road
Being in water (specially with clothes on)
Walk barefoot
Lamps and lanterns and candles
Talking to people
Hugging more than kissing
People who smell nice
Mushrooms
The concept of fairies and pixies
Harry Potter
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole
Bright coloured bed sheets
Murals
Whipped cream
Getting manicures and pedicures
Yoga
Traveling around the world
Reading about mythology
Dinosaurs
The Flintstones
Hats instead of sunglasses
Black-tinted black cars
Cats
Camel rides
Walking in a park
Soap (not shower gel)
Vanilla Incense-sticks
Mirrors
Sushi
Sweet mangoes
“Daal Chawal”
Tom Yam Goong soup
Plants with interesting shaped leaves
Trees (all kinds)
Dates (the fruit)
Cashew nuts
Honesty
Loyalty
The concept of Good Karma
The sea
Meteora Greece
My lips and my eyes
People who are brave enough to love themselves
Home-made Lemonade
Autobiographies
Cheeses
Champagne
Olives
Red polish
Flamingos
Tea cups and saucers
Cold water to drink
80’s music
Boat rides
The colour of my skin
SlumDog Millionaire
Fairytales
Cheap Indian music
Long flowing figure-hugging dresses
This is a self-awareness excercise I do once every year.
Try listing down 100 things you really like - you will enjoy it - find out what are a few of your favourite things :)
-JB
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Aunty Agony - The Aunty #1
Misery loves company - and if you're miserable you should go talk to the Problem Solver Extraordinaire - AUNTY AGONY.
Aunty Agony is a facebook page run by a Miss Know-It-All.
Simply 'click' on the title of this post item to go to Aunty Agony - and get your solutions.
Promote it. Join it.
Live. Laugh. Love.
-JB
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Hang, man!
Relationships are simple - whether based on Love, Friendship, Family...
All relationships are like two people holding a piece of rope at each end.
Sometimes the rope becomes longer, that's when the distance between them is greater.
They are far apart, but they're still together... holding on to the rope.
The rope is the bond.
Sometimes the rope becomes short, and they come closer. That is when there is very little or no distance between the two. They are together, close - united.
The important thing is that two people in a relatonship keep holding on to the rope - whether it is long or short... if one of them drops their end of the rope the relationship ends. So, hold on to your ends when you are far apart... and hold on to each other when you are close together.
-JB
Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Three Little Words
Here is Jane Bravo's take on the Top 5 "Three Special Words" (in no particular order) - we have all at some point in our lives said them, and heard them. And at those points in our lives - these words made us who we are :)
JUST DO IT! - the three most motivational words. Usually uttered by the winners, the risk-takers, the do-ers (often the dreamers say these three words too).
YOU ARE PERFECT - the three most-wanted words everyone believes about themselves. Your parents will tell you this, your loving spouse will tell you this, and sometimes you will tell yourself this. You will always believe these three words to be true.
LET'S GET NAKED!? The three most candid words you will ever hear (as opposed to other words that are attempts to get you down to your birthday-suit, but don't really manage to send the correct indication of intention, perhaps?) These three words are usually used (and/or heard) by people between the ages of 16 to 50 years during pursuit of some "booty". Incidentally, these same three words may be used on you when you are at the doctor's for a medical checkup too.
I LOVE YOU - the three most favourite words in the world *sigh* These three words are the best lie you ever hear, or they are the greatest three words you'll ever feel; Either way, whenever someone says these three words to you, you will believe in Love and love hearing them every single time...
DON'T TRUST ANYONE - The three wisest words - the old wise ones will tell you these. And they are right: don't trust anyone! Sadly, you wont believe the wise ones when they tell you... you won't believe these three words till you are older and wiser... and then you'll be telling some foolish young thing these same three words!
You will be your own wise guy then ;)
-JB
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I am Pakistani.

Most days, it is not a good feeling to be a Pakistani, whether you are a Pakistani in Pakistan, or a Pakistani anywhere else...
I am a Pakistani - in Pakistan... We have pockets of different social cultures here, each doing it's own two bits, feeling (trying to feel, rather) superior to the other social circles and social cultures here. Each one is an extreme: too religious, or too blatant, or too modern, or too radical, or too relaxed, or too uneducated, or too educated, too rich, or too poor - the disbalance is obvious and it is everywhere you look. I feel like an alien in my own country in most parts of Pakistan. People are judgemental here - if you can't do something their way: it is wrong. It is OK to be diverse - we should be united in our diversity.
I am a Pakistani - out of Pakistan... The different religions, peoples, cultures I come across in places out of Pakistan are so different from us - their social and communal systems work - they respect each other within the fraternity and people who are from different backgrounds all the same - it doesn't matter if they are different: with different social beliefs, different lifestyles, different ways to do things - everyone does their own thing, everyone is happy, everyone is open to other ideas, ways - and no one is judged for doing something differently.
I am a Pakistani? And I don't know what Pakistan is all about... In a country that is full of such diversity - I feel sad to see the social 'wars' attempting to suffocate, strangle, and kill us all. We are Muslims in majority - and yet our religion is now all about extremes, what about the message of 'Peace'? Is that not the core of Islam? I am wondering now what to do with all my rich ancient Mughul history, and the beautiful progressive modern-day pop music that is listened to and liked around the world – we gave the world Pappu Saaein and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - did we not? And yet we are viewed not as a hub of culture and art, but as a disastrous nation on the brink of many failures, promoting corruption and disolving itself by itself; We have many things of value, from our world famous sportsmen to our inspirational Sufis, and their works - but we do not value all this - we only want to conquer each other, not the world! We could spread a positive image of Pakistan: if nothing else, we have a dynamic history that reflects in our landmarks that represent our national spirit, and how we can celebrate all our festivals and our holidays - without killing and traumatizing the minorities and our other Muslim sects. There is so much to 'show and tell' about Pakistan to the world - the values that we imbibe, and our age-old traditions, but we as Pakistanis have forgotten all this - we only remember to be selfish extremists. People here think their beliefs, their systems are the best - people who will go to all lengths to display their superiority - be it by killing minorities, or by not giving women their human rights, or by banning things for the masses but making it OK for the rich and influential to do the same things openly.
I am a Pakistani. And I live in a country which does not give a man the right to sue for the wrong done to him - because the legal system does not work. I live in a country which does not give me water in my taps - because there is a water-tanker mafia I have to bow down to. I live in a country where my lights go out five times a day - because there is no way to make the system work, and no one to hold accountable. I live in a country where children beg on the streets, where minorities are raped and murdered. I live in a country where people are abused in a variety of ways - but there is no legal system to help them. I live in a country where the VIP can get away with murder and also stop traffic for hours so that the streets are clear when he is on them. I live in a country where when I see a policeman or a police car, I want to run as fast as I can in the opposite direction - because they are evil and corrupt.
I am a Pakistani.
And right now I am wondering how to feel proud about it.
- JB
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Life's a Gamble. Let's Ramble.

No one said it would be easy - this Life...
But I don't remember anyone ever saying it could be so hard either.
Life has often made me feel like a sideline - I'm like the extra item on someone's plate. I'm the baked potato or the salad - that comes with the deal. You didn't really need it on your plate, but it's there, so you'll have it with the rest of your meal anyway.
I go through life making mistakes. I make mistakes all the time. Each one grander than the last - I make mistakes all the time. Big ones, small ones, stupid ones, damaging ones, irresponsible ones... I make lots and lots and lots of mistakes - mistakes here, there, and everywhere...
I go through life making the same mistakes - over and over and over... I am such a fool. I cry, I bleed, I hurt, I fall, I scream, I run, I crumble, and tumble, and am often lost - over and over and over again. Why do I never learn? Good question, and no answer.
What hurts the most? I don't know. All I know is that I hurt, inside and outside - and on the inside of the inside: like, my soul hurts, my soul cries, and bleeds - there is so much pain that it numbs me to everything else - it is like someone switched all my senses off - the physical ones and the other ones.
I go through all my mistakes - and I am standing at a breaking point right now... indecisive, and lost. I am willing myself, I am patting myself on the back, I am hooting myself on - 'You can do it, baby!' and I'm hoping that I will not make anymore mistakes that hurt so hard... I am hoping that somehow someday at some point I will see how I didn't make the mistakes, that the mistakes made ME.
So, go on, Life, make a Fool of me again. Go on, Love, break my Soul again. Go on, Hope, save my Thoughts again. Go on, Dreams, help me Live again. Go on, Fate, make my Plans again. Go on Nerves, hold me tight again. And go on, Heart... be of Gold again.
But I don't remember anyone ever saying it could be so hard either.
Life has often made me feel like a sideline - I'm like the extra item on someone's plate. I'm the baked potato or the salad - that comes with the deal. You didn't really need it on your plate, but it's there, so you'll have it with the rest of your meal anyway.
I go through life making mistakes. I make mistakes all the time. Each one grander than the last - I make mistakes all the time. Big ones, small ones, stupid ones, damaging ones, irresponsible ones... I make lots and lots and lots of mistakes - mistakes here, there, and everywhere...
I go through life making the same mistakes - over and over and over... I am such a fool. I cry, I bleed, I hurt, I fall, I scream, I run, I crumble, and tumble, and am often lost - over and over and over again. Why do I never learn? Good question, and no answer.
What hurts the most? I don't know. All I know is that I hurt, inside and outside - and on the inside of the inside: like, my soul hurts, my soul cries, and bleeds - there is so much pain that it numbs me to everything else - it is like someone switched all my senses off - the physical ones and the other ones.
I go through all my mistakes - and I am standing at a breaking point right now... indecisive, and lost. I am willing myself, I am patting myself on the back, I am hooting myself on - 'You can do it, baby!' and I'm hoping that I will not make anymore mistakes that hurt so hard... I am hoping that somehow someday at some point I will see how I didn't make the mistakes, that the mistakes made ME.
So, go on, Life, make a Fool of me again. Go on, Love, break my Soul again. Go on, Hope, save my Thoughts again. Go on, Dreams, help me Live again. Go on, Fate, make my Plans again. Go on Nerves, hold me tight again. And go on, Heart... be of Gold again.
-JB
Friday, April 02, 2010
Ooooh Baby, Baby, it's a Wild World... Just Be Good.

I’ve been through many trials and tribulations at the hands of people who have been close to me in this Life. And *if* I have learnt one thing - it is the balance of Good and Bad in every single person. No one is Good all the time, and no one is Bad all the time. I often *try to* seek the good in the people around me, especially when they are not good to me. It’s a weird practice, yes – but... I believe there is equal measure of good and bad in every person. And I often feel *now*, that for every Vice of ours we carry a Virtue within us. I feel now, that in a world that is full of Evil, they are some definite rays of Hope in the ashes.
Classical Greek philosophers (I am not an authority on the Greeks, but I like how they thought) considered the Foremost Virtues to be Prudence, Temperance, Courage, and Justice. Hmmm.
Classical Greek philosophers (I am not an authority on the Greeks, but I like how they thought) considered the Foremost Virtues to be Prudence, Temperance, Courage, and Justice. Hmmm.
Early Christian Church theologians followed these virtues too.
They believed these virtues to be equally important to all people; whether they were Christian or non-Christian. Sort of like A Life Philosophy for everyone from every faith - this is the fringe, the outline of all your beliefs, the very foundations of your entire Belief System as a human being; Even if you do not believe in religion and in God; this is the code you have to crack - to insert goodness into your Self, your Life, your Idealogy.
The best three things in Life - Love, Hope, Faith.
Love, Hope, and Faith were defined by St. Paul as the three chief virtues. This being the essential nature of God and our belief in the Higher Power (even Fate, if we do not believe in God). These are the exact virtues we all embody when we are down. Are they not?
Seven Sins and Seven Virtues… *wow* (I like it so far):
For Pride there is Humility.
For Envy there is Kindness.
For Gluttony there is Abstinence.
For Lust there is Chastity.
For Anger there is Patience.
For Greed there is Liberality.
For Sloth there is Diligence.
Interestingly enough the Seven Contrary Virtues were derived from the "Psychomachia"- literally meaning "Battle for the Soul" – this is an epic poem written by Prudentius – it was written a long, long, long time ago... it's so well titled, I think - Life is a Constant Battle for our Soul.
Know that for every sin within your mind, you hold the counter virtue in your heart.
The Power was always in your Senses. You just never thought about it.
The Power was always in your Senses. You just never thought about it.
Never let go of Love, Hope and Faith.
-JB
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Lions, and Tigers, and Bears? Oh my.

"Lions, and tigers, and bears... oh my!" said Dorothy... As she made her way through an enchanted forest, towards the Emerald City, to see the Wizard of Oz.
She was with the Tin-Man, the Scare-Crow, and the Cowardly Lion.
She was scared, she was tired, but she was with friends... So, she convinced herself she was safe. That's what friends do. Make you Feel.
They make you feel safe - when you're scared.
They make you feel strong - when you feel weak.
They make you feel confident - when you're insecure.
I like that story. I remember watching it for the first time on video in the late 80s. "Somewhere over the rainbow..."
The movie was all black & white, and then turns to a million-multi-coloured visual when the yellow brick road begins. There are munchkins in munchkin land, and a Witch that dies when Dorothy's flying house falls on her, just in time to save the munchkins from the worst kinds of evil... Dorothy wants to get home with Toto - her cute (but useless) little dog.
The Good Fairy gives her the Ruby Slippers (from the dead witch) before the other Bad Witch is able to take them. The Bad Witch spends the entire story trying to get the Ruby Slippers back. But not even the Evil Flying Monkeys can get them off Dorothy. So... they fly her to the Witch's castle - where the Witch meets her end at the hands of Dorothy. Dorothy now only wants to get home - back to Aunt Em...
She keeps following the Yellow Brick Road.
Determined.
The yellow brick road is the path to Emerald City.
The Emerald City representing a place of Peace, and Happiness - where all your wishes will be granted. Where everything you dream comes true...
The Wizard of Oz, the Superman (of sorts) - the Maker-of-wishes-coming-True - reveals that the Ruby Red Slippers... the power to make her dream come true, was already (and always) with Dorothy - she just never knew it.
Life is a Journey.
Life is a Momentum.
Life is a journey, of many moments - inter-linked and inter-locked, like a lattice growing together.
We forget what we have.
We forget our strengths - till we have friends who help us, help us solve the riddles... walk the Yellow brick road, with us.
Like Dorothy, I go from one moment to the next moment - one journey to the next journey.
And to be completely honest... I did not know how to get to where I am standing right now. I wanted to be here, get here, and I did not know the way at all.
But, I reached somehow, falling, running, bruising, weeping... I got here.
This is where I wanted to be? I am not sure.
This is where Fate brought me.
This is where I was supposed to be standing right now.
How to go beyond here?
That is something I know well.
That is something I have learnt a long, long time ago.
That is something I am not afraid of.
-JB
She was with the Tin-Man, the Scare-Crow, and the Cowardly Lion.
She was scared, she was tired, but she was with friends... So, she convinced herself she was safe. That's what friends do. Make you Feel.
They make you feel safe - when you're scared.
They make you feel strong - when you feel weak.
They make you feel confident - when you're insecure.
I like that story. I remember watching it for the first time on video in the late 80s. "Somewhere over the rainbow..."
The movie was all black & white, and then turns to a million-multi-coloured visual when the yellow brick road begins. There are munchkins in munchkin land, and a Witch that dies when Dorothy's flying house falls on her, just in time to save the munchkins from the worst kinds of evil... Dorothy wants to get home with Toto - her cute (but useless) little dog.
The Good Fairy gives her the Ruby Slippers (from the dead witch) before the other Bad Witch is able to take them. The Bad Witch spends the entire story trying to get the Ruby Slippers back. But not even the Evil Flying Monkeys can get them off Dorothy. So... they fly her to the Witch's castle - where the Witch meets her end at the hands of Dorothy. Dorothy now only wants to get home - back to Aunt Em...
She keeps following the Yellow Brick Road.
Determined.
The yellow brick road is the path to Emerald City.
The Emerald City representing a place of Peace, and Happiness - where all your wishes will be granted. Where everything you dream comes true...
The Wizard of Oz, the Superman (of sorts) - the Maker-of-wishes-coming-True - reveals that the Ruby Red Slippers... the power to make her dream come true, was already (and always) with Dorothy - she just never knew it.
Life is a Journey.
Life is a Momentum.
Life is a journey, of many moments - inter-linked and inter-locked, like a lattice growing together.
We forget what we have.
We forget our strengths - till we have friends who help us, help us solve the riddles... walk the Yellow brick road, with us.
Like Dorothy, I go from one moment to the next moment - one journey to the next journey.
And to be completely honest... I did not know how to get to where I am standing right now. I wanted to be here, get here, and I did not know the way at all.
But, I reached somehow, falling, running, bruising, weeping... I got here.
This is where I wanted to be? I am not sure.
This is where Fate brought me.
This is where I was supposed to be standing right now.
How to go beyond here?
That is something I know well.
That is something I have learnt a long, long time ago.
That is something I am not afraid of.
-JB
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Special is a Big Deal

Making your special people feel special is very challenging, but very important.
Everyone has had a hard time at some point in their lives. Including you.
But, some people had it worse than you; let them feel they are more important than anything else to you; that they are special.
They will love you for it. In every sense of the word.
They will love you for it. In every sense of the word.
And they will love you forever.
Saying you love them is not enough for them.
They need signs all the time.
They have little faith left in people - even the people close to them have let them down.
Don’t demean them in front of other people; they are already hurting inside, heal them if you can.
They are already insecure, they need your support, they need your love. And they think it is their right because you said you love them. Did you really mean it when you said it?
They will never know how to tell you what they are really feeling.
Understand them. Don't analyse them.
They will do the exact opposite of eveything you think they will do, or should do, can do - it is because they want to feel stronger; and become stronger, and feel secure. They will never admit that they depend on you in any way, for anything.
They are so used to rejection, and people denying them what they need to have - they will not expect you to be nice. Ever. Be nice all the time. Surprise them.
In fact, they will give you every reason to be mean to them, to lash out at them, to behave in an egotistical and rude way – they believe they are safer alone, but they are not happy that way, and they never feel safe.
Don’t buy the things they throw out at you – if you love them, show them you do. What is holding you back?
Show them - that no matter what, you will be standing right there.
Let your Ego go.
Let your Ego go.
If you truly think they are special - make them feel they are that special.
If these people are important to you.
Show them.
Show them.
If they are not important...
Don't tell them they are. Why bother? Unless you are trying to trick them...
Don't tell them they are. Why bother? Unless you are trying to trick them...
They don’t want to know that they are important. They won't believe you with just words and flowers. They want to feel they are important to you. They only believe in proof now.
Do they give you something? Do they make you happy?
Do they bring something special to your life?
Do they bring something special to your life?
Do you claim to LOVE them?
If you have answered Yes to all these questions - these people may be very important to you.
They will reach out to you in their own twisted ways.
If you have answered Yes to all these questions - these people may be very important to you.
They will reach out to you in their own twisted ways.
Because they have been duped so many times before you came along.
Real life is very real for them.
So, please don’t try to make them user-friendly.
Don’t try to make them house-broken.
They wont do it.
They’ve built walls around themselves – they’ve built these walls to see who will have the faith in them, and the love for them, to break these walls down and be with them against all odds.
They’ve built walls around themselves – they’ve built these walls to see who will have the faith in them, and the love for them, to break these walls down and be with them against all odds.
They haven't put up these walls to keep people out.
They just want to make sure that the only people they let in are the ones they matter to. Those are the only people that matter to them.
No one else is important to them.
Their life is important to them, and their love is most important to them - their definition of love, that is.
So love them if they matter to you.
Love them the way they want to be loved.
Don’t love them when it suits you.
Don't love them to feel good about yourself.
They won't care for such feelings.
Because, they want genuine goods only.
You can't fool them; you can't buy them.
Love them the way they want to be loved.
Don’t love them when it suits you.
Don't love them to feel good about yourself.
They won't care for such feelings.
Because, they want genuine goods only.
You can't fool them; you can't buy them.
Don't try. They will hate you for it.
They have already lost everything; they have nothing left to loose.
Love them unconditonally.
And understand what both those word mean - Unconditional, and Love.
And understand what both those word mean - Unconditional, and Love.
By the time you finish reading this you will know what you need to do. And what you want to do.
You can either be Happy, or be Right.
There is no Third Option.
Choose.
Someone Special is a Big Deal - don't take them lightly.
If you do take them lightly, they aren't that special.
-JB
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