The Beautiful : Big Sur California

My places !!


It took us approximately two hours from San Jose to reach Big Sur through windy Pacific Coast Highway. Big Sur is a ninety miles long and twenty miles wide strip of paradise in central coast of California. It is approximately 150 miles south of San Francisco and 300 miles north of Los Angeles.



It offers its visitors cliffs, rocks, forests, beaches, waterfalls , state run parks and above all breathtaking views. I found the stark contrast of natural colours between water and cliffs and rocks absolutely beautiful. I could have almost stared at the scenes all day and never got tired. You can explore this remote wilderness for hiking, camping , swimming , diving or just laying on the sand and feel the chilly breeze. Big Sur is Beautiful.



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Snow in Toronto

My places !!

Snow in Toronto

This is the parking area of my workplace. I arrived early in the morning to avoid traffic hassle and slippery highways. This scene captivated me for few moments and then I decided to capture it. Untouched snow and colours of sky behind these trees are looking breathtaking. Nature can be beautiful and as well as ruthless. Toronto ‘s snow season has started this year a bit earlier as compared to previous year.

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Blind Spot

She was speeding fast on highway while listening to music and thinking of upcoming party . “Oh ! I have to take the next exit”, she said to herself . As she changed lane without checking the blind spot , a horn shrieked  nearby and she also heard screeching of brakes of nearby vehicle.” Oh my God  I almost  ran into a fatal accident.” She cursed  herself loudly while exiting the highway. As she was parking her car at her workplace, suddenly something flashed in her nerve wracked brain . Last summer her engagement broke off as she accidentally ran into her fiancé in the mall while he was making out with her best friend.  Life is a mindless journey of twists and turns. Is it not? Or perhaps  sometimes looking over your shoulder is worth saving a life.

A life short lived

Yeah ! I just turned 19 when I died instantly in a car crash. My seventeen years old friend tried to hang on to life for few days  but could not make it either.My story got covered in local newspapers .Different advocacy groups grabbed links to this tragic news  for their websites and got pumped new life into their respective causes by drawing discussion and comments. Relatives and friends thronged my house to give support and pay condolences.

Now ! being on this other side of world  I worry about my family.This accident has cost not only two young lives but an irreparable loss  to loved ones.It has indeed!!

Seriously !do you think that all the blame should be put on my shoulders because a male teenager was  involved in reckless or impaired driving. May be our society as a whole should start sharing some responsibility of this tragedy.

My story :I had to make two ends meet for my family doing odd jobs and trying to cope with studies at school too. As new immigrants my parents were still struggling with new culture , language proficiency and job search. I became man of the house and start taking more share of responsibility than I should be. There always has to be some outlet for young generations when stress almost start to become a burden. I shared my dreams , thoughts with my friends. I made lot of friends . Pleasing friends and spending time was the only time which would make my days. In this short lived life I tried to be a good son , brother , friend and student.

Indeed! my life was  short lived and I had the utmost desire to do so much for family and friends!!

You never left me !

Dear brother!

Here comes another long weekend with Easter Friday and Monday off ! It is a family reunion time. I would be as usual busy  doing laundry, buying groceries  , house cleaning , cooking and meeting some family friends. During this busy schedule will I be  able  to  keep  you away from my mind? Not at all!!

 Last summer I flew back home just to meet you and rest of the family. You were there at Islamabad airport to welcome me with open arms. We all had a such a good time together during family feast that you  had arranged for me especially. After few days  you left for official world tour along with sister in law  and promised me that you would be back  in time soon to say farewell to me before my departure to Canada .

I do not understand to this day what happened after that. Events seem to be muddled up in my mind. All I can remember is that you were sleeping very soundly and did not wake up to my cries and sobs. An unfortunate car accident took  you and sister in law away from me for ever.

A friend said to me  “Your brother has not left ! He is on a new journey She is right ! Your good deeds, honesty, integrity , highest level of commitment to civil service, never ending support to family and friends are like a beacon of light for us. But  your footsteps are too big  and my small feet do not fit into them. No matter I will follow you and your principles because you  have never left my heart and soul .

On Changing season


At last! bitter cold winter is giving way to warmer temperatures.  When it snows first time after a gap ,it  adds to scenic beauty not only around you but touches a part  your soul too. You love to welcome floating flakes of snow   in air , white dust settling  on roof tops, and a warm cup of hot coffee in your hand  on a cool November evening. Looking through  window you would probably smile to yourself while relishing the sight of snow coming down .

As time progresses winter start lashing out by piling up mountains of snows around side walks and  blowing bone chilling howling winds frequently. Weather becomes a big story on every news channel and you start praying for change. You yearn for sunshine , evening walks around parks , outdoor picnics and beautifully cloured  growing  tulips in your backyard.

Change is an important phase of our life. Whether it is for good or  worse it breaks monotomy in our life. Nature also likes variety . Look around you !! You will be able to see variation in so many things, species,people, cultures, thoughts  and emotions. Accepting  change and coping with it is the essence of our personal growth.

My personal loss

Almost one and a half year ago , I lost someone who is very dear to my heart and soul. Life is not same after that tragic incident. All my thoughts were concentrated on that loss. I have asked myself a number of times, ” Did I deserve this?” There is no answer to this question.

Sudden loss of any kind often becomes a traumatic experience. It can give you sleepless nights, anxiety and many health related problems. You can eventually draw yourself into a state where you may lose interest in life and whatever is happening around you. Those were the most scariest moments of my life when I started to feel the same.

Most people say time is a great healer. That may be true in most cases but personally I feel that loss of a loved one creates a permanent scar on your soul. To do justice for the memory of your loved one , do some good deeds in this life so that he or she may be proud of you.

That old black diary!

That old black diary
That old black diary remained with me for many years. It was my own private world of loving memories. To another person it just had lists of daily chores to be done, important reminders, names, addresses and telephone numbers but for me it was like reliving a wonderful past.
That diary became a symbol of dedication and integrity for me. It was a reminder for me that in this material world there used to be a soul who cared for others. Whenever my teaching days became too hectic I would get inspiration from that black diary .That diary actually depicted life of an amazing teacher /principal who believed in making positive difference in the lives of students.
That was my father’s diary who served his community for many years as a great teacher and visionary principal of a private school in Pakistan.
I still have that diary with me somewhere in my book shelf but I need to move on. I am thinking of writing my own black diary in comming days.