The two types of learning..

1 :- Out of passion, curiosity, experience and in search of growth.. This kind of learning get stored into our memory for a long period of time.. And can be retained even after 15-20 years..

2 :- Out of Force, There are time in our lives when we are told to learn something to pass a particular test/Exam… This learning takes place under pressure and stress and is hard to retain after a long period time..

So let’s focus on Passion learning instead of Force Learning ..

#Personal experience

— Abdul Gani Punjabi

Time I invest in – Day

Peace everyone!!! Here again we are blessed to have friday.. the most blessed day for me and yeah something to learn..

Woke up at 11, eeehh had an event by 2 but yeah i know at what time i should reach.. So i did..

People who are looking at my pic and wondering why i uploaded.. it’s because it’s my new look 😎 got a hair-cut when i felt like “Bus ab to kat le” (Enough- Now cut it down).. So reached college at 12pm.. and volunteered with the work..

Yes, we organised a program regarding “Communal Harmony ” and the speaker was a brilliant personality. A Film actresses, very well known.

Swara Bhaskar“.. She had acted in movies and was great at her role ❀

The event was interesting there were many new things to learn and the best part was “Q & A” session..

This is how i looked 5 days ago πŸ˜‰ entirely different than how i look now ❀

This was the poster/Board at the main entrance of our college..

This is the view when their was no-one.. Early in the morning.. Full empty, not a single person except a girl πŸ˜…

This is the pic of the ongoing event..

Though the crowd was more, at the end. but couldn’t get the pic πŸ˜…

Here are the dignitaries, 2 of them are Alumina and in between its our Honourable principal, and next to him .. It’s “Swara bhaskar” (The speaker of the event)

This was the write-up in a newspaper about our event in the newspaper..

Finally it’s over.. The day was good ❀

Here i sit on the bus stop – Just to type what i did today.. Even though i need to catch my train πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.. Sometimes i sit anywhere, and write for myself- because “Now” is the time to give it a go πŸ˜‡

Night life in Mumbai- Cst ❀

Right here i am sitting and writing it all down πŸ˜… yeah the bus-stop 🐾

—- Abdul Gani Punjabi

Step that changed Azhar’s Life πŸ‘£

Stories that have deep stories within….

“Some stories seems like a dream, but then it starts to scatter, when greed comes into play”.

To be Continued….

Money-Money-Money .. That’s what i needed. That fool ! Old man thought i was in love with his daughter ? haha.. From the first day i met her i had only one thing in my mind “A Golden opportunity, A walking credit card“. I did my best to seduce her and succeeded, And she thought i was in love with her ? MY FOOT. Aah !! at last i am free now, within two days i will be travelling to Singapore and will enjoy my life according to my dreams.

“Hello, Express travel.. ? Book my ticket for Singapore, along with the best hotel, for two days later.” … “Ok Sir” – The recipient replied.

As soon as he reached home, at night he packed his bags and without informing his parents left to stay in a 5 star hotel. And before Leaving he left a letter in which he wrote

“From today I am going to live my life by my rules, money is what we did not had since the beginning, and today i won the biggest lottery of my life i will spend every single penny in enjoyment. And i don’t care about my college, we go to college so that we can study and get rich, and today i have billions. So i don’t care about college anymore. And if she came searching for me tell her that, there are more beautiful and prettier girl than you. Why should our son marry you?.. When she will listen to this, she will cry for a while and will return back to her father.”

“Room no : 708 Sir, the best room in our hotel, with a balcony which gives the whole view of the city. It’s on the 29 floor” – the receptionist said.

“Yes, Go ahead. Give me the keys”

“Here” ~ She said, with a big smile on her face.

Huh.. For the first time in life, this soft bed, the pillow, the blanket, the air-conditioner, the tiles, the decoration, and the biggest bathroom i have ever seen. And the balcony “Woohoo” .. Fresh Air . This is Amazing. He was so tired that he slept on the swing in the balcony”.

“Teerrrrrrrrrrrrrr ” – The Alarm rang, This phone is too old, Today in the afternoon i will purchase the Latest mobile phone and best suits to wear.

(It was early in the morning)

“Ting tong” – Who is it? his mother asked.

“I am from express travel, and i am here to deliver you the ticket for Singapore “.

Singapore “??.. we did not booked any ticket.

(His mother did not saw the letter, she just woke-up and directly went to answer the door)

“Madam, the address given says, i am at the right place, wait i will call the one who booked the ticket”

“Hello Sir, i am calling from express travel and i am standing infront of the address given, but this lady says, they did not book any tickets”.

Aaaaaah .. You fool, why did you went there? couldn’t you give a call before coming. Now hand over that ticket to her and leave without saying a word.”

Wait did you said anything, where is that ticket for ?”

“Yes Sir, it’s for Singapore” ~ i said her.

You idiot.. Leave that place and go”…

That fool ruined my day, by night i have to go home and take my tickets, or else i will miss my flight.

In evening, he called-up his college friend and went for shopping, purchased all high branded perfumes, watches, shoes, and mobile phone. They had dinner at the hotel and walked into the bar, for refreshment.

It was already 11, and his friend said “So, ready to go huh, what about the tickets?”.. “The ticket, thank you for reminding me, it’s at home. I need to go now and take it”.

“But you are Drunk, how will you manage yourself back to home? You never drank before in life, it’s your first time “.

“Don’t worry, i will handle it”…

He left the bar, headed towards his home..

He rang the bell and as soon as the door opened, he went in and shouted “Where is my ticket, where is it?”. It was his mother standing infront of him, Telling him to stop yelling. But he continued, She slapped him hard on his face and said “You Drank? Why? Why are you doing all this ? You never behaved like this before. He ignored her, and said her to keep quiet and hand him the tickets.

When she resisted, he took the flower vase
which was next to him and hit her on her head. After hearing all this noise, his father came running, and saw a pool of blood around his wife.

“What are you looking at ? Call the Ambulance..”

Mom, wake-up Mom” ~ He cried and rushed toward the telephone and called the Ambulance. Within few minutes the ambulance arrived, and they took her to the hospital. He was still “High“. But he controlled himself and went along with his father.

As soon as they reached hospital, They rushed her to the Operation room. The red light zone, Emergency room.

“Doctor is my wife OK?” , “Doctor is my mother OK?”..

(A Moment of silence)

We are sorry to say, “We couldn’t save her“.

Hearing to this, his father got heart attack and was immediately admitted in the ICU. When after few hours, he got conscious, he found his son sitting next to him. He said “from your childhood till this day we gave you everything you asked for, the best clothes, the best college, the best of everything and this is what you did to us ? Why ? “..

Dad, i had a dream that we three of us, would live a luxurious life, in Singapore. That was the reason i bought ticket for Singapore. And was going to visit there, we would have settled together, and would have shifted there

(Slap – Slap)

You think breaking trust of someone, stealing there money will make you successful or happy, Never “.

That was his father’s last word. In One day he lost the most important person of his life. He cried tears of blood.. “What have i done” ~ he screamed, looking at the dead body of his parents.

As this news spread out in the newspaper, internet, Television, radio that “Son killed his mother, for not giving him his ticket “. He got arrested for the crime, and was ordered to be “Hanged“.

When her father saw this news, he ran to his daughter’s room and knocked, but she did not answered. He kept knocking, but no answer. He broke open the door and found her lying on her bed with blood around her. There was a letter next to her which read

“………… ….. And if she came searching for me tell her that, there are more beautiful and prettier girl than you. Why should our son marry you?.. When she will listen to this, she will cry for a while and will return back to her father.”

After reading this letter, tears gushed from his eyes, he was helpless, standing there looking at his only daughter’s body lying in blood. He called the ambulance, but it was too late . She committed Suicide.

There he sat crying, “One small mistake of mine, took life of three, I wished i had never done property on his name

The Worst mistake of My life…

Tears gushed out from Azhar’s eyes as he read the last page of the book. “The Worst mistake of my life” ~ what an amazing story, the author had such a great imagination, twists, deep details and a great lesson.

Azhar took that documents that David gave him, the book was along with the documents, he read it, and locked it in the cupboard. He went to his parents and confessed his love for Saira. The best part was his parents always said “If you love someone, feel free to tell us, don’t ever hesitate“. And after hearing to Azhar’s story they reacted calmly and supported him.

They said as soon as you finish with your M.B.B.S we will prepare for your marriage. Azhar informed this to Saira and her father. They were happy too.

In the final year, they spent more time together, learned together, visited different places, and scored the highest grades in the final year.

Finally it was time to get married, A Ferrari stood outside David’s home, but this time it was Azhar who came out of it, confidently he shook hand with david. They had some personal conversation, and then Azhar took out that bag of document that David gave two years ago. And handed him saying “This belongs to you, Not me“, while hearing this ~ David smiled.

Saira was right, you are loyal,trustworthy and hardworking. I am proud to have a Son-in-law like you – Azhar. Saira was looking at Azhar, hiding behind the curtain, her eyes sparkling like a diamond in the sky.

Epilogue :- Azhar and Saira got happily married and was blessed with twins after two years of their marriage. David got children’s to play with, as he was waiting for his grandchildren. Azhar convinced his parents to leave their jobs, as he was earning more than he ever imagined. David and Azhar’s parents usually have dinner party at Azhar’s banglow. Saira joined a hospital, and worked for the welfare of the society. Azhar sat next to Saira, listing out his memories. Saira looked at Azhar and kissed him before he completed his list of memories.

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“Every Single story is unique, Right now ~ you are making your life’s story”

(Imagination)

—- Abdul Gani Punjabi

Azhar and Saira (Part 1)

Be different πŸ‘£

I can read your mind. This is what it says.

Deep down everyone have a wish and that is “I want to do something Unique or different” and now while reading this you would be thinking how did i know what’s in your mind.

Once i used to think, being different makes us famous, Attractive, Confident, and even increase our self-stem.

But let me be honest to you, most of the time we keep thinking the same thoughts “Be different, Do differently” but let me ask you one thing, When you say that to yourself “Do you even know what’s that “Different” thing you want to do is? That’s where the problem arises we keep looking around us and think, everything is almost accomplished in the world. And we will some how bring a magic pen or magic stick like fairy and do something Unique. If that’s how you think let me be honest ~ It’s never going to happen. Because while seeing others we suppress our talents and do not fully exploit them.

Let me tell you about myself, I am also one of those who think “I will do something Unique or different”, But then one day i realised that we can be different by doing the same thing. For eg :- I started writing my blog, After few days i shut-it down completely. And did not wrote a thing for almost 6 months, because what i was thinking was “Anyone can start writing a blog, there are thousands of blogger out their, Why would someone even read my blogs?

But the funniest thing is I always used to think we all are different and unique, but i realised it later. Now, when we all are different, We all write different things, different thoughts, different stories, we all have different life pattern. So why not i write things that i have been through, observed, and experienced. And when i did that, The comments i received from the reader are amazing, Most of them says “i touch their hearts”, “It’s too deep” , ” Worth reading”.

So by my story i want to convey this message, that yes we can be different by doing the things that the world is doing.

Eg :- You can be a singer, their are thousands of singer but you will be unique in your own way. You can be an Artist, blogger, motivational speaker, lecturer, teacher, dancer… Anything you wish to be.

Just believe in yourself and keep pushing yourself, at the start it will be hard, but yes “It’s worth doing something different in your own way”.

—– Abdul Gani Punjabi

In your own way

Give up ~ They said

Doing what they wanted to do, they did everything to disturb him out. He sat there watching their actions, and even sometimes tried to stop them, But for them fun was more important, and disturbing a soul was the mission they decide.

Till today he thought the problem was with him, then suddenly one day he realized ~ he was not crazy at all but the people who resided beside.

Sometimes he think it’s better to quit and go to a place where he can find like-minded people. But then something stops him, “Do you really wanna grow and learn in life? then stay with people who are opposite to your mind”. But why did he thought this way. Because he knew very soon things were going to end and he would learn a lesson that will change his life.

Nowadays, people are so self-obsessed, that what they see is only their ownselves. They don’t care about the people who is sitting on the next side. Seems like their parents did not work well on them as a guide ~ or else their parents did the best for their children’s, but the children’s screwed-up themselves in life. They have numbed their feelings for other’s and always try to hurt the one who keeps quite.

But it does not mean you give up, because you have your character that will attract people of same kind, the people who really understand you will appear soon and you will keep watching their faces ~ thinking though life was difficult but always the one with a pure soul wins the heart of those who lost the guidance in their life.

Sometime we need to stand up for ourselves and try to fight ~ Or else it’s better to keep our peace of mind and let the people do whatever evil they plot and play in their mind.

— Abdul Gani Punjabi

Time to change πŸ˜Š

You get things in a plate and you just sit and eat.

When they try to help you in cooking, you get depended on them and ask for the plate.

They try to guide you through their actions, when you follow them but are not aware how to act, you get lost.

And that fear kills you, and you again become depended on them.

But when they don’t provide you with help, you start searching for it yourself.

And then through following different people, in different ways you again face the things you fear, As it got build first time. And when you pass through that fear, the people you followed shows up and show you how beautiful things were and your fears disappears at the moment of time.

This is the time you realise, When people don’t help you with things, It’s your call to make changes in your life.

(Words of wisdom ~ deep meaning)

—- Abdul Gani Punjabi

Believing In Miracles Of life …

When we look at others we see them happy, but what we don’t realise is ~ There was a pain and struggle which changed their life and gave them lessons which they needed the most.

Sitting on the sofa everyday and thinking will this ever end ? Staring at the empty Wall , Searching for Hope .. Why Me ? Why ? Asking this question again and again But have no Answer within .. After Staring at the Wall for whole night and crying for no reason . Why ? An answer i needed , Numbness in my body no effects or feeling But having a little Faith to move High .. Faith is what kept me going , they thought i was acting weird but i knew what was inside .. A mask i wore to show i was happy and fine But within was Discomfort telling me this was a lie .. It All started when “SHE” Died . stilling wondering Did she really died ? After 4 year in depression searching for guidance and a lot of confusing arising within Asking ” Is this only me – Or are there any ? Who can understand me ? ” .

But slowly as time passed i found myself in despair , feeling myself disconnected to my inner-voice . It tried to speak many time But it was me who never hear . Recalling Those night when no one heard my sound of cry .. It was deep seated fear to be myself again . Hope was lost So was I , Finding an Answer Outside . Lack of self-Stem , Confidence , And with A broken heart i tried .. But there was something that kept me going , A voice in stillness That said do not fear .. I AM HERE . That’s what kept me going . Found out the answer today And willing to Guide Others ..

Life Is just amazing . Just Connect with the NOW , that is here ..

I consider myself blessed as i faced my fear , It was Depression that bought me Near to here .. A Believing person never Fear because he knows that there is Someone Hearing The Sounds of Tear ….

Depression Was a blessing for me , I wan’t to inform all those Out there Depressed , Don’t fear Because now i am hear to listen to your fear .

On the Path to Enlightenment , There are ups and downs but the one who Trust and Have hope Along with Patience makes there Journey worth ..

Being Grateful is the Key to Start . I am Grateful to have those Depression period in my life .

— My true life – Abdul Gani Punjabi.