I’ve stumbled upon some very interesting, wierd and friggin stuff that I would like to share. It is about the messages hidden in songs. Absurd as it may seem, but read on.

An excerpt from the official site of Reverse Speech Technologies

Music Reversal
Backward messages in music (commonly known as Backward Masking) have been a controversy ever since the late 60s, when messages were found backwards on some Beatles’ albums that hinted Paul McCartney had died. The controversy raged extensively in the late 70s and early 80s when religious fundamentalists claimed that Satan possessed the minds of singers, causing them to insert messages backwards into albums. As we now know, many of these backward messages were in fact examples of Reverse Speech in music. Speech reversals occur naturally in all forms of speech, sung or spoken. This site lists some examples of Reverse Speech in music.

Further Reading / Related Links

• Technorati on “Reverse Speech” and “Backward Masking”
• A Brief History of Reverse Speech
• Back Talk By Lawrence Segel
• Listen to MP3s with Bakward Messages
• Wikipedia on “Backward Message”
• Wikipedia on “Reverse Speech”
• Google on Reverse Speech and Backward Masking”

how contrasting of me… the other day i wrote the following as comments to somebody:

well whenever we confront a problem, seems like it’s the hardest of situations we’ve got and the hardest we’re ever gonna face in our whole life… but i tell u if u see what others are goin through, u’ll forget your problem… and will feel priveliged to get the less of azmaish :) … i can tell you that, cuz i have had a personal experience of it. I am going through hard times, but then i see… an upcoming test paper for somebody is equally as stress full and painfull and tense as what I’m facing at a larger scale… all problems have a same life cycle… it’s just the volume that is different… and of course the intensity varies as well… which might cause impact accordingly and leave trails on one’s personality.

remember “this too shall pass”…

usually when it’s nearly at an end, we loose hope, just hold on a little longer … hang in there… it’s the darkest of skies just before the down breaks… believe in yourself… dont loose your strength…

… it’s not very tough as it used to be. But once in a while it gets even tougher.

And now some of the lines perfectly make sense - “you just can’t feel it untill you experience it” - true indeed. I know and I understand that “this shall pass too”.

Time has great healing powers. It lets you forget many things and heals the deepest wounds as well. Eventhough, due to all what I’m going thorugh, the concern is the impact and the permanent changes it would leave. The attributes I would acquire as part of my personality. That is alarming. Whereas some good things will become part of me, the bad shall walk along too.

Where it’s making me strong in a way to confront all sorts of situations and survive such conditions, it’s somewhere making me insensitive towards certain things as well. It’s altogather a great learning experience, very agonizing, exhausting and full of trials and terbulences though.

… this shall paas too, but at what cost? I dont know, but I’m already paying for it.

While cleaning out my computer desk, I found my old data backup CDs. They have always been lying there - layered with dust and ignorence - hidden under the pile of contemporary music CDs.

One of them was labeled as “Pictures/Snaps”. It put a smile on my face and a sigh in my heart. The very next thing I felt was the urge to view pictures of people i’ve known, especially people i’ve known through internet.

This CD carries pictures of various events, friends, family and myself.

After quickly browsing through the ‘Family’ section, I entered the ‘Friends’ section. Some of them have not really changed at all. The still look the same today. Some have changed a lot. Gosh, time brings such drastic changes. I’m sure if they see these old pictures of their, they’d be awe-struck to see them this much changed and grown.

Some of them have not grown at all for me, since I haven’t seen or met them for so long. I wonder if I ever be able to see them again. They’re standing still through the time.

I don’t want to discard these old picture of people who are not in touch with me at all. So what, if I’m not in touch with them. So what, if I wont be able to see them again. They have been a part of my life, my past. Discarding these pictures would be like discarding a part of my past.
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It saddens me though.

…life goes on. Things change. You change. The past doesn’t!

Once upon a time there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful marvellous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bord and fell in loe with him. She watched his flight, her outh wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly.
Ad she felt alone.

And she thought: ‘I’m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.’

The bird, who was in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: ‘Now you have everything you could possibly want.’ However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the truee meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning his cage.

One day, the bird died. Te woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the was bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too was lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. ‘Why have you come?’ she asked Death. ‘So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,’ Death replied. ‘If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.’

from the diary of Maria written in “Eleven Minutes” by “Paulo Coelho”

for quite a few days I can feel this running-away-from-home feeling … it’s strange… but it’s there :-s

usually I go home, have some chit chat with Sufi… internet or TV for a while… a few sentences exchange with ammi… n that’s it…

don’t know why..

but I believe it’s temporary…

If l come to know that you wont be accompany with me after sometime, and l will gonna miss you than.. Should l still talk to you and everything thats going on now..??

l mean we have to leave some faces after a particular time, shouldn’t we have to get involve so much with them?

well.. it’s like.. if a person have a chronic desease.. and will evantually die.. shuld we stop enjoying with him? and stop caring with him? we shuld spent quality time.. so that whatever the time we spent togather, is great. And we leave with good memories

wat abt afterwards?

good memories.. they’ll be good to keep…

even if u don talk and are not in touch, the feelings and memories will be there… you’ll feel good to rmemeber that u had this person in ur life..for whatever reason or relation.

Otherwise.. we know everybody has to leave sooner or later.. one way or the other… would that mean we shuld start living alone.. ? No! i’d say.

I always knew that looking back on my tears will make me smile, but I never knew that looking back on my smiles will make me cry…

On the occassion of 14th August 2005 (58th Independence Day) of Pakistan
just wanted to share this…

Blessed be the sacred
Land Happy be the bounteous realm
Symbol of high resolve

Land of Pakistan
Blessed be thou citadel of faith
The order of this sacred land
Is the might of the brotherhood of the People

May the nation, the country, and the state
Shine in glory everlasting

Blessed be the goal of our ambition
This Flag of the Crescent and Star
Leads the way to progress and perfection

Interpreter of our past, glory of our present
Inspiration of our future
Symbol of Almighty’s protection

UPDATE:
Earth set for Mars close encounter

Mars will make its closest approach to Earth for almost 60,000 years on Wednesday. Dr Robin Catchpole, senior astronomer at the Royal Observatory, Greenwich, London, explains how to witness the event.

Every 15 to 17 years, this happens when Mars is closest to the Sun.

On 27 August this year they will pass at a distance of 55,760,000 km or 0.3727 AU (1 AU is the distance of the Earth from the Sun), closer than any time during the last 60,000 years.

Once risen, it will be the brightest object in the sky, appearing orange red. From the latitude of the UK, it will never rise higher than 22 degrees and you will need an unobstructed view to the south to see it.

Mars will appear at its very best from the Southern Hemisphere, where by the middle of the night it will be high in the sky and its brightness and colour will make it very obvious.

Source: BBC News

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I’ve been listening to this song quite a lot these days. The lyrics are good and it sung very well. I simply Love it.

(City of Angels Movie Soundtrack Lyrics)

And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am