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In one previous post , we discussed how to calculate namaz timings without depending upon tables. In this article, I'll discuss how to estimate the direction of the Qibla at Mecca for Namaz using Google Maps. Suppose you're on a journey, like I often am, and find yourself without a compass. I find that by using the Google Maps app on my phone, I can easily estimate the direction of the Qibla without having the need of a compass. And it works even on cloudy days and at nights...:D Using a paper helps, but you can do it mentally as well once you get used to the idea. The idea behind the method is that Google Maps always shows the map with the north at the top and west on the left. Taking the reference of any nearby road, you can find out which way the Qibla would be. Of course, it would not be 100% accurate, but it would be within reasonable accuracy. Allah is most forgiving and knows best about our efforts. Google Maps - Top of screen is North Step 1: Determine the di

"What matters our creative, endless toil, when at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil"  - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust Yesterday while on the road, I saw a bitch cross the road. I was doing 90 on a village highway with no regard to the suspension or the  squeaking  door hinges, just because the vehicle was not mine. So I saw this bitch cross the road. And then a little distance behind her her two little pups followed their mum. I swear I could've braked. I could've slowed down. But it was a bitch. So I didn't.  By the time we passed them, she had crossed over to the other side. One puppy who was on her heels was across too. But the second one, who had been looking around and had been left behind, probably because he was not inclined to be a momma's boy, was not so lucky. I lazily moved the steering to the left and then straight. But as fate would have it, he hit my tire. Let out a small squeal as he gave up the ghost. Our vehicle did not even feel

I tagged myself on a photograph on Facebook. And when i login again, this is what i saw. It was the description of my friend's album. And i said, this goes on my blog...:D Wasn't born to follow Oh I'd rather go and journey where the diamond crest is flowing and Run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain and Wander through the forest Where the trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in colors That no one knows the names of And when it's time I'll go and wait beside a legendary fountain Till I see your form reflected in it's clear and jewelled waters And if you think I'm re ady You may lead me to the chasm where the rivers of our vision Flow into one another I will want to die beneath the white cascading waters She may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic And then she'll know the things I learned That really have no value in the end she will surely know I wasn't born to follow.  [1] [1]  The Byrds

Muslims have been ordained by Allah to offer prayers 5 times a day. The prayer timings keep changing with the seasons, and most of us use a table available at the local mosque to determine the time of prayer. These days, you can even download and install a software on your mobile or computer that can tell you the time based on your location. [1] A lot of us don’t know how namaz timings are calculated, and its pretty simple actually. Even if you don’t have your cell phone with you or the table with the namaz timings given on them, you can still determine whether its time for namaz or not. How? It’s simple. There are 5 namaz times, and the duration within which that namaz can be offered is calculated as below: Fajr: This is the first namaz of the day and is offered before sunrise. The time for Fajr begins when you can see dawn, and ends just at sunrise. Mathematically, some people determine dawn when the sun is 18˚ below the horizon, but for most of us, the early morning

(Found this in my mailbox...and the memories came flooding back...So good luck reading :) )   Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder     what would u do if i sang out of tune would u stand up & walk out on me? Lend me your ears & I’ll sing u a song & I’ll try not to sing out of key   Love can tear and rip you apart. It can kill you. But if you're lucky, it can put you back together...   When you are a little kid you are a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time...   ...Children leave...and parents stay behind. Still, some things are

Upon checking out from my hotel in Aligarh , Uttar Pradesh one morning, they informed me that the telephone line was down, and hence I could not use my credit card. They would have to send a waiter along with me to collect the payment from the ATM. Now this waiter was a Muslim, and judging by my beard that I was Muslim too, he asked me my name. And that was how the conversation started. He told me that he worked the night shift at the hotel, and during the day he studied for High School exams. I was touched by the thought that a person who craved education was forced to work nights as a waiter at a hotel, and I felt a tinge of sadness for the poor state of our country. Education is a prized possession, but the priorities in our country are such that often what is worthy commands a lowly price. I felt pity for the poor soul sitting beside me. And I felt sad for the misguided system of ours that lets deserving people be disappointed. I expressed my sympathy and told him th

...well, not really. But comes pretty close though! From the music class back in school. Why do children's songs have to be so gruesome and ugly? Why did Quacky have to die!!! Anyways, download the shit here . ___________________________________________________________ Quacky the Duck Lyrics and music by Chris Jung. Sung by Godfrey Thomson. Verse 1 Quacky was a duck, and a little duck was he, with fuzzy yellow feathers, As cute as he could be. He lived on a pond down the road not far away, And when I’d go to see him, this is what he’d say: Chorus 1 Quack, quack, (quack, quack). It seemed he always knew the way that I was feeling, His love was always true. Quack, quack, (quack, quack). And when I was feeling sad, He always made me glad with a quack, (quack, quack). Verse 2 He was like my best friend, and after school or play, Quacky would be waiting To see me every day. I’d sit down beside him, and I’d give him a snack. I’d tell him all my secret

Dad had a friend by the name of Mr.M.Ali. The only memories I have of him were about the time I was in High School. He was an intriguing man, and somehow inspiring too, although there was nothing I got inspired for under his influence. He was careful not to do that... He was old and of an ailing age. One day, I met him at his tailor’s shop and asked about his health. He replied that he was fine, but that sometimes he felt weak. And since I had found him in his shop today, he said, I should know that he was fine. For, he carried on, if he felt weak, he would not come out in public. The people oppress the weak, he said. He used to say that ever since he was small, he had always wanted  not to find an employment, but  to become an employer. And Allah had blessed him with his wishes.  He lived in Haldwani, at the foothills of Nainital. Now in Haldwani, communal living can be seen in one of the clearest ways. There is a separate area where the Sardars live, and another one for t

I hate cheerful people. They are so out of touch with reality… Go to the zoo and see the animals there. See anyone laughing? No, cause they’re locked up cages you’ll say… Then go out to the forest and see the birds and animals; check out the street dogs even. Ever seen them laughing? No. Obviously, cause it isn’t natural to be happy! Happiness is a senseless emotion that somehow got infused into our bloodstream. By the devil, I tell you! I hate cheerful people. Trying to spread a warm message that life is good and shit like that. Why bother going to such depths to make people happy when they have no intrinsic emotion to be it! Why feed them lies! There’s this friend of mine. Has started this new business where he sends people happy and positive messages. Makes them get up with a smile. See the positive side of life. He’s into the happiness business. What a liar! One time, I remember, he almost died from jaundice. Then said “screw you” to death and came back. Fought

Life is about survival of the fittest. And those of us who aim to shield or protect their children against the dangers of society undermine the ability of man to adapt and grow against adversity until he can overcome it. It is not uncommon to see overprotective parents filtering almost all influences that their child gets introduced to, sometimes going to enough trouble to monitor their school friends, the books they read, who they meet and what they do. But the sad reality is that one cannot always keep an eye out for their loved ones. And sooner or later, the loved ones would get influenced by things that are beyond the control of their guardians. And it is also true that no matter how comfortable a position a person may be in, he is unable to appreciate it unless he understands the value of the circumstance relative to the other possibilities that may have been his destiny. Hence we find that people grow weary of luxuries. And kids, who should be much thankful to their ca

Route taken: Delhi-Chandigarh-Shimla-Spiti-Lahaul-Manali-Chandigarh-Delhi Date: 18th June – 25th June, 2011 View Larger Map When under-preparation meets over-excitement, you’re usually headed for disaster. But not when luck is on your side, and when the risk takers are professional bunglers par excellence. For even had we prepared ourselves for the trip we were about to undertake, the outcome would not have been much different. With caution thrown to the wind and our heads deprived of oxygen and our blood streams full of toxic carcinogens, we would have still done the same things that went wrong. And we would still have had the same great time that we had fighting the odds and the gambling with what was to come. It takes one brave mind to think up an audacious plan, and a thousand fools would follow. When Araib Hassan , our captain and land navigator announced a round trip to Lahaul and Spiti valley in Himanchal Pradesh, we just knew we had to go. Ever since we have left