The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .

These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Picture of the Week: 3 Tammuz Edition



15 years . . . 15 long years.

Last night I covered the special address given by George Rohr for Lubavitch.com . . .
and I must say that his words, to certain degree, inspired me more then anything else I've heard over the 24 hours of Gimmel Tamuz . . .
He mentioned a trip he'd made to the Ohel last Sunday - how standing in the muggy drizzle of the New York summer- he asked himself what we could tangibly expect the Rebbe to say about our work.
And the answer was simple: It wasn't enough. He wouldn't be satisfied. He would give us a blessing, encourage us to go on . . . but we couldn't remain complacent with what we'd done in the past.

Now I make no claims to know the inner workings of Mr. Rohr's exact philanthropic actions . . . I wish only to dwell on one point.
At times we get caught up in the profundity of our own existence . . . We shep nachas from what we've accomplished. We get excited about the news coverage we garnered for Gimmel Tammuz (50,000 people were reported as coming today)

Yet here stands a man, who by all means has something to truly be proud of . . . He's philanthropy has proved invaluable in the Former Soviet Union, on Campus Chabads, and various other initiatives. True, he has the easy part of the job (in his own words, "You [the Shluchim] are the ones who have the hard part - I just write the checks) but surely knowing that your actions have reached out tens of thousands of Jews - G-d alone knowing the numbers and the extent of its long term effect - is something to be proud of.

But standing in front of the Rebbe, wet and in the rain, we all realize.

We've only just begun . . .

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On a side note, I'd like to link to a new blog from my old friend:


Check it out and give it some love!



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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Blogger Specific Spam?

I'm used to getting oddly written spam messages from foreigners - I'm sure we all are . . . it's part of life online . . . But today was a first - a message offering me not stocks and bonds hidden in a swiss bank nor the wealth of Nigerian prince.
No - this was an offer to be interviewed for a pakastani web-site . . . that even seems to exist (I take no responsibility for vlicking through to their site - though it did seem normal when I viewed on my phone)

Hello Dear and Respected,

I hope you are fine and carrying on the great work you have been doing for the Internet surfers. I am Ghazala Khan from The Pakistani Spectator (TPS), We at TPS throw a candid look on everything happening in and for Pakistan in the world. We are trying to contribute our humble share in the webosphere. Our aim is to foster peace, progress and harmony with passion.

We at TPS are carrying out a new series of interviews with the notable passionate bloggers, writers, and webmasters. In that regard, we would like to interview you, if you don't mind. Please send us your approval for your interview at my email address "ghazala.khi at gmail.com", so that I could send you the Interview questions. We would be extremely grateful.

regards.

Ghazala Khan
The Pakistani Spectator

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Friday, June 19, 2009

Picture of the Week: Still Alive After the Wedding Edition




Wishing everyone a good Shabbos!
Now Blog on!

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Wednesday, June 03, 2009

I'm taking a break before the chasuna



I'll see you guys in future . . .

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Tuesday, June 02, 2009

The 770 Experience - בנוסח חיפושיות הקצב ואבנים המתגלגלות

This isn't a chassidishe post . . . not by a long shot.
It's not even a pragmatic one.
It's one that has been lying around my computer and mind - in one for or another - for over a year.
If you wish, however, to see . . .

This 770 as seen through the lens of the music of a tumultuous era . . .
Things can be rough, they can be hard . . . but B"H they work out in the end.

Note: This post is only a summation of various epochs as seen in my life and the lives of various friends. Dziękuję B-gu, there are many solid days of learning and farbrengins, mivtzoyim and chassidus etc.


One starts off in 770 in holiness learning Torah, farbrenginish and living in 1414 or a basement . . . in short: living and chilling with the boys.
But times get tough: you want to get married and the dates don't seem to work. You sleep in and waste time . . . Chavrusas come and go - life flies past the rear view mirror . . . frankly it's depressing, and with out a solid system one feels alone.
But you get by - with a little help from your friends.


Then it comes. After all the stupid Resumes and judgmental comments you go out . . . but doesn't work . . . it hurts.
But Hey Yid (think German) it'll be ok.


Life goes on. Things don't seem to work . . . until you come to the realization that you have to make a chesbon hanefesh - it's tme to get back to basics . . . no matter what you do it all winds back unto itself.


A shidduch is proposed that finally seems to work . . . Have you actually worked everything out yet? No . . . but suddenly there's a spring in your step. It's getting better, better all the time.

And then it finally works out . . . You can't always get what you want -
Bingo!

l'havdil elef alfei ha'alafim havdalos . . .


So I don't end as grub'yak . . . something real - from the soul





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