Remote Control

It has been 4 years since I am living in this apartment; it has got two entrances for the basement parking, front and back. When I first moved here, I always used to use the front entrance, however after some time I found the back entrance is more convenient, as it is broad has got simpler access to my parking place.

However since I started using the back entrance, there is always a problem in opening the parking bar. I found lot of other peoples struggling with it too. That sometime quite frustrating in terms of getting in front of bar trying different combination, trying different distance, pressing button with different frequency, all sort of techniques I developed in last four years and found one or another working at different time.

Every time I was able to open the bar, it was like triumph, an achievement like discovering the secret to unlock some secret door in pursuit of treasure hunt. At the same time some good words for the manufacturer of the parking bar and building management.

While I develop such techniques, I found other people keep struggling with it, having difficulty opening the bar. I found quite amusing that why people just don’t go and complain to building management, why they just struggle with the remote control, this apathy doesn’t make sense to me till one day I found the secret.
One day I reached the entrance and tried the remote control, it didn’t work as usual and then I started applying all the techniques one by one. I tried pressing the button with different angles, I also tried reversing my car to certain distance and then pressing the button with different strength. One by one it tried all and it didn’t work.

I moved to front entrance and tried it and it also didn’t work, Ummmm. Poor maintenance, it seemed that disease is now spread to front bar as well, these poor building people, they just charge hefty building management amount but rather spending on the building they all spend on their salaries, well it is quite much inflation since couple of year.

So I parked the car outside and went to watchman room and explain that it all in poor condition, nothing is working. He agreed to come to back entrance and look at the problem. I went there he came and tried with his remote. Wow, it worked.
I thanked him as I am an educated person so as part of custom I have to, then I again complained why you people don’t fixed the bar, why you just don’t change it. He asked how long I am staying here, as he just moved in this building for last 8 months. I proudly said 4 years, he said, Sir did you change the battery of your remote. What battery? I thought battery comes with the remote, work forever, and I haven’t received any instruction from them to have it replaced.

Anyway next day I open the remote and found an unusual size of battery inside having 9 volts written on it. That seems to be something very unusual, I am very proud of my observations and I have never seen something like that.

Next day I went to supermarket and went to electronic counter explain this unusual battery. He asked do I need for car remote, wow this guy is genius, I said yes. Well it is there in the battery stand among other normal batteries. I went there and found it was there. Ummm. How come I missed, how come I never noticed it and it was always there. It was just so very visible and easy to notice.

I changed the battery and it amazing; I never had problem again, no complex technique, no reversing of the car, no pressing the button in particular strength, nothing, just pressed and bar opened.

Everything was so perfect expect me. I was the noise in the whole equation.

For a moment I thought, the bar operates when remote generate a special frequency which matches to bar configured frequency and it opens. How many doors in my life, I had the same problem, but I always blamed on the bar, I was living in the perfect world, full of logic and reasoning, good commentator of people apathy, their social and philosophical problems and despite of all I was just damn bad that I never realized the battery inside me now need to be replaced, the frequency I am generating is not matching the other person frequency, don’t know how many time the bar has acted smartly and sympathetic to me and open the door of opportunity for me rather it was my brilliance and excellence.

I was perfect, my world was perfect, all the people acting around me were robots and stupid, I was the king of my world, I know all the problems and supposedly I know the solution but I never knew the problem was not in the surrounding, it was me.

I need to change the battery, I need to listen to everything that is coming to me and I will not have people feedback, unless I invite them to have, if even that day I haven’t gone to watchman, my perfect world never would had shattered. How come I never noticed the car remote cell while purchasing ‘AAA’ size batteries, we only see and listen what our brain expects, our intelligent subconscious mind exclude all the unwanted signals before it is refined and reached to higher authority, so my brain always kept happy, always sees and listen what it wants.

My battery changed and so I do. 

He is there, everywhere

I was having the lower back pain since last two weeks so doctor suggested an MRI, after long waiting, finally got the insurance approval for the MRI so I went to have that yesterday at the appointment time.

I went to MRI room and inform the technician about my appointment. He said I need to get some paper from the insurance department so I went there to insurance department to have the papers, which I found out that they had misplaced. So they created a new one, and ask me to get the account department to get it stamped. I got it stamped and came back to insurance department; they did something on the computer, stamped and send back to me MRI.

In the whole process I was acting like messenger taking papers from here to there. They had all the information and there is nothing really require from me other than their stupid process.

Obviously that was very irritating for me, and it became more when I finally reach to MRI room and the guy started with another paper asking basic question , what my name , my age, why I want to have MRI and what the problem, what sort of pain. I was about to blast however I kept my cool.

The whole process seems stupid and mechanical to me and frustrating, everyone acting dumb with nice smile on his/her face.

Anyway Finally I was inside the MRI machine and machine start scanning me. With dang-dang sound coming from machine, although I was still in bad mode, I got another thought and view of whole situation.

I suddenly realized when all the peoples were acting dumb and mechanical I have the opportunity to act smart and intelligent which I did and all the people around me there to help me out.

I was like the main CPU of the computer to make intelligent decision having communication with the different passive components and it up to me to get my experience better; I had the room to act rather to react like passive component in a system, so which could be better, a dumb Zahoor or an intelligent Zahoor.

I always prefer room where I could play so why not rather I expect somebody smile at me, why not I first smile and receive the same, why not I drive my life and experience rather to wait others to improve my experience, the same 20 minutes of waiting could have been different if I just focused on the objective to get the MRI done to identify the root cause of my problem.

And after all those people are there to help me, they are all doing their duties to get my MRI done, to solve my problem and to get me out of pain. Isn’t everything there for me? Allah has created a world around me to help me out, He put people, process, and facilities around me and make me Center of universe.

The moment I get the right context, I felt like king, I realize everything around me, working for me, God is helping me, talking to me in different forms, He is just everywhere, every actions around me a message to me to act, learn and grow more maturely and responsibly.

What else I want, everything is working me, it just like when a toddler start walking, he fells but parent doesn’t stop him falling, it is the process of learning and I don’t how many such avenues of learning we do miss everyday having wrong context. Every bad experience is not a bad experience is a learning experience.
He is there, everywhere.