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My 132nd Post: Why Have I Stopped?

2021-01-23T14:39:00.002-08:00

I will just start this blog abruptly without any proper introductory paragraph. The last time I had published over this platform was back in 2015 and today, it is 2021. Nearly six years have passed since my last post and that is a long time. I haven’t stopped writing, well no not really. I have been around sharing quotes, publishing academic papers, freelancing, and stuff like that but I haven’t really written something from my heart for my heart.

There are a couple of reasons for my absence, though they might just be excuses but still, I would like to believe that they are valid excuses. One of them which is really the worst is that I have become demotivated to write. I used to believe that I have a way with words and my hands are the medium of art but I came to understand that I might be flying over polluted clouds. My words, well they haven’t generated many readers and followers and I guess they aren’t really worthy of much praise so I just went silent. The other reason is life. Life is a beautiful trauma for us to live and wait for the light to reach our eyes.

I do have a lot to write and talk about but at the same time, I have nothing to say worthy enough for someone to read. This post is just an explanation post for a friend whom I really respect and I owe this much at least.

All I wish to say is that I do will to write but then again, I wonder, is it worth it to type down my words in front of the world who sees no charm in them? Should I really paint my thoughts over such canvases or should I just go back to my silence? I really don’t have a clue about that. I might start writing once again if this post gets even 10 views or few comments because they will prove to me that I am heard and people do like hearing from me or who am I kidding with this?

So, basically, I have nothing more to say upon why I have stopped. Or maybe I do, but then again it is better to be left chained in my brain rather than inked down on this blog. But I can say, I still love to write and am passionate about this art. Even while writing this post, which basically is just a random vent, I am enjoying the music my fingers are making when they press the keys on the keyboard. Writing is and I believe will always be a part of who I am and that will never die but the fact remains that would I let it out publicly or not? I don’t know but who knows, we never know what life has stored for us in the upcoming moments. We just have to live it the best way we can.

“So, have fun, stay safe and continue social distancing to be safe from COVID-19 because it is not a fun to get ill,” words to live by from two-time COVID survivor :)

My 131st Post: Am I Forgotten?

2015-06-21T17:36:00.000-07:00

Am I forgotten? Ever wondered if people remember you even when you don’t talk anymore. I mean the person whom you used to be a best bud of and now you guys don’t talk, do you think they would have you in their mind still. Or someone whom you thought was important for you but then things didn’t work out and the chapter got shut away for the spiders to nest in. Ever wondered the way you think about them, the way you recall their precious memories, their names and their existence, would they be doing the same time after time.

I have met a lot of people in my age and with most of them, I don’t have any contact at all. Some were just random folks but then there also were those whom I wanted to be a part of my each and every memory. Destiny didn’t have their pictures in my timeline but still I have them in my head. Like the friends I had made in my junior years. Some of them are still in contact but then again majority are like the leaves of fall which flew away from me.

I still remember the names of each and every girl I had a crush upon or whom I fell in love with. Some of them know the fact that I was drooling upon them but specially the girl whose name the cupid struck me with knows it well because she is the only one till the date whom I had enough courage to propose. Well I do wonder if she even remembers me and recalls my memories or thoughts at times. She did had made it clear that I am not going to be a part of her memories by blocking me from every way possible but still, I just wonder if she remembers me.

Then there were random others whom I thought would remain my friends but it didn’t happen. Like a great friend of mine from the school days whom I used to hang out with. She was a nice person and best of all, she helped me out in my love thingy but then something went wrong and it ended. Or like my recent thought about a friend whom I had a misunderstanding with and now she remains at a distance though I did clear it all and our chat ended with my words that I would wait for her reply when she would be willing to talk no matter how high the pile of the years get. Now I wonder it has been months since we talked, does she even remember me. There are a lot of people like her whom I drifted apart from and it has been long since we talked but I don’t think they remember me because alright a girl might have some issues but what about a guy? What about my buddies from the school days whom I haven’t heard from in years. I really don’t even know if they are alive. Well that is life.

I do wonder and I believe everyone does because one can not just kill a memory out of the system. We are not machines whose RAM can be erased or something, we are humans with hearts. If we spend time with even a cat at our door, we remember it. It is mostly our ego and the awkwardness of time which binds us at distance. Well the destiny chose this for us. Some people stay and others just drift away. I would like some of them back but I don’t think anyone would want the entire fleet at their steps again because they were gone and when they left, it might have been a good thing to happen in life. Still I believe that no soul on Earth is forgotten just ignored due to our human nature. They left due to some reason but still they remain a part of our memories.

My 130th Post: Bath Of Sand

2014-11-01T18:56:00.000-07:00

Yay dunya fani hai

Daulat to ani jani hai

Is dunya say dil mat lagao

Ik din mout galay lagani hai

In the above poetry, I speak of the limited time we have in this life which we think is going to last forever....this world is going to end one day and nothing is going to be left behind....all the treasures we hunt and all the wealth which we have stored under our pillows is going vanish one day as if nothing ever existed before...there is no use of loving this life because we are going to die one day and that day, we would have command over nothing at all....our bodies are going lie in the ground, baring the burden of sand covering us from head to toe....only a single piece of cloth would shield us from that sand but that still would be of no use because after death, there would be nothing to do just to wait for the time when we get answer for our deeds...
If you see around yourself, all you will find is man running after worldly possessions whether money or love just something which is never going to exist forever...such fools we are...when there is some power which we know and believe is going to remain forever...He was there before us and would remain after us....but still we run away from Him and try to grab what He made for our happiness....yes, we should try to earn what surrounds us but that does not mean that we run after them like a person on a quest of water in a desert....why don't we truly love the One who is always going to be there...why not to earn His respect and His love rather than trying to rise in the eyes of the creation....pleasing the creation might be a nice way to please the Creator but if the Creator Himself is calling upon us and is there if we reach for Him then why to waste time....I am a sinner myself....I know I am going to die one day and I know that I am not going to take anything with me when I die and I am well aware of the fact that when I die, people will mourn after me but they will move on with the passing days...yes, my parents will always miss me, my siblings will always think of me and my friends would always will to be in my company but they will move on....life won't end with me....I am just a piece of grain which contributes a little to the entire beach....I am nothing and would change nothing with my death....time will pass as it always does....this is just not a writer's made up imagination or just words of thought but I have experienced this....I have lost someone recently and she is not here in our lives but still, we are living....we do cry from time to time but we have picked up upon our routine....
Before the time arrives when am bathed in the sand and have nothing to care about, I want to do some rights...I don't want to die as a sinner and I really will to please my Lord so that I may end in a peaceful place, not in the tormenting hell...we all should do good because money may buy even love these days but it won't buy a place in heaven....getting rich is good but a person should always remember that graves of rich and poor are the same only the difference would be in their greed and their deeds....think of this world as a station which we are going to leave when the train arrives and till then, we should be nice with the strangers waiting along side us....we shouldn't live as selfish souls, instead our motive should be to help and heal the wounds which we think are in our power to cover...I hope we all do good and each time we think about something bad, we should remember our death staring at us from a corner we are unaware of...

Mout to ani hai
Yay dunya fani hai
Meri zindagi ki har baat
Ek mamuli si kahani hai

My 128th Post: Hydians (People of Hyderabad)

2014-09-05T14:07:00.000-07:00

Hyderabad nests people of different casts, race and nationality even but there is one thing in common which unites their attributes, their hospitality to the people who are living besides them or are our guests....people might seem rough and tough on the outside but they are soft hearted if you share an experience with them.....once a hydian likes and respects you, you would become the center of their world.....this city is a treasure chest filled with great friends who would do anything for you at any time of the day not because they want something in return, just because you spent time with them and shared a laugh or two....

People are usually seen fighting to be the first one to leave but here if you ask someone politely, that someone would stop each and everyone just to let you pass.....they are good by heart and they know how to love and respect others.....hydians simply help others just for the sake of a smile on that someone’s face.....call for help and people would line up at your service.....here people try not to lose a chance of providing a helping hand....a rickshaw would be seen pushed by some random biker, an old man’s cart being pushed by some random youngster despite his status, some kids in the street would be caught carrying groceries for a random lady or the least, some strangers shouting out to a biker to lift his stand.....hydians are the type who would stop their work to help you out and if required, would ask another hydian for advice just to get you the best results....

There are some who are the opposite of what is written here but they are in minority....if you haven’t had the best experience then your luck led you to the minority....give hydians another try and you would will to be a part of our world....hydians are not the best, but they are worth falling for....

My 129th Post: Nightlife in Hyderabad

2014-09-05T14:00:00.000-07:00

The city of dead, is not how one would describe the nights here in Hyderabad....during the day the streets are crowed and are filled with different stories floating around but as night hits this city, things quite down a bit and the moods shift from rock genre to blues....as the sun sets down, Hyderabad changes its views and moods....the focus shifts from chaotic markets of daily supplies and other colorless accessories to the markets of color and attraction....the attention is diverted towards the world of shopping and cuisine as our office class offer their time to their families after a day’s hard work....the city glisters w

ith lights everywhere, a view which might take the beat away from a throbbing heart....a wedding celebrated at Mehmood Garden, to the fuss in the Latifabad no. 8 market, everything glows and adds a touch to the city’s beauty....

As the night moves on further towards the darkness, the busy streets become empty as the markets shut down.....the tired people either move to their homes to mark the day’s end or enjoy the night’s breeze with their family and friends.....they dine at places such as Al-Manzar to enjoy the moonlight near the sight of the river or move towards the restaurants which depict the history of Hyderabad such as Nehroon Kot.... Regardless of time, the city remains alive....the people never let it go to sleep....especially during the month of Ramadan, the streets are completely filled with excitement....every road, every turn would point towards a tournament being held....people of all ages are found playing cricket or football...one match ends and another starts....even the kids, who have just started walking, are seen sitting outside with some guardian and enjoying the view....

This excitement of the night is not limited to the youngsters of today but even our elderlies turn young....even at 3am, the tea cafes are filled with groups of friends chatting as if they do not care of the next sun rise....the people of Hyderabad are not well aware of the disco life but instead they have mehfils which are strong enough to tremble one’s soul....famous artists read their verses and people gather around to experience the view as they reach their souls....still there are some who are not aware of the night outside their walls but rejoice their freedom by staying up all night by watching random movies or playing games with family or friends....

As the sky glows with the light of the sun, these rebels of the night go to their dens to get some rest....some might go for a heavy breakfast of seero puri to mark the end of their night and others just slip into their beds to get a shut eye to wake up to a new journey, a journey which they save up to tell their future generations....

My 127th Post: Why No Posts

2014-06-02T08:02:00.000-07:00

I haven't blogged in the past few weeks....I am busy but I always was busy...that ain't the reason of me not playing in the rain of my words...I love to write and I always have time for this...the only difference this time is that I wanted to be heard and to be read....any thoughts in my mind, I just wanted everyone to share them and to be a part of my world but these days, I don't want to be heard....I don't want to be read....and I don't want anyone to be a part of what I have because somehow I have just grown a degree of possessiveness about my thoughts, my dreams and my words.....
I know this all sounds rude to many of you but I like to be honest and I feel it as my duty to at least convey this bit to all those who miss my writing and my updates....there are few who keep telling me to write and to post here and I do respect their motivation and their care but I feel that I need time for me....time for some silence to take over my space so that I can savoir the moments I have spent...I just want to be silent for a while and play in my head with my words and I believe somehow they are just too personal to share....they are too sensitive to reveal and to mess with....I just believe they are just mine and mine alone....my mind isn't empty or blank, there is a lot going on upon the roads and under the bridges but I have closed all the exits just because I don't want anything to go out.....
I would insha-Allah write upon some topic real soon....there are a lot in my mind which I want to write upon...just a few more days till I stand up upon the stage and would scribble my words so they can be projected towards your screens....till then take care and thank you guys for being there.....

My 126th Post: You Still Exist

2014-04-09T13:13:00.000-07:00

Things have changed, routine is back on its track, life is again calling me back only what isn't there is your presence....I don't see you around me any more...you don't fight with me over tiny things....you don't make me jealous by sharing your things with others rather than me...you don't every time greet me with your smile because you aren't here...you are gone and you won't ever do any of these again....you don't exist in my life any more but that would be a lie and you know I don't lie....
It is a general concept that once a person leaves you physically, that person is gone forever....well this is logically correct but heart fights with logic....it believes in stuff which a sane mind wouldn't agree to...so what if the person isn't standing in front of you, that person is still around you...no matter how badly you want that someone to go, their little things remind you of them....even at times when you are missing them badly, you don't rely upon a reason to remember them and to see their face....no matter what you do, they are always there specially when they left without saying a proper good bye....
There are people whom you wish to delete from your heart and mind but you are just not able to and there are those whom you never want to lose and you keep collecting reasons to keep them in your heart and keep them alive in your life....though their absence hurts but still their ghostly presence soothes you down and glows your heart....I always have believed that life isn't really tough, we are the ones making it tougher by each passing day but, it is tough when you lose someone who was a part of your daily life....there are reasons for people to die and leave us behind and we aren't strong enough to clearly understand those and have to accept the fact that they left us....honestly, it really is tough....I never thought it would be that tough because I thought I have a tough heart but the fact is, even the toughest hearts melt when a loved one moves on.....
Little things are keeping her alive....like yesterday, I was given a pack of jellies because the shopkeeper didn't have change...though I love jellies but she loved them more....or right now, I went out to check the house and I opened the room where she slept....there were some blankets huddled up on her bed and for a moment I was like she is here and it all was a bad dream but no, sadly this is real and she is gone....she wasn't the one trying to sleep, it just was her bed with stuff upon it....so these are random things which I guess are irritating at times but honestly even without them, I still see my sis from place to place.....
No matter what, you still exist...not only for today or tomorrow, for each coming day of my life...Insha-Allah one day when I would have your nephews and your nieces, I would tell them about you and would take care of the fact that you become a part of their little world as well.....I never said this when you were here but you would always be missed by us and by me because no one is there to fight like you any more....

My 125th Post: And Then There Were Four

2014-04-07T06:53:00.000-07:00

There is a rule of this world, we come alone and we die alone...doesn't matter how many friends we make or relations we succeed, we leave them behind without giving them any right to our time of death...they hang around to see one's body getting laid deep down the ground and shed tears but that doesn't affects the one descended to a place from where there is no return....losing someone is not that easy as one thinks it might be....no matter how much you fight or hate someone, after that someone dies, the world crashes...maybe for a while but still the life gets sucked out of your body....no matter how strong one might be, it is not always easy to hold back....
When we grow up, we find people in our life in different relations...some act as our parents, some as our siblings and others as friends or foes.....we just get attached to them with time....their little things matter to us and become a part of our daily routines....they become just like a computer program which is incomplete without certain steps....without these people, life seems to hit a pause and nothing seems right.....everything messes up and the mind gets trapped in a maze with walls surrounding each exit.....
I have been trying to write this post from the first day but didn't have the strength to type....honestly speaking, I still don't think am strong enough to pour my heart out in front of you all....usually my posts are my thoughts about things happening around us but this post is purely filled up with my feelings....I just want to write and I think it is fair for my sister that I publish this article online....though she didn't read my work, she always appreciated my efforts and boosted me to write and always had a hope served in a tray for me so that I don't feel as if losing once ends each and every efforts....
On the morning of 2nd April 2014, we the family of five lost one member and now are left with the number four....I lost my sister on that morning....she crashed in the hospital....to be honest with you all, am a different kind of a guy....I really don't understand the type of love I have for people and I really don't know whether I loved her or not and I can't evaluate that....I know that I wanted always to be there for her, I know I wanted to secure her future the best way I could and I know that though we fought always, I never could watch her getting her dose of injections....I don't know whether that is love or not but I do know that she was a part of my life and she would always be there in my heart....I know that her death has shaken me up and turned my insides upside down....I know I miss her fights and her stuff....if that is love then maybe I did love her...maybe that is why I can't stand near her grave without a tear in my eye and maybe that is why I can't talk about her with people and maybe that is why I just can't keep my eyes dry while writing this down....I am strong masha-Allah but still am a human....
There is a lot to share but I don't think I would be able to do that right now so maybe in time I might write something else but I don't think I would post it here....but before ending I would just share, she fought with me on the day of her death and that proved that she recognized me where as she wasn't recognizing anyone else....
Do pray for her soul to be accepted in Jannat and may Allah save her from the torments of Hell....do keep her in your prayers.....

My 124th Post: Am Drowning

2014-03-09T13:35:00.000-07:00

This is something, I just wanted to write down without any real motive or thought maybe....

Am drowning

Without water pulling me down

Without sand covering my frown

Yet, am drowning

With the sorrows of this world

With the mysteries so curled

No idea where to stand

No idea what to hold

My vision is growing dark

There is no light or a spark

Am drowning

And headed somewhere which is far

Somewhere which holds me like a tar

Somewhere where I can't see any return

Place where I feel my heart burn

There is no end to this all

It feels like a never ending fall

My mind is gone numb

It feels like a wasted crumb

No thoughts ahead

No happiness thread

It is gone dumb

But yet

It knows am drowning

It can see my inside frowning

With time yet to come

It would stand

And look at his chum

Won't do a thing about that

But, it surely would regret

It surely would regret...

My 123rd Post: Stranger On Chat

2014-01-31T15:12:00.000-08:00

I am just blank...I don't know how to start this....really there is nothing in my mind....no words no nothing....it should be something nice, something interesting, something out of this world...it should be something which would grab the reader off her feet and into the air floating over my words....it should be something perfect, something which no one might have ever used....it should be something from my heart but still should be classy enough to show my coolness.....I know what to say and I just know the right words to type....they would be "hi there"....
On a chat, with a total stranger....it is like going in a war with Japanese weaponry but having no clue of the instructed language.....no idea what to say and how to grab the attention....the mind goes totally blank because each smooth line might trigger the bomb that is might force the person to leave....the mind keeps wondering what to say because that start is the only thing that would impress the other person to stay and talk....it shouldn't be too cheesy because that is totally fattening for a start....it shouldn't be out of line because that would break the glass of respect....it shouldn't be something over thought because something which reveals how much you thought before starting a simple chat would indicate the fact that you are a pretender....it should be something simple and appealing at the same time....a simple compliment or greeting work at times.....

Got a reply, now what....everything goes blank....adrenaline rushes through the system and the eyes keep staring at the screen...the heart pumps faster and faster as if it were to beat the time track of Indianapolis 500....for a moment, the hands freeze upon the keyboard and the mind tries to settle back in....suddenly, you gain enough strength to strike some keys and there you have it, a reply upon your screen ready to be sent....the conversation starts and the stranger settles in....victory...
Talking to this stranger seems wonderful because there is a feeling that even though that someone doesn't knows you, he/she is still willing to be there for you....it feels that there is hope in you and you are good enough to get an attention from a total stranger, that you deserve things in life....it gives a rise to dead motivation in life and brings a new dawn....
Talking to strangers isn't safe, that is what we were taught but what is safe? The person you knew since your childhood turned out to be a crook so that leaves a chance that this someone might be an angel or someone whom you might really count on in the upcoming future....stranger today might be someone important tomorrow....trusting someone is something else but before deciding that you can't trust someone, you need to give a chance at least....if there isn't any trust then there is nothing to break and if nothing to break then there is no spice and if no spice then no life....talk to a stranger today...try to know that someone....there are good people even outside the circle you live in.....

My 122nd Post: I Will Be There

2014-01-24T13:03:00.000-08:00

When the sun goes down

When your face grows a frown

I will be there

When you would turn around

When you would lose your ground

I will be there

No matter what

Today, tomorrow, whenever you call

I will be there, to catch you from your fall

At times, it gets really difficult to hold on to people and to be with them from day to night....feelings change, people change and even the situations change...there are multiple reasons due to which a rift might bridge a part two people and send them to different corners from where they wouldn't want to be around each other....sometimes it is a mutual decision but at others, one has to suffer while the other walks away....
There are people who never leave....though they might leave physically and break off each and every thread binding two people, they always remains tattooed in the heart....they are among the ones for whom a person would love to cross the limits just to light a smile upon their face...the ones who would never be forgotten and would own the rights of one's care....
People fight and people drift off but at times the heart keeps on saying to them that I will be there no matter what happens...no matter how tough things get or how far a part they are, the inner voice would always tell them that don't worry, the person owning the rights of this heart and voice would always be there for you no matter how deep you fall...this someone would always jump after you without thinking a thing or two....people are not always compatible with each other or they might start developing new feelings or adopt a different nature....reasons like these rot the relationship and leaves no other alternative rather than to end in respect....but some of these people are precious and no matter how hard you try, you always feel that you somehow care for them....you always feel the will to fight for their smile and still you don't want to be with them or aren't with them....
Well, I know there are some people in my life whom I still kinda care about and would always want to be there to hold them up when they take a fall....I am not only talking about someone I have been in love with in the sense of guy and girl thing but someone who means a lot to me....that someone might be a sister to me, a brother to me, a best friend, a special friend, someone special or someone from the past but I know the list of those someones whom I am going to be there for no matter how things turn out between us....so I would like to say that I will be there when you would need me, I will be there when you think you got no one to talk to and I will be there when you want a hand....there is no need for me to mention their names because simply reading this post would prompt the ones whom I am conveying this message to...

If there are people in your life who you feel are important to you or you think you would always be there for them, do tell them one way or another....show them that you mean it and make them count on you....make them realize that someone really cares for them...do it before the time runs out....if you find it hard telling them, then simply share my post with them and dedicate it to them...they will clearly understand your intentions and your motives.....

My 121st Post: The One

2014-01-07T12:19:00.003-08:00

Fairy tales, t.v dramas and every other script which is based upon the concept of love, somehow ends with the same story that the guy and the girl finally are together...there is this image fed into the audience's mind that the hero was meant to fall in love with heroine and no matter how much they fought or didn't get along, they would finally be together...there are always differences between them but with time, the expected couple always would evolve into a one soul two body kind of image....I mean come on, does this really happen in real life? Is there someone there we don't notice but keep on avoiding or having arguments with but is the one we are going to end up with as if we are a part of some play and the cameras are pointed at us....every show airs that like Richard Castle and Kate Beckett from Castle or Ross and Rachel from Friends....both of these couples always fought but in the end, they got together because they were meant for each other....
The one....so in my case or in any of yours' case, there is someone we know and maybe encounter but that someone is in our life but maybe we are in a stage of ups and downs with that someone...so basically, for me, she is just around the corner and is in my play but we aren't together and won't get together until the time is right...can this be true...I mean the main lead in my play, the one who I am going to be with for the rest of my life is here in my life but I don't really see her that way or maybe she doesn't notices me as the one for her....I might have loved her once, but she didn't...then there might have been a time when she loved me but I didn't and so on so fore but we never confronted each other and moved on....then comes a time when we both would realise that there is no one else in this world meant for us rather than the one we are thinking of and we finally fall in love....
This can't be true...this is just like a fairytale come true...fairy tales don't come true but if they do, then these are really messed up but on the other hand there are mostly beautiful ones...if each one of these stories are properly traced down from the beginning of time till the end then Shakespeare's plays wouldn't even be known to the worst stages in this world....
I really don't know whether it is true or not but I do know for a fact that what so ever my story is or going to be, I really want to know or wait better, I really want it to be written down....the day am going to get together with that one, I would write down our whole story and maybe she was here all along but we never really knew...maybe the one is always around the corner and just waiting for the notion to play our part and get together....this gives a hope to look out for that one so if someone broke up with you, just means that the one who is really meant for you is around the corner just waiting for the cue....

My 120th Post: Smile :)

2013-12-17T04:00:00.000-08:00

Mornings always bring out some changes in our moods....one day we wake up mad or the other just carry a feeling of loneliness....today I woke up, I didn't have either of those two....there was something hanging upon my face....I don't know where it came from or why is it really there but I have a smile on my face which is even smiling as I am writing this post.....regardless yesterday's ups and downs, am smiling today and I think it is really a blessing to smile like this....
At times there are some people in your contact list who just bring out a smile upon your face....their presence just makes it everything for you to achieve at that moment and you start smiling....words fade away and there is nothing to say at all except for passing a smile....every negative vibe dies off and a pleasant air fills the space....who knew that flexing few muscles could result in such a beautiful thing....
A smile is a solution to many problems...it can fix relations, it can cheer up people, it can give a feeling of warmth, it is just magical.....smile really isn't an answer of everything but the least it can do is to give someone a hope....a simple smile can cover up a large statement, 'don't worry, it will be alright..'...
I really don't have much to talk upon this topic because all I can think about is smiling at the screen....it is like I want to smile to all my readers and make them understand what I really want to say....this smile is a feeling of heaven....I really feel my heart flying towards the sky and there is no pain in it....it feels as if everything is cured by this smile I have right now.....it is like fight with me right now and all you would see is me smiling...okay yeah I would beat you back but with a smile and I guess that is what matters....
It might seem as if am a lunatic or something like that who is smiling all the time for nothing at all....yeah sure, maybe am gone goo goo but does it really matters? I mean at least I am happy from inside and my smile really boosts my soul....smiling a lot isn't bad if you ask me...sure it ain't healthy but still, it is the best feeling one can have and I am proud to have this as a part of my life...
People do various drugs just to achieve a state from where they can forget the life they are living...they go after meths or heroine and consume bags of money and destroy their health as well....for me, smiling is the best drug of them all....its cost are nominal and it is available all the time and it is good for health....so yeah, I am high but high upon my smile :)

My 119th Post: My Lady

2013-12-05T07:41:00.000-08:00

When a guy grows up, a girl walks into his life without any invitation at times and remains not as a tenant but as the owner of his heart....he lets her be around him all the time and without her, he thinks he is simply incomplete and feels weak to face this world....that someone changes him and brings out someone whom the world had rarely seen....the perfect girl, though she might not be perfect for others but she is the jewel for that guy, the jewel which no one can value except him....
My lady, this seems a beautiful achievement in one's life and it is precious but the thing is that a jewel remains valuable until it gets praised by the world....this is the part where a guy falls behind and with time his lady feels that she is nothing but a trophy won and has earned a place upon his shelf....a lady ain't a trophy to place upon a shelf, she is to be cherished through out....
There are many girls who complain to their husbands that they don't have time for them or they don't care about them or stuff like they loved them before they were married and the love drowned after signing a piece of paper....mostly, they are wrong.....I am not defending those husbands because I believe that it is entirely their fault....a girl who left her house and her family to start a new one with a guy who once was a stranger, would want attention from him....she would want his time and his compliments.....loving someone and flirting etc is easier before marriage but continuing it afterwards is the main task in hand....guys mostly fall back in this situation...they have a thought in their minds that now that they have got the girl of their dreams, they need to concentrate upon their future so that his family may stand up strong....he isn't thinking wrong but the fault is in his balance.....when a husband comes home, his wife expects him to look at her and compliment over her dress maybe but mostly guys just change clothes and hit the sofa because they need a break and want to relax...
Ladies aren't tough to handle...little things are important for them...they make them happy and when their guy appreciates the effort, it is like a big achievement for them....instead of getting home from work and hitting shower, a guy can give his girl a hug and compliment upon maybe her dress or her hair or the flour upon her cheek....anything, it just shows that he notices and a girl wants nothing else just the thing that whom she exhausts herself for, notices her or not.....this is an era of mobiles and each and mostly everyone has one....when you were her boyfriend or fiance, there isn't any moment when you didn't message her and asked her what she was doing....after marrying, same can be done....it takes way too little effort....just show her that she is there in your mind....though she is there all the time but you need to show her that....just a simple way, tell her that you love her from time to time, that would fill her heart with butterflies...
I know I have compared a lady with materialistic things but my motive was positive...a lady is the most precious thing a guy can ask in his life time....she is the one who diverts him towards becoming a gentleman rather than turning into a beast....take care of her and make her view her as the centre piece of your life...if you achieve that, you would achieve a trailer of heaven upon this planet....
Even if you haven't met your lady yet, share this post with the ones who have that is if you like it and all :)

My 118th Post: Hilarious Life

2013-11-19T15:18:00.000-08:00

One moment, I am sitting at my porch staring at the moon, just dreaming about my future...thinking about the best possible ways to get along and eventually getting my hopes high with the image in my mind that nothing is going to fall apart this time...nothing is going to stop me from achieving my dreams....nothing is going to leave my side, not this time....the next moment, I brush my jeans and move back in because life had something else coming for me....
Things don't really go the way we want them to...there is always something else stored for us in the back but we rarely come to know about it until it seems as if it were a joke...at times, it really feels as if we are the centre of a ring where life is our master and we are there just to please it....instead of getting rewards for our efforts, we are tricked into another act which follows the clouds of misery and sadness...it is just like one craving for water but instead gets plenty of food served....that someone wants a drink but no, life wants him/her to have food....
I don't know but life does sometimes seem to be a comedy act and it really seems that it is cruel and unfair but that is just our illusion....though at times we might think that we deserved something which someone else received, we are wrong.....the fact that we are humans, we look at things limiting the span of our future...we don't really think far because that isn't in our power....life knows what is good and what is bad for us....it knows when to serve us something and when to take away something....though the moment we might think that it was cruel and is playing jokes upon us but that is just our ignorance of the fact that nothing belongs to us more than our life and that makes it sure that life cares for us more than any human being alive....maybe that someone didn't get a drink because he/she would have started eating food after eliminating the thirst and that food might become a cause for his/her illness....
There is always a motive behind things.....though you didn't get something today, maybe you might get it tomorrow or maybe you would get something better....you would get what is better for you.....today's hurt might be a strong ally in the future...
Life really ain't hilarious much, though its ways are but that doesn't means that one should drown in the ideas composed by our high brain....so cheer up and look for the next sun rise to start all over again and search for the better option for our future....

My 117th Post: Random Words

2013-10-30T18:44:00.000-07:00

It has been around two months since I came out with my last post....somehow I am unable to write....when I write, I just lose the sight of my path and then there I am, with my words hanging without an edge and I keep on removing that post from my published list....I really don't know why but somehow I believe that I can't write any more....it is like I have a major block in my head which is making me post nothing though there are so many things to write upon here....I have many topics waiting for my mind to put out in words but when I start writing, I end up watching some video or playing those stupid facebook games....it is just like I have a torch while walking down the path in a darkness filled valley but what I miss are the batteries for my torch...somehow the writing spree is hung up as that light from that valley....
I really do want to write but I don't know why I keep resisting....I do believe that I am not a bad writer but well I guess there is this voice in my back head which keeps telling me that you really don't have much readers and it simply means that my writing is way worse than many....that voice has conquered my will I suppose....somehow I have lost the battle with that voice but I want to prove it wrong and want to win this war...so what if it won the battle, the war is still for me to win...

Writing all this has really brought me up....well literally speaking then I did change my posture from lying down to sitting up but well I think this is working....there is this light I can see at the moment which is trying to tell me to find the path....it is telling me that I haven't diverted much...the path is still there and the light is vibrating...o sorry, that was my cell phone so I guess no light at all....
I really think I should write again....I really do love writing and I was an idiot for ignoring this beauty...now writing all this I really think I have missed my hands upon this keyboard and making sounds like tic tic tic....and the pain from typing is really amazing....I don't know if you guys are really reading this still and if reading, you guys are not having an image of a lunatic blogger but I will write....I guess my block ends with this post and from tomorrow onwards insha-Allah, I will blog properly once more....
Best of luck to me guys and please keep on motivating me with your comments and your views...thank you...

My 116th Post: Friday The 13th

2013-09-14T14:42:00.000-07:00

I know, I am late for this post but I was just waiting for the day to end....then when I started writing this post, I gave a second thought and again delayed it just to make sure that Friday the 13th definitely crossed the entire world....it is the morning of 15th here in my country and I guess the effects of 13th are clearly washed out by now....
How my day went? There was nothing new to it....it was as it was supposed to be or in fact it was better than the rest....I enjoyed my day and was able to stamp my unfinished works....I received nice treats and it was a lovely day as I hung out with friends, received some random smiles and slept peacefully....so I guess it didn't affect me at all....in my case, there was nothing like Friday the 13th....well to be honest, I was born on Friday the 13th of December...so if to view it in that sense then maybe, just maybe, it didn't had its effects upon me because my birth date counter acted against it....in simple words, I descended upon that date so maybe it didn't have effects upon me because I am somehow a part of that ritual....well this is just a hypothesis....
There isn't any clear record of this day...it is believed that Friday is an unlucky day and 13th is an unlucky number.....when both of these combine, the day is going to be disastrous......people avoid moving around upon Friday the 13th...they believe that it is going to ruin their work and as a result of superstition, they take as much precautions as possible....it is also believed that upon Friday the 13th, evil spirits and souls rise from Hell and roam freely among us....they try their level best to blacken our luck....
We people just have a habit to believe each and everything we listen to....instead of checking out the facts, we just follow the gossip....Friday the 13th is also something like that...it is just a foolish superstition which people follow....things like these are playing with our minds....people avoid travelling, making business deals or anything which they think might ruin their fortunes....like for number 13, there are majority of buildings in this world which do not have a 13th floor and if it does then people avoid living on it....there is also a thing which states that whenever there are 13 people sitting on a table, one would definitely die....there are numerous stories which follow such a stupid superstition....
We are weak and it is really easy to mould our minds....there is nothing like superstitions.....days like Friday the 13th make no difference...if one was to loose something, he/she might loose it even when it is 12 (the luckiest date) of that month....making an appointment on Friday the 13th won't contribute in the workings of your deal....so I believe that there is nothing like believing that Friday the 13th is an unlucky day...well at least I won't believe that because I was born on that day and Allah has bestowed me with many things so I feel I am lucky....if it really was that unlucky, then life wouldn't be the way I am living it...so forget these stupid superstitions and live freely because there are other important things to worry about rather than this.....

My 115th Post: The Life of A Prostitute

2013-09-11T15:00:00.000-07:00

Before reading this post, just understand the fact that this is a general post and there is no shame in writing about this because as a writer, I feel it is my duty to at least try to change things with the strength of my words....

There are different kinds of occupations in this world...people have to give a lot just to earn enough to feed their stomach....some sit behind a desk, some gamble, some rob and still there are ones who sell their bodies just for a while to earn money....those are the ones who really don't feel anything except being proud of themselves when they see someone bathing them in money after a short pleasure....they are willing to sleep with anyone just for the sake of few bucks....it doesn't really matters to them whom they are with until and unless they are paid....

Prostitution is a rapidly growing business in this world....at every corner of a street, there might be someone willing to lure you towards her bed and rob you off your money by fulfilling your desires....statically, as I write this post or while you read it, there are 40 million prostitutes out working and going around different customers....this number is even more than the population of some of the countries....each day, there is a increase in that number and there is no one who is truly willing to stop this....though prostitution is a job worth of Hell, it is a highly profitable business with nominal investment.....

I really don't know how they do it....I mean to lay in bed with different people each day and then to wake up to start the next day....these people really don't have any respect for themselves....not everyone might treat them with care...there would be the ones who might use them as a loaned property and to comfort them, these girls might have to cross limits and abuse themselves willingly.....even if there are rules and regulations which safeguard the girls from being abused, they are still used as the public toilets....no matter what, they have to take the load and sustain it without any complains....they are passed around from a hand to another and still they don't feel grossed out....they have the dignity lower than the trash lying on the streets...

When prostitutes are asked that why do they do such a job which has the lowest standard in the world, their reply is simple that they have no other option available and this is the easiest way to earn and to feed their dying family....though they might be right about options, but still this crosses each and every limit...patience provides ways for a person to survive so a person only needs to believe and to wait....there are other replies as well....some girls say that they were sold in the market and no matter what they do, it ain't possible for them to leave....there are a lot of cases in which the girls were sold out while they were just little girls just for a nominal price....they grew up in the market and ended in bed with strangers...though they resented the idea of that, there wasn't any other option for them.....some girls ran away but in the end they were beaten and brought back....their owners don't get them killed, just beats them up and tortures them more to get them ready for the next time when they have the idea to run....

Our governments are putting a stop to many things but there aren't any proper operations carried upon this....if our governments wanted, prostitution might had ended till now but somehow they really don't care or maybe they have some involvement in this system....yes, there are cases which show from time to time that the government officials are not really willing to end this market but still there isn't any final statement....

The odd thing is that there are girls who are willingly stripping just because they think they have the talent for such a thing....these are the ones who go down without any push or and pressure upon them....they might be filthy rich but still, they want to try out this life....also there are the ones who do exactly the same things but they don't do it directly for money....they have other reasons like grabbing a place in society or getting promoted etc....I really feel like laughing upon their face when such a girl says negative things about a professional prostitute and abuses her....honestly, I feel no difference between them and the ones who are doing for money....no matter what, in the end of the day both types slept with random people; both got something in return and both stood up alone...well if we see it in another way than the one who doesn't do it for money, is kind of treated in a better manner and there is someone in the end of the day to lend his hands to help her put on her clothes....nothing else.....

I really don't know how this would stop but I know for a fact that this shouldn't be something a person would be willing to do....if there are ways out, the victim should jump out of that window....even if there is someone you can save, try to do what you have the might to do and leave rest to Him as He knows better....

My 114th Post: Society Blamed For Image

2013-09-10T14:55:00.001-07:00

People believe that we are the image of our environment....what we grow up to be, depends upon our surrounding and the type of people we had since our birth....a child if born in a house of a thief would in the end become a thief in his latter life, same goes for a child born in the house of a priest...instead of becoming a thief, the priest's child will be a model of his/her religion....so the future of a person depends upon what he/she is provided....the fact that a person's will and understanding won't make a change....whatever a child molds into is fully dependent upon his background.....
I do not agree with the point I laid in the first paragraph....if this was the case then till today, only a single type of human character would had been found....but no, there are differences in people....there are good and there are the ones who lack good in them....it ain't necessary that a priest may give birth to a priest and a thief would bring up a thief in his house....it depends upon the child and the intensity of its blindness....it is just like the case when a child learns to cry just to get what it wants...so if that child really wants to get something, to change into a better human being, it would dig up a way no matter what....but if that same child is happy with the way the things are going, there won't be any change in him/her....it would lead a simple life and follow the path his parents, or someone he adored, led.....

When we are born, we are given some characteristics which help us to learn and to survive in a better manner in this life....though someone might be uneducated, that someone would still be aware of the difference between injustice and justice....the simple way to know that is to imagine a case making oneself the victim of the impact caused by the decision taken....if one thinks that things weren't fair and there was injustice involved then that same would be the thought of someone else....so it is really simple to judge between two statements and choose a better one....for example, if someone has a task to kill someone, the killer might think it is a good idea because he/she is going to be paid for that but if that killer steps in the foot of the victim, then I don't think his/her selection might be the same...everyone loves their life, to kill might be a profitable business but to die only leads towards bankruptcy and would encounter a loss of life....
A person has the options in front of him and it is upon him to decide what he wants to go with....it is only he who maps his life....society does play an important role in one's life but if someone wills to do good, no one would be able to stop him....but if someone really wants to shower in the dirt of his inherited society, then no one in this world can stop him....what ever he is given, he would end up becoming a part of that dirt....
Try evaluating things and at times, do listen to your heart while making some decisions.....it might hurt you but a honest heart won't guide towards the path of evil....

My 113th Post: Religious Us

2013-09-09T10:52:00.000-07:00

The day I took my first breath of air, I didn't know who I was or what my identity was going to be....like others, I just opened my eyes and closed them again to be cuddled in the arms of my loved ones....I didn't know what my motive was when I came into existence....I only knew that I have been sent to some people as their son, nothing else....when I grew, things revealed and I was given a certain identity to carry myself in this world...with a name and a family background, I was also enrolled in a titled category which by default is done for each and every child who steps in this world....I was categorised according to the religion of my parents and placed under the title of Islam....
What is Islam? What kind of a religion is it? Things like that were unknown to my knowledge and what was known is that it is a religion which my parents follow and I have to obey them and follow what they tell me to...with age, the knowledge increased and I came to know the difference between good and bad and the selection of a righteous path....this day, there are so many things that I know are wrong in this society and I know that they would lead me to the fire of Hell....I know I should avoid them and try to become a better Muslim but instead of doing that, I am just fooling around and dragging my mind towards the beastly activities....
I am not the judge of the ones who are reading my posts but I can say that most of the people are just namely religious....they might be following some rules and regulations but would be avoiding a lot of them....in Islam, the first thing we are taught are the rules which would keep us away from Hell....those rules are simple and easily followed....I believe in each and every rule taught to us but the last one which says to believe in the day of judgement, I am doing a mistake in that....I believe from the depth of my heart that I would be commanded to raise once more to be judged according to my deeds in this worldly life....but, the thing which is killing me is that I do believe but I ain't correcting my deeds....there are many mistakes in my character which might get me punished and the irony is that I am not avoiding them....surely I do try but my will is weak which means I am not really trying hard.....
There should be a fear in our hearts stronger than the one we have when we have to face our parents....It is the God we are talking about here...He is the one who created each and everything, even the ones we fear....if we are afraid of the creation, why don't we have the sense of being afraid of the Creator? the creation might hurt us physically but for a limited time...the Creator can punish us for eternity if He wills to do so....His torments would be much terrible than the ones we can imagine.....but still, we are ignoring that fact and moving in life the way we want to....we are avoiding simple things which He taught us to be good and are lusting over things which He has restrained us from.....
Most of us are following Him just compared to the drop of rain against the water from all the oceans....just ask your heart where do you stand and if you are far away from the gates of Heaven, try to perfect yourself and pray to Him to guide you and the others to the right path....strengthen your believes and make the aim of reaching Heaven your first priority....
May Allah bless us all and please do pray for each and everyone, including this writer.....

My 112th Post: Begging

2013-09-03T10:29:00.000-07:00

Earning is a tough thing and people realise it once they are on there feet without any shoulder to rest the head upon....they do hard work through out their life just to earn a decent living...some study and earn good grades and degrees to get a desk job and others might spend their life bagging experience in order to start up a business or do something depending upon their field of interest.....no matter what, both the types try to make a reputation for them and their families in this world and most importantly, they eat from what they rightly earn....

Well everybody has his/her own perspective and there are some who have a way different than mine....there are people who no doubt work hard day and night but the way they earn is not respected in the society because they don't earn what they get....they beg for it and literally they do.....these are the ones who eat out of others' plates and don't even feel ashamed of doing that....they roam around the streets in search of people who might give them money for just asking for it....they stick around and keep circling the ones who might have some cash to throw away and in the end, are the owners of something which was thrown at them....
Begging is getting out of hands specially in countries like Pakistan or India....there is no force which would stop the beggars...so the streets are filled with groups of people waiting in line to make you feel guilty just to give them some cash....the second reason is that people don't realise the fact that if they give something to someone without any return or some hard work, they are just encouraging them to ask again....with time, the person wouldn't hesitate even a bit and that someone would proudly ask for stuff...this is natural...if someone is getting something without any hard work and just has to ask for it, why would he/she will to work in the future....they would just ask...why would someone cook a meal when they are automatically served on time....so there won't be any sense of responsibility in that someone's mind and would take things for granted....
It feels so odd to see someone coming in front of you and raise their hands to ask for money....if that someone is needy, one should help as much as he/she can because they had no other option...but these days, it is really a tough job to distinguish a needy from a professional beggar.....what matters is mainly your intention...so if you help someone out with good will, it is alright...but if you know that someone is a beggar and you have seen that someone continuously, try avoiding him or her....
Try stopping the idea of begging not by eliminating beggars but by changing their thinking....if you know some available job, offer them a job in exchange because they need to earn as well....you can't just kick them out....or motivate them in showing their talents like the ones in U.S or U.K who play guitars or dance in public to entertain just to earn.....
It would be a better society if everyone understands the idea to earn rather than to snatch someone else's treasure...

My 111th Post: Song 'Neele Neele Amber Per'

2013-08-30T13:44:00.000-07:00

To be honest, I really don't have anything today which might interest me to write upon...waited the entire day for something to come up but my brain is dead...I guess, I need some sleep just to relax it a bit and would definitely write something tomorrow insha-Allah....
So instead of missing today's post, I just thought to upload this song from the movie Kalaakar (1983)...I am a fan of old movies but somehow I have missed this one...so I am unaware even of the cast which is by the way Sri Devi and Kunal Goswami (hail google)....would definitely see this movie sooner or later....
This song, Neele Neele Amber Per, has been on my play list from years now....it is a nice and a lovely track by the great Kishore Kumar.....it is not a deep lyrics kind of a song but is filled with love and passion....
I will end my words here and you guys play the video and enjoy the track....

Neele Neele amber par by Aamirlove73

My 110th Post: Suicide

2013-08-29T04:43:00.000-07:00

A person lives once and unfortunately dies once....once you are dead, you can't return to this world and relive what you thought was useless.....every year around 800000 to a million people die due to committing suicide....these are the ones who have no respect for their lives and I personally believe that they are the weakest form of mankind.....they don't have the will to stand up against the world and try to change things....well, it is not entirely their fault because they never had the trust in God....they are amongst those who never understood His dealings and His justice.....
A rope tied around the neck or a jump from a cliff, are explained as difficult tasks....it is said that to commit suicide, one needs to have guts....it ain't an easy task to achieve....well I accept this statement because taking someone else's life is not that hard compared to killing oneself.....but still, there is strength in the will and the firmness upon the point of giving up....so in the end, no matter how rough and tough a suicider might seem to the entire world, he/she still is a looser....someone who couldn't achieve something and in return took his/her life just to prove that what he/she was after meant a lot to him/her.....maybe the point is clearly defined by the act of a suicide but in the end, that someone stays a looser because there is a loss of life and also would lose the reason that someone died for.....
I agree that at times things become difficult for a person to handle....life becomes tough and the tragedies bomb the entire mind but I believe that ain't a reason of giving up.....I am not talking about foolish reasons like dying for a guy or a girl because that in my understanding is just out of question...that someone is just a selfish soul who never deserved the love from his/her family.....just for a love of few days, months or perhaps years, people attempt suicide and the ones who are successful, leave behind the ones who loved and cherished them their entire life.....I believe that their families, no matter how ignoring, deserved better.....here am talking about people who go through tragedies like losing their families in a battle which was never their's or being robbed out of dignity or physical respect....these people are really hurt....the mind starts playing games and with time they start accepting the fact that there isn't any space for them in this society....death seems more attractive to them and they happily depart from this cruel world.....
If only those people had their believe in God, they might have stayed back and might have remained within our society...I know that it is easy for a person to write about others and tough to be the one who experiences things like that but still I wish there was a way out.....this society plays an equal part in those suicides....if our society wasn't this cruel, their hopes might have lived and they might have fought for their rights....but our society likes to rub in and scratch the fresh wounds until the victim falls upon his/her knees....instead of supporting someone, our society starts ignoring and keeps nagging until it is successful at washing the prints of that someone from the corner of this world.....
Let me ask you that what was the mistake of an innocent girl who was rapped on her way to school or the mistake of the guy who was honest with his job but due to political games, was imprisoned upon the charge of corruption...what did they do to the society or anyone to get this as a reward? they were clean but they suffered....they became weak and found death as their loyal companion because life was mocking them where ever they went....they committed suicide and left this world just to run away from this hell....they were wrong but the society wasn't right as well....they required justice but were treated as bugs in this society....
I wish to help those depressed souls and want to make them happy....before ruling out someone, try to see what went behind the scenes and help reducing the number of suicides...life is a beautiful gift bestowed upon us and we should cherish it rather than just running to quite it.....

My 109th Post: Back To School

2013-08-28T04:47:00.000-07:00

It has been months since my last visit to my old school....I guess it was in the start of this January when I went back to The City School-Jinnah Campus but well that was just a brief visit...went there to pick up my little brother and came back without meeting anyone from the campus.....
I went directly from my university to Jinnah....seriously the way they show in films when a hero drives back to his love with all those flash backs of each and every moment, the same happened with me....though am not a hero in this case but was headed towards one of my loves....as I neared the road towards the campus, things started coming back to me....everything made me recall things from the past....like the example of the main road....it was our last year and me and some of my friends were walking back home as always....just for fun, we walked home....that day, we were lazy so my friend and I decided to block the road by lying down in the middle of the track....I know you guys would feel that it wasn't a secure idea to implement but other friends were watching out for speeding cars.....we nearly stopped 5 or 7 cars and then one of our Heads were on their way so had to stand up and walk again.....
Then I looked upon the campus, I remembered how we used to play outside and run all the time.....we fought, made new friends, fell in love or things like that....I mean it was a brilliant time of our lives.....I really miss those days and while I walked towards those doors, my nerves were shaking....it was just a feeling I really can't explain....one needs to experience that in order to understand what was going around my mind.....it was like I guess when a person goes to school for the first time after vacations....I don't know but this feeling was a delightful one.....the beautiful thing was when I was greeted warmly by each and everyone of the staff...not only the ones who knew me, but also the new ones...when I introduced myself to them, they made me feel that I am still a part of that environment....I didn't even a bit feel like a stranger in a new place....even the security guard at the main entrance was a new member...he didn't recognise me but when I introduced myself and told him that I am a pass out and was the Head Prefect there, he opened the gate with pride and welcomed me with respect.....
My visit there was not just because I was missing that place but it was mainly to meet our Principal, Mam Aliya Khalid...she was attacked recently and was burnt with acid....Masha-Allah she is recovering from that incident but still needs to go through some more operations to get well....me and my friends did go to meet her when she was admitted in the hospital but our bad luck struck and she was discharged few days before our journey.....I still had her card with me from that day and with a bouquet, I went in her office.....she really was happy to see me again after a long time....I felt that she was still proud of me and that feeling was lovely.....we sat down and chatted for a while....then I left her office and went around the building searching for my old teachers....I met few of them and their joy was awesome.....it felt as if I was back home and was greeted with same love and respect as they did back then.....when I told them what I was currently doing, they really felt proud of me and still expect me to reach higher stages, Insha-Allah....it was just lovely and I really want to go back to City School and start my studies from the beginning.....
Well, I would like to end this post with a message from Mam Aliya Khalid to all her students who have passed out recently or even before my batch....she told me to give her regards and love to all her students and wish them best of luck...also to tell them to pray for her so she may get her strength back and undergo those operations successfully.....so best of luck guys and really do pray for her, she is one of the best principals and she deserves way better than this.....lets just hope that her enemies fall on the right path or suffer the wrath of Allah....
Please do share this post so that all of the Ex-Citizens of J-camp can read this.....thank you....

My 108th Post: Space

2013-08-24T06:42:00.002-07:00

There was this rhyme I loved when I was a little kid....it always fascinated me and like the poem says, I always started wondering....it's a cute poem titled "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"....whenever I came to the next verse of how I wonder what you are, I always stared at the huge sky and really wondered how would it be to live on one of the stars....at first, I tried jumping high enough to touch the stars but then I realised that they were far enough for me to touch them....so I just wondered and tried to reach the highest ground available....my thoughts deepened the day I took my first flight in an aeroplane....I saw the clouds, was near the sun and it was just like a dream come true...I was as high as I thought a person could get....but there were no stars....and the Sun, rather than coming towards my reach, was moving away at times....so my theory led towards a point that the stars and the Sun are further up the sky....the clouds can be touched but the stars are way too far.....then came a time when I really came to know where the stars were and what was the whole deal with them being away from us....

What if travelling to the stars or the other planets was easy? What if we could easily travel to space as if going from Pakistan to India? Well I do wonder things which I haven't seen and this is one of the things....I want to visit the other planets and maybe there is life there as well....I want to meet them and have a chat with them upon facebook....well that ain't possible but some other way which is possible....
I have always journeyed to space through Hollywood films...the more I watch them, the more intrigued I get...then there are times like sitting under the sky during a fine night and staring at the Moon or the sparkling stars.....I wish, I just could touch them or trap them in something and bring that sky in my room or take them where ever I travel.....
The planet I love the most is Mars, well mostly because I love this chocolate called 'Mars' and ever since I was a kid, I imagined the planet to be made of the same material....but then the colour of that planet and the nights there are beautiful.....after Mars, I loved Pluto which sadly was destroyed.....it looked like a cute little planet following the trail of the bigger ones.....I used to play a game called 'Magic School Bus' and it was just as if I was hiking on a mountain in some planet or jumping over the stars.....it was fun....
Space has always been an interesting place to visit and I wish one day I am able to float around in space and swim from one place to another or drink the milk from the milky way, though that ain't possible but well I would like to imagine it in that way......one day, I would love to have my farm house built there and would go there with my family during vacations.....