Political Barf

Yes, these few months have been like an insane roller coaster for Pakistan specially its political illustrations. Everyone is writing about it and I am darn sure every sane person is tired reading about it. Hell I am so sick of it that I feel like barfing. Yet some fanatic people don’t seem to get enough of it. It has just become a fad these days to sit in groups, at chai wala’s (road side tea shops) and just start abusing and blabbering fucking bullshit about the present government and the recently held elections. What would one have to do to build some sort of optimism amongst us? There is fucking no peace of mind.

Another thing, during these elections I came across people going to polling booths and voting a couple of times on behalf of other people. Before the elections every other person, and the media was emphasizing on fair and peaceful elections. For crying out loud, we should stand up and take charge and NOT fucking vote for others? Why be hypocrites and say we want fair elections, and when times come to vote we want to cheat ourselves?

It honestly makes me sick. All I can do is pray, who ever is elected, may the Lord be with them, and let them guide Pakistan towards prosperity and not annihilate. It is said that the people make a country, and people it is how can very well destroy it. I don’t like to say it but, the past two decades have shown that we can only behave ourselves when there is extreme dunda (strictness). We are immature and extremely childish. I just hope I am wrong. When will we be happy with ourselves? With this I am no more going to write anything about politics until there is something Good to be said.

Songs that get me through certain times#1

I have been disappeared from the posting limelight, and yes my apologies for such a sudden act. These past few days have been like an emotional and physical ride. I try to stay in touch with my inner self and listen to music, which are of the following type, to help me through rough times. 

Ride – Cary Brothers 

 You are everything I wanted
The scars of all I’ll ever know

If I told you you were right
Would you take my hand tonight?
If I told you the reasons why
Would you leave your life and ride?
And ride…

You saw all my pieces broken
This darkness that I could never show If I told you you were right
Would you take my hand tonight?
If I told you the reasons why
Would you leave your life and ride?
And ride…

Disappointments

The more you expect from someone the more disappointed you are going to get.

Cold Karachi And Its Pleasures This Year

The weather of Karachi has taken a twirl. The winter is finally here. It has become really pleasant, and this year all is happening from the weddings, Christmas, Eid, to new years. This December is going to be a winters with all the family members.

The late night sittings, curled up and not wanting to get up early morning, making random spontaneous plans and going to coffee places in the middle of the night, the dholkies and dance practices for the mehndies. This year the bakra Eid is also on almost perfect days making it an extended weekend and then 25^th being another holiday will really give us opportunities to plan something exciting.

But if nothing of such sort is initiated then there is nothing better than sitting in one corner in a dim light, feeling the cold gust of wind against you in spite of being wrapped in a quilt or shawl, sipping away a hot cup of coco or coffee, have a book in your hand or watching some TV serial (I’d prefer scrubs or reading a book) and be at peaceful with yourself, enjoying silence so that you can listen to the wind whistling, being far away from the worldly dissonance or just be with close friends and reminisce. Let us just hope we all have a wonderful winter this year!

Dream On

Cringing with fear, he is terrified with the same thought running all over him again and again and again. What is to happen next? Is he going to survive? Do you think his monotony of thought will perish him once and for all? Everything seems so real yet so blurry. The corners of his pupils seem to be hazy as his sight is clear from the center and worn off from the edges.

He tries to look around, move his limbs but apparently finds him self to be in an infinite loop. He always wants to gambol but seems to fall back down on his back. Headaches and drowsiness has taken over his body. He feels like barfing. He closes his eyes and feels as if he is on a never ending rollercoaster ride. Is this a dream or is it reality?

He tries to find someone else but being the protagonist, explains the solitude. The condition allows no form of diversion what so ever from him. He calls out names but turns out to be suffering from hematemesis suddenly. His body shivers and quivers and his body parts collapsing with fear. He can’t breath! His lungs grasp for air. He needs oxygen. Where to run, where to look for it? he can’t moveeee… blank……long beep……

His friends and family find him in bed, lying there motionless. All pale and white like a ghost. They run to check his pulse but its too late. He has left them, for the unknown. If Only in other circumstances…