Crazy Laughter!

Crazy Laughter!

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The best moments in ones life are those which are unplanned, spontaneous. Maybe the ones spent with your closest friends.

Just in the middle of a normal day, you see them, do stuff together, go crazy wild with laughter at the random-est jokes ever... jokes that the rest of the world won't even be able to comprehend.

Funny, in that one instant..one moment..one small second you live so much. There's so much to cherish. There's so much more added to the memories you've made together. So much more that you wont be able to forget.. Forever and ever!

Miles apart from family, but still with family. :)

Gone with the wind?

Gone with the wind?

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Funny you get associated with material things so much that it hurts to let them go. Maybe even willingly. Its like a part of your soul has been torn apart. Or maybe happiness being sucked out of your mortal being? You feel a loss. A non-retrievable loss. Then there's this pang of immense sadness. Its like something important in your life is missing. There is this hollowness around. The feeling when all the good memories with that one material thing are just not enough. When you want it back.... And you want it back desperately..!

Dear Baleno.

You were my first car here at Pakistan. You picked my weight when I thought I had nothing around. All the good trips we had on you. All the amazing rides. All the long drives. The terrible terrible accident. And that you survived it! :) Oh, I miss all those times I had you around. Its like every important memory, good or bad, is somehow associated with you!

I shall miss you and I shall miss you A LOT.

P.S. Yes, I'm a freak who writes a blog post on her car, addresses it, talks to it and maybe secretly cries over it too.

A good moment otherwise. Or maybe...

A good moment otherwise. Or maybe...

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A good song in the background.
Time to stay alone for a while and calm your nerves.
Let the world know you don't give a crap to all the BS.
And give yourself the much deserved break from all the drama and hypocrisy.

http://grooveshark.com/s/Dil+Ko+Tumse/3cxylx?src=5

P.S. Can't quite figure out how to embed the song. Hence, just the link.

Swirling Storm

Swirling Storm

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How do you find the mental will to write when your insides are crumbling down and you're shattered to the core?

How do you face yourself when all you want to do is run away.... run away from yourself?

How, in the world, do you fix everything when you...yourself..are the one who spoiled it in the first place?

Hah. Wow. The ghosts which haunt you are actually memories of your past. YOUR memories. The memories YOU created YOURSELF. WILLINGLY.

Despise yourself, NEVER! Oh well. What do you do when you are left with no other option? How do you defeat the monsters then? The monsters that reside deep inside you?! How do you slay THAT dragon?! How, in heavens, do you banish those ghosts??!!

You want to flee.

You CAN'T!

You want to escape.

You CAN'T!

You don't want to think about it.

 You CAN'T!

You want to shut it off...shut it away..in the deepest darkest corner of your head.

Haha. Try that!!! You CAN'T! :D

You want to heal the wounds.

HAHAHA. Isn't it a little too early for that? Oh and what about the scars anyway? They would still be there.. You definitely CAN'T!  :D

You want to fix everything.

Error: Damage beyond repair!! *beep* Damage beyond repair!! *beep* Damage bey........ Oh just blast it! You most certainly CAN'T!! :D

You want to die.

HAHA. You shall die EACH day. You shall face the consequences, here and now...there and then!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

^ And that was my conscious laughing at me!!

Oh mother!!

Oh mother!!

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CAUTION: Do not proceed if you have a good taste of poetry, or are of weak heart. As I clearly have slayed all the rules of subtle poetry which your frail heart might not be able to endure, I believe it is my grave responsibility to warn you again to stop reading this very instant. 

If you still wish to read further, well... very well then, God bless your soul for reading this. Do not curse me later for having you read the worst piece of poetry in the entire history of literature. 

And also, please remember to keep your "able" judgement and criticism to yourself because I don't give a damn about what you think about this specific piece of writing. I wrote it for my mother. She, and only she, becomes the judge and critic (that is, if she ever reads this). 

Oh, and thank you for being so patient and still reading this after so many warnings. :)

*Ahem*

So here it goes.

Oh mother! What should I tell you? 

Oh, how should I say?

Oh mother! What should I remember, if not your grieving eyes, searching my face, having to send me away?

Oh, how that breaks me a million inside!!

Oh mother! Tomorrow I shall be gone from your protective embrace and sight.

Oh, however shall I happen to survive?!

Oh mother! Just the thought of leaving you behind... waiting for even a shadow of me..

Oh, how that image of you pains the very heart of mine!!

Oh mother! Forgive me, for I have been a terrible daughter?!

Oh, how I wish I could somehow turn back the time?

P.S. Too bad, no?

Let me find some water in which I can/should drown. :/

And when it shatters into a million little pieces...

And when it shatters into a million little pieces...

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Sitting alone in your little room. Isolated from the world. Living in your very own little safe haven. Surrounded by the people whose tiny bit of existence won't matter in a couple of months from now. Except for some, of course. The only thing that keeps you connected with the actual world is the internet. Even then its up to you to ignore the world and shut it out completely or to keep in touch with it. Since ignoring the world is the best way you can escape the miseries it inflicts upon you. You choose. You choose to ignore. 

Just then, you see. You see them suffering. Suffering at the hands of the people who loved them once. People they once loved. Maybe still do.

Life happens to be extremely funny. You get attached to people you never thought you were capable of remembering. There are times when you cry. You cry for them. You cry because you are helpless. Because they are helpless. Because you can't do anything for them. Because you cannot ease their pain. Because you are unable to understand the miseries they might be going through. If only you could understand that bit, it could've been different. As much as you want to drive away the sadness from their lives, you just can't.

Why? Because they are not ready to let go off it. Because they are savoring the pain. Because they've found refuge in it. While you, you are dying inside by just seeing them hold on to it.

That is exactly when it breaks. It gets crushed. Just like its been treaded upon. Crushed to tiny bits. That is when it shatters, shatters into a million little pieces.

A battle with the nemesis of your own

A battle with the nemesis of your own

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Every man in this entire world has a nemesis of his own. Nemesis - that brings about the worst in him; Every human suffers at the hands of his very own nemesis. Nemesis, which leads to defeats after defeats. Nemesis, which drives him towards the dark side... Nemesis, which conspires against him. Every... single... solitary... time... to defeat and subdue his very own self.

I might as well be the target of my own nemesis, like a story trapped in a plot whole. Suffering the same fate that millions do - Fighting - a never ending battle with one's self... A battle in which its you who is the contender and the victim: Doesn't matter who wins, the because you lose; Whoever grabs the title of victory, the misery is inflicted upon you, the wounds are imparted on you by your own self.

What kind of battle is that?! How do you fight something of that sort? To hurt your own self yet not hurt yourself - is it not an irony of epic proportions?! What exactly goes wrong between the two souls - the good and the bad - dwelling inside you.... that leads to such a turmoil?

In this world of fuzzy logic, its hard to expect the good to conquer and the evil to meet defeat in absolute terms. The world operates in the shades of grey. But wait, wouldn't this suggest the nonexistence of your nemesis? But then, I wonder, the little grey regions are also a fusion of tiny miniature black and white dots: that would suggest there is not one but a million of your nemeses and a million of tiny yous inside one big YOU, no? But wait, the grey is achieved only when there is a perfect balance between the blacks and whites.... Does that not, completely, defy the principal of fuzzy logic? Does that not explain the world still operates with the ideal logic?

Whatever is the case, the idea of one enemy and one you AND the idea of a million tiny enemies and a million of tiny yous living inside your skin is still haunting:

Fighting a million tiny you-enemies to get an approximate flee from their sinister traps.

Or

Fighting one big, huge, strong enemy for once and for all. An enemy which is hard to defeat. An enemy whose strength is unthinkable, unimaginable. An enemy, from whom, if you lose, you lose for good. If you lose, there's a wounded ego and a wounded pride. Worst of all, a wounded self.

What thought would you take refuge in?

A million little enemies, a million little battles and an approximate result or one strong enemy, one big battle and one definitive result?

 I, for now, am utterly confused and unable to register my choice.

God bless Pakistan

God bless Pakistan

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Yahan Tazleel-e-insaani bohat hai

Tabhi chechron pe veeraani bohat hai

Darindon se koi kaisey bachay?

K inki shakal insaani bohat hai

Dear Almighty Allah SWT.

Please keep our nation in safe hands. You are the one who brought it into this world.We pray to You, and only You, to keep it safe. And surely,Allah SWT doesn't deny the prayers of a believer. - Amen.

11 to 4 lab work

11 to 4 lab work

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Yes, there are days when you dont feel like getting up from your cozy, comfy bed BUT, no wonder how hard you try, you just HAVE to! Today happens to be exactly that day.

*YAWN* So the good part o f t h e d a y was 11 to 4 work and, and, a n d, a n........ *snores*