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wednesday blog word: complete

It was a typical Karachi evening. After the hot glaring sun, the tired city was attempting to rejuvenate itself with a rare breeze, now that the day was complete.

The sun was setting at Sea View, and already, the nighlty crawlers were emerging. A gross sight, over weight women and men… men with their portly looks and overgrown moustaches scratching their groins publicly without any apology; women dressed shabbily, slouching behind their men, with at least three children in tow; with the sound of the azaan, they covered their hair, if it wasn’t covered already, and urged their children to hush. The ragged children, with smeared faces, dirty hair, chewing on something… ignored them, and kept walking on the dirty sand, not knowing the pleasures of the French Beach that lay just less than a half an hour drive away.

On French beach, a crowd was beginning to emerge. With blaring music, foreign beer; or murree brewery vodka bought from a tucked away lane in zamzama. The music began, ignoring the sound of the azaan that was blaring despite everything. The inhibitions lessened, the dancing began. It was Saturday night, after all… time to forget the long week of working, stress, and other social callings. It was time for a line… cocaine was back, after all.


Back on sea view, a different line emerged. The crowds of lumpen proletarians gathered, they were all the same – dirty, slimy – mailas – wondering if they could afford pizza this time – peeeza – they yelped, I want peeza, on TV everyone eats pizza yelled the children. Stand in line yelled the man from the pizza hut van.

The pan stains drew blood on the dirty sand, while they waited in line… the bhutta burnt; the malish walas jiggled their wares, the man with the monkey called Shah Rukh beat the monkey forcing it to dance, and the camel and donkey men tried to get customers.

There were no monkey walas on French beach, oh no. Yes, a donkey or camel man was there now and then, after all the rich kids also liked these humble past times, but here they got paid a lot more.

But the children were long gone and as the cold November air pricked them, they bid audieu to the French beach, without knowing what audieu meant, of course.

Thus the day ended, complete. Until another one began the next day. The same day, the same night. Until tomorrow. Until today.

Wednesday Blog Word: Lal

Lal meri paath rakhiyo balaal jhoole lal aa,
Sindhri dah,
Sehwan dah,
Sakhishaa Shahbaaz Qalandar, Shahbaaz Qalandar,
Haq sakhishaa Shahbaaz Qalandar,
Dama Dum Musst Qalandar, Duma dum musst Qalandar,
Ali dum dum de andaar, Ali dum dum de andaar…

So bored am i.... blogthings.com rocks

You Are a Dragon

You are very charismatic and incredibly popular. People are drawn to your energy, but you are a very difficult person to get to know. You are very active - you are usually hard at work or play. You enjoy drama, and you enjoy anything unusual or eccentric.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

Control

You Are 80% Control Freak

You are a pretty major control freak, though you may not know it. While your confidence is inspiring, your bossy ways tend to scare people off.

Are You A Control Freak?

Rainy Friday Night

Wednesday Blog Word: Decisions

Should I have McDonald’s for lunch today?
After all, I vowed to myself, three weeks ago, (unsuccessfully) that I would refrain and stick to “healthy” food.
But after running around the office for three hours straight I think I deserve it.
Should stick to a regular meal?
I can also make sure I swim an extra 10 laps to cover for the super sized meal.
Should I have a quarter pounder meal?
Or a McRoyale?
Decisions, decisions.

Wednesday Blog Word: Inspire

Will this be enough to inspire me?

Remnants of rain...

view from the jailhouse i call my workplace...

After the storm.

I think I was one of the few lucky people I know who wasn't subjected to the madness of the storm last night. I got home just as the rain worsened, and knowing that I was just two minutes away from home, I decided to drive around like a mad man, for the next half hour, feeling the rain without letting it touch me for even a second, listening to Breathe Me… called a friend, who had the urge to wear a red sari and dance-I advised her, that no, red is not the colour to wear, it’s white-for a Chaandi moment… after which she told me to strip and dance in a pair of white shorts, which I somehow managed to refrain from doing… (somehow)

Getting home, settling down with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, a cheese omelette and Grey’s Anatomy made me realise how easy it is for all of us to ensure our safety, and shut ourselves off from the rest of the world.

Still trying to decide if it’s a good thing or not. Feels like a good thing. Is it?

Wednesday Blog Word: Free

"Give me freedom or give me death."

Although i am sure freedom in Rand's view didn't mean a Musharrafed Pakistan, and morons riding motorbikes with the damned flag... but oh well... misplaced patriotism has its rewards too, I am sure...

Wednesday Blog Word: Space

"I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body."

Dominique Francon, in Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead

Wednesday blog word: Rain

Sitting in Lahore for the past week, i missed the rain...

But you can not mention rain without mentioning all those Bollywood divas dancing in the rain.

My ultimate rain song is "Jaane do na..." from Saagar, which was picturised on Dimple and Rishi... but second best would have to be Zeenat in Satyam, Shivam, Sundaram...

Wednesday Blog Word: Believe

I’d like to believe in lot of things.

Some are petty – like believing that I will soon be rich and famous.

Some are pseudo-philosophical – like believing that we are on this earth to fulfil a purpose, and after our body dies, our souls transmigrate into another –

And yet, what I can not believe is that life is a given circumstance.

I do believe that there is always the option of death.

Wednesday Blog Word: More - Aur

Aur bhi dukh hain zamane mei mohobat ke siva
Rahatain aur bhi hain vasl ki rahat ke siva
There are more sorrows in this world other than love,
And joys other than those of an embrace...

Wednesday Blog Word: Wish

Now I wish it would rain down

Down on me

Oh yes I wish it would rain

Rain down, down on me now

Oh girl I wish it would rain down

Down on me

Oh yes I wish it would rain down on me now

Wednesday Blog Word: Enough

I have had enough of stupid kids coming in my way when I am swimming laps.

I have had enough of giving them sarcastic looks-makes me feel like a crabby old man.

I have had enough of the shitty traffic this city offers.

I have had enough of letting things and people get to me and sucking my energy.

But despite it all, one thing I can not get enough of is myself.

Wednesday Blog Word: Choices

They say that the choices that we make, shape our personality and, consequently, our destiny. I say, the choices that we can not make, or those that affect us and yet are not ours to make, shape our destiny.

Tuesday Tumbles

It's only 9:30 am. The weekend daubechary still linger and hammers in my head. Seven hours to go. And can not have McDonald's again, since had it yesterday - plus a complimentary fries I screamed blue murder for. SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS SEVEN HOURS

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Frozen Fire?

There is a silence within me for once. For once, the voices have stopped. Stopped clamouring loudly enough to be heard – for at least some time. Time has gone by… the season has changed. Changed to a horrifying level of angry fire. Fire that is alive within me… within my heart.

My heart tells me to go off and wander, once again. The problem is, I never stopped wandering… never stopped at one place to savour its flavours. There was a hunger, a lust, a greed to wander further and further away from the one thing I was scared of, but the fiery fear froze me.

And so I wander, looking at the springs, the deserts, and I don’t accept them and nor they me.

I wander around but I am not lost. After all, for a wanderer, there is no home, no anchor and perhaps no stagnancy.

There is only fear – and promise what a new day will bring.