HAPPY NEW YEAR

So 2011 is coming to a close. What an eventful year it has been. A  generally better one for me. First of all I thank God that I went through this year too, alive and healthy. There were ups and downs no doubt, but I totally changed myself into a different human being. I looked at the bright sides in every bad moment so for me 2011 was generally an UP year.

                                                                To infinity and beyond

I don't really know how to express what I discovered this year but here are a few....

I found a new passion. And I was good at it. I finally found out that  I wasn't a worthless, good for nothing person, which I considered myself to be but infact a person who could make BIG THINGS HAPPEN. My passion led to the formation of a dream which I have begun to strive for. And I'm doing very well. Thankyou!

To all those people who tend to be negative and depressed, and call themselves as people TARGETED BY MISERY, I'd like to say to 'em "SHUT UP AND STAND". Gosh! I have seen many bad things in life but the day I swore never to feel sad and hopeless, life has been a joyride for me! We just have to buck up and live every moment to enjoy life. Just look for the good things and beauty in everything. And if you're too depressed to do that then always expect something good to turn out in the end. I can not stress the importance of such an attitude. I promise you that life would get a hundred times better.

I conquered my fears. A mullah told me that a man has six angels guarding him. Two on each shoulder, two on either side and two before and behind you. What is to fear when God is safeguarding you himself?

I found out that religion is the best way to find peace. I got really close to God. And I must say that never turn your back on God. One can not imagine how helpful and beneficent the Almighty is. Pray to him when you need help.

I have a hundred more things to say but I  don't want to bore off my readers at this point (I know they'd be saying "just FINISH IT ALREADY" )

SO ALL IN ALL! 2011 was a good year. ON TO THE NEXT!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!! I love you all!!!

Another Brick In The Wall, Pt.1

The main character of this story is based on me. Like Jeremy, I lost my father a day before I turned 10 years old. So in other words, I hardly ever had a father.
Some part of this story contains lyrics from Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 1" song (and the title has been obtained from this song too), part of this is from the perspective of an unseen force while the rest is taken from Jeremy's perspective.

"Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory"

"One day shy of turning 10 years old
But too bad his father decided to die a day before"

Happy Birthday Jeremy, you are now the man of the house. A fucked up man of the house.

There were people everywhere. Some of them were crying, some with sad gloomy faces, some were staring at me. I wanted all of them to go away! Why was everyone crying and howling? I knew something was wrong but I thought another one of my great aunts died so I didn't really care about it.
And it was my birthday in a few hours. Everyone should be smiling and wishing me happy birthday's, not crying.
I stood by the wall and stared, confused at everyone around me. Thinking about my birthday presents.
My uncle came, sad faced as everyone, and guided me to another room.
"Sit", he ordered, pointing to the bed. I obeyed.
He dragged a stool and placed it opposite to me. He sat down.
He sighed. He held his face in his hands. Then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face with it.
"I have to tell you something Jeremy", he said. I could see his eyes were red and watery.
"What?"
"Your father died....", he finished the sentence with loud sobs. He cried and howled like a hurt animal.
I stared at  him. Blank. Blank. I felt as if I was slipping into nothingness.
"What...what...?", I mumbled and I can't recall how many times I asked him that.
"His car crashed against a bus", whimpered my uncle.
And he got up, and went out of the room, sobbing along the way.

Oh look Jeremy you're without a father now. Why don't you go and look at his photos? You'll never see him alive again anyways...

"Snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd'ja leave behind for me?!?"

I looked at his photos. The jolly, always smiling, happy face which I will never get to see again. I wanted to remember his face. Sear the image in my mind forever so that I could take it out and look at it whenever I felt fatherless.
Why did he have to die a day before my Birthday?

A week later I found out, my father went out to get me presents which he was to present me with as soon as the clock struck 12.
The gifts were crushed along with him...

11:59:50 pm

And the seconds were counting down

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....

12:00:00 am

beep beep! beep beep!
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEREMY...!!!!!!!!

"All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall."

To be continued..... in Another Brick In The Wall, Pt. 2

Hope

 We always think there is no solution to our troubles yet we forget the best solution to it....!
Inspired by: Echoes (part II) by Pink Floyd

Look up again. There is light at the end of the tunnel. You are not stranded in the dark with no sense of direction. Just follow the light and listen, not to the silence, but the eager pattering of your feet as it moves along the road of hope.
Hope...Hope...Hope...
A word stronger than Love. A word which will egg you on. Push you. Motivate you. Make you take a step... and another... and another until you've crossed the Exit Door of life and breezed past all the miseries of life.
Hope is like the mother which gives comfort when you're afraid. Hope is like a faithful dog which is always on your tail. Hope is like the light of the Sun which lights up the dark spaces. Hope is like a bridge over a river. Follow it. Love it. Worship it.
Hope slays Fear and strengthens Love.

Will you follow the Road now?
I Hope.....! :)

  
                                                            I really love this song!!!!

Tea For One

Inspired by: Scarlet by Khadeeja Farooqui, The song Black by Pearl Jam

Not very original. I can call it one of the best thing I can write. I know it strongly resembles Scarlet. Loses to it no doubt.

I make tea and go outside with the tray. As I pass the threshold I'm chilled to the bones. It's extremely cold outside. It's dawn and all I hear is the crying of different birds that have just woken up from a few hours of sleep. They are just warming up for their morning breakfast. I sit on one of the two chairs and place the tray on the ground. I pick up a cup and take a sip. It's bitter. But it doesn't matter. My life has become bitter since you've left me. I look at the tray again. There is another cup full to the brim with tea. I smile and look up. I'll never change, I think. It's been a year since you've gone and I'm still making tea for two. For us. Is it a tradition now? I don't know. Or is it because I miss you? I can't answer that one too. But the real reason might probably be because I don't want to believe that you've gone. Left me alone. Moved on. But I was still living in the past. Where it was not only me but us. I smiled slightly when I thought of our daily morning tea. You used to sit in the chair opposite to me. Laughing at my lame jokes. Hanging on to my every word. Or just closing your eyes and listening deeply to the different sounds of the birds. How I used to look at your face so attentively while you were preoccupied. How I counted those long beautiful eyelashes. How I loved your beautiful face for it. 

I blink, I was actually looking at the empty chair opposite to me. Instead of your face, I just see the back of the chair. I blink back tears. Remembering you is beautiful but also painful. I take another sip, a rather long sip which burns my tongue and brings tears to my eyes. But I don't wipe them away. Instead, I start crying loudly. Like a child. I cry to find comfort. You hated to see me sad. I think my tears will bring you back. But all I taste is my salty tears as they wash my cheeks and slowly fall drop by drop into your cup.

Teenage

 I'm now almost about to reach the twenties. Yet teenage life was a bad as well as a good experience. I lost many things but I gained many things too. I made many mistakes but I also found out what mistakes NOT to make. Teenage life taught me many things. And this post shows everything I went through in teenage life. Infact, this happens to every teenager out there. 

                                         Inspired by this song, I can now play it on my guitar too :)

You are lost in the world. With nowhere to go. You're confused. Nobody on this earth understands you as they keep burdening you with high expectations, slowly burying you with their demands and never once asking what you want for yourself. You begin to feel paranoid. And how can I forget love? The emotion which is purest and most raw when you are still stranded between childhood innocence and the liberty of adulthood which is due to arrive. Love. An obstacle in which you always fail. But it trains you well enough to face the daunting and even more dangerous obstacles of maturity. You are stranded in the middle of nowhere. Where your heart is still filled with child-like silliness but you are already entering the troubles of the next phase. You, being not accustomed to these heavy burdens, are already crushed. You have no one to turn to. No one to pour your heart out to. You want it all to go away. You once wished to grow up as a child but now you lust for childhood. You wish to go back to the state of knowing nothing and letting the big ones sort out all the trouble....

I had no idea on how to end this post so I just stopped writing altogether.

The Door

 In the memory of Rafay Tariq (1994-2011). A friend who I will never forget.

                                                               Rafay Tariq (1994-2011)

It's strange how you were here yesterday

And now you're not here anymore

Did you go away so quick, so far away?

And didn't you think what I would do without you?

That was when I cried, cried for those times

When we were together, all those smiles

How can I forgot those moments, I collected them all

They're still in my head

And when I saw you in a dream

You were dressed in a robe of white

And guided by two angels

Yet you outshined them both and so did your smile

You came to me and spoke

Why do you cry for me when I'm already inside you?

If you look inside your heart you'll see a child

Smiling at you all the time,

Guiding you no matter where you are

We are seperated only by a door

The Exit Door

I have passed and so will you one day

And when you come, we'll have those jolly times again

HUNGER

This post portrays our society. Their undesirable hunger for power and the steps they take to earn it.

                                                   This post is inspired by the lyrics of this song

Who do you try to deceive....?
With those fake smiles and elated natures. With warm handshakes and a convival pat on the back, With the obedience of a dog; running at their beck and call. Devoted to the objectives they give you. Referring to them as "sirs", inviting them to banquets; providing them exquisite wines.
Don't they know who you are....?
Your smiles as masks on grim faces. Your minds are callous; they conspire. You aim for ranks not friendship. Your thinking is vile and repulsive. Plotting on bringing about their decline. Your avidity directs  your mind. The meal you serve is sprinkled with unenlighted toxin; the wine mixed with unknown venom.
You sell your souls to the devil to satisfy your HUNGER!

WAR

This post portrays the image of the world after a massive war.

When the sun's departure smears the blue sky with red.When the emanation of smoke and gunpowder overcomes what was once the fragrance of nature at its full bloom. When the roar of bombs echo, silencing the lilting tunes of the songbirds. When the green meadows, where the rover once rested, corrode by the inferno's hand. When the proud, erect trees are made to stoop; their heads once high now bowing in mercy. When the fields, where once children played, are opened by craters. When the new paints of white on the villas are stripped of color, superseded by rotting paleness. When the ancient edifices are battered. When the active streets, once abundant with population, are desolated. When ecstacy is killed by foreboding. When love is lost and animosity arouses. When the world, a child one knew, is now merely a round deceased carcass.
'Tis WAR to blame.
Comments please...!

FEAR

When it feels like an intolerable cold pierces every pore of your body. You shiver. When you hear the pounding of your heart. Booming inside. Noisy enough to wake up the mighty Vesuvius. A second when your breathing stops and you feel like you can still stay alive for all of eternity without inhaling precious life. When you lose the feeling in your legs but are supported by them simply because they have been accustomed to balancing you. When a grey curtain covers your eyes. When the Earth begins to spin faster or its simply all in your head. When you are too afraid to believe what you really see and deep down inside, you fight the truth that it is all just a lie and not real. As it slowly creeps up to your heart and leaves you pale and dead.
It is called FEAR.