Because your every word is something that inspires a physical reality.

12 Aug

Because your every word is something that inspires a physical reality.       

Because your every word is something that inspires a physical reality,

That reality morphs itself again and again, till I tire of its numerous forms.

You present me one side, and then refuse another,

The minute I turn to check on the coin, it appears to be a feather.

That feather flies away, twisting its fragile existence in the bipolar winds,

The winds mess with my hair till everything seems a mess.

Incomprehensive, is that a word, my love?

That defines you.

Touch her

13 Jul

ImageTouch her, for she has never been touched.

Soothe her, for she knows not comfort.

Heal her, because her wound still bleeds.

Entrap her, cause she runs from freedom.

Sing with me in the storm: Poetry session

15 Jun

 

 

 

 

 

Promises weren’t made, they were created at the coffee table,

Hopes don’t rise, they are given birth.

 

I go back home after dance class and lie in bed,

In my dreams I twirl cause nothing needs to be said.

 

I wake up two months later and contacts have been deleted,

Emotions that once existed have depleted.

 

 

14 Jun

A rant about a darn institution! Please read up 😀

Rants from Karachi

Educational involvement becomes rather serious and impactful when one decides to enroll into a University for ‘undergraduate studies’. Investing four years in order to attain a complete specialization in one field is a good chunk of your youth. However these years are compensated if the students receive a good education and environment, unfortunately a few students at University of Karachi regret these four years rather than cherish them. However the majority of students graduate from this institution with uplifting experiences and are quite oblivious to the corrupt roots that tangle many students and their educational flair. Hold on tight readers, and don’t hesitate from letting me know what you think!

I chose to write about this because I believe that there are many students out there who are being silenced into authoritative submission which eventually leads to a rot of talent and knowledge. Teachers are meant to be a source of hope…

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12 Jun

Read up on my post about lack of street lights in Karachi, Pakistan! 🙂

Rants from Karachi

STREET LIGHTS IN KARACHI AREAS: PAKISTAN, WHERE IS THE LIGHT?

“Arey chor chaar ke apney Saleem ki gali, Anarkali bulb laganey chali!”

Did I just include a Bollywood item song in my post? Yes, I did!

I’m not exactly sure where Anarkali resides within the numerous neighbourhoods that are oozing out in the perimeters of Karachi, but I’m sure she’s frustrated by the ‘street light’s or rather “lack of street lights” in the city. Two consecutive nights I drove in the surrounding areas of Gulistan-e-Johar and I found it rather distracting that I literally had to peek at the windscreen to make sure that someone’s not crossing the death-awakening corners of narrow streets.

It doesn’t help when you’re one of those drivers that multi-task, that is “drive and cuss”. Since I’m one of those people who drives rarely and swears enough to compensate for the 360 days that I…

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2 May

South Asia, where is it going?! Follow this blog and leave your ideas 🙂

Rants from Karachi

FOR SOME GOD FORSAKEN REASON, I WAS REMINDED OF MY FINAL YEAR THESIS, WHICH USELESSLY LIES IN MY CUPBOARD TILL TODAY. I HAVE PASTED A FEW EXCERPTS FROM IT TO GIVE YOU A ‘ROUGH’ IDEA OF WHAT IT WAS ABOUT. ITS KEY PLAYERS INCLUDED SAARC AND EU, BOTH ARE SIGNIFICANT REGIONAL INSTITUTIONS IN TODAY’S WORLD. HOWEVER EU SEEMS TO HAVE A STRONGER GROUND AND STANCE THAN SAARC, WHICH IS WHY I CHOSE EU AS AN EXEMPLARY MODEL FOR THE DEVELOPING SOUTH ASIAN SOCIETY WITH RELEVANCE TO ENVIRONMENTAL ISSUES.

*SAARC- South Asian Association for Regional Cooperation

*EU- European Union

“The historical development of a myriad of events and efforts shaped the progressive yet gradual significance of ‘Environment’ as a thriving hot topic in the International scenario. Primary efforts can be traced back to the nineteenth century whereby international commissions for the Rhine and Danube Rivers were established, moreover the International Joint Commission between…

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1 May

Here’s a new post from “Rants from Karachi”!

Rants from Karachi

 

Normally, I blog about specific things which have a direct relevance to the perimeters I live within, but this time it’s different!

Why?

Because it’s worth it.

Tonight I was going through the numerous tweets on my laptop screen, and I came across a short link which I clicked on and read up on a purely genius idea which emanated beautiful creativity! This is the link: http://www.arthousecoop.com/projects/sketchbookproject

It’s titled “The Sketchbook Project 2013” and people who participate will get their sketchbooks placed in the Brooklyn Art Library. In order to be a part of this exciting venture, all you need to do is pay up a bit and get your very own sketchbook all the way to your address, which you can fill with photos, cut outs, poems, pictures, stories or travel experiences.

The dynamics are diverse for each sketchbook, you can choose whichever category you like the…

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23 Apr

Read this piece on on Pakistani parents!

Rants from Karachi

There are several boys and girls; men and women out there who simply don’t have the courage to speak up to their parents. Mummy and Daddy hold such a traditionally inevitable and crippling power over their children that it eventually ‘tames’ them to enslaving submission. *Chuckles*, I make it sound like some sort of child labour camp, but it’s all because I strongly believe that this topic should be brought into limelight before we end up driving these kids crazy or turn them into automated robots.

Are you the offspring of a desi? Well then, you’re in for it, get ready for perpetual taunts which pop up from time to time. In case you’re wondering that you’ll be able to get away from it during your undergraduate studies or after you get married off to the love of your life? I applaud at your wishful thinking, sadly this…

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Women and Asexuality in Pakistan!

16 Apr

Several women all across the globe have experienced the peaceful trance of asexuality, some of us take homosexual turns before reaching that point whilst others embrace the lack of heterosexual interference in their lives for a good span of time. All the physical energy and mental effort required in pleasing a man gets overwhelming even in the ‘holding hands’ relationships, where there is no chance of a sexual encounter until the knot is tied. This form of asexuality merely carries the characteristics of an amoeba, but rather it’s a sense of being one is enlightened towards after a bumpy romantic speed break.

There comes a time when you’re so tired of men that you just let go, in the process you discover yourself in ways you had never imagined before and learn to trust the world again. Whether it’s a failing relationship, a recent break up or divorce, all women owe themselves due respect and self-centered love where they stand as the epicentre whilst situations, people and emotions revolve around them for a short period of time.

Men will be men, whether it’s any corner of the world.

Generalization? Yes.

Similarly men in this part of the world are exactly the same which should push women to be even more determined to enjoy their ‘phases pf asexuality’. Many of us carry the weight of broken promises, lies, slander and cheating in our backpack of memories, after such heartache we grow distant, indifferent and wait for it…asexual! There is no shame in it, as far as I have known it’s a temporary state of mind which manages to diminish the urge of sexual attraction or togetherness with a man.

To all those romantics out there who might be sighing at my hopeless and rather pessimistic sense of writing: Reminder: every woman was once a romantic until a man named ‘reality’ knocked really hard on the door. Once that door breaks down, some women gather the courage to put it back in its hinges, others like throwing the fucking door out for good. When there’s no metaphorical door to enter through, you’re left standing at its hinges and staring down the hallway to make sure that ‘reality’ never strikes again. Just make sure you don’t stand there too long cause it might scare off any potentially genuine people from coming in and helping you out of the emotional havoc.

As long as we choose to be asexual until emotional and mental recovery, it’s healthy and a form of catharsis, but holding onto the intentional notion of being alone to protect ourselves from any future ‘heartache’ is unwise. Life doesn’t alway pave a cemented and flawless path to contentment, sometimes we need to jump over rocks, walk over gravel and float through quick sand. The literal point being that sometimes we experience pain and misery in life, but those moments don’t define the rest of our lives, something better is always out there. Until then, enjoy the perks of asexuality! 😉

Ladies, it’s time to lather up in the foams of desire for the worldly things, friends and NOT men. Clad up in your fancy dresses without the purpose of impressing ‘him’, and excite everyone but yourself. Don’t hesitate in rolling your eyes to the sickening advertisements of bridal showers and pathetic swooning of newly wed couples. Invite that beautiful tub of ice cream into your room at late nights of the hour for unholy bondage, slurp sweet chunks of ice till you feel you might pass out to the incredibly action packed movie on television. Embrace your asexual self, but don’t let it rub off on others, let it be a unique trait.

Memories, as I recall!

15 Apr

 

 

Memories, all of us are burdened with their existence in our lives. At times it’s a soothing and pleasurable package, but on occasions certain memories leave us scarred and hurt.

Just a few days back I was cleaning my closet, which threw me into a whirlwind of past memories, some were ancient whilst others were brewing in a contemporary sense. When I found old clothes from when I was a kid, I literally fell like I was re-living my childhood in a blink of the eye. My failed friendships, school bullies and outlook on life at that time whizzed before me in the form of distorted schemas.

Have you ever gone through your old stuff and felt like you’ve been sucked into a time-machine where you’re transported from one place to another? It’s an overwhelming sensation cause it strikes you from one reality into another. Memories are like treasured video clips that we can play again repetitively, sometimes they leave us with a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction. Even though many memories may leave us with a sense of reminiscing joy, others can haunt us for the rest of our lives.

 

Do any of you carry painful memories that pester your well-being within a matter of seconds? Those sort of painfully registered moments can cause us distress and leave us with the bitter truth that we have an inevitable past that delivers a sense of regret, shame, guilt or grief.

Like several others out there, I also have memories that instill a negative vibe for a short period of time, but luckily God has also blessed me with memories to remind me of the liveliness and vibrant energy of the present day.

So let’s all go ahead and make beautiful memories for days to come! 🙂

Here’s a song called “Memories”, enjoy!!  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHtU4VnTiTc

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