Archive | June, 2012

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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