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Monday, February 27, 2012

How to end a chapter?

Reading a book is easy because the chapters end themselves. Life is a little more complicated. You cannot simply end a chapter, for in order to do that you must know where the chapter begins and then where the chapter should end. But more importantly, you must know how to begin the new chapter. I have been, for the past few days, thinking of ending a chapter in my life. I wish it were that simply. Usually, I simply end a chapter it is pretty easy. Moving on with it, starting a new chapter. However, this chapter that I am trying to end now, it has been going on for quite a while. Because of the length of this chapter, I had to cut short some other chapters; ones that I would have liked to continue for a bit longer. At whatever the cost this chapter I must end. Simply because, it has become too much about me there is too much of me in  it and not enough of the characters.

I write to gain a better perspective of my thoughts, but they are not coherent, clear or even understandable for that matter. I do not know how, all I know is that I must end this chapter.

This does not mean the end of the story though, as I heard someone say to someone else "kahani abi baqi hai mere dost" ... :)

You know what, I do know something I will definitely put in the last chapter. This line...
 "It's reassuring. To know there will be a day when I will be mine. And you will be fine."

Friday, February 24, 2012

All the colors of the Rainbow, and Black & White also

You See...

I can see these numbers,
As you write them sly...
I can see these numbers,
Without any aid you see...

The world to me is not black and white,
There are different colors you see...
Red and Blue and Violet and Pink,
Are not the only colors you see...

The lines you made in the grainy sand,
Will not wash away you see...
The auburn sky and the golden sky,
These are all that matter you see.

Monday, February 20, 2012

The Book Thief IV

The book is amazing, it is simply too good to end... yes, it is too good to end. I do not want it to end, but it will end, I can see it ending as the pages turn and the sentences move on. And it must end, death must move on, that is the beauty of it all. I did something that I would not have done, I did not finish the book, I left it in the middle for another time. I do not move on with books, I finish them, read the last word even if I skim through them. But this one was different, I left it, there, in the middle, for another time. A time when I think I will be able to better appreciate it, take in its words, see through the eyes of death as it tells this tale. That is why I left it where it is, I am losing sigh of death's words, something I cannot bear to do with this book. I will come back to it, later, at a better time, when I am more with my self...

Peponi - The paino guys

Mylo Xyloto disappointed me, honestly it did... only princess of china was any good.... then a friend suggested this version and honestly it is better...



Haiku XV

We lead miserable lives,
We live our lies,
And time flies by.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Dedicated to you

Not you, no not you, neither you... nae yaar tm bhe nae... no, this is not dedicated to that someone special. This is dedicated to that friend of mine who I know will not read this cause he is and will be busy auditing some company, thank you bro that little gesture made my day XD

PS: I will upload the vid ASAP I find it... for now its just like a distant sound...
PPS: I was partially depressed-ish and distraught, and dismayed... so, yea...

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Award

I got another award... well not me, the blog technically. This is the second award I gots XD  ...
Once again thankyou Izdiher
I'll make a showcase once I get enough... 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Problem

See there is a dinner that I absolutely have to attend because the office is sponsoring it. Then again, I have to think really hard about going there since it is in clifton, I do not want to take my bike there because of the high risk factor involved. If I get a flat, I have to drag my bike for a few miles before I find a place to have it repaired. Also there are police who are biased against bikers (and they are rightly so), so yea, with all these issues I do not want to take my bike. But I simple absolutely have to go. I will go, I will find a way....

On an different but related note, I have not picked up the book thief since the day I joined the office. I really really need to set a routine so that I can study too in that time slot... Also, need to buy books and stuff for the course...

On a completely different note, I have not been able to come up with a poem in quite a while. That is a bad thing...

Monday, February 13, 2012

Office

Its tiring but fun. It is a world on its own, isolated separated different

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Lost

Lost. This word defines my predicament... it is not that I am lost, I am actually out of time for being lost and all that stuff. I lost my CNIC or the National Identity Card :'(((( ...


PS: Seriously, while all that philosophical stuff about finding your true self and all that is there... and it is a thing, I am not denying it... You actually run out of time for these things once you enter the professional life, especially one in finance.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Le Job

I started as a Management Trainee Officer today at an insurance company today. It was all good except for the fact that I am completely drained. I thought I would read up on the course, read some more of the book thief, meet a friend or two before the reading... nothing, I just do not have the physical strength to do it. But today was the first day, I'll get used to it with time... After all, it has been quite a while since I did some serious work.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Off a Pier

Do you really think,
You can make a link,
Through the words that I write,
Underneath the dark light,

I sit on the brink,
Ready with my ink,
To write down whatever,
Just flows after the anger,

I am tired of thinking
About you all the time,
Wasting my rhyme,
On such a thing is a crime,

Now I gotta move on,
Away from your con,
Imma gonna go without a tear,
And hope the waves wash this off a pier...

Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Solace of the Night

It has been a long long time since I enjoyed the quite of the night. The last I enjoyed it, it was almost half a decade ago. The quite of the night is not really quite, it is a sound rather a music that emanates from the heart of the city itself. I can hear the wall clock ticking away, cars and motor cycles in the distance, a few horns blaring, the sirens of the police car, then those of an ambulance, shots have been fired far away... then there are the dogs barking, a baby crying, a the sound of someone playing music. For someone new to the city it would appear that this is different city at night, but to me these sounds do not show a new city. These sounds are beating a harmonized beat, creating a beautiful melancholic music that is amusing all while it plays. In the day these sounds mesh together, not in chaos, but in a systematic way to produce unbearable noise. So, for the time being I will enjoy the quite solace of the night till sleep comes or the sun rises.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

I quit again, not permanently... apparently

I quit freelance writing again, sort of... I resigned on the 31st of January 2012. But for some reason it appears that I have not quit, my boss says he'll send me work and expects it on time... how do I say it definitely and definitely that I do not want to do it anymore, how??? anyone

Friday, February 3, 2012

Nothing

There is nothing on my mind right now. Nothing at all, I think I will read the world's most boring blog...