something i fell in love with

Recently, i.e. yesterday i came across this beautiful beautiful poem written about two years back by a very close friend of mine, a piece of writing that really humbled me, i dont know if that friend would like to be named but i wanted to share it with everyone, i fell in love with the poem the minute i read it...here it goes...

"Teray wisaal k aagay, mera wujood mila

Wo teray rubaru aakay, mera sukoot mila

Mila woh khwaab ka tukra jo kho gaya tha kahin

Wo sab tasawwur main jo ho chuka tha kabhi

Wo sab, sach ki tarah la-mahdood mila.

Meray adraak k pannay pallat sakkay bhi nahin

Patanahi dil ko yakeen mila k na mila...

Magar yeh sach hai! koi saraab nahin

Ehsaas tau hai, keh haan koi hai milla"

Alphabet Iftaari

Ramazan is here and I am here too, to touch upon this very serious issue. Very very serious.

It's the first roza and we have been invited to X and Y’s place for their son’s birthday party cum iftar(S and T their sons, U the daughter). So far so good. I get ready and drive the car with my mom and dad clutching the edge of their seats and shouting at me to drive carefully. That happens daily so nothing new. Anyways, by pure instinct I get the car to the place (since X and Y shifted there only recently)

After the salam duas the men all get busy in their stuff women in theirs. By stuff I mean the normal lanter banter. By that I mean gup shup. So far so good. People arrive, and here I’d like to introduce my new characters which are the protagonists and antagonist and agonizingogists of the event.

A and B, their sons C and D, and daughter E

F and G, their sons H and J, and daughter K

Now copy this key onto another empty page so it's easy to refer to.

Ummmmm, I guess I should get to the climax straight away.

5 min to iftaar:

H: mamu 5 min reh gaey hain aa jain

Dad: acha

4 min to iftaar:

ABCDEFGHJK: skibiniksidlksdokaodsfkalsdaskd;l

3 min to iftaar:

Me: (texting texting)

2 min to iftaar:

Silence

1 min to iftaar:

Silence

IFTAAR:

Suddenly time comes to a halt. All life stops dead in it's tracks. There is nothing left! Nothing right! Only food!!!!! Perfect demonstration of the theory of relativity…one person, two hands, limitless possibilities. A huge plate in one hand the other darting towards various dishes like a poisonous snake, snap snap, and the plate was full……….there’s still no stopping at that, pakoras keep falling like men in world war II, bang bang…aaloo walay…bang bang bangan walay…bang bang khali walay!!! Then dahi bhallas, fruit chat all into one plate as I looked at the scene in amazement…this cant be true…

B: C beta jaldi ao apki plate hogai, an D aur E ko bhi bulao

And she fills the plates, two more…the same way, same slick movements, murder she wrote. Yes that’s right for all the other people watching all the yummy food being passed down in inheritance, this was equal to murder!! My dad held an empty plate in his hand as he too admired the swiftness of the assassin…

G: ye kya baat hui B, mere bachay to reh gaye

B: bhabi han g han g, ao J idhar ao tumari b plate bnaoon…U aap b ao jaldi…

And then as A-Z looked as B filled plate after plate of Ramazan goodies while otherts watched.

Obviously A and F were pretty satisfied their children were being fed.

Time goes in slow motion, and the plate sequence is on loop. My dad still stands with an empty plate, and he being the eldest there I kind of feet for him. All the other people, oh who am I kidding, most of the plunderers are only momentary onlookers….anyways all the astonished people are still watching dumbfounded when finally normality is restored.

G: beta J idhar ao plate le k khali hogai hai

Somewhere in the room

Anonymous: Hassaan apne kuch lia nai abi tak

Forca Barca

Incase someone decides to visit my blog and think they’ve come to the wrong place well not really. Just a template change, I wanted to stick with the plain black one but then I came across this. Since the new season has just begun and we’ve already won a trophy, this is to celebrate that.

Forca Barca.

the fall

The blade cuts deep into you and you stop feeling the pain that you are meant to feel. Blood paints yours clothes red, the red deepening into a black slowly but constantly. It trickles down the fibers of your clothes leaving a few droplets everywhere as a sign of a long gone calamity. The cut deepens and so does the color of the blood, your smile stays the same, there isn’t even a flinch from you. The expressions don’t change. You don’t bite your lip or clench your fist. Maybe you do feel the dampness of the blood soaked clothes but you choose to ignore. Your gaze fixed in mid air. For a moment, I think you are going to scream but your smile deepens into a more satisfied curve. Everything around you is soaked in the aroma of fresh flowing blood. But you don’t even smell that. The cut which is deep enough to carve out a valley of flesh continues to grow, the blade continues to work as the flow of blood increases to an incessant stream. I want to stop the blade, but the resolution on your face binds me within my own self.
Suddenly the stream of blood turns to a proper fountain. Then two. Everything around you including your face your hair is painted in deep red, time comes to a halt, the lively fountains shoot your blood everywhere, I am not spared. I know it's too late. Your blood red face still carries the smile, the blade takes this as a cue to drive deeper. The fountain is dwindling, it's throw decreasing to a stream again, then a trickle, like everything is going in reverse motion. Suddenly the blade stops moving there’s no more to cut.
You finally look down, not without an effort. Your wrist hangs only by a tendon, drying up. There’s no more blood left to flow. You always trusted the blade to stop? The smile vanishes, I cant make out your expression. In what seems like a moment, you fall on your side.
You fall into your own pool of blood.
There’s something in your eyes, but it cant be a tear.

Whats the best way to drown your thoughts out?

I sat on my pc waiting for it to wake up from it's sleep. It's surprising I have so much on my mind these days I hardly get time to get proper thinking done! It's crazy. Like thought clashing a thought. Often I try to compartmentalize my mind for the purpose of giving my mind a break but I always fail to do that, probably because some thoughts refuse to go away or even give others a bit of space. I don’t complain, because I love them, but just to give it another try, I am trying to do it with the combination of music and blogging. Dunno if it's working
I always thought what it felt like to be high on happiness, not the crazy happiness that makes you scream, but ummmmm the crazy happiness that gets you imagining lovey dovey songs all the time with you in them, you hum half of the time tunes you never liked, smile at every freaking thing and then suddenly, like after being high for a very long time you suddenly go down, rock bottom. Pretty bad feeling and nothing happens really to bring the feeling about. And right then everything goes down with it, and all you can do is try to drown out your own thoughts the worst form of evasive action a human could take, but sometimes you really really have to, just to simplify your life. I was just wondering what’s the best way to avoid that pit after being high for such a long time. I guess there probably isn’t a way. I hope this post isn’t too non sensical, I just feel really good about my blog so I m posting it.