SiD’s Sphere!!

i have nothing to write.

just when u think things cant get much worse, they do.

i hate the fact that i will have to see everyone around me so distraught for the next few weeks or maybe more, and there’s nothing i can do. i tried talkin to Munib. his grief was contagious. and now I feel like shit. its only ppl when decide to go away that u realise how important they r to u. because, i was never close to Omar, i’m just happy he’s got this wonderful opportunity but..

i guess even the elections om tuesday will not have the same meaning to everyone.

goodbye Omar. i hope you can make the most of it.

this is getting freakier by the day.

If you already bought into your dream, then you might need to go through disillusionment. Perhaps you placed someone on a pedestal and now you realize that perfection is unattainable. Keep in mind that you too may be portraying an impossible illusion to others. No matter how it plays out, the intellect can be the hero if you allow your rational mind to do its own thing.

congratualtions every1!!

i was actually hoping shoaib malik’s wicket would fall so afridi could come in and save the day.

afridi did come in but was sent back on the first ball he faced. so much for that…and here i was finally glad that there was still sthg abt Pakistan that I can be happy abt. the match seems to have gone to the dogs but I’m still hoping against hope that time would prove me wrong.

bazeecha e atfal hai dunya hai mere aage
hota hai shab o roz tamasha mere aage

another one of these dramas is on the political front. ever since ramadan began, i couldnt find the time to keep track of the news and when i finally did get the time to tune into geo yesterday i was in for a treat. the ‘great presidential debate’ was in full swing and sher afghan niazi was playing the royal jester. the funniest part was when the host asked him if the ruling of the election commission that said that section 63 didn’t hold for the current presidential election was valid, sher afgahn came to the podium and spelled out in clear words ‘any decision ultra varies the constitution in void’ and later continued arguing why the EC’s ruling would still hold. a former justice representing the opposing panel won laurels at his statement that if section 63 didn’t hold ‘pakistan ka president koi charya bhi ho sakta hai, koi convicted aadmi bhi ho sakta hai’.

n today, the lawyers have nominated Justice Wajeehuddin as the next presidential candidate. while all the ostriches i know continue to blow musharraf’s trumpet, i know i will be the most disappointed person in the country if he’s elected again. our country has had enough.

somewhere in the background i can hear ravi shastri say ‘india is one wicket away and pakistan needs 17 to win’. God, plz let Pakistan win.

Muskaraein toa muskaranay k qarz utarnay honge
muskaraoon kabhi toa lagta hai, jaise honton pe qarz rakha hai

out at sea, the storms bruise and batter the ships that are heading out to seek new destinations or coming back home. back at the shore, a crow sits and watches coz no one wanted him to go along and no one is coming to see him. when the crow should really be grateful for being safe from the storm, it longs to be swept away by the strong winds that would rip apart his wings that have been useless for ages anyway. the wings that were meant to make it fly go to waste coz it has nowhere to fly to.

it perches on a coconut tree on the beach, all by itself, all day long hearing nothing but the dead silence of solitude until finally one day, a letter arrives. ‘would you like to renew your subscription? you’re one of the lucky customers who’s being offered a 59% discount.’ the crows shreiks out in pain. another one of those silent screams…

‘It’s OK’, he says. ‘I understand. I’ve known you so long, that I know you inside out. Even when you want to be mean, I know you don’t mean it.’

just like both Yasmeen and Maheen knew that Zafar didn’t mean what he had said to Shafiq. yes, that’s from Kartography.

Aba had always said it was easy to condemn people; condemnation was an act of smugness, wasn’t it? Didn’t it arise from the certainty that you would never do what you were condemning someone else for? But how could you say that unless you could slip into their soul, peer around and see what serpents fed there, what abysses gaped? How could you say anything unless you knew how the serpents and abysses had come to be, and what it meant to live with them every single day? Shouldn’t we simply be grateful that our lives allow us to live with grace today?

frozen tears.. raya.. mana.. magic..love..bull shit!!

that is what a good book should do to you. get you so entangled in itself that you stop being yourself. you feel anger boiling up inside of you, and you know it has nothing remotely to do with you. that all of it can be attributed to the book. you feel drowning into depths of depression but you don’t want to emerge coz it allows you the luxury of escaping from the gloom that surrounds you. and the luxury of knowing that at least this story will have a happy ending, unlike your own.