Archive for November 2007
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
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Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
.
.
.
Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
.
.
.
Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
.
.
.
Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
.
.
.
Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
.
.
.
Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
.
.
.
Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
i have been so consumed with life lately that it took death to come and shake me out of my lively stupor. i needed that. i needed a break too. a break to think. to come to conclusions. yet, i know, in the end all of this time off will not matter. i give in to temptations to easily. a weak willed woman. in more ways than one.
Just this time, the stupor wasn’t lively but nauseating. life had me consumed nonetheless. one moment, I’m thinking of how to get through the next 2 weeks; the next I’m told that someone couldn’t make it through. one moment I’m thinking how good it would be if i never had to come to back to the fake world that IBA is; the next I’m told someone never will.
he actually doesnt want to be disturbed he said he wants to live normally after getting discharged and a days of rest he said hel visit iba and start going to office with his mamu till the next term or till wenevr he rejoins iba
n said that being asked by everyone is a pain and not quite helpful…knowing that people are there by offering help once and enquiring abt health once a week or somethings good but dropping in everyday or msgn baar bar dimagh ki dahi kar deta hai…he said that frm experiecne wen his mum passed away last year so even i will give him a call next week only not before that.
there was still hope. he was looking forward to a normal life…
.
.
.
Rest in peace, Zeeshan. whoever you were.
confessions..
I have been thinking about this for a long time now.
I thought the biggest resentment in my life was being a girl. That that stood in between me and everything that I wanted to do and be. Now I know, its not just that. What stands between me and my dreams, my passions, my ambitions is not just being a girl, but a Pakistani girl.
The inevitability of it all!
how can you tell the difference between the calm before the storm or the little breather one is awarded when stuck in the eye of one?
sometimes there is no beginning or end. just a constant thrashing of harsh winds trying to blow it all away. the intermittent serenity, never lasts.
then why should one even try and put together what has fallen apart when the storm is expected to return any moment?
one moment, the crow perched atop a palm tree back at the shore looks longingly at the ships out at sea, all battered and bruised by strong winds; the next, the crow finds its own wings being ripped apart.
*waiting for the next eye.
