Narratives of the Mildly Insomniac # 1

When sitting in an easy chair situated in your lawn at 3 in the morning, Weird and out of place thoughts are bound to come in your mind. Not perhaps as out of place as our beloved Mr. Zardari in the president house but still they are pretty mundane. For example , you start to marvel at your neighbor uncle’s extremely flexible sleep routine,during the night the dude gets up after every hour to turn on the generator and goes back to sleep without missing a beat. And it goes on and on all night. During my exams which finished recently, I had a whole revision schedule based on the comings and goings of TV waale uncle (He is some hot shot executive at PTV) , it went something like this.

*Me Pacing frantically while holding a book barely inches away from my nose*

“ The recursive call than back tracks and connects the left most node to the child of the right most node and……. “

*noise : Grrrrrr……grrrrrrrr*

“wtf??!! Uncle TV is up. is it 3 a.m already??? and I’ve still got to cover five more chapters before the paper at 8, shit shit SHIT!!!! “

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This will be a series of short,random and pointless posts about my weird sleeping habits. You guys are welcome to post any stories of your own in the comments!

The Words Of a Crazy Person.

People are stupid, all of them in one way or another are just plain stupid!

damn , I’m stupid !!!

How so very stupid……..

Summer Vacations and Me….

……….. Obviously don’t mix well!!!

That’s probably the only thing me and my mom agree on, for entirely different reasons though!

Don’t feel like writing much these days but I’ve vowed to make a new post everyday (for the foreseeable future ).

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to offer something more substantial, till than enjoy the song and keep sippin on those pina coladas !

Age Of Innocence Where Art Thou….??!!

Either Life was extremely good growing up or I’m going through a really shitty time of my life rite now.

Not winning the Afternoon Cricket match, Played with a Broken Bat and a Plastic ball used to be the biggest disappointment.

Sitting with galz in class was to be avoided at all costs!!!  *They Have GERMS *

Having an ear ache ( Fake) was a completely legitimate excuse to miss school.

Ammi Used to wake me up every morning with an ” utho Chanda subha hogayi hai.”

I miss those days and I know they can’t be brought back.

I guess now I will have to stand up and face my present and future!

Subha ka bhoola…..

…………….. I just couldn’t keep on running anymore.

 

Meh!!! who gives a f**k anyway??!!

I’ll get over it.

Dinner followed by Dessert.

Abida Parveen, she is definitely the best

 

This dude aint no quitter!!!!!!!!!  

 

P.s:- It’s cool if you don’t have a taste for Abida’s particular brand of music.

Dance like no ones watching!!!!

I wanna jump up and down (Thats the only dance I know  ), on some crazy bollywood dance number. But can’t do that for a coupla reasons. Its Muharram and although I do not belong to the ehl-e-tasheeh, but still this month requires respect and sobriety. I do not have any crazy bollywood dance numbers on my PC, had to format everything courtesy a virus kit I downloaded to find out the inner workings of everyday generic viruses, the A** hole developer put in a back door and started infecting everything! :$ A really rubbish thing to do, but hey anything for learning.  It wasn’t all bad though, at least now I know how to make a computer virus and put my own back door in if ever I feel so inclined!  

Wow, guess who is in a chatty mood today? lolz I started with dancing and ended with a brief lecture on computer viruses.nice……..

And oh.. Happy New Year Y’all!!!!!!!  :D

More tonight!

I hate my thinking self.

When there’s electricity, there’s no gas. And when there’s gas there’s no electricity. But hey at least we are not getting bombed, right? wrong!!!! An army operation is underway barely at a distance of 15 mins from my home, in jamrud Khyber Agency. What a wonder full world we live in…………..

Sometimes when I am in a thinking mood, I have visions of myself dead, my corpse bullet ridden or converted to smithereens in a suicide bomb blast. All thoughts of my future, the things I still haven’t done, the achievements without my name written on them, forgotten. The only questions that come to mind are, how will my parents cope?? My mom, she isn’t very good at the notion of me not being around. Whenever I have to go out of town, she calls me 4,5 times a day. And heavens forbid, If my cell phone doesn’t respond, She panics.

My dad, like all dads is strict on the outside and really sweet inside, how will he cope??? who will he reprimend on driving carelessly?? at annoying my sisters?? at not getting good enough grades?? at getting up late??

Welcome to hell…… my hell……. our hell.

Food for thought……

Real and authentic love in the romantic sense, and not merely sexual attraction, is a form of grace and a gift from Heaven. It rips through our soul like a powerful hurricane, uprooting our usual attachments and habits. It yanks the roots of our soul from the soil of complacency and self-centeredness. It causes joy as well as pain, ecstasy as well as longing. It detaches the soul from other entanglements and attaches it to the object of one’s love, even overcoming the mind’s scattered thoughts and concentrating the mind on that single object. Something of the absoluteness of the love for God becomes reflected in such a human love that requires utter selflessness and unlimited giving. Such a love, if authentic, does not diminish if the beloved becomes less beautiful outwardly and loses his or her external attractiveness because the object of that love is the person and not his or her attributes, which may be pleasing to the lover at one moment and not so later on. That is why authentic romantic love grows rather than diminishes as time goes on. Such a love is a gift from God to His creatures, whom He created in pairs, as the Qur’an asserts, and this love cannot in the deepest sense be separated from the love for God and God’s love for us. 

- Page 65, “The Spiritual Significance of Human Love,” in The Garden of Truth, by Seyyed Hossein Nasr .

The above excerpt was taken from here .

All time–All space–is mine. The Collective memory of the whole human race is beside me, sitting in this cave–my brain. And if I join the mad in claiming this, so be it. I am mad.

Dr Carl Jung in pilgrim

My First Ever Interview

I had been interviewed by the Pakistani Spectator recently. You can read it here .

And now i’ll go and LMAO.

Me ?? getting interviewd?? hahahaha…………….. Enjoy.