August 19, 2013

It is such a fleeting thing, happiness. When you have it you don’t realise how important it is for you. It is when you loose it, that essence inside you that lets you see the silver lining in the bleakest of clouds, when you loose that you feel like a leaf free falling into the abyss of despair.
You are in hell now, and you have no idea how long your stay is going to last this time around.
May you never feel THAT.


I hate my thinking self.

December 31, 2008

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.