tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40638735538915751452024-02-08T09:51:17.610+05:00Oz and Life...An Ordinary TaleUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-87649453559407124832013-10-26T11:44:00.000+05:002013-10-26T11:44:19.355+05:00Happy Endings? Is there such a thing as a Happy Ending?
We are brought up watching Disney movies where it all ends Happily Ever After. When we are young, we dream big, aim high and plan far. We think of a point in the future where everything will be perfect. The truth is different. There is no such thing as a Happy Ending. The whole concept is a bag full of bull shit. We are brought up on a lie. Our childhood Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-6156126841845069612013-03-18T00:29:00.000+05:002013-03-18T00:29:29.960+05:00That Fragile Glass Cup...
A glass. A cup of thin glass. A fragile cup of thin glass. Fill it with boiling oil. How much will it take? Will it hold it? Or will it shatter into a thousand pieces? If it will hold then for how long will it hold? How long before it shatters? How much can this fragile glass cup take? It is just a matter of time before the heat from the oil becomes unbearable and shakes the glass down to its Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-81140185979378926492013-03-08T01:22:00.000+05:002013-03-08T01:22:25.504+05:00Tolerance
You may have heard the word "Tolerance" a lot these days. Yet you fail to realize how crucial it is for the betterment of humanity as a whole. You use this word in the wrong sense. You tolerate the genocide of innocent people but you do not tolerate the beliefs of those people. You tolerate the silence and inefficiency of the authorities (like the government) but you fail to tolerate the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Worcester, MA, USA42.2625932 -71.802293442.074607699999994 -72.125016899999991 42.4505787 -71.4795699tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-21294732419041020182013-03-07T11:50:00.002+05:002013-03-07T11:50:56.577+05:00Sacrifice
Dear Humans of the World,
Sacrifice is an interesting concept. It is astonishing to see how mothers would sacrifice for their children or how lovers would sacrifice for each other. I believe that all our sacrifices should be for humanity. We should learn to be less selfish and more focused towards advancing humanity as a whole towards betterment. If you sacrifice your desires to steal, then Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-36162220449643767482013-03-06T01:25:00.000+05:002013-03-07T01:27:39.137+05:00Freedom of Choice?
Every human is free. Every human being has a freedom of choice. They have the right to make their own decisions concerning themselves. But with this freedom comes a great responsibility. Your decisions never affect you only as every human life is connected to another and the spider web of humanity is established. What you do may influence your society or some child a continent away. Therefore, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Worcester, MA, USA42.2625932 -71.802293442.074607699999994 -72.125016899999991 42.4505787 -71.4795699tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-12530575798140645012013-03-01T01:21:00.000+05:002013-03-07T01:24:38.690+05:00And it begins...
Dear all,
Life has put me in a lot of stuff. Yet I do not blame life. I do not blame my fate or destiny. I blame the people. I blame the silence of these people. I blame the society. A lot has changed for me. A lot has changed for the remaining members of my family. A lot has changed for thousands of families. Our only crime, our beliefs.
From now on, besides the usual blogging, I will Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Worcester, MA, USA42.2625932 -71.802293442.074607699999994 -72.125016899999991 42.4505787 -71.4795699tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-50319019579538696662012-12-28T12:13:00.000+05:002012-12-28T12:13:47.123+05:00YOU vs. Physics
Physics of the 21st Century will try to persuade you that
YOU are not special, that YOU were a product of some chance, that YOU are
insignificant compared to the vastness of the universe, that YOU were part of
some star-dust and will die to nothingness. Well, in that case, YOU should
reply, "F*** YOU PHYSICS!"
No matter what the science or media or latest advancements
tell you, remember thatUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5Robbinsdale, MN, USA45.032187 -93.338561444.9872945 -93.4192424 45.0770795 -93.2578804tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-55062666718657315412012-12-22T09:11:00.000+05:002012-12-22T09:11:54.074+05:00I Travel on...
I travel on. I don’t know where I am going. I have been
travelling for a long time in search of something. I don’t know what that
“something” is, yet I travel on. Ever since 2008, when I left my home for a
year abroad, I have never settled back down. I have changed many houses yet my
home remains the same and I haven’t spent that long in my home. I wish I could
be home. But I also wish to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Minneapolis, MN, USA44.983334 -93.26666999999997644.803594 -93.589393499999971 45.163074 -92.943946499999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-82066930503941744852012-12-10T08:25:00.003+05:002012-12-10T08:25:49.651+05:00 A Fictional Tale of a Mad Man!
Here he is. Fluctuating between God and wine.
What has he become? What monster has he become? He needs peace of mind. He can't find it anywhere. Oh where should he go? To what should he turn? Wine or religion? Has he become so low that he has lost it? He was always sure of himself. Always. Yet now he stands nowhere. Yet now he is lost. Has he stooped so below the ground that he has become Unknownnoreply@blogger.com074-78 Institute Rd, Worcester Polytechnic Institute, Worcester, MA 01609, USA42.27318869311592 -71.80983781814575242.272454193115919 -71.811071818145749 42.27392319311592 -71.808603818145755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-72419017530984319842012-11-24T05:38:00.000+05:002012-11-24T05:38:47.174+05:00The waves...of thoughts and sanitySo many days have gone by in a flash. I have met new people, I miss the old ones. I have experienced new things, yet I miss my old life. People talk about living in the present; others talk about looking towards the future. Yet...I keep looking towards the past. The beautiful past. The wonderful past. And the people in there. People tell me to learn from the past and move on, but how should I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-70803846639159107832012-11-12T01:28:00.000+05:002012-11-12T01:28:31.304+05:00Tic Toc...A Fictional TaleTic toc tic toc. Shut up oh you clock. Slow down time. Too fast. Too fucking fast. It was just yesterday that I said goodbye to my family with tears in my eyes. And two months have already passed. Tic toc tic toc tic toc. I hate that sound. That sound of the needle completing its revolution in that clock. Slow the fuck down. Just yesterday I had started college and two months have passed and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com474-78 Institute Rd, Worcester Polytechnic Institute, Worcester, MA 01609, USA42.2732939 -71.80983309999999218.436010399999997 -112.23952059999999 66.1105774 -31.380145599999992tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-4010079831374039172012-11-12T01:10:00.000+05:002012-11-12T01:33:33.703+05:00Who is to be blamed?As I sit in a foreign country and see Pakistan from a third-person's perspective, I ask myself: who is to be blamed? Who is to be blamed for the deterioration of my country? Who should be blamed for the destruction of my land? Who is guilty of the crime of ruining the glory of my home country? The elite? No. The elite cannot be blamed. The elite will always exploit everything and everyone Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Worcester, MA, USA42.2625932 -71.802293442.1685842 -71.9602219 42.3566022 -71.6443649tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-60524109113430016702012-08-08T21:00:00.002+05:002012-08-08T22:58:53.022+05:00Random Realization no. 3: Life experiencesI have found that life experiences are the best of teachers and build a person gene by gene. Every person is as unique as his/her life. It's their life stories that shape their character and personality. The more hardships one has faced in life, the stronger he will turn out to be. Your environment, incidences and accidents around you, friends, family, colleagues and everything else determine whoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-65869913601111492532012-08-07T22:15:00.002+05:002012-08-07T22:17:50.198+05:00Random Realization no. 2: Don't judgeI have always judged people at first sight. Often times, I even judged people without even meeting them. People you meet may be weird or awkward at first. But you should never judge them. You don't know who they are or what they are. You are not aware of what they hide in their heart or mind. You have not heard their life story yet. And you will never know where they will stand in the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-53514112256600496502012-07-29T16:53:00.000+05:002012-07-29T16:53:56.447+05:00Random Realization no. 1: ParentsPast few months have brought about a series of random realizations that are too obvious yet mostly ignored.
Parents are an extremely crucial part of our lives. They raise us, feed us, cloth us, love us, protect us, rebuke us, restrict us, and leave us all alone when they pass away. Yes, one day they will leave us. So do not waste this time and value them. They are precious! I have always loved Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-52991868231944531282012-06-09T22:26:00.000+05:002012-06-09T22:26:04.111+05:00Education in Pakistan? Ha Ha HaI am writing against the unfair education system of Pakistan. I am opposing the whole foundation that is forming the future of Pakistan and this world.
Starting from the private education institutions to public schools and colleges, everything is adding to the potential failure of Pakistan as a nation and as a state.
You call it Education? I call it ignorance.
Pakistan is on the verge of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-13211685286069874562012-06-06T01:28:00.000+05:002012-06-06T01:28:24.768+05:00SheeshaholicI be so K3wL because I be smoking Sheesha at the elite cafe of Islamabad.
Sheesha came and brought with it the much awaited revolution. You do not need to attend any Jalsa for that, just smoke sheesha. Cough Cough.
I have had the opportunity to spend time in all the major cities of Pakistan. One thing that was common everywhere were Sheesha lounges filled with teenagers. They sit and chat and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-9697904181284274692012-04-09T23:52:00.000+05:002012-04-10T00:08:38.685+05:00My Dear Daddy, please come back to your Shehroz... Dear Daddy,I miss you Daddy. I wish I could do something to bring you back! People say you would be happier now since you are at a better place. But what about me? My best place was with you; beside you. Will you hold my hand again and take me around the house? Or teach me how to tie a double knot? Or discuss politics and world issues with me? Or entertain me with your extraordinary life storiesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-8159339970279826502012-03-07T16:00:00.000+05:002012-03-07T16:00:40.980+05:00What Matters??A question has started evolving and mutating inside my skull. It has formed wings and is buzzing around my head like an angry bee caged in a small jar. The question: what matters?
In this life full of beauty and charm and corruption and death, what is it that truly matters? Is it the big house or the sexy car? Is it the girlfriend who dumped you or the family that supports you? Is it the friendsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-84840761751878667712012-02-21T16:45:00.002+05:002012-02-21T16:45:48.988+05:00No CommentsLearn to say "No comments." I swear it is the best phrase in the whole realm of English language. From awkward situations to sensitive remarks, it will save you and help you avoid the muddy pond of all that is bad.
No Comments FTW.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-63280560122920927632012-02-21T16:18:00.000+05:002012-02-21T16:18:05.150+05:00Heaven's GardenFrom behind the glazed glass, I could see heaven.
It all started with a breeze: a light caressing breeze that tickled all the plants and trees in the garden outside the window. Slowly and gradually the breeze turned into a chilly wind and enveloped everything green in the garden. The branches shivered and the leaves fluttered like green butterflies. The garden reflected all hues of green and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-72990060280940378742012-01-17T01:29:00.000+05:002012-01-17T01:29:33.322+05:00My FamiliaMy family feeds me strength. And courage. And hope. And knowledge. And happiness. And all the good things in life.
No matter how down I am and no matter how high I am, my family will always stand behind me and whisper in my ear: Shehroz, this too shall pass.
After my trust was broken by someone extremely close, I know I will never be able to trust ANYONE except my own family.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-89571382044308742502012-01-14T22:09:00.000+05:002012-01-14T22:09:54.627+05:00Give...Kahlil Gibran showed me a new world through his work The Prophet.
"You often say, 'I would give, but only to the deserving.'
The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish."
(Kahlil Gibran)
When you eat, remember that you do not rightfully own the fruit nor it's Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-5147272801517685952012-01-07T12:46:00.003+05:002012-01-07T12:46:00.257+05:00We. Are. Slaves.Long ago, Quaid-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah dreamt of a Pakistan where the Muslims would be free. Muslims of the Subcontinent were slaves of a foreign power; they were slaves of an alien law and they were slaves of a different religion. These Muslims were discriminated, oppressed and persecuted. Quaid-e-Azam wanted a free Pakistan for free Muslims. It will not be wrong to say that today’s Pakistan Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063873553891575145.post-50501973543195155892012-01-06T02:14:00.001+05:002012-01-06T02:14:00.203+05:00A Random Realization...In my race to success, I did not realize that I had become very selfish. Thank God it isn't too late. 2012 will definitely be a personality changing year. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2