Randomz0rz. [Blasts' aftermath]

I saw myself holding that 25 kg bomb and running away as if it were my baby from a Tyrannosaurus Rex at Jinnah hospital. Whattay Nightmare.

PS: If communism means no allowance, then I'd gladly defy that system. Or not.. Stupid Pakistani democracy, didn't my brains have enough menacing conundrums?

SIUT.

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Winter's reaching it's generally disliked climax. And why wouldn't it be scarred? It's the only bearable season throughout the year in a city like Karachi. I'll, for the next 9 months, miss how my hands get completely frozen and numb, it feels as if you had them amputated and fixed iced there instead. Sad part is no one is willing to warm them up for me. The good side to is that I am not one of the people in Haiti under concrete rubble. Sad part is it is depressing to see thousands of people still buried under the wreckage, homeless and dead. Good side to it is I'm warding off this pathetic feeling by volunteer work at SIUT. Fuck the certificate, the feeling of doing something for the destitute is much better. Ah. SIUT..

Yesterday I met kids in the Pediatrics' wards and while interacting with them and indulging with them in activities like colouring, story telling, dough molding and singing, I found it commendable that these little souls are far more brave than us. Because it was easy to make them smile with the colour pencils and art books. And those smiles were not fabricated, they were genuine despite the severity of the diseases they contracted. Be grateful for the perfect you, readers.

Oh well.

As for my nocturnal behavior, I'm done with it for now with the climax of this fall. It only works in winters.

Speaking of Climax, I noticed I that always smile at the ending sentence of any novel I read; whether the ending is expected or unexpected. Do you? :)

Excerpt.

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness - that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that the saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought and, though it might seem too good for human life, this is what - at last - I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.
Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

- Bertand Russel.

Laado.

Maamoo khubsoorti kay mujasmon ki tasweer kashi karta hai.
Bachi available hai, pata lo.

Blorgasm 5:45 am.

So, it's around [check the title, squirt] and I'm not high on caffeine, no sir. Actually, I only had 3 cups of coffee since the start of fall. Yes, I know very OMGWTF it is.

What the heck is up with people jabbering and flaunting in your face about how they've only managed to travel in a Omg ewww, gross! Rickshaw for the first time and have never travelled in a rotten public bus?!

Trust me, I feel jeering pity for these poor souls. I don't cynically interrogate people traveling in their Prado's, Lancer's and SUV's [if they exist in Karachi] with a driver. Comfort should be one's priority but I see no point in them being so proud of not adapting to a more normal lifestyle and then casting shitty remarks right in front of you about how "mediocre and disgusting" a local D-7 is and how the pathan's sweat doesn't really suit their noses that are relishing half a bottle of Elizabeth Arden every hour. And no, I'm not exaggerating because I really have found people saying that. I say, one day when these will be stuck without a cellphone in an unknown area in Banaras with their messed up car and no way to contact their millionaire Daddykins . I suppose then, in such despondence, shall they learn the true value of the "Mediocre conveyance" But wait, they won't even know which bus takes the route to where. Hah! Chaching! Who's being pranced upon now?

Okay perhaps this was a little too harsh because there are people who can't experiences the joys of a Rickshaw or a public bus due to paranoia that circumvents them and their families.

But seriously, I suggest that one living in Pakistan should really get used to traveling in public transportation. I do it all the time and believe me.. If there is a douchebag chambeli teil ready to grapple your arse, all you have to is just slap that wanker and spray a tirade of abuses in his face. In fact use the best of your vocabulary and even invent some invectives of your own. Believe me son, they've the weakest souls that take our ugliest faces as juggernauts that might just kill them with shame. But such incidents are rarely encountered.

Also, Public buses are really amusing. You get interminable pashtun entertainment. Ranging from khattak music from Hunza to the cheap porn lyrics of songs from the red light area of Peshawar. And not only do you get to listen to porn but you also get to view free porno for the 10 minute ride as part of the package. Like explicit breastfeeding in the front compartment for all to see. Okay, so it's okay [I guess] to breastfeed a crying child but do ya HAVE to lactate without hiding it all? And that too right in front of the men with raging testosterone?! And the stench really isn't that bad once you get to used to it. Sure it maybe a mixture of 738578657475652545 days old clothes drenched in the signature pathan sweat along with the memento of excrement at every pit stop at sohrab goath. But it really isn't that bad.

And traveling in public transportation doesn't make you brave. It only makes you a well adapted Pakistani.

Ps. No Ethnic Offenses were intended, I'm a pathan myself yo. Walakhaaa!

Anyway, Happy New year everyone. What are your resolutions? ^_^

Burnt shadows.

"In Past wars only homes burnt, but this time
Don't be surprised if even loneliness ignites.
In Past wars only homes burnt, but this time
Don't be surprised if shadows ignite."

- Sahir Ludhianvi, Parchaiyaan

The best part of it was the letter in the end. It wasn't imperfect, it made it all even more credible. A perfect gift indeed.