Laughter, the Medicine, The ISIS and Sleeping Pills

کس مور سے شرو کریں پھر ہم یہ زندگی
ہر شے جہاں حسین تھی، ہم تم تھے اجنبی

TIMELESS

My digital photography without post exposure processing. ‘ Simplicity should be the law’ 

The English translation of above verse is, which paragraph is there to restart the chapter of life…

Where everything was so enchanting, where you and I were deeply strangers…

It is better to light a candle then to curse the darkness – Eleanor Roosevelt.

Peanuts and walnuts worth few pennies were lot of good times, especially, in freezing cold days of winter going to junior school in a bus and then walking onwards to school. Usually, intense repetition wearing same trouser over and over again rendered couple of holes in the pockets. Vigorously trying to keep hands warm, ultimately, hands reached to tiny private parts, that was pretty unassuming at that tender and innocent age.

I can surrender all little that I possess in for want of that age to come back to me again. Now, one can only cherish those wonderful carefree memories. It is so painful for me to establish how should I categorise such moments of childhood; a laughing matter or moments of sadness.

One thing is for sure, I have decided not to switch on news channels at least for another six months. After 9/11 the tone and issues covered in talk shows and news are so gloomy, pathetic and shocking, no more I can bear. Second time Paris is hit with blasts, ISIS or no ISIS, I am not going to drive my story on this. I can live without news channels, domestic or international. Sleeping pills are not the real cure for my sleep issues; swimming is.

 

Let me indulge into laughter that can cure human relations gaps and mood swings disorders also. But it is important to succeed at the first go, otherwise possibilities of loosing persons trust is inevitable. Stomach disorders can be cured by laxative, particularly in case of the stuff becoming very hard due to nervous tension and environmental stresses. Sleeping pills, occasionally can bring sleep and calm nerves. A very serious note of caution by Dave Barry is not to take both on the same night. I did it last week and suffered living in no man’s land for three days and nights. The doctor who prescribed me laxative may be was my true friend who stabbed me in the front. Not his fault, he did not know I was going to take sleeping pills also. The dead line, which I set for myself was my own wish to get better for both disorders simultaneously.  I also did not have the courage to expose my sleeping problems, nor the doctor interrupted.

 

The early bird catches the worm. After taking any kind of sleeping pills, I doubt anyone can catch even a late train, therefore, even if one gets the worm, my experience is never over eat even if you are an early bird. More about the laughing stock. Sometimes laughter, in wrong timing can be dangerous and a delayed laughter can also cause irreparable relationship damages. One has to understand some wisdom and advices can only work with a good luck. More importantly, I soon realised my old cars wind shield wiper made me reach my destination late but with sure safety in heavy rain. The satanic news these days can only take to either to a laxative or some sort of sleeping pills prescription.

 

Even if you don’t agree with the laughter doctrine above, at least, I don’t have any jokes for you, nonetheless, on a neutral note, I am again displaying my digital photography. I know, they are not a laughter material, at the same time they are also no incredibly sad and gloomy impressionism. I am keeping things simple as complicated expectations shall not alter any changes in mood. Since life is a series of hellos and good byes, some of my blog stories may not be stories at all and some of my stories may contain my photography. Since my website name is Studio Real Earth, and poetry of earth never dies. But instead of poetry I am more biased towards photography ( in addition, slogan under my brand logo is – ‘ Take your dream seriously’).

 

The most wasted are days spent without and laughter.

BLUE TILE

BLUE TILE

CHAMPIONSHIP

CHAMPIONSHIP

GREAT GAMBLER

GREAT GAMBLER

HANDMADE

HANDMADE

HAYDAYS

HAYDAYS

MY ROSE GARDEN

MY ROSE GARDEN

PENNILESS

PENNILESS

RIBBON

RIBBON

SPOONS IN LOVE

SPOONS IN LOVE

 

YELLOW ROSESYELLOW ROSES 2

BEACH

BEACH

STAIN GLASS

STAIN GLASS

THE OLDEST

THE OLDEST

TIMBERLAND

TIMBERLAND 3

BLACK

BLACK 2

CANDY

CANDY 2

GARDNER

GARDNER

GREEN LANTERN

GREEN LANTERN

HARDWARE

HARDWARE

RED PYRAMID

RED PYRAMID

PINK LADY

PINK LADY

TIMELESS

TIMELESS 2

ARE YOU NUTS…

ARE YOU NUTS...

CANDLE

CANDLE

CHEF

CHEF

CHOCHOLATE PARTY

CHOCHOLATE PARTY

DRY BUT ELEGANT

DRY BUT ELEGANT

GREEN CLOCK

GREEN CLOCK

THE CHIEF

THE CHIEF

TWINS

TWINS

VENUS

VENUS

SILVER LINING

SILVER LINING

WINDOW SHOPPING

WINDOW SHOPPING

DRY CHILLIES

DRY CHILLIES

MURDER

MURDER

TYPIST

TYPIST

SHINGHAI CALLING

SHINGHAI CALLING

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Finding Joy in Ordinary: Digital Delight, For You

مسکراتے پھرتے ہیں، دل خوشی سے خالی ہے
اے زندگی- تیری ہم نے – آبرو بچا لی ہے

The English translation of above verse is: ‘ mimicking smiles but inward hardly any happiness,

how delicately I have maintained the value of life…’

 Heaven is under our feet as well as over us – Henry David ThoreauDSC03563_1

My digital exposure

Don’t think I was busy or preoccupied, I did nothing in particular but did it pretty well. Among all things I did, the best was or best feeling was missed you all. Winter has set in so has my flu. My so called rose garden started showing respect; enduring my neglect. In peak of mid June most of us wait for winters to come ( may be for not those unfortunately suffering from asthma or some fog related allergies ), now winter has already cut shot the daylight timing, I am finding ways to manage the long long surplus dark long nights.

 

My creativity has some sort of insomnia and can be cured only by eating less trash food and going on long walks. For those who have encountered my much boasted vintage print film camera photography link in my solo work website link . The time for change like seasons, has arrived. I now, present you my digital photography without post exposure editing, before, later becomes never.

                                                                      Still Life

Near the FireplaceWinter Wine

Green PotGREEN POT

Girl in GreenGirl in Green

Floating GlassFLOATING GLASS

BottlesBOTTLES

Are you Nuts…Are you nuts…PeaceAllahokakbarQuote in YellowYE DOSTIWinter WineNear the FireplaceVintage ClockVintage ClockTimelessTIMELESSSoul on FireSoul On FirePurple NightPURPLE NIGHTNoorNoorMy New ProductMy New ProductIce Cherry TreeICE CHERRY TREEPandaI Love PandasHardwareHardwareOcean GrassGREEN EMERALDS 2Chocholate PartyCHOCHOLATE PARTYMilitary WatchMILITARY WATCHBack to BasicsBACK TO BASICS 2 Blue StarBLUE STARBlue
BLUE CandleCANDLE CandyCANDYPink Lady
PINK LADY PlantPLANT TimberlandTIMBERLAND 3 Vintage BoxVINTAGE BOX Wood FrameWOOD FRAME

The Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness ”. ― Yann Arthus-Bertrand

Copyrighted.

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My cat; sermons, advice, wisdom and dinesty ( a complete misguide – Part 5 )

وہ جو میرا سب کچھ تھا میں اسے کبھی بتا نا سکا

وہ میری بات نا سمجھا سکا نا اپنی مجھے سمجھا سکا

میں نے جب بی جذبوں کی اس سے بات کرنی چاہی

نا اس نے میری سنی نا اپنی مجھے سنا سکا

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Silent but proud – a retired Afghan war lord. My vintage print film camera exposure.

 

The English translation of above verse is ( describing my cat, if not complain) …One who was my whole world, I could not dare express this, I could not convey my possessiveness to him neither he never conveyed his feelings to me,

When it was necessary to convey my emotions to Him, he ignored my tellings as his were never meant to be reaching for me…

-“Dogs come when they are called ; cats take a message and get back to you letter – Mary Bly.20151022_152831

My cats digital image by me ( without his permission)

( Part 5 ) Writing is struggle again silence; listen and silent we spell it with same letters and the quieter you become more you listen – all these phrases cannot convince people who either are hypocrites or have God gifted by birth loud vocal cords. This opening is relevant as my verbal expression and communication is almost handicapped with humans. I feel quite comfortable talking to animals, where I bypass my human communication disabilities. Presently, T facilitates me with his audience he being a good listener. I have heard Chinese are good listeners and so are the psychologists. I cannot go to China just to carry out my catharsis and I don’t want to be labeled as a psycho going to a psychiatrist. I have discovered a ‘ DIY ‘ do it yourself, an alternate method to do this with my cat namely T and found it very effective. Try this. I have heard Pakistan’s dictator General Zia ul Haq was a good listener, and a silent killer. Reversely T is mostly silent unless I take liberties stepping purposely on his tail or any other part.

ضبط تہذیب ہے محبت کی
اور تم سمجتھے ہو کے بے زُبان ہیں ہم

Even then, I have observed he cannot become a silent killer like General Zia ul Haq. Zia ul Haq was very kind hearted and allowed about four million Afghan refugees during Russian war in Afghanistan; eventually, silently killing peaceful Pakistani nation, a major portion turning terrorist. However, our politicians are very loud and keeping their self interests silently in top gear. The burden of proof is thrown on all four major dictators starting from Ayub, Yahya, Zia ul Haq and Musharaf but still many remember Ayub Khan and his regime the most progressive. My only interest in not so glorious past of dictators is clearly relating loud voices of politicians and silent misfortunes.

If you want to praise someone, praise immediately and pend criticism for next day. All the praise I receive from T is instant and rewarding. Usually, when any praise stretched too far becomes flattery. Ayub flattered his political masters, Zia ul Haq flattered Bhutto, Nawaz Shareef flattered Zia ul Haq, Benazir Bhutto flattered poor people and I have no knowledge Musharaf flattered whom. Presently, even if you flattered Afghans, by their very historical and biological traits, they will fight out and throw all invaders out. Fully knowing this fact, Americans doubted and mis-interpreted Afghans’ national integrity. Now, on this out of control written gestures I have to pause my writing vocal cords and I am silently going to feed T with fresh tuna fish that he deserves now he being a good listener…

‘ It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise’ – Jean Paul Richter

                                                                               To be Continued…

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My cat; sermons, advice, wisdom and dinesty ( a complete misguide – Part 4 )

وہ جو میرا سب کچھ تھا میں اسے کبھی بتا نا سکا

وہ میری بات نا سمجھا سکا نا اپنی مجھے سمجھا سکا

میں نے جب بی جذبوں کی اس سے بات کرنی چاہی

نا اس نے میری سنی نا اپنی مجھے سنا سکا


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My vintage print film camera exposure of my black Lebrador in Islamabad, which was stolen.

The English translation of above verse is ( describing my cat, if not complain) …One who was my whole world, I could not dare express this, I could not convey my possessiveness to him neither he never conveyed his feelings to me,

When it was necessary to convey my emotions to Him, he ignored my tellings as his were never meant to be reaching for me…

-“Dogs come when they are called ; cats take a message and get back to you letter – Mary Bly.20151022_152831

 

My cats digital image by me ( without his permission)

( part 4 ) The worst kind of sad is when you cant explain why. The truth is half of its reasons being sad is known to the person but either he does not want to share the reasons of sadness ( in my case depression and anxiety ) or doubts sharing may not result in any remedy. In both cases human behavior is most uncertain of any exact conclusions. Believe me, world is like a jungle, fight it out or run forever. Enough of T ( Thigy, the he Cat ). Thank you for staying with me previous three parts; not that I have not kept dogs. It will be unfair not to mention my dogs regardless the title of this series posts do not contain the word DOG in it though.

When I was child, we moved from walled city house to another bigger and more decent one house: when my father returned from Colombia University NY, USA after successfully completing his MS. A astray dog frequently came inside our home and eventually was adopted. We named him Jacky. J was not pedigree dog and was not so handsome but he guarded the whole property like a fierce Doberman or Killer Rottweiler. At night he used to walk on the boundary wall which one does not expect even from a well paid security guard, as if J knew the friends and family and the demons equally. Perhaps, that was the period when I developed liking for pets. All that he was fed on the remains of our food, some left over meat bones or pieces of bread.

Myth of angels with blessings not visiting the homes where dogs are kept, is still prevailing in Muslim households. Keeping that in mind why I have been so blessed? Ignoring this myth that might lead this write-up for a very controversial matters of ones belief, I have decided not to indulge in extremist view points. It is necessary to add here the teachings of treating animals with kind heart is also exists]ing in Islam. Can there be prejudice well defined dealing a dog with kindness but not keeping it inside the house? Same Muslim society has been slaughtering and selling dead animals, donkeys and even dogs in Punjab, Pakistan particularly and else where in Pakistan. I suspect angels of blessings must have been very lenient in the latter case. I don’t challenge the teachings of any religion; all I need is the approval of my inner satisfaction and peace while dealing with pets. Jacky served us with highest devotion, selfless round the clock service and energized motivation. During his lifetime he produced his next generation endlessly, most of the time his brides were much superior in race, social status and compatibility. Avoiding calling brides as bitches avoiding yet another gender based controversy or ‘ racism’. He might have been rewarded of his selfless sense of duty… 

‘ The more one comes to know man, the more one comes to admire the dog.’ – Joussenel

                                                                              To be continued…

 

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My cat; sermons, advice, wisdom and dinesty ( a complete misguide – Part 3 )

وہ جو میرا سب کچھ تھا میں اسے کبھی بتا نا سکا

وہ میری بات نا سمجھا سکا نا اپنی مجھے سمجھا سکا

میں نے جب بی جذبوں کی اس سے بات کرنی چاہی

نا اس نے میری سنی نا اپنی مجھے سنا سکا

The English translation of above verse is ( describing my cat, if not complain) …One who was my whole world, I could not dare express this, I could not convey my possessiveness to him neither he never conveyed his feelings to me,

When it was necessary to convey my emotions to Him, he ignored my tellings as his were never meant to be reaching for me…

-“Dogs come when they are called ; cats take a message and get back to you letter – Mary Bly.20151022_152831My cats digital image by me ( without his permission)

( Part 3 ) Just an hour ago I felt symptoms of vertigo, instantly my whole body specially my lower limbs stopped synchronising with my top storey that is my head. I was wrong, immediately I amended my impressions as it was an earthquake. I left the building and rushed outside on the road with my IT colleague. Today is 26th October, exactly 10 years ago Islamabad was almost topsy-turvy on 8th October 2005, leaving Islamabad and northern region with heavy loss of life and property. The demons of superstition haunted my weak nervous system like reputation of fashion trends history is repeating itself after ten years. Visual proof of destruction of the last ‘big one’ can be seen in the category of ‘Earthquake’ 2005 in photography section in my website link Earthquake. Due to my occasional swimming habits suspicion of vertigo was quite natural, but then the diagnosis was over ruled as I did not suffer from swimming ear infection at all.

مصروف تھے سب اپنی زندگی کی الجھنوں میں
ذرا سی زمیں کیا ہلی ،
سب کو خدا یاد آ گیا

The news immediately appeared in BBC app, CNN and Google Newsstand apps showing this tremor reading 8 at the Richter scale and the last big one was 7.9. T and me were spiritually praying the destruction may not be likely. As usual, I being horrendously selfish left the building leaving T behind. Dramatically, T was already on the road, can’t say whether he followed me or the animal sense warned him in advance about the coming earthquake. I never said, ‘T go outside and play’. Now we are back in the room discussing this earthquake being survivors. Friends, humans can be perished in a moment, hence, life is short so go slow. We tend to plan the long term arrangements ignoring there are no guarantees of existing moments. That is why, I am totally and fiercely enjoying moments of T’s company. T treats me as a person, sometimes no matter how small I become. I wish I had a dog whom I could take for a walk, quite an adventure as Islamabad usually is less noisy and greener. In fact, T prefers to do the walk alone, maybe he attends the corner meetings with few vagabond tom cats. I don’t mind such conspiracies, I don’t know against whom, but on the positive note, the mandatory potty rituals are carried out during such corner meetings. That is why I had preferred to adopt a kitten over a dog. Another advantage, or let’s say free service I earn from T is balancing acts of T during my mood swing episodes. More importantly, a silent and non tangible communication with you all ( the readers of this blog ) also provide me valuable stabilisation to my depression. Combined both treatments sources have now become quite affective, least to say and to admit.

Not too long in the distant past I suffered from bouts of sudden high blood pressure, advice came from most unexpected sources ( revelation came from my cook ) to keep aquarium fishes. I purchased it and kept wonderful creatures. Guys, don’t assume it is fancly easy to maintain aquariums as shown in Hollywood movies. In those days my fears were stronger than the hopes , I quickly learnt the basics of aquarium keeping. If aquarium is not cleaned every two weeks and light intensity required is not provided the fish will die. Temperature has to be of a standard measurement. Nonetheless, all this effort is worth the joy talking to fish. To your and my surprise, I used to stare at fishes for ten minutes thrice a day and my BP was manageable. That time T was not around; cant say how T would have reacted in presence of other gorgeous fish. During this unstable psychological condition, which I was hiding from the world became more visible when abruptly I kept turtles also in a separate open turtle tank ( more about my panic attacks sometime later ). Videos posted about animals and pets specially on Facebook are more educational and entertaining than those containing adult material. Mark Zuckerberg is worth mentioning here, it seems Facebook is going out of his control in this regard and the dot com revolution has already back fired ( see my Time International magazine letter March 2000 on article section link of letter). We rise by lifting others and not by bulling, as an exception when apparently T bulling me provides me relief from my emotional disorders…

Kissing someone for two minutes burn two calories, get slim now and its OK to believe in love again…

                                                                                        To be continued…

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My cat; sermons, advice, wisdom and dinesty ( a complete misguide – Part 2 )

وہ جو میرا سب کچھ تھا میں اسے کبھی بتا نا سکا

وہ میری بات نا سمجھا سکا نا اپنی مجھے سمجھا سکا

میں نے جب بی جذبوں کی اس سے بات کرنی چاہی

نا اس نے میری سنی نا اپنی مجھے سنا سکا

The English translation of above verse is ( describing my cat, if not complain) …One who was my whole world, I could not dare express this, I could not convey my possessiveness to him neither he never conveyed his feelings to me,

When it was necessary to convey my emotions to Him, he ignored my tellings as his were never meant to be reaching for me…

-“Dogs come when they are called ; cats take a message and get back to you letter – Mary Bly.20151022_152831

 

My cats digital image by me ( without his permission)

…( Please read my part 1 to see what T advised about Zombies ) ‘When the cat is out mice will play’ ; not necessarily they will enjoy also. Its quite possible the cunning cat may ambush the little fellows. When the cat wants to have fun, that moment cannot be predicted: what you asses as fun can always be called as horrible episode for the cat. I have keenly observed the daily fun moments for T is to steal dogs food happily at 6 a.m. Its fun for T but a crime for dog. Since my cat claims to be a direct legal heir of Queens of Egypt, I had recently arranged his coronation ceremony ( T’s picture below on top of my fridge clearly reflects His Majesty controlling global food politics) and decided to send invitations to all heads of states who are under the control of head of world royal heads, IMF, World Bank and Immensity International. This plan of invitation apparently is voilation of usual tradition to invite state guests; but since Egypt is no more royal or democratic, the invitation shall also will go to places in non conforming areas.

The list is finally approved by T. Britans Queen will have to be accompanied by her dog, a special desire of T to interact with the royal dog. Now, clearly we are entering into international affairs. I guess, I am prepared for an embarrassing movement if T acts superior to steal royal food of a royal dog. If T is a descendant of Cleopatra then by the ranking of civilizations he may be brave enough to act superior. T has recently stripped me of my legal position in this house, inclusion of Immensity International in the guest list may help me registering my protest to Imensty International. Since his historic coronation ceremony will be telecast live on global TV channels, you all are likely to miss the global coverage of Syria, Afghanistan, Iran, North Korea, US Presidential Debate, FA cup and I-phone vs Samsung updates. For me, it shall be a moment of relief to miss the usual distress and agonizing world news. However, it would be sad not to see Gaddafi, Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden and Hosni Mubarak not attending this grand event. I never realized that a cat can corner humans like this, of course, I also did not realize that T once a kitten will become a Cat. Still I am ready to serve T as all I need is love which ever cruel form it comes…(to be continued)

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My cat; sermons, advice, wisdom and dinesty ( a complete misguide – Part 1 )

وہ جو میرا سب کچھ تھا میں اسے کبھی بتا نا سکا

وہ میری بات نا سمجھا سکا نا اپنی مجھے سمجھا سکا

میں نے جب بی جذبوں کی اس سے بات کرنی چاہی

نا اس نے میری سنی نا اپنی مجھے سنا سکا

The English translation of above verse is ( describing my cat, if not complain) …One who was my whole world, I could not dare express this, I could not convey my possessiveness to him neither he never conveyed his feelings to me,

When it was necessary to convey my emotions to Him, he ignored my tellings as his were never meant to be reaching for me…

-“Dogs come when they are called ; cats take a message and get back to you letter – Mary Bly.20151022_152831

 

My cats digital image by me ( without his permission)

Ever since I began my online life since March 2015, visibally to my some satisfaction seeing my solo work website Studio Real Earth taking pre-meture birth in march 2015; His majesty ‘Thigy’ remains my boss and inspiration all along. I shall refer Thigy as T as giving almost a knighthood suffix in his honor. T once spoke his wisdom saying, ‘Zombies eat brains…don’t worry, most of you have nothing to worry about’. Happy is the home where at least one cat is heading the family or an alone person like me.Miseries remained my partner, my other half is my cat – of course some music too. Sometimes the miseries did betray me giving me respite in short spells but T had remained all along with me or lets say I remained his servant all the way. He watched movies with me, mostly blocking my view. The most expressive feedback came in the limelight after watching the movie Titanic, when T said my favorite character was ‘iceberg’.

I may have mistreated and misbehaved with my family, friends and foes; but T has never let me out of control. A persons true heart can be measured the way he treats his cat or cats. It is so heart warming when T warmly welcomes me and penetrates into my lap or scratches my face after long and hard day. Once I was warned by T if  I woke him up next time, he will murder me. But the universal sound of his purr has always stopped me doubting his murder warnings as sign of true love and hate relationship. T keeps giving me his words of wisdom just an hour ago he said, ‘don’t ever be racist – hate everyone’. Learning cat behavior I mastered the prime tip that dog will flatter you but you have to flatter the cat…

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The Metro, The Mission and the Misfortunes – Speed of Social Sound (Part 3)

تیری دنیا سے ہو کے مجبور چلا …
میں بهت دور، بهت دور، بہت دور چلا …

The English translation of the above verse is:’… I am leaving your selfish world, in distress and helpless… that I am going too far, too far, too far’

‘A wise traveler never despises his own country-‘ Goldoni, Pamelayellow wanMy vintage camera print film photography – Public Transport in Islamabad, when mighty Metro was not born.

Debate is masculine and conversation is feminine – Alcott.

(Part 3) According to recent and ancient feedback from the social animals (human beings) I am critically a male. To further substantiate and consolidate this gender verdict, even my my national ID has listed me as a male, therefor, there cant be any room for any further doubt that I am actually a male. Here, on the other hand, a conversation is required with M to achieve my target (read previous part 1 and part 2 of this blog to identify who is M and my target). According to our social teachings one must attempt to follow the great intellectuals like Alcott.

I would be the last person at this age of my life and economic status to transform my gender to female just to start a debate with M and ultimately accept defeat as debate in a Metro shall be unruly and unethical. On the contrary, as Alcott says only debate is for masculine. It seems the challenges are being multiplied like taxes imposed every month by governments. If I were in a Skype conference with you all my readers, I would have quickly asked for your advice. This is otherwise very slim a chance when data connection signals in this Metro have been disengaged. My scenses still prevailing due my dire interest to achieve my target prompts me better to become a feminine ignoring Alcott then to lose a life time opportunity an instead decided to start a ‘conversion’.

Fashion is the ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months – Wilde.

I being so closely attracted to the branded T-shirt of M I had to disregard the assessment of Wilde on fashion : Reversely my assessment is, life is too short to wear boring clothes. Or perhaps, reverting back to flashy T-shirt may conceal my face wrinkles and remaining hair on my head. A moment comes in ones life when one is in clash with philosophy of scholars with on ground circumstances. By the way I am also learning to stay informed instead of just being opinionated. I am behaving strubben achieving my present goal but trying to be flexible about its methods.

Of course, I am also aware of the fact that words are free ; at the same time, I am so scared if I use them inappropriately they might cost me heavily, therefore, I have to plan the selection of words to be used in this forthcoming conversation before I start the actual conversation.

The reason to quote Wilde here is mainly to disprove him the intensity of my going obsessive compulsive passionate (if not disorder or disorderly) in want a piece of a garment. Surely, I have till now made a firm decision to start a conversation and not debate. In fact, my long lasting misery suddenly ended when M all by himself surprisingly broke the silence and asked me the same question about the cheap camera, that came to my rescue. Guess what I answered? “ I am upgrading my photography passion by selling it and switch over to the next model”. This was a complete lie. Whereas, I was going to a repair man, the only one alive and present in a small dark shop in a Rawalpindi. I do not have the wisdom to establish this discussion to be labeled as conversation. Now, I am definitely drifting away from the prime social behavior standards by not concentrating continuing the conversation with M. I should have downloaded good apps available in Goggle Play for tips starting a good conversation. Hats off to those people who are almost illiterate but are so good in starting a conversation whether in a Metro or in community bathroom.

You cannot start next chapter of your keep reading last one again and again but also remember hard work beats talent. With the lie about my camera M suddenly and elaborately relinquish his seat and dismounted from the Metro before I could even start my conversation: I lost the game, set and match again. I may have lost the battle but shall rise again to win the war. I am not giving up, I’ll start all over again may be not in Metro but somewhere else. The pain I endured with this loss, my friends of my blog, you may not even mock. For time being, lets say, I sacrifice and change my plans to buy a branded T-shirt: agreeing that fashion is so intolerable that it has to change itself every six months.

Honesty is better than sugar coated bullshit. I continued my journey in this Metro without any need and desire for any further conversations or debate and focused mainly on my old cheap cameras costs that the only repair man available in Rawalpindi shall present to me…

Enjoy the  joy…

The Metro, The Mission and the Misfortunes – Speed of Social Sound (Part 2)

تیری دنیا سے ہو کے مجبور چلا …
میں بهت دور، بهت دور، بہت دور چلا …

The English translation of the above verse is:’… I am leaving your selfish world, in distress and helpless… that I am going too far, too far, too far’

‘A wise traveller never despises his own country-‘ Goldoni, Pamela

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My digital exposure. Red Metro bus with intimidating clouds in skies. 

(Part 2) There are many ways to enter in the swimming pool, stairs is not one of them. That job seeking passenger left the Metro leaving me wanting to make acquaintances with a young man in a branded logo T – Shirt and with non – branded sneakers, captured the seat next to me. The man who actually deserved this vacant seat miscalculated his footsteps standing since long also missed the opportunity capturing the seat in question. Float your imagination my phrase of swimming pool is accurate here or irrelevant making readers clear entering with all wits alert to capture a seat with opportunity.    

Seeing a bright coloured fancy T – Shirt of the man made me look tempting to purchase it myself. Now, I started planning to find an excuse to start conversation with him. This time, my cheap old camera around my neck made no impressions on the young man. I felt my whole disposition being a senior passenger, was compromised. This was, perhaps was most difficult decision for me to make in years. 

بات کرنی مجھے مشکل کبھی ایسی تو نہ تھی …
جیسی اب ہے تیری محفل کبھی ایسی تو نہ تھی …

Folks, lo, miracles do happen. The young man asked all by his own initiative whether I was keeping a mobile phone and its network signals were active or not. At this moment I felt blessed more than any one among the all passengers in this Metro. The young man, call it ‘M’, as he introduced himself was going to a mobile repair shop as his mobile was not giving him proper service. I immediately showed positive replies never wanted to lose this opportunity to talk to him finding the shop from where he purchased the T – Shirt, center of all this crisis.

Now I was following my heart but at the same time losing my mind, still to decide a cultured way to ask the question. The gap between our ages was so vast like between earth and the moon. This bullshit question might ruin my once in life time opportunity provided in a Metro. I also knew the fact that the knowledge  will give me power (discovering the price of T – Shirt) but might also close my short lived relationship with this young man forever.

All I wanted was to own this kind of T – Shirt myself to obtain a style where on lookers may not ask me who I am but should assume my personality without having to ask me who I am.

Dear friends, like any flop of a soap opera in Fox entertainment, please wait for the next part to find out how talented I performed achieving my target…

To be continued…

Be a Voice, Not an Echo

کل نکالے تھے کچھ پرانے خط
پِھر محبت دراز میں رکھ دی

The English translation of above Urdu verse is,  ‘ Letters, stored in a dark closet, when revisited, the relationship of love sealed back. ‘

‘ Old ways won’t open new doors’

r002-080My Digital camera exposure:  ‘Long live the king‘ – One man show backed by all nations in the U.N.

Its September again. Changing seasons and charging energies for world leaders assembling at New York. ZA Bhutto was the one who almost broke windows of the U.N. General Assembly while speaking and tearing its resolutions. The year was 1971. Some leaders charter planes and fill their purses to purchase top brands in NY. Obviously, the money comes from tax payers income. Many Secretary Generals have been changed since then, all symbolic, ineffective and programmed by great powers.

ZA Bhutto was hanged, Shah of Iran deposed, Nixon resigned, Idi Ameen kissed the Queen of England, Rajiv and Benazir assassinated and I am still driving my 20 years old car on lease. Destiny, specially of third world has not changed and so has my fate and fortune. The news of ZA Bhutto dramatic speech arrived in Lahore, Pakistan reached after a 24 hours and now a tweet by Mark Zuckerberg hugging Modi reaches instantly. Friend and readers, I am comparing apples with oranges for a peculiar habit of mine when I am feeling the blow of unequal distribution of wealth.

Folks, how strange are the wings of rich countries… and families. Hardship prepares ordinary people for extra ordinary destiny, for example a boy of 14 in America becomes a celebrity inventing a ‘bomb’ or a clock ; or someone posting a clip of a cat pet taking a bubble bath all by herself everyday. Presently, I am worried about my dying Wi-Fi signals due to non payment of the bill.

Global warming, green house gases, food security, cyber security or even abortion rights may be discussed in the United Nations this year. Gaza, Iraq, Afghanistan, Kashmir might be in melting frozen pot. Go away, I have been watching this bullshit for ages including Camp David and fall of East Pakistan.

Accept the bullshit, but never accept it. World diplomacy is a cluttered desk that is a sign of cluttered mind, what is empty desk meant for? More the conflict in regions better improved chances for world leaders and their families gathering at one global point to buy Gucci and Italian shoes. The story of old shoes, however is written in this blog, please go find the value of it that was owned by a small boy. Rhetoric and lofty speeches by mighty world leaders shall be forgotten like a formatted hard disk but words not said by a sad child without a pillow will remain unsung.

Soon this annual season of United Nation General Assembly will end, bringing huge profits for world airlines. As the UNO growing in its non delivering age, the leaders are on the other hand, behaving more immature may be forever. That is the reason more and more people are ignoring its importance. The following tweet is evidence of my losing mind when a small boy is found dead on the shores or poor Muslims slaughtered in Barma. Its time for me to prepare my self for the changing seasons and buy some old warm clothes from some old second hand clothing shop. Therefore, creativity doesn’t sleep.

Tweeting Echoes, Blistering Bullshit – Misleading perception

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Enjoy the joy…

Part XVI