Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
1) Kanye West - Flashing Lights ft Dewle
2) Friday - Rebecca Black
3) Joe Jonas - See no More
4) Greyson Chance - Unfriend You
5) Ellie Goulding - Starry Eyed
There are actually two versions of this song, the UK Version and the US Version. Here's the Original Version of the song.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
When life puts forward opportunities, we are not always in affirmative to avail just what the doctor ordered. We might as well waste them. We do, sometimes. But those who avail these openings are not always worth gaining them. For this reason, in both the situations life muddles us up. Whether we purpose those opportunities or not, we are intertwined with the perplex state of fate. Fate; several people believe in fate and some don't, whereas some people believe more than anything in fate. Do we? Or don't we? Shall we? Or shan't we? Could we? Or can't we? In my perception, people never really know what they believe in, or not, until they are made to. We can't believe in love, unless we fall in love. Similarly we can't believe in paranoia unless we face some. Also, we can't believe in fate unless we've had a piece of it. Hence, the question in the end is, would we be able to believe? Or won't we.
Alas! We can't answer that either, because, we can't answer all the questions in our life. Some subjects are not meant to be got to the bottom of, because, if we don’t leave those unanswered questions as they are, we would be unable to have confidence in fate. No matter how delusional that might sound, it is accurate. People fear fate; they dread the fact of it contributing in their lives. So, we try harder and harder to build that block which stands steady when our plans fall back. We christen it "The Backup Plan". Whereas, the fact is, no matter how much we deem we are adequate enough to not let fate entangle its nematocysts with our life, we fail. We always do. Not that failure is bad, but failure isn't good either, to certain parts of our beliefs (if we have some that is), to be unambiguous, it is so not first-rate for our Ego.
It is almost a cliché now; taking chances, breaking down and letting go. But sometimes, we have to be the avant garde of pushing aside the dilemma of mankind. Don't we? We all are bona fide when it comes to presence, but are we front runners when it comes to exchanging blows with the angst of loss.
“We pray, we have faith, we let go, we become strong, we guard down, we build up, we become twisted, but in the end, we’re the same because we have a heart and a soul, we just don’t use them the same way.”
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
There's a time when you sit down and think, it doesn't matter that you're thinking about, what matters is, whether you're responding to your surrounding and the environment or not, while your lost in those thoughts. Deep while you're drowning, those sensory nerves of yours are picking up scents, signals and radiations, both positive and negative. You're entire life is affected by the way you sense things. Sixth sense or not! You know that your life has many vital atoms in it. These atoms make up the rain drops as they hit the surface of your skin, they form the cold breeze when you walk out your front door and above all they create those moving live bodies of flesh around you.
You know, once and for all we decide those human bodies are meant to be there, as without them no theory can be bought. But then there are people who form the most important part of your life, yet are a cause of making it the specified non worthy and unwanted part, a side without which you would prefer to exist, as they make you feel uncomfortable both from the inside and the outside. These are the parasites, who would stay by your side for the sole reason to fulfill their needs as long as they can, leaching off everything they want, by fair or unfair means, mostly you wouldn't be needing them, but ironically they are amongst the bricks of the important wall, remember? Yeah, so when one reaches for them, one realizes that the hand which stretched out to be held, actually just stirred the empty mass of hallucination.
The faces have every bit of delusional innocence which has nothing what so ever to do with their hypocrite minds, minds which are diverted from one track of thinking to another by complete annexation of the third party which takes over their thoughts and their evolution. Faces which are covered with smiles like those of the parrots which coordinate with the bagpiper's instrumental black magic. Those bloody fake smiles, making a fool out of you. Making you believe that they are meant for your soul's enjoyment, in contrast to which they are actually nothing but phonies. Imitations of art that are meant to delude further of your minds. Smiles which are meant to screw the heck out of your trust. When revealed are nothing but complete acts of phony.
But what about the eyes? Do they lie too? No they don't. The fiends that lie behind those eyes are always detected by true searchers of trustworthy souls. The searchers whose hearts are over flowing with the desire to gain success in building their own Utopians. Their search begins through the eyes. They validate the brows at first, the bends in them, the curves, the twists, the turns, the frowning ones and the calm ones. Then the pointer moves towards the eyes. This target leads them to the conclusion of their search.
All in all we are always surrounded by people who matter and the ones who don't. After every trial we return home, take of our shoes, stretch our arms and legs, and relax, as if the term really exists. Lie down, close our eyes and fall asleep with the hope that maybe in the morning, may be when the sun rises and may be when we open our eyes again, we might get an answer, we might succeed in gaining that one person we want, that one human we desire, that one soul we want to draw out to our satisfaction.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Maybe it’s not necessary for us to have everything we want, no matter how much we push for it sometimes ironically destiny doesn't favor the brave or even the feeble. People around us feed upon our reactions. Why provide those parasites a source of pleasure? Maybe, it’s just us who are wrong. Maybe Hardy was totally right, when he believed that our fate is in the hands of an evil power that never lets us better ourselves. But what about others then? Do they feel the same way, when it comes to them, like we do? Only if they understood, only if they felt what we feel, only if they were able to bring out the best part of us, but aren’t we alike when it comes to understanding? Tempted by our demons, flourished by the lies we feed upon, living our lives as if nothing matters. How far can we go, without the ones we love, without the things we love and without the theories we believe? What about those regrets we reminisce when we look back in time and see how we have messed up our lives.
Suddenly, they whisper in our ear “mark my words, lies are everywhere, refine your search and nurture your site through discrete optimism or not”, could it possibly be true? What they said, what they whispered instead. Could it harm our ego? What if we were able to love forever and what if we weren’t? What if we taught someone how to love and what if we taught someone how to live?
Learning that you’re different from others is easy but realizing it is an uphill task. When losing the ones we love or the ones that loved us once, a thought strikes the key note of the plot of our life, we discover that all we went through was for nothing but disenchantment. We hear them once again, “You’ve lost the war. Who cares? Prepare for the battle”. What if we were unable to fight the battle, what if we had already lost everything a long time ago? What if the spell has been caste already?
But then again loyalty is repaid with disillusionment too, isn’t it? Turning back the pages to the draft pad of our conscience, there exist those differences which we created. This strangeness itself is bizarre, the demons laugh, oh well! Maybe it’s just the way we were socially conditioned when being socialized. We pause, continue and then pause again. Trying to figure out every fucking time we confront damage, maybe the hatred has been injected by our own loved ones, deep under the skin right into our bones.
The guards are up, we can’t let anyone in now can we? Weren’t those three wonderful days better then the regretful life we’re having now, acting strong, being tough, hurting more and more as life brings us closer to realities, avenging people, killing feelings and making others believe that we are worth nothing but gnawing ginger. The answer to the entire smoldering thought of ours wouldn’t result in an ecstasy rather it’s better when left unchecked. They didn’t say “fail and forget” they said “fail and revise”, which is why we leave the thought to flourish for a little bit linger, to seek an answer which would satisfy our soul someday, when figured.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The turn of phrase “Aim High and You’ll Reach the Sky” is misinterpreted by almost everyone. Let’s ignite the engine and drive towards a scenario of bringing out, what’s brought within. What exactly do you get when I express “Aim High”, may be a perplex image? Or may be a plan? But ‘aim’, is the bottom line of life. There are two basic rules of living a meaningful life, 1) Having a definite chief aim and 2) achieving the accolade with self-confidence. Let us think out of the box. Having an aim is like setting off on a journey, which might not be travelled in the best of the medium, but a journey worth suffering for. But that’s just part A, there is a part B as well, phrased as “Setting your aim/goal”. This part B isn't just a boondoggle; instead it is the same as for differentiating between a dreamer and a doer. It leads us towards the factor of SUCCESS. Hence, when I express ‘Aim high’, then I do too ‘and you’ll reach the sky’. As it is said “No dream comes true until you wake up and go to work”
When you have an aim, than reaching the sky isn't really necessarily easy. It’s not like you just sit in a catapult and hurl towards the sky by pulling the string. An aim brings confidence; confidence brings power and with power comes great responsibility. Pakistan is a living and exemplary monument of Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah, a man whose untiring efforts, strong will, and fearless courage lead him towards achieving his aim, which was to fight for the rights of the Muslims to getting them an independent state, he exerted all that he could. What was the result? We switched from a herd of homeless inadequate people to a nation of cultured and self determined citizens. Many of you might say ‘pfft! No we haven’t’, but be as macro as winning a state or as micro as winning a competition we are always ready to rebel our intuitions. At least we could try and color the remaining half of the big picture that Quaid-e-Azam drew for us. How many of you have a big picture in your mind? It’s another day another dawn, you know. Mr. Adolf Hitler once said
“Only those who are passionate themselves can arouse passion in others”
Working further on part B and coloring the picture, there has to be a road map, because setting our goal while aiming high is intangible. But the road map set, no matter big or small, is always tangible. What, matters is that you picked up the first crayon. Call me crazy, but small things matter a lot, because of if you think that something small can’t make a difference, try going to sleep with a mosquito in the room.
I’d rather you say, “I have an aim, but I fear” instead of saying, “I have fear but no aim”, therefore, we need to glide our sleeves against the fogged up glass and bring forth the avant garde vision of ours. Let’s take an example of a 19 year old boy, named Mark Zuckerberg. He had a dream of starting a social network. He began operating it within his university, the Harvard University. But that wasn't enough; he then brought it on the state level. Which still wasn't enough; he then brought it on the country level. Nuh-uh! Still wasn't enough. Today me, you and the entire world is a part of his dream which became a reality. We are a part of Facebook. One thing is to be kept in mind, “Aiming high is an entrepreneur’s pride” J
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Not vexing the perspective further and elaborating the stand point, we are presented with the reasons behind other familiar acts of dreadful self judgment and past analyses. There are basically two reasons for not being able to appreciate, what one has achieved. One, the inability of recognizing self achievement and second, the inability of accepting the former one. To which the translation is “Illiteracy”.
We have always been asked, “How much of education have you got?” or “Have you done Masters or Bachelors?” I bet you have too, at job interviews, at marriage proposals and at new promotional stages of life. Everywhere, I see people answering with dignity and poise, “Yes sir, I have a degree of Masters in Philosophy” or “Yes madam, I have attained a bachelor’s degree in Science”. But what I have always wanted to ask them is, “How much have these degrees helped you practically?”
What is education? No matter how perfectly one defines it, it still appears as a perplex designation in the mind. As verified etymologically, “to bring out, what’s brought up” and “to bring forth what’s within”. In Pakistan, out of the total population of 169,708,303 (Est. 2009), 45% are literate and the remaining, Lord knows how, are surviving. The people who are luckily literate are unfortunately under the title of “The Literate Illiterates”, a term which is popularly known as “Parhay Likhay Jahil” in Urdu.
In Pakistan, people have a tendency to make a big deal out of everything, so why not let it be education. Hence, in Pakistan when a thief is elected as the head of the state, by us, we call it our ‘education’. When a coward slave is subject to the post of the head of the government we call it our ‘freedom to vote’ and when a bunch of feudals are held responsible for running the affairs of the state and it’s provinces we call it ‘Literacy’. And at the end we grumble about our government. Sweet Niblets! Who are we kidding? (Nayy America didn’t really barge in, this time).
All we care about is how many schools are built in how many areas, or how many children go to school in different areas, or how many institutions are affiliated with which good universities. These concerns suite thoughts, which arise from a soul which is rather distinct and fed upon well. Educational Institutions in Pakistan are advancing dummies scooped up with material which is rote learned and then erased periodically. Every day, students attend school with an idea of rote learning things which they are provided with, rather than attending the classes with an initiative of learning through level-headedness and practicality. As it is truly said
“One of the things that may get in the way of people being lifelong learners is that they’re not in touch with their passion. If you’re passionate about what it is you do, then you’re going to be looking for everything you can to get better at it” - Jack Canfield
Hence, if we want to set forth an aim we have to be the guardians of our ambitions, not captives of our fears. We shall confront a bitter truth rather than living a noble lie. Therefore, while we stand as the protectors of our aims we shall keep in mind that we shall guard ourselves against ourselves. As Juvenal sets off,
“Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?” translates to, "Who watches the watchmen?”