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Soul of Words

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I have seen people saying,'' We have read this much books'.Thereclaim of reading any book may be enough to make them bookish but wehether thsi claim is enough to prove one's frirndfship with book,words,even the spaces between these words? I believe every word has a soul.our souls gerts conected with these words.And then these words become the part of our personality. Khaled Husseni's kite Runners is one of these books that cinnectw ith you.That teaches you humanity.Or something more,that something can only be comprehensed wthen you let soul to communicate with the words.When you have the courage of taking the responsibility that words hold. Dont just read book,but rather communicate with it.Let you soul fly with the words.

Some wayward thoughts

Its painful yet amazing that people those are really near to you how hide the things and manipulate matters in way that suit them.Being clever has nothing to do with being caring.A clever character can easily practice its tricks with loved ones.Such clever souls know how to create space for themselves but do not want to give space to you.. 

its complicated

Life is tough .Sometimes we find it beautiful yet it remains tough.I accept the challenge and get ready to erase this toughness and it becomes even more tough.i am tired.i cannot see blessings anymore.i want to cry but crying seems useless.i am giving up....................................

Poverty? What a cruel and strange phenomenon

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Living in poverty does not only assign one the title of POOR but also does change the definition of all the concepts and values for one.The concept of self reliance and self confidence be perished by Hunger and Disease.Today my maid told me that she had not eaten anything since morning .My fridge was almost empty as I was fasting and had no planning to cook anything till Iftar .(breaking of Fast).Anyhow i gave her few rupees.But what difference could they make?.By tomorrow ,her husband again will not be able to earn enough money and gain she will have to ask more money.In the way ,she will have to cross the threshold of self reliance for so many times till 1st of next month. Her poverty has also changed the meaning of gratitude for her.Despite my polite and somehow generous attitude,she keeps on telling me that this or that rich neighbors of mine are ready to pay this much money for the  same amount of work she does at my home.Sometime i feel irritated and call her opportunist but the

23rd of April and the time is 10:40 pm

Its 23rd of April and the time is 10:40 pm.Another day is approaching towards its end. I am free,free enough to think about the pace of time.Right now ,I don't have clock at any of the wall of my room.So,there is no tick-tick literally which could realize me the maneuvering of time.Yet my pulse is doing this job with its every throb. Altaf is late tonight.This software development is really unpredictable stuff .But soon he will be at home.Either we will watch movie or just will have a cup of tea.Then ,he will continue with his online lectures,and I will resume my reading. After few hours,my head will start feeling heavy and words will seem looking like mere black spots. I will set my pillow under my head ,and take a plunge in the valley of sleep just to get out again in the morning.A morning that will welcome me with a new day  having new identity ''24th of April''

Shadows

It is difficult to tell whether we are living in relations or in the shadow of them.Dark shadows that get nourished by manipulation and fake attitudes.These shadows are overwhelming and sneak in the spiritual realm like venom.How to get rid of these shadows?I need light,light of truth.

A joking epiteph

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He knew an hundred pleasant stories,  With all the turns of Whigs and Tories;  Was cheerful to his dying day,  And friends would let him have his way. He gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad,  And showed by one satiric touch,  No nation wanted it so much. Verses on the Death of Dr Swift

my faithful cup of tea

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I know it will never get tired of listening.It has been with me since my first acquaintance with cognitive process. It never makes fun of me neither do I feel hesitant sharing anything with it .It has witnessed my numerous tears and deep smiles.The moment I get hold of it,my soul feels flattered. my faithful cup of tea .

A Mindful Supporter of PTI

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 I am a supporter of PTI,not a blind follower but a mindful voter (inshAllah) who is much aware of party's weakness yet has ardent belief in the notion of change.The same notion that still sounds like a mere fairy- tale to many of the stubborn ears.But the same stubborn minds have forgotten that the change is the only constant phenomenon. Last few years, for me and for the whole Pakistani nation has been under the shadows of sheer violence,uncertainty,and disappointment.The brutalities of the time are too strong to let any soul to keep hope alive.There was a time when I used to debate against the idea of leaving the country and to get settled abroad.I was also against to the idea of leaving one's own native palce and of becoming a part of some alien culture that itself might not be ready to accept any helpless refugee. But the torrent of terrorist attacks,the rate of inflation,the depression caused by load shedding,and a series of strikes called by different sectors of the s

A happy Government of unhappy nation

Raja Pervaiz Aashraf last address prior to dissolve assembly,sounds like a happy note for depressed and stressed public.Who knows that the worst situation could be waiting ahead or the other way around?But why to think of the time yet to come.When our ruling elites do not ever think about future then why should we?Let's stay at present,and enjoy the notion,''Pakistan is free though momentarily''.But the bitter memories of last five years and the even more bitter aftermath scenario do not let me to enjoy this freedom.Apart of this , freedom is not complete yet.The great SHAREEF  Dynasty is not ready to leave the throne of Punjab. So ,let's enjoy this half freedom and hope for the best. As I am feeling free and contented like  most of the Pakistanis,now my mind can ponder upon different lately happened events.The way , Government celebrated its success of devouring at the blood and flesh of poor messes,is really astonishing to me.The way Raja Sahib did count

Let's Talk,a tribute to ''talking''

 I love talking.My words define my existence. These words are the proof that I watch,feel,think and have enough stamina to express whatever stimulates my insight.I strongly believe that nothing is useless enough to be ignored.So we can talk about ever thing.The topics for talking are as prevalent as the phenomenon of talking itself.I was told that I started walking when i was six months old.This abrupt move without any prerequisite like crawling made my family aware rather cautious of my presence.This prior to schedule act became the cause to make others realize about my presence,but when I started talking-many months after- I myself realized that I actually exist.Random arbitrary thoughts kept busy in skirmishes inside my brain,and my tongue kept busy in broadcasting these bubbling ideas.Soon after,this task was taken by my pen.My writings became a way to shape my thoughts ,and then communicating them.The initial title of 'Talkative'-though not good title to be proud about-

My Reason for Celebration

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      I am very calculated .yes,i keep remember all important dates of the life ,the dates deserved to be celebrated and the ones to be lamented as well.My late grand fathers's birthday,my mother,father and sister's birthday ,all dates are really important for me.After getting married ,the amount of dates of celebration tremendously increased .The day i met my husband,the day he purposed me,his birthday,our nikah's day,our wedding etc.Even i never forget the dates my husband fought me.He is kind of a person who is accustomed of forgetting.Keep remember dates and recalling same old events make him bore.But last night he gave me a surprise. Let me tell you people first that we both do not have any emotional attachment with 14th of Feb.As per I know that 14th of Feb was started celebrating by the people of medieval ages to diminish effect of one of the events of pagans' age.Neither the famous Saint valentine has ever been found involved in any romantic

Heading towards End

Today i will resumne my reading of the book''Blue is the color of heaven'' by Richard Loseby. i was with him when he started his journey from Trurkey  via kurdish villages and Iran to Afghan border. I always wanted to fibish this book in one sitting buyt my busy routine didnt allow me.Now i am heading towards end and feeling sad. i was with Richard back in 1989,what will happen once i will finish this book.My heart will surely ask for more thrills with the same auther.i have felt my soul wandering somewhere 23 years back.Most likely to  feel alient when will come back to 2013.

Politics,A favorite Brand

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I was never a student of political science neither it could ever attract me. I was, and am, a wandering poet who loves to imagine, remember, and express. There is nothing special in having poetic bend of mind. Every person in one or other phase of his/her life feels or imagine like a poet. But the  current confused, chaotic situation of Pakistan has changed the nature along with the general interests. The excess of political talk shows, and the endless efforts of politicians cum actors have changed the mindset of young, middle aged and old fellows all in a sudden. Geo, ARY, Express, AAJ, Dawn. and newly emerged news channels rule over the hearts of people but not there brains. I accept that I cannot help getting attracted by these news channels an talk shows. And the same is the case with everyone. We have analysts right among us. Now every Pakistani understands, evaluates and discuss .But besides bestowing this awareness, these news channels are themselves are getti