Heavenly Muse

I have been talking since the moment it’s even difficult for one to understand words. But I have talking since that part of my life. During childhood I loved to talk about almost every type of matter. I memorized the name of some politician and amazed the listener by the information I gathered from news and from the conversation with my grandfather. Though it was not completely a wise talk yet it enough wise one it came from a five years old girl. I always stored a number of historical incidents and narrated them according to the situation.My huge storage of jokes and quotations made my talk even more interesting .I remember I was the most famous student in school and university. Not because of my wisdom or intelligence just because of my TALK.(A true talkative lady J ) Well then time took usual turn as it supposed to at certain period of my life. I disconnected myself from academic life and become house dwelling girl. I have more or less the same sort of knowledge with more polished...

He died today; who? It’s not even necessary to mention. People are making joy in America. They are rightful doing this. People with extremist bent of mind must be feeling sorry for Laden’s killing. People having moderate ideas must be having sighed of relief. What will be the aftermath? People in Pakistan are apparently relived with this incident but actually afraid of America‘s next move regarding Pakistan and Taliban residing areas. America has authority .He has right to write nations’ fate. So they all have same question in their eyes How many drones there will be in the celebration of this successful maneuver? How many suicide attacks there will in Pakistan in the revenge of laden’s death as Pakistan does not prove to be safe place for him How many more people will die? How many ………………….. Not being a Muslim, neither being a Pakistani, I think of it hundreds of time being a Human being ‘’Humans planned, humans are trained to kill, Humans design a killing plot h...

I always try to personify any feeling by explaining them in terms of tangible human behavior. Though it’s weird yet it works. As it become easy for me to mend myself .As last night I was thinking about the feeling of jealousy .I was trying to portray what exactly happens while a person becomes the victim of such a poisonous emotion. Then it reminds me that when I caught the infection of chicken pox at the age of 4, there was sheer itching on my face. But my mother asked me not to rub that itching spots as it would ruin my face. She told me to be patient as once the infection would be cured so thus the itching. Then I came to the conclusion that jealousy is like a constant itching. Every time you feel it, you want to rub yourself .Friction produced heat. Itching boils down for a moment. But it again appears. Constant rubbing reddens your skin and then there appear scars. Scars continue to exist for few days and left behind constant mark. The force you invest in rubbing your own ski...

I am feeling so empty today as if I am having no control over anything happening around. Then following few lines seemed of doing a catharsis of my perplex condition. “ All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty . ” Ezra Pound

It is a general course of life that one keeps learning and changing one’s personality with the passage of time. Times changes, personality changes and so the behavior .I used to think that it would happen to me as well. And this natural embracing of mature ways of life keeps me safe from making same mistake again and again .It will bring gravity and sagacity to my personality and I would no longer be the same old bewildered Arooj who would want to express herself but then would hold her words aback with a wish that the listener might understand her silent pain. I still remember that after my fist week of school, my teacher said to me mother, ‘your daughter never weeps loudly, and she just sat and heaves sighs .that is something very uncommon in the children of this age. My mother did not believe as I was very bold child at home. Very confident and brave one. But it started happening in the later years of my childhood. I would speak alot,would share my bookish knowledge with...

Flood, diseases, inflation, unexpected problems, family issues, and study’s matter .My mind had been mingling with such kind of stuff from the last two months. The prevailing pain in my surrounding did not let me to turn on my PC .The reality was so bitter that that I could not find any words to flourish my blog. Sometimes facts make us dumb and miseries do not let us play with the idealistic world of abstract words. Though I am not directly the victim of flood, yet I can feel the causes, effects and aftermath situations. The insensitivity of human race not only snatched the essence of humanity but also invited the wrath of divine hand. Well……………………..I am here to say hello AFTER A LONG ABSENCE to those who felt my absence and even those who do not even know about my existence J .

sometime in life we came across with dark night without even a single glimpse of moon and shimmering stars,still we believe that soon there will be a shiny day. sometimes in life there comes such a wildest autumn that all trees get deprived of leaves and trunk looks lifeless,still we believe there will be spring with chirping birds and colorful flowers. Sometimes we meet rude people uttering sour words with sarcastic tone ,still we believe there will be some sincere friendly will be waiting for us standing in the next stop. Sometimes sheer pain surround all whole body and legs seizes to move,still we believe that soon there will be an active current that make us move again. sometimes we lost all loved ones accidentally still we believe that there will be a miracle that brings some caring hands for us. Look such type of sometimes surround our whole life but a mere Strong believe keep us alive.

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh. Robert Bolt