No, she ain't no cheat,
Don't call her an infidel,
For love is not planned.
All she ever wanted was warmth,
That smile on your face when you greeted her,
How she would've forgotten all the stress,
By just a few comforting words.
She ain't no infidel,
All she wanted was love.
So who do you blame this time?
Her insincerity or your negligence?
Don't call her an infidel,
Because you had what she wanted,
A few ounces of love,
A box full of warmth.
Where is she meant to go now?
Left with no option but take salvage in silhouettes,
So when you see her lips curling on someone else's thoughts.
Don't call her an infidel.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, April 7, 2011
She was born in black and white.
Chipping off her red nail paint,
Thinking about her beauty;
As vulnerable as her,
Breakable, fragile and trivial.
She knew she was born in black and white,
The hue of this world was not for her.
She wanted to be one of them,
Yearning for the sense of belongingness.
Caught by the tide of destiny,
Encircled with dreams.
Dreams of breaking free,
Dreams of being free.
Wanted to come to terms with herself,
She was blinded by the light around her.
Sharp, vivid, blinding.
Deafening, alluring, allusive.
Now she cries in that little room,
Yelling out that she was born in black and white.
The hue of the world stole her element,
She realised she never belonged.
But tell her if she knows not,
Her beauty was vulnerable.
Thinking about her beauty;
As vulnerable as her,
Breakable, fragile and trivial.
She knew she was born in black and white,
The hue of this world was not for her.
She wanted to be one of them,
Yearning for the sense of belongingness.
Caught by the tide of destiny,
Encircled with dreams.
Dreams of breaking free,
Dreams of being free.
Wanted to come to terms with herself,
She was blinded by the light around her.
Sharp, vivid, blinding.
Deafening, alluring, allusive.
Now she cries in that little room,
Yelling out that she was born in black and white.
The hue of the world stole her element,
She realised she never belonged.
But tell her if she knows not,
Her beauty was vulnerable.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Our demeaning little circle.
Hey,
There comes a time in your life when you have too much on your plate that you are just not able to decide where to head next. People say, the best decisions are those which are made at the spur of the moment. Wrong. At least, that has never been the case with me. Whenever I take decisions in haste, they always end up as a catastrophe. Don't blame my foresight for this, but this is the case with most of the people I believe.
Since I am jobless these days and currently spending my days within the four walls of my room, I get to think a lot. Well obviously, since I have nothing else to do, it's always better to contemplate. Now now, don't start thinking highly of me or start imagining me meditating, I just keep thinking about random stuff. Of how things and people hurt me in the past and why they did it. Even though, we don't want the same things in life, but the memories of past keep haunting us.
Although, being spiteful over the past is momentary but it does affect your future decisions too. We make this lens, through which we keep seeing and judging people. Let's not go too far and take an example of my own family. My family is a broadminded one and thinks much like any other Pakistani. They think, jumping on the bandwagon and following what the world is doing makes one liberal. I beg to differ. I believe liberalism is the embodiment of the idea of 'live and let live'. It doesn't necessarily mean you follow the pop culture or not.
Formerly, I used to think the same, to be honest. I used to label people. 'Abaya wali', 'daarhi wala' were one of the key labels. Why, as in why we keep judging people over their attire? We keep following the West, but always forget the culture there. Nobody bothers anyone else at all. Everyone takes care of their own business. Sadly, like the inception of Pakistan, Pakistanis are also a confused nation (patriots and nationalists please pardon me, I don't intend to say anything bad about Pakistan).
Why I said such a thing is because Pakistan was incepted solely on the idea of an independent state where Muslims can practice Islam freely, without anyone infringing. If that's the case, the half-naked lot of Pakistan should be lamented whereas people who follow Islam should be encouraged. Which is NOT the case at all. We discourage people who are staunch Muslims, we think they are good for nothing pea-heads and excuse me when I say, 'we are scared of them'. We think they are going to blow themselves up or maybe going to take you as hostage. So why are we on the rebound? Aren't we just too confused?
The other day me and my mother went into an argument over marrying a person who keeps a beard. My point of argument was very simple and to the point. Don't judge people with how they look, period. But my mother kept telling me that such people are extremists, they are this they are that, yadda yadda yadda. And my confrontation was only restricted to the point that not everyone's the same. Even people who call themselves as liberals are at times just liberal to themselves, they don't treat their wives that way.
At times, I become completely exasperated. Why can we just not let people do whatever they want to? I have seriously seen great people who are not religious at all and then I have also seen some staunch Muslims who are not good human beings at all. So why not we keep the prejudices aside and see in people more than what just meets the eye. Why can we just not live and let live?
There comes a time in your life when you have too much on your plate that you are just not able to decide where to head next. People say, the best decisions are those which are made at the spur of the moment. Wrong. At least, that has never been the case with me. Whenever I take decisions in haste, they always end up as a catastrophe. Don't blame my foresight for this, but this is the case with most of the people I believe.
Since I am jobless these days and currently spending my days within the four walls of my room, I get to think a lot. Well obviously, since I have nothing else to do, it's always better to contemplate. Now now, don't start thinking highly of me or start imagining me meditating, I just keep thinking about random stuff. Of how things and people hurt me in the past and why they did it. Even though, we don't want the same things in life, but the memories of past keep haunting us.
Although, being spiteful over the past is momentary but it does affect your future decisions too. We make this lens, through which we keep seeing and judging people. Let's not go too far and take an example of my own family. My family is a broadminded one and thinks much like any other Pakistani. They think, jumping on the bandwagon and following what the world is doing makes one liberal. I beg to differ. I believe liberalism is the embodiment of the idea of 'live and let live'. It doesn't necessarily mean you follow the pop culture or not.
Formerly, I used to think the same, to be honest. I used to label people. 'Abaya wali', 'daarhi wala' were one of the key labels. Why, as in why we keep judging people over their attire? We keep following the West, but always forget the culture there. Nobody bothers anyone else at all. Everyone takes care of their own business. Sadly, like the inception of Pakistan, Pakistanis are also a confused nation (patriots and nationalists please pardon me, I don't intend to say anything bad about Pakistan).
Why I said such a thing is because Pakistan was incepted solely on the idea of an independent state where Muslims can practice Islam freely, without anyone infringing. If that's the case, the half-naked lot of Pakistan should be lamented whereas people who follow Islam should be encouraged. Which is NOT the case at all. We discourage people who are staunch Muslims, we think they are good for nothing pea-heads and excuse me when I say, 'we are scared of them'. We think they are going to blow themselves up or maybe going to take you as hostage. So why are we on the rebound? Aren't we just too confused?
The other day me and my mother went into an argument over marrying a person who keeps a beard. My point of argument was very simple and to the point. Don't judge people with how they look, period. But my mother kept telling me that such people are extremists, they are this they are that, yadda yadda yadda. And my confrontation was only restricted to the point that not everyone's the same. Even people who call themselves as liberals are at times just liberal to themselves, they don't treat their wives that way.
At times, I become completely exasperated. Why can we just not let people do whatever they want to? I have seriously seen great people who are not religious at all and then I have also seen some staunch Muslims who are not good human beings at all. So why not we keep the prejudices aside and see in people more than what just meets the eye. Why can we just not live and let live?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
They used to say, dune bashing is not for me.
Hello people!
Day before yesterday I went to Desert safari with my sister and her husband. I forced them to go and chose desert safari instead of sea cruise. The reason? Well sea is so boring, specially when you're in the middle of it, on a boat and you just look forward to dinner! I mean it's perfectly romantic, but I couldn't be romantic in my sister and her husband's company, lol. So I chose adventure. And my choice paid off.
Initially, my sister was scaring me of how dreadful is the experience of dune bashing. How I will throw up time and again when the land cruiser goes up and down on the dunes. They even handed me some polythene bags so I don't end up with an embarrassing mess in the car! But to their shock and my amuse, I didn't vomit at all! Instead, I was having a lot of fun. I loved how dunes sent tickles through my gut, just the feeling that you get when you're on a ferris wheel or similar rides. It was amazing. And breathtaking too. I would gasp whenever the land cruiser would come to a steep position, scared to trip over. But the driver was trained and a professional. He would go zip-zap-zoom into the sand. Driving the car smoothly over the dunes, like a swan in a lake. Flawless.
So I'd like to tell all those people who think I am boring and not up for adventurous stuff -- lay off! :D
Day before yesterday I went to Desert safari with my sister and her husband. I forced them to go and chose desert safari instead of sea cruise. The reason? Well sea is so boring, specially when you're in the middle of it, on a boat and you just look forward to dinner! I mean it's perfectly romantic, but I couldn't be romantic in my sister and her husband's company, lol. So I chose adventure. And my choice paid off.
Initially, my sister was scaring me of how dreadful is the experience of dune bashing. How I will throw up time and again when the land cruiser goes up and down on the dunes. They even handed me some polythene bags so I don't end up with an embarrassing mess in the car! But to their shock and my amuse, I didn't vomit at all! Instead, I was having a lot of fun. I loved how dunes sent tickles through my gut, just the feeling that you get when you're on a ferris wheel or similar rides. It was amazing. And breathtaking too. I would gasp whenever the land cruiser would come to a steep position, scared to trip over. But the driver was trained and a professional. He would go zip-zap-zoom into the sand. Driving the car smoothly over the dunes, like a swan in a lake. Flawless.
So I'd like to tell all those people who think I am boring and not up for adventurous stuff -- lay off! :D
Friday, February 18, 2011
Coming back to life.
Having spent quite sometime in my cocoon, I finally decided to break the slumber and come up with a blog post. Thanks to Ahsan, who repeatedly reminded me of my unproductive attitude. This blog post is mainly going to be about what I am up to these days ...
Alright, so let's start with Natasha's newborn baby, Rayyan Shaikh. Officially the cutest carbon copy of Ahsan bhai(not the Ahsan I mentioned earlier, it's Natasha's husband this time). Anyway, I mostly spend my time these days playing with him and taking care of him. He does silly things which make me laugh my heart out. He would gaze at the roof and keep gazing until his eyes would not allow him to do so! Then when he's hungry, he wants his feed immediately. The funny part is, he doesn't even know how to cry. You know there are babies who are planning to rapture your eardrum every now and then. But this little guy doesn't even know how to properly cry. How cute.
And when you give him the bottle, he would spend the first few seconds, working up his head in order to fish the bottle. And then when he finally has it, he's so desperate to drink it. He wants to finish the milk in one go, literally. But then you have to pull out the bottle to burp him and mostly he'd regurgitate the milk on your shoulder or your back. That's cute too, at times only.
I am in UAE these days, racing from Sharjah to Dubai and Dubai to Sharjah to the residence of two of my sisters respectively. Both my sisters are darling, I must mention here. They take really good care of me. But at times, I get homesick. Then I goto the balcony and stand there for sometime. Still. Grasping the way of life here. People leading there lives as some marathon. Rushing to get something. I don't know what? So busy in their own worlds that they do not really bother what's happening around them. Totally apathetic. Not batting their eyelids. Going straight, like models on the ramp, indifferent to the crowd. I sometimes wonder if I'd be able to find my niche here. If I'd be able to materialize my dream of working here into a reality or not. Would I be able to match to their thresholds?
I guess I wouldn't mind though. Because Karachi -- where I come from, is quite a busy city too. With a lot of hullabaloo going on all the time. But life in Karachi varies. It's like, you can find your own place where you can get time to kneel down, relax, take a deep breath and further go on with your daily routine. Here, I guess, life doesn't give a chance to relax (to those who are working). Life is demanding here.
But there are good things too, like the Mamzar beach and the 'zafrani' tea or the mint chocolate chips ice cream at Baskin Robbins or a walk at Qasbah.
I have been planning to buy a good camera since so many days. A proper DSLR, to mention. I want to capture all these moments in my lens. Life at its best, frozen. You can roll them time and again, without worrying about the uncertainties of life. Who knows what happened to the person later when the picture was taken? The moment itself is lived and stored in the lens. Immortal. It's fun taking pictures.
Anyway, I hope I'd be able to blog regularly after this one. Hopefully everyday! (InshAllah)
Alright, so let's start with Natasha's newborn baby, Rayyan Shaikh. Officially the cutest carbon copy of Ahsan bhai(not the Ahsan I mentioned earlier, it's Natasha's husband this time). Anyway, I mostly spend my time these days playing with him and taking care of him. He does silly things which make me laugh my heart out. He would gaze at the roof and keep gazing until his eyes would not allow him to do so! Then when he's hungry, he wants his feed immediately. The funny part is, he doesn't even know how to cry. You know there are babies who are planning to rapture your eardrum every now and then. But this little guy doesn't even know how to properly cry. How cute.
And when you give him the bottle, he would spend the first few seconds, working up his head in order to fish the bottle. And then when he finally has it, he's so desperate to drink it. He wants to finish the milk in one go, literally. But then you have to pull out the bottle to burp him and mostly he'd regurgitate the milk on your shoulder or your back. That's cute too, at times only.
I am in UAE these days, racing from Sharjah to Dubai and Dubai to Sharjah to the residence of two of my sisters respectively. Both my sisters are darling, I must mention here. They take really good care of me. But at times, I get homesick. Then I goto the balcony and stand there for sometime. Still. Grasping the way of life here. People leading there lives as some marathon. Rushing to get something. I don't know what? So busy in their own worlds that they do not really bother what's happening around them. Totally apathetic. Not batting their eyelids. Going straight, like models on the ramp, indifferent to the crowd. I sometimes wonder if I'd be able to find my niche here. If I'd be able to materialize my dream of working here into a reality or not. Would I be able to match to their thresholds?
I guess I wouldn't mind though. Because Karachi -- where I come from, is quite a busy city too. With a lot of hullabaloo going on all the time. But life in Karachi varies. It's like, you can find your own place where you can get time to kneel down, relax, take a deep breath and further go on with your daily routine. Here, I guess, life doesn't give a chance to relax (to those who are working). Life is demanding here.
But there are good things too, like the Mamzar beach and the 'zafrani' tea or the mint chocolate chips ice cream at Baskin Robbins or a walk at Qasbah.
I have been planning to buy a good camera since so many days. A proper DSLR, to mention. I want to capture all these moments in my lens. Life at its best, frozen. You can roll them time and again, without worrying about the uncertainties of life. Who knows what happened to the person later when the picture was taken? The moment itself is lived and stored in the lens. Immortal. It's fun taking pictures.
Anyway, I hope I'd be able to blog regularly after this one. Hopefully everyday! (InshAllah)
Friday, January 7, 2011
What tickles my head.
Hey everyone,
Every now and then, life plays games. Perhaps its God's way of telling you to wake up and smell the coffee. Life keeps you on your toes. It's good in a way actually. Rather than being an unproductive person, lying/sleeping at home all day long, it's better to be tangled in things.
I, on the other hand, am very unproductive these days. I have my viva tomorrow which marks the end of my academics, and I am not working anywhere at the moment. So it doesn't gratify me to sleep all day long, wake up at odd timings, have breakfast when everyone else is done and lag for the remaining day. It's so sad actually.
It sort of instills the feeling of depression in me. Although I don't want to be depressed at all, definitely. A few days back, I wrote a blog entitled 'life hurts'. I am still in the feel of it. Although the incident has happened, everything is said and done, I still feel I should have gone an extra mile to prove what I am. I dislike myself for this actually. I take decisions and later on I regret. In this case, not that I could even do something, but I am still lost. Had I had a motivational cue, I would have surely discussed the matters with him. But I couldn't quite get a chance. Hhhh. Too much vagueness for now.
I have this other thing that is bothering me for long. I have always wanted to live a life of my own. To live free as a bird, to be on my own. Not really isolated and alone, but independent. Such a life has always inspired me. Ever since I was young, I wanted to complete my studies living in some dorm. Sometimes, I want to break free. I wish I could roam around freely.
Anyway, now I have a plan in my mind, I want to achieve this goal. I want to live and work independently before I end up getting married. I wish I could do that actually. I want to work for a good newspaper. Prove my worth as a journo and live and love my life.
There are just too many things that are tickling my mind at the moment. I just want them to fall at the right place and be beneficial for me.
Every now and then, life plays games. Perhaps its God's way of telling you to wake up and smell the coffee. Life keeps you on your toes. It's good in a way actually. Rather than being an unproductive person, lying/sleeping at home all day long, it's better to be tangled in things.
I, on the other hand, am very unproductive these days. I have my viva tomorrow which marks the end of my academics, and I am not working anywhere at the moment. So it doesn't gratify me to sleep all day long, wake up at odd timings, have breakfast when everyone else is done and lag for the remaining day. It's so sad actually.
It sort of instills the feeling of depression in me. Although I don't want to be depressed at all, definitely. A few days back, I wrote a blog entitled 'life hurts'. I am still in the feel of it. Although the incident has happened, everything is said and done, I still feel I should have gone an extra mile to prove what I am. I dislike myself for this actually. I take decisions and later on I regret. In this case, not that I could even do something, but I am still lost. Had I had a motivational cue, I would have surely discussed the matters with him. But I couldn't quite get a chance. Hhhh. Too much vagueness for now.
I have this other thing that is bothering me for long. I have always wanted to live a life of my own. To live free as a bird, to be on my own. Not really isolated and alone, but independent. Such a life has always inspired me. Ever since I was young, I wanted to complete my studies living in some dorm. Sometimes, I want to break free. I wish I could roam around freely.
Anyway, now I have a plan in my mind, I want to achieve this goal. I want to live and work independently before I end up getting married. I wish I could do that actually. I want to work for a good newspaper. Prove my worth as a journo and live and love my life.
There are just too many things that are tickling my mind at the moment. I just want them to fall at the right place and be beneficial for me.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I am famous!
Hey minions :p,
Today, in an attempt to find my blog, my sister typed in the keywords 'Sidrah Moiz Khan' and she told me wow Sidrah you're so famous :p. It means, technically, if people Google my name, they will exactly get me. Another 'feel good' element haha.
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