Saturday, November 01, 2008

You got to play - Revisited



Islam prohibits gambling. Actually, it prohibits a lot of things. I follow Islam as long as it doesn't hinder my expedition for adventure and allows me to chase my imaginations. Well, illusions most of the time. Now taking in no account of what impressionists and pseudo-intellectuals might say about this, I must say the Islam I follow encourages the search, the logic, and the adventure. Yes, alright but does it allow gambling? Well encouraging is another thing but it certainly doesn't prohibit. Not just gambling but anything. It believes in something like "Go check it out your self!!"...


Gambling can be like living. In gambling, there is just one action leading to a series of repercussions and aftermaths. You might play well, you might not. You might win, you might not! Whether it is lusciously kissing diva or scrupulously hitting security, everything lasts for some tiny edges of time. It’s so ironically amazing. When you are gaming and you have put everything on stake, the wheel stops in just few seconds deciding everything that is going to happen next. The action which segregates and then eliminates the losers from the winners is extremely short-lived and yet incredibly precise. It seems that as the gamblers bet for their lives, the wheel just keeps on playing a much safer game. “Pick The Odd One Out!” I constantly feel that we are gambling with life itself on stake. Choosing career, choosing mate, crossing road, riding bike, there are no tallies how many times in our lives we actually game. Yes, we might be meticulous of the action but just like gambling, the deciding action is very short lived and we are completely unaware of what is coming next. But we play, don’t we? And surely somewhere, somebody is playing that safer game… pick the odd one out!!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Hmmmm.. Yeah!

I just want you to know who I'm...


I just want YOU to know who I'm...





I just want you to know WHO I'M...

Monday, October 20, 2008

Cold playing sohawa!


I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain

Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world


October 15th 6:25 PM, Peer Sohawa, Islamabad
Viva La Vida... all the way!

Friday, September 26, 2008

Yellow


I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all "Yellow",

I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all...
Coldplay- Yellow

Thursday, September 25, 2008

You're allowed

He was all dressed up and I, in casuals. He was smoking and I, I was just watching those puffs rolling and thawing between us.

"You know this place is so quiet"

"Quiet? What?... man this place is damn earsplitting! Yeh chutiyeh apni bak bak band hi nahin kartey"

"Freedom of Expression bari behanchod cheez hai bhai"

"Hahaha! Haan par Expression of Freedom ka kiya?"

"Expression of Freedom?? Hain?"



"Abay saala light chaley gayi"

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If I ask a question, its not necessary that you come up with a relevant answer. Expression of Freedom should allow you to say anything. If my girlfriend decides to sleep with someone outside my knowledge, freedom allows her to do so. Can I stop her? Can I blame? If a group of vandals decide to beat the hell out of me, what can I do? I can't stop them! Expression of Freedom should allow them to beat me. If a sparrow shits on me, all I can do is swab it off. If a dog bites me, I can just take off my shirt to get those 14 something injections. If a baby decides to pee on me, I can't clutch his smallish dick and stop him from doing so. Its his freedom and you know its 'innocently wet and warm'. If people laugh at me, they should be allowed to laugh, if they cry, no one should try to console them. If someone wants to, he can dance at my funeral and should be fully allowed to do so.


Freedom is such a dangerous expression. Its inherent but rare. One has to surpass junctions like Act, React, Accept and Neglect to reach it. And one has complete freedom to decide where does he fall.

Friday, September 26th,2008
1:25 AM

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Inspiration...




Allah Ke Bandey Hanss Dey..
Jo Bhi Ho Kal Phir Aayega...








One of the most inspirational pictures I've seen in a long, long time.

Thrusday, 11th September,2008
1:59 AM

Monday, September 08, 2008

As Winners


You want to win, don't you?


Competitions all around offer three closely related but immensely original choices. You win it, you lose it or you survive. When you lose it you don't really have the choice, but if you choose to lose, then the competition isn't for you. Even survival is such a negative word. I believe its just another form of losing. Why should someone with survival in his mind enter the game? And spoil it. If one merely wants to hang, hang out somewhere else. Competition is for the leaders. For those who want to win.


Losers and survivors can't take anything away from the winners. Winners are decided way before the game. And regardless of the result, they stay as winners. Winning is an attitude. A way of living. Winners evolve from burning heat of their desires. From the relentlessness of their thoughts. From turbulence of their manners. From passion, from madness, from longing, from yearning.


Winners are beyond competition. They compete with themselves. They are the one to lead. They are The Face of the Future.