Yaarey!

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Nothing can be compared to it! Nothing.

22nd Decemeber, 2007. 2nd day of Eid!

Time: 4:30 AM

Venue: Jahangir terrace!

Sunday!

Sunday nights! They have a funny name no? "Sun-Day-Nights"? I think saturday nights are far sunnier than sunday nights. Sunday nights do have sun in their name, but then "Naam mei kia rakha hai"! They are all too gloomy, lethargic and quiet. Quietness prior storm. Night prior Monday. Well not exactly are they quiet, but putting the feel of them in words is a tricky job to do. Scheduling stuff, ironing clothes, completing assignments, family get togethers... ahhhh! In a normal Sunday Night , the day is to sleep and the night is to get things ready! *yawnss*

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"baby baby yes MamAaa! eating Shuugar no maMaa.. Open ur mouth Hahaha"!!!

"1,2,3,4,5,8,9,10"......

" a for apple.. b for ball.. c for cat... d for??? doggyyyy...."

This is all I keep on listening throughout the day. Well..! My 2 year old nephew takes amazing pride in teaching me , "Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Sunday"!!

Wow! Such a week is soooooooooooooo desirable! just have a second look at it. 5 days a week plus 2 sundays!!! And two sun-day-nights! And being a Pakistani, I 've the ultimate privilege of enjoying a "half day" on fridays! so its like 2.5 days working and 2.5 days off!! Ultimate...!

Let us all sing that old 'feel good' song "Bachey maan ke sachey....."

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If life is a week long, I wish to die before sunday morning!

Being Beautiful...

I kept on staring at this picture for very long. Trying to comprehend which emotion or emotions does this picture exactly portray? Desire or Anger? Seclusion or Seduction?... Self defense or Self detestation? What is she exactly yearning for? Love? Lust? Sex? Salvation? Escape?

No. Words can not simplify her.

She is indeed extremely beautiful. And this picture is certainly one of the finest I've seen in some time. The multitude of emotion, the UN-identified sensation do exemplify my concept of beauty to an extent. Beauty [to me] is dimension less. It doesn't mean it has nothing to say, but it says so much, it has so many distinctive yet complementing dimensions that it produces a sensation that talks with the purity. That motion less purity mesmerizes and takes you the the point from where every emotion stretches it's delicate arms and embraces the seeker. Amazing it is. We so easily keep on missing that point all our lives.

Beauty is not about color. It's not about how you look. It's doesn't care about how "in-shape" you are or how well dressed. But beauty in it's truest lies in the bluntness of emotions. In the roughness of expression. It exists in the sensations. Not just in face, but it resides in every movement of your existence. Every part of your body, every thought of your mind, every feel of your heart produces a vibe. Something that is worth feeling. Something that is beautiful. Something that is magical.

I want to find that beauty in every mortal I meet. I want to feel that bluntness. That rawness. And the day when someone would find beauty in me, well... I'd take that someone to coffee!! :)

Noor.

Monday, January 21, 2008

1:13 AM

Is writing my hobby?

Being a person who loves to observe and absorb, it's difficult to restrain the self from expression. So here I am. But I still maintain on what I decided few days ago. From now on, I won't be writing anything about my life or certain emotional leakages. No more blog soaking. But nevertheless, the chases and observations are going to be mine. The 'Chasing' continues... Probably, for people like me, there is just no end to the quest. The search. The Chase. But I'm happy. Since I know it's me.

[Year 2007] -Me-Life-Flavors-

It's the last day today. 2007 is over. Time to celebrate? Well, certainly not! It's a time to mourn for the whole nation since the "Daughter of the Nation" has passed away. But in midst of all this sadness and monotonous whining, I feel strange. All this is very familiarly strange! In a country where more then 100 men die everyday without leaving a trace, a country where [I don't know] how many daughters and mothers get assaulted everyday, burned everyday... People of such a country should be ready for this type of "traumas" and "mourning"! no? Are we really used to mourning? And frankly speaking, somehow I don't know why should I feel sad for her? Yes! She was a strong woman, Yes! She was the daughter of Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto [I don't know who he was and how he was BTW! But I do know he was the one who teared apart that papery something in the Security Council.. He is "The Man"]... Why should I stop working because she died? Few days back, a 4 year old son of our household maid was crushed to death by a reckless, drunk truck driver.. I didn't stop working that day. Nor did I mourn! Oh c'mon don't tell me that poor child didn't go oxford or Harvard and wasn't a "strong willed" child!

But I feel sad. Probably for this city. Because I belong to this city. Probably watching cars burn, people shouting and darkened streets make me depressed. God Bless! --

Khair, lets move on. Year 2007 has been different for me. If I had to compactly sum it up in one word, it would be "Life". Yes! 2007 has been like a whole life... going up, going down, achieving, losing, laughing, crying... love, ignorance, anger, jealousy, spiritual.. LIFE!

[I had orignially written a lot of emotional stuff about the year but now I feel my emotions just don't matter! So.. sab khattam!]

Noor.

Monday, December 31st,2007

2:04 AM

Edited on Thrusday, 3rd Jan, 2008

Exams and Infections [With a Difference]

Exams are on. Is it a bad news? Oh I 've another news for you... I got ill twice, in last week or so. Firstly, it was a malarial infection. and it was my 'computer's' [subject] paper. It was a semi-disaster! It wasn't completely a disaster as I would InshaAllah get decent marks, but then it was a subject of my strength and like- ability. So calling it a semi-disaster would be okay, no? Well, Then, it's my 'management' paper tomorrow and guess what I 've got this time? My very own 'throat infection'. People who know me do know this very thing about me. My love for my throat. Or we should say, my abhorrence for my throat as I get it infected again n again n againnnnnnnn.... But one thing is for sure. In all this time of uncertainty and murkiness [some other dimensions of my life], this very old same throat infection makes me believe that I'm still the very same. That old lil infected bastard!! It still makes me suffer the same way it used to do some three years ago or may be even before that or may be since always. And it makes me realize that no matter time has changed the way I feel different things now, atleast *atleast* I can still feel this throaty 'interfering' infection, the same way. So does that mean this infection is a blessing? Well... CERTAINLY NOT!

Well... besides being sick most of the time, I'm studying alot these days. Obviously, since exams are on. As I wrote in my last entry, I'm working or living like a robot. Waking up 9 in the morning, then 11-6 belongs to university [quite often goes till 8 or 9] then home, eat, computer and zzzzzZZZ. I' m not saying I'm working alot these days, certainly I'm not. But pata nahin... during days, studying, in bus, gazing, junking... I realize that this is not me. I don't belong to this robotic schedules and robotic people. I was somewhere else. With someone else. Going somewhere else. Pata nahi... I love this too.. but..

Khair, life is going on and so 'm I. Two days back, while I was talking to a friend about my favourite time in a day and my love for winter nights, I suddenly caught the oxymoronity of the expression I just made. I caught myself saying, "I love winter nights since they are lonngg. I can do alot of work then..." WHAT? Welll, a reactive comment was quite obvious on this weird thought. "NoorrrRR!!!??? Winter nights are for sleeeeping, not working! C'mon, don't be so [owlishly] 'ALAG'..."

"Alag"... "Different"... "Unique"... "Reserved"... "Rude"... "Weird"... "Noor"....

I guess I will always be confused in these words. What exactly I Do?? Like them or hate???


Noor
Monday, Dec 10th,2007
00:34

Man, Mind, Mint.

Well... This wasn't planned. I was supposed to complete my Engineering reports by tonight but this blustery weather didn’t let me to do so. The blustery weather. Of me. Within me. Beyond me. And since I feel "single handed" in nights for a very specific period of time [lasting 30-60 minutes], it hurts me when I don’t write much. It hurts because writing is something I enjoy and believe am good at, no matter how unexciting and uninteresting my subjects might get for people.

Life is reluctantly studious these days. I like working like a robot. Actually living a life, robotic. What else do you expect from a full time student surrounded by people with intellectually tired minds? And foul-smelling, love finding, sex seeking humanity. And me? I'm no intellectual. I don’t like thinking about "sex without love" anymore. Just read my sentence twice. I can think about having sex without being in love. But thinking this way makes me hate myself. And this is something I just hate too much. Self detestation. HMMMMmmm.. And what about finding love??? Well.. I'm too reluctantly studious these days [a second mention!!]... And, well, what else you expect from a “full time student?" *smiles*...

Since I’ve come back from Islamabad, I'm on a potential high. I mean, it feels good when your friends show awe and respect to your so called abilities. It feels better when your teacher regard you as the best in the whole lot and allows you to submit your assignments even after 15 days of deadline's interment. HMMMmmm... Do you know what is the best part of all this?? The best part is to witness admiration and a sense of pride in your parent’s eyes.[and that’s includes my siblings and their spouses as well]. Simply unexplanable.

But in all this happy happy drama, there is one thing I surely learned. That one needs to constantly prove his worth. One needs to exhibit the potential, the talent. One needs to achieve. I knew that this world doesn't accept defeats and rejects defeated people. After all, who will forget that warm welcome our cricket team received after being forcibly thrown out of the World Cup...? [Man, it was so warm that blood boiled out from our eyes]. But it is just now that I came to know, that even "drawn matches" or "to be drawn matches" don’t attract anyone, much. So what happens then?? Well... Vacant seats, empty stadiums, no clapping, no whistling... and eventually no chics. But I 've full concerns with those who love. The parents, for an instance. Those poor people have no choice but to occupy some seats. They do clap on those text bookish and bookishly texted singles and occasional edges that go to the boundary. Don't doubt on it... Show me someone who has seen a coach dozing off during a match?? Bolo? Nahi na?

In short, this world needs 'Results' and that too, Fast! Does that tell you why Afridi is far more famous than Younis or even Yousuf?? Both of them do produce results but they are too studious. And the crowd is too reluctant. And me?? Well.. To mention same old nostalgic fact again... "I'm Reluctantly Studious"...

Kuch samajh aaya??

Haina? Haina? Hainnnnnnn???




Noor.
Wednesday,November 21, 2007
00:40