Just another aimless guy across the bridge

In the silence of dazzling midnight, escaping from the chaos of a third world order country. The place where crowds of lowest caliber hassle to fill in their tummies, where the strings of inapplicable restrictions sew the lips of about 90% of psychopathic lunatics, slumbering an aimless and useless life.


From the suburbs to the most eccentrics parts of the city, a wave of passion ascends slowly till the day, where it reaches its peak. With a few sizzling spikes on his head and driving like the Schumacher brothers, approaching the speed of light. He could feel hundreds of eyes catching a glimpse of his captivating Mercedes.


On occasions, he felt proud but most of the times, arrogant. It wasn't his fault at all because reasonably, his good times taught him this egocentric lesson. His wallet always remained  full till the end of very month - the day that brought another ten thousand inflating Pak rupees to his pocket by his filthy dad, the most plushest guy he ever saw on the face of this planet. His mother, the most heedless creature, was a party animal. A mis timely trait that relocated into him - he was socially hyper. He was a cool, nasty, flirty bitch; in the circle of his friends. He loved to shine, to dominate, to crush, to roar, to win, to be the coolest emo in this universe.


He was an under-rated punk, with a rebellious guerrilla hidden under the scum. The Guerrilla like Castro, Zapata or Che Guevara that would fight against all for his personal rights and modern liberty. He believed in what he did and did what he believed - when depress he either would smoke up a few cigarettes or gulp a few sips of branded Sam Adams beer.


His secrets were even deeper and dark - but a piece of ordinary diary page in the eyes of the elite class, he lived in. For the last three months, he experienced a havoc seven break-ups; sometimes the girl was careless, sometimes he was casual, sometimes the thingie wasn't a masterpiece, sometimes the slut was a cheater or sometimes too childish or annoying. Doesn't matter to him - he was a wealthy heir, adorably cute that girls may talk about him for weeks, great masculine physique that made him bullying his fellow nerds with a threat of staging a public 'phadda', a chain smoker which would play the guitar not exactly but a lot like Slash. Twice a day, he would drive to the most expensive restaurant of the city and and overjoy by chawing the finest chicken steak or spare the dusk fogging out a chocolate flavored sheesha.


He was a branded man, wearing branded shoes, branded T-shirts, branded denim jeans that hung at the edge of his hips. He loved to make just about everything from his fuzzy brown hair, regularly an Afro or sometimes rarely a Mohawk - he didn't mind. All he wanted to achieve was some sort of distinction or greatness to immortalize his satisfaction. 


For the last eighteen years of his newly ripen life, he did every thing to embellish his blurred path of  life - a number of which the one of his age must have felt ashamed of  doing of. It didn't mattered to him, the horse of his life raced blindly around the course of never-ending madness. He often agrees by nodding  his head - he has drowned in the sea, sea that chymifies religiosity, devoutness and unearthliness. Oh! someday he'll find a way out - yeah! hopefully someday.

The Same Old Story

Last song to make me feel,

Like I'm real to this dream,

Last breath to make me see,

How fake people can actually be,

Maybe today's the worst day of my life 

But I'll survive, 

Cause after every dark night, 

There's a bright day, 

That covers it all away and I get a chance to be,

A part of you that somehow wants to move out of me,

So, can you see who I am,

Falling down from heavens ground, 

Cause I'm the only one left here begging

Beauty is a curse that makes you want to trust,

That makes you want to burn and turn to dust,

But the story's getting old,

Even though I'm told,

That you have to let go of what you hold

Frozen in a moment so cold that i forgot who I am,

The broken hope inside my head taught me how to stand,

Cause you cover it all away when i get a chance to be,

A part of you that somehow wants to move out of me, 

I've taken away all of my fears, 

I'm bringing you down with me 

I've opened my eyes to something real,

You could never be close to me 

Can you see who I am,

Falling down from heavens ground, 

Cause I'm the only one left here begging

You were a curse that made me want to trust,

That made me want to burn and turn to dust

But the story's getting old, 

Cause I had been told I'd have to let go....!

(M.S.Khan)

[Self-Invasion - The Pagliacci version]

     World doesn't decide the pace of life; perhaps. The waves of fortune slide away the chuck of goodness. Creeping through the luminous stars of fraternity, I leave myself alone in this brawler's world. A perfect knock-out punch - not even a grappler's arm breaker or high gut-wrench power bomb. An insult of credence back a sloppy guy and his only friend and foe - the loneliness. Loneliness kills a guy, down and under it shrugs him through, stabs him through, the anxiety curses his reign. He just awaits a glimpse of light, just a ray of hope. Some might say that sunshine follows thunder; go and tell it to the man who cannot shine.


       Lets go self-accountable this time. With a in-depth indulge of sorrow offered in the package, let this world sublime in another age of time. Take me at the top of the world cause I just want to see my crime. Breathless sighs accompanied by some heart throbbing, "Ahh!". Wow! my Lord I didn't realize, I just stumbled through time . I lost just about everything; they say my greatness, my ambition, my faith and most of all myself. Just only if you had knew, if just only u had knew.

The Little Things!

Head like a rock spinning round and round;

I found it in a hole sitting upside down.

Paint me a wish on a velvet sky.

You demand the answers but I don't know why?

Cos' in my mind there is no time.

But the little things they make us so happy!

Just being the loser that plays lost and found;

All I want to do is live by the sea,

Standing by the edge of an ugly bree,

Hiding under the coat of a garden pea, 

Cos' it's good to see you're free.

Still those little things they make us so happy!

So what would you say if I said to you? 

It's not in what you say it's in what you do.

You point the finger at me but I don't deceive.

Close your eyes my friend and pretend to believe;

Cos' one day your mind will soon conceive.

That the little things they make us so happy!

Just then, close your eyes

Fugitive and illusively wise;

Colors of her soaked in dyes.

Hours when no one rescues twice,

In troubles and gambles she burst in cries!

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

When words become lime and pale,

The fear inside her tends to stay.

Her smile bows down and begs for bail,

The time rushes as a ship to a quay.

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

Jammed packed in the world of ten;

The day when the world pays no damn heed,

The evening when a farmer flatters a sore hen,

Misty morning when she incurs with the curse of greed.

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

Like the branches of a fruitless tree,

She's never sure if she's nearly late.

Never been the one she wants to be,

When amazed by the crippled and her fearless gait.

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

Cursing Yourself for Past Mistakes

"Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain."

(Khalil Gibran)

How do you deal with your past mistakes?

Today, I'd like to recommend a great way to burden your mind, waste time, and lower your self-esteem.


It's called Cursing Yourself for Past Mistakes.

Try it out on yourself and people you dislike! It's very easy to do, and anyone can do it. It’s great for injecting endless hours of frustration and stress into your life!

I've known many people who do this very well, but just in case you're having some difficulty, here are some pointers to send you on your way?

First, think of all the things you did or failed to do in the past.

Especially, things which you cannot do anything about it now. Constantly remind yourself of them and beat yourself up for them.

A good way to do this is to keep whining about them. If you can regularly complain to others, it is even better! Remember to sigh a lot too. There's nothing like constant verbal repetition for these past mistakes to really stick. Then, tell yourself that you'll never be able to adjust your behavior to prevent similar errors in future. Learning from mistakes just never crossed your mind. Remember, self-improvement is a myth.

This kind of thinking will start a vicious cycle. Remembering how incapable, unlovable, and foolish you are will enable you to continue repeating past mistakes. Now this part is essential in order for the entire self-loathing process to work.

In no time, you'll be able to whittle your self-esteem down to such a degree that you will have no problem thinking you're absolutely incapable of success and happiness. The strategy is laughably simple: reinforce negative thoughts and experiences and they will inevitably lead to negative feelings and outcomes.

Remember, you are not special, you are not unique. The world simply doesn't need another loser like you. If you're doing everything right, by this time, you would have lost most of your friends, alienated your family members, lost your appetite for food and life, and are looking forward to a lonely, meaningless existence.

So, if you're ever bored, and need to kill some time, depress your spirit and embrace failure as lord of your life, try cursing yourself for past mistakes. Have fun!

Bill Gates speech: 11 rules kids did not and will not learn in school

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! 

Rule 2: The world doesn't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. 

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. 

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. 

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity. 

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them. 

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. 

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life. 

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. 

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. 

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

The seashore!

I sat by the seashore, all alone tonight,
Thinking of you in the setting sun’s light,
You and I, baby, we were completely same,
Like a soul cloned in two bodies,
Like same heart, but different brains.

Remember the seaside, we used to enjoy,
Used to dance with the splashing waves,
We kissed lovingly under the moonlit night,
As I sang you serenades.

You held my hands, swore never to leave,
But all I hold now is sand,
The sand that, like your memories,
Is slowly slithering out of my hand.

Who knew you would do infidelity,
And run so far away from me,
Choosing death over me as your partner,
Leaving my soul to search for you longingly,

I feel like a pebble, sitting on the beach sand,
Orphaned and cold, ever since you left my hand,
These waves are all I have, for they took you away,
And so I await my turn, waiting at the shores for eternity.

                                                                                                                                (M.S Khan)

"Evergreen Sayings"

"Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought." 

(Robert Browning)

"In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us."
(Charles Baudelaire)

"The greatest inspiration is often born of desperation."
(Comer Cotrell)

"He just couldn't quite get his leg over."
(Jonathan Agnew - over Ian Botham's 'Leg-over incident')

Wake up the dawn and ask her why;
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye.
(Noel Gallagher - for Oasis's song 'Champagne Supernova')

"Dr. Livingstone, I presume?"
(Henry Morton Stanley - on finding the lost David Livingstone in Africa)

"If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you."
(Oscar Wilde)

"In life, as in football, you won’t go far unless you know where the goalposts are."
(Arnold H. Glasgow)

"Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called 'Ego'."
(Friedrich Nietzsche)

"A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval."
(Mark Twain)

“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

"Confidence... thrives on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection and on unselfish performance. Without them it cannot live."
(Franklin D. Roosevelt)

"Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion."
(Democritus)

"Just when you think you know the answers, I change the questions."
(Rowdy Roddy Piper)

"The important thing about that freedom train, is it's got to climb mountains. We all have to climb mountains, you know. Mountains that go way up high, and mountains that go deep and low. Yes, we know what those mountains are here at Glide. We sing about them."
(Reverend Williams - for movie 'The Pursuit of Happyness')

"Slide Away" - Oasis

Pen- Picture:-


Slide Away is a song about falling head over heels in love with the one person who you think is going to be by your side forever. Its a song about wanting to let go of everything else around you and run away with the only thing you think is true and real in your life. It also shows a story of dreaming of your true love and wishing and hoping that the loved one feels the same way. Then it turns out the the person you love does feel the same way and you feel you could slide away forever because now that your together nothing will ever match up to it. It gives power to fight the uncertainties of life and to meet the unlimited success. The masterpiece from Noel Gallagher is surprisingly one of the most under-rated songs of Oasis's music history.


Lyrics:-


Slide away, and give it all you've got
My today, fell in from the top
I dream of you, and all the things you say
I wonder where you are now?

Hold me down, cause all the world's asleep
I need you now, you've knocked me off my feet,
I dream of you, we talk of growing old
But you said please don't...

Slide in baby, together we'll fly
I've tried praying, but I don't know what you're saying to me

Now that you're mine
We'll find a way
Of chasing the sun
Let me be the one, that shines with you
in the morning, I don't know what to do
two of a kind
We'll find a way
To do what we've done
Let me be the one, that shines with you
And we can slide away, slide away, slide away, away...

Slide away, and give it all you've got
My today, fell in from the top
I dream of you, and all the things you say
I wonder where you are now?

Slide in baby, together we'll fly
I've tried praying, and I know just what you're saying to me

Now that you're mine
We'll find a way
Of chasing the sun
Let me be the one that shines with you
in the morning when you don't know what to do
two of a kind
We'll find a way
To do what we've done
Oh, let me be the one
That shines with you, and we can slide away...

Aquasaurus eats Pakistan: The search for new life beyond blood, sweat & tears

Haseena Begum weeps as she recalls her home being washed away in Multan

We have seen it all? Haven't we? 'The astound episodes of horror and dismay, infected by the curse of doom.' After all these years we have been through one can only ask the merciless fate; Hey mate! Is every catastrophe is designed for our 'endurable' Pakistan? How long these 'pranks of test' would last? Is there any full stop to this 'kamikaze' which has entrapped us for the last 63 years?


Recall, the musty and old-fashioned 'amma jis', who wandered and maundered in hope of snatching a sack of 'chaki atta'; Those black-outs half a day that tortured a blooming student's academic brains; Those weeks when young and half-grown boys were brain-washed to bombarding deaths; High-flying drones inching in our territory; A 'rocket' shoe barely missing the 'head' of head of the state; Those hours when 'The Times' published us as 'the most dangerous nation of the world'. Welcome to 'our Pakistan': whose tale is full of adventures lead by trait of misguidance and the devious character of mistrust.

Devastation at Charsadda, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa

And, now the havocs offered by the surfs of the devastating flood. Pakistan has never faced such a calamity in decades.  From the gigantic hills of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa till the twirling tides at the shores of Karachi, the entire nation is soaked in woe of agony and apprehensions. Heart-rending spectacles have now turned into a matter of routine. Humanity cried to its fullest when, millions of us witnessed a frail old 'baba ji' who palmed the 'chauki' of demolished roof of his owned 'makaan' that perhaps, drank his whole manhood, disappearing in the combers of riddling death. Television channels highlighted a jumbo sized building that failed to anchor to a steep base, and tossed off to its head, where it soon vanished in the waves of generous-turned 'ruthless' River Indus.


More than 1,500 people have been killed and hundreds of thousands stranded by flooding triggered by the annual monsoon rains. The floodwaters have washed away millions of hectares of crops, submerged villages and destroyed roads and bridges. Disease is spreading among Pakistani flood victims, and there have been warnings that dams in the south may burst. The power infrastructure of Pakistan also took a severe blow from the floods, which damaged 10,000 transmission lines, transformers, feeders and power houses in different flood hit areas. Flood water inundated Jinnah Hydro power and 150 power houses in Gilgit. The damage caused a power shortfall of 3.135 gigawatts. Aid agencies have warned that outbreaks of diseases, such as: gastroenteritis, diarrhea, and skin diseases due to lack of clean drinking water and sanitation can pose a serious new risk to victims of flood. Floods have submerged 17 million acres of Pakistan's most fertile crop land, have killed 200,000 livestock and have washed away massive amounts of grain. A major concern is that farmers will be unable to meet the fall deadline for planting new seeds in 2010, meaning a massive loss of food production in 2011, and potentially leading to long term food shortages. In short, flood has resulted in obliteration of infrastructure, agriculture and mankind itself.

"I will never forget the destruction and suffering I have witnessed today. In the past I have witnessed many natural disasters around the world, but nothing like this." (UN Secretary Ban Ki-Moon)

The 'Godfather' of tsunami, as Ban Ki-Moon claimed it to be, is now surely a catechism for our fellow brothers. Where, the distinct backgrounds now share the same arena without a roof, the calamity has surely shown it's worst possible face and suggests extraordinary measures to cope with it. This sensitive time phase of Pakistan can now only be elaborated under two major headings:-


1) The curse of God (Azab-e-Elahi)


The validity of the first heading will surely be endorsed by majority of my readers; as it touches the strings of sentiments of many of us. Fundmentalists suggest that ethics and morality are pillars on which one's tent of life stands. Either as an individual or as a whole they, form a key ingredient of one's way to un-parallel success. We promised to practice the same at our beginning but later, faced a collapse plagued by misery, individualism and injustice. When, the men of 'land of pure' ignored the cure, the nature depicted its color in most devastating way. Humanity in these years died many times and screamed with pain; those complains have surely now bursted in shape of tears of flood.


Perhaps, Pakistan is currently passing through the most tragic moments of her history. The once called pure land is now filled with impurities not only because of the system displayed by government but also because of the inhumane actions carried out by fellow citizens of our nation. The floods sent by nature which are invading our country killing and destroying the lives of many as well as our infrastructure are part of natural disaster but the after mark and the relief for those people is the responsibility of our government which promise average man to fulfill their necessities in such tribal times. 


But, we cannot only rely on the government  machinery to perform and carry the heavy load on it shoulders only. So, what is our real obligation as a Pakistani? as a Muslim? as a human at first. The Holy month of Ramadan is upon us and we can only ask for forgiveness for our sins to the Merciful; the lengthy tearful prayers with a sincere 'tauba'. It's the perfect opportunity for us to counsel our brothers. As it's the need of time, to stand united for the cause and focus to provide selfless assistance to the rescuers. We are engrossed in our lives fully which leaves us with no option to care and help others. Please think about it and try to put to use your positive contribution in order for Pakistan, in times of disaster and need, as it is every individual’s responsibility. 

People displaced by the flooding tussle for food aid in Khangarh village

2) The system of God (Nizam-e-Elahi)


The other aspect argues about the reality-check more. Water flowing over or water at the dead level; we either get lot of rains or we don’t get them at all. In a country like ours’ where a big resource of power generation is through the reserved water from dams the necessity for construction of more dams heightens even more when the consumption of electricity is on the rise every coming year.

A non-issue becomes an ever impending issue in our country when the matter falls victim to politics, hence the Kalabagh Dam issue. Not very long ago those having ‘insight’ would say that various cities of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa would drown in consequence of the construction of the Kalabagh Dam. Nevertheless, they were still drowned when the recent flood waters swept away life from corner of several populous cities.

Map showing Dams in Pakistan

When I compare the present scenario where the flood has left everything in haphazard, to a possible situation we cold have had if the politicized dams were actually constructed - I see a much lesser destruction. The journey from a point where our country was well known for its canal irrgation system to the present extremes of draughts and floods speaks volumes of the politics of vested interests, of bias and treachery to the citizens that continues till day. 


Instead of making the country of ours a victim of ethnicity and regionalism, we should adopt a more broader spectrum - seeking for a national interest and avoiding self-suicide. If we still don’t resolve to construct new dams, God forbid, we would be worse off in the time to come.


Because, the destruction of calamity is not confined and doesn't label itself for either a Balochi, Pathan, Punjabi or Sindhi; but in fact, shakes the entire humanity. The heart of every Pakistani cries for his/her brother. Learning the clear lessons from this 'shakermaker', is the only remedy to fight the hard times - that still await us.