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The Winter’s First Night October 16, 2008

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Winters are here at last. I realized it last night when I was coming back home. The moon was at its full and I could feel the same old stillness and chill in the atmosphere which is characteristic of winters in Pakistan. I simply love it. On reaching home, I had dinner with Aloo Gobhi (Potatoes / Cauliflower hotchpotch kind of thing) and by the time I reached inside my room, something had already happened. Actually its winters that happened to me at that very moment in its true meaning. I felt a very strong craving for music – something from 80’s was direly needed – reached out for my library and began searching for some of my very prized CDs. I use my computer hard disk for saving my music which I listen to everyday as I want music to be available whenever I need it at the shortest notice. So I started putting CDs in the drive… one… two… three… four… copied around 80/90 songs by artists like Aha, Climie Fisher, Carole King, Survivor, Foreigner, Air Supply, and Eurhythmics – not to mention their Urdu contemporaries like Nazia / Zohaib and Asha / Kishore. I put the music on but kept the volume to such a low level that I could only get to listen to the lyrics – didn’t want to break the silence and stillness which was prevailing in the atmosphere. 80’s music is made for winters. The keyboards, the strings, the percussions – everything hits right at our heart – yet the simplicity of compositions and lyrics is never compromised. I lighted a cigarette when Climie Fisher’s “Love Changes everything” played and fell in love with it once again – remembering when I was a kid and this music wasn’t available in the shops generally and I used to steal my cousin’s cassettes to listen to it. I like 80’s music because may be I am born in the very first year of the decade and I grew up listening to this kind of music and it brings nostalgia to me whenever I listen to it now. But even then I guess it is the best music that has ever been written. I kept listening until I was asleep and switched it off in some later hour of the night – I don’t even remember when it was. The first night of the winters went very well.

P.S. Here are few links to Youtube Videos to some of the great songs of history:

Is this love by Survivor

It’s too late by Carole King

Making love out of nothing at all by Air Supply

Sweet dreams are made of this by Eurhythmyics

I want to know by Foreigner

Tu hay wohi by Ahsa / Kishore

Disco deewanay Nazia Hassan

I hope you will enjoy them all… :)

 

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. October 8, 2008

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I can not make anybody to stop what they are saying. I let them say whatever they want to say. I am just here in this world to listen to people and even my own opinion doesn’t matter to me, so how can I insist upon it for somebody else.

How the day starts, what it brings during its course and how it’s going to end? You can never know. And in my case I feel it’s a little more unpredictable. I started the day with zeal and to add in it more, my boss got happy with me for I don’t know what reason. He told me that whatever I was doing, I was working in the very right direction and I should keep it up. Everybody at office takes his this kind of remarks as tremendous praise. So I too felt myself at the height of confidence and self esteem. As a result, I worked all day like a dog and didn’t feel any trace of weariness until pack up. I came back home late and while I was entering my house, at my doorstep, my cell rang and guess what – its like – my dream came true. I got a call from S which I was longing for the past 6 months. We talked a lot about this and that and my emotional level rose from happy to ecstatic. But then he asked me something which was to be the motive of the decline in my emotional level of happiness from contention to depression or even down below later. He didn’t even listen to what I had to say about the matter and picked me out in the middle of myself – blamed me for not being wise, protective and at a giving end – gave me thousands of advices about what is love actually although in the beginning he told me that I was wise enough to need any advices and he was just going to give me some suggestions. In the beginning I wanted to tell him all of it as a friend, to share some bad feelings and later I wanted to tell him because I just wanted to prove myself right, but he wasn’t ready to listen on both occasions. So finally – failed in my objective – I decided to wind up the conversation. It didn’t end well.

Later the conversation kept echoing in my head and I ended up pulling out all the memorable and unmemorable things out of my head and out of my closet. Kept thinking and kept looking at the things – going down and down. I was perturbed too much deep when I got another call from A. I could hardly utter out a meek hello. He got that something is wrong – kept asking me what’s new? and stupid questions like that. May be he was expecting same cheery of myself like I always have been with him but I was not like an entertaining creature at that time at all. So bored because of my attitude he cut off the call. I sent him a simple message containing a question mark. He replied that there was some network error so the call couldn’t go on n bla bla bla… I got the point so I sent, “bored of me?” and the reply was predictable and I don’t like predictability in life.

I inferred two results from it, either both of them are applicable or one of them at least at a time. The first one might be lame for you guys but its true; people who you call and take as friends aren’t friends actually. Second; there are many types of friends. Some of them just for fun purpose, some with whom you have to be friends for the sake of carrying out your daily life tasks and very few of them are for discussing your problems. The later conclusion seems more objective in terms of applicability to the modern world.

Sporadic Serendipities September 9, 2008

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Today, unexpectedly too early, I went out to have a walk cum cigarette break right after the aftari. As I was early today so apparently there was no one outside except some occasional crow flapping in the trees beside the street. It was strange for me at least. The place which used to be so crowded and full of life is dull and non-enchanting. There was a family going somewhere and trying to get a taxi. They were too quiet as well when I passed them by. May be the atmosphere affected them as well. Even the wind was not blowing. From the far end of the street was echoing the shrill sound of the Walls Ice-cream songs which seemed like the ballads sung by some cursing sorceress. Trees too seemed weird. All of that was sad in a very strange way. That was enough for my dismay and I cut my walk short – had some quick short puffs and came back home.

I tried to take a nap. While I was on bed two things caught my mind. One; I realized, out of nowhere, that all the girls and guys from Peshawar always use Yahoo as their primary instant messenger; while the most of the rest of Pakistan uses MSN. Our north always stands apart from the rest of the country in many ways – I don’t know why. Two; I realized that it’s been a while I had one of my phases of swinging moods. It took a while to remember; when was the last time I had been a victim of depression. Depression or I must say a lull period because I don’t like to be called depressed. It is certainly not depression. It’s just that I don’t feel like talking to somebody or even doing anything. But one thing is for sure, I am damn explicit in every form of art during that time. A river flows like a river should flow – unguided. But only a barrage can hold it for sometime until it gains enough potential to propel the blades of a hydro-electric plant. I am a river and I need a barrage.

I had already made a last note on today’s post but some events compelled me to write a little more and made the previously last note, the second last note. So here I am, back with the tick tick of the keyboard (I love it). I just came back from a reconciliatory meeting (courtesy of my friend F) with a newly made friend who became un-friended with me, due to stupid circumstances or because of my arrogance, a couple of months back. It went quite well. I know people don’t like to cut a sorry figure in front of anyone but frankly I like to make apologies to people. I like to make them happy. For if they are happy I am happy. And I guess I like to make people sad too. For if they are sad I am sad and I like to be sad. All in all, today – a good day became better for me as the night approached.