Glow the Gloom Away

Sadness is a natural process. It is a part of life that is undeniable and is something that is mandatory to happen in every human life. But it shouldn’t be like that.

Some people just are not meant to be sad….

Some people are just to be manicured and pedicure with happiness even if it costs you insane.

When water shines in her eyes and she sniffs, the world looks a darker, griever place.

Sadness is not her forte even if it makes her look the tragic princesses which leave you heartbroken.

She pronounces fun and instills in you extravagance of flair and makes you feel worth it.

Her difference of perception is addictive.

A date for me now is no more a thought of serenity, sea and candle night. It’s fast paced, moving, comical and cute. You will be driven mad when you speak and she gazes outside smiling and being completely engrossed at absolutely nothing, and the very next moment you are swept away as she looks in to your eyes and has that quizzical look for which you can kill for.

And that leaves you addicted.

Her clichéd use of sentences is highly adorable. “I don’t know, Deal with it, and Shut up!” are the norms that makes you smile and make her blush.

I am obsessed by her presence in a very warm and way. She needs to be happy and lively for me to remain calm and soothing.

Am I getting too occupied with her? May be I am but is there any other better thing to do in this world. I guess not.

So sadness please hush away you are never welcomed on her door steps and even if you do come around I am on guard.

It is only a coat of varnish but it is all that completes the color.

Muffled Laughter

I always need inspiration to write, to create to do work, I’m a highly dependent person. I like to react rather than be proactive, that’s just how the world normalizes for me. Or I thought so…

I have an inspiration now…

An inspiration so true, so serene and so beautiful that I cannot help resist the presence, the aura that is circulating her.
Not many people are so gifted. She is amongst those very few. She can have you engaged to her for endless amount of hours and also have you short of breath from the aura she radiates. To say that I’m compelled and taken totally out of my comfort zone with her around is a total understatement.

My thought patterns are mostly immaculate and are in sync with logic. She has erupted all of this out of proportion.

I now feel like a child who’s aligned with fiction. Who gropes at things and associates them with fantasy. She mystifies situations. She smiles and gives happiness a total new meaning. The twinkling eyes remind me of the serene calm sea on which light suspends and shimmers playfully. She restores my believe in the fact that this world is a montage of excitement, happiness and love.

She pulsates on sensitivity. She thinks infinite and she loves pampering. She makes you feel indulged as champagne, she delights you and have you wanting for more. Her immaculate antics do not irritate you but have you worried. She taunts your thoughts which do not make you sad but have you thinking and adopting to her perceptions.
She is not a blonde and thank god for that.

Her intelligence permeates all through her and her grip of the moment leaves you dazed. She glows like the dawn breaking out of the mountains and have you dumbfounded.

For the last week she says I make her happy and make her forget her issues. To say I’m honored and flattered justifies my lack of vocabulary of the language.

She would be reading this and would be blushing as she meanders through this non coherent gathering of words.

And that just makes this vagueness shine.

I won’t be the Romeo to sing couplets to the Juliet. But to have her twinkling with muffled laughter is good enough to have this world smile.

So who is she? She is you who reads…

Imagine I Must!

I love to day-dream. I just love to imagine, reverie and sketch fiction.

For me, Clouds were always the “Kingdom of Ice” at war with the blazing “Empire of Fire”, the sun. A mountain was where “God lived” and a waterfall was His drink.

Imagination is such a powerful tool. It draws clarity from the bizarre. It gives you the power of infinity. It helps you to draw a rainbow out of one single color.

And now I realize that why I don’t attract people to me. It’s obvious! I’m horribly boring and illusory. I’m sure I am not far away for being dubbed as the lunatic-who-no-one knows.

Most of the times, it will not agitate me. I concur to that. I choose to be that way.

But now reality has sunk in. Somehow happiness is what I cannot imagine.

I’m giving in to lure and dependency. I feel desperate. I feel not me.

I need to imagine again, I need to re-invent my thoughts.

I still need to imagine mountains where “God lives”, not where she is flogged and he is slaughtered.

The Tramp

Charlie Chaplin would arguably be one of the finest actors that Hollywood is yet to produce.
His depiction of the Tramp is a work of a genius. He managed to make people laugh at themselves; he depicted us and made us realize how stupid the human race is. He danced, he tripped, he laughed, he cried, all his acts patronized us and made us laugh with all his tragedies. Life is such a contradiction. Your misery is my happiness; my struggle is your ease.
So Charles Chaplin did what are leaders are doing today. They make me laugh. They make me realize how stupid I am and how tragic they are.
Who said that you can’t laugh away at your wretchedness?
Enter: the Tramp.

WHAT IF?

I wonder if bullets could think. The limited lethal life they have, what if they knew the purpose of their existence, what if they knew what deed they are carrying out. Once they leave their homes (guns), would they know what are they bringing to an end? Or what they are about to start? What if they could interpret the thin line of being an accomplice to the righteous martyrs, or harboring terrorists?
It is a combustible life they have. They live to kill. As they pierce through a living soul, they damage the intended target by tissue or mechanical disruption through impact or penetration.
And this is just a part of the story.
They dysfunction a whole family. They bring an end to a process; they replace life, its joys with death, sadness and anger.
They just do not penetrate flesh, they penetrate life. They question Gods justice and proclaim evil.
What if they knew all of this? What would they do? Would they retreat? Would they seize what have they set out to do? Or what they act like us? Just breathe a sigh of relive and carry on?
Am I getting too desperate?
Maybe I am. I just cannot relate optimism to human beings. We architect are own disasters and then feast on our miseries.
We kill, we sympathize, we inquire, we blame and then… we kill again.
How do we categorize rationality? We ask God to help us kill His men! Which part of religion are we following? Who gave us the right to eliminate life processes?
Frankly I don’t see us changing.Maybe its time I go back to my desperate thinking… what if bullets could think?

Doosry Manzil (Sit Down Comedy)

This is Mirza Bilal.
The Bloke I organized "Sit Down Comedy" with somewhere in the middle of January.

The Great Divide

“So how many Quranic Chapters do you people have?” asked my friend.

“Huh? They were thirty last time I checked”.

But they are now! You lot had forty previously did’t you?

Ah what???

Exactly! The last ten chapters of your Quran have been eaten by the goat right?

Oh yea? Well… Thank you goat! You made me a Muslim!

Accusations of such genius sorts are more hilarious than offending you know. But most of us lack the competency to think above, to think rationally. It is one of the pivotal aspects of our society that has never made us the ‘brothers’ we ought to be.

The great divide between the two major sects of our religion has always hindered our thoughts and customs. Slogans of Shia Kafir! And the Ridicule of the Caliphs has been a bone of contention and thorn in our florescent Islamic society.

Why cant we opt to keep religion has a personal choice? Why is that we fail to understand the difference between ‘being judged’ and ‘be the judge’?

Religion is freedom. Freedom to think, to act, to live through a code of conduct that you should opt to choose and once you have done that you should ought to respect what others believe in. To agree to disagree with harmony and peace should be cardinal to the essence of our society.

It’s easier said then done. We host a religion that is molded and shaped by our culture. We value our ancestral customs and norms more than our religion.

I can easily recall the tantrums my mum had to face when she disapproved of a ritual that is commonly followed in Shia Islam. Accusations and thoughts like “it’s been there since ages” almost made her strongly contemplate her zealous endeavors.

A culture-dominated religion tends to mingle the logical and the absurd in such a profound way that you find it difficult to discriminate between the ‘sublime and the ridiculous’.

The religion is simple which makes it an efficient catalyst to harbor illogical, absurd extreme practices which creates animosity, hatred and a feeling of “they and them” as oppose to “we and us”.

These times are tough, we have clashing civilizations, we need to progress, we need to be together. It’s high time now that we practice patients and rationale.

Let us brand ‘peace’ for once.