Here's the reason why India is beautiful

Innocence, something our world, our people, our environment lacks today.

There's so much of it here.

Right here, in all these lovely eyes.

We were once

There are times in your life you have to let go. No matter how hard it may seem. Your story might be unrealistic, and maybe that itself is a gross understatement, but you still want to hold on, forever, till the end of time. Because you think it hurts to move on. But nobody dies ‘coz of it, nobody.

“If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, then it never was.” No, maybe it was, once upon a time, but things change. People change. Everything changes. If it doesn’t come back to you, learn to accept that you’re better off without it.

Above all, God knows what’s best for you.



(Ruheen and me, taken with my Nikon D5000 in July 2010)

A lack of color

It was either black or white, for me. Just black or white, no grays.

And, then I stumbled upon shades of gray.

I had fallen in love. Life’s complicated.



{Baby Ruheen, clicked on Feb25th2011. Camera used: Nikon D5000}

Global Crisis

{For The Mutiny, done in 2009, Youtube links and Windows Movie Maker together creates magic!}

Justice, where art thou?

I’m in a catch-22 situation. With the developments of our world towards the sinister edge, now as peace loving individuals ideally what do we seek for? Is there a route to justice?

Do we hate these beastly humans to their crux and teach them a lesson, inflict on them an amplified version of all the pain and crime they’ve committed? But, undoubtedly that makes us worse than them. And, we perpetually talk about spreading love, so truly this alternative is inappropriate.

So does that mean we stand down, watch this whole melodrama and do nothing to help as if it’s a trifling matter?

Oh, how I wish there was a befitting solution.

Pak Sar Zamin

If I talk about Pakistan I will be labeled a cynic. I think you already know my nationality.

I know about a Pakistan, the only people who hated it were the cricket lovers of India, and the Hindu fundamentalists. And those were the happy days of yesteryear.

And, I now know of a Pakistan. The same Pakistan my children will know of unless something extraordinary happens, unless someone intervenes. And, the only being left to intervene now is God Almighty. Everyone else have tried their luck and ruined the territory to its very core. Also, the very same Pakistan who is hated by it’s own people and it’s own citizens.

Or probably this is not the same Pakistan any longer. Nor the same people neither the same citizens.

That Pakistan died. It got killed the day these loathsome human beings were born.

That Pakistan of peace and tranquility is a thing of the past.

The past is described as “The conglomerate of events that happened in a certain point in time” Now all I have to ask is, has that ‘certain point of time’ truly gone? Is it never going to come back?

In a city of a thousand varying faces

In a city of a thousand varying faces, I yearn for one glance of a face. Not any face; but that of a person who I knew more than my own. And, I close my eyes, trying to hold back on the tears waiting to gush out, knowing that I’ve got only myself to blame for shoving that person somewhere into the dark corner of my past.

I change my mind over and over again concerning which phrase should I add to describe the person. I came up with few and realized they do not do enough justice.

Oh promises. Alas! They don’t last; possibly they are meant to be broken?

I bow my head down in shame when my mind wanders back into a time where I had promised to him that he would be my present and future and all I managed to do ultimately was keep him close within myself but as a thing of the past; which is over.
Soon my mind would be taken over by oh-so-many silly, mundane & insignificant worldly thoughts. And, all will be forgotten.

That face.

These thoughts.

And, this longing.

But till then, in a city of a thousand varying faces, I yearn for one glance of that face I’m no stranger to.