And there was hope once more…

He smiled at his good fortune. For even a person who was extremely bitter, the taste of ice cream still felt sweet. It was rather funny really; all his life he hated little things. He hated their existence. He hated how he would always notice them only to be dubbed as “observant” in a group of people whose existence didn’t concern him. He had so much hatred filled inside of him that it had started to ooze out. It didn’t really matter to him if people called him a cynic or useless for he knew his words held power. He knew that even without the course of any action, his words retained their power for they were often well thought out and meticulous but there were times when he spoke without thought.

Oh how he regretted those simple words he used to utter in his folly. He always tried to justify to himself that people should had understood him better but somewhere deep down in the shattered remains of his heart, he knew it to be nothing more than a bleak lie. Perhaps that was why people hated him so much. No one really bothered enough to take a stand for him, heck they didn’t even bother when he wanted to take a stand because for them, he was nothing more than a source of entertainment. An entertainer of sorts that they thought they controlled; someone who dedicated a good part of his life to certain puppeteers only to be churned aside like a filthy, torn ragged doll.

People always jeered at him. Some did it because they felt insecure in his presence while others did it as means of testing his limits. No matter what their reason was, he never cared. For him, the whole concept of society was nothing more than a sham. A sham orchestrated by the most cynical of composers in perfect unison. He wanted to stand up and play his own tune but every time that he tried, he was booed down and forced to sit.

He sighed as he took a spoon of the frozen chocolate dessert into his mouth. His luck was finally changing or so it seemed. It was rather funny to him how people used to smite him down, filling him with more hatred and then asking “Why are you so bitter?” He often responded the only way he knew how to: sarcastically but in his heart he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the words that escaped the confines of the prison that was his mind. He wanted to say he didn’t care about anything but he knew that would be nothing more than a lie. A lie, something which everyone around him excessively told as it was a necessity to feel alive. Each day they lied about their emotions, their feelings towards one another with a smile while he suffocated for the truth. Perhaps he had smoked so much poison that now even the cure to his diseases sounded nothing more than a pure fallacy i.e. another poison.

He licked the spoon like a kid as he stared at the ice cream before him. He wanted nothing more to do with people or big things anymore, for they had brought him nothing but pure agony. Even the sweetest of the heavenly delights of this earth had turned out to be nothing more than a sweet poison. Whatever he had touched in the past had turned to dust but today it was different. When he least expected it, when he had given up all hope, when he stared in the face of power cuts ranging for hours at a time, somehow his melted bowl of ice cream had decided to freeze once again. He could see the sun rising through his open window, life was good and hopeful once again… nothing could hurt him anymore for he had a whole liter of chocolate chip ice cream.  

Something on the Elections in Pakistan

For those of you who don’t know, elections have taken place in Pakistan just yesterday and now we all are standing in the wake of its repercussions as the victors are celebrating while the ones who lost are chanting “cheat” and “Only idiots and **** voted for the winning party”. This post originally is intended for apologizing to people who after the elections uploaded pictures of their thumbs (it has a mark put on it by the Election Commission to indicate that this person has voted so he/she may not vote again). In any case, I found that highly stupid and spoke out against it and the happenings but apparently was met with hostile answers as apparently speaking out against what you find wrong is apparently not good. In any case, this shouldn’t really concern you as it is mainly for those who actually know me in person.

My past few statuses and statements may have offended some people and I therefore apologize if I insulted anyone or their views. That was not my intention. I just spoke what I felt was wrong and I still stand by that. Sure, I could had done so without calling people stupid but to be honest that was just meant to add a little flavor to what would had been a very serious post otherwise. I in no way feel that I am superior to anyone on this planet as we all excel at something where others don’t. I for one recognize and respect that fact. Anyhow, I really don’t like speaking about religion or politics as people are usually very rigid and easily irritated when those topics come up. But, to be quite honest I just can’t stand and watch what is going on without speaking what’s on my mind.

… You wanted a new Pakistan? Lol, look around and tell me how do you hope to achieve that if you as a nation stand divided and fight amongst your own selves? Why can’t you see the silver lining that at least people expressed themselves and respect their opinions? Why is it that you must abuse to convey your point to someone? I really don’t understand, I thought we were all Pakistani’s but apparently we are everything but that.

You want a new Pakistan then why don’t you start making it yourself? Why don’t you start shunning the corrupt ways and actually try sticking to the truth for once, even if you know it will harm you. Why don’t you try educating someone in need for free? Why don’t you try compensating for your “third world” education by actually broadening your own horizons by reading books that aren’t in your syllabus for once? Heck, if that isn’t your thing you can always use YouTube to educate yourself. Oh but wait, YouTube is for songs only. What the hell was I thinking? Why don’t you try helping those in need without asking for anything in return? Why not help a stranger on the road without reason? Why don’t you actually start speaking against everything you feel IS wrong without abusing?

Now what I am saying may sound highly theoretical but truth be told, it is achievable. Sure people will call you whiny, crazy, pathetic and plain old stupid for doing so but remember your words are important. “For words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.”

So please, I ask you to keep calm and remember we are after all brethren, we belong to the same nation and no matter where we belong to, who we are, we were all created equal and in many ways are still equal.

As for those thinking this is just another lecture, by all means carry on but for those who want to think, I beg you please do so. For if you are gracious in defeat only then can you be humble in the face of victory.

P.S. I for one am opting for my own “new Pakistan” by following whatever way I can and thinking of as many ways as I can as to help those in need and educate all I can. I have and always will stand by the truth no matter what. So yea, these words come after action.

 

Nostalgic Quip

Normally I don’t like to blow my own horn since I’m so modest and all… Ok, yea I know I’m funny no need to cry about it. Anyhow, I may have had received some wicked compliments throughout my small, painful of an existence but honestly the best compliment given to me ever only came recently from a friend at a time when I really could had used a pick me up.

So my cellphone vibrates in the middle of the night and I see this message on the screen, “discussion about personality traits in Psychology class; Sir: ‘Kuch log aesay hotay hain jo logon ko observe kerte hain. apni surroinding se aware hotay hain. They pay close attention to how people behave and they enjoy it. Unke liye log tamasha hotay hain aur woh is tamashay ko dekh ker enjoy kertay hain’, first thing that came to my mind: ‘Waleed Khalid’”

(For those of you who don’t really speak Urdu or like me have a hard time reading crap in another language:  ”discussion about personality traits in Psychology class; Sir: ‘There are some people that observe others and are aware of their surroundings.. They pay close attention to how people behave and they enjoy it. To them people are like a show and they enjoy watching this show.’, first thing that came to my mind: ‘Waleed Khalid’”)

This just reminds me of everything that I just love. So yea, thank you =P

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Writer’s Note: Ok, the following makes no sense to me what so ever but I just wrote it because I was bored out of my skull. Before you ask, yes I think I’m sane (well, sane up to my standards at least). So yea BORED

He stared at the city burning bright with lights, the glamour of laughter escaping its cocoon of fallacy and the shadow of an unsaid evil cast upon on its streets. It made him sick to his stomach but then again everything made him sick. After all what one sees on the outside is nothing but a mere reflection of what’s inside him. He was no different. Nothing made sense to him, not that it really mattered for life had taught him enough to not to question the absurdity of it all. He was feared long and wide for his ruthless nature but no one knew that deep down, like every being on this planet, in the caverns of his soul, he was nothing but a frail man, scared of the unknown. He talked of things high and mighty but lacked the will to believe them. He always convinced himself that he didn’t have anything to hold on to yet he clung on to every last bit of hope that ever lightened his dark life only to have it taken away. Funny thing hope, like a disease it spreads throughout your body, giving you sensations you don’t want or really need yet it makes you feel special. It gives you that dose of attention we all crave yet are too afraid to admit.

He stared for a long time before he slowly started walking again. His destination, he didn’t know about. His path, he agreed to whatever way life took him in silent obedience. The only thing he did know was he sought a cure, a cure to the diseases that plagued him.

“Why howdy” a cheerful voice called after him.

He silently nodded towards the caller and carried on.

“Where you headed to stranger? Need a lift?”

This made him chuckle for he didn’t expect people to understand where he was headed nor did know. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

“Well, suit yourself. No need to be rude” the friendly voice said as it vanished as fast as it had come.

He smiled and kept walking forward, only to stop a little while later to change the dressing on his bleeding feet. That’s when he saw a little girl crying.

“What’s the matter” he spoke in an attempt to comfort the child.

“My kite is stuck in that tree” she replied sobbing uncontrollably.

He smiled and climbed the tree. He threw the kite to the girl, who at once giggled and left singing, playing with her kite once more. As for him, he just sat on that tree for he didn’t really know how to get down. He sighed to himself with a smile and jumped down. “It’s going to be a long night…”, he thought to himself as he limped his way forward once more.

Sensless Rant :D Again

It has been quite some time since I just ranted out what’s on my mind that I really don’t know where to begin. I know a lot of you won’t care and would most probably treat this like some mindless blabber you hear every day but don’t worry I’m quite used to be treated that way from the people around me that I can portray a callous attitude towards this sort of behavior (Oh and if you’re going to say, “Woo hoo give him a medal” kindly no one asked you to be here in the first place so do me the injustice and just deprive me of your oh so intellectual company).

Anyhow, I digress for the topic is to just say what’s on my mind. Right now, I am tired of people treating everyone on their looks. I mean I’m sorry but I missed the class in which they taught to treat everyone on their looks and not on what was inside that person (yes, I know, “what a brand new topic to rant on”). So keeping in light the uniqueness of the topic, before you start to justify yourself, just look at yourself and answer why are you trying to maintain a figure? Why are you wearing that branded watch or shirt? Does it really matter or do you do it to get acceptance from your peers? Yes, I know most of you would bluntly answer that it’s all because you like to and I would like to agree with you, I truly would but I am kind of allergic to bullshit.

Trust me I know how it feels when people judge you on your looks. It’s the reason I never comb my hair or dress adequately enough because it always amuses me when people look at me and make their assumptions, only to have them proven wrong. I have met alcoholics who couldn’t believe that I didn’t even smoke and yet knew so much about their tricks of the trade, I have met rock heads who would just look at my apparel and dub me as a nerd but would gawk at me when browsing through my play list, I have met spiritualists who couldn’t believe my views on meta physics after they had dubbed me a non believer, I have met the “cool kids” who would look at me and dub me of having no social life yet be amazed after I tell them more about their favorite hangouts than they can. I have been branded the least interested in girls yet never fail to surprise people with my knowledge. The list goes on and on. Trust me in no version of it have I ever been judged correctly and it always is amusing but tiresome; nonetheless. Why can’t I be what I want to be without people having to pass judgments on my looks? Is it that important that I must dress the part to play it? Oh before you go home running to your mother about the mean old man talking about drugs, let me clear one thing: I, in no way am implying that I want to be a rock head or a junkie.

Shouldn’t you actually talk to a person before dubbing them unfit for your company? Or perhaps you would like me to elaborate: Why do you judge on something that can easily be faked? Are you really that naïve or do you really make such special efforts to please people like me?

Moving on, why are our views based on what some brilliantly clueless genius describes them to be? Want me to speak on a personal level? Ok here’s the dumber version: Half of you would hate many artists yet have never given those artists a chance e.g. Justin Bieber, One Direction etc. I mean how can you actually decide about something just by looking at it? If the above bands aren’t your style, perhaps half of you would hate classical music and would term it as “gay” yet have never sat down to listen to it. Yes, what complex creatures full of thought you all are, I believe they have a beautiful term for you all, something to do with a “flock of sheep” or something, just saying.

Oh and for the love of God, no, this isn’t a scheme to pick up chicks you damn ignorant mule (another disclaimer, yes I care so much about what you think. I keep wide awake at nights thinking what you may say about me). Fine, I get it that we all have the need to be accepted by the society but why do we have to agree with everything blindly? Sure, you don’t have what it takes to be a leader sweetie or perhaps you’re just so damn active and in control of your life that you need someone to take the steering wheel from you but honestly why in hell’s name would you say that you have your own opinions? If you had your own opinions, you wouldn’t be such a genius, now would you? News Flash: You have a 3 pound organ known as the brain, learn to USE and EXERCISE it.

The whole point of this pointless and astray argument is for the love of everything pure, judge on what’s inside a person and for once leave the good things you do or think of while seeing facial beauty where they belong: in the gutter. Oh I meant in your head but frankly there is no difference, now is there?

 

Screw Everyone Part IV

Screw the people who are too absorbed in themselves to notice others. Screw the people who live life thinking they are the only ones that matter. Just because you were born a selfish jackass doesn’t mean that you have to remain that way all your life, you ignorant buttwipe!

Screw the people who place pieces of paper over human lives and emotions. Hey, if you’re going to be a greedy son of a beep at least have the courtesy of putting a sign around your neck that says so! Human life is priceless learn to appreciate it! Speaking of which, screw everyone who thinks they can judge which human life was worth getting massacred or killed and which wasn’t. If you are that shallow of a person who believes nothing but what you have been taught as a kid, kindly put a gun to your head and rid this world of one genius, please I beg you! You in no way are God, so stop acting like it! Every human life is sacred, no matter which freaking RELIGION OR BELIEF SYSTEM YOU FOLLOW YOU JACKASS! Stop saying, “he got what he deserved”. Screw these people in every way possible!

Screw the idiots who would defend politicians while their brethren sit out in the cold with corpses of their loved ones, demanding justice. Actually screw the entire nation that would do so. Screw the politicians, the courts, and the whole system that can’t safeguard the life of its people.

Screw the beeping b*tches that would stare at screens all day and are incapable of forming an opinion of their own. Screw the sadistic bastards that would sit and argue about roads being made while people die from lack of clean water around them. You sirs, disgust the living shit almost as much as the f*cking morons who dub everything bad that happens as the wrath of God and declines to help those in need.

Screw the politicians in general for always seeking their own benefit. You’re supposed to lead people, if you are going to be a two faced liar; please at least have the courtesy of being an honorable two faced dung bat?

Screw the people who are afraid to admit change. Things changes, shit happens, learn to deal with or just crawl back into the cradle you came out from. Screw the people who don’t value the ones that love them. No, I’m not asking you to love them back but I’m asking you to actually respect the other person’s feelings and actually be honest about your effing own. If someone loves you, be glad because honestly you don’t deserve it, you self centered ass! Screw the weak hearted morons who whine continuously about their love lives, if you are going to be a whiner, go die alone please because frankly no one gives a damn! Screw all the mentally impaired lovers who cling on to relations when the love has died, if you are a coward save yourself the trouble and pull the trigger instead or tell your partner that you don’t love them instead of whining like a little jackass?

Screw the retards that label people as insane or retarded if their opinions don’t match with the society. It’s called being different and actually shows that you have a working brain, just because you choose to be a mindless zombie, doesn’t mean everyone chooses to do so!

Screw the retards who breeze through life on the back of others. If you’re going to be a blood sucking leech, kindly please don’t whine when someone places a fire stick up your… Screw the people who degrade others, just because no one never appreciated something you did, doesn’t mean you have ruin the confidence of others, you approval seeking retard!

Screw everyone who passes judgments without full facts. No one asked for your opinion, it is equivalent to crap, learn this fact, PERIOD! Screw the macho morons who term everything they don’t like as “gay”. Just because you’re blind as a dumb and deaf bat doesn’t mean everyone else in the world is. Screw the egoistic retards pushing their favorite genres of music on one another. People have different choices and tastes, deal with it, you moron!

Screw everyone for just waking up in the morning and going about their lives thinking nothing is wrong with the world we live in. Screw the wanna be philosophers, you sirs should definitely try out this new concept of shutting up, would work wonders for your life.

Screw you for actually reading through this entire piece of crap and screw me for writing it because honestly no one gives a crap, no one ever did and never will.

Cryptic Letters – Part I

Writer’s Note: Well, I was really bored so thought of giving myself a challenge. Even though it didn’t turn out to the way I wanted it to, it was a good exercise to keep myself busy for a little time. Oh for all those who are busy and don’t have time to decrypt the whole thing, you can view the unsolved letter here (though it’s very easy): UNSOLVED LETTER

P.S. Click to enlarge the pic