Be the change

We, the citizens of Pakistan, are more blamable than our government for the exploitation in our country today. Realize it or not!

No one is unaware of the fact that corruption has worked its way into our country completely. Every single part of our daily life is affected by this uninvited and unwelcomed guest. Gun shooting, street crimes, road accidents, robbery, bribe, violent protests, strikes and what-not! Everything has wreaked havoc on our precious land and has shadowed us like a beast. The increasing mortality rate is an evidence of our putrid society.

In such a critical condition, we, citizens think that we are unable to do anything. We are actually too afraid to stand up against evil. We blame our government for everything that goes wrong. We abuse them with the bitterest words we know and reward them with curses. Have we ever thought that our country is made of us, the people? We contribute the most in designing our nation; either beautiful or ugly. Have we ever thought how can we make our country better?

Be the change you wish to see in the world
-Gandhi 

Let’s see. Every one of is well aware of the individual rights that our country is supposed to provide us but none of us even bother to know about the individual duties that we are supposed to perform as a responsible citizen. It’s very easy to blame others but very hard to realize one’s own mistakes.  We can write a list of laws that are not being followed by our officials but we try to conceal the violence that we are causing to our country’s constitution. We refuse to comply the rules every single day.

Do we follow the traffic rules? Do we practice our jobs faithfully? Do we pay our taxes? We don’t even wait in a line for our turn; we push and try to get first. We are the ones who bear off rights of our fellow citizens more than anyone else. If are assigned to be intermediates between donors and poor, we eat more than we feed. Who is wrong? It’s definitely us!

We need to change ourselves. No matter how helpless and incapacitated we think we are, we can bring a change. This change can only be brought when every single citizen of this country will realize its responsibility and think optimistically. This change can be brought when we will unite, improve ourselves and change ourselves before trying to change the whole country.

I repeat: Few officials do not make the country. I agree that we cannot challenge their power and authority but the strength in unity is unbeatable. If we improve ourselves, our country will progress. I promise.

Remember! We are the people of an independent democratic country. We have all the authority. Either we can wait for the change forever or we can be responsible citizens and see our country touching the heights. Choice is all ours J 

Black

AND when you get stabbed inside your heart from the person closest to you, your feelings die. You don't feel sad for what has just happened to you or angry for who has done it to you. You just feel empty. You feel dead!


Life is not always the same. It plays games. You can not realize how harsh life could be until and unless you become the victim. It's exactly like you can not tell how does a sweet taste until you eat it. It's as simple as that. 



When you really get to know how it feels when life has played such a big game on you, You laugh. You laugh because you don't understand anything. And then you remain silent. Silent because you've nothing to say. Absolutely nothing. And then you walk away. Not because you're a coward but because this tragedy was beyond your expectations. And then you die. Die from inside. And then everything seems BLACK. And this is when you know this is an end. An split end. A weak end. The end which was never expected, never wanted, never welcomed. The end which had to come, now or never. 


You might not understand this babble right now. I don't either. But when you chew on that sweet, you'll know. come read this again and you'll agree on every word that is written. Goodbye.

Karachities and a villager...

Two minutes ago I was in bed thinking about something.

Something that has been bothering me since…since forever!

I cannot deal with these thoughts anymore, cannot keep them inside me. NO PLEASE. They have to come out. Either politely or aggressively, I don’t care. I cannot take one more sleepless night. So here I am, putting these ceaseless bothersome thoughts in words, hoping that at least somebody will read this and realize what he/she is doing to me- to the people who feel the same as I do.

Karachi is city of lights. People living here feel gallant to be called Karachities and I am absolutely cool with it. I have shifted to this city a few months before-7, I guess. I am a girl with colorful personality. I adopt the culture of any place in a blink of eye. For me Karachi wasn’t a challenging place to be adjusted in-considering the fact that I’ve been visiting this city from very childhood.

I had no harsh feeling for the people of this city until they didn’t interfere in my life. Of course I am not talking about my friends who were and are more than welcome to stay in my life forever. I am talking about those wanna-bees who tried to influence me with their not-so-cool attitude and when they failed, they started making fun of me. Am I making it really confusing? Let me be direct.

There are some trends of this city which are truly absurd. For example, if you pay attention during class, you are geek. If you study, you are nerd; If you ask questions, you are flattering teacher; If you go for extra help, you are uthao (picking?:S); If you are not involved in the maze of love triangles, you are mama-daddy kid; If you don’t backbite, you are a coward; If you don’t bunk classes, you are so uncool and the list goes on… It wasn’t the same in my village. There was time to everything. We studied in class and enjoyed our studies. We were trained and appreciated to be ambitious and laborious- not teased. Life was fun without all the love mysteries and there was much more to think about than just “how to attract the opposite gender”. People were judged on the basis of their character, not face. There weren’t burger kids who underestimated other pupils just because they are owner to the extravagant cars. Everyone was free to be him/her-self and life was peaceful.

Also, many people seem to take my language-Sindhi on heart. Either they don’t like it or they like it very much, I cannot decide. They laugh or smile when I speak in my dearest language and sometimes ask me to repeat the phrase and I do it! I do it so proudly-proud for both promoting my language and making the other person smileJ. But sometime I wonder what’s so wrong in speaking my language. Of course speaking English is important and fissionable-for them and I can speak it more fluently then many of them. I wonder why don’t they encourage their own language-our own language-Urdu<3. If not them, then who?

Not all the citizens are same, obviously. There are many people who are nicer than those back home and show more maturity in many matters. I love those people and I let them interfere in my life because I know the amendments they’ll do will not harm me anyhow. The city is full of many wise and inspiring people who may outnumber those who are mentioned earlier but a black dot on white sheet is noticed before the whiteness.

I am rueful for my harsh tone. Sometimes I feel really helpless and lonely in this crowded city and curse our government for lack of educational resources in my village. I feel like running back to my little heaven, situated on the distance of three hours from here, go there and breathe some air of freedom and feel the cool breeze of peace. Definitely life is not luxuriant over there as it is here but luxurious love of villagers is unmatchable and no mortal money can buy it.

I am not denying the fact that the city has blessed me with precious gift of education and I am not saying that my judgment is always right but some people have to change their obnoxious behavior and stop jumping in other people’s life. I will not run away from this city as a coward, no matter what. I am a fighter and if my words do not influence them, my behavior will. Someday. J. *yawning*. I think I’ll have a good night sleep tonight :D 

Pride and Dignity

“In order to maintain one’s dignity, one must undertake the responsibility for his actions whatever the outcome.” 

In today’s world everybody pursues to set up their reputation and be popular among the group of people he/she is living with. Out of every 100 people, 95 make it and get respect from their peers but out of those 95, barely 5 people are successful to satisfy themselves. This happens only because in order to satisfy all others, they forget about themselves that what their soul requires them to do. Today, world is full of people who are victims of depression and stress, who are regretting for their actions and trying to fight with their sorrows in order to come back to their life and live it again. These are the people who lack self-reliance and self-confidence.

Man is a social animal. In order to survive, people need people of course. One cannot live his life in solitude and relish it at the same time, but this kind of dependency should be constrained to a certain limit. Men should rely on each other for socializing or sharing love. They should also communicate, exchange their ideas and learn from experiences. What men shouldn’t do is degrade their selves, kill their inside, execute their self-esteem and live their life in accordance to other people. By doing this, they’ll not only lose their pride but also blame others for the outcomes to their actions.

The most important thing in world is to satisfy you. It is a very famous saying that you can never satisfy all the people in world. Once you succeed in satisfying yourself, you will see everyone else satisfied. To maintain your dignity watch out what you had done and what you should do now. Act wisely and life will bow in front of you.

I am bored!

I am lethargic .

I have been sick for few days and now I am exhausted of hiding in bed. 

I slept 24/48 hours in last two days but still I feel terribly ill.

I am just bored, I guess.

Why bored? cause I have nothing to do? 

Nay. Bored 'cause I want to be :/

I have lots of things awaiting me on my to-do list, but I just couldn't embark on any of them.

I can just make sketch of my friend or fill the scholarship form which is due in 2 days. :O

I can complete my homework or may be socialize with my sister's friends who are staying at our house.

I can at least reply wall posts on FaceBook but I won't do it. 

I have been online from last few hours on FB, wandering on my own wall, skimming through funny pictures (nothing that brought a little curve on my monotonous face) but i didn't bother to answer any notifications. I don't feel like doing it.

What's wrong with me? I mean life is just weird these days. My laughter is faded to a little smile. Mischievous-me is suddenly revolutionized in to boring-me. I am happy but sad. I can't figure out. Is that just 'cause I don't feel well or something  is wrong that I don't know of. 

Oh well, I know what'll make me feel better! My American friend Jenn(Butt-noddle) sent me a letter a month before and it reached today, dad told me. I am going to grab it from downstairs and read it. This news just made me dramatically happy. Oh gosh. I can't wait. I'll let you all go. See you soon. Thanks for wasting your time with me. Haha.