When in doubt, talk about boobs. That's what I do.
Literally, it's been AGES since I posted. To get an idea of how long it has been since I last posted, you must know that I got comments from dinosaurs! And they're extinct now. But in case you thought I died with them, then you thought WRONG. My life has undergone drastic changes in these last few months: both in good and bad ways. I did a lot of new things, learnt lessons and made many stupid mistakes as well. Got myself a job and earned around 60k this summer.
Yes. I discovered, read and fell in love with Rumi.
It gave me a new, fresh outlook towards life: a paradigm shift. I started to think about religion, people, the universe in ways I had never thought or expected myself to think. For instance, I used to think of boobs as a pair of inflated balls.
Now, I'm confused about them. They're covered in a *erm*....a shroud of mystery.
On very serious note, I would strongly urge you all to read his works. I know, the hardcover copies at Liberty Bookstore are wayy to expensive. Maybe they don't want to sell them, they just want their customers to drool over their books. Ha ha. So back to Rumi. Reading him make me think differently about everything. I used to have strong opinions about everything, now I'm confused about every single thing. Then I must quote myself.
"Rather remain confused than believe the lies".
Confusion causes one to ask questions. Is there a God? Who is right, Taliban or USA? And if there is a god, then why is Justin Bieber still alive? Are Kim Kardashian boobs real? I think you get the idea.
Do you guys remember that post I did about the word,' random', no? Let me refresh your memories by quoting the first few sentences from the post.' Anything, anyone you can not specifically name is random. Like, "some random aunty came to our house yesterday, talked about random things to my Mom, ate a random sandwich I made and went away randomly '.
Today, I want to talk about another stupid word people frequently use without any specific reason: 'Lame'. Whenever you fail to come up with a witty comeback or don't get the joke, it's lame. "Me and some lame guy went out tonight to watch some lame movie. Then we had a lame dinner at some lame restaurant. He kissed me lamely at the door and didn't even ask to come in. It was such a lame night".
Yes. And so to all the people whose favorite word is lame: STFU! I prefer lame creativity over plagiarized coolness. I love creativity. It's an amazing God-like feeling to be able to create something extraordinary.
Last night after watching TDRK, I was thinking about how every big city has a superhero with a cape: Karachi doesn't. But then I remembered Altaf bhai and his parda. It all fits.
Okay bhai. We understand. Won't lift the parda at any cost. Can't bear to look at your black ass, bhai.
Guess what, I'll be turning twenty in just eighteen months. Grown up already. Though I feel no difference in myself since childhood. Bus pehley fridge lamba tha. Ab mei lamba hoon.
Time for some random pictures?