IQ's: December 2005

28 December 2005

2006 ...

Another new year approaching ...

Lots of new resolutions to be passed YET again !!!

My much acclaimed music taste has gone to hell these days thanks to the seeming-to-be-never-ending shaadis. I wonder why every one prefers getting married in DECEMBER? So much that you daily have to go through the irritating process of selecting clothes then jewelry and then shoes and swearing that by the end of this DEC there won't be any eligible bachelors left and then end up shivering at the marriage lawns waiting for the NIKHAH to be performed so that you can go back to home!

So my music taste and shaadis go hand in hand because at the weddings they no more play head banging METALLICA or soul-driven LED ZEPPELIN. They play BOMBAY ROCKERS, RDB and JAY SEAN there and when you're home and wake up in the morning you're humming TERI TU HUMEESHA YAAD SATAWAY and DHOL VAJDA and your mom and brothers stare at you as if you're pure nuts!!!!

HA!

That's exactly what is happening with me these days!

IMAGINE!!

The transformation!!

All the way from STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN and WHISKEY IN THE JAR and NOVEMBER RAIN to BILLO NI TERA LAL GHAGRA and AARI ARI and KAJRA RAY !!! (Well exclude KAJRA RAY from the list :-S *sheepish smile* I happen to KINDA like this one)

21 December 2005

bahaar aai

bahaar aai

tu jaisay yak baar laut aaey hain phir adam say

woh khuwab saraay, shabab saray

jo teray hontoun pay mar mitay thay

jo mit kay her baar phir jiey thay

nikhar gaey hain gulab saray

jo teri yaadoun say mushk boo hain

jo teray ushaaq ka lahoo hain

bahaar aai ...

ubal paray hain axaab saray

malal-e-ahvaal-e-doostan bhi

khumar-e-aaghoosh-e-mahvashaan bhi

ghubaar khatir kay baab saray

teray humaray sawaal saray

jawaab saray

bahaar aai ...

tu khul gaey hain naey siray say

hisaab saray

naey siray say hisaab saray

bahaar aai ....

~ Faiz Sahib ~

20 December 2005

gar mujhay is ka yaqeen ho

meray humdum,meray dost

gar mujhay is ka yaqeen ho

kay teray dil ki thakan

teri aankhoun ki udaasi

teray seenay ki jalan
meri dil joi, meray piyaar say mit jaey gi

gar mera harf-e-tassali

woh dawa ho jis say

ji uthay phir tera ujra hoa bay noor dimaagh

teri peeshani say dhul jain gay taxleel kay daagh

teri beemar jawani ko shifa ho jaey

gar mujhay is ka yaqeen ho

meray humdum meray dost

~FAIX AHMED FAIX~

19 December 2005

bichar kay bhi ....

madhoosh houn
gum houn kahien
aao yahan younhi hi kabhee

khamoosh houn
houn bayqarar
aao yahan tum aik baar

aansoun mein chupay hain saaray gham
chah teri na ho kum
bus yehi doua

bichar kay bhi
alag na ho saka mujh say tu
teri yaadein saansoun mein rahien her dum
kabhee soocha na tha
kay kabhee woh qadam
choor jain gay mujhay ....

chup main naheen
na bayxubaan
kuch tu suno
younhi sahee
kah do jo tum bus aik baar
meray ho tum younhi kabhee ....

aansoun mein chupay hain saaray gham
chah teri na ho kum
bus yehi doua ...

14 December 2005

It is the worst point of my life. I'm stuck among my priorities, seeming to be unendless sessions of self indulgence and above all: choices. How hard it is to make a choice. One comes to know the brutal insane phenomenon of selecting and rejecting only when one is forced to do so.
How can you eliminate your only priority of life from your list of choices only on the sole reason that you ain't sure of the future. There still are something existing in this world by the name of HOPE and BELIEF.

I mean .... All I'm doing these days is wondering on the fact that life can be this bizarre. This rotten and this crap. This unjust.

LIFE IS SO DAMN UNFAIR.

This PRB don't let people realize what they're loosing. And the people just don't bother to give a damn to think on what they're loosing. One word ... Just one single word is enough to be the basis of your great loss. You can loose someone and you won't even notice. All you think that it is just another thing happening to you: some one quitting and someone entering and that because of this quitting-entering your life will not stop.

Yes.

So damn true.

Life will not stop. But some where at some point of your life, you'll realize. At some particular point you'll come to realize what you had lost in the past. Then you come to realize the importance of that person who had quitted or entered then. It is only then when you regret the indifferent attitude you had shown once.

I don't want to regret. Neither I want someone to regret.

13 December 2005

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs
Being purged, the fire in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

- "Romeo" in Romeo and Juliet act 1, sc. 1

I'm having my B.Com papers and here am I reading Romeo and Juliet for the ten thousandth and fifty ninth time!!!

Having William Shakespeare as your ultimate escape and unconditonal love is something good and to be proud of. But only intellectually! Not when you've your ECONOMICS OF PAKISTAN paper the next day and you're shedding tears on the sad demise of Ms. Juliet and Mr. Romeo!!!

I'm going to draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
And I'll draw it on my wrist
And as I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And with this flowing fountain,
All my problems are going to disappear

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Thanks to Mr. MAJ :-) for these awsome lines, truly depicting the bizzare state of utter frustration and helplessness.