I have a confession to make. I’m the biggest procrastinator alive on the face of this planet.
Anyone who wants to challenge me … See … Since you’re active and responsive enough to even think ‘bout challenging me, I’ve already beaten you at it.
LOL.
I’m getting clever day by day. LOL. But no! Whatever I say, I’m the undisputed procrastinator of the millennium.
Examples? I can provide you with hundreds of thousands of examples. But I don’t want to over load this dear lil’ blog o’ mine.
I wonder at times why things happen the way they do? Why can’t everyone be given a wand. We would have just waved the wand, shouted LINGA DIUM LAVIOSA and the things would have been all sweet. All sweet, all happiness and all fun. All love, all cares and all chocolates. No hate, no betrayals, no fear of tomorrow.
Kash aysa hota. But agar aysa hota tu kia hum woh hotay jo aaj hum hein. Agar xindagee mehux jadoo ki charee hilanay say bun jati tu kia hum apnay Mabood-e-Haqeeqi ko yaad kartay Kia hum relationships ko maintain rekhna seekhtay? Kia hum compromises kerna, give & take kerna jaan paatay?
NO! I don’t think so k aysa kuch bhi hoa hota. Life would have been so robotic.
So here we’re. We the human beings. We the not-so-robotic beings. We live, we die. We make decisions. We compromise. We select and we reject. We care and we show concern. We love and the same WE hate.
This is life. This is the beauty of life.
Changes – the determining factor of our lives.
I wonder at time how easily people get changed. So do I. I mean I’ve changed a ton in the last couple of days. The ETI has become / converted temporarily to a not-so-ETI. Or you can say that I’ve finally managed to push it back to the depths of my mind. But I’m also familiar to my phases. And this is only one of those famous Iqra’s phases.
LOL
Yahan tu woh soorat-e-haal bhi naheen k:
dil k khush rakhnay ko Ghalib yeh khayal acha hai
Kher, I’m off. These heavy eyelids of mine won’t let me compete in this staring contest with my monitor anymore.
STARES! OMG! This reminds me of … WHY DO PEOPLE STARE?
Question of the century. I’ll write on this soon
