Drops of Forever


Lately, it has been raining cats and dogs in Lahore and I happened to step out in the pouring rain for a cruise with a close friend of mine, it was one of those long drives where you just indulge in good music (preferably easy listening) and unwind. I was sitting shotgun and my gaze was naturally directed towards the swishing windshield wipers and the glistening rain-soaked road that lie ahead. The aimlessly falling raindrops on the glass, sliding, intermingling with other drops, paving their paths, captivated me.

I got lost in my own little reverie.  I didn’t see these raindrops for what they actually were, I saw them as a million little crystals being reflected by light. The moment one little drop fell on the glass windshield, it transformed into a diamond, and it turned everything it touched into a gleaming Broadway show. It was almost surreal, I realized how magical the world could be if I just tweaked how I perceived little things.


Something as little as a micro drop of water could hold the power to transform everything around it into a Leonid Afremov-esque painting (His work is mesmerizing). It’s such a beautiful sight to see that a drop of water holds a mirror within, and that the moment it gets struck by light , its a flawless diamond lighting the world. Its truly a spectacular sight if you view it from a different perspective. They say it rains diamonds on Jupiter, they say it rains diamonds on Saturn…I’d like to believe that it rains diamonds on Earth, its just about thought. 🙂

The (In) dependent Mind: Where Art Thou?

“Independent.” It’s an eleven-letter word that has a separate meaning for everyone. Take away the “in” from independent and it becomes dependent (pun intended). Have you ever thought of the true essence of being independent? Of what it truly means to be liberated? If you have, then you surely know that it begins with the mind. An independent mind is what enables us to be truly enlightened.

You and me, we all know that our brain doesn’t exactly work with a hamster racing on a wheel. It’s really a refined piece of machinery that functions without a squeak. It’s a complex structure that needs to be well oiled like any other machine to ensure good performance. And no, that almond oil you apply to your hair is not going to magically massage your mind, however, mental stimulation will.

Mental stimulus is like a jigsaw puzzle that is missing an essential piece. This misplaced piece is what restricts us to conform to norms that develop our mind in a manner where even “freethinking” has to be confined within a predefined box. Even though independent or freethinking is something that is variable for every individual, it’s still not a widely accepted notion. Your way of contemplating something could be different from mine. We could be thinking of the same subject and view it from a distinct perspective.

If you’re a student who is currently studying in/were in school, you can walk down memory lane and imagine yourself as a 14 year old. One day in math class, you solved a math equation with a different technique and got the same answer as the teacher, but it was deemed wrong because it wasn’t done according to the way it was taught to you. The solution to the math equation was correct, and yet it was considered wrong. The teacher’s way of reaching a solution was different than yours.

There are abundant ways of accomplishing a simple task, if I didn’t follow the procedure that was dictated to me, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s wrong. Our problem is, that we focus on things that don’t exactly matter. We pay attention to the process first rather than the end results whereas it should be vice versa.

Independent thinking isn’t something that will suddenly grow outside your window like a beanstalk sprouting from magic beans. And it can’t be climbed without the right support from your environment. Our principal aid is our schooling; the university or school we study at plays a significant role in the way we think.

Most of the time, our cognitive thinking abilities are blocked out by other people’s insights. We refrain from voicing our opinions because we fear rejection, in one-way or another. When we try to think ‘out of the box’ (a term coined according to an individual’s perception) it basically means that we’re going against the norm. We’re willing to question the ordinary and discover the extraordinary. The only way that can be achieved is if we break the shackles that are binding us, explore our own abilities and not be afraid of being different.

Our mind is not meant to be inert; it has the remarkable ability to perform innumerable functions in a split second. It’s faster than a supercomputer and it can expand as much as we allow it to but if we overpower our mind at an early age, and stop stimulating it, we might never be able to recognize the genius amongst us. Cognitive thinking is like a bird, the longer you cage it, the sooner it will forget to fly. It’s time that we set it free from old judgments and let it soar the skies of new understanding.

Go Down the Rabbit Hole: A Writer’s Manifesto

Writing for Digital Media

1. You are the work. The work is you: both an articulation of the self and a possibility for self-reflection. Be honest in creation: allow yourself to bleed into the work, but also allow it to work on you. Your work can show you things: illuminate and clarify your own thoughts, motivations, actions. If you do it right, you will find the work changing you, too.

2. Thinking is process. Laying on the floor. Sitting on park benches. Getting lost on purpose. These are all working. Learn the difference between mindless distraction and mindful wandering.

3. Go down the rabbit hole. Sometimes the work isn’t about what you think it is. Allow yourself to get lost down alleyways, to follow a train of thought around a corner. Don’t feel you need to reign yourself in. Too much focus squeezes all the possibility for revelation out of the work.

4. Fear…

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Betrayal.. My Dear Beatrice

The world is not all what it seems. Our perceptions change with the passage of time, our experiences mold us into the people we are at present. Why is it that even though, we evolve as individuals, people around us view us as the same. They look at us with the same perception that they created months or maybe years back. I wonder why there isn’t room for acceptance. And the one thing that boggles my mind is the lack of reliability among our kith and kin. I’ve witnessed it and experienced it, time and time again, that people can never be truly yours. They would make false claims to the point of ultimately making you believe it, they would pretend to be the closest to you, they’d reach out to you a couple of times assuring you that they’re there, but they would vanish into thin air the moment you truly need them.

People tend to thrive on other people’s sadness. it’s unfortunate but true, and this post may sound negative due to it’s melancholy permeated tone but these are just facts of life and some of us are exposed to them more often than others. The word friend has become such a loosely used term in this day and age, its like its lost it’s true essence. People would call you their friend and avoid you when you’d need them to be there. If people avoid you because of something that you did then it’s understandable, but if they steer clear of you for no reason whatsoever its deeply troubling.

Everyone has the right to know if they made a mistake and they have the right to fix it. People tend to tread on other people’s feelings while protecting their own, they seldom realize the bitter disappointments and heartbreaks they leave others with. And the tragic part is that no one is there to heal your open wound.

No matter how hard you try to move past these experiences, they haunt you like that childhood memory of yours when you thought there was a monster under your bed. And you try to be there as an individual, the people who you’re there for the most will turn their back on you without giving it a second thought. It’s a vicious cycle; you’re a relatively normal individual in the beginning, then you get hit by one or two such instances in your life, you move along and don’t lose faith then, when you keep getting hammered and you reach rock bottom, you become highly sensitive to your surroundings and stop trusting people easily.

It’s just how life is for some mortal beings. The more you care the more you get hurt. You rarely get what you give, in return. Only the person who goes through it truly, genuinely knows what it’s like to be the one standing alone in the pouring rain. The best you can do for yourself is to stop relying on people and learn to walk alone. it’s not an easy task but worth the effort.

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So…I finally have a blog. I kinda knew it would happen, I wonder why it took me so long to create one; considering the fact that I enjoy writing and it’s something I’m passionate about. Nevertheless, I don’t really know how this whole blogging thing goes, I’m a rookie but I’m gonna try and give it a shot… so i guess I’m supposed to be introducing myself in this post and talk about what all this blog is going to be about but as the title suggests;  It’s going to be as RANDOM as it gets.

I won’t be writing about serious matters or preach, this blog will solely be dedicated to ranting about everyday things, trivial matters and what goes on in the life of an average human being, because as much as I’d like to believe that I’m special, I’m not, so you can expect a  lot of sob stories, every day life drama,  real life enactment of Indian “Saas Bahu” soap operas (that seem to be popular among the Pakistani audience) and of course poetry that I manage to brew at 3am when I can’t go to sleep.

So yeah…I guess that’s about it, the basic purpose of this blog is to be unexpected, unpredictable; much like life. There isn’t going to be one recurring pattern and if you’re looking to read something that follows a direction, you MIGHT not find it here since I happen to be terrible at following instructions. 😀

Thoughts on life, love and everything in between.. transcribed by a self proclaimed bleeding writer.