Contented

You don't always get what you want, in fact most of the time one might complain how things never go their way but if looked upon from another perspective, you might actually understand that with every bit of light taken away from you, a part of darkness goes away too.

One of my best friends got nikkah-fied and I wasn't able to be a part of her big day. The ceremony was in the country I'm currently staying though another city, but going was possible...I've been planning on what to wear and how to go from about 12 months and in the end things came up and I missed it.

The time when I was told I won't be able to attend the event at 1pm next day, I couldn't stop crying and being angry at all those who made it less possible... I remember clearly spending the entire class crying and the following night sulking, was rude to almost everyone who talked to me [and I apologize now] and hated every bit of my life. It was a moment when everything and everyone was just another thing and person I wish didn’t exist, seemed like my life ended and I had no purpose to live: p I couldn’t think of a time when I was any more depressed and I kept justifying my absurd behavior by telling myself and other how important it was for me to go and how I’ve been working and thinking on it ever since I came to know!

During those funny hours when I was on my bed in an insanely dramatic pose sobbing and sniveling about how unfair life is and how the world came down crashing in the blink of an eye, wondering how happy I used to be and thinking of myself as a tragic phenomenon of this century; I failed to realize how immature and typically juvenile I was being. A few hours later when the night passed and I got to see faces of the few people I love and my day started as routine and things seemed pretty much normal, when I could actually ‘think’ and life wasn’t after all ‘dark and gloomy’ I realized how all my friends made an effort to cheer me up, not to mention I didn’t miss any chance to exploit it and even though they knew it , each one of them kept being incredibly adoring and exceedingly caring, you guys didn’t make it so obvious, it is understood when you do something even though everybody knows how much you hate to.

Anyway the purpose of writing all of this was just to express how much I appreciate my life; you’ll find many reasons as well, you only have to look for it! Life is indeed overrated, it always has the best for you, and all you need is a new perspective J

hello.

Things are always a mess when I start posting another entry here, but it’s comical how I feel a lot better by the time I actually post it. While people have siblings, friends, books, mobile phones or psps, I have a keyboard and my pen. I actually find myself quiet lucky to be able to write, it doesn’t matter how good or bad I am at it. Writing is one thing that have always given me a lot more than I expected, infact each time I was attracted to it more. Even when I gave up on it, it didn’t, and today after so many months I’m back with millions of stories inside my head.

Nothing aligned or organized, it’s a pool of words that forms an ocean and drowns me inside. After seeing how bad I am with people and relations, I’ve decided not to invite any further mess. It’s good to be reserved and lonely rather than having a bunch of people who you can’t rely on. No offence meant to my friends or any other person reading this, it’s just a random thought, an observation I strongly believe.

Every time I complain about either a friend or family, there are many who oppose my thought, they have thousands of reasons and facts to prove me wrong, every time they strive to make me realize that I’m mistaken and things aren’t the way I see. Every time I’m accused of being immature and small minded however I haven’t met a more optimistic mind than mine in ages. Well it’s natural that I ignore the compliments and keep whining about the comments they passed on me, but It works good for me.

I’m the kind of person who enjoys knowing more about me, and every other day is a new experience. All the stupid steps that I take make me cry and laugh after wards, but in the long run I’m glad that there isn’t a part of life that I’m not missing on.

‘If only heart asked for a reason…’

‘If only heart asked for a reason…’

I wasn’t pissed at them; it was the pigeon that ditched me last night. I was lost in my seven years old story, when I first time met him. I’m not used to of keeping a journal, but if I did at that time, it would’ve said something like this…

‘Dear Friend, (if that’s how it starts…

I saw a pigeon today, it looked beautiful. It was white as snow and clear as a pearl, I've only dreamed about such flawless beauty so it sure was a sight to see. It sat on the branch of a tree right beside me, I turned towards the tree and I couldn't get my eyes off it. 



I only fantasized a little and it started to take off, as it moved in the right direction, I ran after it...Following it all the way into the jungle bare foot, forgetting that I cannot fly, forgetting it was way beyond my league, forgetting who I was I just ran to capture one more glance of the damn pretty thing.’

‘…Its been a week, and I’m still following it, it does sound crazy; running after something that you secretly believe you can’t ever get, but I don wana regret later..So ill keep following it until it comes to me.And even if it never does, I’m sure it’ll take me to some place better than this. Following my own dream wouldn’t get me into big trouble, that’s what I believe…’

A part of me still believes that, while the other is lost since that very day…My faith was right but it proved me wrong, I guess I wasn’t running for nothing, but yes I do wish I did!

‘…Months have passed yet I can’t be repulsive towards it, my keenness to want it have been raised…I still run every time it departs, I still sit back and stare at it during night…days are less relaxing for us, it knows I’ve been following it, it doesn’t react on it much..But I’m glad he knows…’

‘Today ‘It’ became a ‘he’ for me…I and the pigeon are now good friends, he appreciate how I’ve been there for him and helped in during rainy days, he understands how much I care for him and how much I adore him. I think I’ve fallen for his flawless attractiveness and I’m pretty sure he likes me too, but let’s not ruin the moment and enjoy the pleasures of uncertainty.’

If only I did…sometimes things are better unsaid, some questions are better uncovered, and sometimes possession isn’t everything!

‘It was a different look; I knew for sure it’s the right time. We both promised to stay together always. Now I’m letting him sleep as he stopped to give me some rest. How caring of him to understand I’m a human and walking bare feet isn’t a piece of cake, only if I could express enough gratitude to him for understanding something he never felt, and won’t ever come across.’

Those were the days of life, there was a strange excitement in everything we did or said together...even seeing him fly was so exotic that it made me feel like I have my own wings, as days passed and nights spend helping and understanding each other, we were pretty much happy as far as I remember.

‘I love him more now…he is a different person to me, a part of him that I never knew. I touched him for the first time, it was soft and obsessive. With him days are brighter and nights are more wonderful than ever…’

I don’t deny that those times were great, I just can’t figure out why life is like this to me now. I go back a few years and then when I return, I keep wondering if it’s still me that’s living, or u took the nice-err part away and I’m left with just what I don’t like.

‘you stay in the palm of my hands most of the time, talking to you is like letting out all the burden from inside of me and throwing it in a river that washes them away. I’m the happiest with you; you’ve brought the best part out of me…’

…and how would I know at that time that you would go and take that very part along with you…

Its been years now…I’ve grown up, I stopped fantasizing… I’ve stopped dreaming about us, about my life with you, about all that’s not practical and about anything that seems fake…and if I did have a journal, today the pages would say…

‘I ran in the jungle barefoot; just to catch a sight of you. I potentially put my entire life on stake, for living a dream with you. I have you now and after all these years, I don’t know what to do with you… I’ve no more to talk about, no more to share. You don't have anymore adventures for me as I’ve grown up. Did we ever go along? No, it was always one living while the other compromising, welcome to reality my love…we both are now tired…’

And if I did have a journal, it would end with my last words sealed in for no one to know.

‘…I let go today, I’ve set you free, for it is where you belong. You know I am right, but you hate me for being right, you weren’t ready, I wasn’t ready, but I din have a choice. How long can I hold onto something like this, to someone like you…’

‘…I am living in this cruel world now, I see and I know that I cannot fly, I believed but I don’t today, that I had wings… the sky is far again and the sand is what I walk on again… my grave would be underground, beneath the soil I shall be buried. I know I’m a human and I know what I am; I know we don’t belong together so I set u free…’

This would bring my seven years' story to an end, but if I’m stupid enough to believe that this would end my love for you... I need to wake up and realize. Whatever happens is for the best, we both din belong together…

DEATH- A Chilling Thought

I am a mortal being, then how dare I neglect the eternal fact and make promises forever. Forever is a cliché, It neither has a face nor an existence, but Death does.

I might live for years treasuring my possessions and creating my own life, but in the process of doing so why did I forget I am perhaps a possession of Him. I accept and I expect new lives to be brought in my way, then why do I complain to Him for taking His own lives away. Everything comes to an end after all! Life isn’t like a dream nor like a movie, can’t always be perfect can neither be crafted by hands or pens...it is indeed a magical world created by our Miraculous God. What my God has planned I dare do not know, but He tells me about it, that it is what our future awaits.

A tiny fear that lies beneath the heart of all, from the richest in this world to the most poor, to the happiest and also the most miserable, Death it is. What human is he, if he doesn’t believe in death? Who denies the dreadful existence? We humans perceptibly hold no right and perhaps no power to challenge the inescapable and inexorable death.

It is certainly beyond our understanding; the secret fortune Allah has blessed us with, in some cases which could be rearticulated as ‘destiny we are cursed with.’ Life perhaps turns out to be very insignificant and very short to be observed and talked about when compared, just a fatal existence that is puffed up in every potential way every time, unfortunately everywhere. It’s depressing how we see lives taken away everyday and yet not realize that it is where we will be someday. We prefer ignoring rather than thinking of our time, we prefer hiding it rather than facing.

True that we hide it deep inside, but it comes out one day, it has to. A terror trapped inside, the most bloodcurdling and frightening of all, an existence that deteriorates the mightiest being and diminishes the most awful ache, it is indeed what reminds us of Allah and it is indeed what we Muslims struggle for. Death, however is the most disturbing of all, can be at times a blissful invitation for someone, while knowing how horrendous it is yet we still don’t know how dreadfully horrifying it can be for someone!

Every human in this world lives to make his ending better, somehow or in some way. All that we do in this planet adds to our deeds, either it covers the way further or removes a hurdle from the way but we know it is all recorded till the end. We don’t wana die insulted, we don’t wana die with no good place to go, we don’t wana die manically but what we all want is a peaceful death. When our life ends, all we Muslims wish for is a safe way back home, where the ummah of our dear prophet belongs to; we all wana clear our easy way direct to the heavens! Well let’s wish we all do, but who are we fooling, ourselves? c’mon aren’t you aware of your daily rituals? Do you actually think you’re clearing your way? Well think again, you’re not struggling enough!

Our future is unpredictable, though millions claim to predict and discern, but tomorrow is never known to us humans except for the fact that somewhere someday death will find us. Its funny how the strongest and most intellectual bureaucrats in this world know, and up till now can’t hinder neither the world nor themselves from the gruesome death. Even the thought of which is spine tingling and horrifying, no wonder we can’t wonder what it actually might be.

When you realize your inner fear isn’t wealth or any worldly beings, you know you’re afraid of your mortality. When the leaves blow that block the dark side of your heart, you can see it coming. And nothing remains here now, nothing! There is possibly no escape, but there is a way to make it less fearful, give Him a reason to have mercy on you, give Him a reason to not punish you, give Him a reason to show kindness and be amused by His great kind-heartedness and benevolence. Give Him just one reason and save yourself from the ruthless end of this life, give Him just one for He has given you many…

Life in a day

Yawning and eyes almost shut but I can’t go to bed before trapping these exquisite memories and writing them down as fresh as they are, from the first smile upon your face as u looked at me to the last look in your eyes, it’ll always be inside of me.
 

A day with the person I wish I could be with my whole life, a day with just the two of us. It’s crazy how everything turns out to be fun when you’re around. From morning 8 till midnight, at home and then hitting the mall, doing crazy things that weren’t planned were all the part of my perfect day. The delicious food and the precious gifts, the discussion and arguments about important stuff, the worried mood that was washed away with the excitement, the drawing and playing, the searching and the buying, the movie and the cooking, the Frappuccino and the ‘Friends Forever’ doughnuts, the laughing and the smiling! Ahh all you need in a life, all I had in a day.. You just gave me a Life in a day!

It’s your fascinating self that wants me to be there for you every time of the day. Best friends do anything and everything for each other, and I’ve known that…well since forever maybe because I’ve heard it or even felt it at times but never felt it as bad and as insistently as today. The little smiles that brighten up my world and the little surprises that make it a fantasy, all of today, each part of it was like living a dream.

You are my best friend not because I can talk to u about everything but simply because I can literally talk to u about anything! I never really have second thoughts before telling you my secrets, and the things I’ve rather be keeping to myself. Whether the family stuff or some guy problem whether the fights with friends or the bad days where you do nothing but whine about all the random not-so-good stuff in your life, I know I have one person right behind to listen to all the crap I wana say. You are indeed the only person who’ve had the worst of me and is still so close, you know when I need you bad even when I yell out loud that I don’t, you know and you’re always there when I scream and beg to be alone coz deep inside I’m begging you to stay. You are the one who can actually see the tears behind my smile and it’s not just a cliché you can actually figure out if there’s something bothering me... and yea one thing about me that I hate myself is my egotistical nature, something I really wish wasn’t there and one thing that always forces me into messing up stuff..one thing that possibly potentially can ruin my whole life but yes another bad thing you know and you can deal with  :)

It’s amazing the fact that you were so sure I would love what you did. What more can I ask for than a hand I can always reach when I’m falling, a smile I can always look at when I’m down, a shout I can always hear when I’m wrong, a friend I can always call after screwing up everything. Someone I call the worst things and hurt as much as I can, someone I yell at so bad that if that someone did the same I wouldn’t forget in a million years, someone I expect to hug me even if I smell worse than frying onions or rotten eggs or I vomit after eating strawberries or the smell of all these combined (seriously, eeeewww) and not just a hug, a one long enough to soothe me down.

Well you might not be that amazing, Im well aware of all your bad stuff too. A lot of people have seen you pretty and casual but ive seen the most ugly version of you. Ive heard you cry for as long as it takes for a man to die listening :P and ive seen you cry for things as little as a __ well never mind :P apart from this, something’s I never knew about you and after this summer I do are those which actually makes me happy :P hehe coz the fact that you’re too nice always did bothered me a little :P but I know now you care about yourself a lot though you’re not selfish and you expect people to know about what you did invisibly.. lol a lot more about you that all isn’t good neither bad, but all that what makes me happy, I’m glad to know you.

My addiction- My crazy Friends !

When it comes to friends, I’m always filled up with stories to tell. But yeah there’s no way I can get my thoughts written down in words!
Friendship is said to be the most important relation of a person's life, well it has many more definitions and is often discussed about, but friendship is unlike any of the things I’ve ever heard. It’s not just about love, or about trust, neither just about helping; not only supporting or caring is friendship but much more. For me friendship is more like a habit, like a need, something u can’t live without, for me friendship is a must.
Missing my friends at all times of the day is obvious but really wanting to talk to them and for no special reason makes me wonder sometimes how can someone be so much important. Why am I wanting to know about them after every 2nd hour, why is there this weird depression or anxiety when haven’t talk to them for long, there may be a day I’ve lived without food, but none without friends. Everyone loves their friends of course they do, that’s the only reason they call each other 'friends', but did anyone ever thought of calling the person; who annoys you the most, or sum one who irritates u all the time, or someone whom you’re jealous from, or someone you don’t like; you’re best friend ???
Well that’s what makes me and my girls different from the rest. I love friends, yes I do and I say that we're perfect, not because we love each other or we care, but because we need no other. We fight, we curse, we hurt each other the most, there are misunderstandings and jealousy, there’s sometimes irritation and hatred, but we're still the best of friends, we’re not really good at keeping secrets and r never ready to apologize even when guilty, but we comfort and help, we support and appreciate, we know each other completely. In fact sometimes it’s really hard to deal with a situation just because we know what the real thing is while the other is trying to hide it. We understand when a friend is sad even if there’s the biggest smile on her face, we know there’s something wrong even if she tries hard to hide her tears, and anything we do together is fun. We're ready to die just for the smile of the other, selfishness is what we practice, insulting is what we never forget. Hitting is what we l0ve and fighting is our favourite job.
I can proudly say that all my friends were there in all my bad times (if not there would’ve been no bad day, that was all a gift from on to other…the bad days and the miserable time)
no one dares to hurt us so we take the pledge to do it ourselves but then every time a fight ends it leaves us loving each other more at the end of the day.

After reading this people would say that I’m obsessed with my girls, well I guess I am a little crazy about it. I AM! There is something that connects us, something that makes us feel for each other in the same way even after the worst arguments. There is a secret element which no other firm manufactures and makes us feel so relaxed and relieved when we’re together, no matter what the problem is, regardless of the time it arrives at, no matter how big the hurdle is, we always stand hand-in-hand ready to jump as highest as possible. There’s no problem in digging ourselves out of the deepest of depression! There’s no man on earth that can separate us, no one can make us apart, coz we're connected somehow.

Just wanted to say that I love all my friends from the core of my heart and I’m going to stay beside no matter what. You’re more than a need, you’re more than a want…u losers are my addiction!