the scarlet sunset and bright falls,
the magic in endings!
the scarlet sunset and bright falls,
the magic in endings!
Who she was, who has become, who she dreams to be, not merely questions but pieces of a jigsaw which when stitched together would construct her being. Retrospective, introspective, contemplative she grew. Carefully put together, an image appeared, each piece fitting well. Gaping in perplexity, she felt familiar yet unfamiliar with the image before her eyes, she blinked. It puzzled her, the unfamiliarity. She left the stitched pieces to reflect the dim light of the pale fluorescent lamp. A blue light scattered in the room as quietly slid the curtain to gaze at the night sky, it was blue, blue in the glimmer of the distant stars before the sky could be lit amber by a sunrise. Before the dawn, she woke up to a realization, her unfamiliar future resided in her dreams floating on the horizons in the sky of her will… she is… an open book of riddles even to herself!
I have written something after long enough that it felt like an age passed. My endeavour culminated in composition of a Haiku which earned a feature at a poetry platform. Here it is, titled as: Poetic In Prose.
Roses are rosee even if made of paper, but then they are roses only for the eyes… You’re easy to fool because you look with your eyes… only…! But yes, roses are roses…
Beyond the clouds of incertitude,
awaits your true destiny!
It’s a typical April morning in Lahore, a pleasant spring breeze is blowing in the plain and the sun is shining brightly. Temperature will gradually rise as the day matures, but it feels quite good at this hour. It is pretty quiet in the house since it’s a Saturday which is primarily a weekend for all of us, except for occasional meetings, visits and events that is. The only two members who are wide awake are my father and myself. The head of the family is occupied, reading his favourite Urdu daily. I already know what the breakfast announcement would be today: petroleum tariffs are being hiked. That’s the front page story for the day. Here I am, picturing the scene for you from the dimly lit living room of my house, with earphones plugged in and a nice mug of coffee that I made for myself. Presently the track “Paar Chaana De” by Noori and Shilpa Rao from the 9th season of Coke Studio is being played. Footsteps! Mother is awake as well, great!
I was surfing through various blogs on the internet yesterday and came across one where a youth from Australia has written about the thing she likes to do and what interests her. It was pleasant to know that she is interested in the sport of cricket and enjoys her athletics. She had enlisted about ten to twelve things of her liking and it was certainly a fun read. Her blog gave me an idea and I thought of making my own list in my next blog post which happens to be this one. I am not sure if I can manage a list like hers, but I can surely talk about my likings and interest.
Societies and Cultures
I am very interested in people and their ways of life influenced by the various social systems and cultural rites. It is always fascinating to learn about a new custom prevalent in the region miles away from my own. I have grown up watching a lot of National Geographic and have developed a habit to read from various people about their societies and cultures on the internet, I fancy interacting with them and learning from them about them. Similar to customs and traditions, I am interested in languages, all of them. I can learn and wish to learn as many as possible. I am a multilingual with command over Urdu, English, Hindi and Lahori dialect of the Punjabi language. I know some very general phrases and words from Sindhi, Pashto, Marathi, Bengali, French, Spanish and Japanese. I believe that basic etiquette is to express gratitude to everyone when they serve us, help and be courteous to us and so, “thank you” is the first word that I try to learn in any language when I meet a native. I can say “thank you” in twenty four languages and greet “hello” in fifteen different languages. I am willing to learn a new word, a new phrase and a new language altogether as long as one is willing to teach me.
It would be an exaggerated statement if I claimed that I know a lot, but I am very interested in history. I read whenever I have enough time, on the internet and the books available to me. I started reading on the Czarist Russia only this morning and I feel like I am pretty dumb and know nothing at all. Well, I’m certainly not taking that to heart because it’s better late than never to start and there is always something that someone doesn’t know… or I am being too kind to myself? In any case, I have embarked on the journey to learn about the time that has past and will continue on my path even if sluggishly.
If I had some talent, I would have been a cricketer. I simply love the sport. I have grown up in a cricket crazy environment and developed interest in the game. Last week, on March 25, we celebrated the silver jubilee of Pakistan’s glorious world cup victory in 1992. It was an extravaganza, there were special transmissions and the match recordings from twenty five years ago were televised, “who rules the world?” started echoing at midnight and much more. We have won the 2009 world championship title in the shortest format of the game and were the worlds best the longest format for a brief period during 2016. Pakistan Cricket Team is known for its unpredictability, sheer natural talent and flamboyancy; the sport is simply not itself without the Pakistani flavour. Despite our inconsistency on the international level, the sport is followed like a religion in the country and I am certainly one such follower… it’s in the blood you see.
I have a very peculiar taste in music; to make a confession, I like melodies which have a message to convey. A beautiful tune complimented by meaningful lyrics is what I prefer. Sufi music has its own charm for me and I do have a strong liking for a few hymns and kalaams. Perhaps, the taste has been developed because of interest in poetry and literature. The only person who shares a similar playlist in my circle is perhaps my best friend. Our music preferences are very similar and we do sing even if we shouldn’t. Gives a silly smile.
Military and Mystery
I love to watch animated series and military and mystery are my favourite genres. I love the ranks, discipline, organisation, strategic brilliance and fighting arts and everything else about militaries. I confess that I am yet to read from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but I enjoy mystery and detective series based on Sherlock like intelligence and deductive logic the most.
Uh, I think that’s pretty much it for now. I don’t know what else I can tell you about myself. This is all I could think of since yesterday. I should get going for the breakfast… yes, I love my food, and I’m a foodie because I’m a Lahori you see.
This will be posted after I finish my meal… Saturday morning meals are fun. Do share your interests.
Spring is blooming in Lahore, the season that we associate with new beginnings, when the colours of life fly across the vast sky and engulf the City Of Life. As the month of Chet is already nine days old and March is nearing its end, the colours of Holi have already been spread and the lamps of Mela Charaghan are soon to be lit, the rare sight of the Basant kites has also been witnessed by my city and so, I have decided to let my words bud into blossoms as well, cherry or peach, it is for you to discern.
Waving my greetings to everyone, I am Zahra – the voice of Facts And Commentary. I have commented on this before; however, now that I have decided to fly again, this blog is a commentary of an observer upon the various facts… facts which are merely experiences that I tend to collect or perhaps, the philosophy called life. I chose to blog because interacting with people from diversified backgrounds and with varied outlooks is how I learn. I am usually not the one to break the ice and initiate conversations despite having some good communication skills nor am I the one to cage my ideas. One of teachers, a figure with much influence of me, is of the idea that we should indulge in an open exchange of ideals and thoughts in order to broaden our horizons and grow. I tend to agree with her. I usually converse with only a few people in a face-to-face exchange, freely, but I can convey much through writing. I can be quite evidential and statistical in my commentaries, but I can be quite animated in my casual elaborations too. I fancy endeavours in poetry, if that is poetry at all, and I can play caption-the-picture to cultivate stories. I am a strange kind of a writer, perhaps, because I am myself and under my own shadows when I write, but that is precisely what compels me to write… to give words to my own thoughts. The reason to write is to learn and for the reason that it comes naturally; all I require is a mental space to write, a physical space has never been a need when I wish to write.
While my status is a subject to controversy and debate, I make yet another return; however, this time round it is in spring! It would be a pleasant to explore the reasons why you all write. Smiles.
Until next time, Happy Blogging!
The pathway I once chose for myself, with dreams, aspirations & ambitions! It will remember the toppings of my faltering footsteps as well as my confident surge, lost laughter and gained smiles… my old self and my new persona! It knows thousands of voices but it will distinguish mine for I’m not just another one, not the fire it could extinguish!
Living in a delusion is fancied by the man of today, the today when time is merely spent not lived by humans. His reality today is the delusion that fabricate the reality of life, a lie with remarkable likeness with te truth! Did he know his reality, he could distinguish compassion from servitude, humanity from vanity, pride from narcissism, avarice from altruism, peace from stagnation… his oblivion is his reality today!