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My Mind is Music

My Mind is Music by Jocelyn Ortt-Saeed My mind is music since I saw you- since the fragrance of your hair wound around me such a gar- land of delight my only care is to look and look so lightly your eyes won't tinge with fear of this unknown between that may yet disappear if the joy that grows in giving be too far or too near [From Poetic Justice in today's Dawn newspaper.]

Barely Distinguishable

There are loves which are barely distinguishable from friendship and there are friendships which are barely distinguishable from love.

Your Laughter

Your Laughter by Awais Aftab [Translation of Parveen Shakir’s poem ‘Tumhari Hansi’] This laughter of yours Illuminated, luminuous Moulded in moonlight Freshened by colours Fragrant with love Was whenever heard by my heart It broke into a dance As if a rainbow had arched in my soul! The laughter had no different colours today The radiance of light was the same today The scent was maddening as well today But there was something which it lacked And, with a question, my countenance was tagged [Published in Us mag today: ]

Modern Art Movements

My cover-story on 'Modern Art Movements' published in Us magazine today! But i wouldn't recommend reading it online... on the web-page they have shuffled the arrangement of paintings, and they haven't mentioned the names and artists of the paintings as well. So, get your hands on the printed copy of the magazine, if you can.


The passion in love may burn out one day but the friendship in love remains forever.

Love is Gone

What are we suppose to do After all that we've been through When everything that felt so right is wrong Now that the love... is.. gone... There is nothing left to prove Now you still deny the simple truth Can't find the reason to keep holding on Now that love is gone David Guetta, Love is Gone

Epilogue to Question of Morality

WHAT I BELIEVE It was only after writing the post on Question of Morality , that i realized that i was in fact dealing with the two questions, which had been treated as one by many previous thinkers. i.e. the question "What is Good?" and the question "How do we ought to act?", which i believe to be independent of each other. It was previously assumed(/defined) that a good act is intrinsically equivalent to an act which we ought to do. However, when the matter is seen from an evolutionary point of view, this dichotomy between the two becomes apparent. A good act is no longer an act which we ought to do... a good act becomes an act which satisfies our moral sense, which is a product of our (biological plus social) evolution. Crudely speaking, good has been reduced to a mere feeling. And in a sense, it has pushed the issue of "what is Good?" out of the domain of ethics. If we assume that we ought to follow our moral sense [i.e. we ought to do what is 'goo


K: Strange how God creates angels for everyone. A: And strange how God hides these angels in the guise of men.


[ Inspired by the life of D. H. Lawrence ] Bask! In the light of mediocrity Dance! In the rain Which doesn’t green the earth Smile! At the praise of your hollow words By hollow people If this is what you offer I’d rather be an outcast And live in my rebellion! M. Awais Aftab 24.9.07


Lets dwell in the dawn Lets dwell in the dusk Its when night and day get close Without hurting each other M. Awais Aftab 9.9.07


Some people are born stupid, some have stupidity thrust upon them, but most of them simply earn it!

A lot more nastier...

It has been my observation that since every person has some defect in personality or some flaw in character, all it takes is a sharp mind and a linguistic command to come up with an appropriate set of abuses which would exploit that weakness. So, next time, when you are about to bad mouth someone, whether in his/her presence or absence, keep in mind that a lot more nastier things can be said about you as well... and maybe, have already been. I have also discovered that the above mentioned thought serves two purposes: 1) Inhibits any nastier thoughts you might have about other people. 2) Acts as a small means of consolation for those who have been a victim of this bad-mouthing.

To thank...

To thank someone for a praise is often one's way of reliving that praise.


Grandmother Willow: "All around you are spirits, child. They live in the earth, the water, the sky. If you listen, they will guide you." Pocahontas: "I hear the wind. - Yes." Grandmother Willow: "What is it telling you?" Pocahontas: "I don't understand." Grandmother Willow: "You will understand Listen with your heart You will understand Let it break upon you Like a wave upon the sand." ------ Sounds so Paulo Coelhish, doesn't it. :) A year ago, or even some months back, i'd probably have dismissed it as a illogical, meaningless rubbish... but now i am not so sure. I mean, logically and scientifically speaking, it is rubbish, but the value of an idea is much more than its scientific legitimacy. Maybe it has a mere poetic value, but there are moments when one feels that one is surrounded in nature by a meaning too fluid to be grasped by science alone. Call it spirits, call it fairies, call it gods, whatever, it doesn't ma

Colors of the wind

You think you own whatever land you land on Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You learn things you never knew You never knew Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or let the eagle tell you where he's been Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Vanessa Williams, Colors Of The Wind [From Pocahontas ]


I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green I hope when you are in bed with her, you think of me I would never wish bad things, but I don't wish you well Could you tell, by the flames that burned your words Kelly Clarkson, Never Again Woah... what a curse!


So, Raaji , here you go, i am doing your tag. :) Here are the rules: * You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. * When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts. * At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. * Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged. Awais, on different occasions, serves both as my first and middle name, so i'll go with Awais. A- Alienation . The first emotion i distinctly felt when i was in adolescence... the feeling that i don't belong to the world in which i live, that i am out of place, that i am some sort of aberration, an anomaly. And this alienation was accompanied by an intense psychological loneliness... there was no one i felt who could understand me, or with whom i could

Vampire Energy

Vampire energy is a type of energy used by things that consume electricity twenty-four hours a day, even when they are turned off or not being used. TVs, VCRs, DVD players, computers etc. are the everyday secret users of vampire energy. You think you have turned them off, but they are still running. Saad: I read this thing in Time, health article on BMR, humans have this vampire energy thing too. Increases in anxiety etc. Wierd analogy. I think yehi tumharai Fatigue ki wajah hay: high vampire energy!

Which came first?

What comes to mind for many people when they think of philosophy and of philosophical questions is... "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" [The] question is not particularly philosophical and, in the light of evolution is not even especially difficult: the egg came first. Brooke Noel Moore & Kenneth Bruder, Philosophy- The Power of Ideas


"... everyone has his own journey to make, and in the arms of a woman you end up following a twisted road, which even you don't understand that well..." Alessandro Barrico, Ocean Sea

How does it feel...

How does it feel to be a minor idol in the pantheon of gods?

A Return to Mythos

'We are meaning-seeking creatures. Dogs, as far as we know, do not agonise about the canine condition, worry about the plight of dogs in other parts of the world, or try to see their lives from a different perspective. But human beings fall easily into despair, and from the very beginning we invented stories that enabled us to place our lives in a larger setting, that revealed an underlying pattern, and gave us a sense that, against all the depressing and chaotic evidence to the contrary, life had meaning and value.' ' A Brief History of Myth ' by Karen Armstrong has turned out to be a very thought-provoking book for me. I had become interested in the role of mythology in human life two years back when i read an interview of Joseph Campbell, but reading this book gave me the opportunity to visualize the issue more clearly. Despite the writing being ambiguous and muddled at several places, Karen Armstrong doesn't fail to convey a fair impression. In the book, Armstro

The Reluctant Fundamentalist

I completed reading The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid yesterday, and it is certainly a remarkable novel. I personally feel that it lacks the allegorical charm which his previous novel Moth Smoke possessed, but like Moth Smoke , The Reluctant Fundamentalist has a very fluid, ambiguous and surprising end... in the both novels, Mohsin Hamid throws the burden of coming up with a conclusion on the reader, but this aspect is much more marked in The Reluctant Fundamentalist . I came up this interview of Mohsin Hamid, and his answers to two of the questions, which i shall quote here, shed light on the way the novel ends: Q: The Reluctant Fundamentalist is a monologue about a young Pakistani’s experiences in America at the time of the 9/11 attacks. What made you choose this format, which has the Pakistani telling his tale to an American whose voice is never actually heard? A: The form of the novel, with the narrator and his audience both acting as characters, allowed me to mirror t

Points of Irrationality

Every person, every society, every language has its points of irrationality.

A Wound

'... perhaps the world is a wound and someone is stitching it up in the fusion of those two bodies...' Alessandro Barrico, Ocean Sea


'You're a watchful guy. You know where that comes from?' I shook my head. 'It comes from feeling out of place,' he said. 'Believe me. I know.' Mohsin Hamid, The Reluctant Fundamentalist Yes, he is very right. I can vouch for that as well.

The angel and two defeated men

The angel and two defeated men To person 1: God gave you exceptional talent as an art critic, but you strove instead to be an artist, and not surprisingly you failed. To person 2: And you... you possessed an unparalleled artistic genius, but you chose instead the path of an art critic, and look what happened. To both: If you two had just accepted who were, instead of trying to be something you are not, you would have been successful. Both to angel: But this is unfair... why was this fate imposed on us? Why couldn't we be what we wanted to be!! Angel: I don't know... ask God yourself.

More Birthday Pics

Here are some old pictures of my birthday celebration at KE with my friends. These pictures were taken by Sharjeel from his mobile camera: My friends had lifted me and thrown me up in air, catching me again... and it was a great experience. :-D

Social Lubrication

In social gatherings, women often provide the necessary lubrication for the conversation to continue, which would otherwise get jammed, again and again.


"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them." Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray This is one of the earliest quotes that i had read by Oscar Wilde when i was a child, and as i have grown, i have found myself recalling this quote at several occasions, and always thinking how true it has been for me.


Ah, this headache... this gnawing, biting headache... it won't leave me alone... this dull, diffused headache... i can't escape it... i am helpless!!!

Nosy Mothers...

"She eavesdropped on her daughters' dreams, just to know what they were upto." Salman Rushdie, The Midnight's Children Oh, i really hate such mothers... let your children have some liberty, for God sake! And especially, daughters tend to be the victims of this 'maternal virtue'...