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Sunday, 28 December 2014
That Short While
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Christmas Greetings!
All that snow, those glittering and every joyous Christmas trees. To put up the blinking colorful lights, puple-red-blue-white-dark pink orbs, shiny golden stars, silver bells, cane candies, painted balls, rustic metal thingies, bows and cranberries on the tree. To skate on the glazed roads and frozen rivers. Plus, the warm feasts and blissful sound of the melodious choirs singing. All these pleasure filled moments are seen in Christmas season. I wish y'all a great and lovely Christmas! Have fun and partaay hard. xD
I really do miss those times when, in our school, Santa used to make a surprise visit near Christmas, and give us the treat bag filled with chocolates and those red and white cane candy sticks. Yum yumm yummmm. The surge of felicity; while giving presents to my friends and making those cards to put on our clothes with my teachers and friends with the green leaf and red thingy. To sing those cool carols. It was all so merrily thrilling and amazing. Btw awwhyeah! I'm gonna get my Christmas tree in nearly four to five days. Ooh, can't conceal the excitement albeit it will not be Christmas day hehe. :D
New years not far away. Life's on a roller coasterrrr. Like always.
Cheerios dear folks!
Much love from me. xxx
XO
Wednesday, 24 December 2014
Saturday, 20 December 2014
Friday, 19 December 2014
Of Flowers and Angels, Terror & Blood
Pakistan HAS to and WILL stand united and resolute in the midst of this resentful and sad catastrophe that has struck the country. We will fight until the last evil minded terrorist; enemy of the state and humanity, is crushed to the deepest pits of eternal determination. Optimism is what every citizen this nation needs to hold onto at this moment of sorrow and I won't say mourning because that is grief and it won't do us any good. Hopelessness is NOT a resort at all.
'These days funerals are being carried out of flowers whose color and scent has now faded away forever . But they will never cease to bloom. They will always be remembered and avenged. They will not wilt.'
More than 150 children, mostly aged 14 to 16 years, plus other school faculty were massacred when those seven attackers stormed Army Public School (APS), Peshawar, Pakistan on early morning of December 16th of this month and opened fire on whoever came in their sight irrespective of their age and let alone considering humanity. Whilst this deadly onslaught by the beastly Taliban gunmen, in cold sweats the students of that school, took shelter in bathrooms, under their desks and some acted dead in a desperate attempt to save their lives. Leaders worldwide have condemened this damnable act of butchery, and maliciousness. Some unofficial sources allegedly report that the death toll is 300+. Globally moments of silence were held and black ribbons worn to show respect and remembrance of those who were martyred and their families. Also candle light vigils are also being announced globally for those who died on that bleak day. The air where songs were sung of joy, cackles of those bright and lovely children that tread through those grounds, is now haunted by the never-ceasing fear, an air of desperation and frustration. Some students report that the terrorists just 'opened fire on whoever they could see', some children were made to watch their principal, Tahira Qazi, burn to ashes. The School's walls are filled to the brim with bullet holes, floors covered with those innocents flower-like children's blood. A scene of apocalypse prevails in that unfortunate school. This attack was planned and carried out by the Tehreek-e-Taliban-Pakistan faction, who have been on the run and have dispersed and fled all across the country since Pakistan Army has declared an all-out offensive on them to wipe out their devilish presence in it's homeland.
There can never be words, ever to describe what happened to those innocent souls. The havoc this inconsolable tragedy has wrecked the entire nation with, especially to those who lost their loved ones that day is indescribable. This is unforgettable and recovery from it is... I still am not in the right state to accept what happened with those students. The brutality those children were thronged with, the bullets that riddled their soft bodies, the horror their calm eyes saw... It's an utterly devastatingly horrendous and maddening butchery. I have never in my entire life heard and seen of something so monstrous. Those children had barely seen the world and lived their lives. May the souls of The departed rest in peace. And may those damnable creatures who wiped out those angels, be brought to justice and be annihilated forever...
"When he shot at me, I pushed back my head slightly. The bullet rubbed past my forehead. There was a slight burning sensation, but no real pain. But later when I touched my head, it was bleeding. The gunman probably took me for dead and walked on down the aisle, shooting boys and teachers. I saw him shoot our teacher Ms Hafsa three times in the back of the head. Shahrukh Khan a survivor recalls: "The man with big boots kept on looking for students and pumping bullets into their bodies. I lay as still as I could and closed my eyes, waiting to get shot again," he said. "My body was shivering. I saw death so close and I will never forget the black boots approaching me - I felt as though it was death that was approaching me." Reference: BBC
Follow more here: Attackers entered every classroom and shot indiscriminately http://www.bbc.com/news/live/world-asia-30491113
http://www.bbc.com/news/live/world-asia-30491113
In my opinion Psychological counseling MUST be provided, by the federal government and provincial government of Khyber-Pakhtun-Khawa to the families and the survivors of Peshawar attack to eliminate the certain possibility of PTSD, Anxiety disorders and other devastatingly stressful psychological disorders. These traumatized and horrified children, teachers and families should be counseled and their broken spirits consoled and uplifted to fight those fears back, to not give up and to never stop going to schools. Teams of psychological experts should be sent to Peshawar immediately, to help these people recover albeit recovery from such an incident is seemingly pretty hard in the times yet to come.
I must say I'm, personally, really, proud of Imran Khan to finish his sit-in Islamabad. Indeed the nation needs to stand as one at odds with these Satans'. A national policy must emerge right away from the leadership to counter the possibility of savage and barbaric attacks on humanity like this in the future. And it MUST be consistent and intact.
'I'm proud of my son. I am proud that he sacrificed his life for his country' a father said who's 10 year old was shot dead in the attack. Another said with a heavy heart, 'My son is dead. And I haven't cried because I want to die soon and meet my child soon in heaven.' This is undoubtedly really heartbreaking.
This tragedy is and always will be unforgettable.
Something I just wrote in memory of those loved angels, albeit it's incomplete:
Every soul is drenched in sorrow and regret
The restlessness is ever haunting
Those flowers that once bloomed are now gone
Their softness violated, innocence repressed
Where there were sung songs of joy
An air of despair and sadness prevails
Only Memories remain of the departed
Can't bring myself to write it all down whatever it is that I want to say. And maybe I won't be ever able to say how I feel about this...
Saturday, 13 December 2014
A day at the Railway Stations
Paper Towns
Yay
Though it's so devastatingly cold. My skin looks terribly bad, like an 80 year olds’. Despite of my attempts to put infinite moisturizer on it every now and then. Ereewrrewwrreweerrrwrrrr. When you wash your hand it feels like you've plunged yourself deep into massive puddles of ice-cold water. Damn.
Where is the fogggg though?
So. Damn. C-c-co-col-cold. -.-
Sunday, 7 December 2014
I did it?
I'll always have infinitely high regards for Sir Ali Hanan, Aaisha and Aimma & Raazia who helped me so much as a debater and motivated me to go for parliamentaries. You showed me what I am capable of. I'm so glad for my folks to be in this with me too. Surprising as it may seem to me. Public speaking has always been a passion and interest of mine since I was born lulx. It makes you feel like you life is worth living. You can let it all out in a productive way. Give voice to the unheard and so much more.
Now let's have some chocolates, almonds and juices, shall we? Cause' my sugar level is going down. And I've got a 'L.O.N.G' way to go.
Ciao ciao....
Lol
Wednesday, 3 December 2014
Revenge
Winters
BTW yayayayay. Winters are here! My most fav season. Albeit the headaches, shortage of breath, stuffed chest and stupid runny nose never cease to haunt the calm I yearn for. And Pfft. Your skins looks like it's of an 80-year old. Heh.
Can't wait for the those chilly nights when everything seems to fade away by the descending of the crispy fog and there's this gloomy aura spread around you. So beautiful. The silence that falls upon the deserted streets. Kind of depressing too, yeah. But never mind!
Cheers! Best to all. xoxo
Tales of Lunacy 4.0
I love breaking mugs. Since I was a child. :D
Now I'm thinking of getting some nails and a nice hammer to put up a little art on my room's wall. Channeling the hilarious anger in a productive way. Yah yah. Lets roll. Lolz. :')
Monday, 1 December 2014
Some of Recent Pakistani Blockbuster Movies
-Dukhtar (Daughter)
-Chambaili (The fragrance of freedom)
-Waar (Attack)
-Tamana (Desire)
-O21/The Extortionist
-Josh (Rigor): Independence Through Unity
-Moor (Mother); To-be-released
-Na Maloom afraad (Unknown people)
-Gidh (Vulture)
-Seedlings
- Bol (Speak)
-Khuda Kay Liye (In the name of God)
-Siyyah (Pitch Black)
-Good Morning Karachi; To-be-released
So I'd say break the stereotypes! Film the taboos. Raise your voice. Revive the cinema. It makes you relive your lives and lets your imagination go wild. Never hold back. There is soo much inexplicable talent in this country's youth and adults. We just need to rekindle the fires that were once lit by our pioneers and struggle till death to make our country's name in this world.
Time well spent!
So yeah, time well spent, I'd say. Missed the German film screening though. Bit sad about that but not the end of the world.
It runs in the family: Won't give any spoilers but seriously, the witty-ness (mind you, that's not a word jbtw) and irony this play was laced was admirable. Starred Sir Omair Rana, Waleed Zaidi, Ian Eldred and others. Ian is an amazing actor! Hah, the part where nobody knows anyone. The falling of the matron, chaos by the lost son. LOL
Muzakar Maunas: Humor and satire brilliantly embedded in Shah Fahad's Dramaeducations' fifth production. Mahaa & Sarmed, both my college fellows nailed it perfectly. Pretty ravening in a productive sense for a debut performance by Mahaa.The storyline was eclectic. My, oh my, the dialogues enriched with fantastic portrayal of what a commoner thinks.
The society really need these kinds of performances. It instills in you a positive attitude and soothes you up. If I had time to go and watch theater every damn day. Ah. Lolz. Very much looking forward to the forthcoming plays.
Poor Hubert, heh. xD