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Sunday 28 December 2014

That Short While

I wish I could tell you
How much I miss you
If only you could think of me the way I think of you
How much I love you, I wish you knew
Those endless tears, that awful pain
I question now, am I still sane?
You’re my savior, I hope you know that
Like an angel you took me away from where I was at
You always stay happy, that’s my desire
You stay tender like the warmth of fire
I hope it never goes away, your charming smile
And I hope you know that
You changed my life, in that short while
When I will go, will you cry?
I want to know
All those moments, were they a lie?
Will you remember me, when you’ll walk through the snow?
When I’m no more, will you sigh?
I know you loved me, you can’t deny 

While drinking that delicious tea (which I usually don’t), it just came to my head today (tea doesn’t do that jbtw); and I couldn’t help but write it down hastily so that it doesn’t skip my head. At first it was a song, but I craft out into this poem just cause’ bleh… Hehehe. 

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Cheers and peace!


Thursday 25 December 2014

Christmas Greetings!

Tis' the Season! :) 



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

Nothing more soothing on a stiffly cold foggy night, than watching 'Revolution' and afterwards having a cup of was-hot-but-now-darn-cold-becuase-of-the-winter coffee, along with a doughnut. Though it rapes my abdomen. Listening to this exquisitely lovely song by Damien Rice your Wall-E suggested. Its soo deep. So deep. Oh yes I have my Wall-E! Albeit the real one for whom my heart is reserved is.... LOL whatever! Better stop. Khayr, awhyeah and with all that a.... KitKat! :') My hands are starting to look fine after some care. Yay. Looking forward to watch Frozen and other things with my baby tomorrow. Saw Thor2 day before yesterday. Cool movie. Though I guess I will always confuse Portman with Keira Knightly. -_- Why is Loki still alive though? Just whyy? :S

Saturday 20 December 2014

Its so cool to take a bath in winters. My hands have turned purple. O.o

Friday 19 December 2014

Of Flowers and Angels, Terror & Blood

Peshawar Attack

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

A few weeks ago I went to do photography at different railway stations across Lahore, with my friends and dad. It was regarding a project for our photography lecture but that wasn't what it was about, at all. It was an amazing experience, in all. To get up so early just so you don't miss those perfect silhouettes made in early morning. To capture people getting off and on the trains, those bright costumes of orange and red, those expressions... And voila the spanners we had to face cuz the locations were sensitive. And then breakfast at McDonald's, courtesy of dad. Hehe.



Paper Towns

Paper town's production is HAPPENING. Yayayayay. Natt Wolf is gonna star as Q. Cool. It's like that book is- it just gets to your heart so inexplicably that you feel like you're there lying on the ground with Q. and Margo.. On that quest to find her... In her room... Putting that dead catfish for Becca and so much more! I feel like.. It's so surreal. When I read those words, I drift into a world so safe and peaceful. Where you just keep on going and you know, you know in your heart that nobody would stop you. Sometimes you break into fits of unrealizable laughter and sometimes you go all teary. This is book contains so many things that you can connect instantly to; friendship, love, music, what it feels like to be left out, adventure and..... Undoubtedly the movie's going to be equally amazingly phenomenal.


Yay

The coolest night when you have banana and orange ice-cream after ages. :D


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?

So I finally gave it a try and spoke for the first time in a parliamentary tournament. Yay, I guess? It was quite thrilling in actuality and a good experience albeit all those weird pauses, case preps, critiques where you wish you should have known all that before, or should have never gone up and all. The most considerable time for me was the case prep. It's fun. Didn't break but still we tried, so yeah. Although there wasn't really a decorum to be followed. The cross-talks wee really entertaining though. Bleh. Its nice actually, to face something new, to make mistakes and learn so that you actually do it better or perhaps nail it next time. I don't think there's any so-called losing or winning in debating. All that matters is; what you speak and whether you speak or not. I missed BLKC soo badly. Damn. Every split second of it. And those angels who were with me. Those 'Angels'...

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

The hilarious moment when the toothpaste goes into your nose. Lalalalala. >.>

Wednesday 3 December 2014

Revenge

Just finished watching revenge seasons three's season finale. Sweeeet. But it really makes me teary every time I see it. Endless facade of emotions charming their way through your nerves until you're left with a heavy heart and desire embellished with intricacy to... Lalalalalalalala I just.. I can connect to all of it emotionally in such a profoundly weird way that... Whoa.

Winters

Its so not really 'that' cold here but last night it felt like I almost have a bit of hypothermia. O.o

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

Ah. It was so ecstatically satisfying and infinitely consoling to break those poor four mugs yesterday night. Vent it all out on them. And well sparing the gory and emotional details got badly scolded by mum. Buehehehuehehehehehe. xD

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

God, the amount of adrenalin rushing through my veins as I'm writing this post is hilarious. Okay. That was a bit exaggerated even so I'm really tickled up to see all these people making efforts to bring some change in the redundant cinema industry of ours. I love movies and it would feel so privilged and cool to see our movies screened and acclaimed globally. Awwhyeah. These all, might as well be the revival of cinema in Pakistan. Here are some of the Pakistani movies, which caught my attention; albeit haven't seen all of them nonetheless they should be and have been screened worldwide. And I say this in a pleadingly hopeful attire.

-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!

Last weekend, went to see two theater performances. 'Muazakar maunas' and 'It runs in the family'. Oh God, my love for theater will never cease to exist. It's limitless. Per se the gullible and speactacularly beautiful performances by the actors touched my heart. I'm glad I made it a point to go and take out some recreational time for myself. Really heals you up from inside. I just feel like I'm on a roller coaster whenever I go to see a theatrical performance. There's this ineffable feeling that surpasses the extent to which the connection dwells of me and my yearning for it. Might as well be a muse I still need to traverse substantially.
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