The Stories of You #10

He kisses you like there is no tomorrow. But there is tomorrow and there are bills to pay. Living people need food and food costs money, money which he does not have. There is love, there is passion and then there is life. You could live in the moment but what about the hours of suffering? What do you do with a perpetual hunger that stretches from one infinity to another? He asks you to believe. You only know the uncertainty of living. How can you understand believing? His words and big, bold and beautiful. Your life is miserable. You could close your eyes and lose yourself in him, but he will be gone too soon and the dripping roof will wake you up. His warmth doesn’t last against a cold winter night.

Channel4 Diversity Speech 2017

In his attempt at a ‘Diversity Speech’, the Pakistani-British actor Riz Ahmed recently addressed The House of Commons to come up with the powerful idea that representation was not just an added fringe or a convenient extra but absolutely fundamental the idea of nation. “What unites us,” he said “is far greater than what divides us. Culture is a place where you can put yourself in someone else’s shoes and a one side shoe-shop just doesn’t make any sense.” He further extends his argument by saying that a failure to represent leads to a “systematic scapegoating of minorities”.

What people are looking for is the message that they belong, that they are a part of something – they want to feel represented. And in that task we have failed, and when we fail to represent, people retreat to other fringe narratives. So where is our counter narrative? Where are we telling them that they can be heroes in our story?

While Riz was talking about Britain, it is easy enough to extend this argument to Pakistan. Quite disturbing is the talk of racial profiling  and subsequent blame-game, both deliberately propped up to aid political gains. Turning provinces and various ethnic groups against each other has always been a shoddy political move that has deepened the fractures between communities but while politicians have failed to do their part, media must step up its game and pose resistance against this fresh attempts at social division by stressing on what unites us.  Representation of all is indeed essential if we are to move forward together. Speech linked below.

Reply 1988 – OST

My dear,

Don’t you worry about a thing

Let’s just sing together

My dear,

All of your painful memories

Just bury them deep in your heart

Just let the past be the past

It’s meaningful that way

Just sing to the one who left

Say you loved them without regrets

From one of my favorite shows till date,

Some Reflections

Solitary sounds artistic but it’s terribly lonely. We seek fulfillment through people around us and for the longest time I looked outwards. Friends were great but they each had their own lives and while I was a part of their lives, I was rarely the focus. Disappointments surfaced in the face of resentment, often irrational jealousy, painful and inexplicable. Achievements were glorious but they faded away quickly. Ambitious was a rocket that constantly needed fuel. In the end, it was all the same: life lived with a steady dose of disappointment. Thus started a journey of discovery and as the hazy picture clears slightly, it seems the answer is looking inwards, in finding the strings that initially propel us in the world. More importantly, the answer may lie in finally acknowledging and giving respect to the people who’s life actually includes us, in good and in bad.


I realize I haven’t written in a long while, but believe me when I say this I have written and erased, in one go, so many things. That’s the beauty of digital age. You don’t even have to make the effort of crumpling the paper and throwing it in the bin. But that is not what this post is about. Tonight, I am just testing the waters, letting whatever comes to my mind flow to the paper.

So where was I when I started talking to you? Oh yes, I was thinking how I enjoy the idea of loud, noisy families. Babies laughing, dogs barking, mothers exasperated (in a good way), more laughter and endless, meaningless television. It sounds like a very comfy place. In fact, to me, at this moment, it sounds like a symbol of life itself. Perhaps it is the magic of December nights. I hope you have been well.

The Stories of You #9

You didn’t understand love. You didn’t know how it felt to be secure about people who meant something to you in your life. You didn’t know the exhilaration, the unbelievable high that people said came from being in love.

You understood jealousy. That acute feeling that came from years of longing and coveting things you couldn’t ever have. Those empty places that existed within you throbbed when you looked at the world. You had nothing to offer but a heart that hurt with what could have been,  and a body that looked on with eyes that searched for something, anything that was yours and not theirs.

You never knew anyone who wanted you. Of course you didn’t understand love.