It's Here, It's Now

I have grown up so much in a few hours, more than I have in the last one year. Nineteen is long gone, it's a lot more and above that now.

About nine hours ago, I was dreading the immense feeling of responsibility that seemed to overwhelm me as I thought about accepting admission into med school. I felt my easy life floating away into the ocean of NIC numbers, proper signatures, pay order receipts and so much more that was beyond my horizon for now.

And here I am now, welcoming the feeling of responsibility in its entirety because medicine is just that - the responsibility of patience, perseverance and so much more.

Free Delivery

Freedom, independence and liberty are all synonymous with each other and with the evening breeze of the National Independence Day mingled with the aroma of Shashlik.

Cuz that's where the breeze is

What could be more invigorating than the feel of fresh air in your hair while you ride beside a daigh in a Suzuki and tantalize your taste buds with Shashlik in your cozy little niche right after iftaar? To me it feels like the perfect celebration of national independence day: the free breeze and free food in the Suzuki that's free of smooth brakes and protective barriers that are meant to keep you from falling off. Though I would like to uplift your spirits further with the good news that even if you do fall off you will not have enough velocity to escape the earth. In fact the whole situation seems rather royal to me. It's like your kingdom and the daigh your throne? Though I would like to reiterate your attention towards the fact that the walls are low and you should do something about that in order to prevent the likes of Trojan War. After all, the throne is very very precious.

NOM NOM NOM!

Rocking on four wheels, you roll on the road, nestled comfortably in your warm spot like a hen guarding the daigh like its eggs. The world gawks at you in awe, stares in discomfort and confusion. If you wish you can imagine some track from 'Lord of the Rings' playing in the background. Meanwhile you think "I must be the dragon warrior, hence NOM NOM NOM! Must make the most of the journey...eating, that will certainly help cool down the fire raging within me and I shall find my inner peace."

It doesn't matter what the man on the motorbike thinks while he's staring at you as if his eyes will pop out any moment. What really matters is the aroma of ketchup and peppers in the soft, steamed rice; the chunky chicken and your stomach's delight.

PAKISTAN ZINDABAD!

The sky so lovely,
The sun obscure,
The breeze so lively,

Your emotions so pure. 

Your nation will be transcendent,
Its buds mature,
You feel with dignity,
That the day hasn't been a bore.
You feel independent,
You feel so sure,
You feel so free,
Like Kung Fu Panda's lore.



And having written all that, I feel QUITE lame but happily so, hoping it made you happy too :)

Potion of Emotion

Is art really a deception? Yes it is, I guess. And it's so true that it creates true emotions, beautiful emotions. Emotions that take us into a magical world. Magic that makes us forget the link between illusion and reality, the link that distinguishes between the two. Beautiful magic that leaves our senses wild and calm all at once. Beauty that touches our hearts and frees our souls. Freedom that we hear in the patter of rain on our windows, freedom we feel in the breeze accompanying the rain; freedom that smells of the rich scent of wet mud; freedom that magic blesses our emotions with.

Image by: Weiss Stefan
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