LOG ENTRY #52 – Hold the @!*%* up..

This is my third post since I stopped hobo-tunneling, and if you hadn’t already noticed, I’ve been very worried for the past couple of weeks.

Just yesterday, things started calming down. I can finally see the storm losing momentum and dying down around me.

And so I was driving home, looking out the window – can’t seem to remember what song it was, probably New York by Frank Sinatra – and I went “Hold up..

I felt this sudden urge rise up out of nowhere. I felt empowered after so long. Not because of the music at all, which is usually the case with me, but more because it just hit me that I’m not even legally an adult yet, I’m not even starting college until September 1st, and I do have some of summer left.

I’m still on holiday from life, its just that I won’t let myself be at peace.

I am a compulsive worry-wart, and yesterday my brain stuttered on it’s own ragged, pessimistic commands, begging me suddenly to look up at how beautiful the sky was, at how happy my little brother was for some reason, at how Mr. Sinatra started singing out of nowhere talking about the one city you want to go to so bad that it’s a recurring dream every night.

These moments should come around more often.

And so today I wake up, and I see that I look like death and I am pushed to make an effort on my face. I make the effort to cook breakfast and eat it while going through my YouTube playlist.

I breathe easy, I offer my morning prayers and then I check my Facebook.

There’s nothing at all special about all the things I listed above. In fact you might think they are all such mundane activities. But see – I haven’t done those things for more than a week. I haven’t properly had breakfast for a month. I just suffer from morning sickness a lot and am too worried about something or the other to sit down and just breathe.

I know everyone is going nuts nowadays, and everyone has an opinion and everyone wants to talk and everyone wants to motivate you but you really don’t need to avail every single minute of your life, and do something meaningful.

Yes, don’t spend eleventeen hours on Tumblr. But don’t deprive yourself of Tumblr and greasy foods either, just because you haven’t done that one assignment or you’ve been lazy. Nothing needs to be done so badly that you need to start losing hair over it. I know some people who – in their need to get something done – deprive themselves of television, movies, chocolate. Yes, do that! Please, discipline yourself and prioritize and if you are a grade-A procrastinator employ punishing tactics.

But see, what I did to myself was wrong. I don’t need to overwhelm myself with it all, I don’t need to stop being happy because I haven’t met all my deadlines.

Most important statement being: I don’t need to stop being happy.

Never ever ever do that to yourself. Find your balance, know yourself, and don’t blow things out of perspective.

On a lighter note – did anyone check out Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off” video?

The song is ‘okay’, but maybe that’s my bias talking. If I’m completely honest, it was a run-of-the-mill pop track, and the video just caught me off guard. I know everyone has been loving the slew of Swift’s on-point fashion choices lately, which is why I was hoping that style would somehow make it’s way into the concept of her music and videos. I expected too much. All I got was messed up stereotypes in that video.

I’ll probably still listen to the song because its fun. (ish)

This post however I strongly recommend. I couldn’t have summed the video up better.

Live Life To the Fullest :)))))



LOG ENTRY #32 – What a wonderful sound!

Light travels faster than sound. Therefore, we see before we hear. But what we hear breathes life into everything we see and this leaves the final impression; sound becomes the deciding factor of whether we love or hate something. One sees and hears so much everyday that it’s hard to keep track of everything. And yet some sights, some sounds stick in our mind, weaving themselves into our memory and affecting our perceptions.

Certain sounds mean a lot to me because of the images they conjure up in my mind and what they remind me of. I really like the sound of sizzling samosas and kebabs in the kitchen in Ramadan Continue reading “LOG ENTRY #32 – What a wonderful sound!”

LOG ENTRY #31 – Nominations and Celebrations

Okay – I know that I am writing after so long and it is absolutely unacceptable of me to respond to Nevillegirl’s nomination after a week (!) – but in my defence, I have been very busy. My tests finished nearly two weeks ago, and then my grade left for a field trip to the northern parts of Pakistan, and even though I didn’t go, I kept myself quite busy by watching re-runs and catching up on my reading. Also, for once in my lifetime – I wasn’t overcome with sudden, mad desires to blog.

But anyway…

A week ago, I was nominated by Nevillegirl at Musings From Neville’s Navel  for The Very Inspiring Blog Award!

This is my second nomination, the first also being from Nevillegirl, and I was extremely flattered. It just feels really nice when someone, whose blog you admire so much, (that’s right! Lay it on real thick, Zo!) nominates you. Obviously, that implies that the blogger actually reads your work and yet again – another cause of happiness.

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Place the award on your site
  3. Share 7 random things about yourself.
  4. Nominate 15 blogs. Let them know they’ve been nominated and how to accept the award.

I don’t recall thanking Nevillegirl, although I do recall praising her. So, in more direct terms – Thank you so much! 😀 This really, really means a lot to me. It’s like applause and/or a slap on the back.

Now onto Rule #2 –

7 Random Things About Gallifrey

  1. After every shower I am usually seen with a towel turban for nearly two hours.
  2. The first song I actually sat down to listen to (i.e. with the intention of ‘listening’ ) was Hotel California by the Eagles.
  3. I apologized to one of my many teddy-bears for not choosing it, to take on a road trip once, when I was quite young.
  4. I can’t read without snacking on something alongside.
  5. I can’t go to school without first making my bed and making sure my sheets are crease-free.
  6. I absolutely love making to-do lists; in fact I think I might go as far as to say I can’t function without one.
  7. Once I sang ‘The Climb’ by Miley Cyrus at the top of my voice, thinking no one was home, and then suddenly my Dad (who had come back, silently) peeped into the kitchen with this incredulous expression on his face. I think I died with embarrassment.

So, I think I’m done with Rules 1, 2 and 3. Now all that’s left is the nominations! 😀

Here are 15 blogs that I love reading and  that  I think deserve this award, because I really do get inspired by these bloggers and their work. 🙂

Phew. That’s enough hyper-linking for one day! Now I shall inform these lovely people..

LOG ENTRY #30 – How I go through Freshly Pressed

So. Many. Tabs. *READING*

There is no method.

I love looking through the Freshly Pressed page. It is wrong for me to say that it is only occasionally that I come across good writers, because I know the only reason they are featured on that page is because, well – duh!

But I do feel there is a slight difference between a good blogger and a good writer, at least for me. A good blogger is one who manages to discuss his/her point in a brief, concise, understandable manner. For me, there are very, very few blogs which I actually make the effort to read till the end, because they either go on about something I have absolutely no clue about, or no interest in.

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LOG ENTRY #28 – For, You were Iqbal and Rumi’s silent pride

I am not sure whether this is a poem or an ode or … something. I’m not to smart when it comes to all the technical stuff.

What I do know – is that I loved this.

It’s written by Junaid Ali, who is my friend’s cousin and I thought I’d share it with you all today. 🙂


You pierce the ageing heart of mine

Physically damaging it, is an on-going act of thine;

Whenever you raise your hand on your Muslim brother,

You shatter my world of Islamic perfection.

I write on paper, not machine

Like my predecessors, I hope to achieve,

A moment from your precious life

That which you willingly waste.

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