Life Doesn’t Suck, We Suck At Life


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All we do is curse our lives. We say life is not fair! We say its all lies and deceit. But have you ever wondered that just somewhere, somehow you are at fault too? Have you thought that what happened to you was a consequence of your actions? That life just drifted to where you blew your wind?
Reflect on it, dont play the blame game. Nothing comes out of it but bitterness and hopelessness.
Just reflect on your life and see how much you suck at living. It just might help you.

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Shifa Naseer

Silly Symphonies


I absolutely adore the Walt Disney’s Silly Symphonies. They are totally amazing. Even though they have no dialogs but these symphonies are a perfect example of “actions speak louder than words”. These symphonies are not more than 10 minute or 15 minute long but these can make you laugh so hard or make you cry your eyes out. Now coming to my preference, which we always do, I totally adore “The Ugly Duckling” Silly Symphony.
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Look at that adorable face! Well this symphony made me laugh a lot. It made me cry a lot too. Its perfect. I have already posted the story on my blog. If you haven’t read the story yet, you can check it in the january, 2013 archives. Another one of my favourites is “The Big Bad Wolf”.

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It is basically a song. It used to be my favourite while growing up. The song was Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf … and continued. I used to love it’s hindi version though kaun darta hai bhedye se … . Totally adorable pigs with a totally barbaric and clever wolf.

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Well, there are many more silly symphonies. The above mentioned are the ones I watch again and again. Relishing and reminiscing my childhood by watching these symphonies.

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How’s That?


We had an activity in school to draw whatever was on our mind at that instant. It was a creational activity. As usual, my mind was blank. But then I suddenly remembered harry potter series. Being a fan, how could I not display my lovely passion. So this is the result of my thoughtful session with myself. 😉

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Hehehe … Those who didnt get it, its the front page of “Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix”. The figure with the cap is Harry wearing invisibility cloak with a wand in his hand. 🙂

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A New Crossing


A crossing of the deepest of rivers, a crossing of highest of mountains, of widest of deserts. Today my brother’s twelfth standard result was declared. I congratulate him from the depths of my heart. All his hard work has paid off wonderfully. I also congratulate all his friends who gave the exam with him. All th very best for the next steps and milestones.

Bits & Pieces #3


Jenny sat there without moving. She was expecting him to come but still was surprised that he found her yet again. She never asked about him. All she knew about him was that he helped her. She never asked where he was when he wasn’t with her. Did he have a family and all that stuff. She felt oddly at ease with Jack. Looking at his smiling face, jenny felt the memories rushing back to her. The memories were vague but the feelings remained. He had been there for her in her hardest times but she hardly remembered them. She only remembered the pain and the sorrow she had to go through. He had helped her through everything except the worst thing that ever happened to her. The day her dad’s death was anounced by her mother in a monotonous voice, she had run away from her home looking for jack to tell her that it wasnt true, that her dad was still alive. No matter how much she called for him, shouted his name, she never got an answer. Only silence. She had been hurt beyond words that jack had failed to be there. She hadnt come home easily. She had roamed the whole day searching for him. He hadnt been there.

Best Of What I Could Do


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I made a heart from snow and placed it on the branch of a tree in my garden. Hahaha. I know, I know it looks disabled and odd but its the best I can do. For a poor artist, this is a proud masterpiece!
I know I am flattering myself but I cannot help it. 😉
Laalaalaa…
Nothing is as white as snow
As it falls, all our faces glow
It seems to erase all the pain and sorrow
Promising us of a brighter tomorrow. 🙂

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Dashing Through The Snow


Wearing a coat, long boots, gloves and carrying a big umbrella while going out into the snow is very wise. Half an hour ago, I was running in the snow. AAhh.
It felt awesome! The little, tiny flakes of snow falling silently through the air onto the ground is a sight worth seeing. Trudging on the untouched snow and leaving footprints on the purest of white is actually a very good thing a person can do. I was smiling from ear to ear. I havent felt this good in a long time. It feels nice to once again be excited about something. It seems I am not totally dead after all. 🙂
Later we all are planning to have a snow fight and make a snowman. It is going to be so much fun. I had missed snow even more than I thought. It feels amazing to gaze out the window and see the purity of nature with my own eyes.

Lullaby


Sleep little one for you are my soul
Without you, I can never feel whole
You are my life
I will take to out to fairies tonight
Just close your eyes and relax for the night
The stars outside are gazing at you
There eyes full of light and love
The moon wanders near your window
To look at my tiny jewel
But your mother is so protective
She wont let him have you just yet
You are mine, dear one
As I am yours
Together we build a world of love
I care for your rozy cheeks
I love you for all you are
Just close your eyes knowing that
Your mother is right here
Always by your side.

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Waiting For Sleep


Longing for the dreams in the night
I wait for sleep to take over
I try to close my eyes
But they insist on staying wide open.
As I wait for sleep
My hearts remembers the lullabies of my angel
Humming them slowly
One after the other
My voice resonating through the walls
My lonliness hurts my being
As I ache for her
The feelings and touch are clear to me
A soft hand caressing my forehead
Moist lips my cheek as she finishes her song
As I roll to the side, her patting my arm
I smile in contentment
My mind has captured it all
The sleep is yet to come
But my soul is at peace for now
For the night, to drag me alive
Pain is at bay
Anguish, for tonight, will stay away
As Its my beloved’s birthday.
Dont break the spell
Let the reality burn in hell
My dreams are my saviors
The hold the memories close
And then sleep takes over
As I succumb eagerly, escaping to relief
For the first time in years
I had a beautiful dream.

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Reduced To Nothing


Time made me realise, the scars will never fade away. They wont let me forget. They wont let me swallow the pain. The world is cruel. It is hostile. It is shameless. I am disappointed.

Is this it then?
After he was gone, is this what my life is going to be?
Why should I feel this way?
He left me, I didnt!
So why do I suffer
Why do I feel in exile
Is this what my life has reduced to?
A life of pain, of sorrow and no gain
Pity I dont get a say
Oh I would’ve loved to ask for justice
But I am helpless
Save me please!
Take me out, release me!
Let me live my life
Free of agony and filled with joy
Do I see a ray of hope?
Honestly I dont but I want to
Reduced to nothing
My life is a pain
My heart is hoping and in strain
Not one cell in me is content or happy
All I wish is to see light
I am willing to fight
But it is sad to say
That nothingness is eating me away

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I Am The Ugly Duckling


The Ugly Duckling
Once upon a time down
on an old farm, lived a
duck family, and Mother
Duck had been sitting on a
clutch of new eggs. One
nice morning, the eggs
hatched and out popped
six chirpy ducklings. But
one egg was bigger than
the rest, and it didn’t
hatch. Mother Duck
couldn’t recall laying that
seventh egg. How did it
get there? TOCK! TOCK!
The little prisoner was
pecking inside his shell.
“Did I count the eggs
wrongly?” Mother Duck
wondered. But before she
had time to think about it,
the last egg finally
hatched. A strange looking
duckling with gray
feathers that should have
been yellow gazed at a
worried mother. The
ducklings grew quickly,
but Mother Duck had a
secret worry.
“I can’t understand how
this ugly duckling can be
one of mine!” she said to
herself, shaking her head
as she looked at her last
born. Well, the gray
duckling certainly wasn’t
pretty, and since he ate
far more than his
brothers, he was
outgrowing them. As the
days went by, the poor
ugly duckling became
more and more unhappy.
His brothers didn’t want
to play with him, he was
so
clumsy, and all the
farmyard folks simply
laughed at him. He felt
sad and lonely, while
Mother Duck did her best
to console him.
“Poor little ugly
duckling!” she would say.
“Why are you so different
from the others?” And the
ugly duckling felt worse
than ever. He secretly
wept at night. He felt
nobody wanted him.
“Nobody loves me, they
all tease me! Why am I
different from my
brothers?”
Then one day, at
sunrise, he ran away from
the farmyard. He stopped
at a pond and began to
question all the other
birds. “Do you know of
any ducklings with gray
feathers like mine?” But
everyone shook their
heads in scorn.
“We don’t know anyone
as ugly as you.” The ugly
duckling did not lose
heart, however, and kept
on making inquiries. He
went to another pond,
where a pair of large
geese gave him the same
answer to his question.
What’s more, they warned
him: “Don’t stay here! Go
away! It’s dangerous.
There are men with guns
around here!” The
duckling was sorry he had
ever left the farmyard.
Then one day, his
travels took him near an
old countrywoman’s
cottage. Thinking he was a
stray goose, she caught
him.
“I’ll put this in a hutch.
I hope it’s a female and
lays plenty of eggs!” said
the old woman, whose
eyesight was poor. But the
ugly duckling laid not a
single egg. The hen kept
frightening him.
“Just wait! If you don’t
lay eggs, the old woman
will wring your neck and
pop you into the pot!”
And the cat chipped in:
“Hee! Hee! I hope the
woman cooks you, then I
can gnaw at your bones!”
The poor ugly duckling
was so scared that he lost
his appetite, though the
old woman kept stuffing
him with food and
grumbling: “If you won’t
lay eggs, at least hurry up
and get plump!”
“Oh, dear me!” moaned
the now terrified duckling.
“I’ll die of fright first! And
I did so hope someone
would love me!”
Then one night, finding
the hutch door ajar, he
escaped. Once again he
was all alone. He fled as
far away as he could, and
at dawn, he found himself
in a thick bed of reeds. “If
nobody wants me, I’ll hid
here forever.” There was
plenty a food, and the
duckling began to feel a
little happier, though he
was lonely. One day at
sunrise, he saw a flight of
beautiful birds wing
overhead. White, with long
slender necks, yellow
beaks and large wings,
they were migrating south.
“If only I could look like
them, just for a day!” said
the duckling, admiringly.
Winter came and the
water in the reed bed
froze. The poor duckling
left home to seek food in
the snow. He dropped
exhausted to the ground,
but a farmer found him
and put him in his big
jacket pocket.
“I’ll take him home to
my children. They’ll look
after him. Poor thing, he’s
frozen!” The duckling was
showered with kindly care
at the farmer’s house. In
this way, the ugly duckling
was able to survive the
bitterly cold winter.
However, by springtime,
he had grown so big that
the farmer decided: “I’ll
set him free by the pond!”
That was when the
duckling saw himself
mirrored in the water.
“Goodness! How I’ve
changed! I hardly
recognize myself!” The
flight of swans winged
north again and glided on
to the pond. When the
duckling saw them, he
realized he was one of
their kind, and soon made
friends.
“We’re swans like you!”
they said, warmly. “Where
have you been hiding?”
“It’s a long story,”
replied the young swan,
still astounded. Now, he
swam majestically with his
fellow swans. One day, he
heard children on the
river bank exclaim: “Look
at that young swan! He’s
the finest of them all!”
And he almost burst
with happiness.

The End

The moral of the story is clear. I dont see it in mine though. I relate to the duckling a lot. Sigh.
I love this story. Its silly symphony makes me want to cry. Its so good. The poor duckling who isnt a duckling after all!

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I Smile


When I dont know how to deal with a situation, I smile.
I smile to hide my pain.
I smile to suppress my screams.
I smile to let go of my fears.
I smile to hide my tears.
By smiling, I get a chance to compose myself. I feel as if no one can see what I am going through. It is a very good way to avoid any unconfortable situation, if you know what I mean. I am now thinking of making a joker smile on my face like the one in the movie “The Dark Night”. Awesome movie, in my opinion but then my opinion doesnt count. Heath Ledger was amazing in it. Its a pity he died so soon. A big loss to hollywood. 😦
Anyways, where was I? I get distracted easily. What’s wrong with me?
Yeah! The Smile. So whenever I feel sad or want to cry, I smile.
I smile for all I am worth which is very less.
I smile to bring out the best.
I smile to hide from them.
I smile to let others know I am alright.
When I feel the tears oozing out, I smile.
That represents a very pitiable sight, doesnt it?
Well, it is!
Smiling while you are crying. Hehe.
Totally sympathetic I am towards my tears.
So smile and let people know you are happy.
Smile so they smile back at you.
Your smile is sarcastic, you know that. They dont and never will know.
So smile and smile and smile.
:). 🙂 🙂

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I Feel Empty


Do you at times get the feeling that you are empty? Do you feel you dont have emotions?
People think so. They think only they feel bad. No one else has that capability. Well, my friends, they are wrong. We feel. We all feel. When anyone hurts you, it is so painful that you cannot even cry from the effort. The hurt you feel seems multiplied but since you dont show it, people think you dont feel it. Easy for them to derive that. Sigh.
I feel. I too feel. I am not dead inside. I too have a heart, buried deep under. Please dont hurt me. It makes me sad. Please stay away …

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Write Something To Remember Me By


I am leaving you here
Baby, I dont want to go
But I must as its necessary
Know that I love you
Believe me my love is true
I will miss you dear
As much as you will, maybe more
I will remind you of all the beautiful moments we had
Remember them and cherish them
Do write for me, dont cry for me
Know we will meet again
Till then hold on to my memories
When you feel sad, when all seems bad
When you miss your dear dad
Write something to remember me by
Say what you feel
It will take time for you to heal
Write for yourself, write for me
Engrave in stones our lovely lives
So write to remember me by
As I miss you as much as you do

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Aaawwww


I simply adore this face. It makes me smile everytime. I wonder if I have the same look when I think of some evil plan to annoy sanna and madeeha. 😀

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P.S. I correct a lot many people while they comment either on facebook or my blog. A good advice in my opinion. The opponent runs flat after that. 😉

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The Story Of The Signature


I copy other people’s signatures easily. Well I used to but then left it off. I used to copy signatures that impressed me.

One day dad and I were sitting and just having a random discussion. I used to love asking him questions as he always had answers to all of them. He never disappointed me. So I asked him about his signature which he used to display proudly. I asked him about it. He told me that no one could do his signature to perfection. He had designed it himself and only he could do it. He said it with an air of pride which amused me. He even mentioned that not even I could do it.
That did it! I challenged him right there that I would do it if given time. Dad was so confident I wont be able to do it that he said to take all the time I needed. So we had a deal!
For four years I practiced the signature. I did it again and again. In the end, on 5th december, 2010, I did it! I perfected his signature. The one in the picture is done by me.

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As I did it, I shouted aloud, “Papa! I finally did it!”. I looked around and realised I was alone in the room. There was no one for me to share my victory. My dad was long gone by then. I didnt tell anyone about it but today I felt I should finally share my silent victory. 🙂
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Hehe


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I honestly have no idea as to why I laugh loudly every time I see that picture. I am still laughing while writing this. I imagine my cute little cousins would think the same while I do that gesture with them. They laugh at the gesture or do they laugh at me ? Hahahaha. Tricky question!!

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Doesn’t Sound Like Me, Does It ?


You dont believe me
You dont trust me
As withered as the red autumn leaves
My heart silently grieves
Wondering what I can really do
To make you mine
I could move mountains for you
But I know you wouldnt want that
I could cross oceans for you
But it wouldnt matter to you
I could build bridges to make it easy for you
But you are so strong yourself
My heart aches to be near you
To give you proof of my love
To declare that my affection is true
As deep as the canyon gorges
My heart rings true to your name
With your every breath, my heart bows in sanctity
Thanking my lord for a gift so great
A game of gamble played by fate
But you are unaware of me
How can I really make you see?
Cut out my heart and see the pain I feel
Let me bleed so I can die for you
Cut out my heart and take it
As it has been yours forever sure
Cut it and tear it from my chest
Relieve me of the burden I bear
I will hold my love for you
For eternity in solitude.

wow … it doesnt seem my idea but i wrote it … am i going mad?