It was a free day and I and Arhan were like where to and we finally hung here. This place was like So much peaceful and kinda feeling as we were in Goa. We had some exotic variants of pastas then concluded with some jasmine tea. It proved to be a perfect Sunday outing.
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
I feel as if I'm in exile. The world around me looks like a post-apocalypse. Sky is spreading black. My face pale. I am looking for water, searchong for it everywhere. None drop I got to satisfy me. I felt very dry. The desert around me seemed less dry. The bare rocks everywhere, emitted heat energies which made my eyes swollen. I couldn't sit or lie down anywhere.
Suddenly I saw a big tall pole- abandoned. Wires all messed around it especially on top. Dah, I am not the only one wrecked here. Ah, the wind was stroking like a sand-paper. Too rough, too posh. All of a sudden I felt something behind me and turned, "Ah, a comrade!"
He came near me and we embraced each other. So warm. At last God gave me hope to live. But soon his embrace grew tighter and tighter. I felt like I was being strangled. In the blurring heat I can see his whole face, his teeth. He is not a man, not now, but he was before. Now he is just A WALKING DEAD. I opened my mouth and said, "Stop comrade, I'm not a man!"
Wednesday, 2 October 2013
Millions of stars in the sky,
But who stares them
Rise and shine all the night,
Still can't remove the darkness.
One lonely moon comes
Spreading its rays
Cooling everyone's eyes
Fills every mind with elixir.
This world is very big,
Filled with humans
Everyone's a little star
Become a moon and brighten.
(From hindi primary school poem-
'Ban Ke Chand Karo Ujiyara')
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Sep 29, 13, Sun
Dear diary as today was passing a Sunday I wanted to make it worthwhile which I had failed to accomplish the week before. Beginning it with a heavy slumber leading to acute gaming on phone I finally perched on my reading spot. I started to read As Eagles Fly by Barbara Cartland from where I left it yesternight. The book was like a journey wound round mountains and jumping and thumping upon and down the ravines. And the love story.. Oh My.. Barbara Cartland always been an expert at demands, negotiations and exchanges in the matters of heart. Completing the book I went for a feast of some fresh air. Went to a mall, visited to a 'Rs. 99' Store and then returned. It was now time when I decided to pick some and I picked an old comic book Web of Mysteries #2 and read a story from it. Dah! the usual vampire story. So passe that it were sounding redundant. Freeing from it was time for some grammer lessons. Read a few lines about adjunct and then translated some sentences. So here I am again dear diary to talk to you. It's how cosy telling you all these, all these daily stuffs. Bye, will return again on next Suday. Good Night!
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
Some day ago I had to collect my certificate from my old school which I had not collected at that time. So had to write an apology letter which I decided to make it impressive. And here it is how I made them realised I am now the person they wanted me to be:
St. Joseph's School
Aug 17, 13, Sat
Sub: I want my Passing Certificate of-
Passing Year: 2006
Roll no.: 5249583
I thank you for maintaining 'St. Joseph's School' a great place of learning and me a part of it.
With sheer grief I want to confess that despite of being a promising alumnus of this renowned and premium alma mater I made a naive mistake of not collecting my passing certificate on time. This is completely my fault and I accept all accountability for it.
Now I need it very urgent for further admissions. So I hope you will empathize with my perspective of the situation and help me by providing it and oblige.
Your former forever student,
Arshad Usmani Ansari
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Sep 22, 13, Sun
Dear diary as today was a holiday I wanted to make it big not of entertainment but learning. Though not wholy but in parts I was able to live it accordingly. It was great fun. Let me tell you what I did all day.
First thing first I have had enough of what I was short and craved for six days, i.e., an undisturbed sound sleep. Then I played some virtual games on my phone for four hours which I think was a kind of waste. After that I read a short story The Fun They Had by Isaac Asimov. In this story two students living 150 years after in 2157 AD were talking about us that what fun we had in schools as in future the place of teachers will be replaced by separate private robotic teachers. Very fun and ingenious reading was it. After that I practiced a couple of grammar exercises about adjectives and adverbs and uses of if not and unless. Completing them I watched some comedies on television and then sat for some communication practices. I even made many joke all by myself but didn't bother to write them as there were so many things at hand to write. During silence of the hours before midnight I read some Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon which I am reading currently for a few days. A fast paced entertaining read. Now at last I moved this to this diary. I have planned to wake up early tomorrow breaking the record for first time. Bye good night dear diary as I promise, we will meet again tomorrow for sure. Take care!
Friday, 20 September 2013
Today I finished Disgrace by J M Coetzee. It was a very real experience. It is prose in body but is a poetry in soul indeed. Unbelievable writing. It appears that a group of writers of different ages and fields grouped together to write this book. That is the magic of Coetzee. As we all are aware this book already won numerou prizes and praise including Booker and Nobel. The situation in South Africa this book portrays can be said about all muslim countries too, including India.
Their is a situation where David Lurie (the protagonist) try hard to persuade her daughter to take steps against her molesters and she refuses to blame even speak any ill of them. The situation is very same like that when Richard Gere kissed Shilpa Shetty onstage forcely against her will and she got cornered by stating it as a way to say hello in their country.
Although this book deals with the issues of racial conflicts but the same tension between the races can be seen in India across religion. As this book praises that after post-apartheid era things in urban South Africa is getting better but as worst as it wad before in rural.
In 2006, in some magazine Nadine Gordimer commented that Coetzee's South Africa is not the same in which she grew. These types of comments comes because of the bad representation of a black person in the book or can be regarded as the villain. But thats upto a reader what he acknowledges and what touche his heart. The protagonist of this book is itself so evil and disgraceful person that we start hating him from the very first line, but as the book progresses we start pitying him due to the worsening condition of her daughter. And our sympathy withh him keep increasing until at last he gave up all hope.
This book is a 'book' written in 'language', that is this book itself defines what a book is and what it should cotain. Candid and apt representation of language and literature. Reading it creates a sublime moment. No hunger, no sleep, even the dictionary remains left untouched against the curiosity of finding what's next. And too because there wasn't any need to look for the dictionary as sentences told their meaning through themselves. It's like the whole book speaks whith you as Coetzee starts explaining the complicated verses of wordsworth and Byron and then hint us to decipher the allegories of his own prose which without being complex is wonderful.
P.S.: A woderful book but I will not refer this book to others or they will refer me a perve!
Wednesday, 7 August 2013
As though anyday I feel good!
Life's irony never change,
Mans loyalty deviate
But who knows how much he is on the track.
Life is visual, life's illusion
We don't believe what we see,
People call us blind.
Nobody wants to listen whats right if it don't match their opinions;
You don't meet others to match but correcting and adopting.
They mock us proclaiming, "He is just a falling comet. Lets just watch him fall and enjoy."
My friends think I am a fool.
And those who think I am a genious are my enemies.
My friends were many but now decreasing.
I wonder if I started becoming more wise or they...
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
War was on it's summit. They were killing them. Screams blasting our ears. A wide range of diverse screams loudly and forcibly were making us real.ize and feel their omnifarious pains. To restore the peace chaos uproared both sides. Somehow it ended, the impulsive war.
People describe it so simply that a war took place. Children learn very easily in their history books about wars, when and where they took place in numbers and without feelings. What about the calamities caused by them! Nobody realizes it until he loses someone some close.
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
"Look at this fountain. It looks like as if someone's blood is boiling," pointed my colleague and humble friend Arhan.
Ramadan is taking its course and so the summer. It's time now that we should accommodate ourselves to the curriculum of this graceful month-so pure, so blessed. It is truely a month when life strolls in a low paced manner.
We fixed a soirée tonight after late night prayers. At the luxurious valley of Caffè Coffee Day engulfed with the aroma of coffee making and serving awaited the jollification. There we enjoyed some choco doughnuts and Caffè lattes. How pure they make it. I got lost in the vertigo of its blend. I wish Starbucks were here too in Varanasi. Never been there, only read about them.
We talked and did a lot of fun as we stamped to the mellifluous hum of the background classical music while sipping the sweet, soothing, reviving bitterness of the finest non-fat latte. At last we took a taxi ride home chewing some exotic tobacco. It was truely a night out.
Saturday, 6 July 2013
June 10, 13, Mon
Today I met myself. Myself asked me if only then I got remembered him, when all left me!
No one was there, It was like trying to talk with a decayed corpse. Looking for light in the dark. Seeking children on swings after dusk. Searching old files after formatting. Fearing ghosts during daylight. Longing togetherness after breakup.
Love was not returning. Hope had gone threadbared, ragged and jarred with time. Murky uncharted waters of my life will not get known to anyone but meet its oblivion and get buried here between me and myself.
Thursday, 14 March 2013
Mar 10, 13, Sun
Some people have wit and confidence. But what that type of person requires? Can't he get what he wants? Does that man cares of someone other's wants and needs? Or he bends others desires to reach his own.
The gravity was according to its Law. Everything was going by the First Law of Newton. But hormonal disturbance made the physics of life an Uncertainty Principal.
Evolution of thoughts occured. Mutation of thoughts haunted me and my sleep cycle went worse. No one can predict where this relationship will go. My mind was drifting to find a proper refusal to this proposal of marriage which came all of a sudden from no where. Like a cosmic shower from another dimension. Against gravity, causing a change in momentum of my life.
She wanted an answer. I replied, "Later, after having some serious thinking".
"Will wait for your call."
Suddenly life became so much serious like a nuclear deal.