Politically Incorrect

It’s been long since Hasan tagged me, else I would not have been revving all this. More or less, considerably less or more than more or less, I don’t think I fit in the format well, bear with me.

5 years ago:
Having graduated from school in flying colors, I found it hard to cope with an extra dose of liberty at college. This destroyed my grades and had literally sunk my ship. The year was also marked with the emergence of a new self – the formula didn’t change but the outfit did. And the ‘first love’.

1 year ago:
Frantic excutions of last minute details before actually moving to Lahore. New city, new equation. Sub squar zero!

5 Songs which I know all the words to:
There’s not a single song I can remember all the words of. However, there are some songs I rhyme a lot.

- Jay Mein Hondi Dholna ~ Noor Jahan
- Aa Kahin Door Chalay Jayein Hum ~ some Indian movie
- Long Gone Days ~ Mad Season
- Aay Ajnabi ~ Dil Se
- Aay Jazba-e-dil gar mein chahoon ~ Nayyera Noor

5 snacks I enjoy:
- Pakoray
- Potato Chips/French Fries
- Gol Gappy
- Pop Corn (if they count)
- Samosay

5 Things I’d like to do with 100$ million:
This depends on the means I get the money. I’m not into some lottery type thingy, and I reckon by the time I’ll earn 100$ million myself, I won’t need it anymore. Anyhow, this is for your amusement. In the order the events will happen, most likely.

- Buy a balloon
- A truck of Ice Cream (I’m by no means joking about first two!!)
- Go to Hajj/Umrah with my family
- Donate most the money to charity/welfare trusts etc.
- Invest rest in my business

5 places I would run away to:
- My mother
- Home
- Hide myself in Allah’s home – Mecca
- Isloo
- Pyramids in Egypt

5 thing I would never wear:
I take a different approach towards the word ‘wear’. To me it’s more your self than fluffy things you put on. Enough, here’s the list:

- Long hair
- Skin-tight shirts or jeans
- Stiff head
- Leniency toward my students
- Flattery

5 Favourite TV shows:
I abandoned the telly beast long ago.

5 Greatest joys:
- Sleeping in my mother’s lap
- Going to Umrah/Hajj
- A call from my family
- Appreciation/accolodes for my efforts
- Having my business established like I dreamt

5 favorite toys:
- My little daemon, PC (I’m not Pixel!)
- Pen
- Keys/Key chain
- Notepad
- A little fantasy

5 people I am tagging:
All the people, I want to tag are already tagged. So I guess the story ends here.

Another year comes to the end. I turned 22. To be honest, I’m somehow afraid of getting older. Everyone’s afraid of mortality. It feels like sand sweeping under your feet standing on the shore. Nostalgia is the enemy of future. One year since I abandoned my city and come to Lahore in search of my destiny. I believe to achieve it someday, but what then? What if I don’t? You shouldn’t think of defeat, is the rule of the game. I played whatever’s required to achieve my goal; I think I’m changing and I don’t like it much.

I guess, it’s important to evaluate your day at the end. Rather critical to do the same with the year. But shouldn’t we be more easy, let-it-be type of people? Isn’t it less cumbersome? What I’ve learnt, it never goes as planned. But you got to plan; otherwise, you plan to fail. At least, you’ve prepared for one scenario, if not more. Thin border line between staying focused and going overboard to plan your future. Nothing is incidental but you can only connect the dots backward. But every year when I sit to assess my own self and what I’ve achieved during the period, I found myself at the same spot I was before. I feel like moving in a ring, only the circle gets wider and wider every time. I want my center!!

No more New Year resolutions, I’m bad at them. I’m not good with people either. I’m not diplomatic; I tend to keep things simple. Life, acts, words, relationships. No pun intended. I’m sailing high at last, but one good season doesn’t mean the world, does it? Sorry, don’t mind me, I’m an old cynic.

I’m trying to go back home for the last three weeks, yes, three weeks. But hasn’t made it as yet. Now, it’s again postponed to Monday. I’m sick, literally, for four days. Has recovered some bits so no need to worry. But I really need a break from work. I got to go home. I’m officially homesick!

So, traditionally, this might suck as well but this is a shitty world. You gotta watch youself, mind you. People tend to promise what they can’t deliver, at all. Or perhaps, don’t want to. But rather more important is ending the term on a positive note. Well, it’s not related to the post actually but one of the good young writers I silently admire has quit writing for his blog, or atleast says so. What’s wrong with people, when people start admiring they somehow become a jughead. Anyways, if detracked is the fate, I just recalled what I marked when we passed out from the school:

jinhein jurm-e-ishq pe naaz tha, woh gunah-gar chalay gaye
-faiz