Heads, it is!

After all the farewells why does one have to still say a final goodbye to a departing pal? Why do we still hope for something which is miraculously out of our reach? Why is it important to say something to someone when we already convey it through our actions? Isn’t wishful thinking a crime in this age of hopelessness and impossibility?


These are some of the questions going through my head recently. Why and why nots. Do’s and don’t’s! Life is complex? Or we make it complex through our thought process? In this age of gadgets when every product boasts of simplifying stuff why do we end up complicating the simple things. Or is it the part of the human tendency to test one’s own resolve. To reach to the limit, to outstretch, to outperform and to out shine others. To be the knight in the shining armor, to be the great one, the one that everyone looks up to.


If one chooses to opt for the latter then at what cost? Study accounts and you can further complicate this by adding the opportunity cost factor, the cost of selecting one alternative over another. Some do it at the expense of their dreams, some at the cost of their families and some by putting themselves at stake. So it boils down to the choices that we make. The choice to say that good bye at the airport, the choice of reaching for that impossible dream, choice to remain wishful and the choice of calling heads over tails.


May be I am not wise but I hope to make the right choice, the right call, And guess what? I have already made that choice, the hope of hitting the nail on its head, the sensation of achieving the impossible, the liberty of opting for hope against gloom, love against hate and dream against giving up!

Because I luv wishful thinking! And I luv my choices in life :)

Ciao! Aaich.

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My First Good Love Letter

I saw this movie named 'Waiting for forever' recently. The following is the excerpt from the movie which i luved it and I thought its worth sharing on my blog :)

Dear Emma,

Those two words, ‘Dear Emma’ take me away to way another time when we use to write to each other after mom and dad died. I used to tell you about my new friends and my new life. And you used to tell me about the grand time my mom and dad were having in heaven. Truth is nothing. What you believe to be true is everything. And the main thing that I used to believe was that I would be with you forever. 

Forever. The reason it is taking me so long to write you is that I have seen that I have been a fool. I have spent my life fooling myself. 

Every letter I’ve ever written to you has been a love letter. How could they have been anything else? I can see now that all of them, except this one, were bad love letters.

Bad love letters beg for love back. Good love letters ask for nothing. This, I’m pleased to announce, is my first good love letter to you. Because there is nothing more for you to do. You already have done everything. I have enough of you in my head to last forever. So please don’t ever worry about me. I’m peachy! I really am. I have everything. 

If i had one wish, it would be that your life brings you a taste of happiness that you have brought to me. That you could feel what it’s like to love.

Your friend forever,

Will

N.B: Text and image courtesy the official movie fanpage on facebook.

The story of Me and You!

You came the other day and said that you want me to return whatever I have given it to you. I said you cannot but you challenged. I cannot confront back but neither can I deny your request.

Here is the list. Some of them I have to give, some you and some collectively we need to have them back.

The first time I saw you, I was awe struck and mesmerized. To date I don’t get that feeling when I see someone else, please return me that feel.

On the lanes of London you said that you love the royal palace and we went there. Your curiosity is still hovering in Buckingham palace. I want you to take back that curiosity that makes London so special.

In the streets of Paris you told me about your love for perfumes. The shop that we visited and the perfumes you tested. The fragrance of those test runs are still in the air of those shops. They wait to go back with you.

In Murree you got excited by snow and made snow balls and threw at me. Those flakes are still stuck in the moment. I want you to get them out of their limelight.

In Sydney on New Year ’s Eve you were super excited. We celebrated the arrival of the new millennium together at the Sydney Harbor. You lit extinguishers and fireworks. It’s been 11 years and I never had a new year since then. I want you to return me my new year.

In Los Angeles we went to the theater to watch that crappy horror movie. I had shivers down my spine while you laughed it off. To date your laughs and my shivers remain there. I want you to take them back to their deserved place.

In South Africa your love for islands took us to Capetown. I never saw you that excited in my life. Your excitement is still the talk of Capetown. I want you to take the excitement back from the city.

For a long time your bedtime calls were only highlight of my time till you said that you don’t longer want to talk me. I have not slept with peace since the day you abandoned them. I want you to give me back my sleep.

On that October night in Islamabad you looked into my eyes and said is this a dream? I said no and gave you my dreams. From that day and onwards my dreams are with you. I want you to give me back my share of dreams.

In Lahore soon after our kaboolhai, kabool hai you hugged me. Your warmth gave me comfort in that chilly evening. That warmth is still with me, I want to return it to you.

On the cold morning in Moscow you got fascinated by seeing smoke coming out with every breath that you took. That smoke of your breath is still Moscows most prized possession. I want you to take back that gift from them.

Sitting in dunkin donuts, Karachi your lipstick got struck to the coffee mug. That impression is still there. I want you to take it back.

On my birthday we went to the beach in Dubai and walked miles on that sunny May afternoon. Despite numerous waves passing over our footsteps they refused to wash away. I want you to take those magical steps back from Dubai which I believe is the reason of some many people getting excited to that crazy dessert.

The day we parted you slapped me. I was teary eyed and vowed never to smile back again. To date I have not smiled. I want you to give me back my smile.

The last time we met you asked me to get out of your life forever and never to return. I ported out but my heart refused to follow me. I want you to return me my heart.

I am not sure if you can give me what I want or take what I want to give. I never requested you anything but this is my first and only request to you.

 In all these moments with you I did not realize that I never had a life and it was your presence that meant a life to me. I just request you to give me back my life please!

Luv!

Aaich!!!

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Do the due!

It is like treading on the same path over and over again. Knowing that the route is filled with thorns, bushes, barbs and nails. They will rupture, injure, cut, wound and bruise you. Knowing you will fall and crash into pieces. But still you opt not to change the pathway. You end up bursting yourself. Day in day out and weeks flyby but you decide not to change. At the end of this battle you again collect yourself, pump air into a body that is already so damaged that the air refuses to stay and hopelessly aim for another shot wishfully thinking that the lady luck may perhaps finally smile.

Why?? Too scared, childish, unsure or confused?? Why does one don’t let it go? So much for the new person that you inspire to be. Nahee? Is it the child inside that is refusing to grow up? or the bond that refuses to break? What is in this suffering?  Seems like a chess game where the player is not only shrewd but also very clinical and cunning. Why does he/she move and say 'checkmate', signal the end, shut the door and run away. Why are you dragging the innocent, the one who is not really at fault, the one who just happens to be at the right place at a very wrong time.

I request, beg and plead to deliver that knockout blow. Just go ahead and kick in hard. I am sure this short term impact will be way better than a long term effect. I urge you to be ruthless, unkind and selfish. Because if you won’t then i don’t see an end. I don’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.

It’s easy here. I can do it, but i chose not to. I can opt to win but not at the expense of your loss! So it’s you who have to do it!

and for a change, JUST DO IT!

Aaich!!