The Enigma of my Life…

جيسے اندھيرے كے بعد روشني ملے تو خوشي ہوتي ہے كيوںكہ بھٹكے ہوئے كو راستہ مل جاتا ہے۔ ليكن اگر روشنيوں كے بعد اندھيرا چھا جائے تو ٹھوكريں لگتي ہيں۔
اسي طرح جو مزہ غم كے بعد خوشي كا ہے وہ كہيں اور نہيں ہے۔
كچھ دن پہلے ميرے زہن ميں ايك سوال اٹھا

جھوٹ سے ملي عارضي خوشي اچھي يا سچ سے ملا عارضي دكھ؟

You are Flying Too high to fly with you in love
She says

Today we were discussing our relations and she gave a philosophy about my love that I m on the peak and I shoud come down to fly along with her and should take her back to peak along with me. But I always want Her To Join me inspite of going down as I m enjoying the peaks……….

Yeah I m confused Today.
Confused about my relations.

When I was small I was very mischievous!  
 
 
I used to break rocks with my head

Used to play with Basketball!

Used to take a ride on Comoro Dragon!

Swim with my Dolphin!  

Even make a Lion get frightened

Used to Challenge the police!

Give bath to my Agar!

Used to Race with cars!

Go skating!

Always made new friends!!

Surf on the waves!

But Now!

I just sit on a chair!

Atlest I think It’s an achievement for me…
I have failed in a subject first time in my 14 years academic carrier.
But it was just un expected for me
But its amazing that only 4 out of 28 students are pass…..

My today’s trip to Ahmad Abad , a village 11KM Far from Chiniot is no less then Hitch Hiking Sahara Desert ( the story we studied in F.Sc English Syllabus).
Infact i had to go there to see my class fellow Javed Iqbal who had bone frecture last days and is on leave from university, he couldnt appear in exams so he was tense and frustrated. His father called us and asked us to make him realize that its no need to be tense and frustrated..
So all the male students of our class decided yesterday to visit him…
We all had conveyance problem so we decided to go their on Bikes.
We were 10 boys on 5 bikes.
I left home at 8:30 AM and the journey started with an accident when I was waiting for the Signal to Turn Green, two boys on a bike violated the signal and because of their mistake they collided with the car coming from the opposite side. It was a horrible scene to Witness. As one of them died at once and the other was seriously injoured.
I left the accident place with heavy heart and my senses didnt allow me to drive.
Atlast i reached the spot where all of us decided to meet.
We started our journey, that was no more than an adventure…
It was just seeming a scene of Motorolla F1 Racing but it was making me tense and rash and i was quarreling with my friends not to drive so fast but they said” Aaana Hay to isee tarah Aaaa..werna wapas chala ja”
We reached chiniot in just 20 Minutes ( 45 Km way)
after that the road was horrible as all the way road was under construction and stones on the road……
Se we reached Javed’s home…
All the villagers were looking us we were some kind of Alliens, as we were covered with Dust….
It was first time in my life that i saw a village which reminded me of Stone Age.. as there was no electricity facilities… no Telphone… Mobiles Not Working….
Their we enjoyed Gossips…
Met Javed, his mother, brothers and his father…
We were asking for permission to leave but they said you can just go after Lunch….
So we decided to visit the village…
In Cane Fields we saw a snake of about 4 feet length..
we killed the snake and had Snaps with the Snake…
After the Lunch we left for Faisalabad..
And decided to adopt the alternative path that was along the bank of the Canal and was full muddy…..
At 5:00 in the evening reached Faisalabad……

Why don’t parents has Trust on their children?

I m in the CS Lab and teacher is delivering a lecture on Storage Device.
But what made me to write this post is “A”.
Today when I saw her she was looking tense. When I asked the cause she could not stop her weeping. but she was not telling me the problem.

Atlast she told me that her mother dont have trust on her and she objects on her dresses and why she uses mobile
I dont know why her mother’s behaviour is like this….
Even “A” is one of the girls in our class who are “Hijabified” and She doesn’t like to have friendship with boys?
Dont know why her mother is so rude to her?

Now a days I m full busy in university’s hell bored routine. Studies, Studies and Studies. No time to do something else. Just freed up from Mid-Term exams but now moving towards Finals which are just a Month ahead. Everywhere i see Books, Notes and Coppies. Even everynight i m dreaming of the examination Hall.
Dont know whi is it like this?
Even i never ever had been like this.
I think I have fell in “Exam-Phobia” but why?

Its A Punjabi song which is always on air on FM 103 Faisalabad and its my Nightmare during my studies at Night…

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