The Would-Be Writer

Eid Mubarak to all of my Muslim brothers and sisters. Life is just a shit hole right now. All I want to do is screaming and scream my head off. This is how I feel right now. This is jealousy. Yes self-evaluation is all the rage now. People are just stupid they like to believe they don’t know what is wrong. I believe that all along, people are well aware of what is going on. They know exactly what the mind is thinking and what the heart is feeling. I’m burning up with jealousy. Yes its sounds stupid right? Who in this wide world might admit to it all? Well I’m not that small; I like to be upfront with what I feel. I miss him every single day. I do and I honestly want to bring this to an end. I pray every day for the release from this pain. But it never seems to come. The relief I am looking for, it never seems to come. How is it that I, who didn’t do shit, who didn’t do anything wrong ended up with short end of the stick? Yes I’m back to my whining self. I cannot help it....

I seem to be on a roll right nowadays. I mean what could explain the need to use my laptop for writing out my thoughts this frequently. Well I am so deal with it. What got me in the mood right now is the amazing music of Abida Parveen. To all those who are not aware of this amazing woman, should instantly Google her. You might be able to find translations of her work and music with subtitles in your language with them. So please do look. Her music basically falls under the category of Sufi music. Her music is beautiful. The words are what should be heard and understood. Once again I apologize for my ramblings and ranting. I am in no way paying heed to the fact that my grammar is shit and what I’m writing might not even be good. I just want to get this out there as soon as possible. The thought of appealing to the masses has lost its appeal in the regent months. Why should I look for the approval of people who only care about bringing me down? I am under no obligation to do so...

Hello, to all the faceless people who might end up reading this. Hello to all those faces who I know might end up reading this. Let me just start by saying things are good. My life has never been boring. It certainly won’t start now will it? Let’s hope it does. Before I go any further, I want to tell this one person, who does read my blog that this blog is in no terms about you. Even a little bit, so please read this with a grain of salt…. And if you need any more help figuring out who I am talking about then let me please give you a hint, ‘The Man 2’. Now, that I have gotten that out of the way let’s talk about what’s been going on. I’m here in Abu Dhabi, UAE. I have come here to say goodbye to this place as a second home. For the past five years, I have had a residence visa of this country. Now however I will have to hand it back to the Arabs. Well no harm in that. The thing is I can’t quite decide whether I should be sad or happy. I have conflicting emotions about this cha...

Hey all, it has been sometime since I wrote anything. In fact, nowadays, these posts are the only things which are the words written by me. For the longest of time, words were my strong suit. There is no doubt about that. They were the only thing going for me. Lately, even speaking has become difficult. I wonder why that is? Could anyone tell what are the reasons a person, perfectly capable of speech, has now started to stutter? I am writing this post at a time when I have nothing else to do. All my friends, my life lines have gone to sleep. Well not all the two who I love the most. They are amazing friends. One is a classmate from when I was in ninth. And counting, that is almost 10 years. We have had our ups and downs, but we always manage to bounce back. The thing about this guy is that he is a bastard. Hahah yes that is the word for him. He is rude, insolent, blunt, and judgmental and a few other rude words I would like to place on him. However, he is a gem of a person...

Two days ago, a stranger praised me on my writing. He had come across my blog and struck up a conversation with me. It was invigorating. Highly stimulating and extremely fun. But what got to me was the fact that he seem to get where I'm coming from in my writing. Very few people actually understand.  He shared a quote with me. It was a very nice one something about people not being able to keep up with what they say.  This post is now being continued on another day  I just can't seem to sleep. What better way to while away the time than to write. People don't understand what the life of an insomniac is like. It's not well. I think I just had a panic attack. I met two new friends. Both are a lot of work. They have very many similar traits. But I like ye one better than the other. I don't know how to explain it. They both are self sufficient, self reliant and believe in making me work towards a goal. They both love criticizing me and irritating me.  But honestly speak...