Intoxicated:The Kid Inside

Catch it, catch it. The kids were shouting and dancing around the poor uncooked and alive fowls. The hens would run for their life but one of them would have to sacrifice hers. Either of the lad would always catch one. Today was a no exception. A kiddo with shinny eyes and evil grin caught the golden brown healthy hen. He received his medal of honor in the form of claps by other sweet peers. They were mischievous but still very adorable.

Who doesn’t miss his or her childhood? So do I. I never thought I would be old and mature, and would snub my beautiful history as a child. It was so fun being a toddler. I could pick nose in public and everyone would still kiss me on cheeks. Now I am twenty five plus, few years left to cross the decade line. And believe me; I am not scared to die. But I am scared to death to get old and feeble. Yet, it was gorgeous to be feeble and not old 🙂

When I see really old people I am even scared. The bleaching hair, weakening eyesight, lesser stamina, lesser energy and fears of everything; being old is hard. No wonder people in history were so keen to find a potion so that they can always live younger. The people of today need it even bad. If anyone finds it, please share. I would take the doze twice to get back to the age of innocence, “when wounded knees were better than the bruised hearts”.

But, no one can help it. God, The Creator and Sustainer has come up with this system. He is all knowing and no one can match His wisdom. He wants us to grow old and finally return to Him; the life cycle. So that He can shower his endless blessings on us. He is Beneficent and Merciful, and I really hope He would forgive me despite of all my mistakes and laziness. And I am so thankful to Him that He has given me the heart of a kid. I hope I remain the same until I die in initial phase of this world.

I still love cartoons, I still like to prick balloons, and I would eat ice cream even when my throat won’t allow. The best, I would take chocolates as a bribe. I am a kid by nature; I don’t want to grow up. Though can’t help with growing old and getting bald … but trust me I am a responsible kid 🙂

if heart is bruised
tears would soon dry
exhale the gloom
smile, let’s hi fi

you are responsible
you are cute
very adorable, and you understand your roots
so cheer up
lets eat chocolates
remember the fudge
just keep faith
its only a phase
would soon be gone
but the kid once dead
would never be back home
so let him cry
i know maturity would defy
but the kid inside, never let him die!

The Blazing Sun: Racism Redefined

“Hey Ahmed! Can I please ask you something?”

“Sure Martin. Go ahead.”I replied.

And Martin asked. “Where are you from?”

Looking at Martin in a bit of confusion I told him that I was from Pakistan.

“Ah, too sad.” Martin sighed.

“Excuse me, what do you mean?” said I. I thought he was disturbed on knowing the country I was from. But guess what, he still asked me another question.

“But don’t you have another passport, may be from Australia, UK, US or Canada?”

“No Martin. I don’t. But why?” I was bewildered.

“This is the best place to work in. But only if you have a right passport.” Martin explained.

I didn’t really get that for the couple of days. But very quickly I learnt what Martin meant.

I knew that racism is the discrimination or intolerance of people of other races, but I learnt that people can be tolerant to other races, only if someone from the other race is ready to sacrifice its own culture, beliefs, heroes, attire and a bit of this and a lot of that. The best way a person can make this sacrifice and become part of the superior race is, by changing his nationality. Yes, the sacred passport. It defines and re-defines your pay scale, your living style, your respect, honor and esteem. It may also define if you deserve peace.

Well under the new belief system; racism is not always the color of your skin. It can be the color of your passport too.

I thought
Now I would be heard
Would be listened
Will be given
Will have the life
Will have the words to share
I can speak
Won’t be teased
Would be allowed
My words would be respected
You won’t laugh at me
My ideologies would be admired
Though I still thought you won’t believe me
But my mean temptation
Is in agony and search in vain
My self-respect has been crushed again!

Little Lamb: A Childhood Story

One fine evening, my mama forbade me to watch my favorite cartoon show. I was angry and an unhappy kid at that moment. How could my mama be so cruel? Though it was a night before my exams but still luxury of watching cartoon shows should not be taken away, because when luxury becomes a routine it’s no more a luxury. It’s a necessity. Alas, my mama did not know that.

So I had no other options except to shutoff television and open my books. But I could not let it go. So, I uttered… “Whatever you do to others, does that repeat to you?” I inquired my siblings who were elder to me… and had a little interest in the cartoons.

Looking at me in astonishment they nodded their heads and affirmed my inquiry.

And me without having any predictability of the future, made a statement.
“When I will grow up, I will not let mama watch Thunder Cats either.”

I love you mom 🙂

While passing through the green field,
where meadow has a shadow,
and sun was about to sleep,
I saw birds moving back to home,
and the flock ran to rest,
hey wait mama, the poor lamb said.
His trembling little limbs,
fear in the voice,
and I could see tears in his eyes.

He was left behind his parents,
and the flock did not care,
alone in the valley,
even greenery looked so scary,
the sky turned black,
I doubted its existence,
no stars in the sky,
and moon was away that night.

The little lambkin screamed,
but his mama could not hear,
she could not see the kid disappear.

Wolves started to howl,
the lust glittered their eyes,
lamb looked at them in surprise.
And this all was so spooky,
the lambkin wished it was a dream,
he cried, shouted and shed the tears,
and woke up where his mama was combing his hair.

First Chapter: Unwelcoming the Invitees

I am an expatriate
Living in the sand
My employer is hostile
It’s no more a barren land
Abundant glittering of gold
Shine of sprinkled stone
Blazing cruel sun
Remains the gift for the toiler
Only castle speaks the truth
Lie speaks the spoiler
Unfriendly religious sore
Brotherhood with gore
I live in the place
To get my bread and butter
But you keep me here
For the cumbersome chore
I deserve the respect
You lack admiration
This is my story
So I will utter
But with no butter!


It is entirely our fault. We go back home with a Rolex in wrist, original looking first copy of ray-ban on face and a fake smile of satisfaction. Aren’t we cheating people back home?

A witty and charming but an oppressed person. Who was standing in an unmoved queue, for the last 50 minutes finally uttered out the frustration.

Hearing his satire I looked at my attire, and not just me half of the people in queue had the similar deceptive appearance, except that mentioned smile which was now substituted by the right facial expression. Expression of aggravated fear.

About an hour ago the PIA aircraft had arrived on runway 10 minutes before its arrival time. And literally public had run towards the immigration/security clearance counters to try their fortunes. Those who were coming for the first time cursed nation and its impolite behavior. All others had no time to curse they just joined the marathon.

If the above narrations do not make sense to you then probably you have never visited the eastern airport in kingdom 🙂