Diary of an Introverted Extrovert

Bohat Chaha Tum Na Ka Toro Mjhe Bujha Ka Mere Qalb Ka Angare Jala Do Meri Sab Khawahishen Tabah Kar Do Meri Sab Tamaen Magar Dakho Mjhe Khari Hon Main Wese He Sakht Jaan Apni Dunyia Sanware Hoe Haste Hoe Muskurate Hoe Apne Doston Ka Bech Apne Kherkhawahon Ka Hamrah Tum Or Tum Na Socha Tha Na Ka Tanha Reh Jaoun Ge Main Tum Na Socha Tha Na Na Jee Paun Ge Main Bin Tmhare Galat The Tum Tanha Ho Tum Hare Ho Tum Jeeti Hoon Main

Like most of the people from middle class background in Pakistan I have never traveled via airplane to anywhere not even locally. So all the information of how the plane looks like, and how the airports look like from the inside were all confined to the movies and videos but not for long. This time I got the chance to travel by plane and it was not going to be an intercity travel, I was going to London. It was October 2 nd which was designated to be my flight date and I was supposed to be travelling via the Qatar Airways. I reached the airport and I was quite anxious about the customs and the security check, but i t was not a big deal. I was through it in less than 20 minutes and I was in the boarding lounge an hour prior to my flight. So I waited and waited. Not just waited, I tried to explore the newly built Islamabad airport too which was unexpectedly really nice. These guys seemed to be much fond of the timings so there was no sighting of my plane which was supposed to dep...

I am writing these words while sitting near the open exit door of a moving train while I am going to Rawalpindi from Lahore. These are just a few thoughts going across my mind about a thing people call LIFE . They say that life is a straight road, then they again change it to, It’s a Y cross of two roads of which you can choose one, a right one about which they say that it’s going to be really difficult in the start with gradual increase in the difficulties and then it’s going to be very easy. The other option for any one according to them is what they call a wrong path, a shinny, charming easy looking road which enclose grave horrors in it. This is what the people say, I have a different opinion. In my opinion, this life is a labyrinth, a snarl a maze where you keep wandering around and around to just see that you are at the same place from where you started. Same alleys, same options, same confusions, same people, Just in different shape, dress and tones. With the...