Hawwa tou nahin hai,  khaasa habs hai- wonder what blew out the candles then?
*sighs*

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I can't  breathe.
Ajeeb wehshat si horahi hai sham ke baad se. Kuch sumujh nahin araha. Bohat besukooni hai,  bohat iztaraab.
The moonlit skies look beautiful.  The underglow that the moonlight creates as the clouds glaze over it,  is but plain wonder.
Magar bas phir achanak saara manzar dhundla gaya,  roshni bikhar si gayee,  aur aankhoun mein jallan ke siwa kuch nahin raha.

I can hear the clouds roar.  They sound upset...  It's raining.

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Life, reverse blasts, Mr. Freeze and other disasters.

At time, it doesn't even allow a transitional period as it jumps from one happy moment to another miserable one. Life's weird that way. Oh, it sure is!

It sort of reminds me of something I studied back in school- digital and analogue signals/ values. Or binary data- It's 0 OR it's 1- and that's that. Or if we had to bring in the economic cycle, it would be something unlike the conventional cycle; minus the recession or recovery transitional phases.

Here, a sad attempt to illustrate it for you:

Well, on second thought, I guess they're there; so to speak. Although, they're more of something like as steep vertical drop, yes, a roller coaster drop perhaps- and ohhh! Not just any other drop; it's like the 90 degree drop of Mr. Freeze from Six Flags, to be precise.

Holy skittles! Eureka!!!

I think I just figured life out. Just as I typed the last line, it occured to me- like an epiphany. It's the new Mr. Freeze: Reverse Blast.

Damnit! I've got it all figured... *walks away slowly, mumbling to herself- flabbergasted at the discovery*

Giggly Revelations

*S, Z, and I searching for how some of the renowned designers looked like*

Search: 1 - Tommy Hilfiger
Google didn't search him for us for some unknown reason, however did give us 'people also search for' recommendations. So, we went ahead with that.

Search: 2 - Paco Rabbane
*weird face*
S: Aise tou humaray chowkidaar!

Search: 3 - Kenneth Cole
S: Aye haye! Bechara! Lagta hai ke waqai watches banata hoga!

Search: 4 - Yves Saint LaurentS: Sunkee buddha!


Search: 5 - Christian Dior
*drum rolls*
....
*flabbergasted*
Me: He's a.... man!? O_o
*weird pause*
S: He is a ganja?! And not a ganjee?!!!
*wants to faint*

And the search went on... treading along similar lines.

P.S. A draft from a few months ago.

Dear blogger,

I suppose I'll be seeing you more often now.

Ann.

Average life expectancy

Bas itni si zindagi hoti hai khushiyoun ki...

As long as it takes for an eye to open up after a blink.

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The flagbearer of wrongdoings

You somehow end up being wrong all the time.  ALL THE TIME.  How do you do it?  How do you manage?  Must be really tough,  huh?
I find it funny,  I'm so sorry,  I kinda sorta do. 
*smirks*

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You wake up and you sleep. A few murmurs in between. A sleepy smile; a grin if lucky. A recipe for fuzz.

Only if the spaces could've shrunk to a breath.

Aik aur sach

Aur sach tou yeh bhi hai ke,  kuch lougoun ko khushiyaan raas nahin aati.  Aur kabhi woh khushiyoun ko raas nahin aatay.
Tou bas phir nateeja kuch youn hota hai k,  barra mukhtasar sa saath hota hai inn lougoun ka aur khushiyoun ka.

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Mein bohat khud gharz hon shayed.  Apne dukh k aagay,  kisi aur ka dukh,  kisi aur ki pareshaani koi maaene he nahin rakhti.
Saari duniya aag ki laptoun mein jhulas rahi hai tou kya? Mujhe tou bas apni ragoun mein uth'ti huwi teesoun ki azeeyat ka ehsaas,  aur kuch nahin,  kuch bhi nahin.
Ya shayed,  bohat behiss hon.  Behissi k aala tareen darje per faaiz.
...  *smiles*

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The last laugh

Who's laughing now?

Tou kya sab khatam hogaya?

*smiles*

Kitna bewaqoofana sawaal hai... But can I blame you, my precious? *shakes head* Beyaqeeni hai ke khatam he nahin honay mein aati...

Eik lehze mein paaon ke neeche se zameen khenchi gayee... kuch pata he na chala. Itni taizi se ke, abhi tou nuqsaan ka andaaza bhi nahin ho paaya theek theek.

Har guzarta din eik nayye nuqsaan ka ehsaas liye howe aayega ab tou.

.... *shakes head*

Hai youn bhi ziyaan aur youn bhi ziyaan...

Kuch din tou basso meri aankhon main
Phir khawab agar ho jao tou kya

Koi rung tou do mere chehray ko
Phir zakham agar mehkao tou kya

Ik aaina tha so toot gaya
Ab khud se agar sharmao tou kya

Main tanha tha, main tanha hoon
Tum aao tou kya, Na aao tou kya

Jab hum he na mehkay phir sahib
Tum baad-e-saba kehlao tou kya

Jab daikhnay wala koi nahin
Bujh jao tou kya, jal jao tou kya

Eik weham hai yeh duniya is mein
Kuch kho'o tou kya aur paao tou kya

Hai youn be ziyaan aur youn bhi ziyaan
Jee jao tou kya mar jaao tou kya...

-Obaidullah Aleem

Saturday night sighs.

This!

Is as close as it gets.

*smiles half-heartedly*

Meeloun ke faaslay tou tay kiye jasakte hain, magar sawal yeh hai ke naseeboun ke faaslay kis tarah tay hon?

Saturday night musings

Haven't felt so empty in a very long time. So hollow, so weightless. Things would have been so much easier had I been not such a goddamn attention craving creature.
*shakes head and smiles*
The tragedy of my life is that I somehow cannot find someone to blame, but myself... Every time, every.... time.
Why do I have to be so insatiable when it comes to affection and care? There is only so much people can give away... *smirks* And suddenly, I make it sound like alms, and not love.

-

The clenched fist you hold in front of yourself, you are afraid of opening it, aren't you? Almost as if you are afraid whatever you were holding on to so tightly shall not be there any longer. And truth be told, my precious, it isn't there, is it now? You know it too, don't you? That whisper you keep drowning in your noisy delusions, it keeps popping its head up every now and then. You'll have to lend it an ear sooner or later, love- sooner or later.

Rah e hasti ke iss jalte safar mein
Tumhari yaad ka saaya bohat hai...

P.S. Absolutely adore the Dil e Muztar OST.