Ouay huay huay yaar. What sadness mashaAllah. Like not exactly sadness – and here I am tryna put on a nice and decent facade – honestly well I don’t like this pronunciation of the word and would rather it be called faCAde please. Acha khair.
So basically I have been somewhat stressed. This time I’m not even talking to the anonymous listener kinda thing though the fact that I was reminded of them today speaks to me about the obvious halat. Other things also remind me of that because I remember being in this phase before. For other reasons but I remember this and I am imagining if this is stronger in any sense now. Because of any and everything at its root.
Do you mind talking about sadness? Is it a hard topic for you? I have been teaching some Japanese students and I give them a few personal writing exercises and man, what an experience that is. Like I am allowed to do that but I won’t cross that line and still enjoy a glimpse into THAT creative side. Pretty wow you know.
Also what else. We have another book fair at university these days, tomorrow being its last day. My voice is kharab suddenly, the kind of it some people like especially. Today we went to a mall. I don’t like malls I dunno why. But we had fun. I guess it’s shopping that I don’t like. And whatever. Etc means ends of thinking capacity aka spare me because I’m not bound to complete this sentence. Uff.
Okay anyway. Here’s to speaking better some other day. Allah bhailay.
OH ALSO I read a book after AGES matlab can you believe that? I had 100% stopped reading – actually not hundred because I tried and all that but it must’ve been like do saal or so. And I read Dan Brown this week. Such a good feel, seriously.
Also I WROTE after so long. Matlab I was going back home and chaltay chaltay I change my direction and there is this huge sports ground and I start in its direction and then I am sitting on that stair type (mundair? but better) and I open my bag, take out enough content until I can pick this black notebook and WRITE. I write in roman angraizi because it’s really a mix of Urdu and English and I vent. Like now but more secretive. And I get it off (only to that very extent as it goes) and bus. I put it all back and continue on my way and take a bus and go home.
Acha khair. Allah bhailay for reals now
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I really like this post.
Me too I think. Thank you.
It’s kinda like looking in the mirror and seeing my old self. I used to write like this years ago. Random, mix of English and Urdu, funny etc. So many of my posts were like this. Random yet deep and a piece from which the readers can learn some lesson. Anyways, you’re welcome. Keep writing.
Interesting. For me, I see an evolution here — I couldn’t write like this. When I started blogging to what I became afterwards, for the longest time, was different. I actually wished to be able to allow myself this raw vulnerability – which, to be honest, isn’t 100% true even in this post. I know where I stopped and tweaked. But it’s something in this personal journey. 🙂
Thank you for sharing!
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You sound like that absolutely smashit writer from Lahore who writes in a mix of Urdu-English – the sarcy witty one who talks about Society ladies? Damn, her name escapes me now!
Haha! I wonder who that might be!
Moni Mohsin, trust you’ve heard of heard of her? Even better, read her satire?
Oh of course! Diary of a social butterfly!
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