“Hamza Ali Abbasi and his nephew”

This piece has been written in response to a series of Facebook statuses put up by Hamza Ali Abbasi, a renowned actor. One of them was about how his heart sank on witnessing passing of laws associated with gay marriages in the US and the other regarding him bailing out of promotions if the two songs with culturally unacceptable videos are not removed from the film. An interesting concept of ‘Double thinking’ was put forth by the novelist, George Orwell, in his novel 1984, and this concept is particularly pertinent to mind frames. This directly stems from different hierarchies of understanding that are available, and due to limitless hierarchies, it is quite vital to come to terms with the diversity that inhabits this planet. For all you know, it may have an allegorical meaning. Who could possibly claim to know all the dimensions of everything and absoluteness? None of us are perfect, and all of us have the potential to waver off from the ‘right’ path. Although this piece is rather mocking and cynical, I in my limited capacity as a human being am capable of making ‘mistakes’ too, and hence, on this note, this piece begins:   
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“The orient of light”

Although certain facts are crystal clear and are more obvious than an apple being an apple, certain facts strike you with a ferocious force, putting all your thought processes back into action. It probably is because of the mélange of ways in which a certain aspect of an entity can be described. Continue reading

“Thank you for being my hope”

Recently, questions have whipped up areas in my mind and an excruciating pain has settled its roots. It is not only other people who take the liberty to intrude into the little sphere I inhabit, instead it is me myself too. I myself am the culprit. In this moment, I feel a barrier that separates me from me. There is a part within me which remains locked and is inaccessible. It may or may not possess certain jewels. Continue reading

“I love you dad”

It has nearly been 5 years since my dad left this world, and there has not been a day in which I have not missed him. Every memory remains clearly engraved on my mind; at the worst of times, flashing images associated with that incident strike my mind at a blinding pace. To some extent, I have become a prisoner of my own past, longing to relive the moments already gone by. That longing will only remain a longing. Some wishes cannot come true. It is for this reason that understanding the essence of situations started to become more significant to me. Apart from this, nothing could have really offered me a consolation to vanquish that dreadful day in my life. Continue reading