I’m getting too old for this shit.

There was a time when I’d have a list. I’d have a list of people I was close to. A list of people – who were the ‘chosen ones’, the people who were game-changers. Their inputs mattered. If I didn’t get to speak to them through the day, it would feel like there was something … Continue reading »

Girls don’t cry.

In the modern world that you and I know right now, being effeminate has become a slur. And not just for boys. We’ve got shops that sport the sign “Clothes for the Working Woman” in a so-called conservative country like Pakistan. Slacks are in, loafers are cool, no more teased-up hairdos, let the hair down, … Continue reading »

A yummy kind of escapism.

Since I now own a beautiful D5100, it is about time I launch a “MhwshB’s Photography” page, right? No. Mainly because owning a DSLR does not make me an expert. I bought it because I love photography and I’ve wanted it since, like, totally forever, you know? On a serious note, I aim to learn … Continue reading »

Pop goes the weasel.

Because I couldn’t find a decent philosophically relevant quote that could be the title of this post. Life, as it goes on and on, has so many questions and answers to it – but more often than not it is just a series of yins and yangs. At least, that’s how I see it. In … Continue reading »

Protected: When in anger, BLOG.

Protected: Existentialist angst. Commonly known as wtf. (oh and the usual pw won’t work)

Day 3. Far from the madding family hooplas.

Lot of people around me, people that I personally know, people that I’m friends with, tell me such heartwarming stories about their families. How they miss their parents, how close they are to their siblings and how a daughter is supposed to be a spitting image of her mother. Drumroll please. Cue Conversations with a … Continue reading »

Day 11. Crying in a blue dream.

I was walking home from Al Jazira when I heard an annoying man speaking at an annoyingly loud pitch on his cell. “I want to know why that woman kept saying that!” I walked faster, but he seemed to be going in the exact same direction I was. Shit. “What happened after that?! I want … Continue reading »

Tenacious Me.

Maybe giving up is easier, healthier, better-er. And maybe people who have given up on the battles that are so heartily philosophical lead happier, fuller lives. Than those of us who keep trying to ‘change’ things, who keep trying make people ‘see’ the reality that can make things more workable. Because from where I’m standing, … Continue reading »

Kia rang badalta hai zamana mere aagay.

The line Dad wrote to add to Ghalib’s shair (bazeecha e atfaal hai zamana mere aagay) to write a song for a movie that starred Ghulam Mohiyuddin, Muhammad Ali, Shabnam and Mustufa Qureshi. Yeah, he wrote songs for Pakistani movies once. And no, this isn’t going to be a father’s day post. The biggest concern … Continue reading »