The Contrast

Once upon a time, in a land far far away (which exists only in my mind), there was a jungle. A jungle which had all sorts of animal species living together in peace, and harmony. The jungle, like every other normal jungle, had the law that only the most powerful will rule it. But strangely, there was something different about the ruler of the jungle. It didn’t live in a pride, it didn’t hunt other animals. It wasn’t something everyone was afraid of. It was a kindhearted stag. A warrior stag, who still had his horns stained with the blood of the oppressors, who once tried to take over the whole jungle to establish their lawlessness.

Despite having wolf-packs, and lion-prides, the jungle was still safe for most of the animals, because of having a strong, and skilful ruler. Wolves still remembered that how their leader got impaled on the horns of a grown-up deer, and was dragged like that from one end of the jungle to the other, and was left there to be eaten out by the vultures. Lions knew that if they try to raise a rebellion, they would be crushed under the feet of elephants and rhinos (The jungle’s heavy armour division), just like their previous generation did. Snakes knew that the Eagles (Air Support) were loyal to the stag’s authority. It isn’t like that the predators couldn’t hunt, they could hunt, but there was a reasonable limit to it. In short, everyone knew their rights, and their power, and how to use it to maintain peace (all thanks to one wise deer ruler).

Animals have this natural bonding with each other. Even if they belong to different species, they pretty much understand each other, unlike humans, who generally happen to be…holes. Right next to the jungle, not very far away, there was a village, populated by the humans (and a bunch of monkeys). In the village, there were tales about how some villagers had been mauled to death by the animals in the past. In the jungle, there had been tales of savage hunters, who would kill animals, skin them, cook them on fire, dance and sing around the burning flesh, and would finally eat it. For the animals, this whole thing was like a satanic ritual, and it scared them to the marrow of their bones.

In the very same village, there was a little, budding love-story. A typical one, where the parents of the couple would never let them marry each other; instead put more and more restriction on them. And naturally, this had to end up in an undesirable way. Yes, the couple decided to elope. No one knew where to go, but they only wanted to run away. And again, the very expected move, their families, out of their “honour”, had decided to catch the eloped couple, and punish them. (I know for most of my westerner readers, this will be a strange thing, but it does happen where I live. Not everywhere, but at places, love is a taboo.)

Having nowhere to go, the couple, in a state of hurry, made a genius decision of hiding in the jungle. They weren’t totally out of their mind, and had decided not to go very deep into the jungle, but still deep enough to find a place to hide. The villagers searched for them, but couldn’t simply find them, and finally assumed that they’re dead because it had been almost 3 days since they eloped.

Almost half of the jungle knew they there has been an infiltration, but the stag decided that the humans were not much of a threat, and never thought of taking any action; still, he told the animals to be conscious about the foreigners.

As another day passed, the couple had lesser resources than it had when it ran away from the village. Both looking at each other, making compromises over compromises for each other, just could not think about how to survive like this (Most probably because none of them saw Man Vs. Wild on the TV). They had plans to move to the nearest town, which was a few hundred miles away, but travelling without resources isn’t easy.

You know, love can get you peace but it can not give you food. Both were each other’s sunshine, brightening up everything for their partner. Were like each other’s moonlight, lightening up the darkest hours for each other. But this budding love-story was going to be starved to death any hour from now.

The stag, in addition to being a wise ruler, was a wise father as well. Every day, he used to take his little fawns for some walk, telling them about the geography of the jungle, teaching them how to fight, training them, introducing them to the animals, and their specie-specific customs. He knew that he needed to have a strong successor like him if the peace was to be kept because there readily were many eyes on the jungle’s throne.

During one similar tour of the jungle, the crows (Intelligence services) reported the stag that the humans were preparing for another “satanic ritual”. He quickly called in a squad of wild buffaloes and told them to escort the little fawns in the deep jungle, back to their mother. Meanwhile, the stag was reported about the whereabouts of the human couple, and he started to rush towards them.

The young boy, filled with the will of taking something back to his girl, kept on walking and decided to go deep into the jungle. After he thought he has walked deep enough, he started to lay a trap with the rope he had picked up before leaving the village. While laying the trap behind the bushes, he saw 3 little deer running, and meeting their mother, and the wild buffaloes leaving the place after successfully escorting the fawns to their mother.

Back to the girl, she managed to light up some fire and crafted a perfect setup to cook whatever the boy would bring back. Seeing the smoke rising, the stag had a much better estimate about the whereabouts of the threat, and he paced up.

The boy had his trap ready, and he just needed to scare off the deer family in a way, that at least ONE of them runs towards the trap. So, he, while hiding himself, carefully went to the other side, took an aim at one of the fawns, hoping that he wouldn’t need the trap if he gets a small deer killed with an arrow. Just when he pulled the string back, the mother deer (the doe nighean, as the stag used to call her) heard the sound, made a sudden voice, and all the deer quickly started running. The boy was in a perfect direction to make the deer run towards the direction of the trap. Just a matter of seconds, and the doe had a rope around two of her legs. She told the fawns to run straight to the bears, which they did.

By now, there was a constant political stirring in the jungle. Wolves and the lions had come out. They knew that their fear was away to the outer jungle, and they had some time to roam free in the jungle, breaking the established law, which they did.

While the boy was almost finished with skinning off the doe, he heard a long, agonizing muffled cry of a woman. Of a woman with whom he had promised to live a worthy future. All stained with the doe’s blood, he quickly ran back, only to see a stag in his way, whose horns were again stained with some fresh blood, and a small piece of ripped cloth was waving off them from one end.

A moment, where your thoughts are screaming, but they never make it to your mouth

They both looked at each other, recognizing the bloodstains, dying inside with the regrets of leaving their most beloved beings. They just rushed towards each other, with nothing in their minds, except vengeance. In less than 5 seconds, the stag had a 21-inch knife stabbed in his throat, and the boy’s lungs had got penetrated with the thick horns.

Back in the forest, the puppy wolves finally had some quality food after a long time, which they desired to have since their births. (Yes, the fawns never made it to the bears). There was a complete “hour of anarchy” in the jungle until the Lions took over, and within a week, the jungle had the typical “law of the jungle” like any other jungle.

Our World is pretty much like that one “hour of anarchy” right now. Wars, murders, and killings. The loss of one person, or one community results in the gain of another community, and vice-versa. Despite being one species, the difference of interests, and view have grown so great, that we actually get happy when someone else gets sad. Our happiness and our sadness are relative. The most desirable “win-win” situation is now only limited to a few pages of the books intended to teach strategic planning and management. I believe that the concept of “win-win” situation should be taught as a basic human value since the very early age. Children should be taught that extremism is a bad thing, and we always need to find a middle-way for our problems, so that our benefit doesn’t become a reason for someone else’ loss.

As for the story, the couple just woke up after their wedding night in their home, both amazed by the fact that they saw the same horrible nightmare of getting mauled to death by a hot-headed stag in the jungle, who, by the way, is still the president of the jungle. Cheers!

 

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Love is (not) the answer

“Love is the answer”

Everyone hates you. Literally. Not figuratively, but literally. They’d just love to see you slammed onto the ground all the time. They’d compete you in a race which isn’t even yours. Yes, doesn’t make any sense at all, but you’re the one who is running those races. You lose the race, you get booed. You win it, never-mind, wasn’t yours anyways, so no one gives a damn.

People just love to bite the hands that have fed them. If you hate them, they play the devil. If you love them, they start playing god. Basically, they’d just take on any role except the one which really suits them; being a human.

Maybe love IS the answer, but how do you know that your way of love is the correct way? Is “replying quickly” is love? Is is about buying expensive gifts? Is it about prioritizing someone over everything else? Is it about never letting someone go? Do you think it’s about losing your own self for the other person? For fuck’s sake, it’s not.

It’s more about understanding that why your other one couldn’t reply earlier. It’s about being happy over having the simple things around you. It’s about realizing that you can’t pay your bills through love, and that’s why you usually have to prioritize your meetings over your dates sometimes. You don’t want to leave her because you love her? I believe you should love her enough to let her go whenever she wants to (and don’t cut down yourself with blades after that because your mum still loves you, even tho you don’t love her back). It takes two people to love each other, and if one of them loses him/her self into the other one, it’s not love anymore. It’s slavery.

If I ever come to know how to truly love someone, I’d never do it. Never. Ever.

“Love is not the answer, understanding how to love is”

P.S: Not for ishq-e-haqeeqi maniacs.

The Shepherd Boy and the Wolves (with one c*nt villager extra)

Once upon a time, in a land not-so-far away, there was a village situated on the outskirts of a forest. In the village, there lived a boy Ali, who was a shepherd (because he had a flock of sheep he had to take care of). Ali used to take the the herd of sheep across the fields near the forest where his sheep could have free food.

One day (read: Day 1), while Ali was peacefully sitting under a tree, watching over the herd, an evil villager (read: cunt) decided to have some fun in his own way. He suddenly started crying aloud “Watch out! WOLF! A WOLF! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR (pathetic) LIVES!!!!”. Ali quickly stood up, and tried to scare away the sheep, and started running to save himself. While running, he heard the villager ROFLing the fuck out of him, and Ali figured out that it was a prank (no cameras, tho). Ali seemed to be pissed, but instead of dealing with the villager, he decided to gather his sheep, and walk back to the village.

Day 2: Same Ali, with his same herd, and the same bullshit happened. This time, Ali was serious, because well, you know, he started hating the villager, and even cursed him. He cursed him, and he threw rocks at him. But the villager ran away, with a disgusting, paranoia-causing, wicked laughter on his ass-like face!

Finale: Same Ali, with his same herd, same place, same villager. But today, destiny HAAAADDD to be different. Neither Ali, nor the villager had ANY idea that shit was about to get real (like, Reeaall real). Villager had the same intention to make a prank, but Ali, being a victim of the prank two times already, had a different mindset. This time, Ali had decided not to fall for the prank…

Meanwhile, the wolves probably had a conference or something about the newly discovered mobile food resource (Yes, Ali’s herd of sheep). The wolves had been discussing about the vigilance level of the shepherd.

*insert lots of growls and howls* translated as:
Wolf 1: “Pack leader, we have had reports that the humans are rehearsing how to escape our ambush. We need to devise a solid strategy. They always have an eye on us, and they’ll sound an alarm when they see us”
Wolf 2: “They’ve been lately practicing aiming with rocks. The shepherd boy is a threat.”
Pack leader knew what was going on, as he had heard the stories from his ancestors, of a shepherd who lied to the villagers, but when his ancestors attacked, there was no one to protect the shepherd’s flock. The leader knew that how the humans have caused troubles for each other for centuries, and they find inner peace by teasing and bullying others. This was one of the trait of the humans that even evolution couldn’t deal with. Yes, the treachery, and wickedness.
Pack leader: “We’ll have no resistance. The human won’t run away. Trust me on this one. The alarm is useless”.

So, the wolves came out, and attacked. The villager, now in his wet pants started to scream him lungs out “WATCH OUT! THE WOLVES! THEY’VE COME FOR REAL”, and Ali, who didn’t even look at the other side, told the villager to (as I quote) “Fuck off! Not falling for this.”. But when the sheep started to make noise after a few seconds, Ali looked over, and found out that half of his flock was lying their in their blood, with wolves biting the flesh off their necks. The whole scene was so painful that Ali decided to run away without his sheep. And, now, he was left with nothing.

After-maths: The next evening, Ali went to the villager’s home, greeted him, and had his last words with him “Do you think it was a fucking joke?”, before he slit his throat and handed himself to the village police.

So, THAT, dear readers is how the World is right now. Bad guys have their fun at the expense of innocents losing their peace, property, family, and eventually their patience. And no matter how funny it seems to be at first, but eventually, the results will be negative for both sides (because Karma is real!). Honesty is probably one of the first steps if we want to have our desired World Peace*.

*Terms and Conditions apply.

A Modern Romance Story

Let’s just get out of the typical old-school ways of romance, let’s just stop running around in the valleys, let’s just stop stabbing trees for nothing, let’s just not start singing lullabies while driving @30 mph on a lonely road. It’s a new World (Illuminati alert). Come up with new (ironic) ways to express your love, just like this story…

Kevin (A typical adult douche) have been dying to find the love of his life. He wanted to feel this divine feeling, but he was losing his faith in “the search of true love” with every unmatched right-swipe on his newly installed Tinder app. “THREE goddamn days and I ain’t got even shit!”, he thought to himself. After all, what he was searching for was one of the biggest treasures a person could have. With every sleepless night passing by, the poor lad was losing his strength(s) (And he wasn’t even slightly ashamed of it).

On the other end, another typical adult douche, named Edmonia (good job, parents) found out that some “Kevin” (4.5 miles away) is interested in her. Edmonia, like everyone else, had issues with life (she was adopted, and her “parents” had told her this and she decided not to live with them anymore). A high-school dropout, who wanted to practice witchcraft, but ended up as a waitress because she couldn’t get her Hogwarts letter in the Sunday mail. For some real strange reason (most probably a failed summoning), she decided to spend rest of her life as an anti-social emo girl. But when she found out, that despite of her highly resisting outlook, some Kevin was interested in her (Btw, Kevin literally had right-swiped EVERY possible person he could find on Tinder, which includes a fake Vampire, Gothic twins, Pokemon fans, A Jesus’ cosplay, and a 58 YO trans from Thailand), she felt like gathering herself from the very scratch. For the first time in years, she had this really strange thought of putting on some makeup, and actually meeting someone with a positive vibe.

As soon as Kevin realized that he got matched, he instantly wanted to express his feelings. It was for the first time he regained his lost faith (and some strength) in true love, and he simply could NOT wait any longer to text “Yo, babe!”. After expressing his love to Edmonia, he waited for next 10 minutes, staring at the screen, before he got a “hey, let’s get crazy”. This! This was the moment when a whole new level of true love was born. It was different, it was new, it was unique, it was gross AF!

So it was decided. Both were destined to “meet and… eat”. 7 PM, some cafe of her choice. So, the big moment came. It was “almost” 7:20 PM, and Kevin was just ready to dress up for the said “big moment”. He just had his father’s looks in those red jeans, checked shirt, with his lucky Kansas City Royals’ baseball cap (which he probably picked up from the stadium 10 years ago after an angry fan threw it away after their 106th loss).

On the other side, Edmonia couldn’t find a proper dress for her special night. After giving a considerable thought, she made it sure that she wears THE most sluttiest thing in her wardrobe (Despite of being the author, I’m still no one to judge, btw). 7:40 PM, and now she was totally ready to leave for her not-so long awaited date.

Kevin, being a good (and desperate) guy, reached the place 5 minutes earlier than Edmonia. And when he saw her entering the cafe, he KNEW that she’s THE ONE! He had a good understanding of how his luck worked, and this always helped him in getting into the worst kind of trouble in life. He raised his hand, and after realizing that his gesture was totally ignored, he went up to her to accompany her to the table. Now that’s really gentlemanly.

“Hey, you’re finally here. I thought you were gone. I’m sorry for being late”, told Kevin. He was just being super-honest.
“No problem, dude! I kinda left, but then I had this feeling that I should go back”, Edmonia fully took the advantage of the situation.

(*Insert a lot of censored bullshit in here*)

Since now she had disclosed her little secrets to him, like how life had been, how her parents hid all those Hogwarts letter from her, and how desperately she was waiting for a white wizard to hand over some magical ring to her, Kevin knew instantly what she wanted in life. Yes! They both had the same wish, which was going to be fulfilled really soon. When she realized that finally, there was someone who could understand her, she had these big tears in her eyes. She tried to hold them back, pretending to look strong, but she eventually lost to her long held emotions.

Kevin wiped away her tears, and accidentally her eyebrows too (How the fuck does she cry, for the tears to be all up in her eyebrows?). He took her to his place, and both ended up in his wardrobe to continue “their journey towards Narnia”.

Things I do for love

-Courage the Cowardly Dog
-Jamie Lannister

“Geeks”

P.S: Yes, I WAS probably on some serious drugs while writing this. Thank you!

“…somewhere right after where our jaws end”

First things first, if you’re going to read through all of this (please stop right here if you’re not in a good/happy mood), let me inform you that this will get pretty boring at some places. So, just in case you feel like you want to stop reading this, you have my permission to leave the page, or close the browser, or jump off a cliff, or do whatever you can to stop reading this. Secondly, there’s quite a chance that you might be a beautiful person reading this. (And btw, I don’t mind if you’re ugly, because you’re the reason rest of the World looks so beautiful. So, cheer up!)

This new mechanized World is something that NO ONE could’ve ever imagined 50 years back. Technology has made every possible effort to reduce the differences. The communities have come closer, people have the the power to share their thoughts literally thousands of miles away in a few clicks (just what I’m doing right now). You can have a lot of friends on Facebook, you can have a lot of followers on Twitter, you can always stay connected through Whatsapp. All in all, the distances have been reduced as little as an arm’s length. The World is so different from what it was about 50 years back (Tho I’m still not sure about that, because I’ve been here no longer than 22 years, and a few days).

But the real questions, Are we actually connected? Have the words not lost their true essence? Does being a “friend” means the same as it was 50 years back? Does “following” someone still has the same emotions as it had 50 years back? (Does playing with a “pussy (cat)” is the same thing it used to be back then?) How come these words have lost their true meanings? We can type a big “LOL” (notice the caps on), and we’ll still have that stiff, expressionless face of a dead person. All those emoticons mean nothing to us. We literally have at least ONE emoticon for EVERY imaginable emotion (Yes, there is one even for the expression when you can’t decide if you wan to be happy, or sad, or both, about something, and Whatsapp also offers you to choose the skin color if you’re offended by some kind of racism). We actually use them, all of them; smiling, laughing, crying, kissing, and God knows what else! But, do we actually laugh, or cry when we send them? We’ve forgot how to express out true emotions. We’ve forgot how to smile in a genuine way. Yes, we’ve become experts in putting on the masks, and can come up with the the most genuine looking, photogenic, mechanical smiles. The original smiles used to start with the heart (technically not), and ended up on the faces. These new smiles start somewhere right after where our jaws end, and hardly reach the faces (think of the most corrupt politician you know about, and imagine him/her smiling if you want to visualize what I’m trying to write in here).

I’m not saying that all this technology, all this interconnection, all this socializing is a bad thing, but as per the human nature (Especially talking about the millennials), all this seems to have backfired, and backfired really hard. And congratulations, if you’re still reading this. Reading this much of a thing requires a lot of patience, so, you definitely seem like a calm, and kind person (or probably you need to get a life). And *brofist* if you actually find the place(s) where I used “the the” in a sentence.

*signs-off, fades away*

P.S: Now I’ll randomly select ONE phrase from this post to be the title. If it felt like the post had no focus (which it actually didn’t have), that’s because I wrote it first, and THEN chose a topic for it.

Tear from her wrinkled eye

Evening’s knock on the door was the favorite delight for her ears, since the never ending day felt like eternities. Every moment without him would make her desire more and more of him.

Every tick on his workplace’s clock felt like a whip, as he was separated from the charm of his life. They both were like an ornament, incomplete without each other; meaningless without each other.

Both tired by the limitless wait of seeing each other, their one hug would be the remedy of every pain they had; pain of losing everything, pain of surviving on the horizon of the society. When you have spent a lot of time in agony, your heart becomes saturated with it. It’s a phase where no other suffering can hurt you, but only a blink of happiness creates a sparkle in your eyes, and you smile in the brightest way possible.

They only had each other, both of them were that blink of happiness for each other. They would smile at each other, they would dance in their small cottage, they would laugh together, they would sing for each other, and then they would cry together. The thought of all this going to end was so overwhelming, that no comfort in the World could quieten their melancholic hearts. Then they would mourn together, and they would comfort each other. This cycle of emotions would go on throughout night.

While she was trying to collect the scattered fragments of those beautiful memories, she realized that thirty years had been passed since she last heard the evening’s knock. She was losing those memories, and there was nothing she could do about it. She would subconsciously pray that no more memories may fall into the abyss of time. No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, eventually fell the tear from her wrinkled eye.

Women across the border

I was supposed to talk about the women on our side of the border, but I believe, that both the nations are like mirrors when it comes to the life of an Indo-Pakistani “Woman”. So, discussing your conditions would simply relate to ours as well, and vice-versa. There is a huge….really really huge difference between the status of a Woman shown on media, and her real status in the society. Those actresses, politicians, anchors, celebrities, wearing silk clothes, and desperately promoting themselves to become a symbol of high hopes….they do not even promote 0.1% of the Women of this region. What I believe is, that women in this region are like a candle, which is being burnt from both the ends. From one side, they are under the influence of male-dominance, and secondly, the society has adopted the mentality that a woman has no ability of stand up on her own feet. The reality is, that everyone is to be blamed equally for such condition of women.
I’ll highlight the the condition of the majority. Whenever a farmer commits suicide, it is her widowed wife who has to
spend her whole life in agony, fearing that how will her children raise without their father around them. Whenever a
soldier dies on border, it is a woman who loses a father, a brother, a son. I feel like I’m being forced to say things related to wars, killings, and violence. Maybe the reason is, that our nations had no peaceful history from their births. I wish, with the core of my heart, that one day, I may tell the World what real peace is, and use our friendship as the bright example.
We know that a Kashmiri shawl will look as good on an Indian woman, as the Rajistani Jewellery would look on a Pakistani woman. Every Indian woman would like to have clay pot that is “Made in Gujrat”, and every Pakistani woman wold love to wear that Banarasi Silk Saree. Every Indian woman would love to wear Hyderabadi bangles, and every Pakistani woman would be amused to to have Sanganeri bed-sheets on her bed. That’s what women are.