I have become a certified procrastinator, a lazy 'mulla', a sort of theoretical physicist who just sits and think, a replica of Faiz who can't even lift his bulk of fat to drink water, except when he needs to excrete it. Well, besides the thinking faculty,I'm all of the above
My finals are due in three days, Quetta's dripping in blood, GT road's the stage of all the drama of Long march, Indian soldiers are being beheaded in LOC(or is it an accusation?), while I'm playing FIFA 12 and not studying.
This time, why do I feel something is actually happening? Maybe because I'm sitting in the capital right now and am a direct affectee of the March. But maybe because it has been too much, maybe because I'm fed up with my corruption, and the people are fed up from their lives, from the daily dose of reality, of not being good, and helpful, and honest. Maybe because 'now' we need to change, in this elusive, foggy 'now' that never seems to come. I guess there is a parallel between the personal and the collective. The society reflects my inner scenario, knowledge, emotions. I am all, and all is I, really?
Anyways, I've become, to a certain degree, used to, insensitive to, these 'events';these bombings, these killings, these corruptions, are nothing to me unless they strike me, or my family or a friend. Listen to Bakht Arif's "Zombie". Above all, I must admit I'm fighting the satanic impulse, somebody's wishing in my head that these Long March vacations be extended.
God have mercy on such 'waila' me.
My finals are due in three days, Quetta's dripping in blood, GT road's the stage of all the drama of Long march, Indian soldiers are being beheaded in LOC(or is it an accusation?), while I'm playing FIFA 12 and not studying.
This time, why do I feel something is actually happening? Maybe because I'm sitting in the capital right now and am a direct affectee of the March. But maybe because it has been too much, maybe because I'm fed up with my corruption, and the people are fed up from their lives, from the daily dose of reality, of not being good, and helpful, and honest. Maybe because 'now' we need to change, in this elusive, foggy 'now' that never seems to come. I guess there is a parallel between the personal and the collective. The society reflects my inner scenario, knowledge, emotions. I am all, and all is I, really?
Anyways, I've become, to a certain degree, used to, insensitive to, these 'events';these bombings, these killings, these corruptions, are nothing to me unless they strike me, or my family or a friend. Listen to Bakht Arif's "Zombie". Above all, I must admit I'm fighting the satanic impulse, somebody's wishing in my head that these Long March vacations be extended.
God have mercy on such 'waila' me.
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