Mirror

A tiny story of how people ignore their own shortcomings.

“Paras” By Rukhsana Nigar Adnan

My review of Rukhsana Nigar Adnan’s “Paras”

Favorite Quote #2

“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.” ― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations  

Favorite Quote #1

“A writer picks a pen when his sensibilities are hurt.” Manto to a court judge. How concise and apt!

Bulbulay

My review of Pakistani TV drama “Bulbulay”

Besharam

My review of Pakistani TV drama “Besharam”

Urdu Book Genres

Books have two genres – fiction and literature. I don’t really care about that. I just want to read. Fiction (as well as literature to a certain extent) can be further categorized. Typically, the Urdu magazines that are published are distinguished by the genre of stories that are included, and thereby the audience that it…

My Earliest memories of books

I’ve been reading Urdu books since I was 4. I read kid’s books and magazines. Bachchon ka Mahnama Umang, Noor, Hilaal, and Butool. Our household was subscribed to Umang and Noor. As soon as the newspaper boy would deliver the magazine, I would devour the magazines until every single line is read, and re-read, and sometimes even remembered, and…

Book Review: “Namal” by Nemrah Ahmed

‘Namal’ is undoubtedly one of the most difficult book to review and comment. Actually pretty difficult and heavy to read too, if you’re trying to do it one sitting. I finished all 30 episodes / parts during an overnight journey to my native place. It killed me. I went at it like I used to…

Suffocated

Can’t say what I want to say. Can’t do what I want to do. Can’t breathe. Can’t fall asleep. Can’t keep awake. Hate this hanging state. All of these unexpressed emotions are eatin me alive. I feel a blockage in my ear, and sinus, and head, and mind. Despite all my efforts, I’m not able…

Confused Weather

It is November, folks. November is about sweaters, and shawls, and blankets, and hats, and socks. November is about mug-fuls of tea, and coffee, and hot chocolate. This November is not sweet, it’s confused, and confusing. The temperature started to drop a bit since first week of October. It sort of remained constant for first…

Date night

A cold November evening I was asked out for dinner It was not the first time Felt special, how does it differ? It ain’t about food ’bout spending quality time together The food was nice The ambience was romantic So was my companion With personality so charismatic   Ah how good times fly by. It has…

Human honkers

In this city, one cannot drive without honking. This is not a metro city. It is one of IT hubs in country. It attracts a lot of new and lateral talent, intra-state as well as inter-state. That means there is an ever-increasing stream of people who now call this place home. Some choose to buy…

An epiphany

Yesterday, my sister cooked a winter special leafy vegetable. I did NOT like it, it was bland. It was bland to the point that it enraged me. How can something taste so plain? It was bland to the point that it was not edible. I blamed her recipe / preparation. It was only chopped leafs…

A week in hell

The beginning: It starts on a Friday morning. I had one of those special nights when I just can’t sleep. I fell asleep when dawn was nearing. I slept through both the alarms and woke up by the call from transportation coordinator. He was asking me if I would be taking the second pickup. Got…

A new species

These days, I frequently observe in youngsters and elders alike, that everybody has become a show-off. Everything they wear, and everything they do is to seek attention, to try to impress. I wait for my office pick-up near a bus stop. I am punctual, and the bus is generally not (thanks to the traffic). It…

Is the Universe conspiring against me?

I’m nobody. But that doesn’t stop my mind from wandering and imagining things. A little bit of schizophrenia there. to make it worse, if there are things happening repeatedly which are not so desirable and not so frequent otherwise, I inadvertently think about a conspiracy. Of late, our team is asked to do on-call support,…

Life is Temporary

    Tears are temporary, so is laughter Failure is temporary, so is success Dark is temporary, as is brightness Pain is temporary, so is happiness “Life is temporary”. Nothing reminds me of this fact more than the sunset. The sun, in all its glory is a great indication of power. It is one tiny…