It has been more than a decade since I started this blog. What began as satire, with the combination of real-life experiences, soon became dull and outdated. In many ways things have become bad to worse but at the same time, what I consider the beauty of life, there were things that got better. Nevertheless, in the last couple of years the men and women, likes of me, have left the land of the pure, and found better prospects, in different parts of the world.
For I at times look within and what is outside, and then look within, and what was outside. for it seems there is nothing much to adhere to, but to feel the spirits of the Saints. To imbibe the culmination of this worldly poison and at the same time cure it with patience. I have become bound to this land, where the connection to the city of Saints, forever, connecting me to spiritual upheaval.
Finding myself in a career which depends on drug expertise, I see a metaphorical culmination and a hypothetical illumination, of this certain predicament of my life and probably the life of every other single middle-aged millennial. The feeling of being on a ventilator with this slowing heart rate knowing that life is slipping out of your hand with the number of other end organ failures, some imminent, some in full bloom. And then, you have to decide, when there is not enough blood to flow through your veins and your heart starts to race on and go into a drive, to phantom enough pressure to throw that blood to all corners of your body tissues. Voila! It starts to fail, and you wonder whether to slow it down a notch or just try to dilate those distant veins. For the choice that you make, it is dependent and adherent to the choices based on your values and principles and laws.
Indulgence my friend is a privilege, and there aren't many who handle it, to the best of their ability. Similarly, with so much pressure to face for the last couple of decades, not knowing when it is going to end, you just wonder whether you need to slow down your mind that keeps racing every day, every hour, every minute, every second, of your life. That you want to dim down the noise around you so that you can focus on something, something that is more important in terms of your values, your priorities and most of all your survival, for this world and the next, hinges on. But when that happens you have no guarantee that things will get better in view of what you make as a choice.
Every step has a consequence, no matter what you do, you must bear that in mind. The only ease, that seems like redemption is, either on a ventilator or de facto, there are at times the interventions of Higher Force that lead to the shore. And the shore can be anything, my friend.
To err is humarn.
p.s. Hamesha Dair Kar Deta Hoon Main,
Har Kaam Karnay May,
Zaroori Baat Kehne Ho,
Koi Wada Nibhana Ho,
Usay Aawaz Deni Ho,
Usay Wapis Bulana Ho,
Hamesha Dair Kar Deta Hoon Main,
Madad Karni Ho,
Us Kee Yaar Ke Dhaarus Bundhana Ho,
Bohat Dayreena Rustoo Par,
Kisee Se Milne Jaanaa Ho,
Hamesha Dair Kar Deta Hoon Main,
Budaltay Mausmo Ke Sair May,
Dil Ko Lagana Ho,
Kisee Ko Yaad Rakhna Ho,
Kisee Ko Bhool Jana Ho,
Hamesha Dair Kar Deta Hoon Main,
Kisee Ko Maut Se Pehlay,
Kisee Ghum Se Buchana Ho,
Haqeeqat Aur Thi,
Kuch Us Ko Jaa Kay Yah Batana Ho,
Hamesha Dair Kar Deta Hoon Main,
Har Kaam Karnay May
- Munir Niazi
