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2015

The calamity that was 2013… The resurgence that was 2014… I have always been a firm believer of whatever happens, nature has very strong reasons behind it and it pays you back at a designated time for it. 2015 in almost every other moment, made that belief stronger and stronger.

It began with the resurgent effects of 2014 still in place, but they had been overtaken by a ray of hope and happiness in the form of a person. For me, there was something strange from the moment we started interacting and it got stronger day by day, putting a stamp on it when I was about to fly for Dubai. For all the emotional desires that had been mentioned in many previous posts, they were getting fulfilled. Again, there’s a time for everything.

It was a really happening year. Travels, injuries, personal development, friendships, losses, cruel realisations, reunions, almost everything. I traveled more than I had in the entire 24 years of my life. Dubai at the beginning of the year. Those 3 days were nothing more than exceptional. I discovered what real partying is. Danced my heart/mind/ass/everything out without thinking about anyone’s judgement on my graduation night.

In August, set out on a journey to the north of Pakistan. I wanted to write a travel diary too but this block had me. I am still not getting the same feels I used to have while writing. This is turning into one boring post I know. Anyway, the travel was all sorts of awesomeness. The journey through the mountains, I’m not going to forget it.

Another year, another injury. Spent at least couple of months on bed, resulting in a much more increased belly size. Moved out of the place I had come as a 6 month old. All the friends and foes were left there. Now here I am at this new place, a corporate slave who leaves home at 10, comes back at 10 (if early). No “mohalla” life that I used to have.

The crux of it all, the passed year, revolves around that someone mentioned above. As we interacted more and more, the fights and arguments grew. I had started to write again. Now if I go back to those posts of the last year, I am astonished that I was the one who wrote them. Such has been the influence. The influence has not been limited to writing only. It has gotten to me as a person. I am no longer the pervert or careless persona I had adopted. I am getting back to what I was. This is all because of the respect I have for that person. I was told I am worth breaking rules for. Let me tell you that you are worth breaching airport security protocols for!

Here’s to much more positivity in this new year. So much more to achieve in life and if we keep thinking about what has happened before, we will never muster enough courage to look forward and put all that behind us. There are cruel realities attached to us but life goes on. It doesn’t stop there. It screams at you to use that cruelty as a motivating factor and show that cruelty that you won’t be taken down that easily. Try to cherish and enjoy each and every moment life has to offer because the day you will be lying on that bed, full of wrinkles and thinking about all the life you had passed, you should keep smiling of all the memories that you have created, rather than regretting for not doing something you had dearly wanted. Smile. It is nature’s bestest gift to you.

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Posted by on January 15, 2016 in Random

 

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Adios, Misbah ul Haq

I don’t know where to begin from. I’m a little broken, saddened by the thought that who will I look forward to, to have a belief that everything will be alright, when the next time Pakistani batting line will self destruct. This is as much sinking as when Sir Alex decided to call it the day. Some thing broke inside me that day and something else has shattered inside today too.

At first, I would like to raise my hand and apologise for being a typical Afridiot when Misbah was appointed the captain and questioned his defensive approach. I thought Misbah’s approach had affected the whole team and most importantly, Shehzad, who was apparently an aggressive batsman when he became a part of this team.

Your achievements speak for yourself, Sir. Asia Cup after 14 years, beating the hell out of India in India, being the first Asian team to beat South Africa in South Africa and all the victories that have contributed to you being the most successful Pakistani captain.

I have never seen a much more calm and humble yet resilient man ever. You are the epitome of awesomeness. Despite being a 40 year old man, you have shown all these *youngsters* what fitness is. I don’t recall any instance when you missed out a match due to an injury.

Your attitude on and off the field should be used as a role model by the kids. Your dedication to this sport is unmatched. Even though you were out there blocking every thing thrown your way to stabilize the team, then that random Misbah six came outta nowhere. High back lift, standing tall and way it goes over the long on boundary. It was never a slog, unlike other powerful hitters. It will be missed. Dearly missed.

You leave the shorter format of the game as the most successful Pakistani captain. You have been snubbed from the shortest format where you were the only one (as always) standing tall for us in the final. Here’s a request for you. Please, please stay around for much more time and make us the best test side in the world.

We disrespected you for the person who’d wake up after you have carried us for 10 matches and then play an inning. We criticised you for every thing you did. You embraced it all and answered it with your actions. You deserved a better farewell than this. You deserved a guard of honour. We are again sorry for not respecting your achievements. These following words is our little tribute to you.

Thank you for carrying this team on your back for four years ♥

Thank you for carrying this team on your back for four years ♥

 
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Posted by on March 21, 2015 in Cricket

 

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Day 22

Selfie while moving. Coloured version is too ugly.

Selfie while moving. Coloured version is too ugly.

 
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Posted by on February 22, 2014 in Pakistani Feb Photo Challenge.

 

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Day 21. Architecture.

Some 40 odd years old transformer room.

Some 40 odd years old transformer room.

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2014 in Random

 

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Day 20.

Itsy bitsy.

Itsy bitsy.

 
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Posted by on February 20, 2014 in Pakistani Feb Photo Challenge.

 

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Day 19. Your workplace.

Workplace. Eatplace. Study place. Everything.

Workplace. Eatplace. Study place. Everything.

 
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Posted by on February 19, 2014 in Pakistani Feb Photo Challenge.

 

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Day 18. Looking down.

Looking down

Looking down

Pittoo

Pittoo

 
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Posted by on February 18, 2014 in Pakistani Feb Photo Challenge.

 

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