Pages From My Diary

 Happiness is visiting Karachi Happiness is a cake baked with brown sugar tasting just perfect Happiness is your mother's shoes fitting you at age ten Happiness is filling up her shoes  Happiness is your naughty brothers telling you that they actually like you Happiness is receiving a comment on your blog Happiness is meeting your friends after a long time Happiness is and will be because it has a role in our creation

 Sadness is your friends visiting Karachi while you're stuck in Islamabad Sadness is leaving for Karachi the very next day your friends return Sadness is hearing your beloved city being trolled for its crime-rate Sadness is not being able to bake a cake because there are no eggs Sadness is running out of paint in the midst of an artwork Sadness is all your novels read before your next visit to the library Sadness is and will be because its a part of this world and our lives  

 Teenage is said to be the best experience of life, yet also worse. It's the time one has stepped out of childhood and is on the threshold of adulthood. the decisions taken in this life strongly impact our career and future life. But all the same, teenagers also suffer the most from emotional stress and peer pressure. It's very likely for a teenager to choose whatever the group chooses to be labeled as "cool" by his peers, without considering what it might lead to. Many also suffer from bullying by others who are also suffering from the same stress and pressure and release it on their agemates. It also leads to smoking, an overdose of drugs, staying up all night, and many other unhealthy habits that develop even more stress. Other than bullying and peer pressure, teenagers also suffer from a communication gap between parents and teenagers, as teenagers are often misunderstood by their parents because of their rage and mood swings that often erupt. They also want to pr...

 Shama was walking to and fro on her verandah anxiously, every now and then, she would poke her head outside the door, and look intently to the west, as if eagerly waiting for someone. "Leave it Shama, it won't be coming", said her husband. "No, I'm sure it will", she replied biting her lower lip, "Oh! look, he's here", she squealed in excitement as the postman appeared at the west corner of the village. "He comes here nearly every day, but never delivers at our door" groaned her husband taking a sip from his teacup. The postman came up in their lane. Shama stood eagerly in her doorway, waiting for the postman to reach their house, finally, a minute later, the postman reached their door, shuffled between the letters in his hands, and then passed forward, soaking down all of Shama's hopes. She stared at the postman as he went on delivering letters. She withdrew herself from the door reluctantly. "I told you, he would be dilute...

 He had his nose pressed against the glass door of the bakery, peering at the colorful and tasty-looking pastries, the glazy brownies, the sugar-coated biscuits, and all of the items at the bakery, just the sight of them made his mouth water, "How lucky are the ones who can afford all these things, I wish I too could pamper my taste buds with all these varieties" he thought. "Oy you, get lost", the guard yelled at him, and he instantly ran away. He was passing by a school building, looking at the students enviously, as they passed him in a hurry, bumping into him every other minute and uttering a low sorry, the one he could barely hear. "I wish I too could go to school, were those uniforms with the schoolbag, how proud then I would feel, and how honorable it would be for me to have the label of "Student", and be eyed as someone respectful", he thought, "Can't you please stand a little by the side, you've left no space to walk by...

 Silence is something one craves in this noisy, crowded world. Sounds start filing in even before the crack of dawn. The sound of Azaan, the chirping of birds, followed by the cocks of roosters. As the sun rises, these voices also rise, but unfortunately in today's modern world, they don't terminate as the sun goes down, instead, they build up even more after the dark as people step out for night-outs, long drives, window shopping, and much other time wasting activities. Ever enter a food street in Karachi at two in the morning, the crowd is at its peak, and so is the racket. There's a cacophony of noise and hustle and bustle, people shouting, laughing, waiters shouting at their associates for some reason or other, vehicles rumbling by, honking. But is this sound necessary? definitely not. We also need some silence in life to calm down, think clearly, reflect, and many other spiritual activities to pursue. But how can silence be achieved, when we have a share in producing a...

 Cold night wind swept through his curly black hair, his fingers clutching the handles, were all numb, and the sound of wind whistling in his ears was drowned by the honking and rumble of traffic. Glancing at his wristwatch for an umpteenth time, he increased his speed, weaving his way through the traffic, and pulling up on the footpaths occasionally for shortcuts to arrive in time. He increased his speed at the full as he saw the signal turn yellow, to cross it before it went red, and narrowly whizzing past a car, he skidded to a halt at the edge line of the signal. The car he had nearly bumped into, pulled up beside him, and a middle-aged man stepped out of it. He wouldn't have paid him much attention until he came up to him, and started yelling, "Don't you know how to ride a bike?", ''What's wrong sir?" asked Harris, startled, "Now, I'll tell you what's wrong, ha". The signal had turned green, and the cars began honking to let the...