Main Sadiyoon Sey...

Main sadiyoon sey sitaron main bhatak raha tha
Tanhai ki aag main akela hi sulagh raha tha
Beetay waqt key samunder mai aaj phir
meri ankhon sey aik fasana chalak raha tha

Jab ek nazar nazar sey ashna hue
aik awaz jab dil sey rooshanas hue
kinara mila uss talaash ko yun laga
manzil wo mili, thi barson se jo khoye hue

Magar saraab tha sab, sach kuch na tha
Rooh to thi par, jism sey uss ka nata na tha
Khawab jald hi woh toot gaya
Woh lams hamesha key liye wafa na tha

Har kahaani adhoori reh gaye
Har dastaan ajnabi reh gaye
Bahut kuch guzar gaya uss rait mai
Bus chand dhundli yaadein reh gaye

Mai phir Sadiyoon tak sitaron main bhatakta raha
Yaadon ki sooli pe akela hi latakta raha
Dasht-o-Sehra paar kiye aik talaash mai
Pahaar-o-dariya sab main khojta raha

V for Vendetta

Some days ago I saw this movie. I actually liked it. Here are some of its interesting dialogues.

- Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

- Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security, the familiar, the tranquility, repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the annunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance, and depression. And where once you had the freedom to object, think, and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillence coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myraid of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

- Her compassion,her hope,her faith given to someone she doesnt know, through a little toilet paper!..and even dough she knows death is certain..she hopes someone will survive trough it! to save the world she once loved!If people could be a little bit like it,..caring about each other,not mattering who or what they are...we would reach harmony!

- Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici

By the power of truth, I,while living, have conquered the Universe.

I, Me, Myself

Just another post about the person I am.

I have Abstract thoughts. I am a person who absorbs a lot from his environment. The people around me; the situations around me, influence me and mold me. I have split personalities. One side of me is somewhat reserved and doesn’t open up much with people. This part is socially shy and feels uncomfortable in public comprising of strangers. Whereas the second part contrasts deeply with the first one. It makes me extrovert and endlessly exuberant. It all depends on the company I am having. This makes me weird but I am born with it, cant help. I love to read people and am a silent observer of people and situations. You can say I am a bit abnormal person in this so-called normal world. I mostly like to be contained in myself and always prefer to achieve or do things on my own. I am honest and controversial in my thoughts which are hardly appreciated by others therefore I just keep them to myself. I am a very optimistic person. If I couldn’t get something I wanted, I would not lose hope. I would regard it as something, which might not be any worth to me at the moment, and if it is of any worth to me, I will find it later in my life. This makes me a believer of destiny. Now it all depends which route we take; the longer one or the shorter one. I am bit weak ethically and morally, even though I try hard to be best in my ethics and moral beliefs, but a certain quotient of deficiency is always left, which always makes me feel guilty at the end. My brain and heart both are quite strong enough to make decisions. In most of the people, either of them have the caliber of making a decision but in my case I have both to do the honors. The tragedy is nearly every time, they both decide in opposite direction to that of each other, which confuses me and sometimes I end up with a wrong decision and regret is what I meet up with afterwards. I am a freedom lover and am rebellious when restricted. I don’t like myself to get bind with one situation or with one place or with one person for a longer period of time. I like to discover myself periodically and want to experience new things in life and to learn new things in life.

Friendship

I might not be the friend who is willing to give his life for his friend. But I am quite honest in my friendship. I would certainly love to listen my friends and I always try to give honest advices to them. I can help them in any possible way, which I can. For me if you are my friend then you are my friend for lifetime. I like my friends to be part of my life forever.

Career

I have been confused all those years for what I wanted to be. Either to be a doctor or an artist or an astronaut or an engineer or a chartered accountant or a scientist or a CSS officer or a teacher or a computer engineer; I was never sure what I want to be. But still I don’t have any regrets. I have been in a good shape of my career right now with good bucks. In Pakistan, earning good bucks matter, what work you do, doesn’t. But the best thing is that you work what you wanted to do and earn good bucks with it; but it hardly happens. Money corrupts our minds and interests and career. Anyhow I have some dreams regarding my career and I am quite passionate about them. But that thing will take time but I know, that’s what for which I am born for and ultimately I will land up there soon InshAllah.