My 74th Post: A Run Towards The Beach

All might be wondering that the weather is hot and I want to cool of my body...but the ones who are aware about my location and the climate around me would just be assuring that I have finally lost it....it is not about the weather or about the cool breeze, I just want to head out for the beach...
At times in life, you need to cool off and there is no way to do it because you seem to get trapped in the mist of your thoughts and worries...you just desire to set free from everything and wonder off from your place to a place which might get you the illusion of heaven on this planet...for me, I guess that place would be a beach...a simple and peaceful environment, having the aroma of freedom....
One can't run away from his/her worries and to let them in the brain all alone without any one to share them with, is just a way to suicide...well not literally but still, that ain't good....so the beach drops in at that point....the cool breeze and the blue color of the water, kinda takes the load off one's head...it's relaxing and care free...
All alone, standing upon the sand and taking small steps around the shore till one reaches an end under the shine of the moon light, is something everyone needs once in a while...at this hour of the night, the sea would be calm as if it were there just to hear me speak and would stay silent or whisper once in a while to tell that it is there listening and enjoying the talk....after a while, I would locate a perfect spot which would have the view of the moon directly shining over the sooth waves...would lay down for a while with my upper body resting upon my elbows so that I can keep glazing over the sea....a time would come when my elbows would require some rest, would grab my hands behind my head and would look towards the sky while laying completely straight on the cold sand....at that point, would wonder off in the play of the twinkling stars...imagine, what a perfect and beautiful journey would that be....
Well, that would be my run towards the beach and my sight of heaven...everybody has their own likes and this is what I would prefer to give my mind a rest from the ciaos created in this life....
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My 36th Post: 14th August 1947

65 years back, on 14th August 1947, an infant stepped into this world....it was separated from its mother by the people saying that the mother wouldn't survive longer if she kept it in.....since then it parted its ways from the mother and never turned back.....that child grew up, providing shelter to many and giving them a reason to live....today that child turns 65, today Pakistan gets a year older....
Pakistan, a nation separated from Hindustan after the sacrifices of many great leaders and followers....it was always seen as a nation of pride and honor by its creator, Muhammad Ali Jinnah, who died the night Pakistan was crowned its name.....the infant separated from its mother and then in the same night, lost its soul bearer.....people saw a hope for it to survive easily but the spell caster left the people dreaming....it again needed a leader for its nourishment but till this day, none have proven to be in Jinnah's seat....
I have read many histories defining the birth of this nation....each and every nation talks differently....all stand in the favour of their nation's hero and tell about other's mischeieves.....but  well that was history and no matter what it was, it is not possible to live in it again....all that matters is that things have changed and the future needs a proper base in order to stand firm....

Though I am a citizen of this country, I would still accept the truth that it is not what it was supposed to be.....there is nothing really worth living for here....I mean alright it has our roots and everything and still there are historic places and some good qualities but they aren't enough to keep on living....for a person to live a successful life, the basic need is of honesty and a hardworking environment and these things are really tough to locate these days....rarely someone is honest in their work or their relations.....nothing goes on properly....everything is a mess....there is a limit to corruption but here, even the sky ain't the limit....people are getting rich day by day but how, that is the main question....how come a normal man who is not even capable to earn for himself, holds enough balance to buy a car worth some lacs and live in a lavishly furnished house in one of the top most societies of his area? is that even possible without having any business background or bagging some lottery? well my brain says no cause I have seen people working hard....they earn but mostly they earn respect and their bank accounts and all are just averagely filled.....
The jump in corruption in the recent decade, have led a rise to theft, kidnappings and crimes beyond the ideology of man.....prices have rose, people are starving....when people turn into animals, they start doing what is wrong in order to fill the stomach of the one's they love....they don't care about killing a person just for few thousands....
This wasn't how Quaid saw Pakistan to be...this wasn't what he fought for....there is nothing which would have pleased him if he were here....this isn't the Pakistan we deserve....we deserve a better nation, a better living....this isn't how things should turn.....we surely got a win over many who went against us but even 65 years later, I can't proudly say that we are independent....this isn't independence if we are still controlled by the same rulers just under a different name....
Its sad to see something rust like this specially when that something is yours to cherish.....I hope and pray to Allah that we stand back on our feet with the aim of a new and a better nation for us and our later generations...a day would surely come when this nation's flay would rise in every country in respect....a day when each and everyone in this world would speak good of this nation....a day when each Pakistani would be proud of his nationality....That day I would proudly say that we are independent....


PAKISTAN ZINDABAD (long live Pakistan)

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My 22nd Post: Night Tournaments

I love sports and my game is football...that is my love....when ever and where ever I get a chance to play, I rarely miss it....its intoxicating for me....I just can't take my mind off it....even at times just to relax, I start juggling the ball, no worries if the clock strikes 2 for the night....The time I reach the field, I just want to conquer it all....the feeling to be on it is indescribable...that ain't only for me....the same would be in the heart of any true player of any sport....
Setting up matches and playing as a team is a lot of fun...mostly the matches are during the day lights under the stroke of the sun....the heat becomes harsh but the players bare it for the love of the game....the reason for evening matches is that the days are busy....everyone has to wake up early in order to attain their jobs or schools....so having no option in hand, they accept the torment of sun....

This month,Ramadan, in Pakistan, the players rarely sleep....the days are calm cause it is tough to suffer the load of the game in a fast....and the game must go on so at night, the streets are closed....the street lights brighten every single path that follows....as the traffic soothes down, players rule the streets which were once the territory of the cars....every single street here is covered by people...some are just the audience and others are among the rising stars of tomorrow.....
The night tournaments officially begin...one ends and the other starts....the streets go wild and it is just like some crowded stadium where people arrive from parts of the world....though it isn't on such a high level, but still the excitement and the enthusiasm is of the hook....on a same street, there would be a match of football going on and the other side you would see cricketers gathering in.....the sight is mesmerizing.....every player feels like a star while viewing the audience...it is just like a dream come true for a while...
I guess this all is cause of the sight of the moon....something crazy happens when the moon rises....as wolves start howling; players start craving for the tournaments.....there is an extra boost in the game at night....the confidence level due to some reason rises and it feels compulsory to be out on the field....
As I said, it is impossible to describe....no matter how much I try, still the edge remains rough....
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