My 129th Post: Nightlife in Hyderabad

The city of dead, is not how one would describe the nights here in Hyderabad....during the day the streets are crowed and are filled with different stories floating around but as night hits this city, things quite down a bit and the moods shift from rock genre to blues....as the sun sets down, Hyderabad changes its views and moods....the focus shifts from chaotic markets of daily supplies and other colorless accessories to the markets of color and attraction....the attention is diverted towards the world of shopping and cuisine as our office class offer their time to their families after a day’s hard work....the city glisters w

ith lights everywhere, a view which might take the beat away from a throbbing heart....a wedding celebrated at Mehmood Garden, to the fuss in the Latifabad no. 8 market, everything glows and adds a touch to the city’s beauty....

As the night moves on further towards the darkness, the busy streets become empty as the markets shut down.....the tired people either move to their homes to mark the day’s end or enjoy the night’s breeze with their family and friends.....they dine at places such as Al-Manzar to enjoy the moonlight near the sight of the river or move towards the restaurants which depict the history of Hyderabad such as Nehroon Kot.... Regardless of time, the city remains alive....the people never let it go to sleep....especially during the month of Ramadan, the streets are completely filled with excitement....every road, every turn would point towards a tournament being held....people of all ages are found playing cricket or football...one match ends and another starts....even the kids, who have just started walking, are seen sitting outside with some guardian and enjoying the view....

This excitement of the night is not limited to the youngsters of today but even our elderlies turn young....even at 3am, the tea cafes are filled with groups of friends chatting as if they do not care of the next sun rise....the people of Hyderabad are not well aware of the disco life but instead they have mehfils which are strong enough to tremble one’s soul....famous artists read their verses and people gather around to experience the view as they reach their souls....still there are some who are not aware of the night outside their walls but rejoice their freedom by staying up all night by watching random movies or playing games with family or friends....

As the sky glows with the light of the sun, these rebels of the night go to their dens to get some rest....some might go for a heavy breakfast of seero puri to mark the end of their night and others just slip into their beds to get a shut eye to wake up to a new journey, a journey which they save up to tell their future generations....

My 125th Post: And Then There Were Four

There is a rule of this world, we come alone and we die alone...doesn't matter how many friends we make or relations we succeed, we leave them behind without giving them any right to our time of death...they hang around to see one's body getting laid deep down the ground and shed tears but that doesn't affects the one descended to a place from where there is no return....losing someone is not that easy as one thinks it might be....no matter how much you fight or hate someone, after that someone dies, the world crashes...maybe for a while but still the life gets sucked out of your body....no matter how strong one might be, it is not always easy to hold back....
 When we grow up, we find people in our life in different relations...some act as our parents, some as our siblings and others as friends or foes.....we just get attached to them with time....their little things matter to us and become a part of our daily routines....they become just like a computer program which is incomplete without certain steps....without these people, life seems to hit a pause and nothing seems right.....everything messes up and the mind gets trapped in a maze with walls surrounding each exit.....
I have been trying to write this post from the first day but didn't have the strength to type....honestly speaking, I still don't think am strong enough to pour my heart out in front of you all....usually my posts are my thoughts about things happening around us but this post is purely filled up with my feelings....I just want to write and I think it is fair for my sister that I publish this article online....though she didn't read my work, she always appreciated my efforts and boosted me to write and always had a hope served in a tray for me so that I don't feel as if losing once ends each and every efforts....
On the morning of 2nd April 2014, we the family of five lost one member and now are left with the number four....I lost my sister on that morning....she crashed in the hospital....to be honest with you all, am a different kind of a guy....I really don't understand the type of love I have for people and I really don't know whether I loved her or not and I can't evaluate that....I know that I wanted always to be there for her, I know I wanted to secure her future the best way I could and I know that though we fought always, I never could watch her getting her dose of injections....I don't know whether that is love or not but I do know that she was a part of my life and she would always be there in my heart....I know that her death has shaken me up and turned my insides upside down....I know I miss her fights and her stuff....if that is love then maybe I did love her...maybe that is why I can't stand near her grave without a tear in my eye and maybe that is why I can't talk about her with people and maybe that is why I just can't keep my eyes dry while writing this down....I am strong masha-Allah but still am a human....
There is a lot to share but I don't think I would be able to do that right now so maybe in time I might write something else but I don't think I would post it here....but before ending I would just share, she fought with me on the day of her death and that proved that she recognized me where as she wasn't recognizing anyone else....
Do pray for her soul to be accepted in Jannat and may Allah save her from the torments of Hell....do keep her in your prayers.....

My 94th Post: What If

In life, we make decisions at each and every step....at times, we rarely have enough time to look upon the matter and decide properly....we just go with what our mind says or our heart believes in....at the end of each and every quest, we always have a question in our minds....no matter what the result is, whether good or bad, we always think 'What If' at the end....then there are various other options in front of us after receiving the results and we keep visualising the situation with the alternative....
This two worded question never dies from our minds....it is always there...like what if I had woke up early instead of getting up late...though I can't change anything now but still am a human and to be honest, we are weak....we like to fool our brain at each and every possible moment because we know that reality is harsh and if we had just a chance, we might change...though we mostly repeat what we did before but still we like to hope for a chance to change....maybe the results might be better and we might have a better time....
What if...this brings up a lot of thoughts in my brain because there are many moments in my life which I would like to change....there are many decisions which I guess I regret taking ever but now, I don't have the power to change them...though I can change the upcoming future by trying not to repeat anything like that or when a similar decision comes, try to choose the alternative but well that is next time, not the one I have already lived.....I guess all of you readers would also have this question hovering around you specially when you get a quite time, away from every other thought....
We aren't perfect and that is the beauty of life....if we knew the option with the best result, then there wouldn't be such a thing as hope because we would always know that whatever the result might be, it would be perfect.....asking the question 'What If' shows that one is living because he/she feels.....'What If' is a result of guilt, sorrow, hurt, or even jealousy but whatever the reason is for that to occur, it just shows we are still human beings and aren't just walking with a dead soul.....
Do keep asking this question when ever you feel the need of it but never drown in depression because of that....no one can change his/her fate....what we choose, is meant for us....instead of getting depressed, one should just stand up and try to take the upcoming decisions with the knowledge from the previous results....just try to live and what so ever happens, accept it and bring a smile upon your face...I know that is one tough thing, but that is the easiest as compared to being dead while living.....

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 31st Post: Beauty & the Beast

The famous fairy tale which robbed the attention of many strong writers and directors, the famous tale of a beauty and a beast....there once lived a beast who lived all alone in a palace with the finest riches of the world....he spent his days and nights in sorrow and the grief of being what he was....in another corner, there was a beautiful maiden who was a merchant's daughter....destiny brought both of them together and joined them in the bond of love.....the once living beast was converted into a charming prince who was under a spell of a witch....

Well that is just a fairy tale....in real life things are a bit different....but still the sidelines are the same....somewhere in this world, there would be a beauty entitled to a beast...with her love, the beast may transform into a normal human being....or maybe the other way round....but still the story does remain in books of reality.....
Someone isn't a beast just by looks...the same way, some one ain't a beauty cause of the looks....looks define nothing just that your eyes are pleased to see that face or not.....but beauty can't get the person make a stay in the heart.....the most beautiful girl or the most charming guy in this world may make you view them again and again but that doesn't certifies that you would will to stay with them forever....spending time with someone not only depends upon their outer beauty but also depends upon their inner soul....well it merely should depend upon the outer beauty but people are picky, they befriend someone not until and unless they find them attractive....
The story 'Beauty and the Beast' was a nice tale but I always expected a better plot...the writer tells us that love can happen between anyone and it has the power to break any spell but the part I don't like is mainly its description about the beast....the looks are mainly emphasized and that is what creates a question in my mind....a person doesn't needs to be beautiful in order to be a great human being, that someone just needs to have a heart which beats not accordingly to the brain....instead of making Belle, the beauty, the captive of the beast and become mesmerized by the riches, they could have just shown the friendship between those two starting off from a random meeting which with time turns into real love...proving that no matter how you look, its the personality and the nature which conquers the heart....but well the writers had something else in their minds....
My advise to all would be to run after the real beauty which is the personality of a person and try not to be the judge of the cover....not everyone is the same and if you are better than someone in looks, that doesn't means you are above them...it just means you are blessed with the outer beauty cause you required it more than the other person....so instead of being proud, shine your inner beauty by not caring about what the mirror shows....life is more beautiful that way....
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