Voice of Common Pakistani !!!

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eZGWQauQOAQ

There’s an alternate universe where our alter ego lives. Sometimes this alter ego takes over our true self. We start living our fears. We act out our desires and fantasies. Sometimes we become so engrossed in this fantasized dreamworld that it becomes the real world for us.

We go in deeper and deeper. We sink and we rise. But we become oblivious of our surroundings. We become numb to feelings and sensations. We neglect our bodies. We ignore the effect on people around us. We go against the natural instinct of survival.

We become lost. We are entrapped. We cry for freedom but do not want to be free. We are in quicksand and we go in deeper and deeper. We lose ourselves. Yet we gain nothing. But we’re unable to see the obvious. We’re unable to hear the warnings. We go on. We are afraid to let go. Perhaps we feel safe in the sand glued around us, no matter how it’s sucking us in. Perhaps we’re afraid to get out and feel the fresh air. We are afraid to tread into the unknown.

So we cling to our fantasy world and we try to convince ourselves it’ll last forever. We forget time is not on our side. We forget that everything moves on and if we stand still we will be the ones left behind.

But we do not learn. We keep trying and failing and trying again. In the process we miss several other paths lying open while we keep banging about a dead end. We don’t realize life is not about ends, it’s about beginnings. We don’t realize it’s about doing, not convincing. We don’t realize it’s about accepting rather than imposing. We don’t know how to say no or listen to a no.

The hardest thing in life is quitting. Yes! Quitting while you’re ahead. Quitting while you’re still appreciated. We keep clinging on to the known till it loses all its life and charm. We don’t know how to end on a good note. We don’t know how to let go and move on. We don’t know how to retire as a champion. Being a champion is all about timing. It’s about knowing when to hit and when to retrieve. It’s about accepting defeat with grace.

We read, we hear, we observe – yet we can’t see! We learn, we teach, we preach – yet we don’t apply. We don’t believe! If we believed, we would be the first one to put it to use. But we don’t! We keep waiting. We keep procrastinating. We keep hoping for a miracle to happen. Well, it won’t! Coz we do not believe, neither ourselves nor others. Miracles don’t happen. We make things happen.

But we’d rather stay in our fantasy world…

I respectfully disagree to the visionary Multinationals vision of Economic Growth. For many years we have seen Multinationals, Banks, Cooperate sector, Industries and Foreign funded organization working with the slogan of Economic Growth, Development and Training of new generation to help our economy grow.
They have failed and they will fail again and again, because (in my short sighted vision) they are not clear in their agenda and vision themselves. These groups of companies or organizations when recruit, they recruits from the cluster of elites, when they choose to give away internship, again their vision doesn’t go beyond LUMS, IBA and equally expensive institutes. Read more »

Its cold out there just came back after my hair cut. A comfortable ride in my car no worries no tensions of the cold breeze outside. But just imagine millions out there fighting this cold with humble clothing, modest meal and weak bodies.

I wonder if it’s just the weather that is cold or we have gone cold inside too as human beings. Our society as a whole is ruthless, careless and selfish. We keep our selves warm, we protect our children, and we cater for our needs and never focus on charity. Charity that should start at the beginning of the cold weather to support who are non-privileged. I am sure no one realizes that and we keep on living and keep our eyes closed.

That’s not about it, we proudly claim to be Muslims and whenever we can we do collectively boast about our religion which we never practice. Our practices are restricted to only and only Nimaz, Roza and lectures. Humanity is totally missing in our teachings and in our society.

I am unwritten,
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined
I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten, yeah

Oh, oh

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines, oh yeah yeah
We’ve been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can’t live that way oh, oh

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
the rest still unwritten

(Gospel)
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open *****
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open *****
Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

The rest is still unwritten

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jloQ6xsx3bE