The Big City Blues

One of big worries one faces persuing career in a big city like Islamabad is finding a proper place to dwell having a reasonable rent besides having those basic essentials like clean and abundant water, gas, continuous electricity and a calm atomosphere. I have been experiencing the same problem from the past few days as I have decided to leave my current place of residence due to the vast chasm between the ways of thinking of me and my flate mates.
The search for a new living room is proving to be a gigantic task with so many obstacles in the shape of high rents, unhealthy sorroundings, water problems and sometimes mentally retarded owners. Another novelty of big cities is a growth of part time property dealers who are always on a look out to trap the necessaty stricken people by charging them sizeable amounts in return of rendering them a little bit of information about the places for rent in their areas. One of the above mentioned property dealers showed me a few attractive signs about getting me a room as per my likings yesterday and I have crossed my fingers to wait and see what happens with my desire of getting a suitable place to live.
 
 

Unfaithful You

 
 
You left my hand,
Like the slippery sand,
And left me crying,
In the haze of time.

Heart is but a house of grief,
For the joys your presence gave were so brief,
Soul is but a wounded self,
Without anyone to help.

You weren’t here with me,
Still I was happy in your company,
You departed for the reasons unknown,
For me hard are your memories to disown.

Standing at the cross roads I wonder where to go,
For the time has thrown me out of my flow,
Walking in the gloom I search to know,
The light to make me glow.

And the power show goes on…

 
The recent killings of innocent madrassa students by Pak Army is another manisfestation of our government’s ambitions of promoting the national interests of all but Pakistan.
Brutality is at its peak in a state where a tyrant is preaching the lessons of democracy, notwithstanding his millitary attire and opressing actions.
Bajaur is the center of attention after the upleasant episode of Wanna in North Waziristan, where the blood of assumptive ‘ enemies’ has been drained in a quantity enough to germinate the seeds of hatred, suspician, and extremism against the center in general and the prestigious Pak Army in particular. Slowly but surely we are heading towards the state of a civil war
All these events are bringing some big questions to be answered;

1) Is there any proof that all the targetted victims were terrorists?
2) Don’t we have a system where the suspected ‘ enemies ‘ should be trialed?
3) Why this cornering of small provinces?
4) Who are our real masters? What is the state of our soveriegnty?