Voice of Silence

Last night I was sleeping (*trying to sleep*) different noises including rainstorm, traffic, depressing sound of the fan and ridicules from some luchay-lafangay type of guys down the streets they were all like mixing up together to make some strange but familiar voice and it wasn’t allowing me close my eyes. I was just looking intently at the roof and I perceived a thing that…..that my room needs a new paint….no, hell no I was thinking actually where the silence is? Where the hell is it when I need it most? Then rainstorm just silently entered into my brain and turned my brain into a brainstorm and I was started to imagine that how silence would be seen? Does it have any shape? Any voice? Nopes but still it does exist and restless people like me always look as if in search of it and weird and wonderful thing is that from time to time we get it. Pretty strange! There must be some voice of identification attached to the silence ‘jissay sun kr aap bata saktay hoon k haan yaar this is silence'. Just keep one thing in your mind ‘there’s no such thing as nothing’….

So…what is it?

Spiderman in their point of view

http://www.makkadman.com

Something to eat
something to drink
something to laugh
something to breath
something to talk
something for everything...

theres always something for everything...what is best suit for SOUL?

Wrong number

*r*i*n*g r*i*n*g*

*** Hello
Me: Hello
***: Can i cpeak to Marium?
Me: No.
***: Why?
Me: Cuz shes making tea 4 me.
***: Ye kia baat hui?
Me: Wrong number dial krain gi to aisi he baat hogi.
***: Oh sorry.
Me: No problem

*t*o*o*n t*o*o*n

I told my mama about that, n she couldnt stop smiling...
Mama u r so mean, u should laugh upon that one

Mujh ko kehne do ke mein aaj bhi jee sakta hoon

Apne Maazi ke tasaavoor se hiraasa hoon mein (hiraasa : pareshaan)
Apne guzre hue ayyaam se nafrat hai mujhe
Apni bekaar tamanaaoo pe sharminda hoon
Apni be-sood umeedoo pe nidaamat hai mujhe (be-sood : useless)

Memories brushes..

Well I think that I am an artist and what made me think that is few days back one of my office colleague was searching Logo designing at internet to get some idea for making one of his own. I found him totally messed up and decided to help him out, I just simply went to his table and started to comment over everything after sometime he was just hi-fiving with me on my every comment. And he said in the end that I have very creative and artistic thoughts for Graphic Designing.
Yeah that was a long time ago when I had a deeper of my interest in Graphic Designing although I did not pick it as a profession but still I feels that my slept mind gives me a wakeup call sometime.
I did not concentrate really on shaping up my skills in that particular field although I have spend some many nights working on Photoshop and different other Graphics softwares. Anyway, nevertheless I just need a flame to unfrozen my mind.
Awwww man my cigarette lighter is out of gas :PPPPPPPPPPPP

Me Randomnly! (Again)

Long time without words...I really do not remember when last time i posted i know i have lost many friends and readers from my side but all I wanna do right now is to write something. I have forget my style, i have forget many other things what i used to do to express my feelings to my keyboard. But well...eeee i hate myself when i left my sentence incomplete. Actually there is a major reason of that, time has changed a lot, people in my surroundings are now dressed in new attire. Now no one wanna hear what i wanna say. Every one have not only their own to be hear but also they expect me to say what they want to hear.....

So that is why i have left saying!

Moment of worries

56th B day of stoopidity yeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Moments

There is a life time shelled in each moment ....Some may perhaps live their life times in just one moment and some left incapable to live this one moment in their whole life times. I don’t know what we have earned and what naught. At times i used to encompass that much gladness that I couldn’t possibly handle it and now...I’ve nothing left to loose.

Helpless thought!

Haan really Zenia, me nay to kai baar aisa hotay dekha hai k mujhey being a person apni identity ko chupa kar gum kar k wo kaam krna para jo mesay me k related ones nay expect kia. What am i? What am i doing? I know nothing, all i know is that me wo machine hoon jis ka control kuch aisay logoon k hathoon mai hai jo mujh par "hmara apna" honay ka huq jatatay hain.

Me bhi buhat successfull hota, sab kuch hota me k paas agar mujehy sirf in rishtoon ki fikar na hoti to, sochta hoon wo kar lia jo me ka dil kehta hai to akaila reh jaon ga, me k ird gird ka jo crowd hai wo kam ho jaye ga. Kia sochain gay wo sab mujh say taluq khatam krnay k baad yahi k menay apna socha n ksi aur k ehsas ko importance nahi di...hell...Insaan akaila aya hai chh akailay jana hai...to kio rishtoon ki kadar krnay mai apna aap gum krta chala jata hai...kio ussay aik aisi soch nahi sochnay di jati jiss k saharay wo khud bhi buhat kuch krnay ka capable hai?