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The “Wh” Questions

I have always hated descriptive writing. Like always. I remember the day my English teacher taught us the “WH” questions.

Questions you need to ask while writing descriptive. Bleh. Questions. Although I ask them a lot, but I guess I always ask the wrong ones.


Been meaning to write this blog for a while, and each time delayed it. Finally got time coz light’s about to go in precisely 9 minutes. Yes, if there is one thing Pakistan has been taught in these 5 years is “PUNCTUALITY”. Light goes at an exact hour, not a minute less and not a minute more. So I should hurry up and vent out what I was here to do.

Which brings me back to the WH questions. So I was thinking WHere to start, WHAT to write and that’s WHen I was reminded of the WH questions. So they are basically five set of questions that you need to ask.



I don’t know what it is. It’s on my mind. Everyday. About every hour or so or more often. I have never taken notes as to how often but it’s  there.


Since when would be more appropriate–lost track of when too. It’s happened so many times, that keeping track of time was last of my worries.


Everywhere. Not a single place I can maybe alienate where it’s not present.


Still figuring out.


Ah. A lot of reasons. Me. My stupidity. My selfishness. My memory.


I have always wondered why HOW fits into the WH questions, but since it does, I should answer. How?

Seriously. How? That’s where it all boils down to. HOW?!

  • It is going to be hard first few days
  • You may not like any other company -If you cannot be in the one of your want, there’s no one who can fill that gap
  • You are disappointed in yourself and others
  • Trusting anyone else would be hard
  • NOTHING would seem to make you see as yourself as still being better off; even when someone mentions the dying children in Africa, you would want to punch them for not understanding
  • NOBODY would understand what you are going through

What You Can Do

  • Want to cry? Cry
  • Want to shut yourself from the world? Do
  • Want to talk about/write about it/sing about it? Talk, write, sing.
  • Happy talks suck, so don’t take part in them. But don’t make living sour for others.
  • Days will go by, each day harder, but you are alive, breathing, and unbroken.
  • A month will go by, a year, and then 5 and then you may look back and skip the “ugly parts”

It does feel like a part of your body has been sliced off. A horrible accident, something that you wish had never happened. But it did. You will carry scars, every accident gives you one. Embrace them; they make you stronger, and happier: you lived through it.

And no, you will never find anyone as great as the one you just lost. And that’s called life. :) Coming in terms with it would just make it easier. Torturing yourself won’t.

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said ‘yes I think we’ve met before’
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn’t get in
Now you’re outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard
I’ll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love…

Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…
Live through this, and you won’t look back…

There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save

I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save…

I was talking to this long lost friend few days back and she told me how her best friend of more than 10 years is getting married. The best friend whom she had recently started to have stronger feelings for. She was expecting to settle down with him considering they’ve been friends for such a long time. Ouch. I get the fact that the guy chose another girl over his best friend because maybe they were meant to be just best friends. But what I don’t get is why end the friendship?

Why stay with each other till they didn’t have any full time commitment? Is that when friendship ends? When it is not convenient to be friends with each other? If that is so then i clearly did not get this memo and maybe can relate now why friends left and friendships failed for me.

Is convenience what makes you stick to someone? Maybe yes. I mean research shows how consumers prefer a product when its convenient for them to buy it. So why can’t the same theory be applied to picking and choosing friends?

Are friends luxury goods now? Few can afford to keep them with certain conditions and that too of convenience and when it becomes a hassle, they are thrown out the door?

I guess then they really aren’t your friends. Just time pass maybe. Or products you try till you meet your preferred brand that you use over any other come what may.

Isn’t that sad? Should you stop making friends so as to not get hurt. I mean come on. Ten years. That’s gotta mean something. Even if it was just a few months, why is it easy for some people to let go and move on. Does friendship have a price?

Block them on every social media forum you use. As simple as that. They are sure to get the picture.

But okay, on a serious note. How do you tell them? The spark’s gone and your phone lines dead for them, and so are you.

You did love them at one point, or did you not?

Lets say you did, how do you justify not loving them now?

HOW? Isn’t love like the extreme of emotions? How can you go from ‘OMG. I can’t wait to see you!’ to ‘Ugh. Not you again?’


But maybe the love’s there. You really can’t wait to see them again, but it’s not going to be the same anymore. You’re making adjustments, and they have no room in your life anymore. Because let’s face it, they are not the same person they once were, and neither are you. Which is why ‘the love’ has taken a back seat, or rather just dozed off there like a Polar bear. Let it sleep. It’s better asleep than awake anyway.

So coming back to how to tell them they’re not loved?

Umm A) you can like not tell them you love them in the first place. DYING to proclaim it? Die, but don’t proclaim it. Because it’s going to kill you later anyways when you have to retract your earlier stroke of stupid-ness.

B) if you did act on that whim of asshole-ish-ness and proclaimed it, and are now regretting it, DIE.

Seriously, do. Because there is nobody more horrible than you. How could you do it? Knowing pretty well what you were getting into.

On a serious note. Talk it out. But never leave them without a reason. There’s always something holding you back from loving them anymore; don’t be a douche.

Remember you loved them at some point.

Meanwhile …

I cannot move on.

  1. I am a female
  2. I travel to work via public commute
  3. Sometimes, I travel back home with my male friends
  4. I go to watch movies in cinemas
  5. Most of the time males friends accompany me
  6. Usually get dropped back home by them
  7. And this makes me a potential target of rapists.

If only people actually showed a little patience, World would definitely be a better place.

Let’s take an example with the root cause of the majority of ‘wrong’ that is occurring in the world today: RELIGION.

It’s Christmas time. Festivities all around. Time for celebration for people who have a strong belief. Nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. Seriously.

And then there are these douche-bags.

Just to be clear that I am not speaking on behalf of mine, I chose to give this example because I felt the need for it.
Because, you never know, there could be a bigot reading this, with zero patience, and judging me or my religion.

and on a final note….




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