It’s easier to let go than wait for the inevitable pain

A friend from about 10 years ago called to tell me of some news today.

I refused to listen to what it was . We were on rocky terms since the past two and a half years. And last year I gave up.

Why invest in a relationship that has only been a cause of pain and nothing else?

Why go down that road again knowing fine well they only need to hurt you a little more?

I’ve known her since my teenage years. I know how she works. People change yes, but they never lose their true self.

She was always selfish, always trying to show how she’s the best of them all.

I was her best friend, I encouraged it.

But now as adults how much more can you take of that attitude? of them taking you for granted.

I guess sometimes you give up, raise your hands, surrender and choose happiness, choose to leave them even at that little cost of companionship

Because NONE OF it at the end of the day is worth all that pain.

Left You Sleeping In Your Bed

One year can change a lot.


This past year was an eye opener. Met a friend yesterday. We had only ever stayed in touch once a year. And I think the kind of person I am, this sort of commitment works well.
So exactly a year ago when we met she was full of life. Brimming with joy having been freshly engaged. It was all she would talk about: how amazing the guy was, how amazing the family was, how he takes care of everything, adores her the most in the world.
A year was all it took to change that.
Yesterday she revealed that her relationship has ended. It was all a farce. The family turned out to be extremely weird and it was in her best interest that they ended things.
I can’t help but recall the words she said to me “I’m back to square one. It’s like none of that ever happened. I have to rebuild from scratch. My life has to restart. Again.”
I had no words to console. And I don’t think she needed my words of consolation. Anyway. But hearing her spill everything. Was just too much. Here I was thinking about how I was not considered for a stupid promotion and here someone’s entire life was changed. Forever.
As an avid book reader we’ve become so used to thrilling page turners, when stories change within a paragraph. But when the same happens in real life, it’s just so hard to believe and digest.
Talking to her, I felt her hopelessness. And it’s the worst. Having been in a hollow relationship I could understand how devastating it feels. Her words “crushed”.
The only thing I could think about was: the more the person thinks about it, talks about it, blames oneself it sticks to you more.
As hard it is, you need to move away. I personally hate the term “move on”. Because in moving on some of things you’re moving on from clings on you as well. So it’s better to move far away from it. Don’t look back. Don’t consider it a memory. Yes you passed by that place but you don’t need to come back to it. Don’t. Don’t go back. Don’t revisit the horror.

After watching “Tigers”, I am BOYCOTTING Nestle!

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Originally posted on Helping build a peaceful world, one baby at a time...:

This man and his family are my heroes!20150421_204420

His name is Syed Aamir Raza and he used to be a Nestle formula salesman in Pakistan. It was a very good job and he made good money. Then he found out that by getting doctors to tell their mothers that formula was better than breastmilk that mothers in rural areas were mixing the formula with dirty water and the parasites in the formula were causing severe diarrhea and killing the infants or the mothers would not be able to afford the formula and would dilute it to the point that the infants were not receiving any nourishment. He immediately stopped selling it and wrote to W.H.O. and Nestle to ask them to start marketing the formula to Pakistan without warning families of the danger. In return, he got threatened, ran out of his country, separated from his family for 7…

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How Pakistanis’ internet rights are at stake, and what you can do to reclaim them

Originally posted on Usama Khilji:

CensorshipYou thought the YouTube ban was bad? The Government of Pakistan under the proposed Prevention of Electronic Crimes Bill 2015 is giving itself sweeping powers to remove or block ANY content it deems unfit. As Pakistani citizens, we must resist this move to protect our right to use the internet freely as means of expressing ourselves. [I have quoted Section 34 at the end of the post. This is just one of many problematic clauses of the proposed bill]

For example, here are some of the pretexts under which the Government could remove “issue directions for removal or blocking of access of any intelligence though any information system”:

  1. Glory of Islam:

This could be used as a pretext to remove any content. Which sect? Are the beliefs of one sect of Islam going to take precedence over another’s?

  1. Integrity, security or defence of Pakistan:

Any criticism of the Army could…

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Have you ever kept a secret from your mom?

I have.. and it kills me everyday!!

I want to tell her. but i can’t. I know if she would find out, she would hate me forever and that would kill me.

Forgotten Friendships


Once long ago my best friend told me that some people create false memories so that they can forget the real ones. At that time I thought, how awful must someone’s life be that they wish to create false memories to take over the real ones. Years later I can identify. I didnt create false memories to forget this particular friend. I did however made new memories, fresh, real.

These memories helped take over those in the past, because however amazing the time I spent with this friend in the past, it caused me pain. How weird no?

How can good times cause you pain?

What I have learned is don’t let the past haunt you.

Don’t stop moving.

Don’t try to get the past back.

Don’t let them think they were the best thing that happened to you, because life is full of surprises. You don’t know who you might meet, that would actually would give you the greatest memories of your life, ones that are everlasting, ones that you will never ever want to forget. Ever.

The Ojhri Camp Disaster: An Eye Witness Account


part of history forgotten.

Originally posted on Surrogate Model:

Ojhri Map Courtesy Google Maps: Red arrow indicates location of Ojhri Camp, Blue arrow indicates location of my school, the red circle indicates the fallout of the disaster and the 7Km area where 100 people died.

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Originally posted on calliopes lyre:


No, it’s not that cursed
Four letter word
I refuse to use it
The first choice of dimwits
And artists everywhere
Overused and tired and
Stripped bare from
Too much analysis poured into
An emotion

So no, it’s not that
It’s not ‘just’ that
It’s a galaxy
Like trying to contain the Universe
In a pot of tea
Or get a volcano to erupt
Inside a fridge
A ridiculous, fruitless effort
Is what it is

Some day though
When they make a word
That sums up all the sounds
In the world
All the fragrances on your skin and
All the gleams in your eye
All the meanings and tastes and
Textures and adventures
I find in your valleys and highs
When they find a word
To do all of it
I’ll do it
I’ll tell you

I *fill-in-the-blank* you


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