Some years on…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 30, 2012 by mildewed

It’s been a while since I’ve written here. I’ve frequented the internet just as much as when I was writing here regularly, if not more. The urge to populate this bit of cyberspace has, however, been non-existent in the two or three years that stand between the last post and this one. Or maybe it was there, silently biding its time until I got over the shock and residual fear of the torture this blog inflicted on me once upon a fateful time. The post below informs that story, but I’m not going to tell it.

Right. So it’s been a while. Some of my issues – those that would have been obvious to even a mentally defective sparrow and those that were more subtle – still persist, some I have vanquished through sheer force of will on some occasions and a combination of beautiful people and fortunate circumstances on others. Suffice to say, I’m a happier, much more well-rounded individual with few demons from the past still haunting me.

The ones that do hound me still – and maybe will forevermore – are ones that I have not been able to rid myself of for various reasons. Some are perhaps ingrained in my anatomy, such as my chronic Generalised Anxiety Disorder that causes most of my depression – a veritable juggernaut on its own that I must battle day in and day out, if I may add. This spawns my tendency to self-destruct given the smallest chance, a tendency that has perhaps found a cosy little cave in the farthest niches of my brain, and like a stubborn, parasitic toadstool it clings to my nerves, preying forever on happy thoughts and beautiful memories, busy day and night turning them into nightmare scenarios and an endless stream of pungent reminiscence. Sigh.

On a happier note, I’ve recently got married and my lovely wife has been my panacea to a plethora of ills. She’s been that spoonful of sugar that’d been missing from the acrid cup of coffee that had been my life of late – with all its bitter stimulants but none of their sweet antithesis. What a bed of roses I now sleep on. Oh yeah, I sleep now. Lots. Whenever I want, without having to struggle for hours on end to drift off to blissful oblivion.

In short, I’m a happy guy now. And I intend to replace the morbid tone of this blog with cheerier subjects in days to come.

All hail Valium.


My Doppelganger

Posted in Uncategorized on August 23, 2009 by mildewed

I think someone who knows me very well is playing a rather elaborate prank. There just can’t be another explanation for what’s happened over this weekend.

A person – who shall remain unnamed – added me on Facebook. I didn’t know them, so I didn’t add them immediately. Instead, I tried figuring out who they were. So I went through their info, and I was mighty impressed by what I found. A range of interests and inspirations similar to mine.

Then *gasp gasp*, a quote from my favourite poet-philosopher of all time! And note that this poet was Pakistani, so I was shocked and very pleasantly surprised to find that a European person would have even heard about him.

Next came a list of books that I love. Listed as favourite books.

Then people I love.

Then things I love.

All the same. Not like the same genre or something. EXACTLY the same.

I was intrigued. That’s the understatement of the century.

So I left a message on their wall. I told them all this, in a more civilised fashion than I’m relating it all here, of course.

They wrote back.

And then I wrote back.

And I have been writing back ever since.

And we’ve chatted a couple of times.

And I just can’t shake the – at times rather frightening – feeling that I’m talking to myself.

The same interests. The same habits, as far as I can see. The same issues. The same passion. The same apathy.

The same. Period.

Here’s to my doppelganger. I’m glad I met you.

Of You and I

Posted in Uncategorized on August 12, 2009 by mildewed

We walk in circles, we talk in squares
caressing our skies, climbing spiral stairs

A moment of passion entwined with pain
desires untouched, yet virtues we gain

No longer we hold hands, in times when we must
Yet daylight creeps in, just when life seems unjust

Reveries of closeness, dreams of demise
Of well-worn paths, and defeaning cries

You seem elusive, and too far away too
I think I love you, but that’s just not true

To be is to end, and to end is to be
One is for you, and the other for me

In retrospect…

Posted in Uncategorized on August 10, 2009 by mildewed

Deep down inside

I’m still a little boy who wants a remote-controlled car more than anything else

and a BB gun that looks cool.

Coke Studio

Posted in Uncategorized on August 6, 2009 by mildewed

Hey all.

I just want to pimp out something.

Go to this Youtube channel:

This is a yearly show on Pakistani TV where some of the best musicians in the country (if available) get into a studio and lay out four or five episodes of BRILLIANT BEYOND BRILLIANT music. This is their official YT channel, and all of the performances can be found here. I urge you – if you have nothing better to do of course, or if you love music as much as I do – to go to this channel and start watching from the first video all the way to the last. That order is essential, trust me.

Videos of particular note are the ones involving a duo called “Noori”. They brought the house down, so to speak.

In other news, I rarely find enough time to scratch my head nowadays, let alone post anything here or on Youtube. University is driving me insane again, so let’s hope I’ll be back soon. I’m actually thinking about firing up the old cam once again.

Until then.

PS: The music is mostly Urdu, except for a few songs in Persian and Punjabi, but I’ll be happy to assist should someone actually like it enough to want to know what it all means. 🙂

General ramblings of an obscene mind VIII

Posted in Uncategorized on July 15, 2009 by mildewed

Before scooting off to Malaysia, I was a young, up-and-coming journalist here in Pakistan. I used to work for a major (by Pakistani standards anyway) English newspaper called “Daily Times” that has since gone to the dogs. I mean that quite literally as well: I saw a mut enjoying a hard-fought dinner of cow-innards from a god-fearing butcher’s shop, tastefully served on a copy of Daily Times, the other day.

I am the king of tangents. And aristrocratic hyphenation.

I used to return, worn down from some 10 hours of exhausting and deadline-hanging-over-your-head work at 3am every morning, and I used to stop at this gas station near my place for cigarettes and cell phone credit to waste on a woman who was to – a year or so later – rip my heart out.

There used to be this kid at the counter. He had a friendly smile and an un-gas-station-guy-like demeanor, so over a month or so, we went from me paying and walking out to us nodding at each other.

A year-and-a-half later, when I returned to Pakistan this time around, he was still there. And even though he deals with a thousand people a day, and inspite of the fact that I look significantly different from what I used to look like when he knew me, he recognised me instantly, and came out from behind the counter and gave me a hug. I was touched, physically and emotionally.

To be hugged by someone you used to nod to, well that’s a quantum leap, but he tells me he checked out the brand of cigarettes I used to buy from him, on a whim. He now smokes that very brand, and loves me for the introduction, and for ridding him of the curse that is Benson & Hedges.

On a side note, he also tells me that the gas station’s owner stopped procuring my particular brand of cigarettes after I left because sales dipped like hell, testament enough in my opinion to the ridiculously large amount I used to smoke back then.

I like that kid. He remembered me. I’ll remember him too, not least because he rubbed his liver against me.

As long liveth the merry man (they say), as doth the sorry man, and longer by a day.

Ralph Roister Doister, Nicholas Udall

General ramblings of an obscene mind VII

Posted in General Ramblings of an Obscene Mind, Prose on July 11, 2009 by mildewed

I’ve been running away from relationships ever since the last one fell apart. It didn’t really make sense for me to run into another one, seeing as I found it hard to trust anyone at that point. I still find it hard to trust people, and that bugs me big time. I didn’t use to be that way.

Anyhow, those issues have subsided somewhat. I’m in the phase where I don’t care about relationships, but pretty soon this will pass as well, and then I’ll want one. There have been women around me that I’ve thought about that way once or twice, but back then I was too scared and too disillusioned to start something.

I’m sure that in a month or so, I’ll be ready. The problem is, in a month or so, I’ll be in Malaysia, and there are no women there that I am the least bit attracted to. A part of me says relationships are as much about being apart as they are about being together, but can I really endure another long-distance relationship? I think not. Relationships are already complicated enough.

So basically, by the time I’m ready to be with someone new, there won’t be anyone around to be with. I think I should stick to arranged-marriage.

There’s another problem as well. My dating options lie in very limited avenues. I’ve never dated someone for the heck of it, and I never will. I want it to go somewhere if I’m investing time and emotions in it. Hence, my options are restricted to Muslim women, because they are the only ones who will be willing to understand my no-sex thing. I no longer care about nationality (Indians are an exception, of course).

I used to think only Pakistani women were worth my while because we’d be alike, but the more I think about it, the more I realise I’m more un-Pakistani than most Indians. I don’t like the way they think anymore, I don’t do anything they expect of their man, and I think in a way that would be unacceptable to most of them. So unless a woman comes along who is as brazenly different as I am, there goes that window.

I think I’m destined to live the rest of my days with cats.