There are those days, that occur quite often, when the known seems unfamiliar and the stranger feels unworldly. When there is that feeling of suffocation amid the constantly changing atmosphere. When thunderstorms and droughts flip over lapse and Right before your eyes, things melt with ice and freeze with fire. Stranger things just keep happening.
But you have nowhere to run because even you start to doubt your existence time and time again. The desk in your office doesn’t welcome you like it did when you first arrived, the friends you laughed with around the coffee machine seem strangers every passing day. The tea you depended your mornings on gets colder as you stare at it cluelessly.
The days when u don’t even know what you are thinking about while your tea sits on your table waiting to be sipped on. And that woman, the lady you vowed to stand by through thick and thin sleeps facing your back desperate to hear you chatter your day’s details. She snugs in her side of the bed hoping a miracle would make it feel like the day she first snugged in it. The thought that drops a tear on the pillow which soaks it up every night.
And you curse no one but time. The burdens brought in by time and age. What you don’t see is the test it beholds. These are those days that demand your attention towards the things you took for granted. Just a little attention, and before you know it, all the places, the things, the relations, they crawl back to you like they had never left.
Own the days for reluctance can drown you in the depths of despair from which there is no coming back.
“This wasn’t the first time. To be honest, i don’t remember the first time at all. But I’m sure it felt sidereal. How else would i have gone this far? A major feeling of contentment and..well,contentment. A sigh of satisfaction, a pill of ecstasy, Floating on cloud 9, drifting in waves, letting lose…off all your thoughts and heartbreaks.
Huh, heartbreak, some would say sympathetically that’s what turned me into this. But i say, that’s what made me this. This superhero of my own self. Yes, a superhero is what I refer myself too. Don’t look so amused. You see, Surrendering to your desires gives you power.
Do you believe in super powers? Well, trust me , you will start to.
For instance, the reason why I ended up here, on this ugly white sheet upon which countless people might have died, i lay alive. Despite how high the fall was or how deep the water, I’m still alive.
So you see, the super power….being able to control death. “
The journey that has ended with a genre changing Apocalypse of Pakistani movies was ever so entertaining. From their titles to their music, dialogs and the acting itself, the tenure of a certain picture’s fame has been exceptionally accepted.
Having said that, let us glance back at what our “lolly-wood” had served us with previously. An 84 kg ( or more) , heavy actress who knows how to use a Kalashnikov and ride a horse at a very high pace and can Run and dance at the same time ( the most hilarious moment) .
A tall, curly haired hero who holds his pride in his mustache, wears a cloth covering his legs( dhoti ) and carries a rod-like thick stick with him every time.
And nonetheless, their names were as follows:
and so on… Our new movies can so not beat these names. :p
A deep reckless and tempestuous streak of a hero who calls upon the villain of the movie with a thunderous voice mostly to warn and command him to let go of his sister’s shawl (Dubatta)
“how protective! :p)
A white haired helpless mother who whiel taking deep breath after every word of her sentence asks for pity for his son.
And, the ever so ” heavy” but pretty woman who plays the role of the heroin. Waiting for her lover while swinging in an antique garden swing put in front of the main door. Dancing around the hero in an utterly seductive manner while he just stands there with an angry face holding his weapon.
With the most gibberish story carrying bloodshed and romance hand in hand, these movies are still being played and watched by a relatively low but cheerful crowd who want a good laugh. Although, new movies have taken over their fame, they still mark as an identity of ” Lollywood.”
It is for you to know, you are important to me…
Just like facebook , i love to poke you.
Oh And Twitter, you would have realised by now how much i
love writing hence i keep feeding my tweets in your mind..
And most venerated Instagram, where i keep posting the
moments i clicked of you so you can recall them, oh come on
bad memories should also be recalled..
What? You want me to apologize?
Heck, if i was that sympathetic i wouldn’t be called life
! . And besides you don’t realise my worth, then why shall i
be commiserating towards you.
Wake up slackers, my greed is knocking on your doors
again, the doors of your hearts and minds.
Did i ever mention i love playing games with you? I’m sure i
You nigga’s be cursing me? Oh well enjoy as i curse you. The
hatred i get from you, has created a lava within me, and so i
shall control you now.
Suicide? Oh please, you think you can escape me through that?
Do you not see the hatred is being back fired from me now.
All i wanted was you to bow down to me and accept me. I shall
have been supportive towards you. But you chose this
Just an advice, you might want to try and convince me back.
You never know i may surprise you.