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Monday, November 26, 2007 by Talha Masood

The opening lines of the movie "The butterfly effect".

It states that, in theory, the flutter of a butterfly's wings in China could, in fact, actually effect weather patterns in New York City, thousands of miles away.

Anyways, that's not what this post is about.

I had to park my car outside a bank today for about 5 minutes, and instead of parking wrongly behind a car in front of the bank's entrance, I parked at-least a mile farther. And then it suddenly occurred to me where did the inspiration come from.

There was an advertisement on PTV long time back that showed a man getting some blood from a blood bank and when he gets out, there's this car behind his car due to which he can't take out his car. And it effects badly on the health of the patient back there in the hospital who needed the blood.

I can't say how good or how bad that advertisement was because the guy could have taken a cab, but it did have it's effect.

A small act of kindness does go a long way.

I do remember when I was young and restless, someone recited me the following piece of poetry:

Shikwa-e-zulmat-e-shab sai to kaheen behtar tha

Apnai hissai ki koi shamma jalatai jatai


Tuesday, November 20, 2007 by Talha Masood

Distraction, what-ever.

It was always about that. It's second to nothing but confusion, chaos.

To kill the mockingbird, to break the fucking monotony (1984) style.

Even Your heaven was unable to catch my attention for long enough.

The apple, wheat, knowledge, sin, enlightenment, illusion, what-ever - did eventually have to get me for all it's worthlessness.

Temptation always shoved up mine...

Anyhow, monotony does kill. Aristotle can go to hell for all I care.

Everything became a tempting monotony for me.

Yes, even You, God.

Or maybe not...no, no, no... not You.

That can't be. You have been there since the very beginning, even before the very beginning. I can be your distraction but you for me, Never. It's more illogical than blasphemous a thought. But logic is itself at flaw, or is it a flaw itself. If I wasn't the man who defies reading for the fact that he believes in experience more or who gets all lust and love in life from laziness( either of two, whatever) I would have read the critique of pure reason. But then wouldn't laziness be the best critique of reason? Not in defense, but otherwise. It's like reading the book "In pursuit of happiness" or watching the movie "The pursuit of happiness" to be happy. Life can become ironic to the odd extreme of hypocrisy.

Interesting. No?

Who cares.

This distraction ends here. This is not a lecture. It's just plain old useless ranting!!!

Ina lillah he wa ina ilayhi rajioon!!!

Kar-e-jahan daraaz hai...

Friday, November 09, 2007 by Talha Masood

Happy birthday, Iqbal.

Can't say anymore right now.

Maybe later, as the title states...


Saturday, November 03, 2007 by Talha Masood

I don't know what is a greater embarrassment.

Raising your arm in public for scratching your back and someone mistaking it as you waving at them nd when they almost wave back to realize that it wasn't all that or not to recognize someone who comes to meet you with so much warmth and asks you to tell the person whether you have recognized that person and you don't know how to react.

Maybe the words did not come out right....


In white background, everything looks evil!

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