April 2nd, 2008 / Nishat / Lahore

Went to the hostel early morning. Had an agenda to fill. First I planned to achieve that by asking Lala. But he was preoccupied in some task of his. Hence, Jami came to the rescue. By 8 o’clock, we were ready. Sana had told me that she would be visiting Lahore on a college trip arranged by her batch and hence, the planned rendezvous. I had not expected the day to stretch so long which in the end seemed very short. Time is a relative depending on the joy it imparts. Jami however got bored and I had to arrange a good dinner for him, which I did. From the canteen of OPD to a few gardens and landmarks, the day turned out to be a cherished one for the memories.

It is not a sting of an acquaintance, not of friends. I feel a change already. Like a burn. I need to keep an eye on this. So far, the burn has been sweeter than all the comforts. A constant string of calls by Mom were constantly ignored. She had slept by the time I got back. I know tomorrow, I would be facing a storm. But all such storms are welcomed only if they bring spring along them. One spring was today. At the time when I am writing this down, a string of messages flow both ways. I hope the way is longer than all the other ways that had remained too bitter to walk even when some were really really short.

Hostel Pictures

February 12, 2008 / 09:03 PM / 63C

My hostel days have become very infrequent in short. I guess that time will be here soon when I will not be able to come to the hostel again. So instead of just missing a thing and creating its memory inside the mind and living with the probability that it will fade with the years, it is better that I create some documentation that I can look back at and refreshen even the tiniest detail.This is why when today I left home I brought all my camera phones along. The idea was to take pictures of the hostel for a personal collection which I can look back to in the coming years. Lala was preoccupied in some matter regarding his brother and that is why I did not bother him for my adventure and I undertook that my own self starting from the Broome Hostel.

Everytime I go to that building, it reminds me of Junaid. I always liked how cosy and hidden his room was. If I had that room, I would have arranged that in the best concealed and geeky theme. His room was art. Especially after a rain he could enjoy a hot cup of tea while standing at his balcony and looking out towards the crossing of Hall road and McLeod Road. But he left the hostel without telling anyone where he was going and now most of the time his cell phone is powered off. I hope and I wish that wherever he is he is happy and he is healthy. I went to the rooftop of the hostel and took many pictures. The roof is from the time of the British Era and that itself is a scary thing. Because when the traffic is more on the roads next to it, one can feel the roof vibrating and it brings bad thoughts. I hope everyone stays safe in that part of hostel. Then I went to the main hostel and took a few pictures. The walls are coated with a strange slogan.


Some students have told me that it is done by an Arab student who is in Pakistan for his medical degree and he is madly in love with a Pakistani girl. That is why the slogan in reverse is a confession that he loves that girl. So JEERAVOLI becomes I LOVE AREEJ. Not so cryptic. One must keep a lid on his love for two reasons. If it fails, nobody will mock. If it flourishes, no one will be jealous. I know this love story will also go to the trash just like many other love stories before it. It is one sided apparently and too impractical. Assuming even if the story is successful there are many technical issues that need to be straightened to avoid it from a disaster. One out of many is that boy is too fat and that girl is too slim. That can be a disaster from a medical point of view. But who am I to judge. This is just an observation. My teachers used to call it hypothesis. From the main hostel I went to the new building. That building always reminds me of the earlier days and the bone penetrating cold of Lahore to which I was not accustomed to and it gave me very uncomfortable days and nights. I took a few pictures there and came back to the C Block where Lala was again preoccupied. I went to the mess and had lunch and without going back to the room, I headed home. the roads were saturated. Which is why it took some time for me to reach back home. money was not at home  then. I dozed off until a few minutes back and I have written these words on the diary after waking up. I am feeling too hungry and craving something spicy. some ladies are constantly nagging me on the messages. but I guess that is a torture every young man goes through. Until he grows old and so does the torture.

Mecca Day 2

January 17, 2008 / 9:10 PM / Mecca

Everybody is asleep at this time.

The long travel and the Umrah made them too tired to stay awake even at this time when it is not late. Sleep seems to be far away from me however. That is why almost an hour ago, I went outside, grabbed a taxi and went to that part of the city where some years ago I saw a marriage hall, a handsome groom and beautiful bride. But there was nothing there today which was some years ago. The memory is still so very fresh. I stayed there for a few minutes sitting by the side of the road. But I had no stamina to make and break thoughts there which is why I came back to the hotel and now I am in my bed looking at the dark ceiling hoping to find a glowing memory which can enlighten and show the path. Until I drift off and maybe see my own bride. Who knows.


January 15, 2008 / 1:34 PM / Khobar

I stalked a hijabi today.

Why did it?

Maybe I know. Maybe I don't. But the fact remains that I did it. No, I did not shout any words at her. I did not block her path. In fact, I did not even let her know that I was stalking her. It is just like reading a review of a book before buying the book or even developing an interest in the book. But the cover of the book so far looks very interesting. Damn interesting! The day after tomorrow I leave for Umrah. So it's my tomorrow's agenda that I make the first rendezvous if there is any frail or strong plot in the book in future. There are many handsome ways to get somebody's attention. So I always advise never to opt a cheap style to gain somebody's attention. A good and elegant way will get you the same fruit which a savage and classless way would.


January 2nd, 2008 / 5:58 PM / Khobar

Alfred Hitchcock’s movie The Rear Window always made me live in some congested neighborhood of skyrise, at least for some time so I can take pictures of my neighbours without letting them know. That is what the movie is about. The hero lives in an apartment where he has interesting neighbors. One day he sees a woman getting murdered while he is looking outside and taking pictures of his neighbours.

I do not have such a camera or such neighbours whom I should be talking about. That is why during evenings I go to the rooftop with my binoculars and see the seaside which is hardly a kilometre away from my home. I take tea at that time which I enjoy at the roof. Today I was enjoying the sight through the binoculars when I saw a strange bird. I had never seen such a pigeon before. It looked like a pigeon but I wonder whether it was a pigeon in the first place or not. It was all black in colour and had a crown on top of his head that matched the colour of his face which was very shiny but dark purple. I utilised my mobile phone to take its pictures but first I viewed him from the binoculars and then placed my phone at the other end of the binoculars to take the picture. The pictures are not extremely clear but they show the bird and are a proof of how beautiful the creature was.