No one knew what they wanted. One time we stopped our car and the poor animal halted dead in its tracks, its bark fading into a puppy like squeal, and scared out of its wits it retreated in its own tracks.

Then one day they just disappeared. Perhaps they were trying to say something.

Crouching beside the bars of the vicious cage…the bird sits…we sit and view the horrendous sight. Thousands of people, innocents, die everyday, due to the audacious and insolent bombing episodes. A mother separated from a child, a brother separated from a sister, a loved one from a lover. The blame thrown off at the “so- called” terrorists, our leaders shut our mouths, forcing us to operate as puppets. Our hearts cry for integrity and justice, however our lips stay sealed. But the bird hopes, hopes for even-handedness of the precious lives of these creatures and sings.

Living in this cage of abhorrence, our eyes catch sight of further catastrophe and adversity. While a girl pays the price of being a woman in front of our eyes, we run to save our own nobility, ignorant to the agony of the poor, wretched creature. The world “help” seems to fly away to some far off part of our tender heart. Even so, the incarcerated bird articulates its empathy, and sings with its beautiful and melodious voice, the song of impartiality.

I demand an answer to the question: How can a man, a creature with a pounding heart, kill his fellow being? A brother kills his sibling for inheritance…worth a few rupees? Wouldn’t the woman who gave birth to both of them die? Die of regret of giving birth to a monster? Die of grieve and torment at the death of her child? And his society, it appreciates him for attaining his right?

Moreover, honor killing, the right to kill a woman if found in a relationship with a man, usually practiced in Islamic countries such as Jordon, are reprehensible acts. None of the religion encourages bloodshed. Then how can a father from a conservative family kill his own daughter due to a mere rumor of her being in love? But we stipulate no cry for justice. We sit and watch. But the caged bird longs to purify the world from these dreadful heartbreaks by his placid vocals, and an inspiring song.

Our leaders lock us up in the barred cage of blindness. Our eyes see beyond authenticity, disregarding the reality of this world. As our leaders play the game of acquiring THE POSITION we seem far too engrossed in false perceptions of our survival. We see no danger to our economy, society and our lives. We let our top-notch leaders play their peek a boo, while we play our hide and seek.

Someday, on your way back home, just stop and notice your surroundings. About 70% of our population dies of starvation but the high-class indulges into extravagance and lavishness, closing their eyes to these feeble people. Did your heart ever felt their pain? Maybe it did…but your other part of the heart was too engaged in satisfying your desires that it forgot to feel for others.

But all this time we hear a soft, mellow voice. Singing, singing to wake us up and not fall without resistance into the malicious doom. It inspires us to fly away from these atrocities and sing for our right.

As Tennessee Williams’ has it:

“Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for.”

Perhaps now I comprehend, why caged birds sing.

I had a bad dream last night- I saw I was losing a tooth. Now, I know this since childhood that it means that I’ll be harmed in some way. My experience pushes me to believe in this absurdity religiously. But that’s funny, what does teeth falling out has to do with a mishap?? Who has set this symbolized standard? And if you are a Darwinist, even then isn’t it strangely interesting that our subconscious brain adopted a ‘falling tooth’ as a warning signal of a future that even our conscious brain isn’t aware of??

Can we ‘technically’ classify human hair as textile fiber? Apart from its limited availability, is there any other reason of why it can’t be woven to produce a lustrous fabric? We can of course add lice inhibiting finishes.

Okay, isn’t Lucifer supposed to be evil and therefore better be depicted in ugly and scary caricatures?
I mean look at him! and his paraphernalia (crown, chain, an apple plus notice the details of his wings!) ! Wow!

A major part of me, the core, is dark. Not metaphorically; literally. My blood runs in dark veins and recesses, my organs function in darkness; even the synapses where there could have been a little chance of spark are dark. I know, it’s a statement of fact. Just the idea that a large percentage of ‘I’ has never interacted with photons makes me feel like a closed, stuffed dark room.

Try imagine a ‘new’ color; something that does not lie in the range of VIBGYOR. Stuck?

Try imagining a fourth dimension. Stuck again?

Try reading three words at ‘a’ glance. Humbled? Human eyes can only read two words in one look.

I feel humbled. I guess its not all about me.

Picture source.

Our subconscious intelligence meticulously manages these tiny details of our larynx and orals, and they do it all the time; their instances of errors abysmally low!

When I think about it – the degree of sophisticated design that comes into play even when I say the simple word ‘koe-a-ck’- it’s kingly.

.. I feel haughtily satisfied .

I
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ego..its all about me.

Oh dear inanimate world,
its all about me!

Is this true?

I know this fashion giant from Pakistan who conducts ‘No Reservation’ at Dawn, sometimes goes off the tangent in exhibiting certain collected hand gestures, and I cant help but associate him with Begum Nawazish.

But other than that I don’t think pink ties or pierced ears or long hair makes a guy look like a girl. In fact, I believe it’s a test of your masculinity. If you can still throw out a gent’s aura with all that fashion involved, there is absolutely no insecurity you should have with regards to you being a gentleman inside.

Back to the point, why do change in mannerisms happen? Men have been associated with aesthetics and designing clothes and interiors and even objects and cuisines for ages, but never before has this trend of feminism among males emerged as such a distinct characteristic.

Is that bad because guys are supposed to be tall, dark and handsome; and also crude, undisciplined and rowdy?

Or is it good because ‘neatness’ should apply to all irrespective of the genders. And well, what exactly is wrong with being a metrosexual?

Btw are there any metrosexuals at TIP?