Eternal Bliss


Placid Turmoil.....until..death did them apart!!!!!

Wrapped in white, the coffin arrived...
Whole world shattered, no wish survived.
Every vista, seemed to lye,
Through shattered dreams and futile cries...
There weary souls now reclined...
Agonized for the dream, entwined...
Resting so peacefully, in arms of death...
So hostile. So divined….
I am back with another fairytale. starting from joy, happiness stars…and ending in the cold abyss of pain, death marked its murky shadows, and gave such hollow pain to the eyes who used to shine with light so bright, which could illuminate the whole world with the shining brilliance…These two people were so close to me,. I lost one to death, and the one who left behind. We lost her to her hollow cocoon of grief…
Once upon a time.not So long ago. There used to live a prince. Wherever he go he used to mark his presence with his infectious charms, humor was his forte, and gracious empathy and humility. his strength. He was a healer by profession. yeah he used to heal all, not from there physical ailments.only.but sometimes from there fears and caustic demons shackling there souls….
Like all fairytales, he had a princess as well.. So pretty. With long black hair. Porcelain skin and twinkling shy smile. From childhood they knew they are made for eachother.and they are destined to be all pain, all misery all joy. They were together. Holding each other’s hands...travelling the vistas of life...i never trusted this emotion called LOVE...but I have never seen anybody more fulfilled in love. They were connected to each other in a strange bond. There hearts used to throb with intensity of spiritual love…
Then there were strange kina fears, which used to haunt the prince. Every night he used to wakeup...sweeting and screaming the princess name...there was some fear, eating him from inside, that hes going to lose her...that something gonna snatch her away from him...these demons were just not letting him live. He started getting more and more possessive about her. He could not imagine her giving little attention to anybody else but HIM…he wanted all her time, all her emotions. All her dreams only for himself...

10 days left, for there marriage. He had to go to another country to attend something important…being a silent spectator. I still remember him going to the door. And coming back. touching things..and above all..He couldn’t let go of princess..He kept on repeating...that I am so scared to go...i feel I am gonna loose something so precious if I leave today. Everybody laughed at him. that its just some pre marriage nerves..U don’t worry she will still be here when u will come back..One last lingering look...1 last feel of her hands...and he left...

He used to call her every day, sometimes every hour. But 1 day he didn’t call!
Whole day passed bye..there were only 6 days left for the marriage..He was supposed to come back that day...HE DID NOT...whole day the princess was experiencing strange kina restlessness...and then the most absurd thing happened

She was trying her wedding gown. Then she started throwing everything away. And she was screaming. that HE IS DEAD..what..are u crazy..i almost slapped her..but looking at her..she was in a strange kina trance..She was mumbling...and crying...
Reached home. and so many people were there..all crying..some strangers..Some known. the house was lit by so many lights for the upcoming wedding..Therefore, many flowers. Now all STAINED WITH THE BLOOD OF DEATH…
There was the fragrance of death everywhere. Black hateful shadows…

And strange thing was. Nobody told her that he died. It was so sudden an accident. But she knew. When he took his last breath. She sitting so far away...knew tht he is no more…
.and there was no logical excuse for that. Except for the bonding of two spirits?
two days later they brought his coffin…people say he was looking so handsome..and his face was glowing with strange kina aura..when they buried was 2 days before there marriage.for 2 days..She did not utter anything, any word, no tear rolled down her cheeks...she simply sat there with heavy numbness frozen in time and agony...
They did not show her...his face. Only until they were just about to put him down….
Then she woke up from her trance. The one who was so subtle and shy. she was showering his face with kisses..and tears..
When they put him down..she was digging his grave with her nails..she was screaming so much..that please take me inside..i cant take the world alone..w.tout you I am nothing..i cant face life…
The marriage vows are..until death do us apart…and
Death literally did them apart…..

They wanted to fly......
But the wings were tattered
She opened her arms ,

and was lost in muted ice.....
He tried to fill up her senses
But...walked passed through her....
The souls culdnt entwine....The spirits culdnt join.
.The vacuum between life and death was too big too surpass......................

I am not opening comments for this post..its his birthday today..if possible..just pray for his departed soul..he was the one who used to start nagging all..1 month before his birthday to treat him royally….and now not even a single whimper from

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Hi all,
Sorry just so busy now a days,have no time to invest any energy in to writing something funny:(( just to change the focus of attention was digging in to my archieves to find something,which could help us twitch some facial muscles:)so i came up with this..feel free to smile..even laugh a bit..and dont feel free 2 smash my head outta sheer boredom after reading this:p

Those were the first letters,i learnt in my childhood.Coming from the family of car freaks ,where CARS are considered 2 be more human then the shallow mortals, and where MICHAEL SCHUMACCHER is displayed with the likes of all holy saints (if my mom is allowed she would definately like to indulge in 2 AARTY CEREMONY for him every day) ,these were the basic mantras of existance.I dont know who is more impressed by whom, my father with his BALLILAAS or AMITABH with his BASANTY but def inately there is an attraction strong enough to rock any volcano, pulpating between papa and his FIRST love.He pampers his cars more thn he ever pampered his wife.SO blessed with such environmental passion for driving and cars i couldnt wait to put my hands on wheels, and experience the rush of adrenaline.
Anyways 1 day i approached my bro and in the most honeyed voice i ever could muster i called him
bhai.....(he didnt realize it was him im calling cuz of sudden rush of love and sweetness in my voice)
my sweetest bro....(i mumbled again ..2 no avail)
grrrrrrrrrr ammirrrrrrrrrr......(i shrieked, this time he looked up frm the HOLY BOOK ABT CRICKET)

ARE you talking to me seb?
yes ..obviously i dont remember mom giving birth 2 ur twin and giving him the same name as yours.(i mumbled)..
tell me that earth is shattering ...or saddam hussain is back for his pound of flesh or sharukh is selling QULFI outside our house? whts the reason of soo much sweetness in your voice?
i wanna learn how 2 drive.....(i unraveled the suspense)
u want what?drivingwhat?d--r---i--v--i---n--gyeah u drive me nuts..... all the time what do u wanna learn now?(he chuckled)
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr .....................(

ANYWAYS with all the threats and promises dangling on his head, acceptance was the better part of valour .and he then said

Next morning i was awake before the saath waloon kaa murghaa and was hovering on his head at 5 am in the morning.
its time bro wake up !time for what?my time 2 have a meeting with GOD oh know cant be?no time 4 sm driving lessonsafter a lot of sycophancy and threatening i menaged to drag 1 sleepyhead to the car.I sat on the driving seat, and could feel the rush of excitement,adrenaline shooting 2wards my head.I could imagine that, why this male specie is so possessive abt there cars and why they think that there cars r there prized possession.and how difficult it is for them to exchange there throne with us girls .
Anyways A =ACCELRATORB=BRAKEi remembered the holy mantras and while chanting these ishlokes i started the engine 1 nasty growl and it ws dead and 1 deadly look by my bro and i was ALMOST dead. I started again and after 4th try he(engine) finally had mercy on my poor soul so it started ...WHAT NOW?put the car in gear D and push the accelrator slowly........(it ws automatic transmission).i swear i did that but nuthing happened after lots of fitful tries and murdering glares finally the car lurched ffwd BINGOOOOOOOOOOO!!! In my excitement i hit the accelrator soo hard and like a rocket it defied the gravity of earth and we went up sorry went ahead and out of nowhere, i promise it wsant there before in my past 18 years of existance a TREE popped up BRAKEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..HIT ON BRAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE U FOOLi tried to find brake, but to my dismay i couldnt find anything hard underneath my feet so tried to find tht thing called break and in this confusion i hit the A fr accelrator so hardthud....screachhhh bhommmm ...bahhhhhh,thuuuuuuuuudddddddddthese were the voices i heard the result of the collision A CLASH OF TITANS between the car and the stupid head was exploding trying to find smthing heroic and courageous to muster but couldnt find anything like that so i cried.....
goshhhhhh ...the tree menaged to hit us ...we r being hit......(i started screaming and as usual lost control on my grammer)
no the tree didnt hit us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! damn u !!!!!!!!!!!!u are the 1 who banged in to the tree ...what the hell u think u were driving some STAR WAR SHIP ???????????????(wrds were coming out in puffed breaths from his mouth).i started crying with more emotion and devotion somebody came and asked him
what happened and why are you scolding the poor kid what did she do ?
nuthing...... she didnt do anything !!!!!!!!!the tree ran towards us.......... and banged itself in to our car ...and i happen 2 b the CARETAKER OF NATURE was just mourning for the martyr(in a crisis like that his wits turned razor sharp...i couldnt help enjoying).anyways now the biggest issue at that moment was how to avoid the cops cuz its a serious offence to learn driving without the LEARNERS LISCENCE so my dear brother literally had to bow down to ppl gathered around us to keep there mouths shut .and thn we came back home after the debacle.:(((((((Needless to tell u guys that what happened afterwards ........shhhhhhhhhhhh ....all of u girls can imagine how mean brothers can get .......After a year of this nightmare i finally enrolled my self in 2 the driving school and had my liscence(thats another horror story which i will narrate sm other time)and now i drive with all the devotion and passion.And each time i hold the steeringwheel in my hands i feel the same kind of excitement and thrill rushing through my veins .


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Placid Agony...

Toxic smiles..caustic lies.placid agony
the wounded bird cried..
dreams ,so painful,so tormenting.
yet so blazed..
carving a niche in the abyss.
darkened shadows,murking, paining
the imprisoned soul..the rustic agony ..
in stoic hermit.
happiness got staled...
she yearned for sunshine
in the moonless night..
the agony child ..
wept fr solace,
the mirth of betrayal prevailed.....

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I am not the kind of a person, who indulges in to baseless arguments and games of refutations just to prove something or get her kicks outta sheer rush of adrenaline caused by these baseless arguements...Specially I don’t find virtuality as a place to point fingers at others or make fun of others religious beliefs..but I felt a strange kina sadness enveloping me after reading a very good friends blog.i was seriously shocked,cuz I always thought of u as a person with greater tolerance level 2wards others beliefs..Keshi..I would have seriously appreciated it, if u asked me or even dewdy before writing such a baseless thing...And I felt more sick when people used that place of yours to vent there anger and hatred against Muslims in such a way, and I felt more hurt when all those friends whom I always considered as UNBIASED and UNPREJUDICED. With loads of religious narcissism..
U said u don’t know anybody living in Middle East. Strange I live there. and I am a Muslim, and I thought we were friends, and yeah I don’t wear HIJAB,and I drive and I have all kina fun whatever way I want 2..if I don’t go to dance parties, its not because of some fear of LASHES, but cuz its my own choice I don’t feel comfrtable,and if I don’t wear minni skirts or don’t roam around in some flimsy stuff its my own choice,friends of mine wear short skirts and such stuff and they want to cuz they like to
…Yes there are still some hard liners...Like in saudia.they are like that I do admit but tell me in which society there are no finatics? My granny was a catholic until her last days...and trust me she was much more rigid and fanatic in some issues then any hardliner Muslim can be...guess u did not bother to check Dubai, behrain, or even Oman etc...Don’t try 2 go for half-truth. Try to dig the full truth before making a mockery of some religious issue
And wearing a hijab, or not wearing it, it is about somebody’s religion and I don’t think anybody got any right to question anybody’s beliefs, right or wrong. Religion is something very personal; true I condemn fanatics like TALIBAN, and Saudis. However, they are not the whole Islam...
Remember .with freedom comes great responsibility can’t exercise your freedom when it can cause so much anguish to others, I was reading the comments on that post and it left such bad taste in ones mouth. There was a girl who was poking fun on PROPHET (PBUH) it some kinna religious secularism people were experiencing?
And for ur kind information, in true spirit of Islam, females are more encouraged to study and work, and if woman folk are asked to cover there heads, men are also asked to lower there eyes in respect of a woman, and here men are more properly clad then females..
And its like if u have 2 iron bars wire 1 and pass electric current, it will become a magnet and hence will attract the opposite bar, so as the woman and man,.
Those hardliners whoever said this, I CONDEMN them. And at the same time I condemn people who question others religious faiths and make fun of them to deliberately hurt or incite there religious feelings, w.t knowing the full truth...
I am not opening comments on this post, cuz I do not want people to come and say things about Islam and religion, already enough trashing is done. I felt so bad that’s why keshi answering u here, I didn’t want to be the part of that abusive crowd.

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Hi all..mez back..from my vacation. And yes yes, going to bore u all for a long time with my travelogues...dont breathe any sighs of relief yet… will write THE CHRONICLES OF IBN-E-BATOOTI: P laters... (Suffering from extreme laziness)

There’s a very funny incident happened ,and just thinking about it makes me dissolve in to this gigglish spree..(U might feel like dissolving in two some killing spree. after reading that.).

Let me start it with little bit of background...

Before going for my vacation, in my fit of excitement to go to the fashion capital (Paris) of the world. I thought about creating my own fashion statement. And went to my hairdresser and asked her to dye my hair dark black. I have light brown. so she put some colour,and instead of going black..they turned RED..yes..HOT FIERY RED..(What my mom and father did to me. after that I don’t think will b safe to write interest of the ENIGMA...of SEBIA:( in my fit of sheer desperation I put some dark brown color on my head...just 2 hours before my flight. and the hair turned..ORANGE...yup a deadly shade of CRIMSONorange...And I was standing in front of the mirror. mourning..My brother in law came. and suddenly started yelling…FIRE..FIRE!!!!!..Smbdy pls call the fire brigade(yeah ..That was a pun intended for my fiery orange hairdare: ((thts how REPENZEL went CRIMSONANGEL

Next day I was walking down a road in Paris and then it started raining so much, so that I had to take refuge under the shade outside this SALOON...(some supposedly topnotch designer 1)..So I was standing there. Grossly looking like some wet rat. The manager asked me in...

A typical gay. with loads of OOMPH and some long tresses to put REPENZEL to shame. so I went inside..and he immediately started ..PAGHING PAGHING..In French...with sm wild gestures...after a lot of hue and cries I made out...tht he was talking abt my hair...anyways my grasp on French lingo is like asking TARZAN to recite we both were unable 2 communicate on any common grounds...then don’t know why he developed this notion tht im Spanish. Therefore, he managed to bring some Spanish colleague of his in two conversations. The place started looking like some direct scene from MIND UR LANGUAGE …COMEDY SHOW.

Everybody yapping in his own way .anyways finally he brought some English speaking guy in 2action and we communicated through him...tht wht can b done with my armed with all the weapons of mass ..Sorry hair destruction or restoration. He was about to start the holy war...thn I screamed


(I thought his assistant girl was to cut and restore my hair. it ws so much against my rigid almost fanatically lunatic set of standards...tht any guy (even gay) touches my hair)...

With extreme impatience, he asked me wut..By that, time both of us, managed to master the sign lingo. So I told him WUT..I could feel he wanted to slaughter me right there and then with those scissors in his hands. So at the end, the girl came and did the work, under his extreme supervision of paghing paghing in french, with my icy glares, ready to reduce anybody in the last pathos of Antarctica, every time he used to touch my hair to tell something 2 that girl...

At the end of this award winning nautanki.they did a pretty good job and crimsonangel returned to repenzel..:)

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