Cold Feet, Smoking Chimneys and Sleevless Heavenly Bodies!

I am focused on what I am after
The key to the next open chapter
Cause I found a way to steal the sun from the sky
Long live that day that I decided to fly from the inside

(Shinedown – Fly from the inside)

Here’s the weight of the world on my shoulders. Four straight late night wedding appearences a.k.a back vertical drop slammer, I would cliff jump any day. I have lost all my fear of heights. All because of the wedding. The only thing that scared me of being high (and I mean from the sea level) was that it would really be cold up there and a lack of the perfect mix of oxygen, nitrogen and various burnt and un-burnt hydrocarbons, that constitute the familiar fresh air of my home town. Now that fear remains with me no more, I have seen people feel cold far more than I do. The last night of the wedding, was last night! And we had a ball of a time, the function went smoothly, and we had nothing at all to do with it, which could be one of the reasons for it being smooth. We sat, for once, on a round table, for a bit, had a chat, met the newly wed couple, told the poor old chap to smile, something that he had been doing unavoidably so for the past three days and then we decided to go out for a smoke.

Damn.

It was very cold.

Let me rephrase that.

It was as cold as it can be in Lahore, while standing still and doing nothing. The hands that rocked the cigarettes back and forth were frozen beyond mobility. Man was made to realize the importance of FIRE and respect the concept of Hell (and women) in its totality. One cannot and should not judge the divine. God, reportedly has made a little place with loads of Fire, after last night, I think a lot of sinners would be fearing the time, that God decided that Hell should after all freeze over and be just cold. NOT HOT, JUST COLD.

I know it is irrelevant, pain, whatever sort it may be, as long as it inflicts you is painful. Does it matter whether it is a toothache or renal failure? Of course one might be more embarrassing to explain to the doc than the other. For example, the dude who (as reported by a reliable source, a.k.a the doc herself) went to the MAO Hospital emergency ward, and refused to any treatment by the lady doctor. He had to in the end, because other than her, the most experienced person on board was the cat that had been scampering around for the past two years in the emergency ward (yes this is a still developing country, where by development means the act of stillness).

So anyways, the poor guy turned out to be right, it was embarrassing and he did have a very vital part stuck in a very small ring. WHY? Because at one time it fit, and then due to the vagrant nature of the male anatomy (some parts really do have a mind of their own), it decided to……. Not fit. Talk about getting stuck in a vicious circle.

Well, to get back to the wedding and the height of coldness. Last night was beautiful, I saw people actually airborne, two to three inches at times, it was really that cold and they were really quivering THAT hard. Smoking is BAD for you. I doubt it is the smoke that gives you all those diseases, I think it is the hiding outside, in inhuman weather to smoke that gives you all those things. Also, note to self, Women, should really be ruling instead of Men, I mean they looked goooood. I love all women…well almost, I don’t like the socialist elitist women, but that is another discussion. Yes, women, lovely, SLEEVELESS SHIRTS!!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….yes, it makes my head spin faster and hotter than mercury spins around the sun. It sends shivers and thoughts of Man’s inferiority down my spine and then up it again. SLEEVELESS. It is not that they looked sexy or really beautiful (which some did) that rocks, it was the freezing weather, in which they looked so serene. I have seen women brave hot weather with a smile on their face, but that was ALSO with the same dresses. HOW do you girls do that? That is why I want to get married, to learn first hand, too seek out the art of ignoring bad weather, something that even Japanese martial artists cant teach you. To learn, before I die, what lies beneath that (hopefully) creamy skin?

*snap!

Ok…back to reality.

The walima was good, the function went smooth, and we got pictures taken with cold feet, runny red noses which will be a lot blurry because we were vibrating like big upside down, twin bladed tuning forks. We ate food, to fuel the inner fire, some even had fried fish with the sweets, yes, the fish was very good. Then we all went home, after a cup of coffee at 2.00 in the morning, which means we got home at around 3.00 and all the coffee meant that we stayed awake all night.

*”Anything that you have to hide from your parents can’t really be very good for your health, however it doesn’t mean that it would be otherwise if you started telling them about your activities”. Quote – Book of D.

Foggy Nights Tea Cups and Boxer Shorted Escapades

Last night it was the first really nice full of fog and rain …night. I absolutely loved it. I hear it is never foggy in the desert and despite this lovely weather, here I am, sitting in the office, doing nothing. Nothing at all.

Last night was fun, my room is about a half a kilometer open air trek from the ground floor, it was about three in the morning when I decided I would not be able to get much sleep and got up, waded through the string of dirty mugs, and other stuff that lies around on my bedroom floor. I distinctly remember some of those things moving off their own accord, but hey, it’s so cold, who cares. Also, memo to self, sleeping in boxers alone is all good, waking up in them and getting out of bed. Not so cool. Things shrink. May create mental imbalances and fuel Freudian complexes in lesser individuals. Do not try if you are faint of the heart.

Finally found a decent piece of clothing, decent enough so that I wouldn’t get frost bite, and made my way through the forests of mists and fog to the kitchen downstairs, made myself a cup of tea which required patience and frequent quivering. Turns out that when it is really cold, all you have to do is put the spoon in the mug and the sugar is stirred and the tea cup looks resembles a whirlpool.

Now once you get to the roof, in the Fog, and the eyes can’t really see beyond two meters, one realizes that that is exactly how he has lived all his life. With a limited sight, and anything or anyone that leaves the peripheral vision is left behind. The smell of the Fog is amazing though. It feels strange, as if you are breathing in something that is very much alive and the taste lingers on your taste buds.

And then the memories start chasing you down, of strange things and happenings, of all that is shrouded in more than just this mist that you can see, that you can sift through, of things that are below a more metaphoric Fog, hidden, clawing and scratching away at the cobwebs that pesky little spiders have knit around them. They can’t ever come out, its part of life I guess, and the way it moves and treats you. The past experiences and the shadows, always come out and speak in a way that you actually think for an instance that you can hear what they are saying. It is so good to know that you have more good memories than bad ones, but it takes courage to look beyond the ugly.

The Ugly are lighter and get more attention, men, maybe even women (I have no idea) are pretty shallow when it comes to pain and grievances. We always seem to remember the harder times, spend more time complaining about them, but hardly ever jump for joy enough. I think we should jump for joy every time we get an opportunity to do so. In fact I am jumping right now.

Yes, did my jumping, another memo to self, put the tea cup down before jumping, for the joy lasts not long lest ye put thy cup down. The hand the rocks the cup, burns and despite what people and culture and the bloody philosophers say, the physical scars remain and time doesn’t always heal them, the psychological scars are ones that I do not really care about. Why? Cause I am not built that way. Oh, I might have them, everyone does, but if you really put into the perspective of, Hey! I am going to die in…I don’t know when, then the worries that plagued your mind till then, should really vanish. I think one should care more of what the future holds, not worry much about the past, think about it , yes, please do, but learn from it as much as possible. Learn from other people’s experiences, trust me, you cannot have all the experiences that ten of your friends had separately. If you manage to do all that successfully, call me up and tell me. My current contact number is +923008485933.

If you don’t then keep trying, and one day you shall learn all that is to learn about life, and then it will be time to go. So, some would advocate having fun, loads of it, doing everything that morality, theology and other ologies deny you. But I don’t give a damn about such theories. I say, one should have moral and civic and religious values. Not because they support you, not because they give you excuses for being weak. Being human is excuse enough to need support and care and love and pity and hate and anger or happiness and all the emotions that shift shape faster than a doppelganger. I say we need values because other wise you and I or the person next to you is nothing better than a stray dog, or hyena or some other wild animal. Rather, more like a Pig, because it is a fact that only Pigs; other than human beings, have sex and food upon whim and want and not need to procreate but because they like it and want to have it there and then. So we would be a bunch of STD Infested, gluttonous, two legged stuffed mouthed fornicating PIGS, wouldn’t Pink Floyd just love that.