Heart of hearts

There has to be a reason to feel depressed about. 

Depression for unknown cause is a disorder. 

The funny side is I feel better when I avoid acknowledging the reason. Running away in other terms.

Though in my heart of hearts I know everything. There could be moments of smiles and laughter, joy and amusement but in the end the day finishes off with a tenderness unseen.

There are losses and lessons, that's what life is all about.

Just yesterday we as a nation lost an asset.

تجھ کو کتنوں کا لہو چاہیے اے ارض وطن 

Dr. Javed I Kazi was assassinated. He was the master mind of renal pathology in Pakistan. When senior pathologists used to stuck up in any case regarding kidney diseases, they looked at him for the solution. A teacher, a mentor and above all a good human. We lost him and buried all the treasures of knowledge too. 

And then people ask me why am I depressed?

There got to be reason to feel low.

Some are being being admitted, some remain unsaid.




Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

ڈر لگتا ہے

اس قدر خاموشی ہے ،ڈر لگتا ہے  من میں سوۓ شور سے ڈر لگتا ہے تیرے آ کر پھر جانے کا وہ جاں کن لمحہ  تیرے آ کر پھر جانے سے ڈر لگتا ہے  رت جگوں کے رنگ ہیں پھیلے  آنکھوں میں  خشک آنکھوں کے در کھلنے سے ڈر لگتا ہے  وہ  جو ہونے اور نہ ہونے کے درمیان ہے   شہر میں پھیلی ایسی  وبا سے ڈر لگتا ہے   ڈاکٹرنازش امین  
Read more

Mustansar Hussain Tarar . (A gesture of gratitude on 75th birthday)

I had to rush. Time was rushing too. It was a lovely February morning in Karachi, Pakistan. The smooth chilled breeze at the sea shore was refreshing to the core. The lush green lawn of this elegant hotel located by the sea was filled with people of diversification. I reached at the edge of the small flight of stairs that was leading to the vast expense of lawn. Sheema kirmani was performing on the stage and the echoes of the shadow were visible on the larger than life screen. I looked for him. But that was absurd. It was impossible to find anyone in this crowd. So I decided the next best thing. I moved towards the hall specified for his session. Room 007. There wasn't anyone there yet except for a cute couple (later found out to be his dedicated fans and my newly acquired friends). I selected the best seat with the best view of the stage. And silently, began waiting. Slowly the crowd moved in and the hall was full in no time. My pulse ran higher and I began to have palpitations
Read more