This is a quest.

October 1996, a 16 year old boy gets drafted into the Pakistani squad for the four-team series as a replacement for legspinner Mushtaq Ahmed, nobody knows who he is. He debuts at no. 8 playing as a legspinner against Kenya and doesn't get to bat. The next match is against Sri Lanka, and he's instructed to go bat at no. 3 and just smash and what does he do? He scores the fastest century ever for the time being which by the way doesn't get bettered until several years later. He stuns everybody and shuts up the whole world's mouths. There was that day, and there is this day, he made Pakistan cry today, he made them emotional, sad, depressed and he gave them so much to remember. He gave them uncountable records and not to mention, a legend. Transformed into a bowler, still the bowlers feared bowling against him. Every wicket celebrated in that trademark Boom boom style, whoa. heart emoticon That's Sahibzaada Shahid Khan Afridi for you. No matter what he did

Verses coming out of his mouth while he offered the last prayer of the day at 3 AM and kept thinking about her. His mind had a specific portion reserved just for her so whatever happened or whatever he was doing, he just kept thinking about her and couldn't shift the whole focus to something. It was just another busy day for her, and just another longing for him. She had went to a wedding and he had longed to see her. And when she came back home, God knows how beautiful she looked because he didn't have any words to tell her about her appearance. She was wearing a pinkish dress with almost little lipstick and not much make up either, just as he desired. She had just come home from a wedding and her thoughts were full of their own wedding plans. They both desired each other so much that had it not been Pakistan and this little hypocritic narrow minded thinking, they would have married long ago irrelevant of their ages. This happened every now and then that they both desired

Well, I am going to be off my usual topic of love and her and mobile and life and going to write something on Pakistanis. Lack of Guidance is one of the biggest and most underrated issues in Pakistan. There is no lack of talent, that's for sure. We have a hell lot of a talent but we don't have guidelines. We don't know what to do. Business majors don't know how to do business and go on, working for banks. Electrical engineers don't innovate something, they don't inspire anybody, they just study their shit out and get a degree and then get a job of 40k per month getting bonuses and raises occasionally. Computer majors mostly work basic computer jobs which a kid with a good mind can work too. There are no Pakistani billionaires except the Zardaris, the Shareefs and a couple others. Even the millionaires are rare. Nobody wants to think big. Nobody appreciates art anymore although paintings with almost nothing on them except two colors are sold for basically millio

Bright lights, Ed Sheeran's music echoing in my ears, and eyes on the Twitter and Facebook timeline was how my Sunday started. I never knew it would be so good, Alhumdulilah. I felt so easy to be honest, she was sleeping and I was waiting for her to wake up so she could make my day and my night and my morning. Anyway, I want a BMW 7 series in white. I seriously don't know why I wrote the last line all of a sudden but I am so happy I can merely contain. I don't want to go to college now, college messes me up, college messes my routine up, it plays with my feelings and my time. I don't know, maybe I am worrying too much but I need to score more now. You know, if I need to be a mine of jewels, I need to tear myself apart. My bestfriend said to me the other day that ' Irtaqa ke liye takhreeb ki zaroorat nahi hoti. ' Which roughly translates into 'For development, you don't need to destroy.' This line brought an immediate smile to my face and I don&

Food has lost its taste. Colors have lost their shades. Drinks are just tasteless. Life has lost the colors, it's all black and white now. I don't care about how I look. Appearance doesn't matter anymore. Things that used to matter don't matter no more. Things that I used to seek are knocking on my door and I don't feel like opening. I want to be alone for a few years or days, I don't really know what's happening these days. My charm, humour, love, lust, cheekbones, everything's trying to disappear now. What remains is the numbness. This numbness is killing me, I am not happy. I am seeking what I am not ready to find yet. I want to just run away and go to an island in Hawai and chill for a few days but of course I can't do that. I want to get my focus on my studies or anything productive but I can't seem to do that either. I can't do these things but the reason is what I already know, her. She is the reason, she is the reason of this distrac

Well, the thing is I usually am on Twitter but I don't know, I needed some space and a new identity. So I created this blog and that's pretty much it. This has been by far the worst day of my life, or maybe I just feel like it. Twitter usually cures it and so does she, but one doesn't work without the other so yeah. I just fucked up the fraction I had of her by doing the one thing I promised I never would. This is like twenty percent sad, fifty persent bad and a one hundred percent depressing. I don't want people to know about this but at the same time I do crave for attention. The thing is she is off to studying and I am supposed to be too, but I can't, not in this state. And I should tell you about my state, I have slept like 7 hours in the last 48 or maybe more. I haven't eaten properly either, relying heavily on drinks for survival. I mean, she is alright but I am not and I don't know why but I feel so guilty. I told her right away but still ... It is