tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75922760318111445362024-03-13T23:40:12.287-07:00Alone in the midst of HumanityDiscovering myself more and more everyday...Akmal Zamroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08016259508638399696noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592276031811144536.post-1746028967300755382014-01-25T01:09:00.001-08:002014-01-25T01:10:13.760-08:00Illusions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The illusion of
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Unpredictable yet deceptively convincing.</div>
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When was the last
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Our short lived lives are burdened with pressure from all sides.The world is full of
people who are suffering and it is for this exact reason that a few moments of
happiness come to us. So that the world doesn't fall apart. People who endure hardships have the
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you happy in the past maybe wasn't worth the trouble at all.</div>
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Akmal Zamroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08016259508638399696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592276031811144536.post-1267288167335812252012-07-17T06:40:00.000-07:002012-07-17T06:44:13.115-07:00An Empty Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When do you actually realise that your life is empty ? When
you don’t have places to go ? When you are out of things to do ? When you have
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I spent the whole day doing nothing, absolutely nothing. I
woke up. I tried to watch T.V. but there wasn’t anything that could keep me
glued on. I tried to listen to music on my phone. That didn’t work. I tried to
watch a movie on my laptop. I fell asleep after the first 5 minutes of ‘THE DARK
KNIGHT’. Not my fault. Not batman’s either. So i just lay on my bed looking at
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I rapidly searched through my phone list, but there was no
one who i wanted to call. I guess no one wanted to call me also. Not once has
my phone rung today. Compared to the millions of calls i was got yesterday
because of a problem that happened in college. These kind of things just leave
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“ Will no one miss me when i am not around ? “ </div>
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I thought of every possible scenario where i could be doing
something that i would enjoy. It turned out that all these day-dreams ended
right where it started. The view of the ceiling.</div>
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</div>Akmal Zamroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08016259508638399696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592276031811144536.post-86939604184728982142012-03-04T05:52:00.000-08:002012-03-04T05:52:59.893-08:00WRONG TURN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes after life becomes a routine, that goes on repeating each and everyday, you need to take a break.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Akmal Zamroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08016259508638399696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592276031811144536.post-87208791358610064382012-01-17T06:27:00.000-08:002012-01-17T09:43:56.945-08:00What's in a name ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Nabeesa Zafar. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The image of a 70 year old flashes through my brain. Lying on a bed in some room in a government hospital. Not much hopes, other than a painless death.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">“On Strike! On Strike!”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> The holy chants which get any student excited about the whole day ahead. I, like my classmates, flung the bag on my shoulders and headed for the exit. Outside, the usual sights - huge crowd getting ready to chant ”Principale Murachi”, girls – lined up on the corridors catching up on all the gossip they missed during the weekend, bujis - waiting to jump the gates, so that they can go home and study. I headed towards the canteen, wanting to gulp down some of the inedible food served there. The way is blocked by two familiar looking faces. Shiyas comes upto me and asks “Eda, you have B+ blood ?” I reply with a simple nod. The next thing i know, i am on the way to the Regional Cancer Centre(RCC) in Medical College, Trivandrum.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Reached there with a couple of my friends around 11 am. Two middle aged people come greet us and take us towards the direction of the blood bank. There i was asked to fill up a form, details about my medical history. When i handed over my form to the doctor i was asked to write the patient’s names. That’s when i first heard it – </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">“Nabeesa Zafar”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The name meant nothing to me, then. I was explained the process where i had to undergo a special kind of blood donation requiring me giving only the platelets in my blood. It sounded a little different than the normal procedure and it definetely took longer. Being a first time donor, several doubts arised in my mind but i was determined not to back down.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">So i was asked to give my blood for testing and reach in the wee hours on the next day because this process took long hours for completion.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I reached RCC by 8 o’clock. Had to buy the kit and take care of somethings. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">“Akmal. Akmal Zamrood”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The nurse called out my name. Iniside a room i was taken, where there were a couple of doctors accompanied by lab technicians and nurses. All of them seemed to be studying the machine, which was to be used in the extraction. Without further due, the preps were made, and doctors asked me to relax and i could feel the syringe needle, peircing through my blood vessels and finding itself a comfort spot to stay for the next hour and a half. During the time period my blood had to go through 7 cycles. Each cycle consisting of my blood being forced into the machine, where the platelets are seperated from the rest and being pumped back into my body. Each cycle took 12.5 minutes to complete. During the whole time, i was busy thinking about people who made me happy - trying to keep my B.P. as low as possible. Finally after an hour and a half the doctor tells me that the process is finished and that i can leave. On my way out i see the bag of platelets i leave behind. 250ml of fluid that could save somebody’s life.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">As i am escorted out, the middle aged man – Faisal, comes and asks me to accompany him upto the room. I follow him without any hesitation. Upon reaching room no. 4, on the 5<sup>th</sup> floor, i enter and see a sight that moved me. Nabeesa Zafar, staring out the window. I wonder what she’s thinking.Maybe about what it is to die. Maybe how painful and unexpected death can be.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> I am greeted by her only daughter. And nabeesa asks me to sit besides her. Faisal, hands me a packet of biscuit and a mini carton of juice to drink. Nabeesa and her daughter enquire about my whearabouts. And after having a chat with them, i offer myself out.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Nabeesa Zafar. 70 years of age. Terminal cancer. Needs a transplant. But doesnt have the required platelet count.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">That’s where i fit into the story. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Till then the name meant nothing to me. But now it does.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Akmal Zamroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08016259508638399696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592276031811144536.post-32285561086461819352011-12-20T09:13:00.000-08:002011-12-20T09:21:17.304-08:00Being Myself<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;">What is wrong? Why are you so upset? Why are you trying to push me away?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the many questions people asked me in the last couple of weeks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As much as you have meant to me in the past, it doesn't make much of a difference to me, whether you like my attitude or not. It's just who i am. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Change is inevitable. I can't remain constant for the sake of being liked. I'd rather change and experience what i am capable of. So if i stare out the window, ignoring you in the process, it doesn't mean that i have anything against you. It's just that i don't care enough about you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The only people who will accept me whatever way i am, will be the one's that will stick around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's not who you are, but what you do that defines you."- BATMAN [Batman Begins]</div></div>Akmal Zamroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08016259508638399696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592276031811144536.post-37551403432409393862011-12-17T09:22:00.000-08:002011-12-17T09:30:21.191-08:00Two wheels move the soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Pas. Nicht. </span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 27px;">نہیں.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 27px;"> <span class="apple-style-span">नहीं.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 27px;"> <span class="apple-style-span">Όχι. </span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">No... <o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">You can say it in a million different ways. It doesn’t change the fact that you have been turned down. Let it be a question of asking your parents for Rs. 10 or enquiring whether you are allowed to check out a refernce book, that you really need, from the library or even proposing your love to the girl of your dreams – a no is still a ‘NO’. However, the intensity of the ‘No’ depends on how high your hopes are on getting what you just asked for. The more you hope, the more angry you get after rejection.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">“Let’s go on a trip.”<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">“Can you do something for me ?”<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">“Why..”<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I agree. You need balls to say ‘No’ to something. But you need balls of steel to listen to a person that says ‘No’ all the time, and react not even once. And lets just say i am iron man right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I didn't ask for much. 3 days outside the city. An empty apartment at our comfort. Some good food. And the company of my best friends.So much of planning. So much of hope. So much of excitement. All of it washed down the drains by the sheer simplicity of two letters that form a word – ‘No’.</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Atleast thats what he meant to say. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">It makes me wonder. Am i the one who is wrong ? Am i the one expecting too much from this imbecile? Crap. Now i am sounding like his desperate girlfriend.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Sometimes i feel as if it was never meant to be, and that all this time it was meaningless. I am glad it happened, the journey was definetely enlightening. But at the end of the day, is it not all about what you want to do? Or is it always about having fun, even if it is at someone else’s convenience.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I knew that there was a time when we would drift apart, like the continents. Just didn’t realise that it could be a heartbeat away.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I have been half-minded till now. But now i know. I have learnt that ultimately all that i have is myself to live with.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Life comes down to a lot of questions.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">But you only have two choices.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Yes<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Or<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">‘NO’.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div></div>Akmal Zamroodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08016259508638399696noreply@blogger.com0