Grey Is The God of Blurred Lines.

It has always been a debatable argument that in what line spectra do majority of us lie. People are a lot many shades of VIBGYOR. If you really think of it they are a lot many shades of a lot many colors, but mostly humans lie either in the black or white arena of the spectra. Or at least that is what they would like to believe.

But the hard hitting realty is just like a big grey boulder which pulls you out of your comfort zone and you realize that there is no black or white but only grey.

The most honest lot that lies in the black and white, right and wrong, accepting and rejecting category is the kids. I mean think of it this way, they are the only people who will tell you to your face that you are an ugly human being or that you are beautiful. They get the most honest of the vibes and always stick to their white or black.

The most grayish people, and I don’t mean Christian grey sorts of grey but, the diplomatic, the cant-pick-a-side, the sulk in shadow kind of grey are us adults, or at least that is what you call people who no longer want to be a part of an honest reality. We pick grey because it’s easy; it’s easier to simply be the crowed rather than a face in the crowed.

Here the argument could be that we always take a stand for what we believe in. Thinking of it this way the shade grey is rather deceptive. Grey , you might think is like walking on straight line but actually there is always this probability of it to switch, it goes from light to dark and back to light within a short span.

I say, grey is the god of blurred lines because it is where it’s the most easy to get lost, to lose yourself in the process of blending in. Black and white is challenging and abstract, the blur of grey is easy and beautiful.

Snowy Rahi


Art Challenge : Day 5

And here is the post of art challenge day 5! i am enjoying to see your increasing love and submission for this game. Thankyou people for all the admiration and support. So far so good! keep up the good work guys!

photo by : Snowy Rahi. And these are the few things without whose presence in my room the winter atmosphere seems incomplete. rather the pen and diary is an inseperable part of my being lately so it had to be on “something in my room.”

photo by anonymous. Well what more does a room needs to be perfect? this person has the most interesting aura. With a blend of music and books this seemes to be one of the perfect ambiance for a place to chill in.

photo by Miss Habiba. and these fairy lights seems to light up the room and heart alike. Ain’t it pretty watching these artificial fireflies?

sketch by Miss Afreen Fatima. her bag seems to be the most noticeable thing in her room for  her. I wonder all the things that are kept inside it that makes its existence so interesting !

photo by Mr Dutt. Well staying away from home apparently its his last speck of hope for entertainment and to kill time.

photo by Mr Shashank Gupta. His music speakers are an amazing and prized possession that he would like to flaunt. But then if you have it, why not flaunt it? 😛

photo submission by Miss Sahar Khan. Her beautiful wall paintings done by her redefine the norms of room decorations! kuddos girl. Its indeed a beautiful art work.

Miss Tazeen sends a collage of all the things that pretty much make up her room to this cosy nook in her house. Hat’s off to your creative mind and its creations!

photo submission by Street photography of aligarh. And in the darkest corners seeps in the brightest of lights. this picture is a perfect example of that.

photo submission by Miss Sabahat Zaidi. Her artwork is beautifully displayed on the wall of her room adding to its beauty and charm.

photo by Miss Yashfeen Fatima. Her dream catcher is her prized display art craft that also shoo’s away all her bad dreams and let her have a sound goodnight or mid day sleep 😛

photo submission by Mr Kamran. He does seem to have a lot to study . its good to see the mixture of language that comprise his book collection. Its getting rearer by the day. Good collection boy!

photo submission by Mr Rahil. his connection with almighty is beautifully displayed in all his submissions 🙂

sketch submission by miss Bushra Fatima. Her life and her room summed up in one sketch. Well this is a very good submission girl ! i like the working of your brain 😉

sketch submission by miss Arshi Zeba. Indeed, nothings calms you down more than the verse of the Qura’an. A beautiful sketch.

photo by Miss Fateen. And the beauty of the walls of her room is enhanced by her painting.

photo by Haifa Kulsum. This seems to be showing heights of creativeness in her room’s ambiance.

photo submission by Miss Soumya Abidi. one sentence for her submission. I cant believe you sent this.

photo submission by miss Choudhary .Probably the most bright , colerful and well oriented wall of a room that i have come across in a really long time!

Photo submission by Hammad Uz Zafar. Ever seen walls speaking this loud ? I am Turing into a big big fan of your work.

here is the last submission for day 5. Submission by Miss Mariam Tariq. Its potraying her beautiful creation on her wall. keep up the good work girl!


With this the day 5 comes to a wrap up.

Topic for Day 6 : Dream Destination. paint your heart out! send the most beautiful and unusual of clicks with a write up and do the most crazy of edits! tell the world what your heart craves. All the best folks !

Art Challange : Day 3

Submission by miss Zabi. Here is a beautiful doodling piece done by her within it’s intricate patterns lie it’s beauty! Well done girl. It’s amazing to see such zeal.

My my my here we have a submission by miss Afreen Fatima! I can see that her love for Taylor Swift is irrevocable and she paints this love with the red of her lip shade. Pretty out of the box thing !

Sketch by Hammad Uz zafar. The depth. The pain. The blood . If any thing else could speak more of the trouble and pain of the human heart then let that be brought forth. Syed sahab your work is just splendid !
Painting by Habiba . For the girls in veil hides everything beneath their cloak but their eyes betray them. Beautiful art work! Keep the creativity flowing girl!
Another anonymous submission comes our way. It’s good to see the girls playing it bold . Bleed red . If society creeps out then it’s their problem not yours as it is who could compete with his creation which bleeds for 7 days a month and yet plays the game of life the toughest!
Write up by miss Shamaila Fatima. Words that need to be listened to !
Photo by mr Sahil. The bright red in the sky just adds more to the beauty of it. A reminder that even if your life canvas Is dark , it’s never too late to paint it red 😉
Phenomenal calligraphy by miss Mariyam Tariq. Because a girl knows how to set her curvs right 😉
Photo submission by mr Rahil . Ain’t it nature captured at it’s best?! Kudos !
Painting by Miss Yashfeen Fatima. She says she is enjoying and wants to keep playing along !
Write up by Mr Kamran.
Sketch by Mr Dutt. Ah! Indeed the red of the heart is the deepest and bleeds the longest. Keep up the good work !
Photo submission by Mr Shashank Gupta. The glitter and shine and shimmer after all it’s something about red that engulfs the dark and brightens the rest!
Photo submission by Mr Siraj. He says it’s his old school bag 😋

Photo by Miss Tazeen. ” This is the only red in my life these days” were her words for her geography file. I feel for you girl 😅
The red of my lips the colour of my heart and everything else that seems to make this world a better place to live in includes a women in it’s parameters . Maya Angelou rightly said ” I am a women phenomenally , phenomenal women. That’s me !” . Photo submission by Miss Soumya Abidi.
Words should never be imposed on pictures that speak volumes. And so I will keep mum. Miss Fateen has done a splendiD job indeed 💜
Photo and edit by Mr Amir. Such class edits are needed to seen more often. Keep playing !

Every relationship has ups and downs. There are times when one feels let down by the other. And its that guilt which haunts the former. For me red is betrayal. For me red is pain. For me red is something which I don’t want to see in other’s life. Sketch and write up by Mr Rameez.

Another anonymous submission. Such beauty, thankyou dear without for letting your words add a little bit of red to our lives .
Sketch of a rose by miss Nawira Rafi. A diamond might be forever but a rose is for a lifetime spent together ❤️
Sketch submission by miss Sabahat Zaidi. That painful moment when your cellular device shows this sign ! Am I right or am I right 😁
And finally, I decided to put myself at work and produce something that could be called creative . So what do you all think of this photograp ?

And with this amazing art collection Day 3 comes to an end. Topic for day 4 : Friendship.

Art Challange : Day 2!

So the topic for day two was “something or someone you dislike” and my my people have come up with such creativity and strong messages that are splendid. It’s great to see that people are enjoying this game as much as me! Keep playing people and keep that silly grin on your face !

Here is a sketch by Mr Seraph Dutt that speaks the language of the lungs and the air! Keep up the good work sir ! 

And here is a click by Mr Siraj ! Well now I am sure 9 out of ten of us will agree that we did loath math as long as we had it . So mr Siraj keep your faith strong you will get past it sir 😉

Talking about depth are we ? Here is an amazing click and edit by miss Soumya Abidi. Her words speak the depth of current world situation .

“My art says it all” are the words of miss Tazeen who has submitted this art work of her’s . Indeed such depth of dislike don’t need the support of empty words.

With sketch and doodling and words miss Habiba has done it all to portray her dislikes! 

The dreadful lizard it is! Miss Yashfeen Fatima’s creativity makes this ugly creature Look beautiful ! But indeed we won’t forget that you dislike it !

Sketch by mr Hammad Uz Zafar . He dislikes the fact that no matter how hard he tries he can’t get her off his mind !

Miss Nawira Rafi hates the sight of this parasitic insect 🙈 and I am sure a lot many of us will agree to her !

Write up by Mr Kamran.

Another no smoking lover is here! A sketch by miss Aayushi Bharadwaj.

Write up by miss Afreen Fatima .

Here is a photo submission by me Shashank Gupta. Apparently it’s studies that he dislikes the most. But then again who likes to study eh!?

So people by this we come to an end to the submissions of day 2 ! I am sorry for not being able to put up my submission . Trust me I am not as lazy as people who know me might say I just have been over flooded with work recently ! But no more excuses I promise to be regular from day 3! 
The topic for DAY 3 : “something RED” . Go crazy, go creative , let your heart paint everything with your creative hand RED ! 

The 30 days art challenge! : DAY 1

I started this 30 days art challenge to kill the blue in my life. It was time for colours and words and all sorts of art form to fill up my gaps. So I thought why to do it alone? Why give everyone a task to scratch their rusting brains and put them to work. As it is your creativity speaks volume about your personality! 

Here is my first blog in relation to the topic of DAY 1 : 

” something I can’t live without” 

From throughout the globe I got entries. Entires which were logical to entries which were too bold for the taste of our society to those which spoke volume about a person’s heart finally to the funniest out outputs that the mind could come up with. But none the less I was happy that everyone had something to put forth and be a part of this game. 

Remember people : we are here to enjoy and not to judge. So please be supportive and keep playing !

Doodling by Afreen Fatima! Portraying the little things she can’t live without. 

Image: a picture which tells how mr siraj can’t live without his box of chocolates! Boys and their ways I tell you 😋

Here is a poem you must read. By Aayushi Bharadwaj. It’s her mr ‘him’ that she can’t live without.

 Image: here is an anonymous submission but I sure can tell you it’s a girl! Way to go , she sure has a logical creative side 😅

Submission by mr Rameez, he says it’s his wall display. Well surly it points out all that the hearts of our generation desire !

Ccaligraphy by miss Asma Imam. Hope is the word we all clutch to so indeed it’s not possible to live without it.

sketch by miss Alina Siraj ! Her heels and she are never apart it appears. 

Sketch by mr Seraph Dutt. For him it’s his will to never give up and always move forward ! Inspired. 

And it’s a droplet of water by miss Tuba Raza . Definitely we cannot live without this!

Another anonymous entry ! Well her art being bold says it all. I am sure the girls might agree cuz ain’t it the truth 😁

“I wept at age 18, 

My letter wasn’t there, 

I’d been waiting since the day i got to know what i want to be, 

It was late mid night, and i was lost

The night was full of sad vibes and broken Heart. 

Dreams and hopes were cutting the heart, 

Like an author had a knife and was tearing a soul apart.

A cracky voice of openning the door, a voice full of hopes, 

And father was there with a clean paper and a pen. 

Asked me to draw my desired life there.

One false line, a scratch, a mistake. Unerasable. So obscure by adding million other tracings, blend it. Cover over. 

But the false scratch remains. And shinning as gold blood line. “

*A desire for a perfect life* written and subbimited by miss Isha Chaudhary.

Painting by miss Soumya Abidi. Do I need say more about a picture that speaks volume in itself?

And mr Saqib Baba says .it’s her he can’t live without !

Write up by miss Ruba Lamaan. Her words speak volume!
Beautiful painting by miss Tazeen Faridi. It’s LOVE she can’t live without!

Painting by miss Yashfeen Fatima. It’s my it classy the way she portrayed her true love for water ❤️

Miss Hifa Azam put forth her sketch of wanderlust. It’s that she can’t do without. Damn how did I not think of this? 

Sketch of miss Nawira Rafi can’t live without her music love !

Picture and edit by Mr Shashank Gupta. It’s burger he can’t live without !

Something I cannot live without, they ask!  

I have been asked to write about ‘something I cannot live without’ by a person who has lately started writing and has proved to be one of the finest pens of my age in our campus –I do not know how! It was about some thirty-day game with different topics each following day that the participants have to write on and to my knowledge this, perhaps is the first topic.

So, for ‘something I cannot live without’, I am too lazy to sit and think. I’d rather be practical and write the very first thoughts –sequence wise of course, that comes to my mind while I sit typing on my Dell Vastro 15 which my father bought for me (and for my brother) recently.

When I was a kid of fifteen and a student of eighth grade, I had a huge crush on one of my classmate and she was really a darling. Today, all I could remember about her is of some beautiful smiles, black earrings, and a pink handkerchief which used to carry in her left hand –always, her red cheeks after she finished crying for some weird reasons, her watery eyes that compelled me to fall for her and a textbook of mine that she had finished for me. That was a time when I believed that I cannot live without her. I followed her back to her home every day after the school was over and then waited for the next morning so as to see her again in the school. I stupidly got into I-want-your-notes kind of business with her and never missed a chance to bring a smile on her face. I seriously had some supernatural power of humor then, and sarcasm now, I strongly feel sometimes. Soon everyone (the boys) of our class knew about her charm on me. Later the girls of the class were enlightened with this piece of information and lastly she too came to know about it –about me, I wanted to say. Nevertheless, only a fool like me would not know about this divine enlightenment of my classmates. Soon we were in tenth grade and I had to leave that school and that city for my own strange reasons and I had to confess (I should have used the word propose but I feel shy) her about my feelings for her. I chose March 22, 2013 –the most suitable day to commit this sin. The word sin is intentionally used as to tell you that reflecting any hint of charm and attraction for opposite gender in that age and in a city like ‘Azamgarh’ was truly a sin! Azamgarh is more like Aligarh where people do not accept anything as it is. One either has to fight the society or has to commit these ‘sins’ in dark! Anyway, came the 22nd day of March in the thirteenth year of 21st century with its own importance in my life –firstly I had my Biology board exams which I failed and secondly I had to confess my feelings to that girl. Feeling, as they is bound by nothing, it fears nothing nor it accepts bribes. I since-such-a-looser-I-am was unable to execute my plans that the chapter of ‘her’ ended ever since. It ended in a slow pace –screwing the next two years of my life with a gross change in my behavior and perception towards the society. In no less than two years I came to know that I have lived without her for two years and am capable enough to live without her ever after.

How easily people define love in Indian society has always been a sour gulp of poison for me! Defining love is not possible is what I believe. A person in love has no time to arrange letters into words and then arrange those words into sentences, to define love. Love is faith, far from any logic. Love is passion, away from everything else. Love is patience, invisible to the world. Love is love, always in search of love. By the age of eighteen I had grown up as a boy who had to write, and write. I hated visiting my relatives and preferred to avoid family gatherings. Life was all in between the pen’s nip and diary’s skin. The first thing I completed writing was a story about a boy who wanted to die. It was a dark plot and that darkness made me darker from within. I started believing a plot written by my own self as true and was obsessed with the boy’s character so much that I started living alone. If I tell you truth, I must tell you that initially it was not an obsession. I acted as if I was the ‘boy’. Perhaps because the boy’s future was in my hands and I had all rights to erase his pasts and write a new one. A part of me too wanted to erase its past and write a new one. It grew into obsession. A strange darkness I could see in everything; an unknown sadness in every eye, my eyes met. I found loneliness in smiles. I heard silent cries in laughs. It brought a mixed feeling of contentment in me. I felt satisfied, my soul seemed satisfied. I started loving the ‘boy’! Meanwhile I had come to Aligarh and to live at this city for a few next years of my life. In Aligarh I lived in a hostel which accommodated no less than eight hundred students from different corners of the nation. It seemed to me like a market, with so much rush. Hard to find was peace, and places where nobody could find me. The ‘boy’ in me wanted to stay alone. I tried to discover loneliness in my hostel but each corner was either occupied by love-birds busy on phone or high-men occupied with grasses! Soon, the part of me that compelled me to act like the ‘boy’ of my plot started feeling weak. I smiled while people laughed and the boy resisted. With time I started laughing when people laughed and the ‘boy’ stayed silent. He died somewhere in me. I, a few months ago, had a belief that I cannot live without that ‘boy’, though I lived without him all those while. It was an illusion, a mind’s play, an imagination that faded.

As of now, what I believe and want my readers to believe is that I or anyone in that case can live without anything. What is more important to a human life is Oxygen followed by water and food. Oxygen, with no doubt is the only thing you cannot live without. And now I am least concerned about concluding this passage rather am I thinking of the reasons I failed my Biology board exams!

-Sharjeel Usmani   

Sumaiyya Fatima can’t live without trees . The kid said it right . Time for a wake up call people !

And last but not the least . It’s the feel of winters that I can’t live without !
P.S the topic for day 2 is ” something or someone you dislike ” keep playing , keep it clean and keep it interesting !!

Daily Prompt: Complicated

via Daily Prompt: Complicated

For the most complicated things tend to hold a certain gripping beauty towards them. have you seen the jigsaw puzzle? how beautifully the piece slide from one place to another and they keep on sliding until the puzzle is completed. that complicated thing when sorted gives a peace  of mind that an uncomplicated thing would never have. its not that simple things aren’t beautiful, its just the complicated things makes your mind stir and forces you to come up with a solution to make the most ugly situations turn beautiful. as it is , its not until you face a thunderstorm that you appreciate the beauty of a rainbow.


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