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

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Wake Up!

What do you do when your heart is not at peace with your mind?

I mean I am literally waiting for a reply from the other side of the screen, from a stranger or a friend, just to calm this tornado which is building up inside me.

If I think things through then I would conclude that these disastrous feeling are not the outcome of a sudden outrage or a sudden punch that hit me hard in my stomach waking me up. These emotions have been building up and a lot of things rather events have been contributing in feeding my restless mind. I mean no matter how or what I read, no matter who I talk to, no matter what I watch, the hunger of my mind is just increasing by the hour.

I am sure all of you are well aware of the catastrophes that have surrounded us. I mean if you haven’t then perhaps you are the people who lay on the line of ‘ ignorance is blissful’ , at least you get to sleep in your warm beds not having to worry about the blood that is being spilled on the distant regions of this world. Not having to worry about the pillows soaked with tears or towels used to wipe blood. You are free from the nightmares of hearing a child scream, whose shrill cry turns into oblivion under the falling of the roof which was supposed to protect her. You are at peace because you do not know the compromising situations a female has to face because she owns a vagina and a man with that extra extension of his flesh feels that he is entitled to punish her for the mistakes she never committed. But because she is a woman she has to be punished in some way or the other so the man might as well get some hideous sort of pleasure out of it.

Are the blinds on your windows so thick that you can’t hear the sirens outside?

Okay so I watched this movie long- long back. And it portrayed how the Jews were burned alive in gas chambers. How in the name of concentration camps they were burned like wood. Well there used to be these sirens whose sound was generated by the power created from those burning bodies. Of lately I have been hearing these sirens, the sound coming from somewhere at the back of my hostel. I know that these sirens mean something else but then my mind can’t help but co relate the two. And it’s because people decided not to pull the blinds off their windows the world witnessed a holocaust. Perhaps the world is not yet pleased and wants more.

It could be the event of Palestine or perhaps the Orlando gay club event? It could have been Syria or was the new coined term “Islamophobia” is the thing that triggered these emotions? It could have been the fact that the girls in my institution, that claims to be an English medium, can very well write English but cannot converse in the same and feel ashamed when they must.  I mean who am I to say anything right?

I get to choose what I do in my life. I choose what I study, who are my friends, I can talk fluently in English, I have a loving family, people always surround me, I am cosy in my house safe under its roof and I am never alone. Who am I to say anything on the matters that do not concern me! How can I be a muslim woman and yet stand for and with what I feel is morally right? This is absurd! Right? They will probably use the term “modern Muslim” but perhaps they forget that the wife of Prophet (S.A.W) was the most modern lady of her times. She was an independent business woman and rejected many a marriage proposals till she finally found the one.

It pains me when I feel my hands are cut and I can’t do a thing. Then I open my laptop and start writing. I write because it helps. I write because I don’t know what else to do. I see pain, trouble; hate oh so much HATE around me that I want to scream and pull everyone and ask them to wake up! Wake up before it’s too late. Wake up before there is no scope for you to witness a sunrise that causes your awakening. Wake up and realize that the blood in your veins is the blood that is being spilled. I know it’s a lot of politics and some might say it’s for a greater cause and we humans are just tiny nimsickle particles who should not hinder in such huge matters.  

I could be called a creep by many when I say I smell blood when I step a foot outside. I don’t like the world I am living in. I don’t accept to be helpless and believe that it’s God’s will because trust me no God will cause destruction of its own creation. Destruction to such a level that it cannot be mended! It’s the sick creation of the creator that is willing to cause a physical, psychological and environmental damage that will take years to recover.

 I am waking up but I don’t like the truth that my eyes are witnessing.

~ SNOWY RAHI

Conflicting Love.

Things get really complicated if you read. I mean you start comparing and wanting those characters to come to life! For me , being a  bibliophile, I would want an ” AGUSTUS WATERS” to appear magically out of the blues and say ” It will be a pleasure getting my heart broken by you” . Or if you don’t read but you do follow up soap operas like “FRIENDS” then all you wish for is YOUR Chandler Bing to appear in the coffee house that you often visit, waiting to become friends then best friends and finally lovers. Unfortunately life is not a fairytale and prince charming don’t appear wearing an Armour to protect you from this savage world.

Living in the era where love is often replaced by lust and warm kisses are turning into a one time hook up culture, it is deadly to be an old school romantic.

 

Is it too much to seek a friend in a lover ?

To want to go crazy in their presence and not to be judged once.

To wear pajamas, sweatshirts or a beautiful evening gown and each time he has an honest love filled remark for you. Be it “you look awful” ( but full of giggles, followed by tight hugs and cheek kisses. Making you know that you are still adored.)  Or ” Damn , seeing you in that just takes my breath away ” ( with a lot more of love in his voice than lust, with a notation of him being proud of the human that you are  individually before you are his or anybody else’s) 

To stand by your love against all foolish convictions that the society has to put up. ” That girl has too many boys hovering around her – must be a slut”, ” that boy smokes, what values was he brought up with” or even better ” She wears short cloths, she must have no character what so ever”. To stand by your love against them. To accept your love the way it is and not wanting to be influenced by how would society want it to be. 

To be her friend more than anything.For She would always turn to a friend when her heart is at a loss of words or her soul is shattered on the ground. She always turns to her friends when she wants to implement a stupid idea or have the most random est of 2am unplanned coffee breaks. Be there, listen like a friend. Be there, support her through it all. BE THERE for if she has to be someone else in front of you just to please you, she will lose herself and you will lose the one love you fell for. Be there because she will be there as well.

To shout and scream and be loud will push her away. Talk, but the way you would want her to talk to you as well. Would your petty little male ego bear it if she did the same? Trust me, she has the shrillest and loudest of voice. Don’t let that Wind turn into a tornado.

Love her the way she loves you.Being romantic is never old school. Be with her for who she is and not what you can turn her into. Fall in love with her mind before exploring her body. If you still think you can respect the lady in front of you after knowing all of her, only then my friend move ahead because no love is satisfactory if it has the tag of TERMS AND CONDITIONS applied to it.

~ SNOWY RAHI

 

 

Checklist of a Restless Soul.

  • When in the midst of a crowded street even the loudest of sounds turn into oblivion due to the conflicting voices of your mind and heart , know that your soul is restless.
  • When even after pouring your heart out into another vessel. Hoping that the liquid of restlessness will flow out from this vessel of a body into the other and give you some relief. Sadly it is a lost case.
  • When the pressure of the known and the unknown gets too much to bear and you know not what will quench the thirst of your soul. You lie awake at 3 am in your warm bed that sends the coldest of shivers down your spine. 
  • When the tears escape your eyes at the most unexpected moments and wiping away just increases the intensity of their cascade. 
  • When the most unknown yet genuine of touch makes you want to burst like a bubble and engulf in their warm and welcoming aura, leaving behind your dark, restless and unwelcoming one.
  • When nothing seems wrong if it will sooth your crushed soul and yet every wrong thing pricks you worse than before. That never ending conflict between pleasure and morality. 
  • When all you want to do is cut out the people who have failed you, without them knowing that they have.
  • When self harm looks as a bright prospective and facades seem to be coming to rescue.
  • When the world is busy with playing its part in your existence and you are trying to shut it out with all your might.
  • When all is said and done and yet your soul craves to get its last flight.

 

~ SNOWY RAHI

Art Challenge : Day 7

This days post are going to be my personal Favourite ! As it is I’d rather fall in love with words than people. Gives me assistance of my heart’s safety. So as the post itself consists of words, I won’t be intruding them by my words and steal their beauty. Great going gang ! Keep playing and keep it interesting. Let the artist in you breath and live and flourish. 

Here are the submission by people . Some of the write ups are originally written by the sender and some are quotes and write ups that they liked and want to share. So read with zeal, you might come across something that could be your new wallpaper!


Submission by Yashfeen Fatima.


Here is a tribute to Hammad Uz Zafar’s cat . Who Died last year. In it’s rememberance. 


Write up by Naila


Submission by Sahar Khan.


Submission by Siraj.


Write up by Shamaila Fatima. Translation ” The value system which you go around preaching , is it so weak that it gets wounded by even the tiniest of rebellious particles ?” 


Write up by Soumya Abidi


Submission by Afreen Fatima.


Submission by Dutt.


Submission by Rahil. 


Write up by Tazeen.


Submission by Amir Pashtun


Submission by Rahi. A piece from the alchemist.

By this day 7 comes to an end ! Great job fellas ! 

Topic Day 8 : Something/ Someone you miss. You can submit it with your name or anonymously . All the best !

Art Challenge : Day 6

Dream destination . Everyone has that urge to travel. To see as far as eyes allow and smell the wonders of the worlds delicacies and reach the sky as high as the mountains permit and yet travel beyond those infinite undefined lines.   


Write up by miss Afreen Fatima ! 

Calligraphy by miss Yashfeen Fatima . world of Disney is something that she fantises about ! Prince and their palaces is perhaps every girls dream place 😋


Photo by Mariyam Tariq . Hill stations always have their way. The calm , the peace , the never ending green cascade covering hills and that sailing on top of clouds mountain tops ! 


Photo submission by Mr Amir Pashtun. Look Inside, The Hayat Baksh Bagh, which means “Life-bestowinggarden”, is the largest of the gardens in the Red Fort in Delhi. Architecture: Ustad Ahmad Lahauri Location: Red Fort, The Hayat Baksh Bagh, Delhi .


Write up by miss Shamaila Fatima.


And Miss Zabi is back with her amazing doodling work !from the minute details to the words, her art work says it all! 


Photo,calligraphy, presentation and edit by Soumya Abidi. Well girl is there something left? So much effort and a master piece is created ! One of the best submissions till date. Keep up the fine work ! 


Photo by Arshi Zeba. Away from this world full of smog and dirt and dust. Into a beautiful sunset coloured arena is what everyone of us craves currently . A beautiful picture indeed.


Photo submission by Bushra. No place like home. For indeed the beauty of the sky never feels more homely and never acts more of a roof then when you are sitting on the ground of the place you call home. 


Photo by Samreen. The wast and open meadows are what calles her. To run with naked feet on that great grass and then to collapse on its ground and just giggle and laugh like a carefree innocent child.

Photo by Rahil. Coorg, the Scotland of india. Is where he’d rather be than on a monotonous office chair 😉

 

Dream destination. When we hear the word ‘Destination’ we mostly relate it to the end of something. But destination has no end to it. People tend to give up too easily these days, Actually the problem is that there is a difference between ‘Desire’ and ‘Destination’ that one needs to understand, and ‘Destination’ is the goal, ‘Desire’ is temporary and yes once your reach your dream destination, then you may fetch out your desires anyway. Just don’t let the spark into you go like that, Work upon your dream, not for yourself but for the person you will be in five years. At Least, be your own hero. Struggle for success not for money. So, If you have a dream and you have a destination to reach then never satisfy yourself with temporary desires. And yes, 
“The Harder the Struggle, the more glorious the Trump”

Ouch, *Triumph ~ photo and write up submission by Areeb Uddin.


Submission by Siraj. Barcelona Spain.. its the football stadium of FC barcelona. And to watch Messi play on its ground is what would just be a cherry on the cake !


The happiest moment in your life is when ,you’re standing in a place once you dreamed.

My dream destination _

Women’s college ~ photo and write up by Tazeen.


Photo and edit by Mr Dutt. Australia is his Dream destination. No justification needed, after all who wouldn’t want to see the Sydney Opera House ? 😉
With this the day 6 comes to an end ! 

Topic for Day 7 : LITERATURE !!! you can write your own verse or poetry . You can send a quote of your favourite author or book . You can tell which book or novel or poem is your favourite. There has to be some passion for words people ! LET IT OUT ! language is no bar ( I’ll put up an explanation in English for all those who will submit the literature of any other language) . Let’s get started ! 

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 !