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Home of the ramblings of a troubled soul who has a lot on his mind and believes in the power of words to be the best anesthetic. One can wish for no better reason to write than to soothe a troubled soul. Writing is not a, mere, hobby; it's an exercise that keeps one in the right state of mind by getting rid of all the junk that they've got stored up in their heads. Just like our homes, our minds need to be cleared of junk every once in a while. Some achieve clearance through talking, some through concentrating and some through...writing! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
Does any government have a right to say what you can or cannot do with your body? "Governments are too controlling today", is what we hear people saying nowadays. "They wish to control it all, even our bodies", a layman can be heard saying. The fact of the matter is that no one wishes or likes to be controlled, for obvious reasons of course. Everyone wants to be completely free, no? Why not? The constitutions of most of the states are built on the basis of freedom, the contemporary political system (democracy) is also built on 'freedom'- according to a few. Also, one is free to speak as they wish, believe as wish and work as they wish too. But still, despite of all of this 'freedom', people wish for more. Why? Could it be because we are not free truly? Or simply, we are not free in the ways that it matters, may be? We are not free to choose where we're born, we're not free to choose our nationalities, heck we aren't even free to choose our religions mostly. If we narrow down the scope to focus state related freedom only then, apart from the uncountable moments of powerlessness we all face everyday, the ace that freedom mongers usually pull out is, "We can't even do whatever we want to with our body in this Nazi-like country". "We can't even kill ourselves here, and they say that we're free." This sentence can be read abundantly on some of the freedom blogs. But hey, we should be free to kill ourselves, no? After all, its our life isn't it? Yes, these are our lives and our bodies that we're looking to end or destroy. Then why on earth does the state have a problem with it? I've got a theory: Imagine a single child who is absolutely adored by his parents. Now suppose that this guy goes to his parents, or parent, and asks if he could kill himself, or hurt his body. What do you think the parents' reply would be? Would any caring parent, in their right mind, allow this? Even if they are advocates of legitimizing suicides, they still wouldn't give their child the right to it and do whatever's necessary to stop it from happening. Now, in most cases, a state is regarded to as a motherland or a fatherland. Isn't it supposed to also act like one? Isn't it supposed to stop you when you don't know any better? I believe that if suicide is legitimized in an under-educated country then the number of suicides would sky-rocket. Why you may ask? If this happens, then even a thirteen year old, inspired by the lovey-dovey movies and the novelty of his hormones, might be convinced of the fact that there's nothing left in the world for him, because his 'heart got broken' (I laugh at the idea of it). He'll take his life simply because he doesn't know any better. Isn't it the responsibility of the motherland to prevent a chance at a decent life from being thrown away? I don't know for sure, but I guess that the answer is not as simple as it may seem. Let's imagine a world- a world in which one can do whatever they want with their body. They can pierce it, destroy it, mutilate it, or even... blow it up with complete freedom. It's their choice, isn't it? They can do whatever they want with their bodies. They are entitled to the bodily freedom too, no? It's just the fault of the people who are near them when they're doing it. Would you like to live in such a world? I certainly wouldn't? We're having enough trouble dealing with people blowing themselves up with restrictions in place. Imagine a world with no restrictions at all. It would just add up to the excuses. Sorry for going so overboard with my example, but the point here is that there is a thin line between freedom and chaos. Our freedoms may easily result into hurting others or even ourselves. There's no visible point for optimum freedom. I'm no political philosopher, but I feel that most of us have no idea of what's best for us and that's where we need our motherland to play the bad cop, but for our own greater good. When we call the state our motherland, we need to start treating it like one too, which means that the state has the responsibility to care for us, if not control us. Human beings can't cope with complete freedom, in my view any ways- whether it's freedom of actions, speech or even body. This question, it seems, is best fit for a political philosophy class to be debated upon. I don't think that it can have an answer, just perspectives. |
| "What is writing?" ask a layman the question and he'll tell you that writing is...well...writing- just writing. He'll tell you that writing is an activity, a verb, just like eating, sleeping, playing, wasting etc. Such a brief and to the point description, no? Ask a writer the same question and she'll tell you that writing is so much more than a, mere, 'activity'. She'll tell you that, for her, writing is the best form of thinking. But why is it so? Isn't thinking the best form of thinking? No, it isn't. It's because thinking, while free and creative, is also jumbled and haphazard. I, for one, cannot thinking clearly in my mind about anything. I, at times, start thinking about the creation of universe and find myself remembering what I did last summer some time later, as do most people I'm sure. Thinking clearly in the mind, for me at least, is as impossible as counting hair on the top of my head: It looks do-able. It is only when you actually start doing it that you realize the gravity of the job. It is only when you see a hair with no traceable root, or a hair with split ends, or a bunch tied into a strange knot or when you lose count that you realize, that it's not possible. Same goes for writing. A thought enters your mind without any trace and leaves you baffled, or a thought splits into two and you lose track of it, or you simply lose your way. But when you write, it's different. Organization is writing 101- there's no quality without it. Writing forces your mind to think, and that too, in an organized way. And thinking, if you actually think about it (get the irony here?  ) is about organization. There is no point in thinking, if you have, literally, no idea of what you're thinking about. Thinking without organization is a wasted effort, if you ask me. Coherent thoughts, traceable ideas and a logical flow are actually all there is to thinking. And because writing makes your thoughts organized, can't it be said that writing is, actually, thinking at its best? I think it can, and I think the majority of the writers would agree.If you research a bit, you'll find out that almost all of the great thinkers and philosophers of the past were writers too. Plato, Aristotle, Descartes, Al- Haitham, Nietzsche, Iqbal- you name it. That's not a coincidence, my friends. They, like us modern day writers, were believers in the fact that writing is, simply, the best form of thinking- thinking through your fingers. |
| "Baloney" This is what I had to say whenever someone talked to me about new year resolutions. "How could a day, which was no different from any other, change you as a person?" I always thought. It was impossible, I thought. There was no way that a day, with no real significance at all, could change my life and make me closer to my ideal self. I never got why people spent hours in listing and deciding their resolutions, when they could've used that same time in pursuing them. "You don't need an excuse to make your life better", is what I used to say. Simply put, I mocked the mere idea of new year resolutions and threw sarcasm at those who were dumb enough to believe in it. A friend, that I admire and look up to, recently moved to Germany for studies. Now this guy, is my ideal. He's the one responsible for bringing out the thinker and writer in me and for changing my life for the better. For me, he's like the greatest person who's ever lived, period! So, I was talking to him back in November and he told me how he had asked a girl out and succeeded. The news took me by surprise. How could a person, who never got the guts to do something like this in Pakistan, do such a thing within two months of his time in a new country" I said to myself. It was mind boggling for me and, out of curiosity, I asked him about it. "How did it happen, man?" I asked. "I had a new year's resolution to keep", he replied. This got me thinking. Here's a person whom I look up to, and he believes in and keeps his new year's resolution; and then there's me, who mocks the very idea of it. I felt like a fool and decided to give it a shot. So I made a resolution that I'd manage my time better. I resolved to wake up at six in the morning, go for a run, have breakfast, read, go to college, have lunch, go to teach, hit the gym, return home, relax and then go to sleep after dinner. I resolved to live a better life and make the most out of my time. And I was serious about it too, until last night. I've always believed that I get along with bad luck really well. The worst thing possible for me was to have the first day of the new year on a Sunday, and guess what, Sunday it was. Now Sunday's the day when I sleep in. Sunday's the day of the week when I live my life on a whim. But I wanted things to change on this Sunday; I needed to if I wanted to keep my resolution. So, I kept an alarm to wake me up at six in the morning. I was so proud of how responsible I had become. So, the morning came. It was six when the alarm rang, but guess what? It had no effect on me. I continued my dream streak, while the alarm kept on ringing till half past six before it turned off automatically. I slept in, even though I had kept an alarm, and woke up at two, only when mom called out for lunch. Now, that's some way to start off my new year, no? I learned today that new year's resolutions are not meant for someone like me, and I'll, most probably, never make another resolution ever again. Keeping a resolution is too much work. Life's beautiful when you live it at your whim, no?  |
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