Today's cold wind sneaked through the main door that Ali had left asunder. Every other swoosh would push the creaking door open, it would then gently slam itself on the threshold causing me to shift in my blanket, waking from my slumber. I got out of bed scratching my head and walked in to the living room where the rocking chair rocked an infinitesimal somebody enjoying the dry, cold whiffs blown from Quetta. I helped myself into the kitchen slippers to get water and sat on the stairs to enjoy it. My stair-landing craved for rays of sunshine that refused to fall upon us, today. A day without sun in my book of acceptable-s is only when the sky decides to bedew the arid soil and parched skin which it did to some extent when I had walked out the gates of Jinnah around four thirty in the afternoon.
The day before yesterday was really cold too. The same day three years ago, I was having a creative discussion with a friend when we were told that Benazir Bhutto was shot in the neck and a bomb had set off in the election rally in Rawalpindi. We had rushed to make phone calls to family members out on work. I was worried about my siblings getting stuck in their institute under a nationwide 'red alert'. Cars burned in hundreds down the road that he had to dodge in order to reach to the closest house of an acquaintance. We called them to go get the girls from their coaching center. They swung their bikes, rescued the girls, sliced the heart of an air that reverberated of rifles. This city had seen terrible times. That was apocalypse.
Self contradictions. I still haven't stopped myself from them quit just yet.
Despite being a male chauvinist 45% of the time with 30% of female chauvinism and 25% of none, I learnt today how women are underrated and overrated at the same time in the most misconstrued way. Yeah, okay, sexism was never my domain. Blah.
Machli achi hai kaisay pata lagatay hain?
Us kay galpharhay gulaabi hongay, chamakdaar hogi, aur dum se pakrho to uffqi halat mein aik so assi kay zawiye per paae jaegi.
Today, life had a new face. Perplexed, I tried contrasting what so far had been the reality to the surreal reality life just thrust-ed forward. It was a down day in terms of my energy and brain. It was a slow day too. But an eventful day, a very eventful day indeed. I hopped over the blood stained floor, my mind boggled for a second before confirming what I had witnessed was really the reality. Complexities, however, are finally disclosing themselves. They are setting in the compartments of my brain, segregated, clear and arranged in alphabetical order.
Soliloquy,
What were those techniques of Neuro-stimulation the guy talked about the other day for depression, bipolar, O.C.D, schizophrenia, tremors, tinnitus, epilepsy and Parkinson's?
Repetitive transcranial magnetic stimulation (rTMS) was a noninvasive method, had something to do with changing magnetic field, induction and depolarization.
Deep brain stimulation (DBS) according to him was very fascinating as the electrode that is planted in the brain, under local anesthesia with the person being awake with his brain functions analyzed, causes no pain since brain can't generate such signals.
Vagus nerve stimulation (VNS) is achieved by implanting a stimulator on the left vagus since the right vagus innervates the sinoatrial node and controls the parasympathetic innervation to the heart, decreasing the rate.
Then some one had said you must differentiate between bipolar and unipolar.
Then he had said that patients should be advised to be patient with these treatments.
Beep boppi billi boppin!
The day before yesterday was really cold too. The same day three years ago, I was having a creative discussion with a friend when we were told that Benazir Bhutto was shot in the neck and a bomb had set off in the election rally in Rawalpindi. We had rushed to make phone calls to family members out on work. I was worried about my siblings getting stuck in their institute under a nationwide 'red alert'. Cars burned in hundreds down the road that he had to dodge in order to reach to the closest house of an acquaintance. We called them to go get the girls from their coaching center. They swung their bikes, rescued the girls, sliced the heart of an air that reverberated of rifles. This city had seen terrible times. That was apocalypse.
Self contradictions. I still haven't stopped myself from them quit just yet.
Despite being a male chauvinist 45% of the time with 30% of female chauvinism and 25% of none, I learnt today how women are underrated and overrated at the same time in the most misconstrued way. Yeah, okay, sexism was never my domain. Blah.
Machli achi hai kaisay pata lagatay hain?
Us kay galpharhay gulaabi hongay, chamakdaar hogi, aur dum se pakrho to uffqi halat mein aik so assi kay zawiye per paae jaegi.
Today, life had a new face. Perplexed, I tried contrasting what so far had been the reality to the surreal reality life just thrust-ed forward. It was a down day in terms of my energy and brain. It was a slow day too. But an eventful day, a very eventful day indeed. I hopped over the blood stained floor, my mind boggled for a second before confirming what I had witnessed was really the reality. Complexities, however, are finally disclosing themselves. They are setting in the compartments of my brain, segregated, clear and arranged in alphabetical order.
Soliloquy,
What were those techniques of Neuro-stimulation the guy talked about the other day for depression, bipolar, O.C.D, schizophrenia, tremors, tinnitus, epilepsy and Parkinson's?
Repetitive transcranial magnetic stimulation (rTMS) was a noninvasive method, had something to do with changing magnetic field, induction and depolarization.
Deep brain stimulation (DBS) according to him was very fascinating as the electrode that is planted in the brain, under local anesthesia with the person being awake with his brain functions analyzed, causes no pain since brain can't generate such signals.
Vagus nerve stimulation (VNS) is achieved by implanting a stimulator on the left vagus since the right vagus innervates the sinoatrial node and controls the parasympathetic innervation to the heart, decreasing the rate.
Then some one had said you must differentiate between bipolar and unipolar.
Then he had said that patients should be advised to be patient with these treatments.
Beep boppi billi boppin!
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