I modified this post to take the spotlight off of you and I know you are going to hate me for that. So, in the previous unmodified version of this post I talked about how third year has commenced with immense zeal and zest and the fact is commemorated every day at school specifically during the clinical postings. I also mentioned how I am loving the feeling about all this, the magnificent flavor, the grandeur. Now, the purpose of this post is no longer Anum so I am going to distribute it amongst a couple other highlighted people of this new era.
Maria is this one normal, cognizant, supposedly sane person around me: Good influence. I will look at her, examine her features, she will cut my sentence, give her verdict. I have never had a long, serene, philosophical conversation about anything with her. She speaks in sentences that are habitual of delivering her message and that is it. Straight forward. We tried studying together in the first year, it didn't happen much again. She has firm ideas and they are concrete but there is no way she will clash those with yours; she will only conclude and walk away. She is absolutely indispensable for her worrying about others. She is rigid too, there is no negotiating, there is no reasoning. She means business. She wants the work done and she will remind you of the fact often. Perhaps drives you to the completion of a task way before you would ever imagine a slug such as yourself to accomplish.
She is the over thinker. She doesn't think out of curiosity though. It is always an objection. She will then think of an otherwise, more appropriate, upright thing to do. Her serious nodding in agreement with a lot of things about people amuses me the most.
"Haan, bilkul sahi keh raha hai."
Then there are things she says to me.
"Apnay baal baandho, sar dhaknay ka faida kiya hai tumhara?"
"Nahi bhaee, tum pata nahi kiya kiya kehti rehti ho."
"Yeh tum ne bohat ghalat kiya."
"Mainay tum se ye umeed nahi ki thi."
"To?"
"Tumhari ghalti hai saari."
"Tameez se parho."
"Mainay tumhain is rup mein kabhi nahi dekha bhaee."
"Tum itni barhi baat itni asaani se kaisay keh deti ho?"
We pointlessly laugh our heads off everyday when gathered down in the seminar room for E.N.T. Anum Iftikhar is my partner in crime in the making of all the clamor and racket. She perhaps outshines me at it, but she has her reasons. There is nothing in common between us except moments that I infest in order to emancipate from my recluse self. We have ourselves a complicated situation; it is mismatched, bizarre, abnormal but significant. She is like air. She is like my drinking fellow, my bar mate. When my need for being with a human peaks, I'd find her, selfishly. When I am with Anum Iftikhar, I am nothing but an escapist.
She has an undying, perennial urge to be noticed, talked about, thought about. If she knew I was scribbling on my blog about her she wouldn't be surprised as she is rightfully worthy of it. The topic that is to be raised most of the time we are together is how Anum is different. Setting aside the fact that everybody is unique in their own way, the element to be insisted the most upon lies desperately within how she is different in a certain way only a degree greater than my highness. Although, she does take the lead when it comes to the killer sense of presenting oneself.
"Tum versatile ho?"
"Tum marriable ho."
"Tum?"
"Main."
"Main."
"Tum?"
We goo-goo-ga-ga about a lot of things, most recent being our hypothetical, alleged, unclaimed, uncanny and absolutely doubtful love for a baboon and some more for another creature. I told her about our future in which I will steal and marry the man she marries in love, take him to Venus and eventually ditch him just to prove I am better than her which I am. He will then come back for her with a son after fourteen years to find that she is a complete psycho-path and her daughter a complete train wreck.
Qaid-e-Tanhaee.
I have been a parasite to her, Anum Iftikhar, feeding upon her facetious demeanor, and amplifying it with big chunks of nonsense radiating from my end, breeding ludicrousness.
Nasir and I are just there. We don't need to see each other, talk to each other, up date each other and then we meet and it triggers it. We worked as shackles to one another. I for her innocence and absurdity. She for my madness and clangor. We grew together. She from a sweet heart and an absolute party person to a calmer, sober, smart young woman. Me from an out of control, confused being to a dependable and aware out of control someone.
A child standing before the tremendous magnitude of her surrounding points curious fingers, asks questions, seems perplexed, babbles a lot. Why mustn't she babble? Everything around her seems so magical. She talks a lot about it and talks to anyone about it. People around her ask her to quit with the balderdash. But she can't. The magnificence of everything just won't allow her to. She then ascertains a new dimension that leads her through the portal of observation. She becomes even more ostentatious now that she can make sense, relate and understand.
It's like I wanted to speak it all out to make sense out of the jungle of thoughts creeping inside and Nasir was that someone who listened, absorbed it, tolerated and contrasted. She and I are ridiculously different and it works. And now that we are done tormenting ideas, babbling and brainstorming, we are at the level of this sagacious silence. The silence that is forcing itself to dominate our personalities.
Maria is this one normal, cognizant, supposedly sane person around me: Good influence. I will look at her, examine her features, she will cut my sentence, give her verdict. I have never had a long, serene, philosophical conversation about anything with her. She speaks in sentences that are habitual of delivering her message and that is it. Straight forward. We tried studying together in the first year, it didn't happen much again. She has firm ideas and they are concrete but there is no way she will clash those with yours; she will only conclude and walk away. She is absolutely indispensable for her worrying about others. She is rigid too, there is no negotiating, there is no reasoning. She means business. She wants the work done and she will remind you of the fact often. Perhaps drives you to the completion of a task way before you would ever imagine a slug such as yourself to accomplish.
She is the over thinker. She doesn't think out of curiosity though. It is always an objection. She will then think of an otherwise, more appropriate, upright thing to do. Her serious nodding in agreement with a lot of things about people amuses me the most.
"Haan, bilkul sahi keh raha hai."
Then there are things she says to me.
"Apnay baal baandho, sar dhaknay ka faida kiya hai tumhara?"
"Nahi bhaee, tum pata nahi kiya kiya kehti rehti ho."
"Yeh tum ne bohat ghalat kiya."
"Mainay tum se ye umeed nahi ki thi."
"To?"
"Tumhari ghalti hai saari."
"Tameez se parho."
"Mainay tumhain is rup mein kabhi nahi dekha bhaee."
"Tum itni barhi baat itni asaani se kaisay keh deti ho?"
We pointlessly laugh our heads off everyday when gathered down in the seminar room for E.N.T. Anum Iftikhar is my partner in crime in the making of all the clamor and racket. She perhaps outshines me at it, but she has her reasons. There is nothing in common between us except moments that I infest in order to emancipate from my recluse self. We have ourselves a complicated situation; it is mismatched, bizarre, abnormal but significant. She is like air. She is like my drinking fellow, my bar mate. When my need for being with a human peaks, I'd find her, selfishly. When I am with Anum Iftikhar, I am nothing but an escapist.
She has an undying, perennial urge to be noticed, talked about, thought about. If she knew I was scribbling on my blog about her she wouldn't be surprised as she is rightfully worthy of it. The topic that is to be raised most of the time we are together is how Anum is different. Setting aside the fact that everybody is unique in their own way, the element to be insisted the most upon lies desperately within how she is different in a certain way only a degree greater than my highness. Although, she does take the lead when it comes to the killer sense of presenting oneself.
"Tum versatile ho?"
"Tum marriable ho."
"Tum?"
"Main."
"Main."
"Tum?"
We goo-goo-ga-ga about a lot of things, most recent being our hypothetical, alleged, unclaimed, uncanny and absolutely doubtful love for a baboon and some more for another creature. I told her about our future in which I will steal and marry the man she marries in love, take him to Venus and eventually ditch him just to prove I am better than her which I am. He will then come back for her with a son after fourteen years to find that she is a complete psycho-path and her daughter a complete train wreck.
Qaid-e-Tanhaee.
I have been a parasite to her, Anum Iftikhar, feeding upon her facetious demeanor, and amplifying it with big chunks of nonsense radiating from my end, breeding ludicrousness.
Nasir and I are just there. We don't need to see each other, talk to each other, up date each other and then we meet and it triggers it. We worked as shackles to one another. I for her innocence and absurdity. She for my madness and clangor. We grew together. She from a sweet heart and an absolute party person to a calmer, sober, smart young woman. Me from an out of control, confused being to a dependable and aware out of control someone.
A child standing before the tremendous magnitude of her surrounding points curious fingers, asks questions, seems perplexed, babbles a lot. Why mustn't she babble? Everything around her seems so magical. She talks a lot about it and talks to anyone about it. People around her ask her to quit with the balderdash. But she can't. The magnificence of everything just won't allow her to. She then ascertains a new dimension that leads her through the portal of observation. She becomes even more ostentatious now that she can make sense, relate and understand.
It's like I wanted to speak it all out to make sense out of the jungle of thoughts creeping inside and Nasir was that someone who listened, absorbed it, tolerated and contrasted. She and I are ridiculously different and it works. And now that we are done tormenting ideas, babbling and brainstorming, we are at the level of this sagacious silence. The silence that is forcing itself to dominate our personalities.
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