A year that was…

Yet another year ended leaving behind a mix of pleasant and not-so-pleasant moments. As I sat down over a cup of tea with friends this evening (the very last evening of the year 2012), we told each other how wonderful the year had been for each of us, specifying some major happenings that took place in our respective lives. On my way back home I also mulled over the year gone by and came to realize that, besides all the major and important occurrences, everyday was a blessing in itself and to have lived the days responsibly well was no less than a feat and a blessing from the Lord Almighty.

A day at sea
A day at sea

Rising in the morning well, waving the kids off to school, having a refreshing breakfast, receiving “good morning” SMSs, heading to the workplace while enjoying all the things on way, performing duties as well as possible, meeting with friends, coming back home, playing with kids, having a chat with mom and wife over dinner, watching some tv/film, reading a book, e-socializing and finally saying long kiss goodnight with a prayer of thanks and a hope to wake up next morning are just as better achievements during the whole year as are those for which we work harder and harder.

Then there were of course weekends and holidays that I enjoyed with family or friends. While one is living in a bigger city, visiting smaller village is always a refreshing treat. There I get to see relatives and school friends, and all the natural landscapes which are very heartening.

One resolution that I made and couldn’t attain was reading 12 books, of which I hoped would read 8 at least, but could only finish two. Now I shall have to read remaining ten this year and then go for more, which is again very very less less likely likely… 🙂

However, the year ended so well with a surprise visit to Islamabad and Azad Jamu & Kashmir, my next post most probably be about that visit.

Tomorrow morning will be no different from all previous ones except only the year on cell phones, computers and calendars. I look forward to the same great year as 2012. Apart from what I would work towards achieving, there will of course be a number of pleasant surprises as well.


On Not Being Able To Write

It’s almost [almost here literally means ‘almost’] everyday I think of writing a post. The thought primarily comes from reading other blogs, especially the freshly pressed ones. I wonder why couldn’t and didn’t I write that thing? Why it didn’t come to my mind? There are just million dollar questions yet to be answered on this planet Earth.

I think of writing about my everyday commute from home to office to home. About the things I observe during the 50-to-90 minute travel on bus. About the people climbing up and down the bus (the ladies from the front door, the gents from the back door), the folk I see from the window, the strange habits of every other person sitting beside me, the conductor who rushes every now and then asking people for the fare. Sometimes people yell at him and tell him they’ve already paid the fare.

I think of writing about my workplace. About the habits of my colleagues, the office gossips, the boss and the bosses of my colleagues. About how a usual day is spent on workstation doing routine chores, keeping files and folders, cracking jokes, hanging out for tea and then lunch and then having tea/coffee/ (sometimes) green tea in afternoon…and in the end waiting for the bell to ring and leave for home.

I think of writing about my kids. About raising them up, their eating, reading, writing, tv-watching and games-playing habits. About the things that kids do and I enjoy, and the things that wind me up a bit and how I teach them not to do certain things and how it feels to see them keep doing the same.

I think of writing about the city of Karachi. About how it was like living here alone and now how it is living with family. About the whites and blues, the ups and downs, the pros and cons, the gostos e desgostos of the metropolitan life. About what makes me feel hate the city and run off for good, and what makes me find the city irresistible and spend the rest of my life here.

Then I think of writing about not being able to write!