Fair Maiden


Her voice
when flows
Flows like honey trickling down a warm picnic toast

Her eyes
When smile
Carry the suns that when set, drown in rivers divine

Her hair
When flies
Paints a trickle of belief and hope in these eyes

Her lips
When cry
A thousand heavens break down to light the sky

Her hands
When dance
Weave a tapestry in air, threads in all shades of joy

Her silence
It echoes
In empty dreams of desire

A damsel
Goes to show
Need naught but beauty for survival

Fair Maiden fear not life’s ugly facade
For your existence is but a poem to devour


How does it feel
To have nothing to feel
A numb heart
Torn and scarred
But no pain to remind you
Of the past
A battered brain
Tired of Thought
With no will to start
All over from the start
Hands only working
To scratch at the scars
Or creating new ones
New additions to the art
How does it feel
To breathe but not live
To exist in such bliss
Yet yearn for the mist
Blind to all sound
To need but not want
To look but not see
How does it feel
To be free


A rather healthy way of procrastinating an upcoming exam is looking up conspiracy theories, which is exactly what I was doing when I stumbled upon this video. It’s about a certain modern Flat Earth Society, that is dedicated solely to promote the idea of the earth being disc-shaped rather than a round ball as we know it.

Now in this age, if someone comes up to me and tells me, that all that we’ve been taught about the earth being a sphere, is part of some global hoax meant to keep locals in the dark, then I would gladly label them insane. And that is exactly what this group of sceintists believes to be true.

I mean the earth is a sphere, right? We’ve seen the satellite images printed in our textbooks; the laws and forces all conform perfectly to a round earth, and all the physics makes sense. But then what drove these brilliant scientists to dig up an archaic thought, and present it with such unwavering confidence, to a world made to believe in the comfortable thought of a spherical planet? Did the thought ever cross their minds that they could be easily proven wrong or become the laughing stock, just like their predecessors?

Of course it did.

If you are a science student then you will know that a theory cannot be called so unless it can almost (if not completely) justify/explain the situation or activity at hand. And here’s the thing, this theory can eerily explain everything that happens on a spherical earth as it would on a flat one.

The Flat Earth Theory cannot be proven wrong…if you’re using the right assumptions.

The day and night cycles can be explained by assuming the sun is also a disc that’s 32 miles in diameter and only a few thousand miles away; and that an “anti-moon” exists which would explain lunar eclipses. The pull of gravity is justified by considering the flat earth to be constantly moving up with a speed of 9.8 m/s. And these are just a few of the suppositions for a disc-like earth. No matter what phenomenon you throw at them, they will find a way of justifying everything and anything.

However, some explanations are actually absurd and often created on the spot to solve one problem while completely disregarding the others. But this does not at all mean that the theory is falsifiable. The theory, as crazy as it may sound, cannot be proven wrong.

Imagine you are in outer space moving at a speed that is close to the speed of light. As you increase your speed, you will realize that your entire life has been a lie, because the earth would emerge as a flat plate-like disk less that 20 miles thick.

Let that sink in.

To the human standing in Karachi, the earth would be a rounded mass. But to an outside observer traveling as fast as light, earth would be as flat as a plate. This has to do with the mass, length and time variation with the increase of speed (cue Einsteins famous Theory of Relativity). Ignoring all the calculus stuff, here’s the long story short: If you speed up enough to approach the speed light travels in, then the objects around you would seem to change form. They would appear to you longer and having less mass, even though in reality the only thing that has changed is your speed. The only change was in the obsever’s (in this case, your) perspective.

So if you look at the earth from the eyes of a bored super-advanced alien species, sitting at the window sill of a super-fast spaceship, looking upon our fragile planet, Earth would look like just another planetary disc in space. But if you look at it from a human astronaut’s perspective, who has successfully orbited our majestic earth, while being clung to a satellite moving at the humble speed his/her body can bear, Earth would look like a huge ball of transcendental revelation.

Which brings us to this question: is everything we perceive through our flimsy brains actually real? Or is it just a mere illusion, a projection of comfortable and believable thoughts, differing for every differing perspective?







What drives us to live (ft. The awkward walkout)

 You know those rare moments, when you’re sitting in your class stifling yawns throughout the entire lecture, and suddenly you catch your teacher say something really deep, and you feel your brain snap and whir, as it tries to incorporate that beautiful piece of wisdom into one of its dusty corners called “deep-shit-to-remember-for-when-life-is-being-a-pain-in-the-neck”?

Yeah no me neither.

Anyway, this reminded me of the time I made a fool out of myself. Our Community Medicine teacher (yes we study that. God help me through this semester though) had said something really controversial, and of course, I had to step in.

“The only motivation for living is sexual desire” says our CM teacher.


I actually zoned out for a couple of minutes as I tried to think of all (or any) kinds of counter arguments. This was not true, right? It couldn’t have been. Is this the purpose of life then? Finding the right mating partners? The rest of the lecture was a blur as I prepare myself for this tempting debate.

What about that woman who, blinded by her motherhood, is ready to kill for her child if the circumstances force her to. If she were to chose between her husband/lover and her child, she’d never let go of the kid.

What about that soldier who has left his wife and kids to fight someone else’s battles. His return is never guaranteed and he knows that. He won’t have any women there to fill the gap left by his wife (hopefully), but he still chooses imminent death over love.

What about monks and sufis and nuns who give up every worldly desire to find Him. They don’t want anything more in life than pleasing and witnessing the Creator. How can you ignore this pure, selfless dedication.

And what about our passions and aspirations that motivate us to live when we lose all will to continue with life. These goals have the power to blind you so much so that “sexual desires” might not even cross your mind!

Also, if you think about it, a serial killer who feels satisfaction in his job has his motivations, even if they’re kinda sick (sorry I’ve been binging on Dexter lately).

Anyway, the point is, saying sex drives men is like putting humans and  animals in the same category. I had to talk to the teacher about this (a very stupid decision as you’ll learn later).

So the next day, I muster up the courage and go to said teacher’s office. I had already rehearsed my argument (yes, including the dramatic pauses, in case you’re wondering). I knock on her door and the peon lets me in.

“Assalamoalaikum Miss, I wanted to discuss something you said the other day” I started.

“Yes beta what is it”

“You said that sexual drive is what motivates men to live, I don’t think that is entirely true though. How can you ignore all the other forms of passionate motivations like —”

“Beta, which lecture are you talking about?”

“Uh the one with the uh…which was on last Monday I think.”

Don’t interrupt me woman, I practiced this shit too hard.


“Beta, I never meant humans” —you could see the mocking evil smile slowly creeping upon her face— “I was talking about animalistic instincts and how humans are NOT animals, which was the whole point of that discussion. Weren’t you paying attention?”


And then I did something really sensible. I turned around and almost ran out of the office.

Mental note#1: pay more attention in class.

Mental note#2: think before embarrassing yourself in front of other people

Mental note #3: cut back a bit on Dexter.


I could see the others turning shades of brown and yellow. Their lush green gradually being replaced by a splendid crimson and chrome. It had arrived.

 Autumns cold brush had painted the entire garden into warm colors of death. Some trees were still speckled with green leaves, I noticed; but by tomorrow, every treetop will be ablaze in blinding flames of auburn.

Below me was a layer of dead leaves , carpeting the recently raked lawn. My siblings lay ominously far beneath me. I still had tiny dots of green, I noticed. A few hours maybe, and I’ll be amongst my lost friends. I too will fall.

The sadistic fall wind snaked through the tree branches. The same branches which once boasted lush leaves and flowers. Just a few months ago, they were the kaleidoscope of nature’s palette, now all that could be seen everywhere, was the coulour of blood when it has run stale.

She came for my tree next, blowing off any weak leaves that came in her way. It was my time now. Because everything that soars must fall.

The wind yanked at my stalk. I resisted instinctively. Death surrounded me. I held on tighter. Mother nature was determined. I want to live. Your time is up. Gravity sided up with them. My branch let go.

And so I returned to where I had risen from. My cradle now serving as my grave.