Uncomfortably Numb

The thing is that I see a lot of really cool food joints starting up in our city  but... Since I know that it costs at least half or even less to make at home... So that's what I do. Let me break down some estimated prices for you... Beef cheese burger 10 Bun 150 Rs Minced beef 1 kg 500 Rs for 10 patties 10 Cheese slices 300 Rs 1/2 kg kheera 30 Rs Vinegar for making pickled kheera & piyaz you already have at home 2 piyaz 10 Rs 3-4 Tomatoes you already have at home. Mayo & mustard you already have at home. Salad leaves which grow in my home garden. 1000Rs for 10 🍔 So why on earth would you pay 500 Rs per burger... I can see the appeal of why everyone is suddenly a gourmet burger chef and setting up small businesses which I have nothing against but this overpricing is dishonesty and I cant stand it.  Yes I know good Beef burgers can cost up to 1000 Rs in Lahore like at "Ministry of Burgers" and others but you have to consider the presentation, the buns, which are s

R eflections left of the past selections that forever last Don't wanna be stuck here time to move on that is clear New horizons await elsewhere shed all the weight you bare For life is a stream of memories some left behind some held dear Regret worse than any poison killing silently from the inside Burdens of the past you carry make shoulders ache at night Time to shed all thats done for a new cycle has begun Learn, repent & apologize a life lesson for the wise

What is life but a fleeting moment of wants and despair, of sacrifice, a revelation of desires, a useless exercise of banality imbued in artificial theocracy. What does the soul need, at least a semblance of permanency, which there is none. This is but an existence of perpetual yearning of one thing to another. To remove the shackles of mediocrity one must first accept the truth of one's own self worth. For its one's own self that is the perpetrator of bondage. No one else can take your freedom away until you let them, a mind can be free even in chains. The soul can soar, see light in the darkest pits, can survive moments of deepest despair. All that matters, is choice.

You don't have to look twice To see that I am undone But for that to happen There must be a reason For you have forsaken All the reasons to remember The one you abandon That is my burden I found out from strangers What you forgot to mention That love, is surely lost When you beseech affection That is my burden I stand at the precipice of memories long lost Slowly in the mist of time to you, I become no one That is my burden But I cannot let go Like you have done For I am made of love Not easy to fathom That is my burden

I really need to write down all the wacky stories I tell my children before sleep time, for example one is a series of episodic stories called the A-team in which the characters are a Mano, a Doggie, a Genie, a Space warrior/alien, the Monkey and the Owl who is the smartest living thing in the universe and Ali baba... All of them have powers or abilities ... The Mano can't be mind controlled, a telepath. The Doggie is the scientist... Genie is actually the last of his kind of an extremely advanced race that actually not got extinct but ascended to a higher plane of existence. Space worrier is an exiled prince who eventually got his kingdom back on his planet with the help of his friends and so on... In a recent story the plot was that the all of the world's s chocolate cakes started to mysteriously vanish and the culprit was the monster created by jealous fruits and Vegetables who were discarded... Their anger created this monster... After a long battle the solution... the

Not as high of breed But have the seed No its not greed I see the lies you feed One must take heed They suck, you bleed Revel in dissent agreed Until you get freed

I have a love/hate relationship with all things old, specially Indian songs, at one hand I love even the things I used to hate and succumb to nostalgia and turn that shit on and as soon as I turn it on I remember why I used to hate that shit at the first place... I guess it boils down to longing for carefree days and those old songs/movies bring back a faded memory something you could just grasp but it vanishes just before you can touch..  like the memory of the taste of your mother's Alo Ghosht and roti.. its there but just out of reach I hate going through this chain of thought cause ultimately me it makes me think of all the loved ones Ive lost along the way and also those relationships which went sour due to distance or time... being discarded by the ones that one cared for with ones life due to reasons... we all have our reasons. but it pains me to think about those who I loved dearly in my life and know in hindsight that I didn't have the same pl