Chasm's catastrophes

आमची मुंबई gets a special treatment from the government. The recent stampede on the foot-over bridge at Prabhadevi local station (formerly known as Elphinstone), which almost killed 23 people, has struck people so hard that engineers had to be given help by the Indian army. https://youtu.be/gEw29nL3ua4 Yes, our CM, Shri Devendra Fadnavis, has declared that the construction of the foot-over bridges at the Elphinstone Rd, Currey Rd and Ambivalli will be carried out the 'jawans' of our nation. However, some people do have an opposite reaction. http://www.timesnownews.com/india/video/armyforaamaadmi-opposition-cries-foul-as-govt-ropes-in-army-to-re-build-elphinstone-bridge-in-mumbai/116421 Opposing to this decision, the Chief Minister of Punjab Captain Amarinder Singh said that this work is of the PWD and CPWD department (Central Public Work Department) and that the army should be on charge on the borders doing their respective duties. Contradicting to his statement over

So it struck me yesterday, and yes, it is weird. Inspirations play a great part in our lives. What we do today was a dream once when we saw someone doing the same thing maybe in our childhood or in our early ages of our lives. Also, inspirations work only when you see the work getting successful. What weird is that yesterday, out of the blue, it struck me that Satan (usually seen as the bad guy) can actually been taken as an inspiration! But how? It's simple. He always does what he wants to! And somehow or the other, we, with our bright ideas to revolutionize the fields we have our precious talents in, get left behind with petty reasons like - my parents won't allow me to do it or what will the society think of me. We are living in a world where nobody cares about what you or somebody else is doing! And if you accept that yes there was a kind of society in ancient times, then my friend, Satan has been working 'successfully' upon this since the very world was create

Life is a masquerade. Stages of life always make you something that you aren't. That's why they are called 'the stages  of one's life. First- you pretend to be studious. All the energy of childhood stored in one word, discipline. Then, you grow up to be what elders call it the delicate part of one's life. All the vigour of youth and the dire want to discover the world, make new friends; to work where your heart takes along, the age of to go out and blast all the opportunities life suffices you with, is cruelly murdered- so that you, yet once again, grow up to be a big shot.  Eventually, by the time you understand that there's an audience laughing at your play, you have suffered through the habit of smile, silence and solitude. Whatever happens, it's not the last day of your life, but merely, life was just a four letter word. . . . P.S  - while reading this, you took out a moment to think for yourself. your heart told you that don't believe thi

Raging fires, Beseech my soul, The water of life is drying out slow, My soul is burning fiery red, Oh take me now lest I be dead. - King Charles, Lady Percy

I strolled along the path of my life, With an irritating stone of deep dark fears. Secrets - sharper than the blade of a knife, With an outback of only tears. I strolled along the path of my life, alone, With trespassers intruigly curious about my solitude, And people tried to mend my attitude, But all the squanderers left me to mourn. I strolled along, With a wish prolong, On the road so long, With my heart so strong. And then I saw a celestial body, With rays brighter than the sun. It was a person ofcourse, Definitely - my life had found its long lost fun. It created such a bond, With my feelings - so fond, The darkness of my life finally yawned, For the pursuit of happiness has now dawned. That strong bond - is such a friend, The best of all - the only one who can mend. It has got such a personality and perspective, The bright light of chivalry in front it is just deflective. That bestfriend to me is known as my sister. She has brought along a magical scrub,

So this city is basically like any other hustly-bustly Muslim city. Karachi is famous for it's textile market and nuts called chilgoza. You get a beach, some tempting dishes and more and more masjids in every other lane. Places over here like Clifton and M.A Jinnah's maqbarah is a must to see. Moving on to the detrimental side, this city smells of CNG all over. Still as a developing country, the atmosphere is totally dusty; not recommended for people with an allergy. Overall - this city is fun to be in and you get many more insights of how really a Muslim country works😉