Opinions and Rants. Opinionated Rants.

No one to talk to? Alone in your room? No plans for the evening? Wow, you must be lonely. Umm, no. Well okay, if that is the case most of the times, maybe. But once in a while I think everyone needs this. Everyone needs alone time. There is a particular feeling in being alone that I absolutely love. When the setting is just right. The lighting is perfect, mostly right before sunset. There is not a soul around. There is nothing but silence all around you. And it doesn't matter if you're outside, looking at the scene unfold among the trees. Or if you're in your room, sitting near your window in the quaint sunlight. Not a soul around. You're all by yourself in the soft light from the setting sun and you feel completely at peace. And you're left alone to wonder. About anything. Be it idle fantasies, or harsh realities. To ponder over the meaning of life. Anything. Without any disturbances, without anyone influencing your thoughts. Just put away your phone and sta

We live in Pakistan, so it is safe to assume we have a ton of people poking their unwanted noses in our personal business. Well, let's even forget that, poking their noses in our business is SOMEWHAT tolerable. But the habit that really irks me and has my blood boiling is when they comment on your life.  I kid you not, some relatives actually think this it is their moral obligation to tell you or rather not even tell but make an absolutely useless deducation about something in your life. I have encountered this personally so many times and have heard about this from my friends just as much.  Like when you get in to a university, 'Oh, woh tou achi university nahi hai, meri beti tou LUMS ja rahi he' (That's not really a good university, my daughter is going to LUMS). Um, okay? Good for her but i'm pretty happy and don't need your 'pity'. I am not kidding, they actually pity you and are convinced that you aren't happy.  'Aw, don't be sad,

I recently started university and being in a new place, I had to start from scratch to make friends, to make introductions. As cliched as it may sound, I have come to the point where I am forced to ask myself a question I honestly do not know the answer to. Who am I? I have always defined myself in the roles I play. As a daughter, sister, friend, student and the list goes on. But I now realize that I don't know who I am.I just know who I have to be and when. The realization hit me when I was asked to describe myself in two lines. I couldn't think of anything. I was blank. I know what I like and dislike. Is that what makes a human, a person? Is that who I am? The things that I like and dislike? There are times when I think I am just a mere reflection. A reflection of the opinions around me. My mentality totally shaped by society. My mannerism, exactly like my parents. My likes and dislikes like those of my friends. My self esteem based on the amount of likes I get on a pic

Why is it so offensive to be a woman? This is the question I want to ask everyone. And I want an answer, I want reasons. I want to know what is so humiliating about being a woman. So much so that it is an insult. An insult we have come to accept as normal in society. An insult which when directed at men, leads to fist fights and boils everyone's blood.  And its not only men who use this insult, its women too. I've seem countless tweets, Facebook posts, forward messages or blog posts for that matter, which by the way are just as much by women as men, who label Justin Bieber, or currently popular in Pakistan Bilawal Bhutto as a woman.   All right, we've labelled him. Now the only insulting in this insult to me is, you thinking that being a woman is so downright degrading that labeling anyone as one is the most hurtful comeback you can think of. Wow, that hurt. Being called a woman has totally shattered your enemies confidence. You just called him such a filthy word, a w