Our beloved departed father, grandfather, and great grandfather, Mahmood Ahmed Farooqui’s book, Evocative Epistles, compiled by Mamoon Akhtar Farooqui, was reviewed recently by ex-Ambassador Mr Karamatullah K Ghori, from Toronto, Canada, and published in the Pakistan Link Newspaper, New York. Please download Pakistan Link – Sept 4, 2015 – Pages 8-9 to read properly.
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Some days back, I finished reading the very brilliant book, “The Rescue” by Nicholas Sparks. I was so inspired by it, that I decided to write a poem for him, using names of his own books:
At First Sight, when I saw it,
I became a True Believer
I sent up a Message in a Bottle
And like a Guardian
Came to my Rescue
I made a Choice
And had a Walk to Remember
In a Safe Haven
I knew I was the Lucky One
When the Best of Me
Took the Bend in the Road
And heard the Last Song
Before taking the Longest Ride
To spend some Nights at Rhodante
The other day, I was going through one of my favorite bookstores, looking for a title that was written by a certain writer.
To be exact, I was going through Liberty Bookstore’s website, looking for Stephen King’s book “On Writing”. And unfortunately I could not find it. Hence the post. It’s essential to let people know (whether they read my site or not, I don’t care), that there are books of writers that they have no idea about and that could be much better to read than the ones they’re already reading.
I’ve been pretty inactive lately and that’s not due to anything I’ve got to do and there’s nothing that’s keeping me too busy. I’m just too lazy to write and also I think I’m now out of topics.
I wrote a post on Miss Malala Yousufzai some days back and suddenly I’m noticing that people are sort of misunderstanding the attention that media is giving her shooting and not other events that happen with schools or students.
Our media, as I was discussing with a friend, just needs something to propagate. Then it magnifies the issue and distracts the nation, then leaves it hanging in the middle, making people like me wonder what happened to it, and others stop giving it any value at all.
It’s true, Malala did something a girl of her age would rarely dream of, especially when she directly challenged the Taliban, a bad move according to my dad, and wrote about the events of her city in the international news channel blog BBC.
Some days after the terrible attack on the young girl, I started getting forward messages about how other schools and universities and students all over the country were targeted as well and the media had treated them as just simple everyday events. After a few messages, I could take it no more and decided to do something about it.
Okay, I know my birthday passed a month ago, 16 June to be exact, but I’m a lazy writer, and I didn’t feel like writing when I stayed up at night. Or typing for that matter.
But I wanted to share this with everyone out there, especially writers who have this unexplainable ability to write with a pen but not on their computer systems. I’m one anyway. I have no idea what has happened. There was this one time when I couldn’t put my pen down. Literally. And then I couldn’t pick it up as I pecked on the keyboard all night. I wrote a whole novel online! But then again a time has come, when I pick up a pen, my hand, my fingers start itching to start writing and not stop till they are exhausted, and yet when I sit online to write anything, I’m blank. Just like that. It’s annoying, inexplicable, irritating, and overall disastrous for the creative personality living in me. Continue reading »
Just putting down Sir Paulo Coelho’s book “The Zahir” – hardly finished, but at its peak nevertheless – I realized…in fact I keep re-realizing this: his ideas match with mine so greatly that I’m taking inspiration from myself, and that, however strange it may sound, is a big thing in my opinion.
Sir Coelho first changed my life when I read his adventurous and spiritual tale, The Alchemist. Recommended to me by a beloved and favourite teacher, it gave me support to live my life as it was going thankfully, and not complain too much. It helped a lot and I found a peace that I hadn’t done before, not even with my constant habit of writing off my emotional turmoil in a crazy novel that I had cooked up. At that time, I was still young, or perhaps I did not want to get mature mentally as much as I’d grown in age. Or maybe it was my limit of absorbing as much as I did. Whichever it was, I had not realized at the time that my future maturity shall make me go absolutely crazy.
Good after-midnight everyone! It’s 1230 after midnight here and I’m writing on my blog like the crazy writer that I am. And I still manage to be late to post.
You see, I live in a very controlled environment and that is how I found that editing your manuscript before it is complete can be disastrous for your book. Not just disastrous either; it can actually completely destroy your book.