For If You Want To Live Your Life, You Gotta Drive The Train (Marv Harding)

I was recalling those years of my life when my weekend used to start on fridays. PTV used to telecast a drama in those days, Zaibunnisa directed by Saira Kazmi. I remember coming home from school and then going to a long sleep which used to end at the time of dusk. After maghrib prayers the entire family would sit together and watch Zaibunnisa and have the dinner. Gone are the peaceful days. Now the weekend comes and goes and you dont even realize the difference between weekend and weekdays. The one day weekend i.e Sunday passes away fast with the uncomfortable feeling of 'work next day'. Life has converted into a race where I run from one station to another, with my luggage. I have a destination in my mind but the route is long and tiring. I stop on every station, gather things from there for my journey which might be useful to make my destination prettier and more comfortable. The things I buy increase the weight of my bag. I tolerate the weight of the increased luggage in my bag on my shoulder with a thought that these things will help me in future and a bit of pain now will give good fruit in future. Well the journey continues. I stop and meet different people on every station. Some people giva a tough time and you want to leave the station and catch another train as soon as possible. Some people are so kind that you want to leave your train for them. But you cannot because they themselves are waiting for their train and as soon as their train arrives they will leave you and you might miss your own destination of you keep on sitting there with them. And some people are even more nice. They trust you so much and like you so much that they leave their all luggage there and then on station and decide to travel with you. They make your destination their own destination just because they love you and like you so much. I am not yet so lucky to have such a companion. But I do meet the second kind of people on every station. I talk to people I meet, ask them about their final destinations. Sometimes I just get amazed to find out that some people aim for such high five destinations. After listening to their journey style, I sometimes mould my own to make it more productive and pleasing. So this way my destination keeps on shifting a bit from the original one. But sometimes others' styles and destinations are really high five but worthy and when you investigate about their style of journey and the final cost till reaching the destination, you come to know its very expensive and you dont have enough money for it. This sometimes make me sad, I cry after talking to these people just because I dont have resources to afford their style of journey. And sometimes while crying I forget to put a check on my train and miss my train. I then have to spend some money to get a new ticket and then scold myself on wasting so many resources just because I was busy crying. But in all this mess I never forget about the things I am fond of, my passions and my aims.  I have missed many trains, fallen a lot of times while running for the train but always have found someone or the other who is kind enough to give me a hand so that I can stand up again. I have even experienced stealing. Yes people stealing things from my luggage with so much innocence. Stealing my ideas and my resources and presenting them with their own name infront of others to impress others and increase their own marks. However I am so much tired from the journey that I dont have energy to argue with them. I leave the decision for God then. So this is how the journey is till now. I am still travelling. There are a lot of passengers who make fun of me when they come to know about my destination which seems to be less possible to achieve. But I think something worth getting is not easy to achieve and you always have to work harder and tolerate a lot of burden on your head and a lot of pressure on your mind while you travel. I hope I achieve my destination sooner so that I can enjoy that position because the true fun of the feeling of joy will be more when you are still not aged .

Trapped!

Sigh!

I Cried For New Shoes Till I Saw A Man With No Feet

Would you like to thank God after looking at this??