The R Word

He was standing in a long queue of people; when suddenly something got his attraction. There was a girl sitting round the corner, that girl had her hair spread on her face while some of them were covered under the hood on her head, she wore no make-up and had an ordinary face. She was sitting all alone with headphone tightly plugged into her ears while she kept her eyes onto her laptop’s screen. He was pushed from behind as the line moved ahead, he kept on moving but wasn’t able to remove his gape from her. He saw her moving fingers on the keyboard, he saw her muffled smile, he kept on gawking on her partially covered and partially spread hair. He could see her eye brows and how their movement was tickling the small strand of hair lying on them. He forgot his purpose of standing in the queue. Her appearance glued his eyes to her. It appeared to him that he was right in the middle of a storm and there was no escape. Maybe he didn’t want to escape when suddenly the storm it

Siachen, the highest battle ground on earth presented in a comic and emotional satire by KopyKats under the direction of Dawar Mehmood. The satire is penned by the Pakistan most famous satirist, Anwar Maqsood. The play started with a climax and then moved towards the flashback where the families of the soldiers are shown bidding farewell to them while they depart to Siachen. The story then moved to the life and difficulty faced by the soldiers at the highest peak. The play has many moments where audience are left speechless with tears in their eyes due to the emotions depicted in the scene whereas at some places the audience were made to laugh to tears due the immensely comical dialogue. The play is a between comic, emotion and has the Anwar Maqsood touch to it. The play is well directed, the director had tried his best to utilise the entire PNCA hall very effectively. Each scene had immense detail in them and even the part of the stage that were not in spotl

I am sitting around a hay of people, around them many write poems about their lost love and some write poems about what they see. But I never understand how can they claim to be intoxicated in love when they use marijuana to get intoxicated? They say their words describe them being intoxicated in love when all they write is because they are intoxicated in drugs. If it’s love what they intoxicate about then how is it the drug that make them high? I say i am intoxicated by love. My love makes me so much intoxicated that i need no more of any other intoxicant for me. Why would I need any intoxicant ? Intoxicant is for those people who wants to forget their present and get lost in some other dilemma. Why would i need it when I want to stay the world where my lover breath. Yes I know many say we get lost in intoxicant because we want to assume being in love with that love but when we get intoxicant then our first love is nothing but that intoxicant. We became known on it. The drug bec