The special 23rd MARCH
There was something about yesterday, and the feelings were "real in the air" kind,
23rd March has always been interesting and exciting for me personally and all the patriotism (thanks to PSL) combined made this years PAKISTAN DAY a little different than the previous years.
The no sleep all night and the Friday feels were different than regular,
Just as planned, stepped into my fake nikes and headed streets, todays jog was meant to be different not in a weird way but progressive and short, 4k was the target and the direction was towards Mazar e Quaid, It was the neatest weather of the week, all pumped up and I started, a min into it and the mind drifted towards observations, thoughts and meanings.
On the way saw a constable collecting "nashta pani", he didn't felt wrong.. a few streets later I entered into a market place, bakeries and doodh walas were setting up their shops and 'unwanted' garbage was being tossed out on the street without any worries, they also didn't cared.. along the way found almost every wall chalked with the election campaign slogans and posters of diff P Parties proudly destroying the surroundings, they felt it was necessary..with all these visuals in mind I reached mazar e Quaid ..a different kind of feeling, with all the media vans and stuff, the mazar e Quaid had all the attention, I just stood there for some time looking at the white giant tomb and listening to the radio where the channel was playing Quaids' speeches and sayings reminding us to be thankful irrespective of all the bad things happening to the nation, there's and will always be a reason to thank almighty for what we have and some only wish for..with a weird kind of satisfaction I jogged back home with an Alhamdoulillah"
QUAID WASN'T SATISFIED BUT HE WAS FINE AND HOPEFUL
23rd March has always been interesting and exciting for me personally and all the patriotism (thanks to PSL) combined made this years PAKISTAN DAY a little different than the previous years.
The no sleep all night and the Friday feels were different than regular,
Just as planned, stepped into my fake nikes and headed streets, todays jog was meant to be different not in a weird way but progressive and short, 4k was the target and the direction was towards Mazar e Quaid, It was the neatest weather of the week, all pumped up and I started, a min into it and the mind drifted towards observations, thoughts and meanings.
On the way saw a constable collecting "nashta pani", he didn't felt wrong.. a few streets later I entered into a market place, bakeries and doodh walas were setting up their shops and 'unwanted' garbage was being tossed out on the street without any worries, they also didn't cared.. along the way found almost every wall chalked with the election campaign slogans and posters of diff P Parties proudly destroying the surroundings, they felt it was necessary..with all these visuals in mind I reached mazar e Quaid ..a different kind of feeling, with all the media vans and stuff, the mazar e Quaid had all the attention, I just stood there for some time looking at the white giant tomb and listening to the radio where the channel was playing Quaids' speeches and sayings reminding us to be thankful irrespective of all the bad things happening to the nation, there's and will always be a reason to thank almighty for what we have and some only wish for..with a weird kind of satisfaction I jogged back home with an Alhamdoulillah"
QUAID WASN'T SATISFIED BUT HE WAS FINE AND HOPEFUL
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