25 minutes

And its noon here in my corner of the world. Well, not exactly, but it will be in 25 minutes. This seems to be a pure coincidence, as I muster the courage to keep tapping away at these plastic buttons, wondering how many microplastic pieces are seeping into my skin, while I sit in front of the window watching pseudo intellectuals smoke cigarettes and talk in faux english accents about how they flights to new york and how they have a love hate relationship with Pakistan. 

These people are so far removed from the actual burdens of the common man in Pakistan that it is both sad and hilarious. Yet it is these people that run the country. While not even living in the country. How strange is that? 

I really feel this is one of the few places in the world that can boast this kind of synergy. 

The interesting thing is that their conversations consist primarily of these things: 

1. How burdened they are living their luxurious lives
2. How they need to make the next chunk of cash

Dont get me wrong, Im not the kind of person to envy them. I am, in a way closer to these people than I would be to the average Pakistani, and so maybe for this reason I can identify with them better. Or see through their fluff. And then again maybe I am wrong. Who knows - and a water tanker sped by, not a good sight, it was going too fast, that was very dangerous - now back to the topic at hand. What is this the nature of the world we have encapsulated ourselves in. what is life but the habits, rituals, beliefs and misgivings that we have picked up from the people that raised us? (and they too were flawed - a realization that dawns on me more and more recently) 

Alas, my 25 minutes are not up. But I shall stop here. Enjoy the picture of the view I see








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