Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

What do you say when someone asks you how much time you want to spend with them? How do you tell them that you\’d spend all the time in the world with them? How do you tell them that they mean the world to you? That you\’d like to steal seconds in time to see…

Daybreak, the sight of beauty, the sound of joy, the feeling of hope. The ray of sunlight filtering through the window kissing me on my eyelids as I lie asleep, greeting me with a persuasion to live everyday as if it was the last. As I hope to survive every coming day till it reaches…

Just got back from a vacation that stretched over a month long. Considering my general attitude towards work, a significant number of person were seriously concerned about my unusual yet extra long leave. Rest assured all, im back, and im back to turn your lives into hell. Am i that scary? I dont think so,…

When I was in my early primary school years, my curiousity for everything around me earned me the title \”Master of Destruction\”. Little did I know that over twenty years down the lane, I\’ll continue to protect my title. Why do people think that their minds are readable? Why do people believe their emotions are…

After waking up at 6.30 today to drop my bro to the airport, I spent most of my morning drive back from the airport remeniscing about a beautiful morning in March/April. After a crazy night, we landed at my place pretty late, and drove back out at about 6ish….u were still sleepy! We had classy…

Second, i cant log on to the blogger dashboard. Possibly due to some coding language difference. I cant seem to comment on metblog posts either. They need an approval from the author to get published. Third. All text entries are restricted to about 435 characters at most. Thats the reason why you see this post…

Mobile blogging, or Moblogging as it is technically known is quite fun, which i had the true pleasure of discovering today. My Opera Mini browser allows me to access my gmail account, which i can use to post to this blog and i can even access the Metroblog user interface to post an entry. Three…

I first met Aijaz at St. Pauls High, Karachi. We were good friends then on. Of course i was not on his friends-to-count-on-for-mischevious-activities list, but yes, we both shared one common bond. Being on the hate list for Mr. Ben Fernando, our maths teacher, was significant enough. After three years at school, he moved his…

My friend of three years at St. Pauls School, Aijaz Azim passed away this morning at half past ten. I visited him yesterday, eid day and was shocked, to say the least. I was expecting a drip or two at the most, but what i saw was too much to handle. Enough for now, will…

Sometimes, things just dont make any sense. Life is whirlwind, you are the silent centre. Everything around you just spins by, faster and faster. You keep standing, staring, maybe thinking what part of your life you treasure most and want to protect. You search for yourself, pieces of you, memories of you, dreams of you,…