Eye Hurting Blog

Who has this blog? Eye Hurting Blog? Well, you are at its page this very moment. Sometimes, I feel like the traffic of my thoughts is jammed and I find myself unable to write anything. I sit in front of my laptop and stare the screen. Then I clicked on a random post and read it sparingly. Then grabbing the meaning I hit like or don’t. This blog sometimes is just a pain in my eyes. Sometimes I am not a blogger. Just some lazy person who does not want to do anything.

What is it all about? Does the world need it? What if I don’t write and waste my time in front of TV browsing?

I really do not speak my mind all the time. My most “unpopular” posts are the one which I write after thinking a lot and weighing  every word. On the other hand my popular posts are nothing just what my brain transfers to my fingers and they start jumping on the keyboard leaving the impressions on these pages.

What is it? I really do not know.

Offended by Harsh Reality

While the tittle provokes me to write about ‘how the harshness of reality effects minds’ or ‘bitter realities of life’, I really want to stick to what I wanted to write at first place. I want to free my mind from the harshness of realities.
Well, I guarantee that no one will get offended by this post.
I am a follower of Harsh Reality.
OM, the writer writes so well. The best quality that attracts me the most is; he keeps reader engaged from the first line of the post till the end. I ( who love to read to take away something knowledgeable from every piece of writing) ended up reading OM’s posts that are merely some posts addressing to some of his readers or ‘ex-followers’.
For people or (his haters?) who are thinking that it is some kind of publicity for HR, I want to say that he does not know that someone on the other side of the globe is writing about his blog. So, I want to make it clear that neither I am getting dollars in return nor any followers because I highly doubt this post to get noticed by the busy blogger.
While the purpose of the blog is to offend everyone at least once on the blog, the place is a perfect example of how to win the heart of the reader back. The blogger sometimes address people who want to unfollow the blog, but I wonder how they get so much offended by mere humor and light fun posts.
I was once under the HR’s ‘indirectly direct’ offense attack when the writer asked on his post who is following HR from Pakistan as the stats showed a dramatic rise in the views from this country. There was note saying that he is into some martial arts. So, I literally blushed when I read the post because, believe me, I was the one who had been insanely clicking on nearly each and every HR post for a few days. I commented on the post ‘5% offended- 95% embarrassed’. Being the one from purely educational background (University Lecturer), the recipe of Pakistan plus martial art (fight) thing was perfect to offend me. But again, I know how people feel about the people from my country. So the feeling faded away soon and I was again reading HR after a day or two. And here I am writing this story (actually completing it. It was in my drafts).

Healthy Fear

Nowadays, I am feeling like I am ignoring my urge to scribble just anything. I took a long break and then I come back here, today. Yesterday, I was reading a book and the writer mentioned a very unique type of fear; the fear of a beloved to be angry with you. Fear is a feeling associated with ‘unseen’ events, of course, but really, I never thought about fear like that.
Phobias and fear are not healthy, over all, but I think this type of fear is healthy.
I am writing this today, when I know my blog has been buried under many posts on your WordPress Reader, but surprisingly, I am short on words today. This idea of healthy fear is so powerful that I am feeling like I am a new world looking inside my mind with a new perspective.
Think, differently; think about the one you love. On the scale of 1 to 10 what is the level of healthy fear you have. Do you think it is a good measure of your love? How strange it is. Love makes you fearless, apparently, but at the same time it plants a new type of fear in yourself. It seems like love and fear are the two sides of the same coin.
As a blogger I lack the ability to write a comments-inviting post, but I really want to know what other souls think about this fear-love phenomenon.

My Blog Is On Google’s First Page!

I never do this kind of search (to be frank I just did once when this blog was new).
I typed in google ‘Black Grey and White wordpress blog’ and it was the fourth result on first page!
I do not know if it is something to be so joyous about but I am.
When I googled only the words ‘Black Grey and White’, this blog was on third page-fourth result. Now, it makes sense!

The long journeys I take:

Life in a prison is not so boring. Believe me, it is so fasicnating. The flights my mind take to the far off places back into the past or the leaps it takes towards the future are so fun. I sometimes become astonished on the ability of my mind of making stories of my own life! Each and every story is so different, although, they all start with the same ‘present moment’. For example, my mind can make a whole new story starting from this very moment when I am writing this line of my blog post. Aand believe me, it will end up in a whole new environment and plot using all the characters that are present in my life at this moment. Many of them I want to be disappeared and only a few are those I always want to be with me till the end. To be honest, the count of the people I want near my death bed when my time comes can be reduced to the size of my ‘then family’.

See, how my mind shift time zones. From that line to the time when I will be taking my last breaths or maybe, I will be delivering a departing speech to my loved ones who will soon forget a large part of what I will have said.

The coolest part of some of my life stories is the alien invasion/arrival. Yeah, you may laugh now. Many of the times my ‘present moment’ is in kitchen when I am mixing the appropriate portion of spices to make a scumptious meal. The time when the spices are mixed and brain stops the careful ‘teaspoon-tablespoon calculations’, my hands take over the meal business and my mind goes back to the ‘story-making mode’. Suddenly, the dense layer of dark grey clouds parts and with luminous streaks of lights and thunderous sounds a UFO appears. The body of the UFO is always rotating and a inclined staircase like surface comes of it. My mind always pictrues a round shaped typical UFO. It is maybe because of two reasons. First, something really mystyful is attached to this circular UFO because of all the movies, books and magazines. Secondly, I don’t believe in some ‘super intelligent aliens’. That is why the aliens in my life stories always use last century’s circular spaceships to travel to Earth.

People say that if you want your mind to stop bothering you, keep yourself busy. But what about the mind that is capable of multitasking?

Me-Blog Post: Things I Don’t Like

This blog is not about “me”. Here, I write for people. Sometimes to help them and some times to cheer them up. I think, making someone smile is also a kind of favor. So, yes, I actually help others through this blog. But I don’t know why, today I am writing about “me”. And this is about things I do not like.

1. I don’t like people who don’t like me! Hahaha

2. I don’t like blueberry ice-cream because my pediatrician used to give me a cough syrup in blueberry flavor.

3. I don’t like French fries. I actually, LOVE it.

4. I don’t like zero-size models. No, I don’t hate them, but  I don’t like them because they are making people starve to death! most importantly, they are presenting a body image far from reality thus, causing people to feel a kind of inferiority complex.

5. I don’t like politicians.

6. I don’t like religious extremists.

7. I don’t like cluttered and messy rooms.

8. I don’t like liars, nosey and fake people, esp. the ones who show off and pretend a lot.   

9. I don’t like pet’s poop.

10. I don’t like posts like this one. Really. I think, blogs should be used to help people.


Do you learn anything from this post? No, really! I want to know!


A Writer Who Does Not Want Money: Part 2

I posted this yesterday and my friend ( I count her among my friends, now) commented,

“I hate to tell you but a publisher will not publish without some expectation of earnings from your book. They’ll get it through charging you to publish it and/or selling them. You can go to a printer and have them print it/ self-publishing and then do what you want with them. If you have no desire to make $ for yourself or a ministry what is your motive?

I thank her to for this comment as it really made me think. What I want?
I think I want to reach people through my writings. I want to help souls even if I am confined in my room (no I am not a prisoner, but a housewife and I am glad I am). How I want to help? My blog is somewhat the shade of my desire. I want to contribute to the peace of minds; to the relaxation of souls; to lift up the spirits. I do not have money for this purpose. So, I opt for a blog and am considering self publishing (if it exists for free). May God help me. Amen.

When People Stop Following My Blog

One day, I realized that the number of my blog followers is not increasing like it was increasing when I joined WordPress. Well, maybe, one is reason is; I am not very active and not being the crazy blogger I used to be. And second reason is; I have been thinking a lot that my mind is numb. Well, I was talking about the wordpress followers following everything but my blog.
This tendency of people have made me brave. Now, when I know that people are not interested in my blah-g I am free to write whatever I want. Yay!
Ahem… Should I really be happy? Believe me I am. I am writing here anonymously and no one knows what I am up to. I can brag, I can share good things. I can kick my dark side and share with the whole world the story of what and how happened. (Like here ; ) I can be what I want. Because I know. No one knows that I am sharing.
This scenario have another side too. It is my side; my tendency of not improving as a blogger. SEO, search engines, permalinks, meta…metaphysics? I don’t know. Whatever I am not doing whet I used to do for others. (Yes, I used to write SEO articles). It is my space. I am freeeee! Let see who is thinking with me in the same rhythm in this huge world and joins me incidentally.

The Two Best Ways Theory

Stress, worries and fears are inseparable part of life. I have practiced many methods to get rid of all such energy sucking emotions. Without going into the details of how’s and whats I am going to share with all the Struggling Souls, TBWs (Two Best Ways) to forget every negative feeling and go on with your life happily. I would be glad if someone share it. Although, this is my theory, but I would be glad to see it under someone else’s name. Just share it!. The whole point of my success lies in spreading this so the people who do not have discovered my blog yet benefit from this theory.
Here it goes;
Two Best Ways Theory (TBW Theory)
An average day of a person can be divided into 2 parts according to the level of physical and mental activity in order to gain material or spiritaual or emotional benefits.
i. Higher Level Activity Part
ii. Lower Level Activity Part

i. Higher Level Activity Part
The HLAP (Higher Level Activity Part) comprises of the time when a person is at work or with his/her family. During HLAP a person can deal with stress by concentrating all his physical and mental effort on present.
This concentration can be achieved by doing the work you love, practicing a hobby. avoiding stressful jobs that you dont like and surrounding yourself with positive people.

ii. Lower Level Activity Part
The LLAP (Lower Level Activity Part) is the part of a day when a person is not very active physically or mentally for example when he/she comes back from work or when it is bedtime. During LLAP a person can deal with stress by giving God whatever is causing the burden. Ask God to hold it untill you are ready to take it back.

The Relationship; Part One

It may not be a perfect start for a blog post; because ultimately we all want audience. Many of the times I do care, but sometimes I do not care about what people think and who would read my writings. Well, I woke up yesterday but couldn’t find the time to write anything. I was feeling like I had not been writing for many days. It was just a few minutes ago that I checked my last post date. I wrote my last post on 3rd April and today is 8th; only 4 days in between. But for me it was a long time. Why I did not write? I did not have anything to write.
But, yesterday, something strange happened. Have you ever experience ‘wandering’? Strolling with nothing on your mind; just walking and observing surroundings. And I am not talking about rambling with your dog on walkways surrounded by green fields. I am talking about going to small roadside bazars, watching people arguing when bargaining over a few pennies. There, shopping choices are apparently many but possibilities are limited. I am talking about a walk on small lanes and along unfinished road tracks, dusty and muddy.
I went on such a walk yesterday. Alone. Not with my friend this time. So, you may anticipate what a women walking alone in such areas could experience; scorching hungry dirty gazes, evil grins. But it was not the center of my attention. I just kept moving ahead. I was feeling something else; a connection that was binding me with all the surroundings. The energy that was so engaging that I did not had even a millionth of a moment to pay attention to all the negativity. I was alone, but I was feeling the traces of the shepherd’s personality even here! Everywhere! In such a place that was just opposite to the mere glimpse of him. I remember him once saying, ” Want to experience the purity? Look into a dirty pool where that flower blooms.”
A maybe 12 year old buying cheap dresses with her mother and father. I felt the innocence in her eyes that sparkled when the shopkeeper showed her something colorful.
I literally took a deep breath when there was dust everywhere and an uncovered sewerage line. Gross? Yeah, call me crazy. I wanted to feel the connection more deeply. There were houses there. People live there. They breathe. There were plants, grass and flowers along that dirty water way. Those remind me of the shepherd. The eyes of toddlers, their smiles, their cute moves, everything symbolized his speech. I noticed a wall with very beautiful hand painted pictures. There was some artist nearby.
An old man was selling fruit in front of a huge shopping mall keeping an eye on a 5,6 year old kid who probably was his grandson. The kid was sitting on the stairs of the mall writing in his small copy without noticing other kids of his age in the mall enjoying, buying expensive fun stuff and new clothes with their parents. The kid was seemed contented with his cheap looking but clean dress….
(to be cont.)