You are finally one year old. As it is with all offspring,the first year is the year of learning the ropes and gaining experience. It is all about how the child needs to be fed, what time he or she should sleep, how the tantrums can be controlled etc.
You, Reverb 27,are my brainchild and we are also growing together, learning new things and working on new projects. We may be taking baby steps right now but I dream of a brighter future. God willing,we are going to grow up to be a star. On thisbirthday month I would like to wish and hope for more blessings,to be showered byGod, to make this organization stronger and healthier.
I would like to thank its entire team of advisors, writers, contributors and especially all the clients who have trusted us with their assignments and projects. We are grateful to be serving such esteemed organizations &individuals. We hope to grow our client pool and portfolio, larger than last year.
Thank you God and please keep showering your blessings on Reverb 27.
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
‘Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I’ve said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I’ve been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
My God, amazing how we got this far
It’s like we’re chasing all those stars
Who’s driving shiny big black cars
And everyday I see the news
All the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
Singing straight, too cold
I don’t really like my flow, no, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
Oh, got no reason, got no shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don’t let me disappear
I’ma tell you everything
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics ever jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect lie
Don’t care if critics never jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away, all my secrets away
Heard this new song and I am loving it. The lyrics are pasted below and the video is shared in the column. Check it out!
There’s a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bring me out the dark.
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I’ll lay your ship bare.
See how I’ll leave, with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do.
There’s a fire starting in my heart,
Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bring me out the dark.
The scars of your love, remind me of us.
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it
To the beat
Baby I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one of you and I’m gonna make your head burn,
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there as mine sure won’t be shared
The scars of your love, remind you of us.
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it
To the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it
With a beating
Throw your soul threw every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
And you played it to the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside your hand
But you played it,
You played it,
You played it
You played it to the beat
My blog, I’ve missed you. Not a day went by that I didn’t think about you. But now I will start off with a list of reasons, which you may think are excuses, for not writing to you. I feel sad to think that you, my best friend, will misunderstand me but here I am with my list and your anger of desertedness.
I have been so busy with writing for Reverb27 that I just didn’t get a chance to write even a small post to you. I know, I know, this is not fair and you are the first writing portal I started so the least I can do is keep you updated. But you will be able to understand that career takes its course and especially with a self owned venture it is quite crazy when I have tons of projects to write and write.
Second reason, which will make you very sad, is that my pure reason for inspiration to write has kind of diminished. Yes, I am speaking about Patriotism. With so many things going bad and so many incidents taking place with me and my family’s lives, I just don’t feel like writing about Patriotism is right anymore. Nothing inspires me here. It’s like that little fire I had, which showed me things would improve, has been extinguished by crazy winds. Don’t get me wrong, I still love Pakistan, but am disappointed with the surroundings.
Third reason, which has really nothing to do with me directly but you can still pin a blame on me, is “bad quality of internet”. Thanks to PTCL for acquiring a perfectly good internet service provider, Maxcom and making me hate it. Earlier my friends were jealous and now I curse the internet connectivity and naturally PTCL almost every other day for it keeps disconnecting every time I am about to upload a post. Pathetic isn’t it? With such bad service quality they expect businesses to flourish and contribute to economy. May I ask, HOW??!
The last reason, before you can pass your judgment, is well known to all living things in Karachi – “KESC”. Remember the term ‘Eid ka chaand’ was said to people who would hardly show up. This term is now exclusively dedicated to electricity. So when the power does come back I prioritize and get Reverb27 work done first. I know, I am sorry
There, now I am done. I will hang my head low till you forgive me or pass a judgment… I know in my heart you will find it in you to forgive me especially since I got you a new look.
I cannot promise to keep you updated but will try…
We were driving on a wide open road. The sun was hiding behind the clouds but it was a bright and shiny day. The car ride was smooth and we had almost reached home when suddenly he took a sharp turn to the left almost missing a big ditch in the road. Just as we were recovering from the swerve, there was another blind cut to the right and that is when I saw the gaping pothole in the road and the car came to a screeching halt. I could see beads of sweat on his forehead. I too found myself trying to catch my breath and trying to calm my mind. We had almost missed a major accident. “Where do I go from? All these roads seem to be dug up with deep ditches. We’d never make it through” he said.
I looked to my left and saw a road that seemed to be normal, “I think we can go from this side, however this looks like a new road and I don’t think I know the way”.
If you had the chance to save money, create more jobs, reduce pollution, save trees, and help in decreasing energy consumption, would you not? If the answer to that is ‘yes’, the solution is very simple but requires commitment. But if your answer is ‘why do I care?’ then stop reading this post now.
So how would you achieve all these without spending an extra buck? Simple! Through RECYCLING!
Who knew that 5 months and few days later I would be sitting here in my room with the winter chills writing this wonderful post which might be boring for some and interesting for others. When I decided to start my own company I didn’t know it was going to be such a pain to just have the idea formalized. Honestly my determination to be an entrepreneur hasn’t been effected but surely my patience has increased by at least 150%. The blame goes to Adobe Photoshop and HTML. Confused? I will explain…
Women harassment, a topic that is sensitive yet common, controversial and happening ever so often. It is sad and unfortunate yet true and widespread. I ask is there any stopping to this nonsense? That raises comments from diverse set of people, some of which I may understand and some to which I get enraged.
