Tuesday 18 December 2012

Mazda Diaries: An Appeal

I have observed many people during my journeys in buses who boards the bus at one stop, tell their problems in a manner that some emotional person will melt and give them some money. All this is a matter of one stop and after gathering Rs. 10- 20, the leave in search of another bus at the next stop. There had been aged people, people with kids hanging or holding some medical reports.

Today, I saw one of a different kind. He was (apparently) deaf and asked for help in a manner that many had never thought about.



I was astounded by this piece of brilliance. At first, the man distributed the cards to each person and then went to the women's compartment to explain that he is deaf and mute and then started collecting money. By the time he took all the cards back, he had collected around Rs. 40 within a single stop.

P.s. Not making fun of any one here but just as I read the card, I opted for observing a minute's silence for what had been done to the beautiful (English) language.

Friday 7 December 2012

Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again...

That early morning PTV cartoon to wake me up...

Heading to school with a hanging bottle in the neck.....

That joy of knowing a teacher is absent and a free period will be given...

Those paper based games and the joy of winning them...

Being a champion of Book Cricket and Hand Cricket...

Those special arrangements on the PT period day....

Being the flag bearer for my campus at the Sports Day in the Naval uniform...

That pleasure of being the Monitor and bossing around in the class,

Taking unfair advantage of the good kid image created.....

Ditching close friends at last second in the test and listening to their taunts...

Hiding in a corner with best friend until lunch is shared with him....

Fighting with people in the van to grab window seat...

That Amrood and Makayee wala outside school gate....

Having arguments with mum about "Jo miss ne kaha hai wohe theek hai"

Coming back to watch Sesame Street's Urdu version "Khul ja Sim Sim"....

That freedom of playing outside one hour before Maghrib....

Those couple of hours with a stick on head while revising school work...

Those late night 30 minutes allowed on Sega given to wear off tiredness given by studies....

That ban on setting a foot outside during exams...

That greeting with a couple of slaps when told that I got 9.5 out of 10...

Those expectations from me every session of coming first in class...

Taking Ninja Turtles cassette on rent first day of the vacations...

Those imaginary friends whom I played Cricket and Hockey matches with...

That unhealthy obsession with a song...

Those moments of watching wrestling sneakily with my Grandfather...

That night before an important Cricket match, sleeping with the ball kept under the pillow....

Those tensions of losing the ball right before leaving the home for the match...

That moment of madness when all levels of Tekken 3 were cleared with a single token...

That disappointed walk after not being able to drive at Dodging Cars at Sindbad's....

Those weekends spent at Nani's place just to watch an Indian movie with Mamun...

Spending open-handedly at the Doli wala jhoola...

Falling in to the trap of Pathan bhai with Rifle and balloons tied on a board....

Counting Eidi every 5 minutes and comparing it with cousins'...

Mom taking the Eidi by promising to double it up next month...

That happiness of getting the first computer...

Being a master at every game and bragging about it at school...

Making that first ever k3wlx email ID...

Blushing to the thought of first crush...

That moment when girls saved me from being expelled from the school...

Those countless reminders by them...

Those Cricket team politics and awkward happiness when nominated Captain...

That dream of joining Air Force being crashed right at the last moment...

I want those days back...

I want to go back in time...

I want to live those days again...

I want to be stress free again...

Give me another chance...

I wanna grow up once again :'(

p.s. I tried hard to rhyme it.

Friday 23 November 2012

Love is in the air ♥

Here they are. From love with Quetta. Chilling, flirting with us. They have made us to wait for so long. These winds, announcing the return of short winter season for Karachi. As you wish to stay inside a blanket with a book and a mug of hot chocolate/coffee beside you. But for me, this is night has something special.

On nights like this, you wish to walk along the beach, holding hands and sharing the deepest secrets of your life with that someone special ♥

Why I shouldn't study...


Bhae dekho. Ab tum barrey ho, toh tum studies complete karogey, phir job karogey toh busy hojao gey 9-5 most prolly, phir, engagement hojayegi tumhari tou unn madam ko bhi attention deni hogi. Phir shadi hojaye gi tou phir tum poorey uncle hogey, Isliye, don't study.
No one else can come up with a better reason than this to not study. Aaloo, teri cuteness <3

Quotes 2

Too damn bored, nothing to do at all. (I have to study but, **** them). So, another collection of some words that I randomly say and people end up Retweeting/starring them.

Coke. Coke Halal Sharaab hai.

Be nice to those who truly knows you. Otherwise, the world works with a stick.

Such a lovely, f****** bitch insomnia is.

For some in our society, Nikah Nama is just an official license to fuck.

Memories. They make sure they haunt you once in a while.

Life has its own ways of flirting with you.

Confusing questions are the first step towards recognising your love.

There are people around who will always find some sense in your insanity.

There's a limit for everything. If we get over ambitious, we'll lose it for when we need it the most.

Monday 5 November 2012

Too much caring is harmful...

I'm going through a writer's block. Just to take my frustrations out.

My Eid ul Fitr was ruined by some family shit. The only difference on Bakra Eid was that the incident happened on 2nd day. All Eid holidays were spent at home while I tried to study for my exams. Since then, people have been saying that I have not been the same person. I realised it too. I have been quiet. Not enjoying anything at all. Even the BBQ party with friends. Tried to be back on cricket field today. Didn't do anything else than conceding 18 runs in an over. And now here I am, with a book open in front of me, out of anything to do. Craving to listen to sad songs and breaking that promise with myself to not go to that emo mode again. Just finished up completing a sad songs playlist.

Realised another thing tonight that I care too much for everyone. Too fucking much. And it always end up people appreciating (asking to shut the hell up) me for it. I can't see anyone sad, that's my weakness but gotta realise that I have no responsibility to cheer up every single person. Yeah, someone surely needs to put that inside me.

Pray for me that I start studying. Praying for my exams won't help if I never really start studying.

Bye.

Friday 12 October 2012

One for emotionally handicapped...

Just getting bored and don’t know what to do. I have exams starting from 30th but I don’t feel like studying at all. As I ask my twitter followers to tell em something productive to do, this suggestion came. Write something for the emotionally handicapped people.

I seriously don’t know what it is and as I googled it, it tells me that it some psychotic disorder. Might be caused by failure to achieve anything in academics or due to some life events. to hell with it. What I understand is that its something related to people not showing any emotions at all when it is required the most.

I guess I can relate myself to that. As a kid, someone pinched me and I used to cry. During final days of my O levels, because of the fault of other section’s students, our headmistress came and slapped everyone in the class. I remember I cried at the first one and was then mocked at by everyone that I easily cried. Since that point, I don’t know if I’m right to call it, I have become much stronger that even at the death of close relative, I never feel like crying. Some 6 months ago, my great grandmother passed away. Personally, she meant a lot to me. I tried hard but couldn’t make myself to cry as the last stone on her grave was laid. I was sad all day but never showed it to anyone. A couple of months ago, I failed two of my ACCA exams. I had planned to get done with it till then. That night, I beat the hell out of myself but just could not cry to let out my frustration at myself..

In my opinion, being emotionally handicapped has not everything to do with just crying. It could be anything. For example, not trusting anyone to share your feelings and emotions with. You may have had such bad experiences in the past that you consider no one to be so much trustworthy. Or the ones you care for are too far away from you to share how you would like to. Or like in my case, been hurt so much in childhood that even the biggest sorrow can’t make you show the emotions.

But being an emotionally handicapped person may have its drawbacks too. There may be someone caring for you all the time but you never notice. Sometimes, physical presence can play a big part too. Someone holding your hand, tapping your head or leaning a shoulder can help a lot whenever you are sad or let out something that has been bothering you.. Someone who can listen to your rants or whatever without a blink of an eye and comfort you.

To conclude, it’s good to be an emotionally handicapped person at times because you are not easily played with. But, on the other hand, you should never lose someone who has been caring for you all the time. To let out your feelings, i’d advise to write a diary or a blog. this writing thing helps you to feel less burdened. It feels like you have let out everything that has been held inside you and has been bothering you. Don’t be a sad soul, live and enjoy every moment the life has provided you with. Make out your own ways to enjoy it. Or just listen to the beautiful music of 90′s of Bollywood.

Thursday 11 October 2012

The future of Pakistan cricket.

Another semi final defeat at World T20. Another day of accusations and no bond between team members. Captain going for priorities than experience and best combination. Experienced players not performing well up to the expectations from them. Some playing in the whole tournament because of the performance in one single match. Many things went wrong, many lessons were learnt (if they want to learn) during our journey in the World T20.

Sharing my personal opinion, Hafeez is a defensive captain. Although he tried his level best to win the semi final by standing there for more than half of the innings but his decisions while fielding has surely raised some fingers. Against India when we were defending below par 129, why didn't he ever put on a slip in either power play or even after power play. If you're defending a total like that, even if you go down, you should go down trying. Similarly, why was Sohail Tanvir never asked to bowl out his quota in semi final when he had given just 11 in 3 overs? Hafeez never really understood the pitch. He went with the same strategy he used against Australians, forgetting that Srri Lankans play spin much better than Kangaroos.

Anyways, what's done is done. Let's look at the future and next World T20 in Bangladesh. Captain Hafeez, Imran Nazir, Shoaib Malik, Shahid Afridi, Abdur Razzaq, Yasir Arafat and the maestro, Saeed Ajmal, they all are in their Thirties. By the next World T20, a couple of them or more might retire. This is where we need to see if we have their backups available.

Talking about partnership, we have so much talent in the form of Ahmed Shahzad and Nasir Jamshed. We have the talent of Umar Akmal, Asad Shafiq, Ramiz Raja Jr., Khalid Lateef, Hammad Azam, Junaid Khan and many more who are hungry to perform for the national team. For years, our batting has been the weakest and it'll be truly tested on the bouncy South African pitches in February next year.

Not just the T20 squad, we need to look to out Test/ODI squad too. Misbah is 38 and all those above mentioned are mostly a part of test squad too. We need to start grooming our players right now so that by the time we play in the next world competitions, these young guns have enough experience and they can justify their talent well.

In my opinion, captaincy should be handed over to a young leader at this stage. Taking South Africa's or India's example, what they did with Dhoni and Greame Smith. They appointed them the captain when the team was in a build up process with a few veterans around. For T20, the ideal choice will be Nasir Jamshed. As for ODI/Tests, Azhar Ali could be a very good choice. They both have shown their immense talent and are now experienced too. If they can carry on with the skipper's armband for a couple of years and with the talent that is still coming from this country, Pakistan could become the Australia of the decade from 1999-2008. Although, the team is unpredictable, but you can never count them out. Ever.

Monday 8 October 2012

A memory

We started the school together. We shared the van. We lived near by. We were in the same class. We competed with each other for top position in class. We fought on little things. We helped each other in exams. We were then separated. We met again after couple of years. Exchanged numbers. Re lived our friendship. People thought I had a crush on her. Waited for her outside my college for 3 hours in scorching heat but she never came. She changed her number and never told me about it. She then restricted one friend to give me her number. This is the last text I received from her.


خاموش لہجے میرے ہمدم کبھی بولا نہیں کرتے
درد و غم کو ہر کسی کے سامنے کھولا نہیں کرتے۔۔۔
محبت تو محبت ہے، بڑی انمول ہوتی ہے،
محبت کو کبھی ترازو میں تولا نہیں کرتے۔۔۔۔
میرے خاموش رہنے پر کوئ الزام مت دینا،
سمندر تو سمندر ہے، کبھی بولا نہیں کرتے۔۔۔۔
Khamosh lehje meray humdum kabhi bola nahin kartay,

Dard-o-ghum ko har kisi k samne khola nahin kartay....

Mohabbat tou mohabbat hai, bari anmol hoti hai,

Mohabbat ko kabhi tarazoo mein tola nahin kartay...

Meray khamosh rehne per koi ilzaam mat dena,

Samandar tou samandar hai, kabhi bola nahin kartay...

Saturday 6 October 2012

The curious case of Pakistani media... Part 3

Entertainment and News aside, they are now using religion to make money and get famous. Just as they officially announce the sighting of moon, all those singers turned naat khwaan are seen on TV screens. Those who act/appear wearing sleeveless come in full hijaab and no one seem to have better knowledge of Islam than them.

All of the above described shit have no comparison to what these Islamic Scholar turned celebrities do. All to get those TRPs. I guess everyone knows what goes around for more than 6 hours in Ramazan every year. Bringing up sad stories so that people can donate to their trusts. The jack of all, those special prayers on sacred nights. Every one knows who is the pioneer of it. even after a leaked video, people are defending him. The dua hasn't even started he starts crying like a baby. Dude, get a life, seriously. It totally looks fake. But our public is to be blamed for it too. Don't we have any sense at all? Or are we blindfolded by such pious people that we will never question their integrity?

Where does this all Islamic appearance go just as the Chaand Raat is announced? It's all dancing and music on Eid day. No one ever shows if those people for whom the aids were collected have celebrated their Eid happily or not.

What we need is a serious revolution in our media. We have advanced ourselves way too early. When we could have taken this opportunity to spread our culture and show the talent to the world, all we are doing is to show the Indian culture. Their reality shows, their movies and their award shows. We have adopted their style of reporting too. Taking Cricket for example, when we win, celebrations and songs all around and whenever we lose, we just can't do anything but criticise the team and management. We forget what the players have done for the team and just for one loss, the media lose all the respect for them. We need to bring out ethics, rules and regulations about the conduct of these anchors, morning show hosts and news channels. Everyone, producer, director, anchor should be held accountable for something which is wrong. This is not western world and to hell with globalisation, we should be portraying our culture and norms. There was something about "geo Asool" but I guess like every other thing that was proposed for the betterment of this country, has been thrown in the trash. It's never too late for a change.

Thursday 4 October 2012

The curious case of Pakistani media... Part 2

Continued from here.

For 36 years, Pakistani Television viewers were provided by the news which only the Capitol (Governments) wanted to show. The only source to get factual news were the newspaper and only a couple of them were only trusted. Since the boom in 2000 with the emergence of Geo and ARY networks, the scenario got totally reversed. Until 2003, we did not have cable. During that time, all we heard were the praises for the newly introduced news channels. People were praising for factual and on-the-spot reporting within the minutes of an incident.

As I stated in the previous post, we had a kick-start but then we started to collapse. Take reporting for example. Any terrorist activity, they were in a rush to reach the spot and then brag about for more than 24 hours that they were the first to break the news. They never cared that underage, those with soft hearts and every kind of person is watching their reports and believing them. They didn't refrain from showing uncensored pictures of brutal dead bodies of those affected by blasts. Moreover, what follows after a sad incident. The depressed reports about someone losing their only brother, some pregnant woman losing her husband or someone who was about to get married. It is exaggerated so much that even a normal healthy person can have effects on health because of the sadness. During all this, the famous question of every single reporter. Someone has just lost their family member and you are asking "Aap Ko Kaisa Mehssos Ho Raha Hai?" Like seriously, will they say that they feel like dancing or laughing out loud?

Some extra ordinary incident happens and it is on the TV for 24 hours. Take an example of the destructive earthquakes in 2008 or floods in 2010. All these news channels showed were the images of affected areas and families throughout the day. It was like nothing else is happening in the country at all. I remember that Ata'a abad lake incident. News channels were covering it like this is the most important national issue. After a week, there was no mention of it at all. They had done their work of spreading panic among the public.

If that wasn't enough, we adopted the Indian style of reporting. Reporting with threatening type of background beats and using of slides with rhyming sentences and trying to create some chaos. Just portraying that some crime show is on air. To make matters much more worse, there are special hours dedicated to absolutely cheap reporting. For example, someone is selling Camel's milk at some roundabout in Lahore or some local council administrator has constructed a well furnished bathroom somewhere in Sindh. If they are that free, why don't they go and learn something about responsible reporting? Sundays, when mostly news channels have nothing to show. all they do is to report about some person who is not able to support his children who are suffering from some life threatening disease or some elder person who is not getting his/her pension. If you have to do this, why don't you do this on weekdays in your normal bulletins?

Another cause for the looming downfall, we never defend our nation in international matters. Those bomb attacks in Mumbai, as always, India put the blame on Pakistan. Instead of defending our country, one of those channels were so fond of investigation that they found the home of the detained terrorist and proved that he is a Pakistani. Same thing for the spot fixing scandal. Instead of defending Pakistani players, we helped the English media and courts to provide judgments against Pakistani players though there were serious issues of breaching the privacy by English tabloid. Such is the biased media of Pakistan and then we bring that crappy reason of freedom of speech and reporting of truth.

Kawwa chala huns ki chaal, apni bhi bhool gaya. Yeh zarb ul misal hamaray news chanells kay liye he kahi gayee thi. One channel started a talk show, and the others followed with it. Those who were news anchors are now anchor person of these political talk shows. Every day, they just have to somehow pass the hour between 8 to 9 when most people are back from their work and wait for the full bulletin at 9. Random politician been called, debate between the rival political parties on not so national issues with an expert and they are done. Some took the stage to make politicians confess of something from the past while others were just happy in enjoying fights. All for the TRPs. Our current minister of something once regarded the then important figure in politics as a slut. Just a couple of months ago, almost every social media activist and user watched how these talk shows are recorded and whatever happens during the break.

It is no time for gaining TRPs and revenue. It's time we sit together and define some ethics for this industry. It's time we determine what we need to show and what should not. It's time we determine how to report on facts and not do scripted reporting. It's time we make regulations and hold these media giants accountable for whatever wrong they do. I will again say that I'm not a student of mass communication and these were shared as a general public of what I have observed over these years.

Wednesday 3 October 2012

The curious case of Pakistani media... Part 1


I'm not a student of mass communication or any media related degree programme but what I see almost every day, it has made me to express my opinion on this topic. From interviews of celebrities every day to discussing pregnancy issues and chatting with 8 months old pregnant women on live TV, this is what has happened to Pakistani media since there was a boom in early 2000s.
With the emergence of Geo and ARY networks, it was hoped that the true image of Pakistani media will be portrayed after we had so many years of what the Capitol (Government) wanted to show the world. Sad to say that just like our Cricket team, after a kick start, we are already on our way towards a big collapse.
First, it was the entertainment channels who started adopting Indian style of dramas/soaps and awkward editing. Our society was already spoiled by Indian media and all we did was to provide a helping hand to it. Telecasting Indian reality shows when we could have started one in our own country.
Morning shows. I remember the time when the morning show had started at 7 am just for the school going kids so that they go happily to school after watching a cartoon. It was a great idea to start calling celebrities for the interviews early morning and promotion of their activities. All credit to Nadia Khan though who assured that there is some innovation always and people don't get bored. Since she left this job, it has been a serious downfall. All we had were just people getting married week after week. Dancing hosts, cheap comedy and one poor Amjad Sabri singing Qawalies and wedding sons on every single channel. What one channel did, was soon followed by another channel. They didn't just stop here. Then there was a series of raiding dating spots in Karachi, shows on reality of paranormal stuff, black magic and now, the worst. Live Goud Bharayee.
Are they serious? Do the producers or channel owners have any sense? This is not some foreign country where programme ratings will be respected for even a bit. Seriously, who does live Goud Bharayee and answer questions about how are they managing or enjoying pregnancy on live TV? Moreover, today there were sitting 7 or 8 months pregnant women with their husbands and they were being interviewed.. All sorts of things were happening. Men being asked to show the love for their pregnant wives and everything. Like seriously, aren't there any ethics or rules?
Dramas. Although they have brought some great talent in showbiz but is it the Indian style that we wanted? Some serial has been running for 3 years now and I don't know if anyone still watches it. Some of the new serials, hats off to them for portraying the true image of our society especially when it comes to the lower class or lower middle class people but there will always be some Indian influence. Take reality shows for example. When they could have started their own shows, they are telecasting Indian shows and our public is so immature that they are sending SMS to local channels about who in their opinion should win, rather than concentrating on the fact that it has already been finished long time ago.
There's so much to write about but I guess I'll just stick to entertainment part only. Be back later with the news/information part.

Saturday 15 September 2012

T20


Just another post on the craziest Cricket scene at the moment. T20 World Cup. Like every other (true) Pakistani Cricket supporter, I'm all pumped up for it. I have exams for the next three months but no, I'd never be bothered by it.
Since the first event in 2007, the world has known what Pakistan could do in the shorter format of the game. Finalist in 2007 (that freaking shot by Misbah), Winners in 2009 (That voice of David Lloyd saying "Boom Boom") and Semi Finalist in 2010 (Hussey you **********) is enough to tell about how good they have been in this competition.
If this was the former Pakistani team, I'd have some doubts over them. But this is the fresh blood, well mixed with experienced campaigners like Afridi, Abdur Razzaq, Malik and Gul. Not to forget the magician and the best bowler in the world at the moment, Saeed Ajmal.
These four weeks will be fun. Many Pakistani fans will appear if they reach the semi finals. Screenings will be arranged, shirt sales will reach a new high while so many new brands will start to appear on Facebook newsfeed with their awkward type of supporting shirts for Team Pakistan. Memes. Fucking memes all over. Twitter, my timeline will be full of experts. I am one of them but at the end of the day I think that why do we do that. Is team management actually reading what we have to say? Are they taking everything into consideration? But just like every other Pakistani, I guess we will never stop.
Back to cricket now. This time, Pakistan is placed in Group D. Definitely, a group of Death, sharing it with New Zealand and Bangladesh. Over the years, Bangladesh had not been a problem at all but this time it's different. Shakib, world's best All-rounder. That midget Mushfiq is powerful too. At the open, Tamim is a totally different thing. They came closer twice to beat Pakistan in the Asia Cup. Then we have NZ. There might be so many new names but this team has just beaten the big mouthed, over confident cunts India in their own backyard. So yeah, this will be a test too.
Whatever the scenario will be, deep down I know that I'll be watching every match till the very last ball because of this hopeless love story of mine with the most unpredictable Cricket team. It can win a long lost match and can lose a match which it had dominated for 95% of the time. Best of Luck Pakistan. Let's bring back the cup where it belongs ♥
I hope we get this sight once again. Best of luck.

Wednesday 12 September 2012

Emos all around

Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, everywhere you see, there is some emo in your newsfeeed or timeline. They say that I don't know about it. Dude, I have been through much worse. You don't know the pain of losing brothers and friends every couple of years... Anyways, I'm not composing to share my sorrows and everything.

According to my estimation, almost 80% of people are depressed because of love. Seriously people? For just a single person, you keep on ranting. Get sad. Do you ever realise what's happening around you when you're sinking into this low mode? For just one freaking person who you're not sure about if he/she will be there with you for your whole lifetime, you're missing on these wonderful days of your life.

I have been there. I have had those type of days but when I got back to my mind, I only realised that I was at the fault. I expected way too much then it actually was. I was kind of blindfolded.

Get your ass up kids. Your time is not worth for one fucking bitch or bastard. See around you. Your parents, friends and those who actually care about you. While  you're weeping for one, someone else who is there to care for you is also being hurt. I advise everyone to get a best friend. With whom you can just rant, cry, laugh and do everything you want to. I respect my best friends a lot because they have been there for me every time I wanted to rant. Even though one of them doesn't even regard me as their best friend.

Anyways, all you emos, you get this life only once. Live it to the fullest. Don't be fucking sad. Give up on sad songs. Go out, have fun. Be a child. Ride on those amusement park rides. Think like a pervert. it will definitely bring a smile on your face. Eat chocolate. Lots and lots of it. this is the time of your life which you should be enjoying. later, you have the tensions of your boss, family, kids and everything. Live it now or you'll regret it for your whole lifetime. CHIN UP, SMILE, FUCK THE PERSON WHO HAS MADE YOU SAD.

Tuesday 4 September 2012

What I have been called

Our society is weird. We never call our children with their real names. with the name, a nick is always brought up. Whether it is in school, family or work, no one has a single name... Because of being short and overweight, I have been called with many names.. The ones I remember are set out below..

Miyan Jee: My parents named me because I resembled like fucking Nawaz Shareef when I was younger. Wtf.

Zainy: That's what my Khalas used to call me. I want those days back :'(

Khan: How the hell did I look like a Pathan?

Quiad e Azam: Because I once participated in a school function for 14th August

Chintoo: FML for that -.-

Creepy Stalker: I like that. Earned it from a best friend. Truly defines me.

Weird, Funnily Weird, Kuttay, Ugly, Lame, Idiot, Prick, Creep, Cute.. This is what my best friend has labelled me with and the best one with which she calls me, ZEE.

p.s. Thank you everyone for this LOVE.

Monday 27 August 2012

Rant. Rant. Rant.

So it's happening again. That Prime Minister of Pakistan usually remembered as Raja Rental is invited by the Kaana CJ to the Supreme Court and as always and will be asked (read requested) to write the letter to Swiss officials. Who are you kidding with, Cheap Justice? For all these 4 years or so, it has been the same story. Order, appeal, order, review request, order and it's going on and on and on... A month ago, after such a long sentence of HALF A MINUTE because of contempt of court, one of them was sent home. AFTER FOUR LONG YEARS. And now, the same will be repeated with the new one. It's all part of the plan. With all these appeals, time will pass and then we'll have the elections. Some new party will come, Zardari (read Kutta) will fly away to get some MEDICAL TREATMENT and then there'll be new drama of issuing warrants for him, bringing him back to the jail and all the shit. 

Moving on, society shit now. When will we ever get rid of the sick mentality that a girl and boy can never be good friends and that if they talk and laugh with each other, there is something between them? Why do some people thing that if some person smiles at them, he/she like them? When will we ever get rid of those creepy dads who think that their daughters will fall in love if they ever go to co education system? When will we stop fixing our children's marriage just as they are born? When will we listen to our children about what they want to do with their life and stop bossing on them and asking them to become what we had planned to but could never do it? When will we start thinking that marriage is not about bringing a servant for you with whom you can have sex too? When will we stop shutting up our children with "bachchon kay koi dard nahin hota" if they ever complain about some ill health? When will this society get over from those norms of the 17th century? World is landing "Curiosity" on Mars and we're still beating up women because we don't have an answer to their argument... Call me anything, I don't care if I sound like a feminist here.


Some family shit now that I want to rant about. You can close the page if you want to. Till last year when my father suffered from a stroke, our place used to be a dispute solver. There were days when people stayed till 3 in the night and the disputes ran while I tried to stay away from all that in my room but it somehow reached my ears. It halted for some months as my father started to sleep early but now, it has started again. Any family dispute, they come here, debate and leave. What it does is that there dispute is solved, they live happily but the atmosphere of my home gets distracted. My father never likes it but he never says that too. All that mishap and the following mood swings, I'm at the end of them mostly. I now have this liberty to go out and sit with friends during loadshedding times. At least for a couple of hours, I try to throw it away from my mind but then it's the same story... That will continue for a week or so and somehow I'll have to cope up with it.

There was much much more to rant about tonight but thanks to some songs and a little turn up of events, I started trolling some people and forgot all those things revolving inside my mind. Cheers. :)

Thursday 23 August 2012

Colours of Eid

As I came back from Eid prayers, I saw little girls wearing bright colours and overloaded makeup with twinkling purse hanging while on other hand, little boys with shining glasses and watches roaming around in groups, pushing each other to get to the jhoola first, this is how the scenes have been outside my house on Eid day for the 22 years I have lived here.

Crispy new notes, a stall for (wannabe) Haleem Biryani, Gola Ganda wala, Taangay walay calling children and arguments about who came first to stand their and wait for the camel ride and among them all, are all these jhoolay. This one's my favorite. Doli Wala ♥ I remember, I used to give the person a 10 Rs. note and there I had my doli for 5 turns. That was the advantage of being a heavy fat ass :D The doli only belonged to me while others fought and were somehow managed in the other ones. The awkward tickling as the jhoolay wala is being forced to put in more effort because of the girl singing " Jhoolay walay jhoolay dou" (aagay ka mujhe nahin aata). Oh the memories associated with this ride :'/

Then there were the camel rides and the horse driven carriages (taanga).. Just as I finally got your chance to sit and take a ride, some uncle would appear and ask me to share it with his little son/daughter as the kid was afraid of taking it alone. I always feared the chants of "bhagao, bhagao" because those jumps were awkward and I always got side strain on my thighs and the jumps never helped it.



Please tell me what this white stuff is called.
Between all this,  there was a Pathan bhai with Air shot gun and the balloons, a couple of stalls where around 10 items were set and we were given 5 rings which we can throw at those items and claim them. A huge crowd of kids at the hotel because it was their chance to spend their Eidi on soft drink while no one was watching them at home. Then there was always a person who a little white chewy thing with rainbow colours which was wrapped around a stick and it was delicious. That person also had a lot of amazing stuff like magic stuff and patakhay wali gun.


All three days of Eid, it is like the same just outside my door... All these things takes me back to my childhood and I want to live these moments once again. In fact, I did today. Thanks to some relatives :D
Eid Mubarak everyone =)



Tuesday 21 August 2012

21st year

I just turned 22 a couple of days and already feel old. Very old. :/ Anyways, the year ended the way it started. In heartbreak. I thought I'd be done with my ACCA before but the heavens might want me to sit at home for six more months. A couple of days later I turned 21, I had failed in 2 out of 3 exams that I attempted that time and it is the same story this time around too. The only difference, it happened 10 days before my birthday. I may not show it to the world but it's only me who knows how did it feel...

I would not call it the best or the worst year of my life. While recovering from the sorrow of failure and knowing that I had to sit at home for the next six months, I started this. Blogging. (Happy 1st Anniversary to my blog. Yayyyy.) Having secured only 66 marks in O Levels English, (they should have given me 3 more, considering what I did to the English language. If You Know What I Mean) I never thought that I'd be able to write blogs. I was never confident enough. Thanks to my best friend, her proof reading, that I posted my first blog. After writing enough now, I now read those first blogs of mine and feel the lameness in them. I seriously thanks all those people who have been following and (if) read those blogs. Is till make a lot of grammatical errors but I seriously don't care.

Anyways, this blogging led me to become Section Head (Features) at KarachiTips blog and it has been a great experience since then. Our blog team, it is the best. I have made many friends and everyone of them has something special about them. In my partner, I found another best friend. The most mature teenager I have ever talked to.

The year was full of surprises too. I don't know what got into me and I fought with a best friend. Thankfully, she came here to visit and we resumed talking again. Secondly, I went out. If you know what I mean. And the way it happened, people still don't believe me. Thirdly, I was proposed. I had known it for long that the girl had hots for me and one night in February, she said it all. Guess I'm not a Forever Alone anymore.
The saddest part about this year, even more sadder than my results, I lost my great grandmother. She had been ill for so long. For 22 years I've seen her getting ill, fighting it bravely and then travelling all around Karachi to her children and grand children's places. She was the eldest of all who gave me Eidi every year and gift on my Birthday. We used to do little jokes about her falling ill again and again but to be honest, she was the bravest women I have known up till now. I still remember the compliment she gave me last year when she was suffering from stomach problems and I drove her to my grandmother's place. :'(
May Allah grant her Jannah and forgive all her sins if she ever did any.

Among with all these surprises and sorrows, this year has been fun too. With all those friends I have made from KT blog, I have had a really great time. I have gone out with them many times and it has been fun always. Our Twitter conversations have been awesome. Infact, I'm the one who has made most of them to start tweeting. I have found a great place to study. Dolmen Mall. Yeah !! I go there, play a couple of games of Crazy hoop and NFS Carbon and then I sit down to study with either some fried chicken, burger or pizza to accompany me. I started travelling in public buses. It has been one hell of an experience too. Standing all the, sitting in an empty bus or hanging from the door while there was a sandstorm outside, it has been purely awesome. As for my Twitter, Rio Ferdinand (Manchester United player) retweeted me once. I have gained around 200 followers. If you're not even following me, join the awesomeness on the right side ;)

Eid Mubarak and Happy First Anniversary to my blog :D

Friday 17 August 2012

Ramzan

Ramzan, Ramazan, Ramadan.. Whatever it is. It will always be Ramzan for me. Because that is what we have always heard.

Compared with last year, I know I haven't prayed or respected this month like I did last year. I tried hard to stop swearing but there had been events which had made me use those words. I vowed to not watch movies, I perfectly fulfilled it. Music, sorry I can't leave it. I have heard from those suddenly turned pious Muslims preaching about what will happen to me if I listen to the music while fasting. Somebody needs to tell them to stop swearing after preaching.

Quran. Alhamdulillah, at the moment I'm composing this, I have only one Siparah left and I'll be done with it after the Jumma prayers.

Prayers. Missed one or two of them. last year, I had got that black mark on my forehead. Not this time time though :'(

One thing I couldn't help this Ramzan is to control the pervert inside me. And well, Twitter helped in this cause too. I have suddenly developed this think with Coke. I get high when I drink a couple of glasses. While I had it during Iftar, couldn't help it at all to use double meaning sentences #IfYouKnowWhatIMean.

The only thing because of which I'm proud of myself is that I avoided internet totally on the last 5 odd nights...

Bottom line, time passed with the speed of light. it's already 28th day of Ramzan and Jumma tul Wida'a.. Alvida Alvida Maah e Ramazan :'(

Tuesday 24 July 2012

Do you actually read it?

It's been nearly one year since I joined blogger. I actually started to have something to do in my free time as I was sitting home that time around but it proved good as time passed. I was selected as a Section Head at KarachiTips blog.

What I have done all this time is just put what I have in my mind into words. I know I have a weak vocabulary and I make a lot of grammatical mistakes too. The basic reason I started blogging is to put out whatever is in my mind. There have been a couple of posts I guess where I have just put out the rage inside me due to some unexpected events. One of my posts got copied too by the way. Thanks to my stalking skills and awareness, I was able to find it out.

Anyways, the basic point of this post was that according to blogger's stats, my blog has been viewed 2700 times now. Seriously?! Like seriously? I just can't believe it. Thanks to everyone who visited it. By the way, do you actually read this or just hit the 'x' after reading the blog's title and description? I think these blogs from an insomniac could really work as a sleeping pill for people. Enough boredom for now, I'll be back later. Belated Ramazan Mubarak ♥

p.s. This awkward font of my posts, it is actually similar to my actual handwriting. I feel like I wrote with a pen.

Sunday 15 July 2012

Timepass

This is going to be one weird post. I have no idea what I'll be writing. Just making this effort to pass time on computer so that I can listen to the music while my father keeps staring at the screen to know what I'm doing and taunt me later that I only talk to girls on Twitter and Facebook :/

Anyways, just to write some more, here is the list of things on my mind. Or put it like the things I want while I'm getting bored in vacations.

1. I want a SMARTPHONE. I'm still living on the phone my father used once and now, it has been transferred to me. It is only good in hard times because of its features like torch or FM radio. Can't even listen to FM because my cats chewed the wire of hands-free. FML.

2. I want a PS3. It has been more than an year since my PS2 has malfunctioned and I have been deprived of playing FIFA -_______-

3. I#m listening to 90s' Indian music these days. I seriously don't know why. I do not like any other song and at the moment I'm writing this, I'm in a mood to listen to sad songs.

4. For past couple of days, I have been thinking about the girl I restricted myself to have a crush on. Once again, I seriously don't know why. to make matters worse, I have a picnic with her this coming Wednesday.

5. After such long, I was high a couple of days ago. Reason? Can't get one. Suffering from side effects of it.

6. I want some portable music player to not feel alone on the picnic. Me and my music, still a better love story than Twilight :')

7. Twitter is all boring again on a Saturday night.

8. I should really finish writing this up and I'm seriously not checking it for any typos or grammatical mistakes. KThanksBye.

Wednesday 11 July 2012

Coke Studio

Coke Studio. Music lovers will not be unaware of it. This post might turn into a review since Season 5 has finished. I didn't follow it in previous seasons but after I was introduced to this song, I decided to follow season 5 like a crazy fan, whatever the consequences would be.


Season 5 began a day before my exams. Since I'm an Atif Aslam fan, I was already poised after watching his promos for the first episode and he did not disappoint at all. Their decision to release episodes on Youtube before airing it on TV/Radio was a great one. For people like me who doesn't get to watch TV other than Cricket or Football matches, this was a great way to catch CS.

Episode 1:
Listened to Bohemia for the first time and some fairly new bands known as Symt and Qayaas. Atif's collaboration with Qayaas for "Charkha" was purely awesome but the highlight of the episode was this Pashto song "Larsha Pekhawar". The music, vocals and the classic Pashtun music with CS' harmony, it is such a  melody.


Episode 2:
Episode 1 had everything to make people wait anxiously for the next one and it did pay dividends. What actually was a Sufi music version, the introduction of Chakwal Group added another star in it. Out of nowhere, the master Rohail Hyatt found these men singing Punjabi folk songs and the ways they produced it in the coke studio environment, you have to check it yourself. As for Bilal Khan's "Larhoo Mujhey", if they ever make a list of "Shittiest songs ever", it'll be right under Rebecca Black's "Friday".
p.s. Meesha Shafi <3




Epsiode 3:
THIS WAS THE BEST EPISODE OF THE SEASON. Starting with "Nindiya Kay Paar" by Uziar Jaswal and ending on "School di kitaab" by Bohemia *ignores Bilal Khan*, each of these four songs are a beauty in itself. Nindiya kay paar is basically a mother's story showing her love for her kid. Following it is Rung by Hadiqa. It's basically a Sufi Kalaam but as Hadiqa always does, she did pure justice with it. And then comes, "Nerah Aah".  What was a cheap type of item number in a Punjabi film has been turned into pure awesomness by Rohail Hyatt. As a comment on Youtube says "He chooses a third class thing, adds Shaadi band and still manages to make it world class". On top of that, the dressing by Farhad Humayun, those RED pants, they totally give the feel to the song. I just can't decide which one of Nindiya Kay Paar and Nerah Aah is better. As I'm writing this, Nindiya Kay Paar is on repeat and I'm totally into it. Check out both of them.
Nindiya Kay Paar by Uziar Jaswal
 

Neray Aah by Overload featuring Rachel Viccaji

Episode 4:
What was a mixed episode containing Sufi Kalaam, Pashto songs, Chakwal Group with Bohemia's Rap and Atif's final solo song, Uzair Jaswal was the pick of them again with his "Bolay". Unlike the last one, this is more of a pop and fast version. As one of the members of the house band says in the BTS that it has become his favorite song of the season, it surely is. Just a mere 3 minutes track but it really makes you feel great.



Episode 5:
Due to some procrastination, I haven't yet watched the final episode but Dasht e Tanhai by Meesha Shafi sounds good. Annnddd, if you're a true music lover and knows something about folk/classical music, this Sehar will blow away your mind. Introducing, Sitar to you....


Overall, season 5 was a great season. I regret that I did not follow the previous season but I am surely checking them all out one by one. Why don't they do two seasons in a year? :(

Wednesday 20 June 2012

It's good to be back

Not really a writer's block but getting used to blogging again, so this might be just a small post. Ahh, these past two months had been the toughest of my life since O levels. I was well prepared for it though but this mishap that occurred, it changed everything. I usually don't take stress or take things over my head but could not help it this time around. I lost my sleep completely. The person who used to sleep at least 8 hours a day used to wake up after merely 3 hours. As a consequence, I started to feel a heavy head. As the exams drew nearer, the intensity of it increased and I had to eventually take Paracetamol for a couple of days to relieve it for a couple of hours. I started to go and sit in the Dolmen Mall because I felt like I actually study there and can't do that at home. Awkward na? Those staring at me in the mall's food court thought so too I guess. By the way,  have you ever seen someone studying at a mall's food court?

On the other hand, all through these hard times, one person was there with me all the time. Something are just meant to happen, aren't they? Never thought that I'd find such an awesome person in my partner Ayela when I was made the section head at KarachiTips blog. Mann, I am so bad at expressing my feelings :/ Well, we are best friends now and I bet that you can't find a cute and masoom larki than her. We have so much respect for each other. Following is an example of how much she respect me :D

Zain. Tum dunya k sab se ugly kuttey ho. Zardari se bhi ugly. Aur Veena ki ass se bhi ugly. Aur Matheera ki manhus shakal se bhi ugly. Begum Nawazish ki awaaz se bhi ugly.

Aaaloo, may you always be the awesomeness you are :)

Thursday 24 May 2012

Gone again

The last post where I was ranting about ACCA, it's irrelevant now. Somehow, my matters were resolved and now I'm appearing for my exams. What this means is that I gotta study like I never did before. Just for the sake of getting done with ACCA, I'll have to give it everything, more than everything. I'll be back on 18th June, till then please pray for me that I excel in my exams. See you all later. Bye.

p.s. ACCA EXAM DEPARTMENT, YOU SUCK !!

Monday 21 May 2012

An year wasted......

Warning: This post might contain some inappropriate words. Read at your own risk.

I'm back. Much much earlier than I said I will be. The reason of it is not my addiction to internet but ACCA. I was working my ass off, taking 12 hour long classes for my exams in June but they are not happening now. I don't want to get in much details, just keeping it simple.

For some reasons, I couldn't register for exams in the "Early" entry period. As I did it during the standard/normal time, the bank officials asked my father to not do it via that debit card as other students have been suffering problems in payment too. Their payments were held back. When asked ACCA about how I could solve this problem, they asked to me send the exam entry form and the payment via post. Thanks to the insomnia that I got because of exam stress, slept for four hours and then drove around the busiest places of Karachi in the peak hours of morning and somehow managed to send all the documents so that they are received in Glasgow way before deadline date. Since the moment I saw that my package has been delivered and signed, I was waiting for an acknowledgement from ACCA but it was never sent. As I tried to check my account details, ACCA's system was not working at all and it went on like that till the last date of Late exam entry. By that time, I was without internet and was hoping to get my docket/admit card printed, as soon as it is uploaded. As it was available, I asked a friend to mail it to me too but it was never there. When inquired about it, THOSE FREAKIN' HOLES NEVER RECEIVED MY FORM BUT DID RECEIVE MY PAYMENT :@ :@ :@ As a result of it, I'm deprived of sitting for exams in June.

This exam attempt was hopefully my last one. I had decided to get done with these last 3 exams and add ACCA Finalist after my name but it is not happening now. Non receipt of exam entry form means that I could not be issued any docket or any material whatsoever which will allow me to sit for exams in June. All I have got to do is to sit at home and wait for December to come and appear for exams, wait for another 2 months for results to be issued and then know if I have passed all my ACCA Exams or not. I lost my sleep, became an insomniac and everything else just for this. I gave up on blogging and suffered from a writer's block because I had my studies on my mind. I left everything, most of all, Cricket for the sake of taking classes. It's my limitation that I cannot study an hour before the sunset but I became a traitor for my studies and to meet again that nerd inside me. I did it all, was on course happily to attempt my exams when I was told that I can't appear for exams.

THOSE SONS OF A BITCH RECEIVED MY PAYMENT BUT NOT MY EXAM ENTRY FORM. THEY CAN SHOVE THOSE ETHICS UP THEIR ASS NOW !! I SIMPLY DON'T CARE ABOUT IT. Because of these bitches, I'll have to waste the whole year and sit at home unless I get some job. What I'll do is to just sit in front of this screen, tweet, tweet and tweet. May be write some blogpost or just watch movies/shows while I'll be continuously cursed by my parents. I don't know what will happen to me but what I do know is that I'm gonna fuck those bastards at ACCA Karachi office in a couple of days. It will be fun !!

Monday 7 May 2012

I'm going.....

I'm leaving blogging and everything else for more than a month now. I'd have stick with it if I was prepared for even just a bit but I'm not. It's time for me to move away from these online distractions and concentrate on my studies. It has been the place for me to rant and share my feelings whenever I wanted to. I don't know what I'll be doing in the time I'll be without internet. I can't get how to solve these Mechanics questions as I have my exam next week and above all, I haven't yet opened up my ACCA books. It's getting on my nerves now. Although, I'm in good relations with my love and expecting a wonderful date with it ♥ Next post will now be on 18th June. Till then, goodbye everyone :) Take good care of yourself and others around you. I wish you all the very best if you are having your exams and here's a piece of advice: Just never take stress or any tensions. it doesn't affect those around you other than you. Keep calm and eat a chocolate in such situations :) Bye.

Sunday 29 April 2012

One for my love....

Since the day I entered school, we have been in a relationship. The moment I was introduced to it, there was something which got me attached to it. By the passage of time, this relationship has become more and more strong. We were at the peak of our relationship during my O levels. Then, there came a sudden break and I was separated from it. For the past year, I have been reunited with it and now I'll never let it leave me. Many people have come across, watching me with weird eyes and calling me a psycho but I'm proud to be in love with Mathematics. Yes, MATHS.
That describes it well <3


You can close your mouth now :) I love playing with numbers. Maths is a challenge for many people, numbers with x and y in between but it has never been like it for me. That is the reason why I took Statistics, and Additional mathematics along with Mathematics in my O levels. While this love affair has been brilliant, just like every other relationship, it has given me a few hard moments too, especially when I was a kid. I was expected to score full marks in a test or an exam and whenever I didn't, I had to take a beating.


We had a breakup after my O levels but now we have been reunited, because of A levels. I'm being rudely punished by it for leaving it and I'm paying for it now. I didn't give it much time after my reunion and it has been protesting in an innovative way. It has given me stress and made me an insomniac. As a result, I have been spending most of the time with it.

My bed and my love. Things are little bit messy these days <3

Thursday 26 April 2012

A very special friend

By the end of this post, the person to whom this one is dedicated might be furious at me but that's what her quality is. She has been furious at me many times but (I think) she never mean it, unless I did something silly.

It's been more than 2 years now that we have been talking, before that it was just normal cousins' chat where I was always shy to talk to her. Somehow, it turned into a friends' chat while I made the effort always. She has always been sarcastic and gotta say it, I've enjoyed it many times because there was someone who stood up against me while I drowned others with my sarcasm.

In the past 2 years, whenever I had something to share about, I've always ran to her. Intentionally or unintentionally, she has listened to all the blabbering I had to offer, only to tell me in the end that either I was wrong or she can't help me. She has been there to listen to me after I had a broken heart and all the respect I gave to that person.

We have been arguing since day one. We never have a same opinion, about anything. These arguments end up with us either having a fight or me surrendering. I so wish that I win an argument one day :p She has also used my name as a 'swear word' with her best friend but still I don't feel bad about it because the honour she has given me, is enough to eclipse all those negative things. My name has been written in her journal and that is enough for me to forget whatever she has done.

While she always tried to ignore me, she has done some things for me that she might never know. Because of her, I have really started talking to people. Her non contribution in the chat has taught me how to carry on chatting with someone. I've bored her many times but still she has been there. She has helped me improve my English a lot and the most interesting part, she once taught me how to flirt as I was totally naive in that department :D She was the person who introduced me to blogging and giving me confidence that I can write too. Because of this blogging, I'm now a head of features at KarchiTips and people are now actually taking my advice on how do I manage to keep my blog updated.

I don't call her, I regard her as my best friend but she has never. She has always said that people from opposite gender can never be best friends. I don't know what's the logic behind it. I have been complaining about her always being rude to me but on the other hand, I've never stood back in pissing her off. I have done a prank on her and deliberately pissed her off many times, just to enjoy the respect I receive in return. Even though I was agreeing at some point, I put the counter argument just to make her angry.

I did something last year that saw me remove her from Facebook and we did not talk for around 3 months. How badly I missed her that I know but it was a punishment and I truly deserved it. I had to do it some day, just the timing was wrong from me I guess. Since then, I have been trying to make up for my mistake. We have been talking on Facebook messages but she is never ready to add me back. Itni saza to PM ko bhi nahin mili yaar. 


I just know a fact that she is never like this. There is a soft person that lives inside her, an emotional girl who cries when Pakistan cricket team lose. This rude side of her, is only reserved for me and I'm totally happy with it because I know she has never meant it. She was, is and will forever be a very special friend for me :)

p.s. Once again, I'm sorry for what I did last week and for what I did last year too. I regret doing it but it was necessary at that stage.

Wednesday 25 April 2012

Single, by choice.

It takes a lot of courage to spend nearly 6 years of life advising other people on their relationship problems and motivating others to get along with someone, telling them tips and tricks. I did try to get myself I this massacre once but massively failed. To be honest, it was an act of immaturity from me where I never thought about the future and the possible consequences and fell for someone who was still a kid, a kid who was not even in Matric/10th grade.

Although I'm quite happy that I'm single and it's by choice but sometimes there are some feelings that get the better of you. Sometimes, as I lay down trying to get some sleep before I'm ready again to face this cruel yet funny world, there are many things that run around my mind. I feel that there should be someone with whom I can share all that crappy and weird stuff running in my mind, regarding my past and my future plans. A person who can listen to all that crappy stuff I have to offer. A person who then in return does the same and in the end we laugh at each other's weirdness. A person with whom I can share things I can't share with my best friends. A person who is there for me every time and vice versa. A person with whom I can fight and then try to make it up with them with anything I could possibly do.

*screeeeeeech* Think I got so much deep, had to apply breaks there. The bottomline is that sometimes I think that I should be committed to someone too especially when I hear about people having relationships for more than 5 years but on the other hand, I'm quite happy the way I am. I don't have the stress of giving time to anyone in this hectic schedule of mine and my first priority has always been my career. I will look into this matter after I get the much wanted articleship and I start pursuing my career. I'm quite happy with the friends I have as most of them are always there to help me out whenever I need them.

To those of you wondering why am I writing all this if I don't want to be in a relationship, I'm totally against Arranged Marriages. I mean, c'mon everyone. Its the 21st century and how could you think that someone will start a whole new life with someone they have never known or never ever seen? Get a life people, it's not like shy old times of 1980s. It's the age of social networking, get over your small mentality. Ok, I'm off topic again I guess but I just laid out all that was inside me as I tried to not get myself angry and screaming because of the rage created by boredom. Some signs of sleep appearing in my eyes, I should be respecting them as they come very rarely to me these days.

Monday 23 April 2012

Trust and belief

From one of many memories of my grandfather, this is one of them and I guess, the most special one. He used to keep this Quran in his pocket whenever he travelled via air. It was his belief that he will land safely if he has that Quran with him. Proud of you dada and miss you so much :'(


Sunday 22 April 2012

I missed you

Dear blog, I missed you :( I was without a computer in the past week and it feels like I have no life at all if I spend one day without my computer/music/internet. My mobile phone does not have GPRS/WAP facility, so that makes me totally handicap.

Any ways, it has been a happening week. Where to start and where to finish, I don't have an idea. It's been a roller coaster ride. Some slow and sad moments, to be countered by some happy scenes, a piece of advice and got to know something that I never knew about me, it was all inside the last week. To top that up, there were some awkward moments that I'm feeling embarrassed to state down.... I've already been much embarrassed by sharing it with some close friends. Also, there have been so many new experiences as I have been travelling in Karachi's public buses. It's just another world inside a Karachi bus.

On the other hand, I'm not on talking terms with my best friend because of some stupidity by him whereas my other bestie has been acting a bit weird these days. Also got a new project to work on but I'd probably be giving it time after my exams. Talking of exams, I received my statement of entry today, so I finally know when I'm called to appear for exams. think I should start studying now. The other thing that has been bugging me is that do I look like some love guru or happiness distributing person? Every one seems to find me whenever they are sad and I take up the challenge to cheer them up. Or is it just me who just can't see people being sad and push them to tell what happened and find a solution for them? I'm really confused if I become too much sweet and caring at times to people and they find me annoying as I try to find a solution for them :/

There is a lot more to write about but I think it's enough to bore you. I'll be back later with a more boring post than this. All you lovely people out there, take good care of yourself and others around you :)

p.s. Please recite Surah e Fatha once for all those 127 people who lost their lives in the Bhoja Air crash yesterday and for the Legend Moin Akhtar as it's his first Death Anniversary today.

p.p.s Yeh dunya beghairton ka mela hai. Kisi se hum beghairaton ki tarha mohabbat karte hain, koi beghairat hamari qadar tak nahin karta.

Tuesday 3 April 2012

How times change

More than half a decade ago, it was this day ( I started writing it on 30th march -__-) or around it that I received my results of class 8th. Despite being first in the first term and because of some lack of concentration, I received 84% marks which were too enough to send me to Science group of 9th class and chose whatever I liked. The sad part of it (as sadness has always been linked with my life) was that I was never appreciated by my parents for those results. As I'm a huge fan of chocolate, my mother had brought a kit kat but it was never given to me as I got the third position in the class....

Two days ago, my brother received his results for class 8th. He managed to get the percentage required to be eligible to get Science group but there was I, all day, thinking about if I had been on his place. What had happened if I had received marks like him. Tell you what, I had been greeted with a slap in front of whole school and then had been beaten all the way to home like a drum. I'd have been dictated to not set a foot outside for Cricket and my game console had been packed up.

On the other hand, it was like a party at my place when my brother came home with his results. Mom was bragging about it with all her family and my brother was asking for gifts for the feat he had achieved and I was just sitting there thinking about all the things discussed in the above paragraph......

Kya yeh khula tazaad nahin?

Tuesday 27 March 2012

The story of a kid


At that moment, it was the best day of his life. He has lived for that day always. It was unimaginable that the smile will leave his face that day. He was thinking along all day how to surprise his mother about that feat he had achieved while every other classmate was congratulating him. He had been trying to achieve it for last 8 years and he was there. As he knocked the door, his mother was standing there to ruin all his plans to surprise her. That smile which had been there all day, vanished in an instant. He was standing there all distressed as he was congratulated by his mother. For the first time in his academic career, he was First in his class and his mother had asked the school receptionist before waiting for him to tell her himself.


Since that morning of 19th August 1990 and the day he gained his senses, he has been disappointed by his parents in the same way. His parents was over possessive of him, never let him enjoy with the elder cousins and expected him to top in everything in school. He was made in to a very soft person. Pinch him and he had started crying. He was beaten by his mother for bad result in tests. 9.5 marks out of 10, and he was greeted by a slap. He was only allowed to put the step out of home an hour before Maghrib and if he had got 8 out 10 in a test, he was banned to go out that day. The day he had received his exam timetable, he was banned to go out until the day exams have been finished. He had achieved 90%+ marks throughout the term and yet he was cursed for not being first. He was only allowed to play on his Sega after he had solved the question paper in front of his mom after coming from exam without even a single mistake, and that too for half an hour, which was very closely monitored.


As he was the eldest in his house, he always wanted some company. Sadly for him, his two brothers died just after they were born. He was not even able to have a single glimpse of them. All he was told that they were kept in a particular tube, shown by his grandmother when she somehow managed to take him to the nursery. A couple of months after he had lost his second brother, his grandfather left him too. He had always been close to his grandfather. He had gone for a walk with his grandfather every evening who had bought him a chocolate and gave him tips on Cricket. After those tragic losses, he was turned into a psycho. He had created imaginary friends and kept playing Hockey, Cricket and Football all over his place, commentating on each and every move and outclassing all his imaginary friends to win the matches.


One day, he was asked to bring something from market and from the remaining money, he bought a toffee for himself. His father spotted it and was reported to his mum. Just for a toffee, he was beaten by a hockey stick. That day, a rebel was born inside him. He had enough of the beating he had suffered. Keeping that soft person image of himself, he had reached his boiling point inside. He decided that it was finally time to grow up. His school helped him in his cause as they changed his section. There in the new section, he met those people who had done swearing like it's their everyday language. He had started swearing too. He did not care what people thought about him. He had started to lie to his parents and still bought things without bringing it to their notice. He had stopped caring about his results and was indulged in fights with his classmates and friends. He called himself a "cheating maestro". He never bothered to study for tests, all he did was to copy, either from a friend or from any other source. Because of his good boy image, teachers never suspected him and he used it for his advantage. The teachers always waved off any one's claim that he had labelled them with a swear word or had a fight with them.


While he was transforming in to the bad guy, he decided that he will join the air force to realise the dream he has seen from day one. He wanted to get registered in the air force school. He passed the test and interview and at the final moment, his parents disappointed him again. He was forced to continue with the school he had been in since Montessori and was told that he will be allowed to join the air force college only because the school had taught from the books of Punjab board. He somehow managed to satisfy himself, making plans for future. He passed class 8th with great passion and as he was reunited with his old classmates but that did not last long.


Once again, it was time his parents were their to ruin all the fun. Some one suggested that their child is intelligent enough to do O levels, so he was made to leave his childhood school and was asked to find bliss in a new one. There, he reverted himself back to the person he was always. That shy, soft person again. He had always lived like a person who was never aware of the outside world. He had been grown up as a PTV kid. He felt lonely in the new school as all of his classmates had knowledge of outside world. He was asked to come late for the first day in his new school and the moment he stood at the door of his class asking for teacher's permission, the whole class erupted with laughter. He continued, trying to live by his image of a great student but it was all too difficult for him. He had started to realise that O levels was not like his old school work where he could have just learnt what was written in the notebook and get done with it. He always thought he has good command over English language but his confidence hit rock bottom as he appeared for his first exams. He did not score well and for having bad relations with his statistics teacher, he was deliberately failed.


He moved on from it, aiming to score well in the finals. While he tried to concentrate on his studies, someone else was on his mind and distracted him from his path. He had a crush on his classmate but as always he has compromised, he did it this time too. His good friend told him that he likes that girl too, so he stepped aside and helped his friend start talking to the girl. He himself continued to show the girl that he likes her after his friend did not get along well with her, but she never understood. He finished the school, keeping his feelings inside him and regretting that he had told the girl about it a long time ago.


As he moved out of school, there was no one to guide him for his future. His hopes of joining air force had died long before. He was confused about where to move ahead and he chose accountancy. He got another responsibility of being a driver. He is asked to take his parents everywhere they want but is never allowed to drive alone. He lost all his friends except a few because of the sudden switch of fields.


Now here he is, all grown up but inside him, there still lives a kid. A kid who is unstoppable as he see a fun land. A kid who is a huge fan of video games. A kid who still likes to party and go out with friends. A kid who just can't hold himself if he see someone playing Cricket. A kid who wants freedom and wants to live like a kid. A kid who still likes to watch cartoons/ A kid who is holding all these emotions inside and getting along with the life, planning for the professional life. A kid who wishes to dance just as he listens to some bhangra music. A kid who just wants to live life like he wants to. A kid, who at the end of the day, lays down and think about everything his life has offered him and thinking if he could somehow make it the way he wants it to be in the future. A kid who is saying to his parents "Saari umar hum, mar mar k ji liye, aik pal to ab hamain, jeenay do, jeenay do"

No longer a public bus virgin

Finally, I'm writing it. There was so much on my mind to write about, but I don't know if I was having a writer's block or what, I just didn't feel like writing. Any ways, here it is now, I am writing.
It happened around 3 weeks ago when I finally decided to act against my parents' will and travelled in a public bus. It was first time for me, all alone, since the day I've reached puberty. I travelled in buses in my childhood every time I visited my grandmother's place but since I reached O levels and further, I was asked not to travel in buses because of those stories about accidents relating to public buses everyday.

The beginning to it was quite good as I found the bus which was half empty. As we move along, it started to fill. I have heard people that you should keep your cell phone inside your bag while travelling in a bus because you never know when you'll get mugged.. I was sitting with my bag clenched tight in my hands praying that I should reach my destination safely because if I hadn't, I had received a lot of dressing down from my parents about why I decided to travel in a bus.Any ways, it was not a very comfortable journey as I got stiffened back but what I observed throughout the journey is to be described. The two people beside me, started talking like they have known each other for years and they took the bus from different stops. Then, there was this person who was talking on his iPhone without any fear and I was like who said that people get mugged in the buses?

The return journey on the other hand, was not as much easy as I had thought. I had to stand up all the way through (more than 10 km) while trying to keep myself on my my feet from those awkward bumps caused by emergency brakes and the matters became worse as the bus kept filling. Although, something happened which removed all this pain of standing all the way from me. There were some women, who at first started arguing with the conductor and then her daughter spoke "Ammi yaheen utar jao, yahan se APUN ko chhota paray ga" I don't know how I was able to hold my laughter after hearing that, I had this dialogue in my mind thinking how should I write in the blog all the way through to my college.

These bus travels had been fascinating for me up till now. I have had my journeys in an empty bus as well as a fully loaded bus. I have been squeezed between people entering and leaving the bus and I have also hung from a door for a kilometre or so on the day Karachi was hit by a sandstorm. It has all been awesome for me and one day, I will be courageous enough to climb that little ladder and come all the way to my home sitting on the roof top of the bus.

Karachi ki buses, nothing can ever beat them ♥

p.s. I have been saving some money because I still receive Ricksha's kiraya from my home everyday. Sshhh.. Don't tell my parents :p

Friday 16 March 2012

Lazy, not having a clue or whatever

I'm freakin' sick of myself. I just don't know what is happening to me. There is so much to write about, everything going inside my head but I don't know if I'm just too lazy to write/type. Past two weeks have been so much happening, there are lot of things that I want to share but just can't make myself to do.I seriously don't know. Is this called a writer's block?

Two months ago, at this time of night, I was hungry, I stood up, made a Zinger for myself but now, horses are running inside my stomach and I'm just not standing up to make anything. Pringles, chocolates, they are all in my drawer. I open it and then close it the next second, I don't know why.

I go to sleep at 5 in the morning and even after trying too hard, eventually I wake up in less than 6 hours. I'm not able to complete my sleep. I have exams looming in less than 2 months, I open the book and end up reading Harry Potter. The only thing I'm doing though is just tweeting. I send at least 80 tweets a day, and it'd have been near 150 mark if there were no classes.

Just for the sake of some writing and let out my frustration (I wanted to yell it out loud), this post has been put. Do tell me if you the answer to my question, I want to know what is happening to me. I'm seriously sick of myself -_____-