Sometimes you wait for something all the time, you do what-not in anticipation, you dont get rewarded.
I texted in that radio show, took 24 rs, drove all the time roaming around the streets just waiting for my text but the stupid RJ didn't care to read my text. Grrr. i'm steaming.
26 December 2008
21 December 2008
Your car, and cars like yours!
I think i'm over you.
But whenever i see a car like yours, i try to look who's sitting inside. Expecting to see you.
But you're never there.
I dont even remember your car's plate number, and thats the best thing about it.
Every car that looks remotely like yours gives me a certain painful hope.
I find it unbelievable. The world is small, yet, our paths never crossed once you didn't want them to cross.
I dont know when i'll stop, when i'll think of every car that looks like yours like any other car. When the maroon color of it wont remind me of happy times.
I tell myself i'm over it. I am. Its just the smaller things.
Sometimes one likes to life in the smallest inklings of painful hope. Its good to keep your heart in practice. HOPE, DESPAIR, HOPE, DESPAIR. They say that way, the heart learns to handle despair in the long run!
But whenever i see a car like yours, i try to look who's sitting inside. Expecting to see you.
But you're never there.
I dont even remember your car's plate number, and thats the best thing about it.
Every car that looks remotely like yours gives me a certain painful hope.
I find it unbelievable. The world is small, yet, our paths never crossed once you didn't want them to cross.
I dont know when i'll stop, when i'll think of every car that looks like yours like any other car. When the maroon color of it wont remind me of happy times.
I tell myself i'm over it. I am. Its just the smaller things.
Sometimes one likes to life in the smallest inklings of painful hope. Its good to keep your heart in practice. HOPE, DESPAIR, HOPE, DESPAIR. They say that way, the heart learns to handle despair in the long run!
18 December 2008
Chirri Urri
Its so funny we’re living our childhood all over again. Lol. You know, those little games we used to play when we were very young, little nonsensical games, beating each other up in the football ground (beating hamza up), doing bhangra whenever we hear the beat, talking non sense all the time and what not. I believe this is because of a realization we all had a few months ago, that after two more years, everything would change. We’ll be engineers inshaAllah, and we’ll all be stepping into our professional lives. So in order to preserve what we have, we probably stepped into this mode of ours and probably got a taste of childhood alive too. Maybe we were always like this, its only that now I feel I’m going to miss all this that I’m paying special attention to it.
We played the game “Chirri Urri” today. To explain to people who do not know its played when all the players put their index fingers in the middle, and one of them shouts, “Chirri Urri, Kawwa Urra, Kutta Urra” (Sparrow Flew, Crow flew, Dog Flew). All the other players lift their fingers if the animal flies (Sparrow, Crow) and keep the fingers in their place if the animal doesn’t fly (Dog etc). simple as that. But we added a twist, we said the person who makes a mistake has to choose b/w truth and dare.
Now the centre of all such games is usually my very dear friend hamza
So here goes the story of what happened in the bus today (we normally sit at the very entrance of the bus):
Mha: “Chal imran chirri uri khelain”
Imran: “Chal hamza, truth or dare jo haar gya”
Hamza: “Nai yaar maine nai khelna” (A very wise decision)
Imran: “Yar bakwas na ker hamza, leechar na ban”
So finally after much prodding we start. Imran whispers something into my ear and the game then starts.
Imran: “Kutta urra”
We all keep our fingers still
Imran: “Gaey urri”
Fingers still there
Imran: “Chirya urri”
Hamza lifts his finger and me and imran keep it there
Mha: “Haha haar gya”
Hamza: “Kya matlab??”
Imran: “Chirya k par katay huay thay, it couldn’t fly…”
Hamza looks bewildered.
Mha: “chal ab truth ya dare??”
Hamza: “Truth”
We then ask hamza a very very embarrassing question that makes him go tomato…haha
We start again after another whisper from imran.
Imran: “Chirriya urri”
We all lift our fingers
Imran: “Tota (Parrot) Urra”
We lift them again
Imran: “gaey urri”
We keep our fingers still
Imran: “Kutta urra”
Imran and me lift our fingers while hamza, shocked, keeps it there.
Hamza: “kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa???”
Mha: “Kutta jahaz pe tha…wo urr gya”
And then hamza is asked another MORE embarrassing question, which isn’t fit for my blog hehe….
We start again, this time, we decide to make it fair. So imran makes the first mistake.
Mha: “ohooooo” (Trying to pity imran)
Imran: “Truth”
Mha: “acha tum ghar ja k pehle kya karo gay”
Imran: “khana khaoon ga”
Hamza looks at us in anger
Hamza: “yaar ye kia sawal tha??? Mujse kaisay kaisay sawal kiay thay???”
Imran: “to tum ker laitay”
And once again hamza is left speechless.
For the last time we start, after imran’s customary whisper in my ear.
Imran: “chirri uri”
Imran: “Kawwa urra”
We notice hamza is copying our movements. His finger does what our finger does. Hmmm…intelligent, I thought. He even kept his finger down on Quail (we kept it down too) and lifted it on Deer.
Imran: “Gaey urri”
We all lift our finger up, hamza just a tad bit late
Mha: “tunay late kia hai”
Hamza: “to kia to hai na…hahaha” (laughing at his triumph)
Imran: “Acha chal ye bta, Gaey (Cow) kiu urri???”
Hamza’s caught off guard. Genius. We’re geniuses.
Hamza: “Wo jahaz pe hi??”
Mha and Imran: “naiiiiiiiiii….wo flying carpet pe thiiiiiiiiiiiii”
We give eachother a high five, and hamza prepares himself, quietly, for another embarrassing question!
We played the game “Chirri Urri” today. To explain to people who do not know its played when all the players put their index fingers in the middle, and one of them shouts, “Chirri Urri, Kawwa Urra, Kutta Urra” (Sparrow Flew, Crow flew, Dog Flew). All the other players lift their fingers if the animal flies (Sparrow, Crow) and keep the fingers in their place if the animal doesn’t fly (Dog etc). simple as that. But we added a twist, we said the person who makes a mistake has to choose b/w truth and dare.
Now the centre of all such games is usually my very dear friend hamza
So here goes the story of what happened in the bus today (we normally sit at the very entrance of the bus):
Mha: “Chal imran chirri uri khelain”
Imran: “Chal hamza, truth or dare jo haar gya”
Hamza: “Nai yaar maine nai khelna” (A very wise decision)
Imran: “Yar bakwas na ker hamza, leechar na ban”
So finally after much prodding we start. Imran whispers something into my ear and the game then starts.
Imran: “Kutta urra”
We all keep our fingers still
Imran: “Gaey urri”
Fingers still there
Imran: “Chirya urri”
Hamza lifts his finger and me and imran keep it there
Mha: “Haha haar gya”
Hamza: “Kya matlab??”
Imran: “Chirya k par katay huay thay, it couldn’t fly…”
Hamza looks bewildered.
Mha: “chal ab truth ya dare??”
Hamza: “Truth”
We then ask hamza a very very embarrassing question that makes him go tomato…haha
We start again after another whisper from imran.
Imran: “Chirriya urri”
We all lift our fingers
Imran: “Tota (Parrot) Urra”
We lift them again
Imran: “gaey urri”
We keep our fingers still
Imran: “Kutta urra”
Imran and me lift our fingers while hamza, shocked, keeps it there.
Hamza: “kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa???”
Mha: “Kutta jahaz pe tha…wo urr gya”
And then hamza is asked another MORE embarrassing question, which isn’t fit for my blog hehe….
We start again, this time, we decide to make it fair. So imran makes the first mistake.
Mha: “ohooooo” (Trying to pity imran)
Imran: “Truth”
Mha: “acha tum ghar ja k pehle kya karo gay”
Imran: “khana khaoon ga”
Hamza looks at us in anger
Hamza: “yaar ye kia sawal tha??? Mujse kaisay kaisay sawal kiay thay???”
Imran: “to tum ker laitay”
And once again hamza is left speechless.
For the last time we start, after imran’s customary whisper in my ear.
Imran: “chirri uri”
Imran: “Kawwa urra”
We notice hamza is copying our movements. His finger does what our finger does. Hmmm…intelligent, I thought. He even kept his finger down on Quail (we kept it down too) and lifted it on Deer.
Imran: “Gaey urri”
We all lift our finger up, hamza just a tad bit late
Mha: “tunay late kia hai”
Hamza: “to kia to hai na…hahaha” (laughing at his triumph)
Imran: “Acha chal ye bta, Gaey (Cow) kiu urri???”
Hamza’s caught off guard. Genius. We’re geniuses.
Hamza: “Wo jahaz pe hi??”
Mha and Imran: “naiiiiiiiiii….wo flying carpet pe thiiiiiiiiiiiii”
We give eachother a high five, and hamza prepares himself, quietly, for another embarrassing question!
17 December 2008
Coming back to blogging
Yes i'm a procrastinator. A big one. I've been wanting to come back to my blog for a long time, but i'd always leave it off to a certain tomorrow, which obviously would never come. And these days have been so whirlwind that i never had the time for a mini catharsis of sorts. I'd wake up and the next thing i'd know, i'd be texting someone from withing my blanket. Such are the days of winters.
University has been highly unhappening. I say that because its common knowledge amongst all people who know me that university is one thing is love and look forward to. But its been different these days. For many reasons. I'm really not at ease with it these days. The fight we had over the weeks before the last two, internal troubles, lack of football and various small things have lead to it. To top it off, exams are round the corner, and i dont know zilch about refrigeration and airconditioning, engineering statistics and environmental engineering. I haven't even attended classes Damn it!
Anyways i didn't really want to complain and whine, by prior experience i've come to the realisation that every semester this happens, so whats the point in crying?
Eid was okay. Not the usual merry merry eid though i was so excited as i'd get three days to dress up! But sadly, i only dressed up the first day. The next two days were just normal days. I had three shalwar qamiz planned for the three days. First day a brownish white one, black for the second and grey for the third one. Such wishful thinking. Sorry if i sound like a girl.
Had a bbq at danish's place later last week. Was fun. Lets not talk about old stuff.
Politically, we've all been on our flash points. Sorry, politically and emotionally. Our media, most of it, has disappointed us to such an extent that i stopped watching tv. Over the last few days, we've been accepting allegations without seeking proof and our media has been stupid enough to not give the country any cover. Someone said that media is serving the indian interests, most of it atleast, but i believe its just the way our minds have been moulded, into the conspiracy theory mode. Noone knows for sure whats true and whats not.
I really believe that we should've looked for proof before actually apprehending pakistanis. Its an example of such poor diplomacy on the international level and such confusion and apologetic attitude at the local level. Not to mention, the lack of national pride and sovereignity.
But whats the point in talking about all this? There is a point. Atleast we can all show how sick are we of the current civilian dictator! Its not even worthy of being called leadership, its such a sham, such non sense.
As its obvious from the above ranting, i'm back!
University has been highly unhappening. I say that because its common knowledge amongst all people who know me that university is one thing is love and look forward to. But its been different these days. For many reasons. I'm really not at ease with it these days. The fight we had over the weeks before the last two, internal troubles, lack of football and various small things have lead to it. To top it off, exams are round the corner, and i dont know zilch about refrigeration and airconditioning, engineering statistics and environmental engineering. I haven't even attended classes Damn it!
Anyways i didn't really want to complain and whine, by prior experience i've come to the realisation that every semester this happens, so whats the point in crying?
Eid was okay. Not the usual merry merry eid though i was so excited as i'd get three days to dress up! But sadly, i only dressed up the first day. The next two days were just normal days. I had three shalwar qamiz planned for the three days. First day a brownish white one, black for the second and grey for the third one. Such wishful thinking. Sorry if i sound like a girl.
Had a bbq at danish's place later last week. Was fun. Lets not talk about old stuff.
Politically, we've all been on our flash points. Sorry, politically and emotionally. Our media, most of it, has disappointed us to such an extent that i stopped watching tv. Over the last few days, we've been accepting allegations without seeking proof and our media has been stupid enough to not give the country any cover. Someone said that media is serving the indian interests, most of it atleast, but i believe its just the way our minds have been moulded, into the conspiracy theory mode. Noone knows for sure whats true and whats not.
I really believe that we should've looked for proof before actually apprehending pakistanis. Its an example of such poor diplomacy on the international level and such confusion and apologetic attitude at the local level. Not to mention, the lack of national pride and sovereignity.
But whats the point in talking about all this? There is a point. Atleast we can all show how sick are we of the current civilian dictator! Its not even worthy of being called leadership, its such a sham, such non sense.
As its obvious from the above ranting, i'm back!
29 November 2008
Need your prayers
I dont know how many people read this, but whoever does, pray for me. I'm in deep deep shit. Pray the jeopardy ends really soon, or its gonna give me a nervous breakdown!
26 November 2008
Adadmjmangpmujwjwmtjn
Highs and lows are parts of our lives. Those who fail to accept this fact cannot come out of life unscathed. They get scratched and bruised by their own very actions.
The following post might be the stupidest most non sensical i've ever written, but it has to come out.
The past two weeks have been full of hardwork. Of every kind. Physical mental everything. We've tested ourselves to the limit. Lived days on 2 hour naps, conducted 6 matches in a day and played in one even, ran like idiots, argued, fought with people and what not. It been a discovery of each other and our ownselves. As a team, we've realised a lot of important things. We've been thrown to the ground and we've picked ourselves up. But thats not even the point. There was more at stake at this league than the reputation of our team. Much more.
We've been brought on the brink of nervous breakdowns by most of the teams. It seemed that most of the teams were here just to kick our butts, to insult us, to play havoc in our tournament. Its so sickening to believe that each one of them wanted to spoil the very tournament that has managed to turn around football at uet..deep down they rever us, but they're too stuck up to accept it. Pity them. We took an initiative, and they wanted to put hurdles at every point.
But we tolerated everything. Just for the sake of football. We tolerated allegations against us, threats and what not, just for football. We worked our assess off these twelve days, ignored our families, put our lives on hold, just for football and these f***ing people, and this is what it had to come out as? The very climax, has not only been turned into an anticlimax, but its broken all our hearts. Its not even going to happen. Its like a mountain is going to miss its zenith, its so ugly. It really hurts, we worked hard to bring the uet football league to this point and just because of the lack of sportsmen spirit of a few people, its all crashing down.
We're yet to encounter real men, who know how to win and how to lose. I dont know if we have in us the energy for more of these leagues in the future. Right now, there's so much we've to think about.
The following post might be the stupidest most non sensical i've ever written, but it has to come out.
The past two weeks have been full of hardwork. Of every kind. Physical mental everything. We've tested ourselves to the limit. Lived days on 2 hour naps, conducted 6 matches in a day and played in one even, ran like idiots, argued, fought with people and what not. It been a discovery of each other and our ownselves. As a team, we've realised a lot of important things. We've been thrown to the ground and we've picked ourselves up. But thats not even the point. There was more at stake at this league than the reputation of our team. Much more.
We've been brought on the brink of nervous breakdowns by most of the teams. It seemed that most of the teams were here just to kick our butts, to insult us, to play havoc in our tournament. Its so sickening to believe that each one of them wanted to spoil the very tournament that has managed to turn around football at uet..deep down they rever us, but they're too stuck up to accept it. Pity them. We took an initiative, and they wanted to put hurdles at every point.
But we tolerated everything. Just for the sake of football. We tolerated allegations against us, threats and what not, just for football. We worked our assess off these twelve days, ignored our families, put our lives on hold, just for football and these f***ing people, and this is what it had to come out as? The very climax, has not only been turned into an anticlimax, but its broken all our hearts. Its not even going to happen. Its like a mountain is going to miss its zenith, its so ugly. It really hurts, we worked hard to bring the uet football league to this point and just because of the lack of sportsmen spirit of a few people, its all crashing down.
We're yet to encounter real men, who know how to win and how to lose. I dont know if we have in us the energy for more of these leagues in the future. Right now, there's so much we've to think about.
18 November 2008
That true feeling
A light
like the stars
bright
yet not blinding
a voice
like the sea
clear
yet not deafening
a touch
like the wind
firm
yet not dominating
so binding
yet setting you free
so saddening
yet so pleasing
A force
so strong
it conquered everything
so powerless
it failed to exist
in so many.
like the stars
bright
yet not blinding
a voice
like the sea
clear
yet not deafening
a touch
like the wind
firm
yet not dominating
so binding
yet setting you free
so saddening
yet so pleasing
A force
so strong
it conquered everything
so powerless
it failed to exist
in so many.
17 November 2008
Uet football league Diary
Aj i finally blew up at the Electrical 06 team. Its been 3 leagues and they've been sore losers and cry-baby winners. They've a problem with the smallest of decisions and refuse to accept the biggest ones. Even today they got the whole match into a big mess. I dont understand this, how can people be so paranoid? They believe we, the organisers, are always trying to pull their legs. Comeon man, i told them, we're better than that. I gave each of them a lecture on sportsman spirit which i believe they turned a deaf ear to but what else could i do? There was this one particular guy who even had reservations when i called the ball out, i had to shout at him during the match "you stop playing and take my place on the sideline"
there were so many other problems too. I fear its gonna get messier. We all love football, its 13 teams this time, but some of us think we're bigger than the game. But like the great Maradona said
"no players is bigger than the game"
i hope people understand this, and start playing for the love of the game. For its one thing that brings us all together, its one strong binding force between all of us. Although we all fight, and argue, but at the end of the day, if we realise we belong to the same fraternity. Yes it really is a fraternity, finally at uet it is. Its bigger than any of the societies and its much more active. We just need to inculcate more sportsman's spirit.
Sorry this post wasn't meant to be this mild and mellow. I was Pissed off so bad, but whatever, it'll do for now.
I REALLY HATE SORE LOSERS. Even more than inconsiderate winners.
there were so many other problems too. I fear its gonna get messier. We all love football, its 13 teams this time, but some of us think we're bigger than the game. But like the great Maradona said
"no players is bigger than the game"
i hope people understand this, and start playing for the love of the game. For its one thing that brings us all together, its one strong binding force between all of us. Although we all fight, and argue, but at the end of the day, if we realise we belong to the same fraternity. Yes it really is a fraternity, finally at uet it is. Its bigger than any of the societies and its much more active. We just need to inculcate more sportsman's spirit.
Sorry this post wasn't meant to be this mild and mellow. I was Pissed off so bad, but whatever, it'll do for now.
I REALLY HATE SORE LOSERS. Even more than inconsiderate winners.
15 November 2008
Selected stuff from sober, by tool
"I'm just a worthless liar,
I'm just an imbecile,
I will only complicate you,
Trust in me and fall as well,
I will find a centre in you,
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you,
Just enough to bring you down,
Trust me,
Trust me..."
(TOOL)
some lines from the song sober
I'm just an imbecile,
I will only complicate you,
Trust in me and fall as well,
I will find a centre in you,
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you,
Just enough to bring you down,
Trust me,
Trust me..."
(TOOL)
some lines from the song sober
14 November 2008
The not so purani jeans
Uet is the home of fashion...not.
Uet is the home of fashion disasters!
Now i'm not really fashionable or very updated person in that regard but there's one thing i know. TIGHT SKIN FITTING JEANS LOOK EWWW ON GUYS.
Firstly these jeans are out of fashion and secondly, man they're ugly. Anyways, lets not be too narrow minded, okay okay...everyone has a different choice. But there's a certain level of obnoxiousness that we're bound to avoid, or say, we should avoid.
Sorry the next few lines will be a little explicit but so are the tight jeans.
So i get off the bus, and in the midst of a sea of people getting off their respective buses, i see guys' legs and buttocks. So many, so similar. The jeans are defining their buttocks so well that you can actually differentiate the two sides. OMG. Infact it seems that area is accentuated. Then, the groin area is highlighted by the tight jeans, completing the highly explicit look. My friend says uet has very advanced thinking, and if guys can wear this kind of jeans then i cant disagree.
According to a friend, these people have to lay down infront of the tailor and they tell him to stitch the jeans on their bodies, or they use a polythene bag to help them slide the jeans up. Either way, it even looks uncomfortable.
Yes, you can see very clearly how many people LOOK uncomfortable. The jeans becomes the second skin and continues till the thick sole boots, how can you even walk in all that? The worst part is the number of accessories that come with jeans these days. A million pockets in the strangest of places, creases, prints, fake fades, scorpions, text, and on a recent entree i even saw a chain going from one side of the buttocks to the other (looked as if the guy's behind was gonna run away). Now i probably wouldn't have had any problem with all this, until i realised that people were trying to talk me into wearing that stuff too.
Everytime i go to buy a pair of jeans, i've to tell the salesmen again and again that i want a SIMPLE jeans. SIMPLE, to them is so out of fashion. So they always show me the blingy ones. Then, they're never the easy-on-the-baggy-side cut that i love, they try to hug my thighs and legs and i refuse to surrender. So i come back home unscathed, and empty handed. When this happened to me the first time i realised i have to raise my voice against this indecency and injustice and to bring down the movers and shakers and perpetrators of this movement that intends to destroy the style sense and behinds (they're so tight you can get those nappy rashes i guess) of guys of pakistan. Help me in this struggle.
Uet is the home of fashion disasters!
Now i'm not really fashionable or very updated person in that regard but there's one thing i know. TIGHT SKIN FITTING JEANS LOOK EWWW ON GUYS.
Firstly these jeans are out of fashion and secondly, man they're ugly. Anyways, lets not be too narrow minded, okay okay...everyone has a different choice. But there's a certain level of obnoxiousness that we're bound to avoid, or say, we should avoid.
Sorry the next few lines will be a little explicit but so are the tight jeans.
So i get off the bus, and in the midst of a sea of people getting off their respective buses, i see guys' legs and buttocks. So many, so similar. The jeans are defining their buttocks so well that you can actually differentiate the two sides. OMG. Infact it seems that area is accentuated. Then, the groin area is highlighted by the tight jeans, completing the highly explicit look. My friend says uet has very advanced thinking, and if guys can wear this kind of jeans then i cant disagree.
According to a friend, these people have to lay down infront of the tailor and they tell him to stitch the jeans on their bodies, or they use a polythene bag to help them slide the jeans up. Either way, it even looks uncomfortable.
Yes, you can see very clearly how many people LOOK uncomfortable. The jeans becomes the second skin and continues till the thick sole boots, how can you even walk in all that? The worst part is the number of accessories that come with jeans these days. A million pockets in the strangest of places, creases, prints, fake fades, scorpions, text, and on a recent entree i even saw a chain going from one side of the buttocks to the other (looked as if the guy's behind was gonna run away). Now i probably wouldn't have had any problem with all this, until i realised that people were trying to talk me into wearing that stuff too.
Everytime i go to buy a pair of jeans, i've to tell the salesmen again and again that i want a SIMPLE jeans. SIMPLE, to them is so out of fashion. So they always show me the blingy ones. Then, they're never the easy-on-the-baggy-side cut that i love, they try to hug my thighs and legs and i refuse to surrender. So i come back home unscathed, and empty handed. When this happened to me the first time i realised i have to raise my voice against this indecency and injustice and to bring down the movers and shakers and perpetrators of this movement that intends to destroy the style sense and behinds (they're so tight you can get those nappy rashes i guess) of guys of pakistan. Help me in this struggle.
13 November 2008
A tale of 2 decisions
Imran: yar hamza k sath lakshmi chalay jao poster lene bike pe aya hai
me: yar tu chala ja mje rasta nae ata
imran: nae muje b rasta nae ata. Maine bus pe jana hai seedha ghar. Jaws ko keh day.
Me: jaws chala ja yar
jaws: nae. May thaka hua hun
me: kitna chawal hai tu. Hamza ye raseed (receipt) pakar aur lay a please akela ja k.
Hamza: apne pas rakho may akela nae jaon ga
me: yar koi to kaam kar dia kar.
Hamza: mje rasta nae pta may bike pe ghar ja raha hun. Khudahafiz.
(hamza walks away to the motorcycle stand while we board the bus)
imran (to afnan bhai): yar plz ap chalay jain
afnan bhai: 100 rupay do
me (aloud, like making an announcement): yar lakshmi bari mashhoor jaga hai lahore ki ko jana chahta hai to chala jae
(a new giggles from here and there, the bus begins to move)
imran: yar tu aur may chalte hain, hamza se kehte hain bus pe a jae
me: han yes. Chal utar
imran: oye ab wo kbi nae pohanch sakta bus pe. May utar jata hun bus se may chala jata hun.
Me: han sae
(i think)
me: nae may jata hun
imran: nae may
me: may utar raha hun
(i call up hamza)
me(on the phone): hamza may gari shahu utar raha hun mje pick karlena.
(i hang up)
imran: tu ja raha hai phir?
Me: han...nae
imran: okay i'm going
me: ja...nae nae may ja raha hun
imran: acha sae
me: kya?
Imran: k tu ja raha hai
me: o nae may reh raha hun.
Imran: dono chalte hain
me: pagal bike pe 3 bnday kaise bethen gay? You know policewale hote hain
imran: chal phir sochlay
(the bus reaches garhi shahu, stops at the signal. I get off)
me: ok Khuda Hafiz
(the bus begins to move and imran jumps off it as well)
me(running after imran): wat the...?
Imran: may b ja raha hun
me: o pagal may ja raha hun. Hum 3 log kaisay bethe gay?
(imran thinks for a second)
imran: bus agay dubara ruki hai pakar len?
Me: chal
(we walk towards the bus and it starts moving)
(we look at eachother laugh hysterically and sit down on the pavement. Waiting for hamza)
we later realise the imran had the receipt at that time so if i had got off all alone it would've been futile to go there.
Moral of the story:
1) hamza is an idiot, he made us wait
2) decisions should be made and stuck with
3) triple sawari is not easy when you've to avoid hundreds of policemen from lakshmi to modeltown
4) lakshmi is pretty distant from model town
5) jaws is seriously lazy
6) the pavement is at normal temperature these days
7) once you can see the bus moving and the distance between you and the bus is more than ten metres, then its no use following the bus (i learnt it quite long ago. The HARD WAY!)
me: yar tu chala ja mje rasta nae ata
imran: nae muje b rasta nae ata. Maine bus pe jana hai seedha ghar. Jaws ko keh day.
Me: jaws chala ja yar
jaws: nae. May thaka hua hun
me: kitna chawal hai tu. Hamza ye raseed (receipt) pakar aur lay a please akela ja k.
Hamza: apne pas rakho may akela nae jaon ga
me: yar koi to kaam kar dia kar.
Hamza: mje rasta nae pta may bike pe ghar ja raha hun. Khudahafiz.
(hamza walks away to the motorcycle stand while we board the bus)
imran (to afnan bhai): yar plz ap chalay jain
afnan bhai: 100 rupay do
me (aloud, like making an announcement): yar lakshmi bari mashhoor jaga hai lahore ki ko jana chahta hai to chala jae
(a new giggles from here and there, the bus begins to move)
imran: yar tu aur may chalte hain, hamza se kehte hain bus pe a jae
me: han yes. Chal utar
imran: oye ab wo kbi nae pohanch sakta bus pe. May utar jata hun bus se may chala jata hun.
Me: han sae
(i think)
me: nae may jata hun
imran: nae may
me: may utar raha hun
(i call up hamza)
me(on the phone): hamza may gari shahu utar raha hun mje pick karlena.
(i hang up)
imran: tu ja raha hai phir?
Me: han...nae
imran: okay i'm going
me: ja...nae nae may ja raha hun
imran: acha sae
me: kya?
Imran: k tu ja raha hai
me: o nae may reh raha hun.
Imran: dono chalte hain
me: pagal bike pe 3 bnday kaise bethen gay? You know policewale hote hain
imran: chal phir sochlay
(the bus reaches garhi shahu, stops at the signal. I get off)
me: ok Khuda Hafiz
(the bus begins to move and imran jumps off it as well)
me(running after imran): wat the...?
Imran: may b ja raha hun
me: o pagal may ja raha hun. Hum 3 log kaisay bethe gay?
(imran thinks for a second)
imran: bus agay dubara ruki hai pakar len?
Me: chal
(we walk towards the bus and it starts moving)
(we look at eachother laugh hysterically and sit down on the pavement. Waiting for hamza)
we later realise the imran had the receipt at that time so if i had got off all alone it would've been futile to go there.
Moral of the story:
1) hamza is an idiot, he made us wait
2) decisions should be made and stuck with
3) triple sawari is not easy when you've to avoid hundreds of policemen from lakshmi to modeltown
4) lakshmi is pretty distant from model town
5) jaws is seriously lazy
6) the pavement is at normal temperature these days
7) once you can see the bus moving and the distance between you and the bus is more than ten metres, then its no use following the bus (i learnt it quite long ago. The HARD WAY!)
11 November 2008
Walking
Its surprising everywhere i go i realise that place is a world in itself. Be it uet, lakshmi, or even the railway residential colonies i walked through today. Every place has different sights and sounds.
A chore lead us to this part of Lahore i'd never been to. It was the Railway office complex or something. Actually its not far away from the railway station (and we've been there millions of times) but its tucked in behind a maze of "galis". When i finally got there i realised there literally was a world going about its daily routine irrespective of the outside world. We had to meet someone.
From the outlook, it seemed pretty rusty. Everything seemed rusty and old and in shabby condition. But when we entered the office, we were surprised by the pure wood walls and a mahogany table and an lcd screen. The owner of this was some bigwig and was pretty presentably. Anyways, we then walked all the way to the station, again through a complex maze of pathways, going through small quarters.
The railway station has always fascinated me. I love the locomotives, they ooze power and strength. And after seeing what each and every integral part looks like during the industrial tour, it has increased my fascination.
We had to meet the station superintendent at the station. Met him and walked to the other part of the area, crossing a big bridge that overlooks all the platforms, walking through more mazes, through a huge residential area with small quarters for houses, all of yellow color. I was surprised to see so many people leaved in that place. Thats when i realised i haven't seen anything. Thats when i realised the insignificance of my own knowledge.
I walked a lot today. But i thoroughly enjoyed it. I wasn't alone and we talked all the way. But what i really enjoyed was absorbing the sights and sounds of each place i went to today.
In the evening, we had to go to lakshmi. And again, the same feeling crept in, that i know is nothing at all...i'd like to mention the very very tasty kashmiri tea i had there..was great huhuhahaha...but i still haven't had bhatti ki karahi :(...i wanna have it right now...
A chore lead us to this part of Lahore i'd never been to. It was the Railway office complex or something. Actually its not far away from the railway station (and we've been there millions of times) but its tucked in behind a maze of "galis". When i finally got there i realised there literally was a world going about its daily routine irrespective of the outside world. We had to meet someone.
From the outlook, it seemed pretty rusty. Everything seemed rusty and old and in shabby condition. But when we entered the office, we were surprised by the pure wood walls and a mahogany table and an lcd screen. The owner of this was some bigwig and was pretty presentably. Anyways, we then walked all the way to the station, again through a complex maze of pathways, going through small quarters.
The railway station has always fascinated me. I love the locomotives, they ooze power and strength. And after seeing what each and every integral part looks like during the industrial tour, it has increased my fascination.
We had to meet the station superintendent at the station. Met him and walked to the other part of the area, crossing a big bridge that overlooks all the platforms, walking through more mazes, through a huge residential area with small quarters for houses, all of yellow color. I was surprised to see so many people leaved in that place. Thats when i realised i haven't seen anything. Thats when i realised the insignificance of my own knowledge.
I walked a lot today. But i thoroughly enjoyed it. I wasn't alone and we talked all the way. But what i really enjoyed was absorbing the sights and sounds of each place i went to today.
In the evening, we had to go to lakshmi. And again, the same feeling crept in, that i know is nothing at all...i'd like to mention the very very tasty kashmiri tea i had there..was great huhuhahaha...but i still haven't had bhatti ki karahi :(...i wanna have it right now...
10 November 2008
Aaj kal
Hmmm...finally exams are over. These were probably the worst exams of my life. Probably i'll score okay inshaAllah, but thats not the point. The point is that everything i did in my exams, every question i did, i knew it. I'd do everything right but when i'd come out, i'd realise it was all wrong. It happened in the first, the second, the third and then the fourth exam. I was so disappointed before the last exam that i studied with only half my heart. Its funny i fell asleep preparing while my friends were solving questions close by. Lol. Talk about not caring. I didn't know crap. Anyways, the bottomline is that i'm done.
The donation thing has come out beautifully MashaALLAH. My last post is related to this incase you people wondered. The Vice Chancellor pitched in with his donations too. Now wats left is the transportation and distribution to the earthquake affectees. I wanted to go to ziarat too, dad permitted me. But as it turns out, i'll have to miss so many days of university if i go, which i cannot afford at this point of time.
Heyyy, we visited AsgharAli after such a long time and were greeted by the obvious raise in prices. For people who dont know, its a place that sells original arabic perfumes, imported direct from Bahrain. They're very exotic, very different and very cool. I got one today as well, its called Dahnal Oud, it has a very Arabic smell. I always noticed a corner in the shop that i never went to. Today i came to know why. There was an Itar, made of Oud (its some kind of base smell), 12ml of which cost 42000 rupees. Yes i'm not lying and you've read the figure correctly. 42000. I tested i today finally. Its good. Lol. I love perfumes. But who doesn't then?
Anyways, like i say, busy days begin. Ufl (uet football league) is about to start soon inshaAllah. And there are matches in the next three days inshaAllah as well. So its all busy busy but its good i guess. I really wanna sleep now. Enough of my ranting. Well wait let me put something worthwhile in this post to make reading this a tad bit useful. Ummmm
ummm
umm
um
yeah, metallica's "ONE" is probably the greatest metal anthems ever. I've loved it for so long, the Live version is even better. Do give it a listen. Its beautiful. And btw, i'm listening to A PERFECT CIRCLE again these days. I think now i understand their music more than i did before. I think i know what is Art Metal. Its so TOOLISH (obviously it has some of TOOL's band members) and its intense.
The donation thing has come out beautifully MashaALLAH. My last post is related to this incase you people wondered. The Vice Chancellor pitched in with his donations too. Now wats left is the transportation and distribution to the earthquake affectees. I wanted to go to ziarat too, dad permitted me. But as it turns out, i'll have to miss so many days of university if i go, which i cannot afford at this point of time.
Heyyy, we visited AsgharAli after such a long time and were greeted by the obvious raise in prices. For people who dont know, its a place that sells original arabic perfumes, imported direct from Bahrain. They're very exotic, very different and very cool. I got one today as well, its called Dahnal Oud, it has a very Arabic smell. I always noticed a corner in the shop that i never went to. Today i came to know why. There was an Itar, made of Oud (its some kind of base smell), 12ml of which cost 42000 rupees. Yes i'm not lying and you've read the figure correctly. 42000. I tested i today finally. Its good. Lol. I love perfumes. But who doesn't then?
Anyways, like i say, busy days begin. Ufl (uet football league) is about to start soon inshaAllah. And there are matches in the next three days inshaAllah as well. So its all busy busy but its good i guess. I really wanna sleep now. Enough of my ranting. Well wait let me put something worthwhile in this post to make reading this a tad bit useful. Ummmm
ummm
umm
um
yeah, metallica's "ONE" is probably the greatest metal anthems ever. I've loved it for so long, the Live version is even better. Do give it a listen. Its beautiful. And btw, i'm listening to A PERFECT CIRCLE again these days. I think now i understand their music more than i did before. I think i know what is Art Metal. Its so TOOLISH (obviously it has some of TOOL's band members) and its intense.
08 November 2008
Thankfulness
I'm really happy today. I love times like these, when my belief that "when you have the passion and determination for something, nothing in the world is impossible" is strengthened. When you're ready to fight for what you believe in, Allah helps you in each and every way. To succeed at each and every point of your life, you only need Allah's help and lots of determination, lots of belief in yourself. Excuses like difficult circumstances and non cooperation of authorities or corruption in the system is all bullcrap. People make these excuses because they dont trust God to put all these things right. And God certainly will clear every hurdle once you're determined to work and seek help in the earnest of fashions. Allah has made each of us very powerful, capable of accomplishing every task we wish to. But humans have strayed from their real abilities. Most of us have atleast.
But there's still lots of hope.
Thank You Allah for giving all of us the courage, the determination, the chance and most importantly the "TAUFEEQ" for working for this cause. Maybe we, the youth of today, are still alive. All we need is your help, and lots of determination. ThankYou for waking us up today Oh Allah. We need ONLY your help, at every point of our lives. ONLY your help Allah!
But there's still lots of hope.
Thank You Allah for giving all of us the courage, the determination, the chance and most importantly the "TAUFEEQ" for working for this cause. Maybe we, the youth of today, are still alive. All we need is your help, and lots of determination. ThankYou for waking us up today Oh Allah. We need ONLY your help, at every point of our lives. ONLY your help Allah!
03 November 2008
Some of uet's nicknames
I was thinking of wat to do, them i started thinking about some of the nicknames we use at uni. I realised that they're actually funny, but since we use them so often or they're used so often infront of us that we've perhaps gotten used to the stuff. The explanation of these names can be given later sometime, right now i'm just listing some of them. I dunno if this is a good way, because i cant format much from my cell phone. This is the best, most easiest way i can post them in as of yet...here we go (not all would be funny but they're all very apt i tell you):
Party
Maana
Saana
Jozi Bhai
Chuss
Big B
Shopper
Zoobarr
Chhota
Lamb
Poly
Charsi
Atom Bomb
Faani
Teddy
Billa
Tandrust
Model
Billa Theeta
Chabbal
Uncle
Taahar
Cheel
Ghairoo
Seriously
Jugnoo
Paaro
Cousin
MCP
Umar Altaf
Bonus
Jeela
Dangar
Chhatra
Saeen
Gadha
Gift
Urri Baba
Mohabbat Man
E-Stud
Jani
Queens Road
AB
Soota
Chaudry
Pami
Paindoo
Pakistani
Cool Boss
and the best of them all
"Mir Chucky Mir"
and "Captain m.h.a" (haha, this is not one nick to be proud of, and i dont claim it to be mine, there's a story behind the captain, ofcourse there's nothing wrong with m.h.a, that stands for my initials, the real joke is in the captain thingy...lol...)
Party
Maana
Saana
Jozi Bhai
Chuss
Big B
Shopper
Zoobarr
Chhota
Lamb
Poly
Charsi
Atom Bomb
Faani
Teddy
Billa
Tandrust
Model
Billa Theeta
Chabbal
Uncle
Taahar
Cheel
Ghairoo
Seriously
Jugnoo
Paaro
Cousin
MCP
Umar Altaf
Bonus
Jeela
Dangar
Chhatra
Saeen
Gadha
Gift
Urri Baba
Mohabbat Man
E-Stud
Jani
Queens Road
AB
Soota
Chaudry
Pami
Paindoo
Pakistani
Cool Boss
and the best of them all
"Mir Chucky Mir"
and "Captain m.h.a" (haha, this is not one nick to be proud of, and i dont claim it to be mine, there's a story behind the captain, ofcourse there's nothing wrong with m.h.a, that stands for my initials, the real joke is in the captain thingy...lol...)
02 November 2008
A dream
The days fly by so quickly. You wake up everyday and you think about getting dressed. And the next time you get a chance to think, you're thinking about getting undressed to sleep! How cruel of us to have entangled ourselves within ourselves so much that all we do is serve our needs. All we think is about us only. We look for a silver lining in every cloud. We've formed such small worlds around us, that we'll never fix, but they dont want to risk that world as well. My greatest dream is to be free from my own self. To break out from this small world of mine, to step into the big one. Not only step, but work for it.
That day we were discussing Che Guevera at the uni when imran said "people like him had no families to care for" but i told him, sacrifice is the first pre requisite to success and greatness. If we in Pakistan cannot muster a movement, a revolution against the tyrant feudals, or the filthy rich, or foreign pleasing politicians, its because we are not ready to make sacrifices.
People like lenin, guevera, mandela, khomeni were great because the broke free from their small worlds. Had they refused to do it, Russia, Cuba, South Africa and Iran would've totally different.
Actually, my dad said something to me which initially i misunderstood, but now i get it. He said "mediocre bnda kabi agay nae jata/a mediocre person never succeeds" . I thought with all respect it was shallow of my dad to consider a man's status or intelligence as his requisites for success. But i later realised, he never meant that. A mediocre person will be someone, who does something, and does it halfheartedly. One who plays safe. One who is so attached to his small world that he refuses to take any step which might disturb the balance in it. One who's not ready to make sacrifices. Such people cannot succeed in the true sense. Earning money is not success, having the heart to help this world is.
People like Martin Luther king jr. dedicated all their lives to their beliefs. To their dreams. People say "he gave his life for the cause", but thats so untrue. Infact, that is what precisely life is actually. To be able to live out your dreams, and help out this world. The greater world.
My greatest dream is to have such a life, where i go to sleep each day knowing i played a little part in making life easier for people. Where i wake up, promise to give my heart and soul to everything i do, to free myself from me. Where i would be free from my own small world. Thats my dream.
I pray:
"Ya Rab dil-e-Muslim ko wo zinda tamanna day,
jo qalb ko garma day, jo rooh ko tarpa day"
That day we were discussing Che Guevera at the uni when imran said "people like him had no families to care for" but i told him, sacrifice is the first pre requisite to success and greatness. If we in Pakistan cannot muster a movement, a revolution against the tyrant feudals, or the filthy rich, or foreign pleasing politicians, its because we are not ready to make sacrifices.
People like lenin, guevera, mandela, khomeni were great because the broke free from their small worlds. Had they refused to do it, Russia, Cuba, South Africa and Iran would've totally different.
Actually, my dad said something to me which initially i misunderstood, but now i get it. He said "mediocre bnda kabi agay nae jata/a mediocre person never succeeds" . I thought with all respect it was shallow of my dad to consider a man's status or intelligence as his requisites for success. But i later realised, he never meant that. A mediocre person will be someone, who does something, and does it halfheartedly. One who plays safe. One who is so attached to his small world that he refuses to take any step which might disturb the balance in it. One who's not ready to make sacrifices. Such people cannot succeed in the true sense. Earning money is not success, having the heart to help this world is.
People like Martin Luther king jr. dedicated all their lives to their beliefs. To their dreams. People say "he gave his life for the cause", but thats so untrue. Infact, that is what precisely life is actually. To be able to live out your dreams, and help out this world. The greater world.
My greatest dream is to have such a life, where i go to sleep each day knowing i played a little part in making life easier for people. Where i wake up, promise to give my heart and soul to everything i do, to free myself from me. Where i would be free from my own small world. Thats my dream.
I pray:
"Ya Rab dil-e-Muslim ko wo zinda tamanna day,
jo qalb ko garma day, jo rooh ko tarpa day"
31 October 2008
Its been a long time since i wrote an upbeat post, and things are not gonna change i think. Its a long phase i think where i can only write dark/glum/sad posts. Lol. Very funny.
Anyways, one reason for not blogging as much as i used to is that if i blog these days, it will be about my daily life, or what i feel about it, and i think i want to spare my gracious readers the trouble of living my life as well as their's.
Like they say "zindagi wich pehle kam maslay nay"
anyways, i was wondering today, is it pure luck that both of the recent earthquake incidents took place in october? The news bulletin has been so sad of late, bringing deaths of more and more people everytime. Wats happening around us? Its all so confusing yet so clear.
I've to work against my eyelids to keep awake. I'm so lazy i could put myself to shame anyday.
Anyways, one reason for not blogging as much as i used to is that if i blog these days, it will be about my daily life, or what i feel about it, and i think i want to spare my gracious readers the trouble of living my life as well as their's.
Like they say "zindagi wich pehle kam maslay nay"
anyways, i was wondering today, is it pure luck that both of the recent earthquake incidents took place in october? The news bulletin has been so sad of late, bringing deaths of more and more people everytime. Wats happening around us? Its all so confusing yet so clear.
I've to work against my eyelids to keep awake. I'm so lazy i could put myself to shame anyday.
29 October 2008
Blah
Its around 2a.m. I'm in my bed but i dont think i want to sleep. I feel strangely fresh, though as my sister rightly pointed out i dont get much sleep. I wonder Hows the weather outside. Must be good, was good a while ago. Ah Damn, there's the roadblock, my mind's stuck. Sigh. Sorry this is just a lame post.
28 October 2008
RUHE
I believe good music is that which you can associate a feeling with effortlessly, and whenever you listen to it, you get that feeling coming right through. For this reason, i despise most of the new artists who're stepping into the genre of alternative or punk rock, as they're bombarding us with totally heartless superficial music that consists of predefined guitar riffs and drums that lack punch. Most of the stuff by most of these artists feels so superficial to me, but i accept everyone has different tastes in music and its not worth arguing on this matter.
Right now, lets come to the issue of the post.
Though i'm a real big rock and metal fan, i like to experiment with different stuff. The following is not really experimentation but i stumbled upon this song.
I liked Schiller after i heard the song "I Feel You" which is a very very nice song and fits the above criteria so well. I tried his other tracks but didn't like them much back then. But then, a cousin gave me this other song called "RUHE".
Instantly i fell in love with this song and the song grew on me. The electronic/techno composition is literally very soulful. The song starts off with soft bamboo like percussions, that are composed in a beautiful beautiful but simple simple manner. Then, the song grows into a simple composition which sounds almost familiar even when you hear it for the first time. Infact, i believe many of us would remember hearing it in the background of lots of tv programmes though i cant remember which ones. Even the german lyrics, which are few and far between sound perfect.
But i still haven't mentioned the best thing about this song. This song has a very confused feeling attached to it. A bit of nostalgia, a bit of sadness, just very little hope, this song gets you thinking if you do try to understand the music you listen to. Generally, when i'm listening to song, i try to picturise it, in the form of a video. For this song, i've been thinking of some picturization, something to give it a body, but all i can imagine are memories, that make you sad. Its like images taken from your past arranged in the form of slides, mixed with blurred images of vast green fields, and raindrops, everything glum, and the images change very rapidly, so rapidly you dont get much time to contemplate. Thats how i visualise it.
By the end of the song, the electronic beats get more intense, and the little lyrics that are there sound more intense even when you dont understand german.
I'm in love with this song and the feelings it provokes.
The actual video of the song is not good. Dont watch the video. Do give this song two or three rounds of play, you'll just love it. Its beautiful.
Btw, i think i like schiller now, i downloaded all of his albums, which includes 10 versions of i feel you, lol...
Btw, i've lots of music related posts in my mind.
Right now, lets come to the issue of the post.
Though i'm a real big rock and metal fan, i like to experiment with different stuff. The following is not really experimentation but i stumbled upon this song.
I liked Schiller after i heard the song "I Feel You" which is a very very nice song and fits the above criteria so well. I tried his other tracks but didn't like them much back then. But then, a cousin gave me this other song called "RUHE".
Instantly i fell in love with this song and the song grew on me. The electronic/techno composition is literally very soulful. The song starts off with soft bamboo like percussions, that are composed in a beautiful beautiful but simple simple manner. Then, the song grows into a simple composition which sounds almost familiar even when you hear it for the first time. Infact, i believe many of us would remember hearing it in the background of lots of tv programmes though i cant remember which ones. Even the german lyrics, which are few and far between sound perfect.
But i still haven't mentioned the best thing about this song. This song has a very confused feeling attached to it. A bit of nostalgia, a bit of sadness, just very little hope, this song gets you thinking if you do try to understand the music you listen to. Generally, when i'm listening to song, i try to picturise it, in the form of a video. For this song, i've been thinking of some picturization, something to give it a body, but all i can imagine are memories, that make you sad. Its like images taken from your past arranged in the form of slides, mixed with blurred images of vast green fields, and raindrops, everything glum, and the images change very rapidly, so rapidly you dont get much time to contemplate. Thats how i visualise it.
By the end of the song, the electronic beats get more intense, and the little lyrics that are there sound more intense even when you dont understand german.
I'm in love with this song and the feelings it provokes.
The actual video of the song is not good. Dont watch the video. Do give this song two or three rounds of play, you'll just love it. Its beautiful.
Btw, i think i like schiller now, i downloaded all of his albums, which includes 10 versions of i feel you, lol...
Btw, i've lots of music related posts in my mind.
27 October 2008
Waaaaaaannnh monday is here again. That marks an end to another weekend. Time's flying by so fast i believe we're in fast forward mode. Exams draw near. I know zilch about four out of five subjects. Thats coz this semester, attending classes has not been the order of the days, or the whole semester. And the ones i've attended, i've slept thru :s...
Waaaaaat, this is such a boring woring life. Just uni and back to my place. Nothing else. Nothing that i can call remotely constructive. I wanted to do so much stuff on my computer but thanx to the wapda people i'm always left planning. And its scary, that lights would go out all of a sudden erasing all your unsaved data. Damn it. Thats happened so many times.
Its strange times anyways, i feel all grown up. People ask my mom "oh ap iski shadi kb karain gi" haha, and the answer has shrunk from ten years to one two three or something. Damn that really means i've grown up.
I've to make an important decision today. Whether to attend the refrigeration and airconditioning classes or not. I dont want to, its not like i'll understand anything. If i attend it'll be for my moral satisfaction. Lol.
I'm so wasted.
Waaaaaat, this is such a boring woring life. Just uni and back to my place. Nothing else. Nothing that i can call remotely constructive. I wanted to do so much stuff on my computer but thanx to the wapda people i'm always left planning. And its scary, that lights would go out all of a sudden erasing all your unsaved data. Damn it. Thats happened so many times.
Its strange times anyways, i feel all grown up. People ask my mom "oh ap iski shadi kb karain gi" haha, and the answer has shrunk from ten years to one two three or something. Damn that really means i've grown up.
I've to make an important decision today. Whether to attend the refrigeration and airconditioning classes or not. I dont want to, its not like i'll understand anything. If i attend it'll be for my moral satisfaction. Lol.
I'm so wasted.
22 October 2008
Droplets of time
The water drips unhindered. The sound, sweet in the beginning starts to grow louder, it appears to grow louder atleast. I know that because i know the distance between the mouth of the tap and the wash basin is not changing, neither is the size of the drop. So why does the sound of the drop hitting the surface appear to be louder every passing moment? Not only that, all the other sounds begin to fade into the back ground every passing second. Its like your ears and your mind are trying to focus on that tip blip tip of the droplets. Your mind shuns all other thoughts to identify the rhythm in that simplest of sounds, to decipher its meaning which doesn't even exist. Normally, the mind would tell itself that fact, but even the mind is demoted to the back seat. You think that this is probably the only sound there is, or probably the only dominant sound. You think this is what matters to you at this moment, and your mind isn't there to tell you you're wrong. You feel it growing on you, when suddenly, the sound blends into the environment. Its no more distinct, its no more isolated from every other sound. You cannot even make out separate drops now, and slowly, it fades back to wherever it came from. And tries to go back to normal. But the mind refuses to take the change immediately. You can still imagine the sound of the droplets, when its no longer there. But eventually even that goes away.
Life strangely goes on in the above fashion. People and moments fall from the tap of fate into your past like droplets, most of them meeting the same end. But the negligible distance through which they fall is the present.
You look into the basin and find a really small depression, into which a small quantity of water, around 3 4 drops, has accumulated. Atleast that'll remind you of the sound of the drops, and that they did fall.
Some things never leave you. Strange but true.
Life strangely goes on in the above fashion. People and moments fall from the tap of fate into your past like droplets, most of them meeting the same end. But the negligible distance through which they fall is the present.
You look into the basin and find a really small depression, into which a small quantity of water, around 3 4 drops, has accumulated. Atleast that'll remind you of the sound of the drops, and that they did fall.
Some things never leave you. Strange but true.
21 October 2008
The long overdue tag post
So finally, i'm back. Kind of. And i've so much to catch up with, so many post from so many of my friends on so many of my friends' blogs. But it'll all fall into place inshaAllah.
First things first.
The tag season is here once again and i've been tagged by Blogger Exquisite to list some of my pleasures. Actually i'm a bit late, thanks to my mood and my procrastinative nature. My pleasures, i cant promise them all to be guilty ones, are many. So i had to think for a while to decide whether to set a limit or not. In the end, i decided against it. And for the interest of the readers, i'll try to keep them as short as possible.
1) FOOTBALL: People who know me even a little bit must've been expecting this. Football to me has grown from being a sport to a passion to a part of life. Yes, football really is something that i need the dose of to keep me happy. And the first choice is playing the game. The sense of competition, the beauty of the game, the effort we've to put in, the runs we make, goals we score or defend, everything brings one of the best kinds of pleasures, while in the moment, and in retrospect. Whatever i write about football wouldnot be enough because in one way my life does revolve around it. The best things is that football has given me some of my greatest friends. This is one thing that brings us all together like a big network. In fact, football is one big chunk of my life, and it never fails to lift me up. Never.
2) Chocolates: Whatever people say about chocolates, i love all of them. All kinds, all colours. Infact, the real pleasure is in trying different chocolates. Ofcourse, in my pocket money, affording chocolates is a daunting maneuver, but then, thats the fun. You sacrifice a whole meal for a bar of lindt etc. Thats the pleasure.
3) Pens: I think i've written about pens before to, if i remember correctly. One of greatest pleasures since my early years has been collecting different pens. But the real pleasure is writing with a different pen everyday. And i've a knack for good pens, needless to say. Lol.
4) Cats and Kittens: I love them. I love patting them. Whenever i see a kitten, stray or otherwise, i just cannot, CANNOT hold myself back from patting it. I JUST have to. And it feels so awesome. Moreover, i plan to keep tiger cubs sometime in life. I think that counts as a cat.
5) Texting: One of the two greatest things ever happened to communications. I love texting. Much more than calling actually. Its just great, so easy, so spontaneous, so short. And you can edit your texts lol. A friend normally argues with me on the merits of texting, and i say, texting is more personal than calling. I dunno Hows that true, but it is. Needless to say, texting is uplifting. Really.
6) Gprs: This is the second of the two greatest things that ever happened to communications. Its fascinating, and i'm found using my gprs for long long times. But the best part is, if it wasn't around, i wouldn't have blogged probably.
7) Food: I'm a total total food lover, a food freak. Food is ummmmm great, whether your mood is good or bad.
8) Desserts: If there's anything called a sweet tooth, i'm the sweet tooth (what's the opposite of fairy?) ghost!
9) Dancing: Though i dont really know how to, but i just love it. I do it alone mostly, practising different steps. Hehe.
There're many more i believe, but as yet, these are the dominant ones in my mind. And they're in no specific order.
First things first.
The tag season is here once again and i've been tagged by Blogger Exquisite to list some of my pleasures. Actually i'm a bit late, thanks to my mood and my procrastinative nature. My pleasures, i cant promise them all to be guilty ones, are many. So i had to think for a while to decide whether to set a limit or not. In the end, i decided against it. And for the interest of the readers, i'll try to keep them as short as possible.
1) FOOTBALL: People who know me even a little bit must've been expecting this. Football to me has grown from being a sport to a passion to a part of life. Yes, football really is something that i need the dose of to keep me happy. And the first choice is playing the game. The sense of competition, the beauty of the game, the effort we've to put in, the runs we make, goals we score or defend, everything brings one of the best kinds of pleasures, while in the moment, and in retrospect. Whatever i write about football wouldnot be enough because in one way my life does revolve around it. The best things is that football has given me some of my greatest friends. This is one thing that brings us all together like a big network. In fact, football is one big chunk of my life, and it never fails to lift me up. Never.
2) Chocolates: Whatever people say about chocolates, i love all of them. All kinds, all colours. Infact, the real pleasure is in trying different chocolates. Ofcourse, in my pocket money, affording chocolates is a daunting maneuver, but then, thats the fun. You sacrifice a whole meal for a bar of lindt etc. Thats the pleasure.
3) Pens: I think i've written about pens before to, if i remember correctly. One of greatest pleasures since my early years has been collecting different pens. But the real pleasure is writing with a different pen everyday. And i've a knack for good pens, needless to say. Lol.
4) Cats and Kittens: I love them. I love patting them. Whenever i see a kitten, stray or otherwise, i just cannot, CANNOT hold myself back from patting it. I JUST have to. And it feels so awesome. Moreover, i plan to keep tiger cubs sometime in life. I think that counts as a cat.
5) Texting: One of the two greatest things ever happened to communications. I love texting. Much more than calling actually. Its just great, so easy, so spontaneous, so short. And you can edit your texts lol. A friend normally argues with me on the merits of texting, and i say, texting is more personal than calling. I dunno Hows that true, but it is. Needless to say, texting is uplifting. Really.
6) Gprs: This is the second of the two greatest things that ever happened to communications. Its fascinating, and i'm found using my gprs for long long times. But the best part is, if it wasn't around, i wouldn't have blogged probably.
7) Food: I'm a total total food lover, a food freak. Food is ummmmm great, whether your mood is good or bad.
8) Desserts: If there's anything called a sweet tooth, i'm the sweet tooth (what's the opposite of fairy?) ghost!
9) Dancing: Though i dont really know how to, but i just love it. I do it alone mostly, practising different steps. Hehe.
There're many more i believe, but as yet, these are the dominant ones in my mind. And they're in no specific order.
18 October 2008
An ode to the best of times
Its pretty hectic these days. I'm in pindi to attend maryam's wedding. I just came here to let something out.
Maryam has been with me since ages, she's been one of my closest friends, my best cousin, one the the greatest people in my life and an extraordinary sister. Tonight, was her dholki cum mehndi. I danced alot, i even managed to do a skit then i took such cute pictures with her. But after all that, its all coming back to me. All the fun times we had. All the times we fought and made up. All the pranks we played. Its all coming back to me. I feel rock bottom. Which is not right. She's going to get married, she's going away.
Ideally i should've come up and should've written everything about her, about the times we spend together, but i cant right now. I really cant.
Right now i'm having those random flashbacks, and occasionally my mind goes blank. Right now i just want to say that i'll miss her and i'll miss her bad. But she so deserves all the happiness MashaALLAH. Love her.
Its her rukhsati tomorrow inshaAllah.
Maryam has been with me since ages, she's been one of my closest friends, my best cousin, one the the greatest people in my life and an extraordinary sister. Tonight, was her dholki cum mehndi. I danced alot, i even managed to do a skit then i took such cute pictures with her. But after all that, its all coming back to me. All the fun times we had. All the times we fought and made up. All the pranks we played. Its all coming back to me. I feel rock bottom. Which is not right. She's going to get married, she's going away.
Ideally i should've come up and should've written everything about her, about the times we spend together, but i cant right now. I really cant.
Right now i'm having those random flashbacks, and occasionally my mind goes blank. Right now i just want to say that i'll miss her and i'll miss her bad. But she so deserves all the happiness MashaALLAH. Love her.
Its her rukhsati tomorrow inshaAllah.
15 October 2008
An important post.
For some reason, i just cant bring myself to blogging, or even commenting for that matter. I have a tag post due, and there's so much going on these days, so much to write about, but for some reason, i just cant bring myself to visit my blog even, or anyone elses blog. Maybe its got to do something with someone going away forever, or maybe its just a little wittle phase.
Jo b, i say sorry to my blog for this selfishness and to blogger exquisite who tagged me (i'll write it very soon inshaAllah).
I'll be back very soon inshaAllah.
:(
Jo b, i say sorry to my blog for this selfishness and to blogger exquisite who tagged me (i'll write it very soon inshaAllah).
I'll be back very soon inshaAllah.
:(
08 October 2008
Football is in the air
Thank God. The football seasons have finally started after what seemed to me an eternity. I say SEASONS because, firstly i'm talking about the domestic leagues of england, spain and italy etc, and secondly, i'm talking about football at uet and football in our lives.
Although its common knowledge that thats been about 5 6 weeks since the BPL, Premiera Liga and Serie A started, but the realisation has come in the true sense just now. Maybe because we had a Ramazan break. But now its on.
Anyways, i'm not going to discuss the leagues, because plenty of other people are doing that. Its uet football that i'm going to talk about. Its been three days, and we've been playing in the sun like crazy. All day everyday, missing and bunking classes. And the fever has caught on very well! 05,06,07,08! Its cool.
Everyday, we tell Bajwa to bring the ball to the lecture theatres. Then, after one or two classes, we proceed to the football ground, sit for a bit, call up 07, tell them to get their arses right here and viola, the battlefield is set up in like ten minutes. Then as the game starts, it gets infectious. Passerbys become bystanders and you can hear people shouting "Oye may kis team may hun?"
you look around you can see people with their pants pulled up, playing barefoot (cant risk my sandals dad'd kill me) calling and shouting. People with the ball try to be as smooth as possible, lol, everyone wants their share of glory. Occasionally, there are people wincing in agony lying on the grass, and there are bodies flying here and there. But thats a part of the game na. The matches are hard fought to say the least, and bringing the ball back from behind the goalposts is considered the worst job.
As the sun continues to shine, sweat glistens on the foreheads and forearms of everyone, but it cannot dry out the passion. YES THIS IS WHAT WAS MISSING FROM LIFE!
And ufl (uet football league) is going to start soon. BROUGHT TO YOU BY.......TEAM NINE XI...which is ummmm US...
Like i say "BOYZES! FOOTBALL SCENE ON HAI!"
Although its common knowledge that thats been about 5 6 weeks since the BPL, Premiera Liga and Serie A started, but the realisation has come in the true sense just now. Maybe because we had a Ramazan break. But now its on.
Anyways, i'm not going to discuss the leagues, because plenty of other people are doing that. Its uet football that i'm going to talk about. Its been three days, and we've been playing in the sun like crazy. All day everyday, missing and bunking classes. And the fever has caught on very well! 05,06,07,08! Its cool.
Everyday, we tell Bajwa to bring the ball to the lecture theatres. Then, after one or two classes, we proceed to the football ground, sit for a bit, call up 07, tell them to get their arses right here and viola, the battlefield is set up in like ten minutes. Then as the game starts, it gets infectious. Passerbys become bystanders and you can hear people shouting "Oye may kis team may hun?"
you look around you can see people with their pants pulled up, playing barefoot (cant risk my sandals dad'd kill me) calling and shouting. People with the ball try to be as smooth as possible, lol, everyone wants their share of glory. Occasionally, there are people wincing in agony lying on the grass, and there are bodies flying here and there. But thats a part of the game na. The matches are hard fought to say the least, and bringing the ball back from behind the goalposts is considered the worst job.
As the sun continues to shine, sweat glistens on the foreheads and forearms of everyone, but it cannot dry out the passion. YES THIS IS WHAT WAS MISSING FROM LIFE!
And ufl (uet football league) is going to start soon. BROUGHT TO YOU BY.......TEAM NINE XI...which is ummmm US...
Like i say "BOYZES! FOOTBALL SCENE ON HAI!"
07 October 2008
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Sigh. The teacher is talking in his jumpy english tone, without even pausing for a breather. I wanted to comment on sami's and Mahru's blogs but i'm too lazy and too fed up with mechanics of machines to do anything other than blab about it.
The teacher is bombarding us with stupid terms that are starting to sound gibberish to me,
"mean resisting torque"
"abscissa and ordinates" however you may spell the former
"turning moment diagrams"
"piston effort"
sigh. Kal sari classes bunk kin football k lia magar aj be parne ka dil nae chah raha.
Kia bakwas hai.
Din may 2 classes hoti hain unmay b janay ka dil nae karta.
Quizes are from next week, i'm praying they dont clash with Maryam's wedding.
Midterms are round the corner, and according to a consensus, the only subject we understand is mechanics of machines. The rest is all french uptill now. And whose fault is it? There're so many distraction, who has time for studies, Haina? Abi to the last two semesters went good MashaALLAH, dad was satisfied alhamdulillah and me too. I'm still basking in the glory of those two semesters.
I wanted to write so much but nothing's coming to my mind, thanks to the oscillation between pen and keypad, i've to note the lecture too.
Btw there's this cool joke i got a few days ago.
All the electrons were having a party when the protons attacked. Suddenly, a hero appeared and saved the electrons from the protons.
The electrons were surprised, they asked the hero "who're you?"
he said
"BOND
COVALENT BOND"
The teacher is bombarding us with stupid terms that are starting to sound gibberish to me,
"mean resisting torque"
"abscissa and ordinates" however you may spell the former
"turning moment diagrams"
"piston effort"
sigh. Kal sari classes bunk kin football k lia magar aj be parne ka dil nae chah raha.
Kia bakwas hai.
Din may 2 classes hoti hain unmay b janay ka dil nae karta.
Quizes are from next week, i'm praying they dont clash with Maryam's wedding.
Midterms are round the corner, and according to a consensus, the only subject we understand is mechanics of machines. The rest is all french uptill now. And whose fault is it? There're so many distraction, who has time for studies, Haina? Abi to the last two semesters went good MashaALLAH, dad was satisfied alhamdulillah and me too. I'm still basking in the glory of those two semesters.
I wanted to write so much but nothing's coming to my mind, thanks to the oscillation between pen and keypad, i've to note the lecture too.
Btw there's this cool joke i got a few days ago.
All the electrons were having a party when the protons attacked. Suddenly, a hero appeared and saved the electrons from the protons.
The electrons were surprised, they asked the hero "who're you?"
he said
"BOND
COVALENT BOND"
03 October 2008
capturing shadows
i love taking pictures of shadows. firstly its beautiful and cool and secondly, it hides the fact that u have a shitty camera. we did some shadow photography a few days ago, i've posted all of the pictures on facebook but i want to put some here too. so here they go, with a brief description.
this is my favourite picture, we tried to point guns at me standing in the middle, i'm not sure they look like guns, do they??
the one above is a good one aint it?? all boys lol...its important to notice how simple i am, i just a have a fist second from left, no fingers no nothing :p
a perfect example of a friend kicking a friend's butt. i love this pic, very very true :p
looks like a scene from some pakistani advertisement about corruption haina?? where they dont show the actual scene.
there are some other pictures, and one particularly good one but i won't wanna post that. its like those ads about AIDS where they say "qurbat k taluqat may ehtiat keejiay" and they're showing that image. i believe i should spare my reputation and refrain from posting that very picture. SORRY. abi k lia bas itna hi. :p
this is my favourite picture, we tried to point guns at me standing in the middle, i'm not sure they look like guns, do they??
the one above is a good one aint it?? all boys lol...its important to notice how simple i am, i just a have a fist second from left, no fingers no nothing :p
a perfect example of a friend kicking a friend's butt. i love this pic, very very true :p
looks like a scene from some pakistani advertisement about corruption haina?? where they dont show the actual scene.
there are some other pictures, and one particularly good one but i won't wanna post that. its like those ads about AIDS where they say "qurbat k taluqat may ehtiat keejiay" and they're showing that image. i believe i should spare my reputation and refrain from posting that very picture. SORRY. abi k lia bas itna hi. :p
Counting stars
Blogger Exquisite was right. I really do have something with stars and astronomy.
I was at my chotay taya's place for dinner, out in his courtyard and the lights suddenly went out. It was pitch black. But just as i looked up, i was astonished. The sky was the prettiest i had seen in a long time.
Khair this is not really the topic of the post. I reclined on a pillow watching the stars, fighting mosquitoes and accompanying flying species. Suddenly i couldn't stand the temptation of counting the stars anymore. I started counting, ek do teen...after 42 i shifted to english though i know puri urdu ki counting. Anyways, when i reached 76, i forgot where i started and which stars i already counted. I started again and forgot. My cousin said "ho gaey count?"
i replied "nae ho saktay count"
he opined again "han nae ho saktay"
but i couldn't cope with this resignation. Man is so intelligent, there must be some way. I thought i need to find that way.
I found it.
The trick is to make a ring out of your index finger and thumb, keep it at a distance of one foot from your eyes, and start from the bottom right corner of the sky. Now look through the ring and count the stars inside the ring. Do this first with your right hand then place your left hand (the ring made out of your index finger and thumb) on top of the right, and repeat the process. Cover the whole sky doing this and you can easily count the stars.
I did almost a quarter of the sky, i got to 50. This is indeed a very good method and very effective in counting stars. Very easy, very accurate.
*Sigh* i wish it was true.
I was at my chotay taya's place for dinner, out in his courtyard and the lights suddenly went out. It was pitch black. But just as i looked up, i was astonished. The sky was the prettiest i had seen in a long time.
Khair this is not really the topic of the post. I reclined on a pillow watching the stars, fighting mosquitoes and accompanying flying species. Suddenly i couldn't stand the temptation of counting the stars anymore. I started counting, ek do teen...after 42 i shifted to english though i know puri urdu ki counting. Anyways, when i reached 76, i forgot where i started and which stars i already counted. I started again and forgot. My cousin said "ho gaey count?"
i replied "nae ho saktay count"
he opined again "han nae ho saktay"
but i couldn't cope with this resignation. Man is so intelligent, there must be some way. I thought i need to find that way.
I found it.
The trick is to make a ring out of your index finger and thumb, keep it at a distance of one foot from your eyes, and start from the bottom right corner of the sky. Now look through the ring and count the stars inside the ring. Do this first with your right hand then place your left hand (the ring made out of your index finger and thumb) on top of the right, and repeat the process. Cover the whole sky doing this and you can easily count the stars.
I did almost a quarter of the sky, i got to 50. This is indeed a very good method and very effective in counting stars. Very easy, very accurate.
*Sigh* i wish it was true.
02 October 2008
Chef's special
A wonderful nashta (one that takes you into your past, one that you've had after two long years)
Menu:
2 parathas made from desi ghee, cooked on my tayee's wood fueled clay stove.
Aaam ka achaar.
Mirch ka achaar.
Fried egg, thora sa.
Chai ki ek pyaali, cooked and cooked and cooked the hasilpuri style, already sweetened.
Venue:
meri tayee ka kitchen
i'll post a picture too inshaAllah once i get hold of a computer.
P.s. Yummmmmeeee
p.p.s. Changeer may khanay ka apna maza hai
p.p.p.s. Yummy
Menu:
2 parathas made from desi ghee, cooked on my tayee's wood fueled clay stove.
Aaam ka achaar.
Mirch ka achaar.
Fried egg, thora sa.
Chai ki ek pyaali, cooked and cooked and cooked the hasilpuri style, already sweetened.
Venue:
meri tayee ka kitchen
i'll post a picture too inshaAllah once i get hold of a computer.
P.s. Yummmmmeeee
p.p.s. Changeer may khanay ka apna maza hai
p.p.p.s. Yummy
01 October 2008
Ran-star-dom
Woah this is beautiful. i just laid my back on the charpoy placed in the frontyard cum sehan of my taya's place and the first thing or things i saw, stars! Its like i'm in the planetarium, they're so clear and pretty. Some are bright, some very dim but certainly they're much clearer than they're in Lahore.
If i look around, i'll find a series of other charpoys, and some members of the animal kingdom as well, tethered nearby, some sleeping others just grazing quietly. To be precise, its 3 cows and 8 goats. But you wont wanna count the mosquitoes out, small but powerful. So that makes 1million and 11 animals around me. And frankly, the pedestal fan aptly carries the aroma of the above mentioned 11 animals. But nevermind, the fan also carries that aroma away, so its just a passing smell lol.
Anyways, mom dad and sis wanted to sleep inside, and i pity them coz its kinda hot inside. Kinda hot means pretty hot and humid. Despite the extra fan that taya arranged for them.
I've been sleeping around all evening, at different places, mostly at Bari Phuppo's place, in her courtyard, in the heat, sweating, but still sleeping. Maybe thats coz of the hangover of the surprise eid syndrome. When i got back to taya's place i realised my back itched, i still dunno why. That itch is gone but i'm guessing some adventurous mosquitoes decided to venture in unknown territory. Very intelligent of them. I'm good now anyways alhamdulillah. This pedestal fan is shooing the mosquitoes away.
The rest of my family is finding it very difficult to sleep in hasilpur coz of the heat. Funny how luxuries like the ac can change you. As far as i'm concerned, lately, i've come under the bad influence of my own sleepiness. Which means i fall asleep in all states of rest or motion; rickshaw, bus, car, van, garmi, sardi, 5 ppl on one mattress, sofa, sitting, standing, half sitting half reclining and what not. So i'm not really complaining. Besides, its just the mosquitoes that bother me, the rest is fine.
Hey i got eidi, kafi sari MashaALLAH, still haven't counted it properly, but i think i can finally buy bvlgari inshaAllah.
Anyways, the stars are pretty, though when i started writing this post, i had my glasses on and now i dont (imran bhai took them away). Now i can only see the brightest of stars and i'm guessing they're pretty from previous knowledge. But that doesn't really matter. We can sleep as long as the stars are around. When sun pushes its way through, its retreat time! Ofcourse i'll try finding cold enough room inside the house to catch on my sleep. And i'll get some place inshaAllah inshaAllah.
If i look around, i'll find a series of other charpoys, and some members of the animal kingdom as well, tethered nearby, some sleeping others just grazing quietly. To be precise, its 3 cows and 8 goats. But you wont wanna count the mosquitoes out, small but powerful. So that makes 1million and 11 animals around me. And frankly, the pedestal fan aptly carries the aroma of the above mentioned 11 animals. But nevermind, the fan also carries that aroma away, so its just a passing smell lol.
Anyways, mom dad and sis wanted to sleep inside, and i pity them coz its kinda hot inside. Kinda hot means pretty hot and humid. Despite the extra fan that taya arranged for them.
I've been sleeping around all evening, at different places, mostly at Bari Phuppo's place, in her courtyard, in the heat, sweating, but still sleeping. Maybe thats coz of the hangover of the surprise eid syndrome. When i got back to taya's place i realised my back itched, i still dunno why. That itch is gone but i'm guessing some adventurous mosquitoes decided to venture in unknown territory. Very intelligent of them. I'm good now anyways alhamdulillah. This pedestal fan is shooing the mosquitoes away.
The rest of my family is finding it very difficult to sleep in hasilpur coz of the heat. Funny how luxuries like the ac can change you. As far as i'm concerned, lately, i've come under the bad influence of my own sleepiness. Which means i fall asleep in all states of rest or motion; rickshaw, bus, car, van, garmi, sardi, 5 ppl on one mattress, sofa, sitting, standing, half sitting half reclining and what not. So i'm not really complaining. Besides, its just the mosquitoes that bother me, the rest is fine.
Hey i got eidi, kafi sari MashaALLAH, still haven't counted it properly, but i think i can finally buy bvlgari inshaAllah.
Anyways, the stars are pretty, though when i started writing this post, i had my glasses on and now i dont (imran bhai took them away). Now i can only see the brightest of stars and i'm guessing they're pretty from previous knowledge. But that doesn't really matter. We can sleep as long as the stars are around. When sun pushes its way through, its retreat time! Ofcourse i'll try finding cold enough room inside the house to catch on my sleep. And i'll get some place inshaAllah inshaAllah.
30 September 2008
Eid mubaaarraaaaaaaaaaak
Woaaah…just came back home..on my way back I got to know that as always, on a last minute decision, Eid has been announced tomorrow. When I read the text and simultaneously, when yasir and adeel read the texts, we gave eachother highfives and did a round of bhangra. Lol. The happy-happ-out-of-control bhangra that we’re famous for. But then the reality dawned on me…DAMN…its Eid tomorrow and there’s so much to do. Pack clothes for tomorrow (have to leave for my village after Eid prayers InshaAllah), take out my eid outfit, send so many texts, callup so many people but before all that, I wanted to wish my blog and blog readers a very happy Eid. So after wishing usman, adeel and yasir an advanced eid, exchanging triple hugs, doing the bro-eid style hug (you’ve to see it to know what I mean), here I am at my computer, and I can hear mom saying “sara din doston k sat haur abi b daikhlo” lol…that’s Pakistani moms and Eid…love u
Anyways, all the pessimism in the air has vanished, atleast for me. I mean, all of a sudden the air isn’t heavy anymore. I hope it’s the same for everyone of you. Though, thoughts of the people who were killed recently will always stay with us, but Allah gives us this great occasion to take a respite from all that’s going around us. To see positivity, to see the light, that little light in the darkness. I hope you all see it.
Oh God, I am so excited. For so many reasons. Eidi eidi eidi man…I hope I get it…though the sudden announcement of eid will dwindle the chances as I’d have gotten eid some eidi on a proper chand raat but never mind…maybe I’ll get some at my villege. Sorry but I really am greedy when it comes to eidi. I wanna buy my bvlgari!!! And I’m so excited I’m gonna wear my a-sprinkle-of-milo-in-a-glass-of-milk-ish white kurta shalwar tomorrow inshaAllah, i’m gonna look hot or what…lol...i really wanted to try it out this Friday but then it would’ve lost its novelty I think, patience is a virtue…and I’m gonna drive half of the way tomorrow inshaAllah…dunno if that’s good coz driving with dad is like an exam…shoes shoes…yeah I’ll have to do with my hush pups, the old ones, coz I didn’t go to heera mandi to buy khedis this time…too lazy..though friends were going…my hairdo and my beard is all right I think, so are my moustaches or lack of it…what’s left…something’s missing…let me think…ummm…yeah I heard the load shedding situation is kinda bad back in Hasilpur (my village, though it’s a city now but I prefer calling it village, I can relate to that more)…
Enough about my preparations, mom’s calling me…”Aao packing karo”…five more minutes and she’s gonna sacrifice me before eid-ul-adha…its first maybe I’ll get my pocket money tomorrow, with an increase…yippee…InshaAllah InshaAllah…
EID MUBARAK TO EVERY ONE…RAJJ K EID MANAO
Three hugs \o/ \o/ \o/
Got em?
P.S. the puraaanaa hassaan is back…
p.p.s. mospel babanay walon ki taraf se eid mubarak...there are gonna be so many machhars in hasilpur...eid mubarak to them as well
Anyways, all the pessimism in the air has vanished, atleast for me. I mean, all of a sudden the air isn’t heavy anymore. I hope it’s the same for everyone of you. Though, thoughts of the people who were killed recently will always stay with us, but Allah gives us this great occasion to take a respite from all that’s going around us. To see positivity, to see the light, that little light in the darkness. I hope you all see it.
Oh God, I am so excited. For so many reasons. Eidi eidi eidi man…I hope I get it…though the sudden announcement of eid will dwindle the chances as I’d have gotten eid some eidi on a proper chand raat but never mind…maybe I’ll get some at my villege. Sorry but I really am greedy when it comes to eidi. I wanna buy my bvlgari!!! And I’m so excited I’m gonna wear my a-sprinkle-of-milo-in-a-glass-of-milk-ish white kurta shalwar tomorrow inshaAllah, i’m gonna look hot or what…lol...i really wanted to try it out this Friday but then it would’ve lost its novelty I think, patience is a virtue…and I’m gonna drive half of the way tomorrow inshaAllah…dunno if that’s good coz driving with dad is like an exam…shoes shoes…yeah I’ll have to do with my hush pups, the old ones, coz I didn’t go to heera mandi to buy khedis this time…too lazy..though friends were going…my hairdo and my beard is all right I think, so are my moustaches or lack of it…what’s left…something’s missing…let me think…ummm…yeah I heard the load shedding situation is kinda bad back in Hasilpur (my village, though it’s a city now but I prefer calling it village, I can relate to that more)…
Enough about my preparations, mom’s calling me…”Aao packing karo”…five more minutes and she’s gonna sacrifice me before eid-ul-adha…its first maybe I’ll get my pocket money tomorrow, with an increase…yippee…InshaAllah InshaAllah…
EID MUBARAK TO EVERY ONE…RAJJ K EID MANAO
Three hugs \o/ \o/ \o/
Got em?
P.S. the puraaanaa hassaan is back…
p.p.s. mospel babanay walon ki taraf se eid mubarak...there are gonna be so many machhars in hasilpur...eid mubarak to them as well
28 September 2008
Blah blah
There's so much to write about. And about one of those things i'm really really excited but i cant write about it just yet. The reason is that to write about it, i've to do it first. Anyways, i just wanted to state here that i really do have things to write about. Lol.
Well, i'm kind of a non-social blogger. I mean, like all other people, i dont go browsing blogs other than the very few i know of. Thats because firstly there's not really much time and secondly browsing from the cell phone is a very irritating thing which i'm not really ready to face as yet. Anyhow, things do change for small periods of time, i sit on the computer and try to browse through blogs. But i'm not good at this at all. Sometimes i feel bad for this, but then i think the 4 or 5 blogs i visit are sufficient for me right now. Perhaps in the near future i'll step into new realms. haha. Talk about getting eloquent. Btw these days i find myself at a loss of words. Maybe uet has got to do a lot in that, but then that happens for phases of your life doesn't it? I hope its normal. I dont read anything other than the blogs or my facebook stati (plural for status huhuhahaha) or occasional wall posts. These days i dont even get to read the newspaper, no tv nothing. Pta nae kya karta rehta hun.
Btw i was wondering what could be the stupidest thing in the world. I found an answer, one of the stupidest things is filling the UET FEE CHALLAN FORM! Its five freakin pages. And i've to fill them all right now, after i'm free of the Eid Milling and stuff.
As an endnote, i never knew what was the actual purpose of blogging, or put it this way, i never truly understood it. My blog is turning out to be a diary, an electronic diary. But what the hell. Noooooo its turning out to be rough or draft pad. Pta nae.
Well, i'm kind of a non-social blogger. I mean, like all other people, i dont go browsing blogs other than the very few i know of. Thats because firstly there's not really much time and secondly browsing from the cell phone is a very irritating thing which i'm not really ready to face as yet. Anyhow, things do change for small periods of time, i sit on the computer and try to browse through blogs. But i'm not good at this at all. Sometimes i feel bad for this, but then i think the 4 or 5 blogs i visit are sufficient for me right now. Perhaps in the near future i'll step into new realms. haha. Talk about getting eloquent. Btw these days i find myself at a loss of words. Maybe uet has got to do a lot in that, but then that happens for phases of your life doesn't it? I hope its normal. I dont read anything other than the blogs or my facebook stati (plural for status huhuhahaha) or occasional wall posts. These days i dont even get to read the newspaper, no tv nothing. Pta nae kya karta rehta hun.
Btw i was wondering what could be the stupidest thing in the world. I found an answer, one of the stupidest things is filling the UET FEE CHALLAN FORM! Its five freakin pages. And i've to fill them all right now, after i'm free of the Eid Milling and stuff.
As an endnote, i never knew what was the actual purpose of blogging, or put it this way, i never truly understood it. My blog is turning out to be a diary, an electronic diary. But what the hell. Noooooo its turning out to be rough or draft pad. Pta nae.
27 September 2008
The tragic tailor
Day before yesterday, suhail bhai who happens to be my cousin, told me that the tailor who i gave my suit for stitching, Naveed is his name, his new born baby died. He was telling me he was the first baby and all i was kind of shocked because he's a really young young guy, and we've been his clients for 3 4 years and virtually the entire family so he knows us all.
Anyways, the ultimately selfish question which i was ashamed of asking at first, sprung up
"matlb suit time pe nae milay ga?"
Anyways it didn't really matter if the suit was delayed a bit, because i only have to wear it to Maryam's wedding, which is 2 weeks after eid inshaAllah. What shocked me was the fact that Naveed was this always smiling person, very well dressed and all, and i couldn't imagine this happening to him.
Later that night, at about 11 30 the bell rang. I asked who it was and i heard "NAVEED" i was shocked!
Checking my memory to recognise his voice to see if he really was the same naveed i opened the door and he was standing infront of his bike, holding a coat. After getting over the initial shock I thought he had brought the preliminary size, that they usually do to check if the coat fits. But he was like "Sir sil gya hai"
i was shocked again, because the suit wasn't even due anyways! Even if the death hadn't taken place!
Anyways, i took him inside and he asked me to try it on. When he was holding the coat and i was trying it on, he was still smiling, but faintly. All the while i wondered how difficult would it be for this man to come here, to do something for my happiness when he knew his happiness was nowhere around him. Death of your first child, that you've helped your wife carry for nine whole months, who you've dreamt of naming, raising and owning, and one day seeing him grow up! I found out it was a baby boy.
I wanted to talk to him about it, but i really couldn't bring myself to it no matter how hard i tried.
When papa came home five minutes later, i heard him talking to naveed about it.
I tried to think of all the reasons for naveed bringing me my suit so soon, despite the death of his son. Professionalism, concern for business, Regard for our family and blah blah blah blah, but i rejected every reason myself, because knew it was only his patience, his faith that kept him going, that told him that even such disastrous events happen for a predestined reason, and once they happen, you cant do anything about it.
Maybe he's that strong, or maybe i'm wrong.
Anyways, the ultimately selfish question which i was ashamed of asking at first, sprung up
"matlb suit time pe nae milay ga?"
Anyways it didn't really matter if the suit was delayed a bit, because i only have to wear it to Maryam's wedding, which is 2 weeks after eid inshaAllah. What shocked me was the fact that Naveed was this always smiling person, very well dressed and all, and i couldn't imagine this happening to him.
Later that night, at about 11 30 the bell rang. I asked who it was and i heard "NAVEED" i was shocked!
Checking my memory to recognise his voice to see if he really was the same naveed i opened the door and he was standing infront of his bike, holding a coat. After getting over the initial shock I thought he had brought the preliminary size, that they usually do to check if the coat fits. But he was like "Sir sil gya hai"
i was shocked again, because the suit wasn't even due anyways! Even if the death hadn't taken place!
Anyways, i took him inside and he asked me to try it on. When he was holding the coat and i was trying it on, he was still smiling, but faintly. All the while i wondered how difficult would it be for this man to come here, to do something for my happiness when he knew his happiness was nowhere around him. Death of your first child, that you've helped your wife carry for nine whole months, who you've dreamt of naming, raising and owning, and one day seeing him grow up! I found out it was a baby boy.
I wanted to talk to him about it, but i really couldn't bring myself to it no matter how hard i tried.
When papa came home five minutes later, i heard him talking to naveed about it.
I tried to think of all the reasons for naveed bringing me my suit so soon, despite the death of his son. Professionalism, concern for business, Regard for our family and blah blah blah blah, but i rejected every reason myself, because knew it was only his patience, his faith that kept him going, that told him that even such disastrous events happen for a predestined reason, and once they happen, you cant do anything about it.
Maybe he's that strong, or maybe i'm wrong.
25 September 2008
The Three Stage Theory
Some years ago, i formulated a theory, i dont know if it existed already, but i think i came up with it. Even if i'm wrong, for me, i'm still the person behind it.
Actually, A levels was a life changing experience for me. Not only for me, A levels is life changing for everyone because its that stage where you really start feeling independent.
Now i had previously been very naive with people, dealing with people that is. As a result, most of the time, i got disappointed. But the experience wasn't lost, infact i learn a lot from it. At the end of it all, in my A levels, i realised something. I called it a theory, and i've just come up with a name, The Three Stage Theory.
This theory is actually pretty simple and is applied everyday in our lives. I hope i'm able to explain it, without having to undermine the clarity with which it exists in my mind.
The theory states that there are 3 stages of knowing someone.
STAGE 1- this is when you meet the person for the first time, this is the FIRST IMPRESSION STAGE. Now as we all know with first impressions, they can be good or bad, and each possibility has an equal chance. This stage also extends to people who you never get beyond salutations, so infact you practically only have the first impressions about them.
STAGE 2- this is the stage when you get to know a person better, infact much better. You get to spend some time with them, you normally share some common interests, you sit and talk about current affairs or anything that goes around but the talk rarely or even never wanders to your or the other person's deepest feelings. You're not close but you're not far apart as well, this is like an intermediate stage. What's funny is that i found out that at this stage, an overwhelming majority of people are nice!! They're caring, friendly, considerate, at this stage that is. Very few people come across as BAD people at this stage.
STAGE 3- this is the final and most important stage. This is when you go beyond the niceties, you go inside a person's heart and soul. You really know what the person is about. This is a cruel stage, because people who appeared NICE previously might not be so, and you might have to take them back to stage 2 or even 1! This is when you come so close to a person that you actually get to see chinks and scratches in the apparently shiny armour. You get to know about every fault of the other person, and you get to experience that first hand. But things aren't always bad. This is the stage where you can actually pour your heart out to the person, you can speak without having to think.
now its upto us, to what stage we take people. of course things also happen automatically, but we do have a lot more control than we believe. i found this a way to categorize people i used to meet. but there's one thing i learnt, when you take someone to STAGE 3, you have to learn to accept their flaws as they are, taking people back to STAGE 2 hurts. Nothing about humans is perfect, not even the relationships we are in. Reverting just because of a few flaws is not a good idea. Infact, its very important in the first place to identify exactly who you want to take the risk with of taking to STAGE 3.
another thing, when you are close enough to someone to see their flaws, they can very very very well see yours too.
p.s. i cant believe i wrote such a heartless emotionless post
Actually, A levels was a life changing experience for me. Not only for me, A levels is life changing for everyone because its that stage where you really start feeling independent.
Now i had previously been very naive with people, dealing with people that is. As a result, most of the time, i got disappointed. But the experience wasn't lost, infact i learn a lot from it. At the end of it all, in my A levels, i realised something. I called it a theory, and i've just come up with a name, The Three Stage Theory.
This theory is actually pretty simple and is applied everyday in our lives. I hope i'm able to explain it, without having to undermine the clarity with which it exists in my mind.
The theory states that there are 3 stages of knowing someone.
STAGE 1- this is when you meet the person for the first time, this is the FIRST IMPRESSION STAGE. Now as we all know with first impressions, they can be good or bad, and each possibility has an equal chance. This stage also extends to people who you never get beyond salutations, so infact you practically only have the first impressions about them.
STAGE 2- this is the stage when you get to know a person better, infact much better. You get to spend some time with them, you normally share some common interests, you sit and talk about current affairs or anything that goes around but the talk rarely or even never wanders to your or the other person's deepest feelings. You're not close but you're not far apart as well, this is like an intermediate stage. What's funny is that i found out that at this stage, an overwhelming majority of people are nice!! They're caring, friendly, considerate, at this stage that is. Very few people come across as BAD people at this stage.
STAGE 3- this is the final and most important stage. This is when you go beyond the niceties, you go inside a person's heart and soul. You really know what the person is about. This is a cruel stage, because people who appeared NICE previously might not be so, and you might have to take them back to stage 2 or even 1! This is when you come so close to a person that you actually get to see chinks and scratches in the apparently shiny armour. You get to know about every fault of the other person, and you get to experience that first hand. But things aren't always bad. This is the stage where you can actually pour your heart out to the person, you can speak without having to think.
now its upto us, to what stage we take people. of course things also happen automatically, but we do have a lot more control than we believe. i found this a way to categorize people i used to meet. but there's one thing i learnt, when you take someone to STAGE 3, you have to learn to accept their flaws as they are, taking people back to STAGE 2 hurts. Nothing about humans is perfect, not even the relationships we are in. Reverting just because of a few flaws is not a good idea. Infact, its very important in the first place to identify exactly who you want to take the risk with of taking to STAGE 3.
another thing, when you are close enough to someone to see their flaws, they can very very very well see yours too.
p.s. i cant believe i wrote such a heartless emotionless post
23 September 2008
The CJ
There's this girl in our bus who's very pretty. She's in my batch but since she's in a different department, a different faculty, we dont even know her name. Imagine, 2 years and we still dont know her name!
Now like many other things, imran and i have this thing in common that we've a crush on her. Like simultaneously. Lol. Like seriously.
Amongst ourselves, we make plans as if she's our bandi, which means is that sometimes, we end up arguing k "ye meri bandi hai tumari koi aur hai"
or
"tumay to wo wali ziada achi lagti hai na tum isko chhoro"
or
"you dont deserve her"
or even
"she doesn't deserve you, you are too good for her"
imran used to tell me he dreamt of her, periodically, but today it happened to me lol. Wo b fajr k baad, which means it'll come true, inshaAllah. Lol lol lol. Btw we call her CJ, which means Chhota Jigger. Actually her elder sister was our senior who also used to go in our bus and we called her BJ, Bara Jigger.
Anyways, there're a few characteristics that she has, the most important of which is her Nike sandals! Lol. We've been watching them forever and i remember i saw her in hkb a little while ago and i recognised her from her sandals! Then her bus stop which is on ferozepur road, near the Gaddafi gate. Me and imran normally sit on the entrance of the bus, or stand beside it, and we've to get up and out whenever someone has to get off or on the bus. Same is the case with CJ, whenever she's to get off, or on (in the morning) we've to get off. When she's passing by we act all cool and dont even look at her, lol, is that cool really? We look anywhere but not at her. Then there's this guy who gets on the bus from her stop and we call him LD, Lucky Dog that is, coz he gets to be with CJ.
Some days ago, she asked of to close that flap on the roof of the bus coz it was raining. I tried acting cool, to impress her. I pulled down with a single hand. It wont budge. I tried again. Same result. Then i used both hands, it still wont budge! I could hear giggles, and i was going red. I gave a tug and put all my weight on it, and after a while it finally gave in, but not without embarrassing me. That was probably our only exchange of convo other than the excuse mes.
But she really is pretty MashaALLAH. I dont know if we'd ever get to interact by 2010, obviously of uet mahol, which makes this interaction totally difficult. But lets not make many excuses, i'm shy as well. Sigh. Maybe she's out of reach of both me and imran.
But then, this we already know about it in our heart of hearts :)
p.s. This is dedicated to the desperation and the mahol of uet.
Now like many other things, imran and i have this thing in common that we've a crush on her. Like simultaneously. Lol. Like seriously.
Amongst ourselves, we make plans as if she's our bandi, which means is that sometimes, we end up arguing k "ye meri bandi hai tumari koi aur hai"
or
"tumay to wo wali ziada achi lagti hai na tum isko chhoro"
or
"you dont deserve her"
or even
"she doesn't deserve you, you are too good for her"
imran used to tell me he dreamt of her, periodically, but today it happened to me lol. Wo b fajr k baad, which means it'll come true, inshaAllah. Lol lol lol. Btw we call her CJ, which means Chhota Jigger. Actually her elder sister was our senior who also used to go in our bus and we called her BJ, Bara Jigger.
Anyways, there're a few characteristics that she has, the most important of which is her Nike sandals! Lol. We've been watching them forever and i remember i saw her in hkb a little while ago and i recognised her from her sandals! Then her bus stop which is on ferozepur road, near the Gaddafi gate. Me and imran normally sit on the entrance of the bus, or stand beside it, and we've to get up and out whenever someone has to get off or on the bus. Same is the case with CJ, whenever she's to get off, or on (in the morning) we've to get off. When she's passing by we act all cool and dont even look at her, lol, is that cool really? We look anywhere but not at her. Then there's this guy who gets on the bus from her stop and we call him LD, Lucky Dog that is, coz he gets to be with CJ.
Some days ago, she asked of to close that flap on the roof of the bus coz it was raining. I tried acting cool, to impress her. I pulled down with a single hand. It wont budge. I tried again. Same result. Then i used both hands, it still wont budge! I could hear giggles, and i was going red. I gave a tug and put all my weight on it, and after a while it finally gave in, but not without embarrassing me. That was probably our only exchange of convo other than the excuse mes.
But she really is pretty MashaALLAH. I dont know if we'd ever get to interact by 2010, obviously of uet mahol, which makes this interaction totally difficult. But lets not make many excuses, i'm shy as well. Sigh. Maybe she's out of reach of both me and imran.
But then, this we already know about it in our heart of hearts :)
p.s. This is dedicated to the desperation and the mahol of uet.
22 September 2008
totally random
I sit in front of my computer right now recollecting the happenings of the day, and I realize it’s been a long long long day. Not bad at all, but long and tiring, accentuated by the different mood swings that the weather decided to have, it seems like I’ve been through two days or something.
Anyways, it started off with the usual bus ka scene, the only difference today was that there were new Freshmen, yes the long awaited 08 batch. As I climbed onto the bus the first person I spoke to was Jaws who was like “Boy 08 walay hain ye, 2 electrical walay” like me he and hamza too had a shine in their eyes. Anyways, imran came into the bus a little while later and then it was fun at the back of the bus. Three of the freshies were in big trouble as in no time they were made to do unspeakable stuff and then they even had to clean car and bus windows and ask for money. One of them even brought 10 rupees and almost missed the bus in the process (we stopped at the signal and got him off).
Anyways, university was a strange strange scene today, after my Solid Edge class, we were free for like another two hours so we sat at our usual place watching hell break loose as the 07 batch, the second years that is began their first fooling day. The uni seemed a total mess, total anarchy. They were seriously mad with vengeance or whatever and we were like, oh kids kids kids, obviously we had done that at our time too, last year that is. Anyways, 06 was in it too, and after some time we noticed that people found this the only day they’d be able to talk to girls so like everywhere, guys from the senior sessions acted as juniors and got themselves ragged to go to girls. I can’t explain the whole situation right now but it’s all like I ask my friends to send me to a girl and act as if its part of the fooling thing and therefore tada, I’d have talked to the girls. Well, from that point onwards, it all seemed as if it was the most difficult days for all the girls around. At one point I even wished UET was all boys, man a girl couldn’t walk today without a school of guys shouting behind her and another guy acting all innocent trying to talk to her. Sigh, I really pity the poor creatures. We ragged our freshies to tears last year but ye girls wala scene was totally not on. I dunno what got into people this time around, all ragging was forgotten and it was girls only somehow we all thought it was funny that we had lost our passion for ragging, maybe we’ll still do it in the bus, its much better with many more creative ideas.
Enough about it, the long farigh day was followed by a long discussion with Mohsin Bhai at lalazar, which was long overdue. In no time, it was time for the meeting, which was supposed to be the decider. The Debating Society meeting that is. Anyways it looked cool today as we all gathered in the Environmental Seminar Hall to discuss stuff, obviously, nothing came out today except for a few positive rays of sunshine probably just to fuel our optimism, how true will they be, well another week another meeting. Sucky meeting due to a sucky sucky comment.
Anyways I got dropped off to usman’s for iftari and had a nice one wid usman, adeel and haddiya. After that I don’t know what happened we all went to sleep one by one on the sofas. First haddiya, then me, then usman. I was woken up by Hannan’s voice and then I went to sleep again. Later after much ado, I was able to convince usman to atleast drop me off to Kalma Chowk.
The weather was very pretty as I crossed the chowk on foot to look for a rickshaw which I got in no time. I stopped at the shell select shop. Sometimes, I like to pamper myself and today was one of those days. I simply love the huge glass refrigerators with tons of drinks inside. Anyways after looking around I settled for my favourite rani peach float and looked for something else too, to accompany it. But then decided to leave pampering for some other day, (Red bull costs 130 now!!! What the hell man, ek dam??)
Finally I sit here wondering what did I do all day, and after writing this post, It all doesn’t seem long at all to me. Maybe it was tiring, but nevertheless, the weather was awesome, it still is. No special reason for writing this post, just totally totally random.
High Points of the day:
“Polyyyyyyyyyy my man”
The new secret BRO handshake
08
Iftari may drumsticks sorta thingies
The weather
Rani peach float
I am actually sitting infront of my computer to write this post
Low points or not so high ones
“The previous GS wasn’t thru proper channel as well” wtf???
“DTBGS” wtffff???
Haven’t talked to mahru in dayssssssss
My procrastination: had to talk to Sahar Baji but couldn’t
I freaking hate this, each day gives me another person to despise at the society, each day opens another face of another person
Anyways, it started off with the usual bus ka scene, the only difference today was that there were new Freshmen, yes the long awaited 08 batch. As I climbed onto the bus the first person I spoke to was Jaws who was like “Boy 08 walay hain ye, 2 electrical walay” like me he and hamza too had a shine in their eyes. Anyways, imran came into the bus a little while later and then it was fun at the back of the bus. Three of the freshies were in big trouble as in no time they were made to do unspeakable stuff and then they even had to clean car and bus windows and ask for money. One of them even brought 10 rupees and almost missed the bus in the process (we stopped at the signal and got him off).
Anyways, university was a strange strange scene today, after my Solid Edge class, we were free for like another two hours so we sat at our usual place watching hell break loose as the 07 batch, the second years that is began their first fooling day. The uni seemed a total mess, total anarchy. They were seriously mad with vengeance or whatever and we were like, oh kids kids kids, obviously we had done that at our time too, last year that is. Anyways, 06 was in it too, and after some time we noticed that people found this the only day they’d be able to talk to girls so like everywhere, guys from the senior sessions acted as juniors and got themselves ragged to go to girls. I can’t explain the whole situation right now but it’s all like I ask my friends to send me to a girl and act as if its part of the fooling thing and therefore tada, I’d have talked to the girls. Well, from that point onwards, it all seemed as if it was the most difficult days for all the girls around. At one point I even wished UET was all boys, man a girl couldn’t walk today without a school of guys shouting behind her and another guy acting all innocent trying to talk to her. Sigh, I really pity the poor creatures. We ragged our freshies to tears last year but ye girls wala scene was totally not on. I dunno what got into people this time around, all ragging was forgotten and it was girls only somehow we all thought it was funny that we had lost our passion for ragging, maybe we’ll still do it in the bus, its much better with many more creative ideas.
Enough about it, the long farigh day was followed by a long discussion with Mohsin Bhai at lalazar, which was long overdue. In no time, it was time for the meeting, which was supposed to be the decider. The Debating Society meeting that is. Anyways it looked cool today as we all gathered in the Environmental Seminar Hall to discuss stuff, obviously, nothing came out today except for a few positive rays of sunshine probably just to fuel our optimism, how true will they be, well another week another meeting. Sucky meeting due to a sucky sucky comment.
Anyways I got dropped off to usman’s for iftari and had a nice one wid usman, adeel and haddiya. After that I don’t know what happened we all went to sleep one by one on the sofas. First haddiya, then me, then usman. I was woken up by Hannan’s voice and then I went to sleep again. Later after much ado, I was able to convince usman to atleast drop me off to Kalma Chowk.
The weather was very pretty as I crossed the chowk on foot to look for a rickshaw which I got in no time. I stopped at the shell select shop. Sometimes, I like to pamper myself and today was one of those days. I simply love the huge glass refrigerators with tons of drinks inside. Anyways after looking around I settled for my favourite rani peach float and looked for something else too, to accompany it. But then decided to leave pampering for some other day, (Red bull costs 130 now!!! What the hell man, ek dam??)
Finally I sit here wondering what did I do all day, and after writing this post, It all doesn’t seem long at all to me. Maybe it was tiring, but nevertheless, the weather was awesome, it still is. No special reason for writing this post, just totally totally random.
High Points of the day:
“Polyyyyyyyyyy my man”
The new secret BRO handshake
08
Iftari may drumsticks sorta thingies
The weather
Rani peach float
I am actually sitting infront of my computer to write this post
Low points or not so high ones
“The previous GS wasn’t thru proper channel as well” wtf???
“DTBGS” wtffff???
Haven’t talked to mahru in dayssssssss
My procrastination: had to talk to Sahar Baji but couldn’t
I freaking hate this, each day gives me another person to despise at the society, each day opens another face of another person
21 September 2008
Ek bay rabt pukaar
May musalmaan hun, may ek pakistani hun,
phir bhi,
har roz mere khoon se fasaanay kyu likhe jatay hain?
har fasaanay ki, ek hi kahani hoti hai,
begunahon ki begunahi unke khilaaf gawahi daiti hai,
kehti hai ye musalmaan hain, ye pakistani hain, haan inhi ko maaro,
haan inhi ko zulm ka nishaana bnao,
akhir yahi to log hain,
jo apni kismat se lataluq hain,
jo apni zindagi se khush hain,
jinko apna mustaqbil nae chahye,
yahi wo log hain,
jinko na chahte huay,
ek paraaie jang ki bhent chharna parta hai,
han hum hi wo log hain
may hi wo hun,
jisay apno se bhi dar hai,
paraaey to phir apne nahin hotay,
jiske jism ko apnon k baarood nay chhalni kiya hai,
jisko har mor pe kaghaz ki tarah jalaaya gaya hai,
jiski har aah ko, insani zibahkhanay ki zeenat bnaya gaya hai,
mai hi hun ye,
ek musalmaan,
ek pakistani,
apnon se chhupa betha,
par kya ye wakaey mere apne hain?
Ye jo roz ek feraun ka kissa raqm karte hain,
jo namrood o chengez se aagay barh jate hain,
kya ye mere apne hain?
Kya ye musalmaan hain?
Kya ye pakistani hain?
Ye tukray mere hi jism k hain,
aur mere hi mulk k tukre hain ye,
jo har dhamakay k baad har simt may bikhray hain,
har saniha, is aag ko barhaata hai,
may sochta hun,
mere jism ki, mere mulk ki behurmati daikh kar,
ye mere bhai, mere hamwatan kaisay khamosh hain?
Kaisay inki dunya may mera koi amal dakhal nae?
Kaisay meri maut sirf ek taza khabar hoti hai,
jispe behas k baad pas e pusht daal dia jata hai,
kaisay mere hukamraan jinki wajah se may marta hun meri maut par syasat chamkaatay hain,
taqreerain karte hain,
nohay gatay hain,
kaise meri maut per likha jata hai,
kaha jata hai,
waaday kiay jaatay hain,
lekin phir b mje pta hota hai,
kal maine phir marna hai,
kal humne hi phir marna hai,
phir jaan daini hai,
kabi apni hi fauj k hathon,
kabi apne aap ko musalmaan kehne walay khudkush hamla awaron k hathon,
ya kabi to muje apne qatil ka b nae ilm hota!
Aye zalimo!
Muje kyu maarte ho?
Humain kyu maarte ho?
Muje to 2 wakt ki roti k ilawa kya chahye?
Muje apne bachon ki khwahishain hi to puri karni hoti hain,
maine to kabi tumaray baray may socha b nae,
mje kyu maartay ho?
Kya maine tumaray zulm pe kabi awaz uthai?
Kya maine kabi tegh-e-qalm se tumaray khilaf kuch likha?
Kya meri kahani itni aham hai k tum isko khatam kar dalo?
Maine to kabi khuda se b tumaray baray may dua nae ki,
maine to apni uljhanon se hi na nikal saka hun,
ye main to nae hun,
jo jaam peetay huay is mulk k faislay karta hai,
mulk na chalay to chor k bhag jata hai,
bhagay to panah b mil jati hai,
mje to panah b kon day ga?
May to yahan se bhag b nae sakta,
meri to dunya hi yahi hai,
meri dunya kyun tabah karte ho?
May ek musalmaan hi hun, may ek pakistani hi hun,
may begunah hun,
may hi ghareeb hun,
to muje hi tum khoon may nehla jatay ho?
Theek hai,
shayad yahi mera kasur hai,
k may kamzor hun,
meri zindagi itni zaail hai k isko haalat pe qurbaan hona parta hai,
maidan-e-jang ko rangna parta hai,
ye hum hi hain,
jinki pukaar be rabt hain,
jinki saansain ukharti hain,
jinka apna koi nae,
Khuda k siwa,
to Khuda pe hi phir chorta hun,
apna faisala,
hashar may main yahi puchun ga,
k main musalmaan tha, may pakistani tha,
phir tumne muje hi apni jang may maqtal-e-jang bna dia,
muje hi?
Han may kahoon ga k aye Khuda ye MAIN HI THA!!!
phir bhi,
har roz mere khoon se fasaanay kyu likhe jatay hain?
har fasaanay ki, ek hi kahani hoti hai,
begunahon ki begunahi unke khilaaf gawahi daiti hai,
kehti hai ye musalmaan hain, ye pakistani hain, haan inhi ko maaro,
haan inhi ko zulm ka nishaana bnao,
akhir yahi to log hain,
jo apni kismat se lataluq hain,
jo apni zindagi se khush hain,
jinko apna mustaqbil nae chahye,
yahi wo log hain,
jinko na chahte huay,
ek paraaie jang ki bhent chharna parta hai,
han hum hi wo log hain
may hi wo hun,
jisay apno se bhi dar hai,
paraaey to phir apne nahin hotay,
jiske jism ko apnon k baarood nay chhalni kiya hai,
jisko har mor pe kaghaz ki tarah jalaaya gaya hai,
jiski har aah ko, insani zibahkhanay ki zeenat bnaya gaya hai,
mai hi hun ye,
ek musalmaan,
ek pakistani,
apnon se chhupa betha,
par kya ye wakaey mere apne hain?
Ye jo roz ek feraun ka kissa raqm karte hain,
jo namrood o chengez se aagay barh jate hain,
kya ye mere apne hain?
Kya ye musalmaan hain?
Kya ye pakistani hain?
Ye tukray mere hi jism k hain,
aur mere hi mulk k tukre hain ye,
jo har dhamakay k baad har simt may bikhray hain,
har saniha, is aag ko barhaata hai,
may sochta hun,
mere jism ki, mere mulk ki behurmati daikh kar,
ye mere bhai, mere hamwatan kaisay khamosh hain?
Kaisay inki dunya may mera koi amal dakhal nae?
Kaisay meri maut sirf ek taza khabar hoti hai,
jispe behas k baad pas e pusht daal dia jata hai,
kaisay mere hukamraan jinki wajah se may marta hun meri maut par syasat chamkaatay hain,
taqreerain karte hain,
nohay gatay hain,
kaise meri maut per likha jata hai,
kaha jata hai,
waaday kiay jaatay hain,
lekin phir b mje pta hota hai,
kal maine phir marna hai,
kal humne hi phir marna hai,
phir jaan daini hai,
kabi apni hi fauj k hathon,
kabi apne aap ko musalmaan kehne walay khudkush hamla awaron k hathon,
ya kabi to muje apne qatil ka b nae ilm hota!
Aye zalimo!
Muje kyu maarte ho?
Humain kyu maarte ho?
Muje to 2 wakt ki roti k ilawa kya chahye?
Muje apne bachon ki khwahishain hi to puri karni hoti hain,
maine to kabi tumaray baray may socha b nae,
mje kyu maartay ho?
Kya maine tumaray zulm pe kabi awaz uthai?
Kya maine kabi tegh-e-qalm se tumaray khilaf kuch likha?
Kya meri kahani itni aham hai k tum isko khatam kar dalo?
Maine to kabi khuda se b tumaray baray may dua nae ki,
maine to apni uljhanon se hi na nikal saka hun,
ye main to nae hun,
jo jaam peetay huay is mulk k faislay karta hai,
mulk na chalay to chor k bhag jata hai,
bhagay to panah b mil jati hai,
mje to panah b kon day ga?
May to yahan se bhag b nae sakta,
meri to dunya hi yahi hai,
meri dunya kyun tabah karte ho?
May ek musalmaan hi hun, may ek pakistani hi hun,
may begunah hun,
may hi ghareeb hun,
to muje hi tum khoon may nehla jatay ho?
Theek hai,
shayad yahi mera kasur hai,
k may kamzor hun,
meri zindagi itni zaail hai k isko haalat pe qurbaan hona parta hai,
maidan-e-jang ko rangna parta hai,
ye hum hi hain,
jinki pukaar be rabt hain,
jinki saansain ukharti hain,
jinka apna koi nae,
Khuda k siwa,
to Khuda pe hi phir chorta hun,
apna faisala,
hashar may main yahi puchun ga,
k main musalmaan tha, may pakistani tha,
phir tumne muje hi apni jang may maqtal-e-jang bna dia,
muje hi?
Han may kahoon ga k aye Khuda ye MAIN HI THA!!!
19 September 2008
A question with no answer
I lay on the roof of my taya's house, enjoying the breeze, that offers some respite from the terrible humid weather that has been torturing the residents of Lahore for the past so many days. I can see wisps of clouds, a mixture of black blue and greyish white studded with 5 bright silver dots, and many other faint silver dots. Its so simple, but its beautiful. It reminds me of so many questions that i've had since i was really small, so many questions that noone has had answers to. These are the questions that i wanted to find answers to, they're questions regarding our universe. Its because of these questions that i've always wanted to be a scientist, a researcher, an explorer, a cosmologist, astronomer, astronaut and so many other things at the same time.
This universe, this world, infact everything around us is so fascinating if we just look at it a little more closely than we normally do. Everything physical, is everything metaphysical. We understand so few things, its surprising. We, the best of God's creations, understand so less.
Anyways, one of the questions that i've always wondered about is that is the universe infinite? Ofcourse, science presents so many different theories, mostly by Stephen Hawkings. It reminds me, i was reading his book, A Brief History of Time, its a fascinating book. But even that didn't answer my question. The actual back ground of my question is this:
once somebody asked me, pointing at a glass of water,
what is this body of water contained in?
I replied, the glass.
What is this glass contained in?
I replied, the house, or the room.
What is this house contained in?
I said, the atmosphere, or the the world.
What is the atmosphere contained in?
I said, our solar system.
What is the solar system contained in?
I said milky way.
What is the milky way contained in?
I said the universe.
What is the universe contained in?
I had no answer. The question opened so many new dimensions of thoughts to me.
Everything mentioned above barring the universe is know to have defined boundaries, or atleast some sense of boundaries, that enables it to be contained inside something. But when it comes to the universe, we're in a dilemma. Human beings cannot comprehend the concept of infinity. To them, to us, the universe does seen to go on for trillions of light years, but how can we imagine it to never come to an end?
And if it does come to an end, because every other material thing, every other creation does, the seas oceans, layers of earth everything comes to an end, then what is the universe contained in? What is outside it? Answering another parallel universe is an option, but then what outside that? It appears to be a stupid question but its been fascinating me for years, i tried to look for answers in my mind, through logic and through science, but science hasn't gotten that far as to go beyond the universe. Actually, as i found out some days ago, we know about droplets in a sea of mystries!
I was reading about the Large Hadron Collider experiment thats started at CERN recently. (finally, the apparatus has been under construction for ages) The report said that the universe is only 4% matter, 23% is dark matter and 73% is dark energy. The latter two, we dont know much about, infact we probably dont know anything about dark energy. So that leaves us with 4% only. Out of which, we have only gotten as far as the moon with manned flights and our satellites are limited to the 7th planet of our solar system only. Our telescopes, have seen andromeda, the nearest galaxy, and a few others that are yet unnamed. But thats it? So out of all the matter in the universe, we know for sure about, what can you say, 0.001% or even less? Thats how much we've understood.
Maybe some people believe the world is nearing the apocalypse anyways so there's no time for such luxuries, but i believe understanding that is very important. Therefore, i've been defending the LHC experiment which has taken up 5 billion pounds, nearly four times its planned budget.
Anyways, coming back to the point, i'm always amazed at the different answers people have presented to the above asked question. Noone knows which one's true, i just hope one day i can find an answer.
Maybe the LHC experiment will help just a little bit in understand the nature of the universe and thus answer my question that what's outside it.
Lets keep our fingers crossed for the two beams of protons :)
This universe, this world, infact everything around us is so fascinating if we just look at it a little more closely than we normally do. Everything physical, is everything metaphysical. We understand so few things, its surprising. We, the best of God's creations, understand so less.
Anyways, one of the questions that i've always wondered about is that is the universe infinite? Ofcourse, science presents so many different theories, mostly by Stephen Hawkings. It reminds me, i was reading his book, A Brief History of Time, its a fascinating book. But even that didn't answer my question. The actual back ground of my question is this:
once somebody asked me, pointing at a glass of water,
what is this body of water contained in?
I replied, the glass.
What is this glass contained in?
I replied, the house, or the room.
What is this house contained in?
I said, the atmosphere, or the the world.
What is the atmosphere contained in?
I said, our solar system.
What is the solar system contained in?
I said milky way.
What is the milky way contained in?
I said the universe.
What is the universe contained in?
I had no answer. The question opened so many new dimensions of thoughts to me.
Everything mentioned above barring the universe is know to have defined boundaries, or atleast some sense of boundaries, that enables it to be contained inside something. But when it comes to the universe, we're in a dilemma. Human beings cannot comprehend the concept of infinity. To them, to us, the universe does seen to go on for trillions of light years, but how can we imagine it to never come to an end?
And if it does come to an end, because every other material thing, every other creation does, the seas oceans, layers of earth everything comes to an end, then what is the universe contained in? What is outside it? Answering another parallel universe is an option, but then what outside that? It appears to be a stupid question but its been fascinating me for years, i tried to look for answers in my mind, through logic and through science, but science hasn't gotten that far as to go beyond the universe. Actually, as i found out some days ago, we know about droplets in a sea of mystries!
I was reading about the Large Hadron Collider experiment thats started at CERN recently. (finally, the apparatus has been under construction for ages) The report said that the universe is only 4% matter, 23% is dark matter and 73% is dark energy. The latter two, we dont know much about, infact we probably dont know anything about dark energy. So that leaves us with 4% only. Out of which, we have only gotten as far as the moon with manned flights and our satellites are limited to the 7th planet of our solar system only. Our telescopes, have seen andromeda, the nearest galaxy, and a few others that are yet unnamed. But thats it? So out of all the matter in the universe, we know for sure about, what can you say, 0.001% or even less? Thats how much we've understood.
Maybe some people believe the world is nearing the apocalypse anyways so there's no time for such luxuries, but i believe understanding that is very important. Therefore, i've been defending the LHC experiment which has taken up 5 billion pounds, nearly four times its planned budget.
Anyways, coming back to the point, i'm always amazed at the different answers people have presented to the above asked question. Noone knows which one's true, i just hope one day i can find an answer.
Maybe the LHC experiment will help just a little bit in understand the nature of the universe and thus answer my question that what's outside it.
Lets keep our fingers crossed for the two beams of protons :)
I talk to people about you, not because i want to tell them i loved you. But i do it because i dont want to forget you, i want to remember that you happened. You'll be surprised how cruel a healer time is. Ideally, my heart should never close itself on you. But this thing called time, it changes everything, or it tries to change everything. The beauty of it, or maybe the ugliness of it is the fact that time has fogged your face and most of my memories. Its kinda dark now. So i use the light of my closest friends to brighten up my memories. To see you once again, the same you. To smile at everything that happened and not laugh at it. Sometimes wondering what went wrong, only sometimes. Mostly, the light takes away all sorrow as i try to stare into the past. As i try to pick out and share memories that i can. As i try to feel on top of the world once again. As i try to remember...
16 September 2008
Men are the new women???
Strangely, I've been watching a little of ftv Pakistan and I've been disgusted/disappointed/distressed/disillusioned and all other "dis"es including depressed. There are two primary reasons, I'll deal with the more pressing one right now.
Yesterday, i was watching ftv when they were showing the launch of an event at a local restaurant called Dish. By the look of it, it seemed a pretty high end restaurant. The host introduced the owner of the restaurant, who had a pretty manly name "JALAL". Anyways, seconds later the guy appeared and i was shocked. He was pretty well built, but i swear i could tell he was wearing a little make up and my God when he spoke, it was embarrassing. What is cool about a man speaking like a woman? Seriously, metrosexuality is going way out of hand.
Now some of my readers might consider me politically very incorrect for the above mentioned comments but i can bet if they'd have the same reaction. If this was some isolated incident, i would've condoned it, but about 70 percent of the men they interviewed were literally on the verge of being women. I mean why'd you do that to yourself? I wont really like to name people but we all know how many men in our fashion industry are tilted towards their feminine sides. The reasons can be kaleidoscopic, and each one depressing than the other. Anyways, all this was just to establish the gravity of this prevalent situation. I by no means at any point would be making fun of any such people, but i genuinely want to discuss this issue because its been pressing me for a very long time.
Anyways, lets start with investigating metrosexuality. I tried looking it up on dictionary.com but got no results so i'd like to set vague boundaries for it. This is a phenomenon whereby MEN begin to care for their physical appearances, to the EXTENT and IN THE WAYS that women do. I used capitals here because i wanted to leave no confusion as to what could be referred to as metrosexuality. Obviously, this definition is very challengeable. anyways, needless to say i am sure we all know what it really is and we have plenty of examples to accompany our definitions.
Moving on, lets see if this situation is really prevalent in our society in general or is it only the fashion gentry also called the "f people" that have been struck by this phenomenon. I'll try to prove my point with the help of a variety of examples.
Example#1: I remember i went to a a barber's shop an year or so ago. i sat there waiting for my turn when i heard a strangely westernized Urdu accent that we get to hear from lots of people these days, from inside a small compartment. i didn't know what was all this about until i paid a little attention. Apparently, at that time, the guy (who for some reason appeared a girl to me) was getting his manicure and pedicure done, and was to follow that up with a facial. DAMN i thought.
Example#2: I have a cousin, a MALE cousin, who uses fair and lovely. Balke I have a friend who does that too.
Example#3:Recently, specialist MEN's fairness creams have been introduced. they've been named "Fair and Handsome" and God knows wat. Infact, the advertisements are so pathetic they show a guy with low self esteem just because he is dark. (Where did tall, dark and handsome go????)
Example#4: I've mentioned the Fashion people before and they've to be mentioned again. Look at our male models, most of them, and most our designers and makeup artists have tipped over to the other side. i wont be taking names as such.
Example#5: While in Daewoo, me and my friends came across a khawar riaz advertisement in the Daewoo magazine. The caption was "Men are the new women" and the guy pictured was wearing stuff (or not wearing stuff!!!) that got me red with embarrassment. I mean, even i was deeply deeply embarrassed and we were asking eachother, "How would he live with this??". to top it all, the posture that he had in the picture was nothing short of the most provocative of FEMALE super models. this, to date has been one of the most disturbing images i have EVER seen!!!
Example#6: Makeup for grooms has been the in thing these days and i have witnessed a disaster or two at family weddings. Grooms would go to get their facial done, would use masks and creams and face washes and manicures and pedicures and what not to look....the same in the end...huh
Example#7: Last but not the least, men spend more time grooming themselves than doing physical activities. obviously i am not talking about all men.
These were just a few of the examples that came to my mind right now but they are all utterly disturbing. I totally understand that its everyone's choice to do what they want in a free world, but some things when they go out of hand lead to nothing but vain vain vain VAIN people.
Having established the presence of this disease or phenomenon in our society, lets see what are the real causes for the rising metrosexuality.
1.Media has practically changed the way we think about everything. From skin colors to hair colors, virtually everything has a new definition. and this is mostly because of the blind faith in Western media and their society.
2.The fashion industry glamorized men in a way that Tall Dark and Handsome was no longer the standard, it had to be Fair and Delicate. Standardizing looks in itself is a disgusting phenomenon, whether you talk about men or women. I believe that saying this is the perfect MAN or WOMAN is infact blasphemous to the whole concept of humanity because every person was made beautiful in a different way. not straying from the topic, the fashion industry brought in the culture of more feminine men being cool and CREATIVE and i don't know where that comes from.
3.To all that the fashion industry brought, it also brought a culture of homosexuality. I can see raised eyebrows, but we all know this is true. Designers, makeup artists, photographers and publicists have all been seeking and taking sexual favours from the male models they've made famous or promised to. Obviously not everyone is like that but the people who are of this kind are so famous that i needn't even mention them. But i'd like to quote just one example which i feel is very contemporary and has been the hot issue in the fashion industry in the past few days. Sheikh Amer Hussain, the famous designer who was killed recently, was known to seek sexual favours from young boys who dreamt of being famous. The evidence of sorts was also there on his website where young boys were made to do shoots in various states of undress under the banner of new talent. Moreover, its been heard that his murderer was caught who said that the aforementioned designer actually tried to sexually assault him!! this matter certainly needs a looking into.
4.Maybe some women are at fault too as they went on to accept the new standards of looks for men. but they cannot be blamed much because men did the same when such standards were set for women until it all became very normal.
5.With the youth having no directions whatsoever, a lot of room is left to be exploited by brands and companies who want to sell their products at the expense of the society. If this wasn't true, why would fairness creams be there??? isn't that depicting an embedded flaw in us. I mean they fought the Apartheid to get rid of color discrimination and now its projected as very acceptable??
i know there a lot of other causes and a i have to say a lot on this topic, but right now i think i want an opinion on whether this really is a big problem???
I'd like to end with a small convo i had with a friend:
mha: "if you have two options, one is to get a facial done and the other is to jump into the sea, what'd you do??"
imran: "Obviously i'd jump into the sea"
just wanted to end on a lighter note, but i believe i'll continue on this topic later inshaAllah
Yesterday, i was watching ftv when they were showing the launch of an event at a local restaurant called Dish. By the look of it, it seemed a pretty high end restaurant. The host introduced the owner of the restaurant, who had a pretty manly name "JALAL". Anyways, seconds later the guy appeared and i was shocked. He was pretty well built, but i swear i could tell he was wearing a little make up and my God when he spoke, it was embarrassing. What is cool about a man speaking like a woman? Seriously, metrosexuality is going way out of hand.
Now some of my readers might consider me politically very incorrect for the above mentioned comments but i can bet if they'd have the same reaction. If this was some isolated incident, i would've condoned it, but about 70 percent of the men they interviewed were literally on the verge of being women. I mean why'd you do that to yourself? I wont really like to name people but we all know how many men in our fashion industry are tilted towards their feminine sides. The reasons can be kaleidoscopic, and each one depressing than the other. Anyways, all this was just to establish the gravity of this prevalent situation. I by no means at any point would be making fun of any such people, but i genuinely want to discuss this issue because its been pressing me for a very long time.
Anyways, lets start with investigating metrosexuality. I tried looking it up on dictionary.com but got no results so i'd like to set vague boundaries for it. This is a phenomenon whereby MEN begin to care for their physical appearances, to the EXTENT and IN THE WAYS that women do. I used capitals here because i wanted to leave no confusion as to what could be referred to as metrosexuality. Obviously, this definition is very challengeable. anyways, needless to say i am sure we all know what it really is and we have plenty of examples to accompany our definitions.
Moving on, lets see if this situation is really prevalent in our society in general or is it only the fashion gentry also called the "f people" that have been struck by this phenomenon. I'll try to prove my point with the help of a variety of examples.
Example#1: I remember i went to a a barber's shop an year or so ago. i sat there waiting for my turn when i heard a strangely westernized Urdu accent that we get to hear from lots of people these days, from inside a small compartment. i didn't know what was all this about until i paid a little attention. Apparently, at that time, the guy (who for some reason appeared a girl to me) was getting his manicure and pedicure done, and was to follow that up with a facial. DAMN i thought.
Example#2: I have a cousin, a MALE cousin, who uses fair and lovely. Balke I have a friend who does that too.
Example#3:Recently, specialist MEN's fairness creams have been introduced. they've been named "Fair and Handsome" and God knows wat. Infact, the advertisements are so pathetic they show a guy with low self esteem just because he is dark. (Where did tall, dark and handsome go????)
Example#4: I've mentioned the Fashion people before and they've to be mentioned again. Look at our male models, most of them, and most our designers and makeup artists have tipped over to the other side. i wont be taking names as such.
Example#5: While in Daewoo, me and my friends came across a khawar riaz advertisement in the Daewoo magazine. The caption was "Men are the new women" and the guy pictured was wearing stuff (or not wearing stuff!!!) that got me red with embarrassment. I mean, even i was deeply deeply embarrassed and we were asking eachother, "How would he live with this??". to top it all, the posture that he had in the picture was nothing short of the most provocative of FEMALE super models. this, to date has been one of the most disturbing images i have EVER seen!!!
Example#6: Makeup for grooms has been the in thing these days and i have witnessed a disaster or two at family weddings. Grooms would go to get their facial done, would use masks and creams and face washes and manicures and pedicures and what not to look....the same in the end...huh
Example#7: Last but not the least, men spend more time grooming themselves than doing physical activities. obviously i am not talking about all men.
These were just a few of the examples that came to my mind right now but they are all utterly disturbing. I totally understand that its everyone's choice to do what they want in a free world, but some things when they go out of hand lead to nothing but vain vain vain VAIN people.
Having established the presence of this disease or phenomenon in our society, lets see what are the real causes for the rising metrosexuality.
1.Media has practically changed the way we think about everything. From skin colors to hair colors, virtually everything has a new definition. and this is mostly because of the blind faith in Western media and their society.
2.The fashion industry glamorized men in a way that Tall Dark and Handsome was no longer the standard, it had to be Fair and Delicate. Standardizing looks in itself is a disgusting phenomenon, whether you talk about men or women. I believe that saying this is the perfect MAN or WOMAN is infact blasphemous to the whole concept of humanity because every person was made beautiful in a different way. not straying from the topic, the fashion industry brought in the culture of more feminine men being cool and CREATIVE and i don't know where that comes from.
3.To all that the fashion industry brought, it also brought a culture of homosexuality. I can see raised eyebrows, but we all know this is true. Designers, makeup artists, photographers and publicists have all been seeking and taking sexual favours from the male models they've made famous or promised to. Obviously not everyone is like that but the people who are of this kind are so famous that i needn't even mention them. But i'd like to quote just one example which i feel is very contemporary and has been the hot issue in the fashion industry in the past few days. Sheikh Amer Hussain, the famous designer who was killed recently, was known to seek sexual favours from young boys who dreamt of being famous. The evidence of sorts was also there on his website where young boys were made to do shoots in various states of undress under the banner of new talent. Moreover, its been heard that his murderer was caught who said that the aforementioned designer actually tried to sexually assault him!! this matter certainly needs a looking into.
4.Maybe some women are at fault too as they went on to accept the new standards of looks for men. but they cannot be blamed much because men did the same when such standards were set for women until it all became very normal.
5.With the youth having no directions whatsoever, a lot of room is left to be exploited by brands and companies who want to sell their products at the expense of the society. If this wasn't true, why would fairness creams be there??? isn't that depicting an embedded flaw in us. I mean they fought the Apartheid to get rid of color discrimination and now its projected as very acceptable??
i know there a lot of other causes and a i have to say a lot on this topic, but right now i think i want an opinion on whether this really is a big problem???
I'd like to end with a small convo i had with a friend:
mha: "if you have two options, one is to get a facial done and the other is to jump into the sea, what'd you do??"
imran: "Obviously i'd jump into the sea"
just wanted to end on a lighter note, but i believe i'll continue on this topic later inshaAllah
15 September 2008
Lame???
Someone said to me today "Hassaan you're so tasteless."
now bhindis can be tasteless, teenday can be tasteless, but i asked her, how can i be tasteless? I mean comeon, "you gotta taste me to say this" i said.
"lame" was the reply.
Sorry for being a little explicit but i cant stop laughing.
now bhindis can be tasteless, teenday can be tasteless, but i asked her, how can i be tasteless? I mean comeon, "you gotta taste me to say this" i said.
"lame" was the reply.
Sorry for being a little explicit but i cant stop laughing.
my fav pic
i was browsing through my pictures folder when i came across this picture we took in A Levels, its probably the one that's closest to me or at least one of the closest pictures to me, but i can safely say its my all time favorite, and it never fails to bring a smile on my face. still, after 3 long years!
Following are the lines from the U2 song Walk On which i've always loved, and these lines are just great, for no special reason.
"...leave it behind,
you've got to leave it behind,
all that you fashion,
all that you make,
all that you build,
all that you break,
all that you measure,
all that you feel,
all this you can leave behind"
"...leave it behind,
you've got to leave it behind,
all that you fashion,
all that you make,
all that you build,
all that you break,
all that you measure,
all that you feel,
all this you can leave behind"
14 September 2008
Uet and change
During the last few days of my summer vacations, i just couldn't wait for the university to start. I was just so excited, for lots of reasons. I knew once the uni started i'll get to meet my friends everyday, then there'd be my society, and football and all the stuff that university brings. But it all came to nothing i think.
Once the university started, all of a sudden, all excitement went down. Everything seemed very ordinary. Days at the university seemed long, it was hot. Add to that a plethora of new stupid rules, it seemed we were being bound in chains. Then, on top of everything, the society issue, that was the coup de grace.
Its still the same way, i get up, get ready all excited for university, go to my bus stop still excited. The journey by bus is still great. But just as we reach the confines of the university, an unfamiliar feeling steps in. Everything that UET stood for, the freedom, the comfort, the pride in the air, it seems is going out like fading sunlight. Its all so depressing. I love UET like anything, i just dont like what they're doing to it. UET used to be a training ground for real life, now its become just another university, or its becoming that. Thats blasphemous for this prestigious institution. When i stepped into UET i probably knew that it would be difficult maybe to come out as a good engineer automatically, but i always knew that i'd be a changed person, a UETIAN, someone who experiences life firsthand. I knew, UET churns out sharper people, more funloving engineers and people who're not scared of being themselves. But look at what they're doing, there's an inside joke that its becoming the School of Engineering and Technology. They're killing the culture, killing the societies, subduing all sports, taming the very UET spirit! And hence the excitement turns into frustration.
When i started writing this post, i had a lot of things in mind, but then i thought i had to zero in on this point. Everyday, me, imran, hamza, jaws, zaeem, umair, poly, zubi, bajwa, umar, faizi, azr and the other boyzes still sit idly, cracking wild jokes, being utterly stupid acting as if everything normal. But everyone knows, change is on the cards, infact its in the air. We've to think before doing everything we did before. We're proud of the fact that we've taken football to every corner of uet! Even infront of the vc office. There probably isn't a place we haven't played football. And now, we've to think about doing any such stuff. Its all so stupid, maybe nothing's gonna happen immediately, but like i said, they're taming the UET spirit. Or atleast trying to.
And we'll resist this change. As much as we can inshaAllah!
Once the university started, all of a sudden, all excitement went down. Everything seemed very ordinary. Days at the university seemed long, it was hot. Add to that a plethora of new stupid rules, it seemed we were being bound in chains. Then, on top of everything, the society issue, that was the coup de grace.
Its still the same way, i get up, get ready all excited for university, go to my bus stop still excited. The journey by bus is still great. But just as we reach the confines of the university, an unfamiliar feeling steps in. Everything that UET stood for, the freedom, the comfort, the pride in the air, it seems is going out like fading sunlight. Its all so depressing. I love UET like anything, i just dont like what they're doing to it. UET used to be a training ground for real life, now its become just another university, or its becoming that. Thats blasphemous for this prestigious institution. When i stepped into UET i probably knew that it would be difficult maybe to come out as a good engineer automatically, but i always knew that i'd be a changed person, a UETIAN, someone who experiences life firsthand. I knew, UET churns out sharper people, more funloving engineers and people who're not scared of being themselves. But look at what they're doing, there's an inside joke that its becoming the School of Engineering and Technology. They're killing the culture, killing the societies, subduing all sports, taming the very UET spirit! And hence the excitement turns into frustration.
When i started writing this post, i had a lot of things in mind, but then i thought i had to zero in on this point. Everyday, me, imran, hamza, jaws, zaeem, umair, poly, zubi, bajwa, umar, faizi, azr and the other boyzes still sit idly, cracking wild jokes, being utterly stupid acting as if everything normal. But everyone knows, change is on the cards, infact its in the air. We've to think before doing everything we did before. We're proud of the fact that we've taken football to every corner of uet! Even infront of the vc office. There probably isn't a place we haven't played football. And now, we've to think about doing any such stuff. Its all so stupid, maybe nothing's gonna happen immediately, but like i said, they're taming the UET spirit. Or atleast trying to.
And we'll resist this change. As much as we can inshaAllah!
clouds here too
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i took these pics on my recent trip to thandiani...the first two are beautiful, the view was surreal
09 September 2008
Freedom from a shadow
This moment he could feel life on his fingers, he could smell it, he could hear it, he could taste its sweetness, he could see the light, most importantly, he could feel life waking up in his heart. Just as a ten year old is roused from his sleep and gains consciousness. That moment was his, and every moment since that moment, he thought, belonged to him. Its funny, at such times, people wonder if anything in the world could dampen their spirits or bring them down. They forget that in every moment before this current moment, they couldn't think of light. They wouldn't think of it even if they could. Because sorrow is so indulging, so completely swallowing the very man she lives on. Yet, one sparkle of light washes away universes of darkness. Light banishes darkness, or so it seems to the person it protects. He felt the same.
Every part of his body wanted to sing, to dance, to break free from the clutches of worldly limitations. But he sat still, savouring the moment, savouring the sweet taste of freedom. He wondered why was this moment different from all others. He knew the answer. In every preceding moment, he didn't belong to himself. Unconsciously, he had sold his soul to someone who unknowingly had bought him, his soul, his body, his mind and heart. Yet that someone was as far from him as land is from the skies. He wasn't free. Memories, hopes, fears bound him. Love bound him. Its chains stung him like barbed wires, yet he was numb to the pain, thinking the pain was worth it. He knew not, that it was never worth it. He thought that all the drops of blood that left his tiny wounds and all the tears that his eyes shed were nurturing his love. . But he knew not. That love never binds. It sets you free. Love doesn't only give you hope, it is the stuff dreams are made of. Love takes away your fears, doesn't leave them to you or you to them. Love doesn't leave memories. Love, when it happens, is always there, always the present, always happening, always around you. Your heart, mind and soul become one with love and there is no space for memories. Memories are but a fickle phenomenon, they can never take the place of what true love is at all times. They are hallucinations. And today, he was free. This moment, all memories, all fears, all hopes and things he used to called love, everything that hurt him, that bound him, all clutches all ropes all chains, everything was broken, banished. He knew, he'd got his soul back. He knew he was himself again. He was his own again. And once again, he could feel life on his fingers, he could smell it...
I posted this some time back untitled and i came across it again in my computer today...for some reason i wanted to post it again...maybe because no one commented the first time....sorry but i happen to be a little touchy when it comes to my posts :p :p :p
Every part of his body wanted to sing, to dance, to break free from the clutches of worldly limitations. But he sat still, savouring the moment, savouring the sweet taste of freedom. He wondered why was this moment different from all others. He knew the answer. In every preceding moment, he didn't belong to himself. Unconsciously, he had sold his soul to someone who unknowingly had bought him, his soul, his body, his mind and heart. Yet that someone was as far from him as land is from the skies. He wasn't free. Memories, hopes, fears bound him. Love bound him. Its chains stung him like barbed wires, yet he was numb to the pain, thinking the pain was worth it. He knew not, that it was never worth it. He thought that all the drops of blood that left his tiny wounds and all the tears that his eyes shed were nurturing his love. . But he knew not. That love never binds. It sets you free. Love doesn't only give you hope, it is the stuff dreams are made of. Love takes away your fears, doesn't leave them to you or you to them. Love doesn't leave memories. Love, when it happens, is always there, always the present, always happening, always around you. Your heart, mind and soul become one with love and there is no space for memories. Memories are but a fickle phenomenon, they can never take the place of what true love is at all times. They are hallucinations. And today, he was free. This moment, all memories, all fears, all hopes and things he used to called love, everything that hurt him, that bound him, all clutches all ropes all chains, everything was broken, banished. He knew, he'd got his soul back. He knew he was himself again. He was his own again. And once again, he could feel life on his fingers, he could smell it...
I posted this some time back untitled and i came across it again in my computer today...for some reason i wanted to post it again...maybe because no one commented the first time....sorry but i happen to be a little touchy when it comes to my posts :p :p :p
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