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
30 September 2008
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
07 September 2008
My weird list (first update)
I was tagged by Mubi to write this, but still it took me a couple of days to get myself to write. My weird list can be very very long but the problem is that most of the weird things about me dont look weird to me at all, hehe, though people think otherwise! But still i'll try to have a bird's eye view at my personality and try to list the weird things about me, in no particular order obviously, and like everyone else's weird list, it will be updated whenever there's new stuff inshaAllah. So here it goes:
1. I think it would be good to get my obsessive compulsive disorders out of the way.
A) my first OCD is that i've to wash my hands until they're clean as anything, ofcourse i get into trouble with dad about that a lot of times.
B) whenever i lock the car, or any door for that matter, i have to check a number of times to be sure that it really is locked. Trust me its irritating.
C) the last one is that when i'm signing out of MSN or Facebook, i like to check it over and over again, fearing someone would steal my ID :p, thats it about the OCDs i think
2) 97% of the posts on my blog are made from my cell phone! Including this one.
3) i love to recognise the rhythm and the beat in absolutely EVERY sound i hear. I love to keep up with the rhythm in whatever way i can, foottapping, clicking of fingers, with my teeth, banging my hands on my thighs and whatnot.
4) this is related to 3 and to my love for drumming, when i'm sitting idle, i start playing beats on my thighs or with my fingers or on the table or whatever. If there are a number of different things available, i can really keep myself busy for a long time making different sounds (e.g. Two glasses with different water levels)
5) i started watching simpsons only this summer! And i just love them like anything, they're the best thing that happened to star world. And homer is the man.
6) i love texting! And i dont really like calling.
7) i have an obsession with pens. Different kinds of pens that is. When i was a kid i had collected so many pens, many of which were my dad's Parkers which i had hijacked and i wouldn't let anyone touch them and would keep them in a lock till dacoits took them away :(
8) i had an imaginary friend called Dodododa when i was in 2, and i had a telephone shaped sharpener which i and my frend used to call him/her up during our tests and exams and we thought it really helped!
9) i had six fingers on my left hand, i got the extra one removed years back, but it was a nightmare, everyone liked to touch it and play with it!
10) i dont believe in saving. I finish off my pocket money in the first 5 or 10 days!
11) i have the worst shortterm memory! Atleast these days! I remember i even forgot if i had written my roll number on my Alevels maths exam. I had written it, but i really forgot.
Here's the first update
12) My sister and i had a code phrase for whenever we were happy when were kids it was "Goochia goochia garingi garingi"
13) i dont really dance well at all but i just love dancing. The strange thing is that we've danced almost everywhere, whether its our uni bus or even model town morr! (there was a baraat passing by)
14) i have the strange strange habit of imagining myself in the place of other people i see, like putting myself in their exact places and even bodies and imagine how i'd be living my life at this time or what exactly i'd be thinking. I've done that with absolutely everyone, from beggars to famous footballers. And for that time being, i'm transformed to their worlds, and i usually return with the thought that i'm really comfortable with the life i'm in alhamdulillah.
15) triumphant scenes in sports tend to make me emotional. For example, Maldini lifting the champions trophy, or Usain bolt winning the 100m, or italy winning the world cup, or any scene for that matter.
16) i can never go out with the intention of shopping and come back successfully with something i want. That has almost never happened. I have bought most of the stuff that i was satisfied with when i was just out NOT looking for that thing and saw that something and decided to buy it. I get into trouble with mom dad alot coz of this, because whenever they go out clothes shopping with me, i end up rejecting absolutely everything. When i like something i buy it, when i dont, i just dont like it.
17) i'm writing this post in my Refrigeration and Air Conditioning lecture, and i've missed half of the lecture!
Rest to come soon
1. I think it would be good to get my obsessive compulsive disorders out of the way.
A) my first OCD is that i've to wash my hands until they're clean as anything, ofcourse i get into trouble with dad about that a lot of times.
B) whenever i lock the car, or any door for that matter, i have to check a number of times to be sure that it really is locked. Trust me its irritating.
C) the last one is that when i'm signing out of MSN or Facebook, i like to check it over and over again, fearing someone would steal my ID :p, thats it about the OCDs i think
2) 97% of the posts on my blog are made from my cell phone! Including this one.
3) i love to recognise the rhythm and the beat in absolutely EVERY sound i hear. I love to keep up with the rhythm in whatever way i can, foottapping, clicking of fingers, with my teeth, banging my hands on my thighs and whatnot.
4) this is related to 3 and to my love for drumming, when i'm sitting idle, i start playing beats on my thighs or with my fingers or on the table or whatever. If there are a number of different things available, i can really keep myself busy for a long time making different sounds (e.g. Two glasses with different water levels)
5) i started watching simpsons only this summer! And i just love them like anything, they're the best thing that happened to star world. And homer is the man.
6) i love texting! And i dont really like calling.
7) i have an obsession with pens. Different kinds of pens that is. When i was a kid i had collected so many pens, many of which were my dad's Parkers which i had hijacked and i wouldn't let anyone touch them and would keep them in a lock till dacoits took them away :(
8) i had an imaginary friend called Dodododa when i was in 2, and i had a telephone shaped sharpener which i and my frend used to call him/her up during our tests and exams and we thought it really helped!
9) i had six fingers on my left hand, i got the extra one removed years back, but it was a nightmare, everyone liked to touch it and play with it!
10) i dont believe in saving. I finish off my pocket money in the first 5 or 10 days!
11) i have the worst shortterm memory! Atleast these days! I remember i even forgot if i had written my roll number on my Alevels maths exam. I had written it, but i really forgot.
Here's the first update
12) My sister and i had a code phrase for whenever we were happy when were kids it was "Goochia goochia garingi garingi"
13) i dont really dance well at all but i just love dancing. The strange thing is that we've danced almost everywhere, whether its our uni bus or even model town morr! (there was a baraat passing by)
14) i have the strange strange habit of imagining myself in the place of other people i see, like putting myself in their exact places and even bodies and imagine how i'd be living my life at this time or what exactly i'd be thinking. I've done that with absolutely everyone, from beggars to famous footballers. And for that time being, i'm transformed to their worlds, and i usually return with the thought that i'm really comfortable with the life i'm in alhamdulillah.
15) triumphant scenes in sports tend to make me emotional. For example, Maldini lifting the champions trophy, or Usain bolt winning the 100m, or italy winning the world cup, or any scene for that matter.
16) i can never go out with the intention of shopping and come back successfully with something i want. That has almost never happened. I have bought most of the stuff that i was satisfied with when i was just out NOT looking for that thing and saw that something and decided to buy it. I get into trouble with mom dad alot coz of this, because whenever they go out clothes shopping with me, i end up rejecting absolutely everything. When i like something i buy it, when i dont, i just dont like it.
17) i'm writing this post in my Refrigeration and Air Conditioning lecture, and i've missed half of the lecture!
Rest to come soon
03 September 2008
Goodbyes
Sometimes things change so quickly and expectations come out so different. Sometimes in the spur of a moment things go from their peak to rock bottom and you're left wondering if its all really fair. You're faced with tough decisions, you're faced with choices both of which are unacceptable to you but you obviously have to choose one.
All this seems a little more sad when the decision in question is related to your only source of escape, when its related to a place an experience you've grown to love, that you've grown to feel responsible for. Its in these times that we wonder why was everything so shortlived, and why did it have to have such an anticlimatic end. Obviously we all move on but sometimes moving on is not an option, you've to simply move away. The worst part is, that people wonder what's so horrific or disastrous about that.
It so dampens your spirit, the entire situation.
All this seems a little more sad when the decision in question is related to your only source of escape, when its related to a place an experience you've grown to love, that you've grown to feel responsible for. Its in these times that we wonder why was everything so shortlived, and why did it have to have such an anticlimatic end. Obviously we all move on but sometimes moving on is not an option, you've to simply move away. The worst part is, that people wonder what's so horrific or disastrous about that.
It so dampens your spirit, the entire situation.
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