Early morning music

I wrote such a long post, sitting in the train, when suddenly my cellphone ran out of battery. How does it feel? Not too bad, because it was one of the most hopeful posts i've ever written if there is a post of that sort.

Anyways i'm going to pindi and then will be going off to muree inshaAllah from there.

The earlier post which obviously noone will ever see was about change and how i love it. And how getting over things feels like. Right now it feels on top of the world, hamza's still sleeping and imran's still reading mario puzo's dark arena, infact he just finished it, and i'm listening to pink floyd's comfortably numb. Lol, what an unapt song to listen to now, but i love it, and i dont love much of pink floyd just a couple of psychedelic rock songs is what i can normally get into my brain, lol.

This post is pretty different from the last one. Its goin to be about the songs i just listened to.Ummm,starting with some indian song called aja nachle, its a dance number and i always feel like swinging to the beat, then Dancing Jodi from rab ne bna di jodi, love it too, drifting away by faithless, fall for you by second hand serenade (jeddah gave me the song and i loved it), mezarkabul's those who died alone which is a wonderful wonderful composition..., katy perry's i kissed a girl (lol), reminds me of the video haha...hum hain iss pal yahan from the movie kisna, jay z's dirt off your shoulders...passive and orestes by a perfect circle, gardish by karavan, comfortably numb by pink floyd...numb encore...and most importantly, my favourite anthem of all times, One by Metallica...i love it, i love wat lars ulrich has done in this song, he's just a great drummer...sigh, the train's slowed down again, i wonder why, lets go and check out...its kharian!

PreudoNickography--My nicknames over the years.

I've wanted to write this for a long time, though it might put my reputation on the line, but then again a blog is supposed to be pretty honest, isn't that so? Well, for some people, its quite personal, for me its funny. My nicknames. I never had a permanent nickname, one that all people would call me for a long time... But the nicknames i've had been quite funny, and these nicknames never fit me, or maybe that is what its like in my opinion only.
Anyways, i'll try to list down and explain all the nicknames i've had, i'll try to do so chronologically, and i hope i succeed in that. So here it goes:

Honey:
Blush blush..i dont know why i had this nickname, my old neighbours aunti fari, baber bhai and kanvel baji used to call me this. And i was pretty much a little kid at that time...so its understandable i remember quite little of it.


Hassu:
its obvious, pretty obvious. Hassu from hassaan. And it was given to me by maryam and maham, later sahar baji and other cousins started calling me this as well. I accepted that open heartedly.

Hussi:
damn i never knew that hassu could metamorphosize into this. Once asad, read hassu in my inbox, and tada...he and mohammad spread the word and some days later i was being called hussi! Which rhymes with a pretty objectionable word! With a pretty objectionable meaning!

Chira:
once during my O levels, i had a haircut. I came to school with my newly found spikes and i was greeted with the most irritating nickname me Chira, which is the young one me a bird. That was one nick i used to hate, and finally got rid of it.

Bhagwan:
now only 3 people call me that, and nomatter how much i tell them its not good to kid around with someone's religion, they wont stop. The history behind this is pretty complicated. Now a friend of mine once said "hassaan ki maths bohat ala hai". Now that particular friend of mine said that very thing on a number of different inappropriate occasions. So umair khan said "FRIEND X to hassaan ko bhagwan manta hai". Goldi and Leyla followed and the name stuck!

M.h.a:
well thats my self proclaimed nickname, i only realised my full name stands for this when i came to the uni. A few variations are also available.

Bachay:
zaeem baig's own variation of mha.

Armature:
amir shabbir's variation of mha.

Haks:
besides being my email address, haks became my football call for imran, and yes, abu talib calls me that. It has more to do with his being cool than considering me cool lol, abutalib that is.

Kitten:
one of my closest friends, mahru, calls me that, why? I dont know, i told that friend i'll be more happy with a tiger. I guess its coz of the moustache. Lol.

Muffin:
same as above. Though this is the lesser used one.

Guriya:
i had long hair, i wore a band playing football and i had a goal keeper called abdullah. He once said i looked like a guriya while playing, so the name stuck with him and the bajwas. I've to live with it. English translations like Baby Doll are also used.

Saana:
i call imran maana, he calls me saana.



One disadvantage me blogging from my cell phone is that i cant change the dont. So pardon me if the above was difficult to read. One advantage is that i can blog while i'm in my bus, on my way to the uni!

For Palestine.

I saw this beautiful piece of poetry in a local magazine. This is by the great Faiz. Its beautifully written and is so full of feelings. As a tribute to the struggle of palestine, and to the people of palestine, those who live in this world, and those live in the other, i post this.


"Mein jahan bhi gaya arz-e-watan,

teri tazleel k daaghon ki jalan dil may liye,

teri hurmat ke chiraaghon ki lagan dil may liye,

teri ulfat teri yaadon ki kasak sath gayee,

teray naaranj shagoofon ki mehak sath gayee,

saaray undaikhay rafeeqonn ka jilo
sath raha,

kitne hathon se hum-aghosh mera hath raha,

dur pardais ki bay-mehr guzargaahon may,

ajnabi shehr ki bay-nam-o-nishan raahon may,

jis zameen par bhi khula mere lahoo ka parcham,

lehlahata hai wahan arz-e Falasteen ka 'alam,

tere a'ada ne kiya aik Falasteen barbaad,

mere zakhmon ne kiye kitne Falasteen aabaad."

Faiz Ahmad Faiz

Exams and More Important Issues

I messed up, i messed up i messed up i messed up...i'm sooooo stupid...Damn it...i messed up my exam yet again...

Okay so this was question number two, it was balancing of reciprocating masses and blah blah...i messed it up first, cut out the whole question, did it again, happy that i'd get the whole ten marks, and when i came out, i found out that i, who was telling everyone to take angles anticlockwise had made that same basic stupid mistake...Damn it...and talk about theory, i knew none of it...so there goes my gpa...oh and btw the exam was mechanics of machines final...

Enough of the exam, i've decided that once its over its over...

To more important issues, i've to decide a new look for myself...the one i've thought of is more on the lines of Che Guevera, more appropriately my version of Che...so i've to grow my hair and beard...and i'm doing just that...an alteration is that i'm growing my moustache once again huhuhahaha...but i started to think when someone said to me "Hassaan have you dyed your hair?"...actually my hair turned dark brown from black, and then the front strands have started going lighter and lighter all thanks to football in the sun...obviously i'm not gonna do anything about it, but just as it is, it is a thing to worry about, because that adds to the white strands of hair i already have...and that gives my mom a reason to grill me for using gels and hairsprays...but all the above was just a prologue...the real issue, what look should i go for? All kinds of suggestions are welcome...

I cant believe i'm asking this question on my blog, lol, but i really am bored...

NATIONAL INTERESTS VS INTERESTS OF THE NATION

Amongst all the cries of the crusade waged by Israelis, i find time to ponder. I ponder over all of us, i look into the hearts of the muslim nation. Or the muslim nations! Nations because we let ourselves to be ruled by the changing demands of our so called fickle national interests.

NATIONAL INTERESTS they say. Keeping quiet at such an atrocity, why? For national interests. Not condemning it full heart and soul, why? NATIONAL INTERESTS.

What is a nation?

Wasn't the muslim ummah supposed to be a nation? Ask anyone and everyone would answer that yes muslim ummah is a nation. Well it so is not.

Last week, Hugo Chavez, head of venezuela's government, decided to expel the ambassador of israel from venezuela. Why? Because he said he was one with the people of palestine, supported them and as a protest he cut diplomatic ties.

Venezuela isn't a muslim nation. Its not even near palestine. They have nothing in common. Then where did their national interest go?

Actually, our leaders and our people abuse the term national interest. If we cared about national interests we'd raise a firm cry against the atrocities committed by israel. Yes our people are rising in their ranks, though not exactly united but they are. But when we look at the attitude of our governments, everything comes down like empty foam.

Pakistan, Kuwait, Saudi Arab, U.A.E, Oman, The central Asian republics, Egypt, Jordan, and so many other rich countries, sit, watch, request the WEST to put pressure on Israel. Why? Because they're too worried about their separate national interests to care about the real interests of the NATION. You question, what is this real interest? This is unity, this is morality. Our nations have been robbed of morality, of pride, of unity, its funny you call us NATIONS when actually that is an exact opposite to what the concept of NATION is. The gulf countries care about their relations with the US, so do we. National interests. Huh.

We watch when our brothers, our sisters, our sons daughters mothers fathers are butchered. We watch their blood drip slowly. Our arab countries watch it being neutralized by the dark colour of oil. Pakistan cannot say anything because obviously our rulers consider the US a close ally and thinks US is playing a part in stopping Israel. Ha, what an oxymoron.

First, we were separated into NATIONS ideologically, then our interests separated, and now our morals, our emotions. Its a crusade we need to understand. Afghanistan, Iraq, palestine, who knows what next. And we have ourselves to blame.

Geographical boundaries are not there to divide our hearts, they're there to tell the world that yes, more than 70 countries in the world form a muslim nation.

I detest our leaders. They're epitomes of ruthlessness and helplessness. But its important to remember our leaders come out from amongst us.

Bravo mr zaradari for honouring Richard Boucher and Joe Biden with Hilal-e-Quaid-e-Azam, i bet the Quaid would be proud.

Thanx for spitting in all our faces.

And to all the muslim leaders, kudos, did you even remember this ayat of the Quran?
"and hold fast altogether to the rope of Allah and donot be divided amongst yourselves"

your majesties! did you even care to read the Quran before setting out to rule us?

Darkness

These past few days have been marked with the blood of hundreds of palestinians, and with the rubble of the city of Gaza. The first day of the attack, the news channels showed heartwrenchingly gory scenes, of bodies lying in a scatter and people carrying their loved ones the nearby hospitals.
A week later, the situation has worsened, and its sickening. The world watches one country bomb another to ruins, literally to ruins. The victim's so called brothers, playing silent bystanders to the show, trying to condem the oppressor, scared of unknown consequences, or maybe just being diplomatic. Noone dares to make a move, or make a strong statement, why? Noone knows why, maybe thats how the world is now, we are so divided that we cannot even come together to save a brother. Perhaps we're all concerned about our own benefits that we wont achieve, we all know that in our heart of hearts.

I know from experience that the silence of friends is much more painful than the actions of our enemies.

Two days ago, i saw more disturbing images on tv. Images that brought my heart down like the buildings of gaza. The first clip was that of the hospitals of Gaza. They were all in mayhem, people lying everywhere, on beds, on the floor and the rest in arms of their loved ones. The reporter said there's a shortage of medicines, space and if the situation continues, power will be cut off from these hospitals. I wondered like i wonder a lot of times that what it would feel to be in the skin of the palestinian father who held his son with a deformed face, covered in blood and flesh exposed. Seriously, the feeling was that of rage.
The second clip was that of the city of Gaza, or what remained of it. They were coming down to their foundations, after tolerating tons of gunpowder and metal. The city already appeared in ruins, it seemed uninhabited and uninhabitable, there was no sign of life at all. The reporter said that there was no electricty in the entire city, and it had become the city of darkness. The images painted the dark picture.
But all this was nothing compared to the last piece of news, one that i saw in The News. A picture of half the page rested in the middle of the story and that picture said more things than a thousand words could've said. That picture was of 5 bodies wrapped in white cloths, the sizes of the bodies all different. The story was that of a family, which had to witness the deaths of five of the daughters of the house! Their ages 2 to 15 years old! I wondered which side of collateral damage were they on. I was surprised how the Israeli Terrorists had taken such an act of tyranny in their stride. But most of all i was worried about our silence! 5 beautiful children, bombed. An entire city reduced to ruins thrown into darkness.

Maybe its not Gaza or the people martyred over there that're the biggest casualties. In actuality our nation, our unity have been bombed. All of us have been thrown into darkness.

Its not the five girls who are dead, they've been martyred, hence they'll live. Its us, who have failed to live. All of us.

I just opened the creat a new post wali window and closing it back. I've so much in my mind but somehow, i really dont have what it takes to bring it out.
In other words i'm procrastinating...lol...