I was seriously joking when i said i'm going to write a post about Mahrukh Osmany, but after all the provocation, all the buildup to our mega showdown, all the things she said she'd do to me, i think i'm changing my decision. Now, its going to be a Mahrukh Osmany series. And i'm gonna name it, " Mahrukh Osmany: fina hi pina hai." (sponsorship issues)
The first installment in the series will be "Mahrukh Osmany and the window that flew out of the computer".
But first, we need a prologue, or a preface or whatever you might call it.
In the middle of the land of Everywhere, a bored guy is sitting in his room, all alone, late at night. Actually, its 2 am. He's switching channels, surfing through them. 1 to 51, 51 to 1.
"its all so stupid. Kya karun? Suba chhuti b hai"
he is thinking to himself and cursing the very day he came here. He has finished his "Deception point" and all thats left to do is go to sleep. But defeat is not an option. It never was.
He takes out the ufone sim, puts it into the cell, and thinks about the time constraints for a second. Actually, he realises its pretty late but what can he do? He's bored for God's sake, he has to do something.
"but she might be sleeping"
"so what? i'm not sleeping, she's free all day anyways, everyday of the week, so why should she sleep?"
after this little soliloquy, the boy picks up the phone and dials the number.
"beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep"
"taaaaan taaaaan taaaaan" the phone on the other side must be ringing. And then somebody picks up the phone
"helllooooooo, kyaaaa haaaay?????" someone was sleep talking.
"oye tum so gai? Pagal ho?"
"haan yar bohat neend ai hui hai sonay do"
"nae utho, i told you i'll call you, wake up"
"nae, sonay do"
"nae, utho" the guy said.
"please"
"no"
"i'm bushed"
"i'm telling you,Acha thori dair.uth jao."
"nae bohat thaki hui hun"
"thori dair"
"hmph...acha theek hai. Bolo."
Its 2 a.m and the air is stiflingly hot outside, but it doesn't really matter, thanx to the airconditioner. The tv is boring. Life has come to a standstill. Roses are red. Trees are green. Water is blue. The guy is Hassaan Akram. The poor person on the other side of the phone, with a feeble lethargic voice, trying hard to fight Hassaan initially and then to fight sleep, trying hard to convince Hassaan to let her sleep, and trying hard to convince herself is someone known as Mahrukh Osmany.
14 July 2008
11 July 2008
Persevere persist prosper
Sigh. Moustaches are like oil wells. For an oil well, you have to wait for a long long long long time before you get any trace of oil. You've to wait until you get to the bottom to get the result, and waiting is not easy. You've to bear with the heat, with all the expenses, with long days sleepless nights and what not, but the result might be millions of dollars, or might be nothing at all.
Like i said, same is the case with moustaches. Before i started to grow them, i had a really cool look i had in mind. Its been more than a month. Everyday i wake up wanting to shave my moustache off, but i persevere. Seriously its not easy. Its a little uncomfortable, and on some days it looks ummm a little obnoxious. But all for the love of that look, that dream i had in mind. I dont know how long will i be able to hold on to it, or them. I consider this a test of my will power.
They say, never abandon an oil well until you know whats at the end of it. I think shakespeare said the same about moustaches. Yes he did.
Secondly i'm kinda bored with them.
Like i said, same is the case with moustaches. Before i started to grow them, i had a really cool look i had in mind. Its been more than a month. Everyday i wake up wanting to shave my moustache off, but i persevere. Seriously its not easy. Its a little uncomfortable, and on some days it looks ummm a little obnoxious. But all for the love of that look, that dream i had in mind. I dont know how long will i be able to hold on to it, or them. I consider this a test of my will power.
They say, never abandon an oil well until you know whats at the end of it. I think shakespeare said the same about moustaches. Yes he did.
Secondly i'm kinda bored with them.
10 July 2008
Minding the languages
Imagine my dilemma. Its thursday today, and its my first day in the production department at mari gas. I knew i'd have to go visit the well sites for different jobs so i was ready for it. I came to shaukat sahab's office at 8 and waited for him with all the internees (except pathan, he's still in services). Shaukat sahab asked me to go with nawaz (an operator) and another internee asghar. The job, i later found out, was dead weight testing. Anyways, this as boring as it might have sounded, is not the real story, neither is it the dilemma.
Asghar is the son of a sardar here so naturally he's into family lineage systems and politics, and yes you guessed it, he can speak sindhi as well. The other piece of the puzzle which you might've already assembled, is that the operator is sindhi too. Well, thats where the problem started.
We got into the hilux truck, field-bound. Just as the operator gave the engine ignition i realised i was in for a hell of a journey. No, there was nothing wrong with the car. But like all other times i've quoted, like all other instances i've been crying about, the operator and asghar started to talk in sindhi! And there i was, in the back seat, wondering what did i do to deserve this illmannered behaviour.
The first ten minutes or so, i tried to decipher their crypto talk, but it seems i still haven't got the hang of sindhi. So i thought to myself that rather than trying to make sense out of the incomplete incomprehensible sentences i was able to decipher, maybe i should listen to some iron maiden, atleast its easier to decode.
We got off at the first well, and the operator gave me a dose of what we call "thandi bisti" and asked me to unplug my earphones. I knew this was the end of my only refuge. Anyways, we had to do dead weight testing. Now all through the procedure, the operator was mostly explaining in sindhi. And i was trying to make sense out of it. More about it later, but i constantly nagged him for translations.
Anyways, apart from the testing procedure, their sindhi talks ranged from every issue under the sky. From their families (asghar is a sardar so naturally knew a lot about the neighbouring families and politics) to hawks and dogs and pigs. From politics to oil wells. Well the only stuff i managed to understand was probably that Lagharis live here, lasharis live there, Pitafis live here and etc etc. Frankly, i had no interest in that at all, atleast not in the highly incomplete messages that i were getting. Btw i wasn't even trying. But it was difficult to block out everything.
Finally i resigned to my fatigue, and like i always do in any vehicle, i closed my eyes and went to sleep. It was surprising because the truck was bobbing up and down like crazy. Still, i managed to sleep for quite a while between well sites and on the way back.
But i do have a sense of achievement. All the while, the operator explained the dead weight testing procedure in sindhi. And after a while of nagging him to explain in urdu, i resigned to the fact that he wasn't really going to by default. Hence, i switched on my desperate learner switch and TADA, i understood everything. Not everything, but atleast the dead weight testing procedure. I mean i could atleast make out exactly what the whole procedure of testing was. Maybe thats the universal language paulo coelho talked about, maybe, or maybe its the language of engineers.
Somebody said engineers dont need a common language to communicate, i realised this was true maybe (though the operator was just a technition and not an engineer) after today's episode, and after i saw chinese engineers having dinner at the club mess! (i've heard they dont speak english)
p.s. Mind you, this rule of engineering language only applies to technical matters of engineering importance in desperate situations. I still dont have an inkling as to whether the Lasharis are against the Legharis or they're the same thing or whatever. I really dont understand sindhi. Wish i could.
P.p.s: i've nothing against any language, but when i dont understand it, i believe its kind of boring and irritating then.
Asghar is the son of a sardar here so naturally he's into family lineage systems and politics, and yes you guessed it, he can speak sindhi as well. The other piece of the puzzle which you might've already assembled, is that the operator is sindhi too. Well, thats where the problem started.
We got into the hilux truck, field-bound. Just as the operator gave the engine ignition i realised i was in for a hell of a journey. No, there was nothing wrong with the car. But like all other times i've quoted, like all other instances i've been crying about, the operator and asghar started to talk in sindhi! And there i was, in the back seat, wondering what did i do to deserve this illmannered behaviour.
The first ten minutes or so, i tried to decipher their crypto talk, but it seems i still haven't got the hang of sindhi. So i thought to myself that rather than trying to make sense out of the incomplete incomprehensible sentences i was able to decipher, maybe i should listen to some iron maiden, atleast its easier to decode.
We got off at the first well, and the operator gave me a dose of what we call "thandi bisti" and asked me to unplug my earphones. I knew this was the end of my only refuge. Anyways, we had to do dead weight testing. Now all through the procedure, the operator was mostly explaining in sindhi. And i was trying to make sense out of it. More about it later, but i constantly nagged him for translations.
Anyways, apart from the testing procedure, their sindhi talks ranged from every issue under the sky. From their families (asghar is a sardar so naturally knew a lot about the neighbouring families and politics) to hawks and dogs and pigs. From politics to oil wells. Well the only stuff i managed to understand was probably that Lagharis live here, lasharis live there, Pitafis live here and etc etc. Frankly, i had no interest in that at all, atleast not in the highly incomplete messages that i were getting. Btw i wasn't even trying. But it was difficult to block out everything.
Finally i resigned to my fatigue, and like i always do in any vehicle, i closed my eyes and went to sleep. It was surprising because the truck was bobbing up and down like crazy. Still, i managed to sleep for quite a while between well sites and on the way back.
But i do have a sense of achievement. All the while, the operator explained the dead weight testing procedure in sindhi. And after a while of nagging him to explain in urdu, i resigned to the fact that he wasn't really going to by default. Hence, i switched on my desperate learner switch and TADA, i understood everything. Not everything, but atleast the dead weight testing procedure. I mean i could atleast make out exactly what the whole procedure of testing was. Maybe thats the universal language paulo coelho talked about, maybe, or maybe its the language of engineers.
Somebody said engineers dont need a common language to communicate, i realised this was true maybe (though the operator was just a technition and not an engineer) after today's episode, and after i saw chinese engineers having dinner at the club mess! (i've heard they dont speak english)
p.s. Mind you, this rule of engineering language only applies to technical matters of engineering importance in desperate situations. I still dont have an inkling as to whether the Lasharis are against the Legharis or they're the same thing or whatever. I really dont understand sindhi. Wish i could.
P.p.s: i've nothing against any language, but when i dont understand it, i believe its kind of boring and irritating then.
My silver.
Everyday, most of us begin our days planning out our day. We remind ourselves about our appointments, meetings, deadlines and other commitments. But nomatter how stressed out or busy we are, there are thoughts that give us hope and that help lift us up and give us the courage to live out our days. These beautiful thoughts are the silver linings in life's mostly gray clouds.
I'm looking for one such thought that belongs to me. But right now, there is none!
I'm looking for one such thought that belongs to me. But right now, there is none!
09 July 2008
Hum dekhein ge.
"Hum dekhein ge,
lazim hai k hum bhi dekhein ge,
wo din k jis ka wada hai,
jo loh e azal pe likha hai,
jab zulm o sitam k koh e giran,
ruie ki tarah urr jaein ge,
hum mehkoomon k paon tale,
jab dharti dhar dhar dharke gi,
aur ehl e hakam k sar upar,
jab bijli kar kar karke gi,
jab arz-e-khuda k kabe se,
sab but giraey jaein ge,
hum ehl e safa, mardood e haram,
masnad pe bithaye jaein ge,
sab taj uchhale jaein ge,
sab takht giraey jaein ge,
bas nam rahe ga Allah ka,
Jo ghaib bi hai hazir bi,
jo manzar bi hai nazir bi,
uthe ga analhaq ka nara,
jo mai bi hun aur tm bi ho,
aur raj kre gi khalq-e-khuda,
jo mai bi hun aur tm bi ho..."
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is probably my most favourite piece of poetry. Everytime i read it, it never fails to give me goosebumps. Such writings are invaluable, because you can feel that the writer meant every word he wrote, every syllable he said. They are not just mere hollow words, they're the voice of every suppressed man, yet to the ears of every man, they're the message of mutiny, of hope, of justice, of accountability and best of all, of a revolution.
It speaks of a revolution. And that always happens after a nation hits rock bottom. Or is made to hit rock bottom.
We all know, and they all fear, maybe the day isn't really far away.
We'll see. We'll see it for sure.
For that day is promised!
lazim hai k hum bhi dekhein ge,
wo din k jis ka wada hai,
jo loh e azal pe likha hai,
jab zulm o sitam k koh e giran,
ruie ki tarah urr jaein ge,
hum mehkoomon k paon tale,
jab dharti dhar dhar dharke gi,
aur ehl e hakam k sar upar,
jab bijli kar kar karke gi,
jab arz-e-khuda k kabe se,
sab but giraey jaein ge,
hum ehl e safa, mardood e haram,
masnad pe bithaye jaein ge,
sab taj uchhale jaein ge,
sab takht giraey jaein ge,
bas nam rahe ga Allah ka,
Jo ghaib bi hai hazir bi,
jo manzar bi hai nazir bi,
uthe ga analhaq ka nara,
jo mai bi hun aur tm bi ho,
aur raj kre gi khalq-e-khuda,
jo mai bi hun aur tm bi ho..."
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
This is probably my most favourite piece of poetry. Everytime i read it, it never fails to give me goosebumps. Such writings are invaluable, because you can feel that the writer meant every word he wrote, every syllable he said. They are not just mere hollow words, they're the voice of every suppressed man, yet to the ears of every man, they're the message of mutiny, of hope, of justice, of accountability and best of all, of a revolution.
It speaks of a revolution. And that always happens after a nation hits rock bottom. Or is made to hit rock bottom.
We all know, and they all fear, maybe the day isn't really far away.
We'll see. We'll see it for sure.
For that day is promised!
08 July 2008
What THEY say.
Jaws: "Nae"
Imran: "Faarward"
Jaws: "Bara jamay teacher hai"
Zaeem: "Hassssaanay"
hamza: "Yar tum log samajh nae sakay ab tak muje"
Jaws: "hamza!!!"
Asif: "We are FC Rowqers"
Zaeem: "Goochu Goochu"
Jaws: "Nae"
Jaws: "Okay bye"
Imran: "Aur studies kaisi ja rai hain?"
Zaeem: "Aap bohat bewakuf ho"
Hamza: "Yar ek lateefa sunaoon?"
Imran: "Yar ye hamza ko mere samne se hata lay. Tap charhti hai isay daikh k."
Asif: "Yar hassaan tje pta hai jb paisay hotay hain mere pas to day daita hun"
Jaws: "Nae"
Imran: "Yar Mana na kaha kr mje"
Jaws: "Nae"
Imran: "Bachi check kr"
Zaeem: "Hassaan Akram"
Hamza: "Tauba hai yar, kis tarah k kapre pehne huay hain bachion ne. Mere type ki bachian nae"
Umair: "Saarh dia"
Jaws: "Ye to wohi baat ho gai k boota ugg aya aur socha k saya mil jaega"
Umair: "Aaaaye"
Hamza: "Ye to wohi baat ho gai k banda apni birthday pe na jaey."
Jaws: "Nae"
Imran: "Sharara dain Engine ko to masawaat ho jati hai."
Umair: "Yar tension na lay jani"
Everyone: "O taafee set ho ja meray dost k sath UET ka engineer hai."
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MISS YOU ALL LIKE ANYTHING!
Key: These dialogues are not really related to eachother, so if you've trying to figure out what this whole "conversation" means, well hardluck, its not a conversation!
Imran: "Faarward"
Jaws: "Bara jamay teacher hai"
Zaeem: "Hassssaanay"
hamza: "Yar tum log samajh nae sakay ab tak muje"
Jaws: "hamza!!!"
Asif: "We are FC Rowqers"
Zaeem: "Goochu Goochu"
Jaws: "Nae"
Jaws: "Okay bye"
Imran: "Aur studies kaisi ja rai hain?"
Zaeem: "Aap bohat bewakuf ho"
Hamza: "Yar ek lateefa sunaoon?"
Imran: "Yar ye hamza ko mere samne se hata lay. Tap charhti hai isay daikh k."
Asif: "Yar hassaan tje pta hai jb paisay hotay hain mere pas to day daita hun"
Jaws: "Nae"
Imran: "Yar Mana na kaha kr mje"
Jaws: "Nae"
Imran: "Bachi check kr"
Zaeem: "Hassaan Akram"
Hamza: "Tauba hai yar, kis tarah k kapre pehne huay hain bachion ne. Mere type ki bachian nae"
Umair: "Saarh dia"
Jaws: "Ye to wohi baat ho gai k boota ugg aya aur socha k saya mil jaega"
Umair: "Aaaaye"
Hamza: "Ye to wohi baat ho gai k banda apni birthday pe na jaey."
Jaws: "Nae"
Imran: "Sharara dain Engine ko to masawaat ho jati hai."
Umair: "Yar tension na lay jani"
Everyone: "O taafee set ho ja meray dost k sath UET ka engineer hai."
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MISS YOU ALL LIKE ANYTHING!
Key: These dialogues are not really related to eachother, so if you've trying to figure out what this whole "conversation" means, well hardluck, its not a conversation!
A troubled mind
Sometimes the things we do the least are the things we love the most.
I sit back in my room, watching tv, switching channels, watching one sitcom after another, laughing and smiling to myself. I dont think i ever thought i'd be at such ease with my own self. I always thought i couldn't live all alone, i'd be bored, i'd go crazy. But as it turns out, thats not so. Its been two weeks, and i think i've befriended myself. Or maybe i'm wrong.
I'm watching tv, smiling, not bored a bit and i just found out how many programmes i love. But there's something that keeps pinching me, i really don't know what. My mind is far away from peace, but i somehow know i've something to look forward to. I dont know what that is, but everyday i wake up, i try to look for a silver lining in every cloud i come across. And frankly speaking, i go through the day, thinking i'll go back to my room and i'll be to myself. And then its the same story all over again. I realise, i've started loving being alone, most of the time. Maybe thats because close friends aren't around, but i don't know for sure. Maybe i've really become like this. But can't really be. I miss them all. I miss each one of them. But whats contradictory is that i never talk to my friends these days! I dont call up anyone these days. Whenever i've to call someone, be it someone who i want to talk to the most, i just put it off to the next day. Maybe thats what drives me and not the thought of being alone. The thought of talking to someone i miss, maybe thats what gets me through each day i'm alone, yet i never call anyone up! Not even my parents.
I pick up my phone, and the maximum that i do is text people. Thats it. Otherwise its just my frequent visits to my blog and maybe my facebook profile (which is very futile in itself since i'm not really much active these days on fb). As cliche'd as it may sound, everything feels void. Like there's something missing. Something always missing. And the realisation becomes even greater as everything goes silent. Maybe the tv is my refuge from this feeling. Maybe my blog is too. Maybe these books i've brought and have failed to read. Maybe all of them are ways of avoiding my own self. Maybe i'm really not truly at easy with myself. Maybe, i am, and thats just the sign of a troubled mind.
I sit back in my room, watching tv, switching channels, watching one sitcom after another, laughing and smiling to myself. I dont think i ever thought i'd be at such ease with my own self. I always thought i couldn't live all alone, i'd be bored, i'd go crazy. But as it turns out, thats not so. Its been two weeks, and i think i've befriended myself. Or maybe i'm wrong.
I'm watching tv, smiling, not bored a bit and i just found out how many programmes i love. But there's something that keeps pinching me, i really don't know what. My mind is far away from peace, but i somehow know i've something to look forward to. I dont know what that is, but everyday i wake up, i try to look for a silver lining in every cloud i come across. And frankly speaking, i go through the day, thinking i'll go back to my room and i'll be to myself. And then its the same story all over again. I realise, i've started loving being alone, most of the time. Maybe thats because close friends aren't around, but i don't know for sure. Maybe i've really become like this. But can't really be. I miss them all. I miss each one of them. But whats contradictory is that i never talk to my friends these days! I dont call up anyone these days. Whenever i've to call someone, be it someone who i want to talk to the most, i just put it off to the next day. Maybe thats what drives me and not the thought of being alone. The thought of talking to someone i miss, maybe thats what gets me through each day i'm alone, yet i never call anyone up! Not even my parents.
I pick up my phone, and the maximum that i do is text people. Thats it. Otherwise its just my frequent visits to my blog and maybe my facebook profile (which is very futile in itself since i'm not really much active these days on fb). As cliche'd as it may sound, everything feels void. Like there's something missing. Something always missing. And the realisation becomes even greater as everything goes silent. Maybe the tv is my refuge from this feeling. Maybe my blog is too. Maybe these books i've brought and have failed to read. Maybe all of them are ways of avoiding my own self. Maybe i'm really not truly at easy with myself. Maybe, i am, and thats just the sign of a troubled mind.
07 July 2008
All 4
Its funny i noticed it two weeks into my internship. Day before yesterday, we were walking from the management club to our rooms, i noticed something wonderful. Basically we're 7 internees, and whats strange or wonderful about it is the cultural diversity.
While walking i looked at everyone and realised that each province of pakistan was represented. Funny na?
Aslam, khurram and me are punjabi.
Maqsood and abbass are sindhi.
Waleem is a pathan.
Asghar is a balochi.
Actually each province of pakistan is still represented everytime we sit for dinner, everytime we go to play cricket, everytime we sit to argue. I dont think we're the best of friends, its only been two weeks since we met, but we all appreciate this coincidental unity. I hope we go on to become much better friends. And maybe one day the whole country can unite, even if not like brothers, atleast like this.
While walking i looked at everyone and realised that each province of pakistan was represented. Funny na?
Aslam, khurram and me are punjabi.
Maqsood and abbass are sindhi.
Waleem is a pathan.
Asghar is a balochi.
Actually each province of pakistan is still represented everytime we sit for dinner, everytime we go to play cricket, everytime we sit to argue. I dont think we're the best of friends, its only been two weeks since we met, but we all appreciate this coincidental unity. I hope we go on to become much better friends. And maybe one day the whole country can unite, even if not like brothers, atleast like this.
06 July 2008
05 July 2008
...
I'm watching a movie, The Holiday starring Cameron Diaz..she dates a guy and finds out the guy has two lovely lovely little daughters. They're just so beautiful, have curly hair and are about 7, 8 years old. They speak in british accents, the elder one is Sophie and the younger one is Olivia...its impossible to explain how cute they are...i know people might think its too early for me to say this, but daughters are probably one of the most beautiful gifts God gives a man!
04 July 2008
Yaadain!
Kitni jaldi hoti hai na zindagi ko,
agay barhnay ki, qadam barhanay ki,
larkharati bhi nae, rukti bhi nae,
koi sathi gir jaey to puchti bhi nahi,
kitni tezi se guzarta hai ye waqt na?
Aj hum yahan, kal...kal bhi to a hi gaya!!
Abi to tum mere pas thay,
tumhara hath mere kandhay par,
qadm mere qadmon ke sath,
ye achanak kidhar gaey ho?
Kya tum nay ek baar bhi na murr ker daikha?
Wo yadain, wo baatain,
sub bhool gaey?
Dekha! Zindagi lay gai na tumhain,
torr gai na waaday,
chhor gai na sapnay.
Bas dhundli si roshni hai,
dhundli si rahguzar,
par yadain bohat roshan,
suraj ki tarah,
inhi ki tapish say to zinda hun,
k ye yadain hain us waqt ki,
jab main main tha,
tum tum thay,
ab kya hai?
Tum kahan ho may kahan hun?
Ek ajeeb sa rishta hai,
iss samandar k hotay huay bhi,
ek ajeeb si dori hai,
jo mujh ko tum se joray hai,
ye yadain hain humari,
anmit, anginat.
Bas!
Mujhe pta hai,
tum bhoolay nahin mujhko abhi,
thora to waqt lagta hai,
subah ko dhalnay may,
andhaira honay may,
tab tak,
yahi yadain apne pass rakhna,
ke yahi humara rishta hain,
phir jab bhulne lago,
mujhko aur in yaadon ko,
uss waqt ko,
to ek cheez yad rakhna,
iss dunya may kuch log hain,
jo agay barhtay nahin hain,
chaltay nahin hain,
bhultay nahin hain,
aur yad rakhna k muje bhi,
agay barhna nahin ata, bhulna nahin ata,
ke tumhari yadain hain,
anmit, anmol.
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i found this in a notebook i used to write stuff in, actually i still do sometimes when i feel like using a pen. Now that i read this, i dont think i like it at all, except for the last stanza or part or watever its called. And i like the last part because i think its true for me. And by the way, there was no date on this, but i think its not older than 2 years at max.
agay barhnay ki, qadam barhanay ki,
larkharati bhi nae, rukti bhi nae,
koi sathi gir jaey to puchti bhi nahi,
kitni tezi se guzarta hai ye waqt na?
Aj hum yahan, kal...kal bhi to a hi gaya!!
Abi to tum mere pas thay,
tumhara hath mere kandhay par,
qadm mere qadmon ke sath,
ye achanak kidhar gaey ho?
Kya tum nay ek baar bhi na murr ker daikha?
Wo yadain, wo baatain,
sub bhool gaey?
Dekha! Zindagi lay gai na tumhain,
torr gai na waaday,
chhor gai na sapnay.
Bas dhundli si roshni hai,
dhundli si rahguzar,
par yadain bohat roshan,
suraj ki tarah,
inhi ki tapish say to zinda hun,
k ye yadain hain us waqt ki,
jab main main tha,
tum tum thay,
ab kya hai?
Tum kahan ho may kahan hun?
Ek ajeeb sa rishta hai,
iss samandar k hotay huay bhi,
ek ajeeb si dori hai,
jo mujh ko tum se joray hai,
ye yadain hain humari,
anmit, anginat.
Bas!
Mujhe pta hai,
tum bhoolay nahin mujhko abhi,
thora to waqt lagta hai,
subah ko dhalnay may,
andhaira honay may,
tab tak,
yahi yadain apne pass rakhna,
ke yahi humara rishta hain,
phir jab bhulne lago,
mujhko aur in yaadon ko,
uss waqt ko,
to ek cheez yad rakhna,
iss dunya may kuch log hain,
jo agay barhtay nahin hain,
chaltay nahin hain,
bhultay nahin hain,
aur yad rakhna k muje bhi,
agay barhna nahin ata, bhulna nahin ata,
ke tumhari yadain hain,
anmit, anmol.
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i found this in a notebook i used to write stuff in, actually i still do sometimes when i feel like using a pen. Now that i read this, i dont think i like it at all, except for the last stanza or part or watever its called. And i like the last part because i think its true for me. And by the way, there was no date on this, but i think its not older than 2 years at max.
Insensitivities
Strange day really. I've been feeling lethargic and weak all day. I dont know why that is. All that was aggravated with the discussion on religious people i had to hear most of the day. People here are learned, not enlightened. Literate, not educated. I think everyone has the right to their own opinions, but sometimes things get out of hand. Opinions are meant to remain opinions and not accusations. All day today, the new pathan internee and ustad nawaz kept bullshitting madrassas, and alims of everyone who had something to do with tableegh or jihad. Fine they might not believe what the people are doing is correct, but dissing and making hideous accusations without knowing the realities is kind of what pains me, and what pained me all day. There's a way of criticizing. And people who're in politics open themselves to it all, but why bring totally religious leaders into it? I didn't even want to argue, because once i tried to, but they failed to try to understand. I'm not saying they're wrong because they've views different to mine, but on logical, humanitarian, patriotic and ethical grounds, they were going the wrong way. An example:
mechanic: "baray uchhal rahay thay ye log. Musharaf sahab nay danda dia to chup kr gaey"
pathan internee: "hahaha"
its ironic, the operation being carried out in peshawar is not far away from that internees home. And still, he's laughing it off. I wonder how the crimson of blood fails to paint their hearts in the realisation that we are cutting off our own arms, killing our own people to please others. Its not even our own decision, then why are we looking for excuses for it, i fail to comprehend. I dont want to. For this, and a million other reasons, i wish people here a little more enlightened, even if they'd be a little lesser learned, technically or anything. i wish they were a little more sensitive. There's so much more that hurts.
mechanic: "baray uchhal rahay thay ye log. Musharaf sahab nay danda dia to chup kr gaey"
pathan internee: "hahaha"
its ironic, the operation being carried out in peshawar is not far away from that internees home. And still, he's laughing it off. I wonder how the crimson of blood fails to paint their hearts in the realisation that we are cutting off our own arms, killing our own people to please others. Its not even our own decision, then why are we looking for excuses for it, i fail to comprehend. I dont want to. For this, and a million other reasons, i wish people here a little more enlightened, even if they'd be a little lesser learned, technically or anything. i wish they were a little more sensitive. There's so much more that hurts.
03 July 2008
Funny line of the year!
Mahru: mera computer urr gya
Hassaan: you mean your computer flew out of the window?
Mahru: no, the windows flew out of my computer.
This actually happened! One of the best things Mahrukh Osmany ever said!
Hassaan: you mean your computer flew out of the window?
Mahru: no, the windows flew out of my computer.
This actually happened! One of the best things Mahrukh Osmany ever said!
Not again
I'm the laziest most procrastinating person in the whole world. My mom and my alarm woke me up at 5 20 am for fajr.i talked to mom on the phone and said i'm up. Then i thought i'll go for wazu in 5 minutes time, surely that wont hurt. But it did. I dont know, i think i fell asleep again, and what seemed the very next moment, i woke up checked time, it was 6 25 a.m. I'm so pissed off at myself. I felt like banging my hand and crying for my helplessness. Its so frustrating i cant even control my sleep. Its just one of the most frustrating things in the world! I've been missing prayers for the last three mornings. But i've had enough. This is just so stupid, so horrendously idiotic.
01 July 2008
What i saw
Just got back to my room from the whole sukkur trip. What a whirlwind day has it been.
The journey to sukkur was scenic to say the least. I never expected sindh to be this green and scenic. I always expected it to be a barren wasteland thats inhabited by nomads mostly. I think i was devastatingly wrong.
The whole journey was marked with beautiful things, most of which i was seeing for the first time. The first things i saw when we got out of daharki were gardens of date palms. They were tall, very tall and lots of them. And it was a sight worth seeing. I'm regretting not taking pictures. Then there were beautiful beautiful limestone ridges short of pannu akel.they were big, and white, like snow (obviously one'd know snow is not possible in 55 degrees celsius!).
All along the way, there were rice fields where women were busy sowing rice seeds. This wasn't an unfamiliar sight but still it was kind of beautiful, with people busy in their work in the middle of inundated fields. And then we reached sukkur.
Sukkur is one beautiful city if you ask me. It has history written all over it. Its a pity that the whole city was closed because of a strike (a man was robbed and killed yesterday all the businessmen called a strike, there were burnt tyres and broken windshield glasses of innocent looking "bystanding" vehicles). But still, i think i didn't miss the best thing in Sukkur. It was the metal bridge, i dont know what its called,i was overcome by its beauty. For some reason, giant structures seem beautiful to me. It was a huge huge bridge, over a river branch, which could be called a canal though i couldn't understand exactly what it was. The bridge was made of iron, a huge caricature of metal, with metal intertwined into a complex structure that gave the impression of giant knitwork. Obviously all that was for the strength of the bridge rather than beauty, but it looked awesome, like the london bridge, just inverse of that, or a sine wave in modulus. It was constructed by ayub khan. Following it was another bridge, smaller but similar. I was fascinated.
Anyways we decided we had to move on, as the city was closed, we'd be going to Koonj, to the new drilling site, where an exploration well is being drilled. We arrived there in a little time. I really wanted to see the rig doing its job and i wasn't disappointed.
A uet engineer, showed me around, and i was overawed by the rig. I love big powerful machines, and it was big, tall and powerful. And a very complex machine too, rather an assembly of machines. I loved it. And the idea that it was already 1293 metres below the surface made me like and respect it even more.
After the tour at the rig, we had a sumptuous lunch at the site. Inside containers. One thing i forgot to mention, they live eat and work in large modified containers. But dont let the outside fool you, the facilities are better than many in large cities. Anyways the food was good, awesome, we got into the car, accompanied by a police car (this area is very famous for car jackers and criminals, and the rig people were telling us never to come alone like we did today). Our passenger count had increased from 4 to 5, because some guy from the rig had to come back to daharki. Anyways, we had tea at a chhapar hotel on our way back, and made our way back. By that time, i really wanted to go back to my room!
P.S.: my companions were constantly talking in sindhi on both sides of the journey. I'm still irritated. I mean its general manners not to do that.
P.P.S.: i was sleeping most of the time on the way back
P.P.P.S: i've so much more to tell, but that can wait
The journey to sukkur was scenic to say the least. I never expected sindh to be this green and scenic. I always expected it to be a barren wasteland thats inhabited by nomads mostly. I think i was devastatingly wrong.
The whole journey was marked with beautiful things, most of which i was seeing for the first time. The first things i saw when we got out of daharki were gardens of date palms. They were tall, very tall and lots of them. And it was a sight worth seeing. I'm regretting not taking pictures. Then there were beautiful beautiful limestone ridges short of pannu akel.they were big, and white, like snow (obviously one'd know snow is not possible in 55 degrees celsius!).
All along the way, there were rice fields where women were busy sowing rice seeds. This wasn't an unfamiliar sight but still it was kind of beautiful, with people busy in their work in the middle of inundated fields. And then we reached sukkur.
Sukkur is one beautiful city if you ask me. It has history written all over it. Its a pity that the whole city was closed because of a strike (a man was robbed and killed yesterday all the businessmen called a strike, there were burnt tyres and broken windshield glasses of innocent looking "bystanding" vehicles). But still, i think i didn't miss the best thing in Sukkur. It was the metal bridge, i dont know what its called,i was overcome by its beauty. For some reason, giant structures seem beautiful to me. It was a huge huge bridge, over a river branch, which could be called a canal though i couldn't understand exactly what it was. The bridge was made of iron, a huge caricature of metal, with metal intertwined into a complex structure that gave the impression of giant knitwork. Obviously all that was for the strength of the bridge rather than beauty, but it looked awesome, like the london bridge, just inverse of that, or a sine wave in modulus. It was constructed by ayub khan. Following it was another bridge, smaller but similar. I was fascinated.
Anyways we decided we had to move on, as the city was closed, we'd be going to Koonj, to the new drilling site, where an exploration well is being drilled. We arrived there in a little time. I really wanted to see the rig doing its job and i wasn't disappointed.
A uet engineer, showed me around, and i was overawed by the rig. I love big powerful machines, and it was big, tall and powerful. And a very complex machine too, rather an assembly of machines. I loved it. And the idea that it was already 1293 metres below the surface made me like and respect it even more.
After the tour at the rig, we had a sumptuous lunch at the site. Inside containers. One thing i forgot to mention, they live eat and work in large modified containers. But dont let the outside fool you, the facilities are better than many in large cities. Anyways the food was good, awesome, we got into the car, accompanied by a police car (this area is very famous for car jackers and criminals, and the rig people were telling us never to come alone like we did today). Our passenger count had increased from 4 to 5, because some guy from the rig had to come back to daharki. Anyways, we had tea at a chhapar hotel on our way back, and made our way back. By that time, i really wanted to go back to my room!
P.S.: my companions were constantly talking in sindhi on both sides of the journey. I'm still irritated. I mean its general manners not to do that.
P.P.S.: i was sleeping most of the time on the way back
P.P.P.S: i've so much more to tell, but that can wait
Beginning of a day.
"Shit!" i looked at my cell phone. It was 8:07 am, and i missed my fajr prayers and i was late for office. One whole hour late. Other than the digital clock of my phone, i saw 5 missed calls. Obviously from mama papa, they were waking me up at fajr and then later for office. I was wondering how the hell did i miss 5 calls without knowing, but i was wrong i think. I checked my recieved calls and apparently i did recieve a call from mama at 5:00 am. But i really didn't remember. I still dont!
Anyways i had no time for luxuries such as a bath, so i just brushed my teeth, put on a pair of jeans, my safety shoes, didn't even bother to change the shirt i slept in, skipped the breakfast, left my room as dirty as it was, and started walking briskly towards the offices. I never knew my stay at the office today would be just about half an hour long!
After greeting everyone at the workshop, i went inside the office to meet Faisal Sahab (my boss) and ustad Kareem Buksh.
"sir aj to wakaey kuch nae krnay ko" is said after settling down on a seat.
"kyun karim buksh pk2 pe kaam nae ho raha?" Sir Faisal asked ustad karim buksh.
"sir ho raha hai"
"to hassaan uspe chalay jao"
"sir uske parts to aj machinist k pass janay hain" i said, with an air of achievement i dont know why.
"oh! Chalo wo machinist k pass sukkur janay hain tum wahan chalay jao" decided sir Faisal.
Instantly, i was apprehensive, i didn't even have breakfast in the morning and i wasn't feeling too good.
"sir wapsi kb hogi?" i inquired
"yahi koi rat k 1 2 baje" ustad karim buksh said smiling.
"nae nae you'll be back by 8 inshaAllah" sir Faisal said.
"sir i haven't had breakfast even, khana milay ga na?"
"haha wo to khudi khana b paray ga aur khilana b paray ga" sir Faisal seemed amused with the whole proposition.
"sir who's going waisay? "
"ustad sikandar" he said
now ustaad sikandar is the senior mechanic i've been with all the last week, so maybe it was a consolation. But on the other hand, i was still apprehensive, coz i know ustaad and his habits.
Anyways i got out of the office to look for ustaad and found him sitting shotgun in a hilux, with two other people, i rapped on the window and told him i want to go too. He seemed happy, so after informing ustad karim buksh i really was going, we set out on our journey. This journey was going to dispell many of my misconceptions about sindh and confirm still many more. Anyways, right now i'm sukkur bound, and we've just crossed panu akel. I was listening too ruhe 2 by schiller. There's one very stupid problem, my 3 companions only speak sindhi when talking amongst themselves, they speak urdu only when they address me. So, i've been listening to them all the time, all the way, without understanding what they're talking about. I swear its very very IRRITATING!
Anyways i had no time for luxuries such as a bath, so i just brushed my teeth, put on a pair of jeans, my safety shoes, didn't even bother to change the shirt i slept in, skipped the breakfast, left my room as dirty as it was, and started walking briskly towards the offices. I never knew my stay at the office today would be just about half an hour long!
After greeting everyone at the workshop, i went inside the office to meet Faisal Sahab (my boss) and ustad Kareem Buksh.
"sir aj to wakaey kuch nae krnay ko" is said after settling down on a seat.
"kyun karim buksh pk2 pe kaam nae ho raha?" Sir Faisal asked ustad karim buksh.
"sir ho raha hai"
"to hassaan uspe chalay jao"
"sir uske parts to aj machinist k pass janay hain" i said, with an air of achievement i dont know why.
"oh! Chalo wo machinist k pass sukkur janay hain tum wahan chalay jao" decided sir Faisal.
Instantly, i was apprehensive, i didn't even have breakfast in the morning and i wasn't feeling too good.
"sir wapsi kb hogi?" i inquired
"yahi koi rat k 1 2 baje" ustad karim buksh said smiling.
"nae nae you'll be back by 8 inshaAllah" sir Faisal said.
"sir i haven't had breakfast even, khana milay ga na?"
"haha wo to khudi khana b paray ga aur khilana b paray ga" sir Faisal seemed amused with the whole proposition.
"sir who's going waisay? "
"ustad sikandar" he said
now ustaad sikandar is the senior mechanic i've been with all the last week, so maybe it was a consolation. But on the other hand, i was still apprehensive, coz i know ustaad and his habits.
Anyways i got out of the office to look for ustaad and found him sitting shotgun in a hilux, with two other people, i rapped on the window and told him i want to go too. He seemed happy, so after informing ustad karim buksh i really was going, we set out on our journey. This journey was going to dispell many of my misconceptions about sindh and confirm still many more. Anyways, right now i'm sukkur bound, and we've just crossed panu akel. I was listening too ruhe 2 by schiller. There's one very stupid problem, my 3 companions only speak sindhi when talking amongst themselves, they speak urdu only when they address me. So, i've been listening to them all the time, all the way, without understanding what they're talking about. I swear its very very IRRITATING!
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