Competition
Although it’s not very hard for me to find things to hate, somehow it comes quite naturally. Not the best of traits I must say, but one I can live with. So if I take a look at this list, amongst consumerism, shopaholic and Stephenie Mayer (for sins that will never be forgiven) I find myself staring at this big bold word “competition”. Oh how I loath the whole concept, man vs man trying to choose which one is better. Why?
You can’t compete with a an animal or some other creature, it’s always a man vs a man isn’t it and then there is the loser and in the right corner we have the proud winner, with his head held high because clearly he is the better “man”. Why do we need to be better than anyone? Why do we have the constant need to know we are better than someone else. Why can’t we just be equal and be happy about it. But that would mean actually loving the whole humanity and accepting you’re just another guy/girl. That would be heart wrenching now, wouldn’t it.
I’m not saying abolish everything sports and all. I’m just saying, why can’t you just go to school to learn instead of getting a grade A? Why can’t you just enjoy a sport instead of trying to be number one? During all this fatigue of competition and trying to destroy the other we somehow lose our humanity in between and more importantly we forget the reason why we were doing the thing in the first place. Of course if you’re a bookie you’re going to declare me a witch and burn me alive.
But think about it, would the world be a horrible place, if there were no grades, there were no number one’s, you did not backbite someone just to get ahead of them , you did not cram just to get good grades. Would it be so horrible to enjoy everything because you actually want to enjoy it. Isn’t the only competition just with your own self in the end?
Let’s start enjoying things again
“Social Network” is a part of a lot of our lives now. If you’re reading this, I’m assuming you’re already on twitter and facebook, you go to deviantart for your wallpapers and still lurk around orkut the odd day to see the old “testimonials”. I personally don’t remember the last time I spent a week away from a computer or a smart device that let me go online and at least check my email or facebook. The whole thing is phenomenal and amazing and no one really shuts up about it now. But as we are getting more and more “connected”, it makes us want more speed.
I can’t even imagine going back to my dialup days, when we used to wait for a “picture” to load. Now, it’s all videos and interactive applications and a whole lot more. All this speed, these high data rates, all this information has had two negatives impacts on us.
For one, there is so much information around us that it’s easy to forget what is important and what was the important thing that happened. One day we are focused on Tunisia, the next it’s Libya; once the earthquake comes we completely forget there was a dispute going on in Africa. We don’t cry anymore when listening about a bomb blast that killed 150 people. We’re getting desensitized because of the amount of information that we go through each day. The bad doesn’t look so grim anymore because there is always something worse waiting to be heard in the next 24 hours.
The second negative impact isn’t that severe but has a long-term effect on us, and by us I mean the modern man as a collective. We are losing the ability to be fascinated easily and that for me is a big thing. At the same time we are losing the ability to enjoy anything fully, because there is always so much of it available and with so much ease.
We own 100Gb of songs, that would take 3 months to play on itunes. We no longer enjoy the concept of a single, we no longer enjoy putting the cassette in a player or a record on a gramophone and sit back, relax and enjoy it. We always have our one hand on shuffle and it’s always used more than it should be.
We have 10,000 images “somewhere” in the computer. Most of which we won’t ever see again. We don’t sit down any longer as a family and enjoy the 20 photos from our childhood, where we were all a little chubby and were still trying to make sense of these big people making faces, whenever they saw us.
We have 500 channels and our favorite button is the next button. I don’t personally remember watching a full feature on tv without switching. It’s like second instinct now, trying to look for what else is on.
We have 300 facebook friends on average, not even 50 of which we meet or even make an effort to meet in real life. Birthdays even aren’t the same, someone wishing you used to mean something, they took the time out to actually remember your birthdate and those little surprises were amazing. Now, it’s a big list of people I really couldn’t be bothered about spamming my wall and hidden amongst them are the two guys who actually remembered your birth date.
So, what I’m trying to say is the abundance of information, trying to help us learn more, watch more, listen more and be informed more has somehow taken the fun out of it somewhere in between. We have seen all kinds of explosions Hollywood had to offer. We have taken 3D tours of cities we will never visit and listened to bands that we never knew existed. It’s getting harder and harder to fascinate us day by day and with that, it’s getting harder to smile and enjoy those little things in life.
Let’s just not download the whole discography, just that one album and put it on repeat. Let’s buy that film and sit down with the family and only watch it on a weekend. Let’s just read the newspaper once in the morning and absorb more stuff than skimming through a million different pages.
Let’s not lose the ability to be fascinated and more importantly let’s not lose the ability to feel.
Intermission
Note to self : Watch this film again one every other year.
So, I thought to turn insomnia into an opportunity to catch up on the films, I’ve been wanting to watch for a while now. To be honest most of turned out disappointing, but then I found my Irish film stash.
I always love watching non american or the modern-day term foreign films. It’s always amazing to see how different the direction and story lines get when you step out of the Hollywood(ised) drama or the wanting to be too artsy indie films. Intermission is definitely one of them. The best thing about the film is how you lose track of the story line and you just laugh or enjoy the particular moment in the film. I think a whole hollywood film can be based on just the last quarter of the film well most hollywood films are based on the last quarter of this film to be honest.
But what truly makes this amazing is the build up to that bit, how you are introduced to characters and how slowly you understand them (or not) and how fun the whole journey is. It’s like Guy Ritchie in slow motion.
At the start the characters are introduced slowly and you go deep in the life of one (or two characters at the same time) and you forget what the last bit was , then after every quarter of the film all of them are connected with the same emotions and things start to make sense. It’s really something to be seen.
Such handy camera work, interesting yet simple plot but most importantly amazing acting and the special magic glue that kept it all together.
Sponge bob
I hate the fact that I can sing the whole jingle of the show. There has been something off about that cartoon from the start (besides the obvious gay sponge who is always high on something and wants to cheer every one up) . Today I was sitting and looking at some of the quotes from the show and my first reaction was Woah dude! that is some deep stuff ( and no I’m not high , just at work)
So thought to put some of the quotations from the show here :
Spongebob: “Squidward this is great. Just you, me, and this brick wall you built between us.”
Spongebob: “You know, if I were to die right now, in some sort of fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend…well, that would just be ok.”
Sandy: “Stupidity isn’t a virus… but it sure is spreadin’ like one!”
Spongebob: “You wont believe what I found in my sock last night! Go ahead, guess!”
Squidward : “Friends are like potatoes, you eat them, they die”
Squidward: “This city needs to be destroyed!!! Or at least painted another color.”
Mr. Krabs: “The boy cries you a sweater of tears…and you kill him.”
Patrick: “Dumb people are just blissfully unaware of how very dumb they are (as he drools).”
Patrick: “You mean they’re taking the thoughts we think we thought and making them thoughts we think we thought… I think.”
Dear Comrade
Like most people, I’ve never liked wars rather anything that has to do with them. They bring the worst in us, anything that makes you want to kill someone without any personal grudge against that individual cannot be right. When men are made to fight and specially without a genuine cause makes them do things that are not imaginable under normal peace time. I think the best explanation of war and it’s evil for me comes from a paragraph of “All Quiet of the western front”
“Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you were only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and calls forth its appropriate response. It was the abstraction I stabbed. But Now, for the first time, I see you a man like me. I thought if your hand-grenade, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that’s you are poor devils like us, that’s your mothers are just as anxious as yours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony? — forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy? If we threw away these rifles and his uniform you could bey brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life , comrade and stand up — take me , for I do lot know what I can even attempt to do with it now”
Why photograph?
Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it?
Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
Let’s stop taking it personally
“The Americans are killing our people, more drone attacks”. “They don’t have the right to send in troops. They don’t have the right to manipulate nations like that”.
The hate for America is something that is now a part of the daily routine for a Pakistani. We hate them so much. Let’s burn their flag. Let’s get out on our streets and burn some tyres. Burn a couple of cars owned by Pakistani’s. Let’s throw in a couple of shops while we are at it.
Well. I’m not even gonna go into how wrong and stupid all these protests are but I will say two things though, if any one of you protesters got a chance to run from this country – you would. Secondly, they have every god damned right to do what they are doing, whether you like it or not. They will continue to do what they want and there is absolutely nothing that you can do to change that.
The point here is not America, it is any super power in the history of this world. What exactly did the Muslims do in their golden age? They conquered by sword, by treaties in the name of religion or how so ever. They used every ounce of their power to make a grand Muslim empire. Similarly, the British also had their time of glory. It wasn’t as messy as the American reign but it was there.
We are not living in a neighbourhood where everyone is everyone else friend. This isn’t Cheers where everyone knows your name. This is pure animal instinct to make my estate/territory as fortified as I can; it is no different from the instinct of producing offspring. It’s something built into us. If Pakistan was as powerful as the States right now, you would have acted differently? Would you let Israel be what it is today? I don’t think so. It would have still been a blood bath just in a different direction.
The solution is not to argue about what is right, what is wrong and who is right. Right/wrong always have been relative to who is in power and who has the final authority. There is no absolute when it comes to politics and territory.
As far as Dr. Afia and the related matters are concerned, well they gave a decision and nothing can be done about it. The jury is made of American citizens, you can’t barge in and say you don’t accept the court or the nation for that matter. Well, my friend, if you try that, an average Texan is going to take his rifle out and shoot you on sight. So the whole argument is pretty stupid. It’s their country , it’s their law and they will do whatever they can not because they can but because you are too weak economically, socially and in power.
It’s about time we stop this whole nonsense and start working on things that really matter. Growing intellectually, starting businesses working our asses off to be a unified nation. Get over the ‘oh, they are evil’ syndrome and come to a level where we can actually have a say in the matters of our or others’ state. Every nation needs a generation to sacrifice – let it be this generation. Learn, learn and learn more. The only way to do anything is by intellect not by brute force. The force comes after the intellect.
A rock in the hands of a cave man would never be as powerful as a rock in the hands of a modern man.
(Edited by : Nuzhat Saadia Siddiqi , cause she would bit my head off. If there is a grammatical mistake)
Adulthood
Sadly, I have yet to find a solution to the current situation but I do have some tips for the ones starting off:
- Meet as many people as you can when you’re in college/university. Make good friends, be careful in choosing friends but know everyeone and everyone should know you. Join clubs/groups of people who are interested in things you are interested in. Keep in touch with them, say hi every now and then.
- Often you will think, why should I make the effort, why do I need that. I’m fine like this, that is perfectly fine if you are a introvert and ok with it. Otherwise, well, try to keep people that care about you close. And the ones that don’t, well, keep them in the grid. This will go a long way.
- Don’t be afraid of being made a fool of in college, no one will remember this. But you will remember the good times you had.
- Divide your time properly, between your social life, your studies and your personal projects. Don’t let one of them take most of your time.
(Edited by : Nuzhat Saadia Siddique , not because she is awesome because I suck at writing )
Grandparents
Seeing my grandparents it’s one of the most extraordinary experience I have had in a while. I would sit in the corner of them room and just look at them they would talk to me and in a couple of minutes they completly ignore my existence and go on with their daily routine.
Those two have been fighting for the last atleast 50 years. My grandad had a stroke couple of years ago, his movement is quite restricted. He’s always loved his room ans his bed.one of the best times I remember from my childhood have been sitting with him in his bed, eating some random fruit while he tells me tales from his childhood and his fathers childhood. Sometimes we would just sit there and watch cricket for hours while my grand mother kept telling him things he had to do. Whenever she would enter the room she would stop cursing or telling him what to do and start it with the players.
” who selects them, they can’t even hold a bat properly” , ” will it kill him to hit the ball properly” , ” it’s a ball not a hen that you jump on it instead of catching it”, she would say. Then she would remember a joke related to a hen she used to have when she was young. Some random sound will distract her and she will remember she had to pray then curse me, herself or the crickets to make her forget what time it was.
They still sit there arguing well more like she being loud and him being his quite yet stubborn self. The topics have changed over the years though. Why do you always have to bring mud inside has changed to why do you pee at night when I know your capable of holding it. Why do you not like seeing me at ease she would say. He used to smile on the boots comment or say to me “your grandma’s just”, the smile muscles don’t work anymore nor does the witty side of his brain.
It was a windy day I had a small pull a string helicopter toy, it got stuck in a big tree in the park; he tried whatever he could it was still up there taunting me. ” no I don’t want a new one and no I’m not going home till I get it back” not even once he got mad at me oh well not atleast for another hour. I’m still the stubborn child and he’s still the patient grandad but now I try to keep my toy away from the tree.
Every night I get almost the same lesson always with a teary eye. Take care of my daughter your her only son, the only one she relies on. Everynight I sleep saying I will take care of things better and every morning I wake up screaming, I don’t want to wake up.
Their still arguing this time I think it’s about him not wanting his pills properly and his too much sugar intake. He would still remain quite and wait for her to go then quitely tell me to ask my mother if she can get him something sweet.
Here is the funny bit take them apart for an hour and they would be checking for each other. She’s certainly the second most precious thing for him after his bed and he is her most precious thing after cleaning up the house.
Can you clean that up for me she would ask and you have to, always. When your away she will always hover it again cause it was not done properly. She would not stop asking or cleaning. If you something about it you will end up listening to how he raised you and your parents and well it’s just adorable. I still mess with her sometimes just to hear that lecture. Never gets old and everytime it’s genuin ans straight from the heart and every time she does with a hope that you’d be a better person. Just like she’s bieng telling my mother every week “don’t worry he’s going to turn out ok” for the last 24 years.
Those two are the most cute most genuin people I have ever met. It hurts me every time I see him not being able to move around and get food himself something he loved and her cleaning up like she always has loved. But at the same time I haven’t seen them this close and this cute still arguing about little things and having all their worries around their kids. Every prayer a half hour long and just for the kids.
Well don’t have a final note or moral, cause I want this tale to go on as long as it can, happily.
Emergency , Martial Law , The Media and well ME!
Had a lot of discussions rather arguments in the university with not one but a group of people. And well the conclusion I’ve come to is people like to put their own incompetence and blame every thing on the government. On the matter what the government has done for us, and of course our favorite topic unemployment. Would anyone like to enlighten me how much the government gave to bill gates, Sir Richard (virgin group), Manesh Bhatia (hotmail) ? We are willing to put 5Lac
and get a visa to another country because *their isn’t anything in Pakistan*. Rather use the brain and time and make something up here. Manesh Bhatia was rejected on his Hotmail proposal 25 times but he knew he had something.
On poverty , can you tell me five people you know that died because they were hungry ? My dear friend more people die of hunger in the US then in Pakistan statically speaking. Over a hundred murdered take place only in Detroit alone on a single working day. There is more drug and alcohol abuse in other countries then Pakistan.
On “Religion” , religious is a person who has all the facilities lives in the crappiest place. A strip club at his door step and a pub next to him but prefers to the mosque. Its not the person who has a gun pointed on his head and the maulana says have a beard or my 45mm is going to do the trick.
On jihad, I’m sorry suicidal bombings on passer by people because they live in the country or their the other religion even our own.Well HELLO! open your eyes.
On sawat issue , A maulana sahib with tea mugs saying jihad or death. I think there are more ways to it.
On emergency and Marshal Law , I think if all the generals are after your ass you would’ve done the same.
On Pakistan supporting America, Stop talking to people in Pakistan stop watching the propaganda of Geo and go outside the country and every one knows Musharaf had two choices Pakistan or Afghanistan what would have you chosen ?
On Free Media , lol … That phrase always makes me laugh. Did you ever tried watching FOX , BBC how many times they contradicted their dictators? When on Aaj you have your four man show. A guy dressed up as a girl , being the “IT” thing right now. Azfar and Mani , beating the crap out of every one from 12-2 every Saturday . How much of an open media do you want? Tell me one thing who is running the media? its people just like us. Who when born had two things done to them one azaan cause your Muslim two hate the government who so ever it is cause your a Pakistani.
We love to see people go down don’t we ? Tell me before Musharaf how many governments in Pakistan completed their tenure ?
On the country governed by the Dictators or the Army. Just humor me my friend when in the last 70 years the country has prospered ? If I’m not wrong , it was Zia , Yahya and now Musharaf the rest of the time can you tell me what the politicians did? What did the politicians did these five years except taking T.A.D.A and walking out in the Parliament.
You want a Islamic constitution, why didn’t you elect MMA in the elections which was the right way… Oh sorry I totally forgot the right way to is to blow half the population that would take care of all the problems , poverty , inflation and America. Its like don’t eradicate Poverty eradicate the poor isn’t it ?
You want a revolution they don’t come from politicians they come within the people do you have what it takes? and by the way revolution against what? You took over the government you have a Khalifa now what ? The best you can do is close down the chin ease masseuse centers. Thats surely going to solve the problems of Pakistan….
Maybe we want a leader who sits on the tele with her 1million bucks glasses with sera lion diamonds in it, Or maybe even whose too afraid to come and a million people listen while they stare at a phone with 30 mikes on it.
I just don’t know why is it every one trying to make it more harder for the poor country then it already is let it be play your part. And start doing something instead of Getting a big pack of black cotton and getting the prints and walking around with them, my dear peace loving people.
We talk about Jobs , if you come to the university at 8.30am leave at 1.30pm take classes do assignments get a straight 4CGPA. You don’t know how to act talk around people and cry their not jobs my brother there are jobs look in the right places.
“Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.” Einstein
I know a guy who had been in a company for three months wanted one months leave they said no just said ok I’m resigning and they knew what he was and gave him the leave. I know people who went straight on 60k just because of their projects. So stop putting black labels watch Geo on the internet if you want. Study and be the guy that people want you, you don’t want them.
There is no conclusion,no nutshell, no butts and therefore just a pray, stop fighting look within yourself be a better person first then worry what should be on tele who not..
life’s short don’t make it harder on others, on yourself thats your bussiness
World Peace / Metropolitian
Warning! All content is highly amateur stupid and doesn’t make sense 99% of the time readers discretion is advised.
Metropolitan : The place where you can beat a homey up and get away with it, with no one asking what happened.
From Islamabad to Delhi, London and Back… I love them all I love the serenity or nobody caring. I love the hot chick on who every lads eyes are. I love the corner bar where you have to pay first before you enter. I love the only couples cafe’s which make you feel lonely.
God I missed you metro’s so much, I missed your big widened roads which are always under construction. Your posh posh Restaurants where you sit look around you and make yourself feel good. I love the feeling of humiliating someone who you know can’t hit you back. I love the feeling of being above the law cause your dads a big fat government dick head.
I love the elections where you know doesn’t matter who you vote for the moron’s going to win.
World Peace : Like any other two legged animal, I like peace and serenity in my life, I’m against whats going on there and there and of course there…. not to forget that country raiding over that country and making that country look bad. I don’t like that , I just want a tree house a bit fat ass one with a nice view sit there keep some dogs shoot em up (the birds I mean) lead a simple life (of course a swiss bank account with loads of cash in it).
But I’m a man, I want things quick and nice I want this all to be over with so I devise a plan. I get creative, I start it off by suicidal bombings what better way to world peace then a suicidal bomb ayee… I find the solution to every thing, the pills the doc gave me once a day, I take em all…. I want it quick it I want it clean…..
I plant a bomb around my waste and run into the crowd with all those kids and mothers, what better way to world peace then a suicidal bomb
FireFox v3.0 , simpler , faster, Better!
The new Clean 3.0:
Download the third and the best release of Firefox (official Link)
Download it from miniNova.org
Finally something which says like Microsoft’s every single product the new simple and clean version with bla bla usability and crashes at the end. The key features which you feel that really make a difference in the first run are.
Beta vs 3.0 :
When testing the beta version I could not feel much of a difference between the two, the only place where I did feel the difference was when my old addons which now I think they are like a part of my Firefox didn’t really work.
Speed – Actually pretty fast:
The new version takes only 60MB in your RAM and is actually quite light you keep on opening the page and it doesn’t really matter like it used to at times in the previous versions.
Lots of speed issues have been resolved in this version making browsing and switching between windows really fast. Besides browsing the product itself seems to be working more smoothly then ever. When the Firefox team said they removed 300 speed bugs they actually meant it!
Navigation – Smooth as hmm now let me think of a good metaphor
The new Firefox comes equipped with an improved address bar. When you start writing you don’t only see the link in the auto complete but also the icon and the Title of the page, which makes it a lot easier to navigate. Still equipped with the old Google search (never gets old).
The auto complete in the web forms is a also a lot better, or rather lot cleaner than the previous versions and it does not take as much time as earlier.
Resume Download – Yes Finally its here!!!!
The resume option in the download is finally here, now you don’t have to say oh crap after you click yes when Firefox asks you want to close Firefox with two downloads in progress. The downloader is a lot better and smooth than the previous on and well the resume option is a blessing.
Save Your Pages – no Boss Trouble
I so hated the fact when you have like 20 tabs and you have to close the window cause the Boss is blabbing you lost like everything. But now before exiting you can actually save the space 
Addons – Easy maintenance
Unfortunately you still need to restart Firefox every time you add a new add on. But now you don’t have to push the button I hated the most, get more extensions. Now you can browse for addons simply in the addons pop-up box and download the one’s you like directly.
Conclusion – hmmm
I think even Firefox 2.0 was a lot better than IE but this beat’em all by far.
‘Pregnant Man’ gives birth, Doh!@&$
Pregnent Mate, Courtesy Barcroft Media
ok I’m not going to get into the whole news and awe he had a baby routine, just want to skip that part you can read it on BBC News. What I really do want to say is “WTF”, the first time I saw it I was nice, good Photo shop effects. Then it all just turned a little weird, but still I’m happy I think a lot of people should be and would be happy. Like it’s not going to be so hard to tell your parents that your Gay or something, because their more worried about you getting pregnant. Hey, did you know robin’s son is pregnant and he’s only 16. And the poor lady is going to hide her head for a long time.
“The 34-year-old gave birth to a baby girl at a hospital in Bend, Oregon, ABC News reported, without providing further details. Beatie, who sports a beard, was dubbed the ‘pregnant man’ after appearing on Oprah Winfrey’s television talk show to discuss his pregnancy.”,Yahoo News
Anyways, moving on to better things, finally now I can kick my imaginary girlfriend’s ass. We men don’t need you anymore (of course I will have to go through major surgery and shit but whatever) we make baby our self, we like you no. Finally, I think no more fights over women it’s going to be a peaceful and tranquil place. All thanks to one lad (well technically) from America. Go make us men proud homey (while I go through up).
WTF ( Worse Than failure ) Interview
So I gave the interview at this company, here’s the deal we are going to talk about it like this once and this won’t be mentioned for the rest of our lives. This was officially the most humiliating day of my life, lol. Well everything was going pretty ok and nice and easy.They asked from the .net framework my project and all the usual none sense from the difference of virtual and pure virtual to CLR.
The guy asked about dijkestra which I told and well which wasn’t it I told ksrukal instead of dij anyways I was confused and he went like “If you don’t know it say it don’t go around beating the bush”. I was like aaaa ok and then I proposed to him, maybe that wouldn’t have gone have bad. I said the word that should never be said in the history of computer, I slow uttered “Heap” without thinking and that was it. The end of my dignified life and the start of a misery that went for another 10 to 15 minutes. He went into heap from one and and well came out from a end that I never thought actually existed.
My favourite part was coming next, the cute looks they started giving to each other. They knew the Trojan horse had done the trick and I was doomed. Smiling he said thanks that would be it.
Taliban – Action Figure ++
Calling all entrepreneurs, if the Taliban are going to be any good to anyone in the world (of course including their own people) the time is this. So check this out!
Ok! Consider a cool green action figure with a classy camouflage ranging from the big gown to hunter jackets. The Taliban action figure will come with rocket launchers AK-47’s and the special suicide pack (which of course you will be able to use only once)
We can have original Allah Akbar sounds to the local army shouts. Available in a double action figure pack with a cool Taliban Barbie in a big blue gown. Just consider the hours your kids are going to spend playing and learning the way of the Taliban. Ah the joy!
Now, for the feature of the night (drum rolls please) we present to you for full family entertainment. Load the AK-47’s on the Taliban…………… quite simple actually loading one AK-47 is equal to 10 points the more you load, the more points you earn, but of course there is a time limit after which the Taliban turns on his suicidal mode.
Taliban Housing Society
Well here’s an Idea, “Taliban Housing Society”. A place where taliban live? common don’t be absurd even i’m not that dumn. Anyways coming back to the topic, so yah a society where there is peace and queit (well most of the day) you have a taliban in his uniform standing outside every door 24/7 . And every day you wake up suit up or whatever you do in the morning. Get out and every morning a random taliban, explodes and if its your taliban you get a gift hamper. Ofcourse if your going out time collides with the explosion time the society will not be responsible but still.
So what did we acheive? a peacfull society where you are sure no one is going to steal your cell phones or there are going to be any sort of threats. What did they acheive? By my observations taliban are a switch which is turned on with a AK-47 in hand. You tell the direction and pump in the bullets and wallah, target practice. So this provides a possitive source for taliban to explode in.
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I’ll show the ‘System’
Are you what you wanted to be ? Usually when we are growing up, we see our parents in jobs. Watching them go in and out week by week,the monotonous life, the boredom. We say to ourselves, when I grow up this is something I really don’t want to do. I am this and that , God knows what.
When your 17 you want to revolutionize the world with your amazing Idea,
you want to change everything. You promise yourself you won’t do the same mistakes your parent(s) did. Then you graduate and get a job. Two months in every thing is fine, you’re just looking for the right idea to pop up and you start your own thing. You never wanted the MAN anyway.
Steadily you go into your routine and now you start liking the monthly paychecks you get.
You’re addicted now, you still think of quitting the job and doing “something” with your life. But that feeling is somehow suppressed now. And it hits you! Your turning into just another cogwheel in the big ‘system’. You hate the feeling, this is the time, turn everything around. There’s still time, you can get out. Just go to the boss and say you’ve had enough! And then comes the next paycheck!
Meet Bob, and no Bob doesn’t have bitch Tits.
Let me tell you about my friend Bob, ofcourse Bob being the fictional name. I’m not just going out and say I’m ranting about Abeer Mohammad, like, that wouldn’t be nice of me.
I’ve known Bob for a long time now, Bob was the little bugger in the pack who always had an opinion about everything, but it was all under control. I like to think his otherwise polite nature, his bass guitar and helping attitude kept critiques at bay.
But then,well almost suddenly Bob changed! On a pretty random Wednesday in his sacred place ( no not that sacred place, I mean the gaming arena ) Bob exploded. Which was the first of many explosions…
Bob started off with how sick he was of everyone playing a shitty strategy and how hard he tried to beat the sentinal and finally how everything thought it was just a game. I think everyone was quiet for the first time. Every one thought about how Bob( without the bitch tits ) actually had a point. Life became normal once again. Then the real episodes started when Bob flared up on some technology conversation. Then the poor kids on World Of Warcraft started from Bob’s wrath ( well atleast we were safe ). Then there was the incident involving Bob and the Rs.5 more expensive bottle of cola, thats when things started getting bad.
Bob was now bitching about everything, from not liking how lame movies were getting to why no one was on the raid when he said so. Every one was concerned ,few recommended therapy, some had more drastic Ideas of getting him laid with, well, lets not discuss that. But people were thinking, then every one focused more on why was Bob doing what he was doing. And how did the humble monk turn into the vicious hunk ( no not the one from Incredible Hulk , but the evil one from Team America’s movies )
Suggestions included his beloved maid running off and getting married while he watched to Bob starting on sex change medications ( not horny goat weed , I’m talking about the stuff that makes your dick fall off ) . Some suggested possession by his WoW charecter ‘Maulvi’ and the less creative ones fled to the incident when Bashir cut his balls off and ofcourse then there was the talk of his PMS problems. But this wasn’t helping Bob in any way, it was getting worse and worse.
One day everyone thought to confront Bob, and everyone came with all the conventional banners and how they wanted to see Bob ok. And how they missed the old Bob ( no, even that one didn’t have bitch tits, what is up with you? ) It was much more deeper than that … “Bob was afraid of flashing lights!”
Seriously thats it, no incest, no drugs or whatever. End , finito, you hear me ?
Loss
The bed was shaking, so were the walls for that matter. Another earth quake, “wake up mom”, he screamed as hard as he could. “We need to get out here…”, as he went to the other room. It wasn’t stopping only getting worse, he just managed to get his sisters out in time. It fell, he never saw it coming. All he worked for all his life, shattered just like that. There wasn’t a single thing he could do, but to see it crumble to the ground.There he stood with his mother and sister in his arms, watching it happen when he couldn’t do anything about it.
Darn, that was a little melodramatic for a start. So now, that I have your attention and the poor lads home is on the ground. Let’s start talking!
I think its human nature or well we’ve been living in a not so good society, that we just can’t see how important a thing is until its taken away from us. Until something dread full happens and our core shakes that we realize what the thing meant to us. Why is so necessary that your battery dies, that you know it was pretty cool to have a car to go to work in the morning ( and no my cars battery is perfectly fine).
There is this whole cycle that we go through, suddenly we realise we need something and we can’t live without it. You just want to get it no matter how , you really want it. You convince yourself its a need not a desire. You get it/achieve it , you start to enjoy it. You place it in the best place in your house where everyone can see it. You call friends over, so they admire it. Your proud of it, something you always wanted. Slowly the charm of the ‘new’ fades away. No there’s dust on it and you really don’t care to clean it anymore. Its just a part of life like the other one million unappreciated ones.
Is it always necessary to have a radical wake up call to know what you have? I say make a plan take a time not more than 10 minutes to write down what you have, go through the old family albums (which has absolutely no connection to what I’m saying).
Make a list of people who were with you/ are with you, helped you in someway thank them just write a note, just saying thanks. Its not necessary that you go to live in the jungle to know what you have. To appreciate the people around you, its just 5 minutes of your time, which will really change your life.
You can always be radical in your approach, leave home for a while somewhere remote and analyze your life, whats right whats wrong, what you have , what you need to get. Just don’t go through life that you need a big electric jolt to wake you up.
Don’t let the society get over you, don’t get your routine and the “fun” get you. Be real!
Something from Into the wild : Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ’cause “the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. – Alexander Supertramp May 1992
I believe in peace, Bitch!
I don’t care for Palestine or for Israel, what I do care about are all the innocent lives suffering from mutiny and violence. I don’t care which side whose on, but the children dying are on nones side in fact they didn’t have the right to choose a side in the first place!
Get a separate battle ground, blow the shit out of each other for all I care, just don’t take defenseless human lives. I’m using the word human, not Muslim, not Jew but human!
Stop the conspiracies! Stop the hate for once, be satisfied on what you have and make it a better place for heaven’s sake! Acquiring another piece of land will get you what? What’s the price your paying for it ? Is it really worth so many human lives?
I’m not saying that people don’t die on the Israeli side, but I certainly condemn soldiers posing over dead bodies and taking it as if it were a kill. That’s inhuman and I know any religion would condemn it.
Oh and please don’t tell me that Israel is doing it because Hamas did this and that, the death toll of Israeli civilians in 2005 was 37, where as in the same year 255 Palestinians were killed. In 2004 it was 60% less than that and these were civilians not children.
Figures from Palestinian medics indicate at least 909 people have been killed. The health minister in Gaza’s Hamas-run government said that approximately 400 of those were woman and children! Reuters.com
So lets not play with facts and only kid ourselves or mock our intelligence. Its like telling your kid, Timmy your dog is with grandmother, WTF? Grandmother died a million years ago!
The part I hate is the fact that Israeli soldiers are considering everyone as a road kill! Homie, that’s GTA you leave that shit when you turn off the PS console. You don’t carry that baggage around and get higher credits for being a ruthless bitch! ( that has points in other arena’s ).
I do appreciate the Muslims stand on it, or rather Muslims standing on the thing!
Stop Hating, believe in Peace!
Old Times
I was looking at my old stuff today, visiting and trying to get in touch with my old friends from DA. It’s really sad that a lot of them are not here now. Well most of them, so much changes in five years.
The way you talk, dress up behave, think, how you don’t think the world is ending anymore. The hope that yes i will change the world falls far behind, I won’t be like my parents fades out slowly.
For me the frequency with which I used to write my journals has changed, lol. I used to be at every concert, now its been ages. Worrying about studies, copying running just being there, thing just change at time.
The lust you had for girls the running after the score the breakups, everything is a lot more subtle and in place. No more raging hormones closing the door being depressed, the whole black wardrobe the jewelry you laugh at now. Making it a point you won’t have anything else then black metal on your PC. Feeling like your 20GB hard drive would never fill up. Downloading Friends on Modem.
The only thing that makes me sad and well feel good at the same time is the fact that a lot of people left art a long time ago. Or atleast from the surface when they were really really good, some kept on doing it moved on. Became some big names in the illustration/photography/animation industry while people better then them just vanished.
I wish we people could have those random thoughts that came in our head at 2.00am in the morning and we had to write the poem down or we’d loose it when we were 17 carry on to our adulthood. I wish we were aspiring and creative all our life just like that.
Those were good days, hope some of you are still carrying on your art in one form or another. All the oldies, lets back together and remember the old days, its always fun in winters with a cup o coffee 
My Materialistic Dreams
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case 0:
“Do you have any plans for tonight? No? Oh good! why don’t we meet up and discuss some things then?”, he said. We had a good meeting.We talked about about the old times,the fun we had,the pranks we pulled and how we wish that they would never end. We also talked about the future and how we are not doing the things that we planned to do. We discussed how we should quit what we are doing and for once do the right thing! Invent something,be a filthy rich Rock Star or be the amazing entrepreneur we always aimed to be.
We discussed the latest models of Ferrari and how it isn’t such a good car to drive in the city.We tried to satisfy our egos by thinking, “Well even if we had one we couldn’t just drive it on the Islamabad Highway and even if we did it wouldn’t really be any use considering all the traffic! Besides if your sitting in it you can’t really see the car now can you?!”
But this time we had the perfect business plan! Why not work on weekends and grow from there.Once we succeed we’ll have blah blah number of users and that much money with each hit, we’ll be rich in no time! But even though we discussed the plan thoroughly again and again something just felt wrong. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.Then I saw the new S class pass me and I murmured ‘bastard’ under my tongue. I just wished I had a GMC truck and I could just smash his car up! though deep down inside I knew that I wanted to be the one behind the wheel of that car. ‘This plan will work out’, I thought and I would also be there in no time. I woke up the next morning half sleep half awake and I went back to my Desk job blaming everything all over again. Talking about my future plans with my colleges didn’t help either. I had another detailed discussion on how if we could include another thing in the plan it would be perfect and ready to launch, but I still just wasn’t satisfied.
case 1:
“Lets meet up tonight, its been a while”, he said. I agreed and we met and talked about our school days and how things were then, what we wanted to be and how we did silly things. We remembered how we used to bunk classes and had a different crush everyday! We decided to take a little walk on the hills, we sat there watching the city thinking how good it looked and how big it was becoming every day. We thought how the sky was still so much bigger than the city beneath it.One thing led to another and we started discussing human relations and spirituality. We discussed how our society is behaving as opposed to how it’s meant to be. If we draw a basic line between right and wrong we should change ourselves and get rid of the ‘HAWIS’ in us and thus try to become better humans. We left on a positive note. Ten minutes after the discussion I felt really positive and passionate about the more important things in life.I could see the wrong not in others but in myself and I wanted to change it. Something felt good inside me. I stopped at a traffic signal and an amazing S class parks right next to me. I looked at it and for the first time I really appreciated how good a car it was and said “Mashallah”. Then I drove home and slept with the hope of implementing everything discussed.I slept peacefully that night.
I woke up the next morning, didn’t implement anything I discussed last night and went back to doing my day job,but this time I didn’t have that feeling of hate inside me,instead i felt a gratitude for what we have achieved in life and a strong sense of what not to do in the future.
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Darn that was a long and boring story! but anyways, coming to the point. The thing is whenever we make materialistic plans we keep on building them and never actually get to the implementing part.Even if we do implement them we still find something else to run after. Its a long vicious cycle that will never end! Discussing matter and running after it only makes you think about it more and gives you a need to acquire more.No matter how much you achieve it’s never enough and somehow all of it doesn’t seem to really matter in the end. Dreaming and running after materialistic stuff is never a guarantee that it will give you happiness. You might just end up sad and lost in the end,not knowing what to do next. But if you invest the same amount of time and energy in a totally different direction it doesn’t really matter what you acquire or what you lose. There is an internal satisfaction that will always be there,no matter how trivial it is.
Talking about nature,spirituality, humans and their interactions only takes you one step closer to humanity.You start loving life and people in a different way and you have the desire to change them and yourself. At the end of the day it doesn’t matter what you achieved or how many dreams you fulfilled, because you are just satisfied at some level and it all feels ok at the end.
So just try it for once, take out time to talk about something totally un-materialistic.Deny the things you do all day, take some time out for human beings, be around them, have a chat and share the humanity.It will feel good and will also last longer than our average materialistic dreams.
Want and Need
Zack Aris for Scott Kelby hits the nail on the head… Transform. You can see his photography and his detailed work on Zack’s web site
Just finished watching this really moving and intense film. The intro is a bit long you can just skip it to get into the original film.
Its so true we go through life running after money fame fortune, on times expense the same time we could be with people, people we love, have fun. There needs to be a healthy relationship between what we need ( not what we want ) and whats really important.
As Zac says in the film, why should I wait for the 30 minute lunch break when I can be having food with my wife in the coffee shop. When I can go for a noon meeting at my sons school instead of the weekends with my sons.
So its all about choices we need to realize whats really important because at the end of the day, what really matters is what sort of relationship you had with people. Did you give them time, did you tell them how you feel about them .
I’m absolutely not saying don’t work, or money is not important. I’m just saying its not that important as much as you think it is. We always run after things from the 32″ Plasma to the 60″ . The question is does it really matter in the end? Does it matter how big a screen you had? Or what matters more is with who did you watch the game last night ?
Morrie says a really brilliant thing, he says ” There is a big confusion in this country between what we want and what we need. You need food, you want a chocolate sundae. You have to be honest with yourself you don’t need the latest sports car, you don’t need the biggest house”
“The truth is , you don’t get satisfaction from those things. You know what gives you satisfaction?”, ” Offering other what you have to give. I don’t mean money mitch. I mean your time. Your concern. Your story telling. Its not so hard. “
What happened to the good old fashioned comic Hero’s?
I consider myself amongst the wee bit less fortunate ones who were unlucky enough to watch “watchmen” and “twilight” in two consecutive nights. Ok I know, I know the novels were amazing and to see it on a bigger canvas was like a dream come true. But here’s the funny part “I didn’t read the novels and personally I really don’t care about them”. I paid to watch a good movie which it wasn’t. If you had written outside it’s only for glorified geeks and the cult following along with the 18+ sign. I would never go in.
I want to ask what was so bad with the old school graphic novels, what’s so wrong with beating the up the bad guy and then he has your girl friend (secret obviously) and you rescue her. Like common that never gets old. Some kick ass vampires kicking around with guns flaps and rocket launchers kicking some wolf butt. Why do you have to drag gay emotions in it?
Look here’s the thing when I’m alone and its 2am I might even enjoy watching a walk in the rain. But with my mates in a big ass cinema the last thing I want to see is a blue guy screwing a chick with its twin. And nude scene’s on Jupiter. Like Common! For heaven’s sake man, their some perfectly straight guy’s here who really don’t give a damn about your inner deep emotions. They’re here to see you kick some butt not you packing up your blue balls and exiling from the planet! And yes I agree it was a really deep multi layered movie with amazing dialogues, so what? Here’s the thing if you argue with me that I didn’t read the novel. Look I never read, Harry Potter, Lord of the rings, but I love the movies. So you really can’t pin that on me, like please!
Until the next night, I tried to give the modern comic hero’s another chance and plugged in Twilight, now that was the breaking point. That was the point when I said to myself I would go to jail making child pornography and die a humiliating death then watching another modern comic emotional hero for two hours alone in a damned room at night.
I can take vampires doing It, I can take vampires being gay, I can take vampires falling in love turning people into vampires shooting the hell out of each other. Fighting for evil or the forces of evil for that matter, what I can’t take is a vampire glowing in the sun, annoying the hell out of me for two whole God Damned Hours!
The plot was so empty and there seemed to be clear gaps and selected pieces been chosen and I just couldn’t take it when they started playing baseball. For heaven’s sake your vampires act like one. Don’t be my stupid cat who loves to watch Frasier. It’s not you you’re not supposed to do that, Reality check!
So yes I choose to see a old fat hairy bastard doing a cow then watch these emotional super nude hero’s again!
Creative!
Every single person is born creative. The lord took a little share from all his qualities and spread it amongst the universe. Now, some people were very clever and wise. They climbed up the highest mountain and stood on its highest point and caught all they could wit their arms wide open. Some stood on low ground watching the sky hoping for the golden dust!
Being creative is not something devious, special or ‘freak’. Every one can write, draw, and paint. It’s only that what drawing, writing, painting people think is good or bad in a particular society or in a particular situation. We have developed criteria’s for art what’s good, bad wrong, right artistic or not. Artists and critics we all talk of breaking the lines getting out of the box but what would be praised isn’t usually so out of the box we always still tend to admire things we understand or are still in the norms.
Name a girl who wasn’t a photographer when she was 16. A guy who didn’t wake up in the middle of the night and wrote something in his diary that just came into his mind. A kid who didn’t painted pictures of mommy and daddy before he actually knew how to write alphabets.
It’s just a matter of priorities like which girls keeps on shooting herself or other stuff with her camera which guy keeps writing in the middle of the night instead of saying forget it and sleep. It’s also sometimes about societies and people around you. Like which society allows you to do your photography instead of what all ‘others’ are doing, or helps you keep writing better verses or drawing the stupid fox instead of making you go to an medical or an engineering college like all other wise kids.
Sometimes it’s a matter of believing in yourself and sometimes it’s just the ‘other’ million reasons that don’t let you be an artist or so called creative in the social structure. The point here is not to define a thin line who is an artist or who isn’t or just brag that anyone can be an artist or they can’t be one. The purpose of the fatigue is to tell you that being creative is not actually something to brag about all day or to be really proud of that you are and others are not. And also if you know you have something just don’t stop believing in your self it’s not a matter of who thinks your creative your doing art or just making a messed up picture. What actually matters is what you think about it and consider art. Believe!
[I wrote this a while ago I think a couple of years back]
Connected, do we really need to be?
Technology Monster
I was reading this article on how this new technology lets your watch and download videos from youtube.com even on your PS2. You can listen to and watch songs directly on your TV from youtube.com using your gaming console. Still doesn’t have the WOW factor in it? Do we agree?
So curiously searching for the wow factor I stumbled upon this amazing wrist watch, which synchronizes you to your outlook or any calendar you use. And downloads your appointments and sets the alarms for you. And I was like wow now that’s something neat. But the WOW factor was still missing, so I went online was looking through my emails and I stumbled upon a photo gallery invitation that a friend sent.
So the pictures were taken from his GPS enabled cell phone, which enabled you to GeoTag your pictures rather GeoTags your pictures for you. So when you upload the pictures to say Picasa , it maps everything on GoogleMaps and you can see every single picture and the route you’re followed and where every picture was taken. You click on it zooms in and you know the pin point location. In addition you can also view pictures from other people. At the same point on the map.
I was like wow, how informative and interesting is that? My Friends can actually know all the places I have been and with photo’s of me at that place. But well here’s the catch do I actually want that? Do I actually want to see videos all the time from the internet? Do I need to be reminded all the time what I had to do? Or should I actually get off my lazy ass and actually think/work sometime.
After all that the next greatest invention that comes in my head. Is a amazing pot that tells me what I ate that makes my poo look green weighs it calculates what my ideal weight should be and tells me how to gets there. The next thing it does is calculate the average in my area make a statistic and tell me how marijuana is causing bad poo in my area. No No it doesn’t actually stop there. It makes a graph divides people into clusters and tells the marketing people, what sort of products should they be selling in the green poo area. And then I try to find the toilet paper which is nonexistent because the men’s room was never programmed to do that.
So here’s the deal, I don’t really want to know where you went ate. When did you sleep, why did the chicken cross the road and your highest score on crazy taxi. Nor am I really interested in how they assassinated the big fat ugly guy back in Vietnam and now how the soldiers who were involved in the mission are suffering.
I like my coffee dark and that’s how I like it and I like it since childhood just like that. Then I like to watch some Looney toons, go to work come back. Have a chat with mates and sleep. I don’t want to know all that, and nor do you want to know all that about me or my neighbors. So lets just keep our own poo in our own pants shall we?
Taliban, The Extremists?
I’m really tired of the Pakistani media right now, for the sake of getting top views is it really important that you stop caring of the image your portraying. More importantly the authenticity of the fact/news. Every time something happens they tell it like its the end of the world. Our beloved reaper is standing right on the head of Pakistan waiting for the lord to say, Chop it off!
Let’s take a little thing here… In Saudi Arab not too long ago , if I want to be more precise I’d say in January. A Egyptian thief’s hands were chopped off and there is a small heading in news and that’s about it. And its there because he wasn’t a Saudi but a Egyptian. Back in 2007 in Somalia they start chopping off hands of theif’s . A headlines comes and it goes away, the government says they’re militants no body bothers to look again. No Aid is stopped saying take them out or we will invade your country. No political leader go crazy while sitting out of the country.
Now here in Pakistan the Alleged video of “Taliban” beating up the girl comes and Hallelujah a video we can put on sell on international media twist it a bit and show how cruel we really are. No it doesn’t really matter investigating the reason of the beating it never does. But what does is that it sells and people go like awww. That’s just awe full, why don’t we do something about it. The awwwww gesture goes such a long way. That our beloved Altaf Bhai who hasn’t seen the land he so loves but doesn’t want to live in for fifteen years. Goes all crazy on how cruel these militants are, like our beloved MQM is just the right thing for the country.
You need to realize there are harsh penaltiess in Islam but only on things that ruin the society. The whole point is in the positivity of the society anything which is banned/prohibited is because it doesn’t let the over all humanity to grow. Something that is causing damage to people and the overall peace in the society.
The point of the punishment isn’t to ridicule anyone or leave a mark on his ass for life, the point is making people afraid . If you do this , you’ll get this in return. Some people just do the right thing because it is the right thing to do. Others have to motivated and some well they only do well as long as they know they’ll get some lashes.
So before we go all judgmental and crazy, take a moment to think. What your showing representing rather the way your presenting has what impact around the globe.
Thrillers Strike Back
Taken – Something Crisp and Razor Sharp
I love studio films with a slight independent feel to them. Not really a high budget film but the character building and the main guy is just marvelous that’s how we want our action heroes to be simple clean with a bass and kicking ass. A good relief when you’re tired of watching the bitch assed action heroes who are either in love or bitching about how hard there life really is and deep inside their only human, Could have worked on a little on some action sequences though. But overall a nice entertaining thrills with a twist.
The part I like about the film is unlike other usual thrillers it actually makes you feel a little weird something like hostel. You feel disgusted and you hate what’s happening and you can relate to it somehow or rather you don’t want to relate to it. But well human trafficking is a fact and well it sucks but we can’t really do anything about it directly (accept the asses amongst you still standing on the road looking for a prostitute and reading the blog of course)
Well as much thought provoking it is, it doesn’t go to the length of 8mm which is actually a good thing, because that my friend is not really easy to take in. The one thing that irritates me in action films are the long dialogues between the bad guy and the tied up hero. This film is finally something who took care of that. Not a single time have I seen in the One hour and Thirty three minutes that he let anyone one complete a sentence. I think that’s the only thing I hate about jack bauer. Last but not the least the soundtrack is amazing, really different. I love the end score.
Maybe I’m just the brave heart sort of a person and well a brave heart is pretty hard to come by. I wouldn’t be lying though if I said “Taken” is my new brave heart.
Rand()
Note: Following is a collection of well lets say of half hour in my brain, thats how the silly thing works. Good or bad I don’t know but thats the way it is.
When your 18 you want to do so much with your life, some want to be the next billionaire other want to change the world, I even had a cousin who had a complete plan with blue prints to take over the world. At that time we really believe in it and it’s those exact passions which at times results in truly brilliant ideas or well then there always are suicides. Or then there always is a possibility of your being 23 doing absolutely nothing with your life and writing about when you had that passion.
It’s really fun to see kids with that energy and seeing them actually believing in something can happen for them or the world, the desire to be something big meaningful or rich for that matter. There is so much you want to do in so little time. You want to get yourself enrolled in a good college learn something meet new people, make friends or who knows wanting to find your lover.
Your involved in art, theatre, plays, gaming groups, hell you make your own band then slowly it fades away and it hits you. You’re going to live the same life that your parents did, you’re going to be doing the same old shitty jobs all your life and you’re going to be happy about it. You’ll marry someone who is good for you, have a decent job a car two kids and work your ass off to keep them happy. And your kids are going to be 18 and hope to be somebody one day. It sucks but that’s life and it’s going to be that way and well you really can’t change it.
There are different people that you meet in the different phases of your life often people who think that will stay there forever. You instantly feel a connection and it all seems to be going well then things start to fade away, its natural somehow.
Let’s talk about creativity and last teen years, I think everyone wrote poetry when they were 16. Its natural things come into mind and that is one of the best stuff that comes from you, some keep following it and keep writing it down other well they get lost in the usual activities of life and lose it. For me fortunately/unfortunately creativity hits me hard when something’s not right. I think that happens to a lot of people that if things are looking up creativity doesn’t really hit you.
I think the worst thing someone can do to human beings is give them what they desire I mean all that they desire. Because it’s never about the end result well it is if it’s a shiny red Ferrari but usually it isn’t. The whole fun and the whole thing is the process the struggle that you do to get to a certain place. If you’re given everything that you want you just lost there is no more hope nothing to look forward to nothing you want. Your life’s a complete halt, that’s the worst thing you could do to a man.
Hope is an amazing thing; it just takes you to places you never imagine. It’s something that just keeps you going keeps you happy. Not knowing is the best thing that could happen to humans, if you knew everything about everything there would not be a sense of purpose something or wanting to achieve something. We would just on our dumb asses thinking WTF now?
Sometimes you know it the instant you see her
Let me start off by saying THINK BEFORE YOU TAKE THE LEAP. Seriously, when we’re in ‘love’ we tend to or want to ignore so much stuff that is right there in front of us just because we’re in love and we a certain sort of appreciation for the person. These little things start to make a big pile in the end and we see ourselves fighting, ignoring or just living empty lives together.
What we need to realize is behaviors manners are defined or learnt in a very early age when your personality is getting molded. No matter what the reasons every person comes out slightly different from the other and every personality is not compatible with the other. When getting into self into a long relationship you should realize and look beyond the mush (no I did not say mush you crap minded ass).
In the start the things you are learning about your partner don’t let go of small things and go awww do look into the other side and see is it actually the way they are telling it. A lot of people have an attention seeking behavior and they will mold the tales their way just to have your sincerity (Yes been there done that).
Someone is the way they are for the past 20-30 years and that’s the way they are if you think you can change them into something different and they will change for you. You’re wrong; there are a very small percentage of people who actually change. You really can’t change the basic human nature/behavior or people.
Now, let’s move on to the white board where I can draw you a full picture with practical examples.
I was with this one girl, who always was running away from people saying this person did that and he likes me this way and that. And I was aww people are always douche bag’s guys don’t really leave girls wherever they go do they know. Not for a second, I said oh wait a second wtf isn’t there something wrong in the picture. If there is a guy and he hits on a girl and she says no really clearly not everyone is such a big jerk to keep on hitting on her just like that. Secondly, why don’t the same guys hit on the other million girls but her? At the time I just felt bad and gave her a hug saying how can people so cruel to such a sweet thing. Well after two years turns out she never actually said no to anyone just let everyone linger on and enjoyed the attention just like that.
Let’s move on to specimen number two for further detailed study. I had this friend for ages now, the first time I met her we were talking about the perfect guy/girl to spend one’s life with. She without a second of thought goes like someone with a Mercedes benz/ a crazy office doesn’t asks me what I do or where I spent the money, just loves me just like that. I was aaa good and moved on to the next agenda in the conversation. After months and knowing her pretty closely, I was like awe she’s such a sweet heart a really person, this and that. But in the end of the day, whenever it comes to settling down the girl just melts on the sight of a merc and D&G. No matter how jerk the person is. So if I expect such a person to settle down in the hills live a calm life with someone they love, I’ll be pretty much an ass to think that because this is not who she is. She might be in love with someone right now, but still the Merc melts her more than the sweet red rose he gives her every day.
Moving on to the final subject in the lab assignment today . There was a friend of mine, always crying how people don’t give her space always want this, that from her and she doesn’t know why people think crap about her when she is such a good person. Looking at all those feminine tears I was aww that’s just sad isn’t it. How cruel sometimes people can be, that went on for a month. Then the topic never came up for ages, of course until she calls me up and tells me what a jerk I am and how I’m taking her space not letting her breathe and why can’t I be more like Mr.XYZ . I never heard from her again.
So kids, now what I want to do is think hard and deep of course (ok get those gross thoughts at home ass) and write me a comprehensive note on behavior.
Good Day!
OMG! My Baby girl doing a job? Are you Crazy?
So I’m lucky enough to have family friends who are in the business of making nuclear bombs, no it has absolutely no relation to the post. Just thought to let you know.
Moving on, I was sitting at someones place and mom asks Mrs.Awesome Auntie so where does she start practicing medicine and where? I thought something bit auntie or something , she pretty much snap-ed. “Allah na karay, why would my daughter practice?” (aaaa aunty because she wasted a pretty precious medical seat for starters? ) So in Mrs.Awesome Aunties opinion girls should not be getting out of their homes to work when their husbands/parents can offered to keep them in and even if something happens they should try to be at home and God forbid practice medicine.I totally agree like what sort of a douche bag or you a retard makes their daughter practice medicine, how can anyone even think of doing such a horrid thing. Allah na karay what if someone actually benefits from her medical experience we don’t really want that now do we?
I’m stressing on medicine here, because you work your ass off to get to med school you get good grades in your School, high school college just for that one seat out of 200 – 500 maybe. You get that chance you study and then you don’t practice just because your husband wants to see you open the door for him when he comes home? What kind of stupid sense it that, why not do a BA degree, go in arts, literature, computing anything. Where you’re not actually taking a seat from someone who actually deserves it. Someone who would support a family, someone who would actually go out in the field and do something for people.
Who knows the person whose seat you came out just might go out and find the next best drug, he might be the one who eradicates polio by actually “doing something about it”, instead of knitting a sweater for the twin fetus in my stomach because I know medicine so much. What we need to realize is your son/daughter is a doctor/engineer he is an asset to the community, the society, the country. Money has been spent on him, resources given for 4-5 years of his/her professional studies. You owe it to the people to actually do something with your professional honey (no honey just because your daddy paid for the fee’s does not mean you don’t owe anyone anything)
In my opinion, there should be a bond that everyone that goes into med school should fill. That he has to serve for this much time, this much time in research this much in rural areas and this much in cities. Or he/she has to pay a fine of this much amount to the government of the country.
And please think about it, only if you can afford it means you want that last blanket if someone’s sleeping in the cold.
A match made in heaven?
So I was talking to this old. no make it really old wise lady and something banged my brain ( no you ass not as is bang the girl bang, as the big bang. God your impossible). I like to think of the world as rational, I like to think of it as a big experiment which is being watched and taken care of really closely. Something that you have done a million times and you know exactly how its going to behave and it will behave that way. So keeping that in mind, read the following situation and tell me how would your rationalize it.
Note: No I’m not a sexist, though thinking of myself as one will give me a weird,sick sort of a pleasure. If I use the world girl you can always replace it with a guy without any hesitance.
There is a girl who lets say does drugs/guys/alcohol and everything in between. In other words, yes your perfect wife material. Just the one you would love to have by your side and raise your drug induced children with needles from the start. It works actually no baby no cry ( Damn I’m the next Bob Marley). Sorry got carried away, we were talking about the perfect woman. Since we’re on the the topic of the perfect girl. Let’s make her sleep with the whole football/cricket team. So we have needle induced skin, a black lever, a hint of carbon on the lungs and the whole cricket/hockey team. Now, our princess gets caught by her dad somehow. The vicious dad grounds her, tells her mom it’s all her fault and she should find a lad for her now asap.
At the same time, there’s a lad 28 or something living “abroad”. A nice young lad I might add, whose family is forcing him to get married for ages; he finally gives in. So the hunt starts and finally they find a perfect little angel for him, a distant cousin. Whose just perfect for him, pretty little thing with a nice college degree of course, preferably a doctor.
So a perfect match from heaven is made, they get married have children live a perfect little life, she gets sober. Never does shit again, no one talks or know about the old stuff ( of course if she dated me, she’s be getting some sweet kick ass blow up on wedding but still ) and they live happily ever after.
The question is there something wrong in the picture? Is all of it, Just and rational? Is everyone on fair and moral grounds? Is some cheated? Just can’t get my head past it.
Second Note: well if you find any spelling or grammatical mistakes, I would appreciate you shoving them up your butt
Islamic Rebublic of Pakistan : Epic Fail
So its 11:00Pm on a Friday night, we’re smoking a couple of cigarettes ( yes your prick when I say cigarette’s I mean just cigarettes) and there is a shop in front of us with a big board that said ‘Imported’ something something. So we went in to see a couple of sneakers (I think we’re all suckers for old school retro converse sneakers) got in there and my eyes first spots some kick ass lingerie and I was like Olalla Mari (the mate) that’s some cool lingerie right? He looks at me and goes dude its evening wear. I just stood there for a couple trying to imagine that little piece of black and red lace as evening wear.
Got out of the store still standing like idiots still waiting for the other guys. A new black Corolla stops near us with a couple of middle aged men in it. The window rolls down (and I’m thinking fuck what did I do this time) and the guy goes like “Do you know where Cathouse is?” in response when he see’s our absolute blank faces he tries to give us a hint by saying “its here somewhere isn’t this Babar plaza”. And yes we’re still blank, so in order to help us out he goes on to explain what he is looking for “Jee Cathouse the bar/club/disco”. In order to assure us their not kidding the uncle with the white beard from the back rolls down and peeks from the middle. And yes, we’re still staring in mid-air. Then Mari goes like why don’t you ask some shop keeping, cause till now we were so sure he’s just messing around with us.
But when he goes to the ‘Imported, evening wear ‘ shop and asks the guy, we were pretty convinced on Islamic Republic of Pakistan being an EPIC FAIL!
Relationship 101 with BashiraGujjar
I always asked people to define relationships and everything in one sentence. I never got a really convincing answer so I figured to come up with my own definition of relationships and its different stages. So, here goes nothing:
Single - Your not screwing anyone sadly or your screwing everyone.
Relationship - We screw each other, get up in the morning and live our lives.
Commitment - We screw only each other.
Marriage - You don’t screw anyone neither do I .
A good wife - Someone who lets you have your stripper weekends.
Everythings Fair in love and war?
Holidays, in any culture or community are either the happiest time of the year with people meeting. Forgiveness people coming together, reconnecting and well God knows what teenagers these days in holidays. Sometimes its the best time of the year family dinners bar BQ’s and what not its brilliant. Sometimes sadly something just happens that shakes you up real bad. Maybe it wouldn’t in usual days because your busy in other stuff and you don’t really talk about it. But when something goes down in the holidays its always does a lot more damage.
Sadly, something happened this holiday season. A guy with some sweet wit thought it would be a brilliant idea to lighten up this holiday season not with a goat or sheep blood, God no. Thats for poor people, with the blood of a 15 years old neighbors kid. Brilliant isn’t it, what better way to say Eid Mubarak to your neighbor then with their own only childs blood.
13 Days from now, a distant cousin got kidnapped from near my place. The guys called in for a ransom, obviously his dad didn’t have that much at that time so he asked for some days. The phone line got cut off and he never heard from the kidnappers again. The family kept searching kept looking for clues kept going to the police for ten days. Then three days ago the kidnappers got caught it was a perverted guy living right next door for the a decade. The kid practically grew up with them, the families were pretty close. The bastard was even pretending to look for the kid with his parents.
Turns out the guy fell in ‘love’ wanted to get married to a girl whose parents were well anything but parents. They wanted 3 Million for the girl, money that the guy didn’t have so for easy cash he got his brother in Law into the plan and two other guys. The kid knew them so convincing him to go with them was not easy. But this meant the kid could identify them something the idiots didn’t think of before. So whether there was money or not the poor kid was going to die anyways.
Now there lays a father whose eyes can’t cry no more, a mother who is in coma and the guys brother wants to cut him to pieces himself. For love aye? Everything’s fair in love and war in it’ ? Who cares about the collateral damage.
Consumerism
So, I was dragged to every single shop on Oxford street today every single floor I swear. And all those hours there was a single thought in my head ‘why?’ . Why do I need that hip jacket to be happy. Why can’t I be happy with the spots I have, why do I need to get rid of them? Why do I need to be more slim if I’m a healthy person and everything is in check. Why do I have to buy a jag when I can travel in my Suzuki.
Why wasn’t there a need for 90% of the things we have today like 70 years ago? Were people not happy then? Was everyone too fat, too unhappy too slow, less productive? Did people not find each other attractive?
Advertising/Marketing, it’s all in your face you would need to pay a pound to read a newspaper with news. But you don’t have to spend a penny to look at the latest release from Armani. It’s there its on the tele it’s in the paper its the big billboard. It’s on the shirt he’s wearing. Why should I be made to spend ten times the amount of money for the same cloth but with a different title on top of it?
Consumerism is such a brilliant nightmare that you feel happy and satisfied about being fu**ed in the ass.
Here is the thing, there will always be someone richer than you, someone prettier than you , someone more fit. No matter what you do how much you try you have to draw a line somewhere. The sooner the better, but here is the important thing , whether there is someone more happier/merrier than you is the only choice you have. Choose carefully.
So little?
Miss you though.
Fahim
Exit through the gift shop
The one thing I’ve hated most about the consumer culture is the fact that good or bad isn’t judged by the quality of the product or the features, but it’s more affected by who owns it, whose wearing it and how high is it priced. That is not limited to products sold in commercials, made in factories or in designer houses. The same is very true for art, sadly.
An artists with a good PR team will gain more fame and acquire more money then an amazing artsist working on his own. All of this is portrait such brilliantly in ‘Exit through the gift shop’ . Thierry Guetta is well nothing at all, he doesn’t even make his own work, the one that he does make is a blend of already done street art with big paint splatters that he put in. The ‘art’ does not necessarily convey a message, unlike Banskey or fairy. It all just might be a social experiment by Bansky but well it worked. With a huge PR campaign, endorsements from Bansky, the LA weekly and Fairy. Shit sold out, to say the least. The exhibition went on for two months, selling most of the ‘pieces’ and earning Thierry Guetta over a million dollars.
The whole phenomenon is well brilliantly put by Steve Lazarides, ”I think the joke is on… I don’t know who the joke’s on – really. I don’t even know if there is a joke.”
Thierry Guetta set out to make some money by selling overpriced modern street art and well he succeeded, of course everyone in the street art business is not going to be pleased by it. A random guy just came out of the blue and made more money in two months then they could ever imagine and that too by selling work that has been there for ages.
Well, one should never underestimate the stupidity of people in large groups, if you are in the business to make money well there is nothing wrong with making a quick buck earned on by other peoples stupidity. If you’re in it for the works well you need to stop thinking about who buys your work and for how much, the process of creating art should be full filling for you. If it isn’t well you really should find a side job or well go Thierry Guetta on the public and stop thinking about if it’s ‘art’ you’re creating and feed that stomach.
Overall it’s such an amazing thing to watch, personally I do hope it’s all a hoax created by bansky. It would just take it to a whole new level.
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