Dylan aur Dharkhan!

Bob Dylan wearing Panama hat, enuf said! - mic drop -
Source: http://www.channel24.co.za/

Mid life no wife, still single none to mingle, bad finances no fiance, social quagmire none to admire... may be i am asexual! or there isn't a girl around me who'd like to proudly claim, 'My man is a loser!' well post-marriage is a separate story because after she owns 'his' ring, its 'her' prerogative to abuse and misuse.
Though at my end of the deal, well its really depressing, where Socrates said, get married, if successful, a happy man, if not, then a philosopher! Well, i am not, yet i am philosopher. So how worse can it get!
With two twenty million people living in Pakistan, limited resource, and ever limited opportunities, how does one aspire! banda apnay gham roye ya dosrou kay
So there is a race, you be a part of it or not, its the storm that is going to engulf you anyway. Every choice you make, will and does matter. Even that help you tried to give to a girl your friends tried to get you out of thinking about, though, while you did it, you were self-talking about 'how humans have complex delusions about their existence' and 'larger than life destiny' ... shall have a consequence of an awkward moment, for the least! Practically every action and inaction has a consequence.
But knowing that i am living in times like these, i feel helpless because i am! believe it or not, headlines tell the same stories, you scratch my back, i scratch yours, convicting a PM in the past (Gillani) got us nowhere and getting PM Sharif will also get us no where either(in case it happens). Powerful will always be able undermine the rights of the undermined, no matter what, no matter how. This is how the world has been like and no dream of a socialist marxist can change this. Those who are in position to control and influence will go back and forth to gain and regain their chairs at the halls of untouchables!
But it isn't all bad, to live and survive this life, try to woo her or shoo her, try to do something! chahaye clicktivism hi ho, as Bob Dylan says, you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone!
Thus, while trying to move around, i just wrote this on a sunday which i felt was an eventless day so far, except for Manchester United winning the EFL cup! All Hail Ibra!! GGMU!

P.s. 

 aap ki nazaaroun nay samjha wrath kay kabil humain

dil ki ah dharkhan tehar ja, mil gayi tension mujhe 

Smoker aur Sotay!

Source: themoscowtimes.com

The government is pondering upon banning cigarettes for the humans born after 2015, though in Russia, but imagine if it was this land of the pure, in its place. Well, cocaine, marijuana, charash, amphetamine and alcohol, are already banned in this land of the pure, but ubiquitous in schools and universities of Islamabad(my government says). What I foresee is, 25 years from now, the apex committee of this country will be discussing the underground mafia selling cigarettes in a top university. Some Professor, nay I say, has had a stock of old tobacco, unadulterated and high nicotine content $#!^, saved up for this time since 2017. The pile gets raided.
Probably, this is ruining our generation, and this downfall of our country is attributed to it. The 50 year old syllabus, instrument-less labs and 0.1% budget allocated to education has nothing to do with the ever falling standards, the ministry is very serious about monitoring these standards, while 10 more universities have been banned. What a bright future there is in this land of pure.
The kids will not know about the legend of Shoaib Akhtar, but they will feel they do know, how it is like standing on a pitch, wearing no protection, facing the world's own fastest bowler running towards oneself, to beat one's eggs. Ahhh! them feels. No jobs, no economy, no future and high competition. Love will definitely be having a hard time to survive. Social media bomb will have exploded by then.
But lets come back to the present!
I am a threatened specie, a left wing male who writes satire on this blog, yet I shall say a saulah anay ki baat, without fearing for my life. Ever since I have taken up consciousness in this country, I have been told by 'my government' what is right and what is wrong. Not to mention, my government has always wanted me to believe that its survival was my survival. My government was the only thing that can build a future for me, and still is, according to it. The economy drives and multi-national projects, its taking up will change everything in future.
Yani zamana aisay badlay ga, keh, jo bolo gay, millay ga! jaisay sala, sab kuch apnay baap ka maal ho!(Meaning, the times will change like, you will get whatever you can wish for, as if its your daddy's)
Yet, no matter, what they did, how they did it, nothing was like it was as if, my daddy's.
Cigarettes are part of an industry that has been covered very well for most of the time in this world, ever since its conception. Placing tax on it was not to discourage the smoker, but to get the portion of the profits, similar to the tax you have on your salary, in the name of 'income tax'. Whether, it should be banned or not. I wont go into that discussion, every person for oneself, if you hate it don't use it, if you like it, use it, don't abuse it! Please! it can kill, like every other thing in this life of yours!
What I wish to remind, is of the hypocrisy of my government, and every other government, and its tendency to curb public enthusiasm, when an element is not profiteering in the right way.
Nonetheless, it will be interesting to see such a ban, when there are billions at stake, with thousands of jobs, export and import plus advertising. This can, definitely change the world we have came in to, if the ban ever happens, though, it will make no difference.

P.s.  ay ta'ir-e-lahooti uss sotay say pizza acha,

jis sotay say na ati ho qoumi kazanay mein kamaii.

(oh heavenly bird, a pizza is better than a cigarette, 

a cigarette that does not fills belly of national treasury)

Biosafety aur Bimaar!

First Information Report for the desk of Intellectual Police Station biosafety branch subcontinent.

Recently an increasing spread has been observed of an endemic. The highly contagious strain of multi-book resistant Inferiomonas complexia,and Superiomonas complexia is spreading in full swing, yet again in the local population. The symptoms from the prevalence of this infectious disease are, holding of core desi clichés as personal views, such as

• If a woman is 30 or a man is 36, and unmarried! They have wasted human machinery and not served one sole purpose of their life!
• A girl is born to cook, clean, get a rich husband, 4 kids! Repeat!
• Real man does not use lotion.
• Mard ko dard nahi hota!
• Sab contrupt hai, bas aik hum theek hai
• Conspiracy, Conspiracy, Conspiracy, the world is conspiring against our holy cow of a tradition.
• Meray saat bohat nainsafi howi hai!
• Yeh sab paisay ki game hai!
• Piece bara tait hai!
• Aslam sahab jaisa bara sa bangla hona zarori hai, iss liye apnay bachoun ko sarkari school mein parha kar bachat karo
• Yaar uski/uska dosti kitni/kitna HOT hai!! 'kash!?' makes a mental note
• That peon's son must be so jealous of my 21 grade father's fortune and fate!
• Agar uss nay Agha Noor say aik jora liya hai to mein dou lou gi
• I am praise worthy, worship me when at rest and applaud me when in action Etc..

The predisposing factors include a well read English medium educated masters degree holding human, of whom education was not able to disconcert the desi patriotic-ky pessimism. Differential diagnosis include two faced person syndrome, dual standarhiea, and snake feel. Currently, there are no available indigenous treatment guidelines and there is an unavailability of cure, too. Thus, one with a sane mind and a bright future should practice preventive measures by staying out of the reach of such super bugs. You can encounter such a case, at home as well as abroad, so be careful and stay safe. 

p.s. so jahan bhi aisa bimaar insan millay.... wahan say zinda bhaag jao! Because, though, you can’t always get what you want, but you definitely can get Inferiomonas complexia or Superiomonas complexia, even if you don’t want to.

Life aur Log!

somewhere on earth, in memory of those who thought about their rights

In sickness, a man can be transported to his childhood. Wrapped, immobile and stuck to his chair. And when life hands him sickness, he writes while hearing to atomic by blondie. He reflects on this year, the greatest year of his blogging and reading, till date.
The life from the view of maturity of past three decades has taught me no wisdom. I have watched more than what I can understand. Met more people than I could bear. And failed more than I ever wished to sustain. The world is messier by the day, as it passes and my observation gets fits.
Religion, science and philosophy, have failed not due to their incapacity but due to the fear of change and love for ignorance, of the mankind. We are still barbarians dressed in expensive clothes at our convenience. The acts are nothing but tools for self preservation. And in that I have failed miserably. I have constructed the one of the most incompatible human of myself in this land of the pure. The hope of my salvation may be beyond the saints of the holy. But I know, that I don't know. Logic has annihilated all pleasures, yet my snow capped barren lands are soaked in dreams of them.
As for the Noah's arc, well there is no doubt (99% statistically speaking) that it is doomed. With the current gene pool and its inability to understand the prospects of technology change with its short attention span, is like a wedge, meant to be hit at ones own feet. Individuals are losing what they never had. Through the past centuries we have improvised our own disaster.
Life is .... what you define it to be. You can divorce everything from your life except for the world that affects it. And house always wins. Losing is the only constant(plus drugs, prescription and non-prescribed) unless you are not too feely neely about it. But life is definitely not love! neither a carrot! those definitions just makes the world more obsessive. Probably life is close to a charity, where you get looted by default.
Truth is we all are children till the very end. The relativity, is in the hope that we are robbed off, by our own knowledge. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, for all worlds out here and there, misery, is a beauty, try appreciating it, may be its the life. The status quo of preconceived principles of man and woman society is a bogus lie. You will die for nothing from newtonian education system of school to university, the newer world's working and earning, reproducing and breeding those offsprings, all just to prepare to die in the end because it is a lie! This world is a chaos and will  always be. And there is no such thing as winning! the world pays and wins! mankind just dies.
And while I end, I am listening to Time to pretend by MGMT, you can go traveling the world watching some cradle groined hemispherical painted marble quadripartite vault arches made to commemorate those who sacrificed their lives to think. What an irony! Where is wisdom?

p.s. Here are a few verses from poetry of Munir Niazi:

Kuj ounj vi rawa okhiya saan

Kuj gallan vich gaum da touq vi ci

Kuj shehr dey log vi zalim saan

Kuj sanu vi marn da shouq vi ci

Sentiments aur Sarkar!

This is an addendum to the previous published post at Nation Blog (http://nation.com.pk/blogs/17-Nov-2016/being-concerned-about-the-working-middle-and-lower-classes-on-both-sides-of-the-border-is-not-a)

Later, in essence of the continuation of this war on poverty especially, India boycotted SAARC summit on 'ANTI-CORRUPTION' along Afghanistan! to their own convenience. As if South Asia was about to audit their french war plane deal. While, interestingly Pakistan planned attending 'Heart of Asia' Conference in India, as to ensure none is left, which ironically is on Afghanistan. And none of the parties were disappointed (pun intended)  

Source; Samaa.tv

Banning films here and having film-stars banned in India is not some knee jerk reaction but indicator for lack of foresight. Two months ago, the previously infamous film 'Ae dil hai muskil' got release in Indian cinema. Last month, 'Dear Zindagi' got its release, featuring Ali Zafar, with one of his most commendable performance. And next month, 'Raees' is due for a release, featuring Mahira Khan, so, as they say third time's a charm, who knows! (peace may get a leg broken till then)  The fiasco surrounding these films, perfectly hint at the hypocrisy and shallowness of cultural policies of both countries. The 6% Indian content on Radio services and Indian films in cinemas are voluntarily banned by Pakistani Authorities and Associations alike, as a reciprocation of the announcement by Indian Film makers for banning Pakistani artists and refusal to further work with them in future. The rhetoric behind it is, the 'larger interest of the sentiments of the people' (as if they ever cared, till it hits the profits). Art and education are tools for peace, thus, should never be hung on walls!

Source: IndianExpress.com

Recent skirmishes on border changed newsrooms into war rooms! As the profits are to be scavengered in times when peace is most needed. I only hope that the drama that runs on general media and social media is taken as such and not as impulse for adverse action by the men at helm.
And let me reemphasize! I am standing for the common man that suffers on both sides of the border and has suffered because of this decayed 70 years of nationalistic jingoism by both states! Its time to get over it!

P.s. Ab Ki Baar Aman Sarkar!! 

Idiot aur Idhar!

You know that real feeling, when you feel like an idiot. To do what you should not do but you got to do it. YOU HATE IT! BUT YOU GOT TO DO IT!

It is an existential question, am I alive?  If yes then what is it to be alive, like? Is it the struggles in life or the individual moments that matter more? For me, I am not sure. I don't know what living a life is like. The things people talk about living the life to the fullest, seem like an alien concept. I know, I live in this "world" that is shared with 6 or 7 billion people, and if there is a fate that's hanging in balance then its not just mine. I like to read but pessimistically speaking it does not fill the stomach. More or less, what we ever achieve in our life is more to do with the opportunities we get. Though, the innuendo of choosing between living or struggling is an ambiguous turn of events. The world out there, perceives you by its own standards and I mean people! They can add any adjective to your personality and you can be sensitive about it. Or you can just be sensitive to extension of your own invention, like I am, as in what kind of a son was I suppose to be for my parents? what kind of a profession or class was I suppose to attain for my dreaming childhood?

The other aspect to life is self expression and recognition. By hook or crook, now that you are in this world, what am I suppose to do? Its a little complex from where I see it all. You can either start out as a creative person with inhibitions and impulse, or you can be a follower of the status quo, more like, go with the flow. Though, realistically its a combination of both in bits and pieces. If you are lucky, you can be pragmatic enough to do the right things at the right time.

The major hindrance in the community that I live is, there is no real self-conscience! much of this can be attributed to the competition of overpopulated society where everyone is pushing off the waves so that they, perceptibly, do not sink like a stone. And there is some real lack of intellectual empathy. You have here, basically whats considered as a metaphorical herd of sheep. I myself am clueless, of how to 'be' in this community and thus, truly feel like an idiot! And much of want I do, is mostly what I hate!

Apparently, idhar ka locha hi kuch aur hai! life will end, but truth will be what no one can comprehend.

P.s. So on this lovely Sunday morning, I am leaving you with my creative output and something from truck art, explaining providence destiny, making me feel like an even bigger idiot sitting idhar...

na koi kisi say durr hota hai na koi kisi kay kareeb hota hai

pyar khud chal kar ata jab koi kisi ka naseeb hota hai

Millennials aur Mela!

Disclaimer: I am practicing freedom of speech and I hope the principle may not be departed in interest, violation or instigation of its holy preservations. 
Brief: Word millennials is referred to those born in 80s and 90s

The current government has done a favour to the millennials by a series of actions ever since it came into power. The politics of 90s that gave this profession a bad name, is back! PTI has been acting like it always does and PMLN has shown its draconian colours.
Thanks to General sahib for letting this madness prevail, or else the ruckus by the two would have already brought on a martial law on us, in case of previous tenures.
And the mass media here in this country, as always, is cashing in, with state sponsored advertisement at one end and implication of colluding with the enemy directives on the other end. The news channels have pretty much fallen on their own feet in reporting the 'reality'. And well, the paper news is not any better either. Here is a short Ted talk by a creative thinker, who illustrates how they (media) determine the version of truth for masses and the classes of reporting that are used:

The current crack down to avoid lockdown is not something that could not be foresighted. The fact that last night officials confused section 144 with curfew, has led to inordinate force launched on political workers and instigating a sense of haste and unease. Aur yeh to sirf trailer tha!

Source: geo.tv

I don’t like to revise the claims and blames against PMLN but its not rocket science to see the past and understand the basic nature of decision making at its helm. The 90s government was marred with abuse of power, unconstitutional rule, miscarriage of justice, encroachment on freedom of press, corruptions at high ends, commission and kickbacks in large projects, lies propagated by public offices, anointing plots and special posts, implication with anti-nationals, exploiting of religion, giving air to sectarianism and hatred, devising economic policies leading to default, criminalizing politicians, politicking crime, excessive undue taxation, tax evasion, loan defaulting, excessive life style with palace-like residence, subversion of independent institution like judiciary and press, confused cultural and social policies, and autocrat provincial governance.  So, folks here we go again! or here we are!?!
Another problem is the perception of who is right or who is wrong.
Well the government should have a look at Gali-e-Dastoor and try judging its action. This is the constitution lane recently inaugurated in Parliament symbolizing : ‘important yet most neglected aspects of Pakistan’s history!’. Look at the fountain courtyard that symbolizes the country’s people it’s driving force! And both parties should look at its black patches(symbolizing martial law)  and take a moment to feel the fiascos of past!

Source: senate.gov.pk

So, what do millennials think of all this, in Pakistan?
As millennials in this country, we have seen the dictatorship of Musharraf and the democracy of Zardari and Sharifs. Our generation has not stood up against the military regimes but learned to stand against plutocracy-cum-democracy of autocratic regime. I am not sure if that is the right direction we have taken but it is the de facto we are destined, apparently. What-more, is the comparison of the two, are misleading to the understanding of our ancestors. The modernization and globalization have influenced us more than anything else, to our clerics' dismay.
We are ensorcelled by the definition of infatuation and right to choose marital partners. Our delectation is less associated with our education and more with finding joys in life. We idolize celebrities more and do less critical thinking, to the fancy of this oligarchy. We embrace that corruption is bearable if it suits you and objectionable if it does not favour you! We live in contradictions to the limit that we have become insensitive and indifferent to any injustice if it happens for the second time. This should raise alarm bells for the think-tank, for if the democracy is derailed in any circumstance, millennials might not be on-board to save it! Rather more occupied over their next lunch date!
To the fellow millennials I will admit that personally I hold no moral authority nor I wish to preach, but would request some leverage to remind us that being master of one trade is not worth it in today's world, be jack of most trades and master of few! Pragmatism ftw! Indeed we have been dealt like sheep by our ancestors but don't consider yourselves ready for being butchered! Think! Think! and Think! For what is happening out there is nothing new to the game, but our decipherment of the current scenario is integral for the future generations. We might not be able to apprehend the lance bearers of imbecility but we certainly can avert their progress.
In the view of the recent political tensions, it may not be wrong to say that unfortunately the curtains have fallen on Kashmir.
So how do you perceive these issues, as millennials? Please leave your feedback.
P.s. I will end on verse that I dedicate to fellow millennials for a song of a singer from across the border. Do reflect on it!

Dekho na saja yaha pe mela dil ka

Jin ko zaroori hai ke ho dil ka sauda

Country aur Chai-wala!

We all have listen to the Grimm tale where a princess kisses the frog and turns him into a prince....
Well folks, the social media publicizes 'rags to riches moments' of ordinary people with ordinary lives, and turn them into extraordinary by their own definition of choosing, to play the role of God.
We are getting crazy with this recent Chai-wala aka Hot-tea!

Source: facebook.com/Jiahsphotograph

This country needs to find some direction. Initially there was Qandeel Balouch, then Momina Mustehsan and now Arshad Khan. Are they going to be raised to the top, to be sacrificed by some satanic ritual?
The question is that will he be able to handle this new earned fame?
The fact that he is given a modelling contract over a chai-wala past puts in a comparison in the equation. Does this imply that its 'better' to be a model then a hard working tea maker? If yes, then this is a clear case of looking down on other chai-walas and demeaning their profession.
The fact that his 'green' eyes are attractive for the masses, is nothing but an extension of the complexion complex.It is a dangerous precedent for a gold standard per se, and what more but a depiction of a deep rooted eye colour complex held for ages in our society, leading to a much stronger suppression of self expression and building peer pressure to wear lens to go green for the sake of acceptance in a materialistic society.
The social media has proven once again, its mindless mental, where the sheep are led by a wolf-shepherd. A downright insult on the years of education. Education that should have led to a merited judgement and in itself served as a promotion of skilled people as real glamour.
Alas! apparently we are becoming a nation of trolls with nothing substantial to add to social media.
The problem lies with the growing materialism in our society, where we are insecure about our very existence not to just say appearance or pay-checks. The professions are merited on money. This leads to a chain of constant dissatisfaction and ultimately, depression. In a country where 34% of the population is already suffering from depression this is a dangerous trend to follow.
Being a university student I wanted to hear opinions from the bright and eager minds of tomorrow and this is what they had to say:

"Stop creating hype about chai wala, this is simply madness" - Faiqa, Undergrad

"Tumhay momina nahi milni, humain chaiwala nahi milna"' - Nabeeha, Undergrad

"People are wasting their time."- Ali, Undergrad

"Real issues like Kashmir are getting ignored, a chai-wala is getting hype" - Haroon, Undergrad

"Highly disappointed. Social media so badly flooded with this chai wala story! Is this where our country is going man? Since when beauty became talent? Grow up Pakistan!" - Gul e Maryam, Mphil Student

"Media needs an issue for publicity, this is something working in mutual benefit, though not in much sincerity, more like a 15 minutes to fame thingy" - Kamran, PhD scholar

"Poor man is attractive, why are we surprise? We have a multitude of issues in this country which need consideration then someone's green eyes and handsome features" - Junaid, PhD Scholar

In my view, every human being is beautiful but having said that there is no doubt that this current hype is going to go places and much further. Its better to use it to the positive and substantial benefit of the masses, and not to aggravate the prevalent pathos. Time will tell if its, trend or trash!

We should not be vectors of propounding materialistic trends and I am not referring to the class of logical version of materialists by Democritus here! Though, instead of being impertinent, one can always learn from his preference of discovering cause of nature over kingdom of Persia.

P.s. Here at Quaid i Azam University we have our own Bus-wala and Mochi-wala!! Increasing pride in our men or objectifying our men, all in the eyes of the beholder after all! nonetheless deriving glory out of triviality is never a good idea!

Source: facebook.com/QAUISBPK

Source: facebook.com/QAUISBPK

Classified aur Chill karo!

I am a soul. I have heart. It beats. I am a human. I breathe.

Sitting down under the light on this night, I purge myself off the feel that I get all quite too often.

I am a willfully alone man who has grown accustom to his loneliness.

I am a human and so I believe I am prone to adaptation. At times that adaptation can be against the nature of mankind as well.

These attenuated colloquies have made a culpable persona dependent on complaisance, proving ineffective. Classified into this diabolical person in the eye of my close friends, I too feel like a battledore and shuttlecock in medium of rich stupid. But I restrain myself off this ignis-fatuus, though one may be indocible still one feels like being cowed to such seduction. Indeed at the end of the day there is some element of dolorifuge.

My age is not just a number. Even if it sounds like a cliché, its true. My age is a combination of sad expectations and brutal but just, strikes by the reality. As a result, my age is a soul-engrave-badge of endurance towards letting down of almost everything that I ever kept dear to myself.

I don’t see a point in life, love, money, marriage, children, charm, fame or fortune.

There is this energy in me, that just makes me wonder, if its sacred? May be being up at this time of night, I am forced to exert myself to exertion. May be, the option of going into a sleep is just too comfortable that it irritates me to experience such pleasure.

Surely, I am depressed. Par chill karo yar, some day the forsaken diseases will come and consume me.

May be with no attachments, I am free to be selfishly miserable of all that goes away due to my voluntary inaction. May be this is the adaptation, tailor-made for me. That’s how wisdom numbs the soul off any contagious passion. May be this feeling is the new happiness.

To my friends I am dog in the manger, preaching graveled ode of the forlorn. I see the expression on their faces as if they smell some feigned hawker.

Coddling of their old theories of love and hate is nothing but a lifelong ague, like a legal appanage distributed at birth. Woo the world as if you are some luster on the ceiling. Preceding events will find such insecure in surfeit onto nuisance of necromancy.

So, edict the castrated while they can. But I choose to enforce my will till the very end of the last exhaled breath that spills the soul out of me. I shall not care for what I hold dear to myself, they are nothing but the scars on my face. They mark, not the age but the pains I can experience at a time.

So, while I leave you with this post, there is a change we shall embrace together, our indifference. The abundant shall rule but the oppressed will remain united. Welcome to my life.

Narcissism aur Nagawar!

Following post is work of satire, done to support our too-overly-proud friends.. we love you!

 

In this land of pure, you wake up every morning to fight with your fellow countrymen. Kuin kay kahi koi aap ko easy naa lay ley(so that no one takes you for granted) . Your breakfast represent the type of aggression you are going to put up. The mogul in your flesh is gonna put the BBQ on coal to every irritation, as it is some gasoline to fire.  Mind you, we are lesser mortals bearing numerous allergies, many acquired off recent happenings. That means, you can make me laugh on a joke yesterday and offend me for no reason off same joke today. 

Bahi mein dushmandaar banda nahi hou… par har kisi ko meray say koi masla hai(Dude! I am not a someone to put up a fight but everyone seems to have a problem with me). So, is it me or is it you? Everyone out there is in pursuit of holding grudges and get hold of them as soon as possible. At times, I just wonder how can I save myself off such frequent fall from the nazar(grace). Its impossible even if you give up your so-called integrity and be an all out people appeaser. It’s a mine field and you have way too many legs to save.

Every human seems to be like playing God-like size ego. The ambition seems to fall short of eternity of mortality and incapacity to understand the futility of such prowess. Hence, come the rage and the sensitivity to the feeling of failure to derive off authentic praise and respect. Bahi khud bhi zaleel ho aur khuahish dosaro ko zaleel karwanay ki hai(Dude! you are already humiliated and are wishing to get others humiliated as well). So, when your lack of success gets yet another recognition by you, its lunch time. Now, you can eat up your depression, with some oily curry emulsified with herbs and spiced with reality. 

By this time your job timing is off or your classes have ended, or whatever. You, pick up your battered self and look for some consolidation prize but alas, karki pari howi hai(poverty has struck now), times are hard, you are all on your own. 

So now you head home, reflecting on the day's debacles and fall-outs. Sit somewhere that gives you the nostalgic feel. Take a cup of brewed coffee or decocted green tea or milk tea, add some sugar, as per required. Do some self-talk. Make the punctured-flat ego, fat again!

If this is not enough for the narcissism of the day, call a close friend of yours and uss ki ahtema rool dou(shake the hell out of their spirit) by complaining about the 'nothings'. Make them embrace the world from your eye to the point kay uss ko bhi aap ki aaj ki dunya nagawar duzray(even to that person your today's world seem pervasively noxious). 

At last, when you are satisfied with sharing the burns with your society, go to sleep. Wake up to a new morning with the same ambition, belief and ego! The inferior world awaits you! Good luck!

P.s. If the world does not live up to your expectation, then remember this title of an old Pakistani film.. 'very good duniya(earth) very bad loag(people)' make it a tagline of you life... because its not you, its them.

Honour aur Himakat

A girl who is a daughter, is hope of a family, is the fight of decades, time can be the only historian who can tell what struggles culminate over the period of several years. If you are not in-lined with the lives of the common man you have to understand, life is a strange and bittersweet roller-coaster ride. In there, you shall find, the space for a whirl pool that is constantly in motion, in an abstract way, its the balance of given space. It is this, the girl.
As children of this society, we look up to our elders for wisdom. And because of this, nothing shakes our confidence in them than the very absence of that wisdom.
We had an academy award winning director covering the topic of honour killings and shedding a much needed light in to its roots. Laws have been generated through brainstorming. High profile celebrities have been victims of this. Yet, it fails to end its streak.
I may be an educated person, to know whats wrong. Else, if too educated, would have quoted Descartes, and emphasized to comply with the norms of society. But, may be I am too educated to be indifferent to either side. So, nor do I believe in honour neither in love, but all I believe in, is sanctity of life. I believe in peace knowing that this world is build on chaos and has been in it for ages.
Thank goodness, this media of our does not represent our society, which is hideous as it already is. Intolerance, undetected, has settled down in our rows, and will grow ever stronger world wide if the trends are to be believed. The sickness will grow ever so strong and the ways of man will change for the worse. The only real enemy here, is our 'ego'. Ironically, it is core of the current versions of love and honour.
The truth is that these are nothing but himakat and nothing else.
Society is already too decomposed and the macabre reality partakes it down the drain.
P.s. To start curing this disease, a mass psychiatric evaluation is needed. This will lead to diagnosis and then... only then... we can look for submission of its exact cure from the experts!