Tuesday, March 31, 2009

He wanted me to become his Bhabhi

Yea it’s weird but it happened. Don’t know why and how.

Khair I have decided to speak it out so that my stomach gets released.

It’s been three years that I am working in the same organization. This place is very dynamic in nature. Dynamic work and dynamic people who keep on changing every second. In these people there is an amazing guy who is top of everyone in every thing. He is almost 15 years senior to me. He is happened to be against everyone by default, means not for any sure reasons. He does not lie in anyone’s good book. It was disclosed to me when the time of my confirmation came that he was also against me. He tried a lot to impede not only my confirmation but also the two of my friends’ working here. We even got the termination letter which was further suspended by the President himself. Later president confirmed us calling explanation of all such basters involved in this case.

Khair it was the long story. But I want to make it very clear that we have had very cold relationship. It’s in my nature not to interfere in others’ affairs and to confine myself in my own boundary. But he tried a lot to confront me at all level and made a lot of baseless complaints against me (It came into my knowledge after a long time). Although I was not called for any explanation even for a single time. He is very rigid in his views about females especially working ladies. He is used to taunt female colleagues khullam khulla.

Just three months back, he suddenly became very polite to me. He started saying hello-hi (we were not on hello-hi terms). He started trying to discuss any thing with me. More shockingly, he started appreciating my attitude and my working at all fronts. Like: ‘she is very nice. She is sincere to her work’. Even he said: ‘She knows that sometimes I got harsh on her but she always dealt me respectfully. She never said NO to any work I assigned her’. And each time I was there with my statement ‘that’s what I am paid for’. (Nahi tu I wanted to fix your skull). He added; ‘itni achi bachi hai I am observing her since the beginning and I never saw any thing objectionable in her’. I might have heart attack on this statement.

Then he started saying that we should start family terms, and that we should visit each others’ homes, etc etc. I smartly ignored all of his suggestions and kept on my cold behavior. Once he asked my home address and told him pretty vague that he would have been lost if he ever followed it. After all these fruitless efforts, he finally contacted one of my senior female colleagues and put his case in her court.

He had sent his brother’s proposal for me. I didn’t understand what he had actually thought of me that I would forget every thing and would be fainted with joy on such a big opportunity. Damn it!!

My colleague convinced me to think about it. His brother might be different from him as he is well educated, in fact foreign qualified, and (he asked my colleague to present his brother’s qualification boastfully), on good government job.

I forgot to tell one of his hobby that is peeri mureedi. He is very much involved in taweez gandas. I heard him threatening some of the colleagues ‘tum tu meri aik phoonk ki maar ho dekhna aik hi amal se seedha kar dun ga’. And I heard that his family is also attached with some peers.

I discussed it with my mother and put the entire scenario in front of her. She refused it and advised me to stay away from him. Although I had already conveyed him my refusal.

So the matter was closed as what I thought.

He remained angry and threw some furious looks for sometime. He was transferred to another department after committing some misconduct. I thanked God that story was over.

But I don’t know what has come in his mind now as he has again started hello-hi. Despite of my very cold and rough behavior, he still comes and asks my haal chaal. Sometimes I feel like he comes for some ‘phoonks’.

I am very scared kahein mijhay mana hi naa lay :P

No one knows in office about this. I am bit scared what he would have told others about the whole story after giving a heavy buttering dose. He’s expert in exaggeration.

Any suggestion to cope with this problem!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Tip for running three miles a day

I ran three miles today. Finally I said, "Lady take your purse."


Emo Phillips

Saturday, March 28, 2009

'Show me the meaning' by Backstreet Boys

I am not that crazy about music. But it's been 8 yrs and so, this song is still alive in my song list:

Show me the meaning of being lonely
So many words for the broken heart
It's hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
Walk with me, and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart

Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze upon me
Guilty roads to an endless love (endless love)
There's no control
Are you with me now?
Your every wish will be done
They tell me

There's nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body, and soul
How can it be
You're asking me
To feel the things you never show

You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I can't be there where you are

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Letter to Mr. Khaled Hosseini - Author 'The Kite Runner'





Mr. Khaled Hosseini
Author,
The Kite Runner,
USA.

Subject: The Kite Runner - An Exaggerated Drama

Dear Mr. Hosseini,

It is to inform you that I have recently gone through your Novel 'The Kite Runner'. I really appreciate your efforts to write such a great Novel which is happened to be a big hit. I understand that people do have their own reasons to like it and those guys who have made a film on it must have found someting extraordinary in it. But after reading it, I am unable to find out that 'wow' factor. I feel like you have ruined the whole momentum with your own pen.

I am not saying that it is a bad written novel. It is really a remarkable piece of literature. I can also understand how much it is difficult to write more than 500 pages and to drag the story till the 500th page while you can finish it on 25oth page. I can understand the pressure of your publishers. They are such morons.

I can also understand that you are an Asian who are happened to be more emotional and dramatic than people living out of Aisa.

But honestly speaking, there was no need to create such a big drama. Everything was going fine, I mean incredible, till the return of Amir from USA. But the secrets that Rahim Khan discloses to Amir are seemed to me like a litte over-writing stuff. As some actors in subcontinent like Shah Rukh Khan are used to do over-acting, you give the impression of over-writing. I would have still liked it if you do not show that Hassan is Amir's half brother. No need of that. If you were struck with another story before finishing this novel, you may write another novel for it. You have just broken the whole magic of the novel. But I still like it. It's an interesting and appealing Novel.

Next time, do not try to be an Over-writer like Shah Rukh Khan (an over actor).

Keep the good work on.

With regards bhabhi ko salam,

Your sincerely,

RebellionCrap :)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I wish...

I just wish to lie down on one of the benches and see the falling of leaves. The leaves will soon be dried and will scream when anyone steps on them. They actually mourn on how they have to leave the branches. It is always difficult to abscond from your roots.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Gur walay chawal

Since someone had reminded me gur walay chawal, I was dying to eat them. My mother does not make sweet dishes good (sorry mum u know I am blunt). So each time, I have to make effort for sweet dishes. Some times I think that she intentionally does so for forcing me to enter the kitchen. Anyhow, I was not in mood of cooking. I wanted to enjoy ready -made gur walay chawal (I doubt if any hotel serves them). I requested phupho whose specialty is gur walay chawal (according to papa) to make them for me. I was begging her and she was convincing me to cook them myself. I was about to win in this argument when papa reached there. I became silent suddenly as I know that he likes gur walay chawal alot and he would also insist me too for cooking. Only phupho was happy as she got another supporter. When she started telling him the whole story, I found it safe to ask her the recipe. I listened the recipe carefully assuring myself that I wont miss any thing.

So when I reached home yesterday from office, all ingredients were waiting for me in the kitchen. And papa was saying 'beta cheezien zaia hi karo gi, Phupho ko hi dey ao bananay k liay'. It struck my ego and self respect and I said confidently 'ye banana koi mushkil nai hein aur aik do dafa kharab karun gi tu hi bananay aien gay'. So I moved on.

There was no written recipe and I was over confident that I wont forget any thing and any step. The most difficult thing for me always is to go through the dirty rice. Papa never bring the packed cleaned rice. Mom always cleans them for me. I feel it wastage of time to investigate each dana. But yesterday mom refused to clean them by saying 'aglay ghar ja kar kiya gulam rakho gi chawal chunanay k liaye' . Me” 'tu aap hi jahez mai do teen boriyan de dena naa achi terhan chunn kar'. Mom: 'Dheet kahein ki, khud karo'. So I had to do each and every thing by myself, no external help. Measure the quantity of required water, melted gur in it, cleaned rice and poured rice in the boiled gur walay water. Every thing was going well. Water was about to dry when I realized that I forgot to pour oil. Oh shit. I cursed myself for missing such an important ingredient. I switched of the stove and took two three rounds in kitchen in nervousness. Mom called from the room 'dam par rakh diye?' Me: 'bas rakhnay lagi hoon'., Two three ideas came into my mind to handle the situation. One to pour the oil on the rice now; second to stir the oil first with cardamom (which I also forgot hehehe) and then pour it into the rice. I went with the second one. During the implementation of my plan, water in rice went almost dried. I poured the stirred oil in it and tried to mix it all without smashing the rice but all in vain. Rice turned out to be ghuppa aur some thing like paphpa. I put them for dum and waited 15 minutes. I did not want to uncover them but had to. They turned out to be very loving rice hugging with each other so tightly. I had to put effort like a zalim smaaj to split them from each other. Taste was not bad, although sugar was lesser and color was also little dim. I wished to hide them that papa and bhai could not reach them. But I found it hard to hide such a big daigcha. I wished papa would forget to ask about rice but my all wishes do not come true. Papa came straight from office to kitchen asking 'kiya bana?'. And I slipped from the kitchen saying 'ban gaye hein mai zara abhi ati hoon'. At night Papa gave me Rs. 10/- for making such delicious gur walay chawal. I was shocked and tried to guess from his face was he making my fun or he was serious. He is used to appreciate the worstest things I cook just for my encouragement. But his repeatedly plate refilling showed me that he was damn serious. Ignoring my requests, he also sent a bowl to Phophu also. I kept the ten-rupee note carefully with the beautiful notion that someday I would turn to be best in cooking.

Do you like Gur walay chawal?

Monday, March 16, 2009

Snatch a view









Damn! I couldn't get any pic of Imran Khan, the great Leader ;p

Morning Comes After Night

After months of political chaos, the crisis came to an end with the reinstatement of sacked Chief Justice of Pakistan. I hope that the remaining matters would also be settled down easily and calmly.

I'd never seen such a huge crowd of people gathered for one objective. People from all the parties were there. And I am happy that I am alive to experience the joy of this memorable moment.

I cannot explain in words how much people are happy. The jubilation around is wonderful. It is amazing to see how a single decision of President has brought everyone and everything at ease. People are congratulationg each other. Sweets are being distributd.

We did not mind staying in front of TV sets for live coverage. We could not sleep till the PM announced the restoration of CJ.

I prayed alot for things to be settled without any violence. We were not in position to face another May 12. Thank God, there were no casuality, no bomb and no violence (except minor shelling and tear gas. The sincere struggle of lawyers and political parties borne sweet fruits.

I hope today's historical sunrise brings peace and justice in the country. Ameen

Friday, March 13, 2009

Are we going to experience another Martial Law?

Two weeks back, in a meeting, we had a renowned PPP’s leader who was the Ex president of Punjab People’s Party also. He was considered a close friend of Bibi also. He was very active when Bibi was alive but Zardari has put them on thudday line or they might have spared themselves from the newly formed PPP. He is also the former President of our Org. We have a nice hello-hi. I never heard him saying any thing against PPP even after Bibi. He used to defend his party everywhere.

He was sitting next to me. Informal discussion started after the meeting. An old lady came from the back and sat near that PPP figure. They seemed good friends. They started talking with a very lower volume. I naturally tried to hear what they were talking about. Nahi nai mai dusrun ki batein chori se nai sunn rahi thi he knew that I was listening him.

The Lady: How is the politics of Pakistan going?
He: devastating
I was shocked
She: what about your party?
He: what party your are talking about? There is no PPP on the scene. It’s a new party now.
She: you are right. I was not expecting what zardari is doing.
He: You can’t imagine how much worse the situation is. Las night I dreamed that Army took over the country. I am still frightened. You never know what would come in very near future.

He said many things about PPP’s new leadership and the rapidly devastating condition of Pakistan. I couldn’t bear much.

I am really disappointed. It seems that we do not deserve democracy. Our democratically elected leaders cannot run the country. Why we always need Army to handle the bad situation? Why? I don’t want another Martial Law. No no…….

Whether it’s democratic government or a Martial Law, each time our country had to suffer and still suffering. Can anyone save the democracy?

Monday, March 9, 2009

Women's Day Special

I thought a lot what special should I write for the Women’s Day. It should have been meaningful and purposeful. But what it should be? Didn’t get any thing worthy to write upon. I don’t exactly know what I am going to write now.

Why does the world celebrate women’s day? Would celebrating a specific day for women change the condition of women, especially women of under developed or developing countries? Would this day help us in getting our due respect and rights? Has the number of abandoned and distraught parents been decreased after celebrating Mother and Father’s days?

Nothing would change unless and until people change their mindsets, their perceptions and their way of thinking. The hardest thing is to change the perception of the people. But change is persistent. Sooner or later people’s thinking towards women would change. It has already been changed but much more change is required.

I still remember an incident and I think it would remain glued to me forever. In our organization, we almost have 140 males and just 12 females staff members. Sometimes, we females feel that we are being suppressed by our male colleagues. They intentionally try to exploit us. They always jump in front of us while they see us going forward. Many of us including me were very upset, as we were not getting our due recognition. I myself felt and still feeling that most of the men do not digest women coming in front line. They do not leave any single chance to show women how much stupid they are and that they always put foolish ideas. And the same idea is considered best if it comes from any of their male counter part. They expect women to work behind them proving that there is always a woman behind every successful man. They think that they would do justice when they mention the woman behind them in the end.

The most interesting thing is that such conflicts never come in front of any one. They remain hidden and are not given any importance. People just take it for granted. Khair conflicts between men and women staff members were getting worse. A meeting was called to solve the conflicts between few colleagues (not between men and women). At the end, the head asked if some one else had any issue to be discussed. He saw everyone and I found myself raising my hand. I don’t exactly remember what I had said but my fellows told me later that it was an emotional speech. I just remember few lines: “To open door for women and letting them enter first and to empty your chair for women is not the standard of respecting women. We appreciate if you do it for us but we will be more than thankful when you recognize our work and efforts too. We females consider it more than worth when male colleagues appreciate our work and ideas as they do for their fellows”. That was my main context. I cannot explain the facial variations of my male colleagues.

After the meeting, they decided to boycott me socially. They started lobbying worse against us especially against me. They thought and still think that they regard women a lot and that I had some issues with one of them but I had criticized everyone. And that I should have discussed the issue with that specific person personally but not in the meeting. I (and my poor fellows) had to face severe propaganda. I might be wrong in my views but I spoke as a representative of all women. The interesting point was that they did not find themselves wrong in any case. The most cowardice of them was that they did not dare to talk to me directly during and after the meeting. Dar gaye shaid ……

There are some girls who enjoy men’s company more than women’s (it’s a fact OK). We are blessed with such a precious girl. All females were on my side after the meeting and she alone was in the male compartment. Hahahaha and she is still their biggest sympathizer. Although men do not leave any chance of hitting her too.

Khair it was all-discouraging but I got much strength emotionally and morally after that. I learnt how to present yourself and how to fight for your rights. No one would come for your help; you would have to take stand for yourself. The management has done some reforms which are really meant for our betterment. The crux of the story is how could the condition of women change until or unless men consider that women are in distress.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Dear Frankie


Last night, I watched a movie after a very long time. It was ‘Dear Frankie’. It’s nice and simple movie. The story was of a single mother Lizzie and her nine year old son Frankie who is deaf by birth. Lizzie is constantly moving from town to town with her son and her mother Nell escaping from her husband who is happened to be an abusive man.

Wanting to protect her deaf son from the truth that they've run away from his father, Lizzie has invented a story that he is away at sea on the HMS Accra. Every few weeks, Lizzie writes Frankie a make-believe letter from his father, telling of his adventures in exotic lands. As Frankie tracks the ship's progress around the globe, he discovers that it is due to dock in his hometown. He bets hi friend that his father would come to see his football match thinking that his father’s ship would dock his home town in those days. He also writes a letter to his father about it. Lizzie collects the Frankie’s letter from the post office and gets very upsets about it. The Ship is going to dock there for just a day. She does not want to disappoint Frankie and embarrass in front of his friends. She hires a handsome and good looking man for playing the role of Frankie’s dad for just a single day. The stranger spends one day on Lizzie’s request and other day on his own wish. These two days make the life of Frankie heaven. Frankie gets so much attached to him that he cries when the stranger leaves.

On the other hand, Frankie’s real father who is counting his last breaths and contacts Lizzie and requests her to bring Frankie. She refuses and just sends Frankie’s pic. His real father dies the other day. Lizzie gets very upset and feels guilty on what she has done to Frankie. She thinks of telling Frankie the real story. But she cannot tell him the whole story and just tells him that his father has died of sudden sickness. After few days, she collects Frankie’s letter from the Post office. She comes to know that Frankie knows the real story and that he loves the stranger so much and that he wants him to stay with them forever. Bara hi siyana bacha tha ans. While on the other side, Lizzie also feels some ‘Kuch kuch hota hai feeling’. The movie ends here showing both mother and son sitting on the beach without stranger. But I hope he would join them later. So a happy end.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Secret Sun


Meet me by the sea again
Past the point the shoreline bends
Where the sand is soft and warm
And hangs upon your golden arm
And time won’t move at all
We were once the only ones
Who knew of the secret sun
Shining down where no one goes
In a place that no one knows
And time won’t move at all
And time won’t move at all
Many lives have come between
You and me, the secret scene
But back there in the orange light
There’ll be no fear of the night
And time won’t move at all
And time won’t move at all


I heard this song in Dear Frankie n loved it.

Disqualifying a disqaulified person

Just a simple question; who's qualified enough to contest in the election in Pakistan?
Are those people qualified who are currently running the country?

Yesterday a guy on BBC was telling that the decision is highly politicized and the detail of the verdict has not been releases yet. They had doubt regarding the decisions.

Despite all the charges which Sharif brothers have been faced in this case, where are their other corruption charges? No one has ever faced the complete sentence in corruption charges. One party comes in power and starts on the other party on corruption allegations. Then other party comes and repeats the practice. What the hell they are doing? When will we have the free judiciary to get us rid from all these culprits?

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Salute to Pakistan Police


In our country, Police department is always considered a disrespectful and the most corrupted institution. But the reality on ground is that it is the police department who always faces the major loss in any incident. With such tiny pays and the burden of their whole families, they come out with their lives on their hands.

In the terrorist attack on Sri Lankan cricket team, police officers on duty did whatever best they could do. I salute all of them who have lost their lives and those who got injured.

May Allah rest the souls of the martyrs in peace and give the strength to their families.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Sri Lankans! We are sorry.

The day was started with very sad and heartbreaking news that some terrorists attacked the Sri Lankan team with automatic weapons, rocket launcher and hand grenades. It is learnt that some players got injured too. I can tell you how much I remained disturbed the whole day. I couldn’t even take my lunch, remained praying to Allah that the injured players would survive.

I myself feel embarrassed on this incident. Sri Lankan cricket team is the only team who took the chance to come in Pakistan. Everyone had refused to come over there. But they came second time also to play with us. Cricket lovers were very happy. But unfortunately, some terrorists have destroyed already damaged image of Pakistan.

Sri Lankans! We are very sorry and embarrassed on what have happened today. I know the word sorry cannot cure the terror and pain which you people have faced today. But think that the wound which we have gotten is more severe and deep and it could hardly be filled. I think we have lost every thing in this incident.

May Allah bless you and make things be right in Pakistan too. Ameen.

Bari Ammi

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