Thinking Mode

Think, think and think. This is the only thing which I can do right now. Sometimes I get lost in down deep thinking that I forget what I was thinking? :/ damn me

Geo: The Breaking News!!

Since yesterday morning, one news that remained 'Breaking News' and then be highlighted the whole weekend was the wedding news of Yasin Malik. Renowned Kashmiri freedom fighter and Chairman of JKLF tied knot with Mishaal Malik, daughter of Rehana Hussain, chief of the Muslim League (women’s wing). In each bulletin, interviews of groom and bride were aired with their family backgrounds and with their future promises.


I tried hard but failed to remember any Event of Kashmiris' that had gotton such publicity by GEO. Their hunger strikes, their black days, their rallies, the increasing number of their martyrs, miseries of their widows and orphans could not make eough space in Geo news. I think, after Sana's wedding, it was the most publicized pakistani wedding by GEO.

I Will Survive

This is a famous song of 70’s (com ‘on I am not that old) won numerous awards. Its singer, Gloria Gaynor, is known for this all time favourite disco number. It has often been used as an anthem of female empowerment, a gay anthem (now they need an anthem, wow), and HIV/AIDS awareness. I like its lyrics:


First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
Now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me

I am in love with my country

I was thinking to start up a blog about the attractions in Pakistan, but could not do it yet. Some thing is pinching me, don’t know exactly what’s it but I am sure most of the Pakistanis are going through this phase.

There is no parameter to measure one’s love for their country. You might say it a mere show off but I do need it at the moment. I love my country. I love it more than any thing else in my life. It runs in my blood. It gives me more strengthen with each breath. My eyes get brightened when I see little development in my country. My hearts start beating joyously when I see people roaming around with lovely lighters and lively smiles. The song, which our kids learn to sing at first, is our national anthem. My eyes get teary when I hear it. The roads, bridges, parks, schools, universities, mountains, lakes, trees, flowers, birds……what to say and what not, my country is full of loveable things. I love every bit of it. I don’t want it to lose at any cost. I simply want peace and freedom for everyone here here.

Then I think that people of Kashmir, Afghanistan, Palestine and Iraq would have been loved their countries. They would have been wished for peace and stability. But what have happened to them?

My heart starts bleeding when I hear how people are fighting with each other. How could they find satisfaction in killing their own people? Are they humans? Would their rule last forever? What they are leaving for the generations to come? They are just leaving orphans, widows and enemies who would surely kill their love ones afterwards.

We did never think how much a strong economy is essential for our survival. They have nothing to do if, God forbids, this country becomes defaulter. They need power. They need rule. They need blood. When this lust would come to end? I pray it will soon.

Bachay humaray ehad kay....

Scene: M (my lil niece) and I were watching a drama of starplus. I am not keen of watching these stupid dramas but she insisted me to watch it with her. In that drama, there was a girl slipped from the stairs and was crying with the pain.

She: l know what will happen next.
Me: really? Is it a repeated telecast?
She: no it’s not but I can guess what will be the next scene.
Me: what?
She: They will take her to the hospital. Doctor will take her to the operation theatre. After some time, he will come and say ‘congratulation it’s a baby boy’.
I got speechless. She is not supposed to say such big things.
Me: hmm….no baby. I think she got a fracture in her feet.
She: array nai khala I know naa. She would have a kaka. You will see it yourself………
Me: Let’s see……….
Although, there were no signs of any expected baby but still I begged to God that kaka would born in the next episode.
Doc came out of the theatre and announced that the injured girl had compound fracture and she will be alright after few hours.
I threw a victorious look on M.
Me: see!
She: yeah whatever
She remained silent for few minutes.
She: khala how does a baby come in the world?
Me: Angels bring them in the world in a floral basket. (I pronounced my long time learnt lesson)
She: Why do angels throw them in the hospitals?
Me: hmm……so that doctors can check them as they come from far away naa.
She: How do parents come to know that their baby is coming?
Me: Doctors told them
She: Do doctors have direct contact with Allah?
Me: might be…..let’s see cartoon network. (I tried to divert her attention but she seemed to be in deep thinking).
She: (after few seconds) khala tell me one more thing (ya Ellahi) why do mamas get ill when their babies come through angels?
(My math’s paper wasn’t difficult then)
Me: beta hmmmm……actually…….(A thought came to my mind that it wouldn’t be bad if I tell her all but I was afraid of her mother. She would surely kill me).
Me: When baby comes, doctors give injections and medicines to mother also which are meant to increase her energy so that she can handle her baby well. (How bogus I was sounding). You know how it becomes difficult to take care of a lil baby. (I tried to defend my bogus point).
She: yea you are right. (Pause) kiya injections kafi baray hotay hein?
Me: (*relief* it means she believed me) yes they are. Their sizes are usually to this and this (I showed her different sizes through my hands and arms)
She: itnay khala itnay tu animals ko lagtay hein (kuch zaida hogaya shaid)
Me: o baby I don’t know exactly naa. I just heard that…….
She: of course how would you know you don’t have even a single baby…..see my mom has two…..why don’t you contact any angel or doctor?
Me: hmmm……I can but then my babies would take every thing that I would want to gift you and they might take your stuff too.
She: (She got upset) oh yes just like B and U (her cousins) no no khala you make me your baby and what you are going to gift me as a wish on my up coming exams? (wow)
Me: ye kaunsa event hota hai jis par gift diya jaye?
She: hota hai naa……We started watching Tom n Jerry. And I thought my exam is over but…)
She: Khala can I have a little sister?
Me: Why not? Just pray to Allah but she will take your all things….(I threatened her)
She: I would love to share but no brother this time. Why don’t you ask my mom about it?
Me: Me? Why don’t you ask? You need a sis not me.
She: I asked her many times but she says ‘just pray’. I gave her an ultimatum of two months (two months) but she did not take it seriously.
Me: Ok I ll talk to her. WOuld you like to go for Ice cream?
She: yeahhhhh (She stood up happily)
Me: Let’s go then

Oh God! Plz do not put me in this situation again.

When you have a bad day

Yesterday was my badest day. It started showing itself since morning.

I lost my attendance card. I remained searching it the whole day but couldn’t find it yet.

Then an issue was raised that I did not tell R about the latest internal office memo. She was on leave when I received it with my bloody signature. Sign karnay ki kasoorwar ho gay mai tu. I put the memo in front of her two days back, she was supposed to read it and act accordingly but she didn’t. That was absolutely not my fault. Anyhow I don’t know what explanation she had made for this specific issue as she had many serious issues in her plate except this one.

Yesterday was my turn for lunch and I forgot it at home. After severe curses, Muni and Ta decided to go to Pizz Hut. We took the rickshaw at 1:00 pm and started towards nearest Pizza Hut. We did not know who the hell had told the rickshaw wala that we were on looong leave. He drove very slowly and stopped for CNG fill in, damn it. I was about to advise him for rickshaw wash also. We reached there at 1:30 pm and the distance was just of 10 min. It took few time for giving and serving our order. Anyhow it was served after 20 min after my passionate requests as ‘waiter bhai la do plz ab’. Khair pizza was really yummy. We were supposed to return at 2:00 pm but it was already 2. Muni said that we should halal our expensive pizza and suggested to inform the office that we were stuck in traffic. Ta did it and I also informed my section also.

We returned at 2:30 pm singing beautiful songs. Bryan Hunt had the meeting with our President yesterday. His convoy was coming out of the office gate when we reached there. We walked slowly towards the building suddenly I saw some suspicious people standing in parking:
I: ye President president sa nai lagta?
Ta: :Lagta nai ye hai hi President (she announced and hid behind the plants).
Muni: haye haye isko kiya tatleef hai abhi tak bahir khara hai
I: mai tu bahir ja rahi hoon itna badtameez sa hai aiwein hi sab k samnay class ho jaye (I went out of the gate).
Muni: Lets go in from the back gate.
I: I beg you God back gate hula ho
We reached the back gate and guards told us with a big smile that the gate was locked long time ago. We checked the basement gate which was also locked.
Ta: manhoos yehi agar tu khana le ati
I: tu mat khati aaj khana mar tu na jati
Muni: oho larna band karo ab kiya karein ye socho sab log dekh rahay hein
I: manhoos ander kiyun nai jatay ye log auratein hoti hein na guests ko see off kar k darwazay par hi batein karti rehti hein wohi haak hai inka bhi
Ta: haye Allah mijhay tu itnay kaam hein aaj (We were trying to hide behind the billboard)
I: chalo main gate se hi chaltay hein dil kara kar lo aur dheet ho jao
Muni: koi hassay mat ab
Ta :ok
We reached near building. I saw the President without moving my neck. Muni was few steps ahead of us. Ta was trying to hide at my right side while President was at my left side. I walked in confidently. When we reached near President, he called loudly ‘Kashif’.
Ta: President nay awaz di hai (I did not stop)
I: tu kashif hai kiya
Ta: mijhay laga mijhay bulaya hai (She reduced her speed)
I: khabardar ju ruki

When we reached in the list I got consciousness:
I: haye Allah kashif sab bhi thay ab tu explanation orders pohanchay hi pohanchay

Ta: jab hum kabhi saal mai aik dafa late ho jaein tu ye humaray sath hi kiyun huta hai unko koi nai poochta ju roz late atay hein
I: aur jao gulcharray uranay
Muni: aur tu aur bhool kar aa khana ghar

We spent the remaining day in extreme tension. Dheet bhi nai hua jaa raha tha