Archive for June, 2007


Random Musing#5

Na koi baat hai sadyoo ki jaisee

Na koi raat hai jo Kaat – Ta hoo

Na meri aankh mai koi namii hai

Mai aaj yun_hee Barish mai Khara hoo


Rushdie the Blasphemous Part#1

March 2001 California, actor Billie crystal sneaked out from behind the huge Oscar statues. The audience in the big hall was giggling at his gestures. He remarked ‘Thank God these statues are not in Afghanistan. The audience broke in to laughter. His politically charged remark was an indication to the demolishment of the Idols that was carried out by the Talibans at that time.  The so called civilized countries of the world went on criticizing the wrong doing of the Afghan Govt. of that time. But the Talibans rejected all the criticisms by saying that it is their internal affair and there are hardly any Buddhists left in the country so we are doing no harm to any Afghani. On this particular comment the so called civilized countries added that any action that will harm the religious beliefs of the people living in this world is unacceptable in a civilized society.  June 2007 Salman Rushdie was given the honor of Knight Hood by the Queen of England despite the amount of hate the whole Muslim community hold for the man and the current fragile situation of peace in the world.


Born in Mumbai, India Rushdie became the most loathed person among the Muslims through out the world. For those who believed that Bush took away the reputation of a villain in the Muslim world after nine eleven were proven wrong when the ‘Queen’ decided to honor the writer for his years of so called endeavor in literature. Now the question arises what need was felt by the queen or her advisers to honor the infamous writer. What is the criterion to honor a British citizen with knight hood? Does she ponder the level of popularity in the masses for instance Sir Sean Corner and Sir Roger Moore (are legendary British actors and both of them played bond at their times). Some people say that the old lady has nothing useful to do at this age so she ‘honor’ people with knighthood.(as someone like cricketer ‘Sir’ Alec Stewart was also awarded knighthood after retirement and now its David sexy pants Beckham who will soon be Sir David for his achievements in the football world)


So the question arises that he must be really good at what he does or he must not have been given the honor. Eh? Personally I don’t really think so, as Alec Stewart was not a big hot shot cricketer. We have dozens of Alec Stewarts that come and go. But I am sure they must have found some thing in Rush die’s work that they have awarded him this great honor. Another point of view is that people like me should mind their own business as this subject is an internal matter. Ok!! Fair enough. If Hollywood awards Pamela Anderson for being the best porn star of the century I have nothing to object because it has nothing to do with me and most importantly my beliefs. If you are going to award Ahud Olmert the noble price I may find the decision totally absurd but won’t say a word because it is not affecting my religious beliefs. But if you are going to award some one like Rushdie who has dishonored my Prophet (SAW) and violated the basic principle of respect for religious beliefs I will not allow it. No sir.


 [to be continued………]





‘Mai bhi Pakistan hoo….Tu bhi Pakistan Hai’ by Ahsan Zawar

Meray Jitnay Bhi Wazeer Hain Sab Beyzameer hain

Mai tou Unka Bhi Imam Hoon, Mai Quiad-e-Awam hoon

Habib Jalib is not an unknown name here on this wordpress. He has been discussed previously here and I must admit that it is quite a good collection Ammar has come up with.This couplet always strikes me right in my head every time I read this. Habib Jalib was actually exiled after this by Z.A.Bhutoo, then prime minister of Pakistan who used to call himself Quaid-e-Awam(leader of the people). It’s a famous quote that “history repeats itself”. I don’t quite believe in that unless u made an honest attempt to learn from your past or history, you are never out of it and with change of characters you are actually performing the same phase of history.

Surprisingly we live in a culture where we are dominated by slogans for which we don’t even know the meanings of or we never try to find their meanings. From “Roti Kapra Makaaan” to “Karz Utharo Mulk Sanwaro” to “Enlightened Moderation” to “National Interest”. There are so many examples in front of us. Those who bring them out (the leaders) and those who follow it (Political Workers) hats off to them for their creativity.

It is not new that when an artist, poet or writer criticizes the government, he is labeled as an opposition worker or a rebel. The great Faiz Ahmed Faiz had to fight his struggle from behind the bars. Habib Jalib met the similar fate as he was exiled and currently the media in my country was labeled as irresponsible who is not working in the national interest of the country. Who can define national interest, what does it contain, how can one act against it. These are probably the questions which we feel cannot be answered

An artist or a media man is a part of society, he is sensitive to a lot of issues and God has given him the power to express his thoughts to a number of people who follows him. He will write or say whatever is the general thought that prevails among the people. All right I agree to the point that there has to be some accountability of one’s act, especially for the ones who can ignite a certain section of society but the evaluators cannot be the ones who are actually the part of the same story. Its funny that the national interest is not at sake when the parliament holds an empty session by passing important issues, its not even damaged when you build emperor’s like castles, it never gets weakened when we get attracted to the power like honey bees but still a word of media man can affect national interest like anything or perhaps its appropriate to quote Hazrat Ali (A.S) “The power of pen is twice more than that of sword.” Let the media free, let the people think and decide the term national interest themselves. We are the Awam (people), when we can elect you, we can decide what we want to see and hear and probably we can decide what really National Interest for all of us.


I do …uhhhh…i will





Random Musing #4



‘Learning is not compulsory and so is survival’

– W.Edward Deming


Life is such a bitch…

A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he sees a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices it has a note in its mouth. He takes the note and it reads “Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please”. The dog has money in its mouth, as well. The butcher looks inside and, there is a ten dollar note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog’s mouth.

The butcher is so impressed, and since it’s about closing time, he decides to shut the shop and follow the dog. So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street, when it comes to a level crossing; the dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then it waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and it walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way.

The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe as the dog stops a bus by pulling its left leg up and gets in it. The butcher follows the dog into the bus. Then the dog shows a ticket which is tied to its belt to the bus conductor. The butcher is nearly fainting at this sight, so are the other passengers in the bus. The dog then sits near the driver’s seat looking outside waiting for the bus stop to come. As soon as the stop is in sight, the dog stands and wags its tail to inform the conductor. Then, without waiting for the bus to stop completely, it jumps out of the bus and runs to a house very close to the stop. It opens the big Iron Gate and rushes inside towards the door.

As it approaches the wooden door, the dog suddenly changes its mind and heads towards the garden. It goes to the window, and beats its head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door. The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher surprised with this, runs up, and stops the guy. “What in heaven’s name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!” to which the Guy responds: “You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog’s forgotten his key.”

*Moral of the story: You may continue to exceed onlooker’s expectations but shall always fall short of the boss’ expectations.
It’s dog’s life after all……… *


Abbusive Husband





In Pursuit of Happyness

aaj to be-sabab udaas hai jii
ishq hotaa to ko_ii baat bhii thii



aaj to vo bhii kuchh Khaamosh saa thaa
mai.n ne bhii us se ko_ii baat na kii



tuu jo itanaa udaas hai 'Nasir'
tujhe kyaa ho gayaa bataa to sahii

Random Musing#3


Jane Kitnee hazaar ratein hain…

Sab Ki subhein alag alag hee sahee …

In hee ratoon mein Meri Raaat…

Chnad ko jaltey bhoojtay Dekhti hai…. Subh is pai kabhi nahee aatii



No wonder there are thousands of nights….

Every night has a different morning…

Among those nights.. is my night as well

That looks at the moon switching on and off…

But never experiences its dawn !!



One man can really make a difference!

The other day I was watching Spider man 3 and one dialogue really stirred me. The dialogue was; ‘One man can really make a difference!’ It sounds quite plain and for some people kind of cheesy but if you come to think of it this is the most frequently asked social question. You hear people getting mugged and you decide in your head that you won’t resist either as one man can make no difference. You see corruption every where and decides comfortably to be the part of it because one man can make no difference.

But there are people in the world who step up and make a difference not just because they need fame, money or chicks; but they just can’t stand any shit. These people are not comic book heroes they are real people like you and me who smoke, curse, who stand in the line to pay bills, who wait for the bus on the stop. The other day some guy I know surprised me with his little act of courage.

This was about a few weeks back when he was walking on the street under the scorching heat of the sun. He was tired, thirsty, and a little unsure about the project he was working on as his future degree is based on it. He was heading to the bus stop, to release some pressure off his head he took out a cigarette, lit it and exhaled a light gray smoke cloud in the air. He knew that a smoke won’t help him in anyway but what the hell; he took a deep puff and filled the air with another smoke cloud.

In the mean time, he passed a girl on the bus stop and two guys coming from the apposite direction. After a few steps he halted and started waiting for his bus. He realized that the street was kind a deserted and God forbid there is a possibility of getting mugged. Ten more minutes passed and there was no sign of the bus. The girl was glued to her position as well. To add to his displeasure he saw a guy on motor bike (Honda 125 ) approaching towards him. The speed kept on lessening; Bye Bye!! Cell phone he told himself. But surprisingly the bike passed him and stopped where the young girl was standing. He realized that the guy who was in his mid thirties was as stranger to the girl as he was to him. The girl was in immense displeasure as the guy was probably harassing her.

Enough! He told himself and walked up to the guy and barked; ‘Do you have a problem mister!’ the guy was surprised on this question. The guy replied ‘No!’ On this answer he took a more aggressive tone and told him to get hell out of there. The guy kicked his bike and disappeared in few seconds. He took a look at the girl who was a bit relieved. He said nothing to her and walked to the spot where he was waiting for the bus.


Ghalib – Zulmat_kade mein

zulmat_kade me.n mere shab-e-Gam kaa josh hai
ik shammaa hai daliil-e-sahar, so Khamosh hai

[zulmat=darkness, daliil=proof, sahar=morning ]

naa muzdaa-e-visaal na nazzaaraa-e-jamaal
muddat huii ki aashtii-e-chashm-o-gosh hai

[muzdaa=good nevs, visaal=meeting, nazzaaraa-e-jamaal=seeing a beautiful face]
[aashtii=harmony/friendshiip/peace, chashm=eye, gosh=ear ]

mai ne kiyaa hai husn-e-Khud_aara ko be_hijaab
ae shauq yaa.N ijaazat-e-tasliim-e-hosh hai

[mai=bar, Khud_aara=self adorer, hijaab=veil, tasliim=greeting ]

gauhar ko ikd-e-gardan-e-Khubaa.N me.n dekhanaa
kyaa auj par sitaaraa-e-gauhar_farosh hai

[gauhar=pearl/gem, ikd-e-gardan=necklace, Khubaa.N=a beautiful person/sweetheart]
[auj=highest point/summit, farosh=merchant]

diidaar, vaadaa, hausalaa, saaqii, nigaah-e-mast
bazm-e-Khayaal maikadaa-e-be_Kharosh hai

[diidaar=appearance, be_Kharosh=quite/dead ]

ae taazaa vaaridan-e-bisaat-e-havaa-e-dil
zi.nhaar gar tumhe.n havas-e-na-o-nosh hai

[vaaridan=arrivals, bisaat=chess, havaa=desire/greed]
[zi.nhaar=be warned!, havas=lust/greed, na-o-nosh=feasting/drinking ]

dekho mujhe jo diidaa-e-ibarat_nigaah ho
merii suno jo gosh-e-nasiihat_niyosh hai

[diidaa= sight, ibarat=admonition, gosh=ear, nasiihat=advice, niyosh=listener]

saaqii ba_jalvaa dushman-e-imaa.N-o-aagahii
mutarib ba_naGmaa rahazan-e-tamkiin-o-hosh hai

[aagahiii=wisdom, mutarib=singer, rahazan=robber, tamkiin=authority/pover ]

yaa shab ko dekhate the ki har goshaa-e-bisaat
daamaan-e-baaGabaa.N-o-kaf-e-gul_farosh hai

[goshaa=corner, baaGabaa.N=gardener, kaf=sleeve, gul_farosh=florist]
ye jannat-e-nigaah wo firdaus-e-gosh hai

[Khiiraam=speed, zauq=taste, sadaa=sound,, firdaus=paradise, gosh=ear]

ya subh dam jo dekhiiye aakar to bazm me.n
naa vo suruur-o-soz na josh-o-Kharosh hai

[suruur=pleasure, soz=passion/heat ]

daaG-e-firaaq-e-sohabat-e-shab kii jalii huii
ik shammaa rah gaii hai so vo bhii Khamosh hai

[firaaq=separation, sohabat=company ]

aate haiN Gaib se ye mazaamii.N Khayaal me.n
‘Ghalib’, sariir-e-Khaamaa navaa-e-sarosh hai

[Gaib=hiidden/mysterious, mazaamiiN=topics, sariir=scratchiing sound made by a pen]
[Khaama=pen, navaa=sound, sarosh=angel]


Billie Jean by Ismail Tara (50/50 PTV)


Billie Jean by Chris Cornell

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene
I said don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do ’cause the lie becomes the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and for forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)

She told my baby we’d danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine (oh, no!)
‘Cause we danced on the floor in the round, baby

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son





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