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English Songs And Desi Songs Beware About It
June 6th, 2012, posted in LYRiCS, MESSAGEs, PAKiSTANOk, first things first…I read this stuff some place and so should you and read it till end so that you may know what is it all about.
Tell me how much you detest this…
” Thand pawaigee kalaijay dildar, pyar ki gandheri chub le “
(It will cool down your liver, if you try the sugarcane of love)
I wonder what the sugarcane of  love is…
Now let me tell you how much I want to abhor this…
This female friend of mine had her Facebook status :
“Lets have some fun, this beat is sick, i wanna take a ride on your disco stick”
when this song came out. I wonder what this disco stick is. I have a feeling, Lady Gaga outsourced the translation job to someone in jhang and got the aforementioned lollywood song translated into english and earned millions in revenue. Atleast give some royalty to the humongous poor woman in the video.
For people who still didnt get the point, i never said pyar ki gandheri is any better. I wouldnt waste my words arguing over how popular music should have evolved. thats a different story altogether. This post is a little different. Im not more fervid pakistani than you are, still i just put the non-english speakers and english-speakers on the same scale of love, hate or indifference. think about it, we’re just promoting imperialism and capitalism and cementing the class divide, arent we. A schismatic society based on shitty values and shittier upbringing. I am not just attacking the parents here but everybody who plays a part till the kid graduates from kgs. Its sad how kids and teenagers in schools these days are taught just snob-ism. Are they actually taught how to ridicule urdu, mock non-english speakers, hate the made-in-pakistan tag? where the fuck is this remotely bilingual, snob-pack coming from then. English is the key to power as far as the modern, employment-based domains of power are concerned. Though i partially agree, I passionately dissent from nigger-ing of urdu speaking monolinguals, ostracizing them completely.
Sprouting of a dozen ‘Language Centers’ and ‘English-medium schools’ in every urdu-speaking street of Karachi tell the sad tale of this identity-blurring of our society. Maybe they can guarantee your smooth hobnob with the much desirable social groups. But no, I dont blame you. I blame the Kaala Pul.
I am ending this random blurting with a short poem. I have always been captivated by the simplicity and economy of these words by Tagore.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, ohh GOD , let my country awake
Some Thoughts.. Some Anger
June 2nd, 2012, posted in Ink On PAPER
For the many years that I have lived listening to the good teachings, I wonder if it is even rightful to think what I’m thinking now. Am I angry? I don’t know. I wonder at how people can take you so foolishly.
Don’t we often forget to look at ourselves and judge others? Don’t we often ask questions to others before asking them to ourselves? Don’t we often forget that people are all same, basically?
I will not argue more. I know if there are any readers at all, reading this blog of mine, I will only confuse them. But at this moment, I have nowhere to shed this emotion but here. I so damn want to hit someone. Though I am so angry but yet still , I would really want to crack open someone’s brain to really understand his thought.
Even when I lose everything, I know I will not lose my interest to write. Even if I don’t write so well like others, I know I will write, even if it is nothing important.
For sure I will have to sleep tonight with wanting to hit someone so bad. But if there isn’t someone to trigger emotions, when can I ever practice what I have learned ??
When We Have An Interview With A Mobile Snatcher
May 29th, 2012, posted in Ink On PAPER
With so many of my loved ones being held at gun point recently, and nothing being done in the name of justice, I decided sit down with a mobile snatcher and share his story. Maybe if people understood his side, they might stop cursing his sorry behind into oblivion, and maybe even be less scared to leave the house.
Q) Why have you chosen this path for yourself?
A) This is not the path I chose. My fate was already sealed when I was born. I am merely fulfilling my destiny.
Q) But why steal other people’s belongings?
A) I am a poor man. I have a huge family to look after. Mouths to feed. Sisters to get married. Since no one will give me a job anyway, I decided to make this my job. I have no other source of income. I have no money.
Q) You have no money to buy food, yet you had money to buy a gun?
A) I think of it as an investment for the future.
Q) But why steal? I hear begging is now a very profitable business as well. Have you tried that?
A) Begging is an abomination! Don’t you know begging is condemned in our religion! It lowers one’s self esteem. Besides there’s too much competition and I cannot act that well.
Q) So you think begging is wrong, but stealing from and at times killing another human being is alright?
A) Well, every human is a means of providing for another. This is just another way.
Q) Still, do you ever feel guilty?
A) I am a poor man lady, I don’t have time to feel guilty.
Q) Poor man? Weren’t you seen driving a brand new Civic the other day?
A) That wasn’t mine. I stole it from some rich kid. He probably had four others and doesn’t need it much. I on the other hand have a sick mother who needs to go to the hospital often. She deserves some comfort too.
Q) And the stolen jewelry?
A) I save it for my sisters’ dowry. And if there is anything that they don’t like, I sell or replace it with something they prefer. You see I am not the bad guy here. Society is. I am merely fulfilling my obligation. I am trying to be a good son, brother. I am looking out for my family. I am exactly like you, only misunderstood and cursed a lot more.
Q) So you feel no remorse when you take an innocent life for some money?
A) Hey better him than me.
Q) Are you a part of a gang?
A) Oh God no! I am a God fearing man. I think of myself as Robin Hood. Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. In this case the poor is me.
Q) Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?
A) Your bubble must be really thick lady. You think I can get caught? Don’t you know my uncle’s brother in-law’s friends’ father’s business partner’s son is a police officer. He won’t let me rot in prison. Now if you don’t mind, I am getting late. Hand over whatever you have.
PS : The above piece is a work of fiction, no offence to any person living or dead was intentional. If offended.. too bad.
