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Renascence

Monday – 18 Ramazan 1428 – 09 Asvina 1929 – 01 October 2007

Ok, so, I am back. Same fucking stupid old me. Hiding behind a barrage of moronic jokes, embarrasing aphorisms, terse diatribes and subtle satires. And of course add a smidgen of sarcasm, vice, stupidity, psychosis and a whole lotta Jalal and we are back to normal. No more psychological breakdowns over why I am a pansy and why won’t my family accept me as a flower or fruit or whatever it is that you people are calling it nowadays. I will not sulk. I absolutely refuse to sulk and live in a vegetative state gaining weight and feeling sorry for not having ever the liberty to live like I want. I will live life to its fullest. Starting from now. After I watch Transformers that it.

Even though I am engaged and will be getting married in the summers next year and will start to have kids “as soon as naturally possible” and have as many kids as our limbs can hold, I feel a very strong overpowering urge to keep a pet. Something strong and manly yet docile. So it is like da mayn. But, I am it’s lord. Oh dear, I have gone too far havent I. Yes, yes, I know I need to go hunting or have a fist fight on a road or something because my innate latent violence hormones are raging in my blood right now. And, as per past definitions of yours truly I am completely against violence. I think I need to be spanked properly tonight.

Oh, and yes, this is just so seriously not about Transformers. I mean, the stupid high school guy, the brain less army guy and of course Optimus Prime. None of them was cute enough to grab my attention to the screen. Of course the story line of a movie like that can not be better for the brain than lets say eating shredded plastic strips can be for your stomach. And, oh, my, fucking, God, those stupid fucking brain dead imbecile comments like “There is more to them that meets the eye”, “why are you here” and “what do you want” with the fucking camera giving close ups of the actors who are bathed in sunlight as if they have asked something important. You stupid fucks. I used to think about more profound things when I used to contemplate my vomit at age 3. Who the fuck wrote the script for you. Can you please ask him to read my blog: in a rating of proper English, depth of thought, profoundity and ability to communicate properly it ranks 12,883,789,783,838,239,283 amongst all English documents produced to date including scribbles from first graders and sentences spelled out by animals running on snow while pissing. And, it’s writer thinks that your writer sucks like a baby calf about to die of thirst.

The action scenes were very good, but they were too fast. I am sure I would get a better rush if I can see something move rather than see hunks of metal flap about faster than I can move. I mean, have you ever seen women flick their eyes at men. Eyes can move fast! But if I can’t keep up with Optimus Fucking Prime being smashed across my screen, there is something seriously wrong with how the movie is thought out. And for God’s sake can you put in some sort of a hot guy and a hot girl and make them show a little bit of skin so people dont just get up and walk out of your movie. Morons. But, all in all, I think I found the guy’s car robot quite attractive. Does this make me weird?

Wow! I feel so much better now.

Clashing Sounds

Sunday – 09 Rajab 1424 – 16 Bhadra 1925 – 07 September 2003  

i was told that i am a freak 5 mins ago. by my mom. i was listening to my music. usually the problem is that childrean listen to NEW forms of music and parents dont like that. here. i listen to classical forms of music and my mom calls it a cacophony of clamourous sounds. go figure.

well i listen to classical and semi classical south asian music. the raaga. the ghazal. the thumri. the geet. now that the background is done i will proceed.

currently everyone at my home laughs at my music and calls me dead man. lots of eye rolling and messaging about it all the time. that is not it. except for everyone in my house. everyone i know in person laughs at it as well. it seems that my music is so strange that everyone laughs at it. my musical choice has been the topic of many a joke and comment even places where i wasnt present.

well this is ovbviously depressing. i havent come across any one after my university who is nearly my age by about 20 years and shares my musical taste. well i dont know what to say. their loss. a man screaming your loss in the face of 100 % of the other people his age and beloging to his country.

what the FUCK! is wrong with me. why the FUCK do i listen to classical or semi classical music. when people laugh at it and say who died why are you listening to this. and people have actually started laughing when i told them what i listen to. i mean come on. i think given a choice the social stigma will be more for me due to what i listen than due even to my sexual orientation.

oh he is gay … too bad … but he is a nice person.

WHAT !!! he is 22 and he listens to ghazals and raagas … KEEP AWAY FROM HIM !!! i dont want you mixing with people like that.

i am terribly depressed. i seem to be fond of something that can only be seen as an affliction. it is so horrible and terrifying that people shy away from it. it is so ridiculously funny that people laugh alond at its mention. what the FUCK!!!

i am very very depressed. i cant be gay. now i cant listen to my music. why the hell cant i get even a small break. what the FUCK!!! music DAMNIT it is only MUSIC !!!

Roohi

Sunday – 09 Rajab 1424 – 16 Bhadra 1925 – 07 September 2003 

i saw a drama today. “roohi” casting ‘talat hussain’. well lets just say that anyone who can understand urdu. who likes beautiful things. who can appreciate a drama. has to watch it. if you dont watch it you will lose something. you will lose something. watch it. please. i beg of you. watch it.

the acting. oh dear dear lord. the acting. talat hussain and the girl. it is wonderful . the subtle subtle hints. the hints that i can understand as a pakistani. the ghazal being played at a certain point and the wording telling you what is going on. the music being played to heighten or dampen the mood. the way the actors had small … minute eye movements and worlds of meanings that they held in them.

the subtle subtle things. and the big big meanings. barefoot in the library showing casual as opposed to formal. the way talat is shown and the very very subtle things in which i can see a man who has the morals of a pakistani from a well educated background and who grew up in 1950s and 1960s. oh it is a wonderful drama. you have to watch it. have to.

i am in a wonderous mood right now because of that. it was like i was touched by a ray from heaven. the beauty. the aesthetic. the touch. the feel. the desire. the passion. the ‘haya’. the ‘hijab’. the aura. the whole feeling of the art of drama touching the epitome of sublime beauty and me watching it. and the ability to share it with someone else, in this case my cousin. it was wonderful. i hope all of you as wonderous evenings as i had today.

pakistan has a very rich tradition of tv dramas. until the late 80s pakistan saw only one tv channel. pakistan television ptv. and they used to show a drama every night between 8 pm and 9 pm. there used to be 4 quarters in a year and 13 episodes in every quarter. there were times when between 8 pm and 9 pm the streets of karachi used to be deserted. throughfares and main roads were emptyish. everyone used to watch the dramas.

and they were excellent. in the script. in the acting. in the directing. in the sets. in the expression. in the settings. everything. they used to be excellent. the art was carried to new heights in pakistan. tv drama. called “drama” lovingly by millions of pakistanis. it was our art. we mastered it. we took it to its zenith. the drama reached its peak in the 80s. tanhaaiyan, waris … well known pieces of art.

unfortunately the art of the drama has gone down now. maybe itll resurrect some day later. but by god it was a marvellous time while it lasted. i hope comes back.

Similarities

Tuesday – 20 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 28 Sravana 1925 – 19 August 2003  

chatting with a friend of mine i learnt that he was also VERY fond of eric clapton. it was like a divine wind blowing all over. i dont usually meet clapton fans. when i do i am very happy for them. well we discusses the way his guitar moves. and the way he has a knack of making your heart move. my particular favourite is “old love”. this song can do wonders for me. it is a saying in urdu that music is the food of the soul. listening to clapton i will say that it is the food the ointment and the pleasure of the soul. the way he starts layla and how it flows. beautiful.

i am very moved by music. i am sure people who read my blog regularly will know this. but music for me is not just related to the sense of sound. for me in encompasses the sense of touch. for me music is more than music. it is a whole concept. of lyrics. of the voice. of the instruments. of the beats. of the flows. clapton is one of the few people who comes to my standards. he is someone who is excellent in his field.

mr eric clapton. i salute you!

TV

Tuesday – 20 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 28 Sravana 1925 – 19 August 2003  

well i am sure you will realize what i did all day after you read my post.

well here is a listing and a rating of popular tv sitcoms that i came across today and during the past few weeks.

Ally McBeal : A must see. 7/10

Angel : One of the guys is cute. Otherwise do not watch. 2/10

Buffy the Vampire Slayer : None of the guys are cute. Do not watch. 0/10

Baywatch Hawaii : YUM!. Otherwise do not watch. 3/10

Futurama : Very nice. 8/10

Malcom in the Middle : A must see. 9/10

Dharma and Greg : Very nice. 7/10

Cheers : Interesting. Woody is VERY cute. 5/10

Friends : Must see. 9/10

Simpsons : Very nice. 6/10

Becker : Must see. 4/10

Everybody Loves Raymond : Very nice. 8/10

Frasier : Must see. 10/10

Ye Watan Tumhara Hay

Thursday – 15 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 23 Sravana 1925 – 14 August 2003

and the final song in the array of patriotic songs

mehdi hasan

yeh watan tumhara hay

tum ho paasbaan is kay

yeh chaman tumhara hay

tum ho naghman khan is kay

yeh watan tumhara hay

tum ho paasbaan is kay

is chaman kay pholon par

rang o aab tum say hay

is zamin ka har zarra

aaftab tum say hay

yeh faza tumhari hay

behr o barr tyumahray hain

kehkashan kay yeh jalay

rehguzar tumharay hain

yeh watan tumhara hay

tum ho paasbaan is kay

is zameen ki mitti main

khoon hay shaheedon ka

arz e pak markaz hay

qaum ki ummedon ka

nazm o zabt ko apna

mir e karvan jaano

waqt kay andheron main

apna aap pehchano

yeh watan tumhara hay

tum ho paasbaan is kay

Pakistan Paindabad !

Ae Watan

Tuesday – 13 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 21 Sravana 1925 – 12 August 2003

for today a song that is as beautiful in its lyrics as it is in its musical beauty. this song is dedicated to A.I my very close friend in college. who is one of my soulmates on this planet.

A.I. …

amanat ali khan sings …

amanat ali khan

ae watan pyaray watan ae watan pyaray watan

pak watan pak watan ae meray pyaray watan

ae watan pak watan pak watan pak watan

ae meray pyaray watan ae watan pyaray watan

tujh say meri yeh tamannaoon ki duniya pur noor

tujh say hay meri tamannaoon ki duniya pur noor

azm mera kabhi meray iraday hain ghayoor

meri hasti main ana hay meri masti main shaoor

jan fiza mera tukhayyal hay to sheeren hay sukhan

ae watan pyarey watan ae watan pyarey watan

pak watan pak watan we meray pyaray watan

ae watan pyaray watan

to dil afroz baharon ka tar o taza chaman

to dil afroz baharon ka tar o taza chaman

to mahektay huay phoolon ka suhana gulshan

to dawarez ana dil ka bahari maskan

rang o aahnag say maamor teray koh o daman

ae watan pyarey watan ae watan pyarey watan

pak watan pak watan we meray pyaray watan

ae watan pyaray watan

meri dil teri muhabbat ka hay jan baksh diyar

meri dil teri muhabbat ka hay jan baksh diyar

mera seena teri hurmat ka hay sangeen hasar

meray mahboob watan tujh pay agar jaan ho nisar

main yeh samjhoon ga thikanay laga sarmaya e tan

ae watan pyarey watan ae watan pyarey watan

pak watan pak watan we meray pyaray watan

ae watan pyaray watan

ae watan pyaray watan

Pakistan Paindabad !