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Tera Pakistan Hay

Sunday – 11 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 19 Sravana 1925 – 10 August 2003   

todays patriotic song. one of the five that i had in american on the 14th of august 2001. i didnt know i had this one as well. the other had been downloaded on the night before the 14th. i was very happy to find this one as we used to sing it a lot as children and it hit me with a lot of nostalgia for the land that i was missing dearly after a 6 week stay in america.

jalal goes amock with hysterical patriotic fervour.

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

jis ki buniyadon mein hay tera lahoo mera lahoo

jis say teri aabro hay jis say meri aabro

jis ki buniyadon mein hay tera lahoo mera lahoo

jis say teri aabro hay jis say meri aabro

jis say tera naam is say meri pehchaan hay

jis say tera naam is say meri pehchaan hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

yeh meray quaid ki jeeti jaagti tasveer hay

shaer e mashriq kay khabon ki haseen tabeer hay

yeh meray quaid ki jeeti jaagti tasveer hay

shaer e mashriq kay khabon ki haseen tabeer hay

yeh watan pyara watan sarmaya e iman hay

yeh watan pyara watan sarmaya e iman hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

tera pakistan hey yeh mera pakistan hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

is pay dil qurban is pay jaan bhi qurban hay

Pakistan Paindabad !

Sohni Dharti

Saturday – 10 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 18 Sravana 1925 – 09 August 2003  

this is a series of patriotic songs that i will be using as a daily countdown to 14th august. the independence day of pakistan. i have chosen songs that have excellent lyrics and music and composition. that are well kown by all pakistanis. and these songs had the power to make me cry when i was in the us on the 14th of august 2001 and i missed pakistan on our day.

Pakistan Paindabad !

sohni dharti

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

qadam qadam aabad

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

qadam qadam aabad

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

tera har ik zarra hum ko

apni jaan say pyara

tera har ik zarra hum ko

apni jaan say pyara

tere dam say shaan humari

tujh say naam humara

jab tak hay yeh duniya baaqi

hum dekhein aazad

hum dekhein aazad tujhe

hum dekhein aazad tujhe

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

qadam qadam aabad

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

tere pyari saj dhaj ki hum

kitni shaan barhaain

tere pyari saj dhaj ki hum

kitni shaan barhaain

aanay wali naslain teree

azmat kay gun gaain

jab tak hay yeh duniya baaqi

hum dekhein aazad

hum dekhein aazad tujhe

hum dekhein aazad tujhe

sohni dharti

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

qadam qadam aabad

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

qadam qadam aabad tujhe

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

sohni dharti

allah rakhay

Saagar Kinare

Thursday – 08 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 16 Sravana 1925 – 07 August 2003   

a song that i love. that also describes what i feel at times.

saagar kinare dil yeh pukare

saagar kinare dil yeh pukare

to jo naheen to mera koi naheen hay

jaage nazaare jaagi hawaain

jab pyar jaaga jaagi fizaain

pal bhar ko dil ki duniya soei naheen hay

lehron pay naachain kirnon ki pariya

mein khooi jaisay saagar main nadiya

to hi akeli to khooi naheen hay

saagar kinare dil yeh pukare

saagar kinare dil yeh pukare

to jo naheen to mera koi naheen hay

i love this song so much

Mehdi Hassan

Sunday – 04 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 12 Sravana 1925 – 03 August 2003  

OHHHHHHH MEHDI HASAN!!!!

yeh watan tumhara hay ………………..

tum ho paaaaaasbaaaan is kay …..

uffffffff.

he knows how to work me up.

his music is wonderful. all of you who havent heard him have missed it all.

Musings

Sunday – 04 Jamadi us Sani 1424 – 12 Sravana 1925 – 03 August 2003  

the eternal question. when will i find ‘the one’. the right answer. shut up man and lemme sleep.

at least that is what happened to me when i pestered my cousin too much. he knows i am gay. he thinks it is sick. he has tried an awful amount of times to str8en me out. but never works. well now i just talk to him about guys and my problems being gay. i am sure he thinks about other things and just nods. with the above paragraph i seem to be like a 35 year old woman whose marriage is going nowhere. but i am not. mind you all. i am not a 35 year old woman whose relationship is not going anywhere.

i am just a guy. sitting besides a window. nice cloudy windy weather outside. all alone at home. everyone else is asleep. i am listening to nice music. getting more and more romantic. feeling more and more lonely. DAMNIT ! now i will have a lousy day. musing all day. desiring to go see the sunset on the sea. desiring to sit with someone for tea at a restauraunt. desiring to talk to someone about stuff i like. desiring to discuss politics, music, literature, art, religion, history or life with someone i love.

desiring too much. getting too little. god i hate it when i am in a good mood. it always leads to a more mellow and down mood. right now i am upbeat. but wait till tonight.

finally some music that you all out there in the west can listen to and relate to as well(west = us, canada, europe, australia, new zealand). this is the time when i talk about what moves me and you guys will also know what i am talking about.

elvis ROX!. ‘unchained melody’ ‘are you lonesome tonight’ ‘always on my mind’ ‘help me make it throught the night’ ‘fame and fortune’ ‘its now or never’ ‘love me tender’ ‘suspicious minds’ ‘wear my ring’ ‘oh danny boy’. i love listening to elvis. i love listening to him when i am down and out. and also when i am upbeat and happy.

presley’s music has depth and beauty. it is melodious when you want it to be. it has the marvellous beats when you want them.

then there is eric clapton. he is one of the very few men capable of giving me an orgasm. i come alive in his music. it is as if you shine sunlight on newly sprouting plants. they come alive and spring to life. that is what clapton’s music does to me. ‘alberta’ ‘layla’ ‘old love'(excellent. always gives an orgasm) ‘bell bottom blues’ ‘wonderful tonight’ ‘lady in red’. eric claptons guitaring is one of the greatest blessings to mankind.

it is a saying here in our part of the world that ‘mausiqi rooh ki ghiza hay’ ‘music is the food of the soul’ i believe in this saying. it is so right. it is so right.

Counting

Thursday – 30 Jamadi ul Awwal 1424 – 09 Sravana 1925 – 31 July 2003 

so here is todays normal post. or abnormal post. or whatever the hell you may want to call it post.

i was standing besides a road and was splashed by a lot of rain water. i was wearing white clothes. i am so proud my myself. i didnt ejaculate horribel expletives at the driver immediately. maybe that is why he felt so very sorry for me and reversed the car and said sorry. i think noone has said sorry in a such a situation is about 5 years in karachi. another thing for me to be proud of.

today i went to downtown for some work. i saw the tallest building in pakistan. it is the mcb plaza. and it is under construction right now. the guy i went with had to go get something. since i was such a mess i had to stay in the car. the car has stopped in front of the city court. it is SUCH a beautiful building. and yes you know what i did. i counted cars on the road. here is the iternary.

1600-1605 – 369 cars

1606-1611 – 29 buses – that comes to about 1 bus every 10.3 second

1612-1617 – 175 motorcycles

1618-1623 – 374 cars

1624-1629 – 58 saloon cars

TRAFFIC JAM LIKE HELL !!! then started counting when traffic started to move

1640-1645 – 481 cars

well then we came home. after getting stuck in the after work rush hour for one hour.

the most interesting thing i saw on that road were camel carts. yes camel carts. a camel pulling a cart behind it. loaded with stuff. it was very interesting. i saw 3 of them. maybe it was the same one. didnt see them that up close.

also today i paid homeage to the tallest building in karachi. the mcb plaza. it is a TALL alright. but it is nto good looknig. i hate the person who decided how to decorate the exterior. he should be made an example of hatred to art lovers all over the world

i will leave now. and let you collect your thoughts. after the battering they have undergone in my post.

Weather

Monday – 27 Jamadi ul Awwal 1424 – 06 Sravana 1925 – 28 July 2003

well brace yourself because this will be a long long post.

i come over to my cousins house last night. needed to get out of the house for a day or two. well so here i am all alone. he went to his college in the morning.

the computer is in front of me. the window is on my left. it is cloudy. overcast with uniform gray clouds. it is raining. there are a lot of thunder. not the shrieking type. the low rumbling type of thunder. there is a cool humid breeze blowing.

the tree right infront of the window is so wet. its leaves are dancing with every drop of rain that falls on them. rain water from the roofs of nearby houses is falling on the street and making a splashing noise. i can hear a mynah bird. with its cooOOO cooOOO. i can hear a sparrow with its chirp chirp.

oh so wonderful i am completely into this weather. it is so wonderful.

i have my favourite music playing. ghazals. and i have been like this for the last 2 hours. now playing ‘jab us zulf ki baat chali’ sung by mehdi hasan.

but there is one thing wrong here. i am alone. i wish if someone was here with me. well i wish if A was here. well i havent chatted with him for the last two days. although i have sent him emails. well i still hope he was here with me. it is cuh romantic weather. oooooooooo. wow lovely ghazal. now playing ‘aa keh sajjada nasheen kaisay hua merya baad’ sung by mehdi hasan.

chaak karna hay ishi gham say girayban e kafan

kon kholay ga teray band e qaba meray baad

i am just feeling so romantic and adventurous today. i dont know why but i think it is the weather and the music. i know that the weather and music have always had a very big effect on me. so is this day here.

i have been reading a lot of blogs lately. looking into peoples lives. looking at what they share. thinking about what they do not share. it is a fascinating world out there. it has so much to see and feel. reading blogs from pakistan to see what people are doing in my country. reading blogs from the world over to see what people are doing and seeing and feeling and thinking in the rest of the world.

it is a wonderful thing. bringing people closer. making them understand each other. with time the artificial lines made by government across the globe will get dimmer and dimmer. we will finally be able to understand each other better. we will finally be able to live like human and not territorial animals.

during the monsoon season (the one we are going through) people bathe in the rain. it is a nice temprature. not hot nor cold. but slightly warmish coolish. the perfect temprature. you do not feel it to be cold despite the wind. you do not feel it to be hot despite the temprature otherwise.

right now. about 5-10 children are bathing in the rain. runnig around. splashing water. jumping in the small puddles. singing songs that children sing during the rain. i remember all of this. i used to do it too. its the same street. the puddles are in the same places. the songs are the same. the houses are the same.

yadish ba khair (oh sweet memory … signifying a deep sense of nostalgia)

well now it is the perfect combination. excellent weather. excellent music. and i am feeling romantic and nostalgic. what more can one want. it is the state of blissful nirvana.

oooooooo. another mehdi hasan classic. this music is giving me an orgasm. baat karni mujhe mushkil kabhi aisay to na thee. jaisi ab hay teri mehfil kabhi aisay to na thee. uffffffffffffff.

i heard that mehdi hasan is in canada. he is undergoing medical treatment there. he is on his last breaths. it is so unfortunate. that a man of his calibre. the shahinshah of ghazal (emperor of ghazal) is dying.

his magical voice enchanted millions for decades. his grasp of music plucked the strings of millions of hearts all over the world. his alaap would send shivers of delight through millions of souls. his voice was an instrument in itself. it was the most beautiful of the instruments. he has the voice that will be remembered in legend all over south asia for ages. along with amir khusrau and tansen.

oh the rain is getting heavier all of a sudden. the children start shrieking with joy. heavier still. heavier still. WHOA WHOA WHOA. wow it is REALLY raining now. i better publish my blog before the power gets cut off and i lose it.