Okay tonight I have decided to write a sentimental post. After all I am writing after a very long time and the day I have chosen is the night before my birthday. I am sure not many are interested to know why I have been away from my blog. I blame twitter or micro blogging, as its serving my interest. I twit my views on sports, politics, technology, love/hate, current affairs which if related to Pakistan has something to do with terrorism (how unfortunate).

Anyways today I took some time out to scribble my rusty quill. If I look back at my non celebrity life it has been a mixture of kabhi khushi kabhi gham. But God has always been there for me with a torch light showing that there still some way about of all my troubles. I started my career with a slave wage despite the telecom degree which I worked really hard for. I still remember those three days when I was stuck at work (Benazir assassination days) with very little food and water to survive on. I often slept on the floor of that office during my night shifts. I ain’t any billionaire today nor do I have huge achievements under my belt. But today when I look back at the little achievements I have made (little for others and big for myself) I have a mix bag of feelings, I wonder if it’s really worth waiting, struggling and fighting for? Is it really worth to lose some to gain some?

One has to wait till the end of the show to find that out I guess…

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Ab kyoon us din ka zikar karo
Jab dil tukray ho jaaey ga
Aur saaray gham mitt jaaeingay
Jo kuchh paaya kho jaaega
Jo mil na saka, voh paaeingay
Yeh din to wuho pehla din hai
Jo pehla din thhaa chaahat ka
Hum jiss ki tamanna kartay rahay
Aur har dum jiss say dartay rahay
Yeh din to kitnee baar aaya
Saw baar basay aur ujarr gaey
Saw baar lutay aur phir paaya

Ab kyoon us din ki fikar karo
Jab dil tukray ho jaaega
Aur saaray gham mitt jaaengay
Tum khauf-o-khatar say dar guzro
Jo hona hai, so hona hai
Gar hansna hai to hansna hai
Gar rona hai to rona hai
Tum apni karni kar guzro
Jo hoga daikha jaaega
Jo hoga daikha jaaega

Kuddos to Maleeha for doing complete justice to the song and singing it so beautifully

Check out the song here

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Launched an event on cover it live this will help unite all info from twitter or blogs. if you are someone at the scene or in the volunteer camps you can tweet and update us about requirements and other such important info. All those using the hash tag #Swat #idps #Pakistan go on automatically. Please embed the console on your blog/site/faccebook and help spread the work.

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Few years ago I visited Al-Asif near Sorabh Goth Karachi with my friends. This post that I am reblogging reminds me of the peaceful years of my city when ethnic violence and threat of Taliban in the city was nonexistent. I hope you will enjoy this post.

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Weekend, me and my gang of university friends decided to have some fun and all we could think of was an eating out session (this is how we roll in Karachi :P). We drove all the way to the end of Karachi city for barbeque, exciting eh? Uzair my man was driving his sexay mehran. For those who are unaware ‘Uzair’ is the best run away driver in the city. If you are broke and want to make some easy money by robbing a bank; Uzair is your guy if you want to get away with the loot money in a jiffy. But then if you’re broke and planning to rob a bank. He drives very very fast and his driving will remind you of Ven Diesel from ‘Fast and the Furious’, did I tell you that he almost kills 3-4 pedestrians everyday [Read: ‘almost’].

On arriving at the venue there we found the place jam packed. Saturday Night, famous family restaurant, what else one can expect. The big screen was showing some Indian movie. We decided to leave the premises at once.

Uzair came up with an idea, ‘hey aMmAr wanna eat some pathaan food.’

‘You make pathaan sound like extraterrestrial :P’, I snapped

After some arguments we decided to have some pathaan food. Thanks to Ven Diesel we swift from one end of the city to the other in not more than 15 minutes; I told you he was fast and yeah we almost hit 2 motor bikes, 1 car and 4 pedestrians on our way. So it was after all a safe ride

After parking the car I realized that we were in ‘Al-Asif’ the place was a mini Afghanistan in Karachi as there were pathaans everywhere.

I exclaimed, ‘Guys I just lost my appetite. Too many pathaans for an evening.’

Obaid: ‘ aMmAr shut up and don’t appear cute for your own safety

‘Thanks for the compliment my friend, I’ll try to look like you instead’ I snapped

We were made to sit on a charpaaee, with carpet and cushions on it, a very typical traditional deco for an Afghani restaurant. The area was still encircled by Afghanis but these were different not Pakhtuns but surprisingly Persian Afghanis.

Uzair murmured something in the ear of the waiter, hardly 3 or 4 words but to my surprise the waiter exclaimed to the chef; ‘ dagha daiii waii dhish pish dharr dharr tisha wishwish dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka dharka.;

Me: ‘ Uzair you didn’t accidently said anything to his sister or wife or something or didya?’

Uzair: nah …. I just…

And the waiter continued………. Dagha dish disssh dharaka dharka……………………..

Me: what on earth did you order?

Obaid replied instead: 3 plates of Rice and some Seekh Kababs.

Me: ok-kay, guud!!

The seekh kababs and rice were ummm scrumptious. We had a traditional Persian food or that what I was being told I was also informed that the area is quite dangerous and one can easily get all the illegal items if one desire. Big deal, everyone owns a gun these days

Before leaving, I tipped the waiter complimented him and the chef for the delicious food. To my surprise he shouted, ‘ kanaa dish phissshhhhh, laka tjan than thirrrr thisrrrrrr, darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka darka…..

Disclaimer: My apologies to those who find this post offending. The write up is not meant to hurt the feelings of any ethnic community. Peace out!

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Following is the excerpt from legendary Qawal and musician Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s some what controversial but awesomely written, composed and sung ‘Gorakh Dhanda’

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Jo Kehta Hoon Mana Tumhein Lagta Hai Bura Sa, Phir Bhi Hai Mujhay Tum Say Baharhaal Gila Sa

Chup Chaap Rahay Daikhtay Tum Arsh-E-Bareen Per, Taptay Hoay Karbal Mein Mohammad Ka Nawasa

Kiss Tarah Pilata Tha Laahu Apna Wafa Ko, Khud Teen Dino Say Wo Agarchay Tha Piyasa

Dushmun To Bahar Haal Thay Dumshun Magar Afsoos, Tum Nai Bhi Faraham Na Kia Pani Zara Sa

Her Zulm Ki Taufeeq Hai Zaalim Ki Wirasat, Mazloom K Hissay Mein Tasalli Na Dilasa

Kal Taaj Saja Daikha Tha Jis Shaqs K Sir Per, Hai Aaj Usi Shaqs K Haathon Mein Hikasa

Yeh Kia Hai Agar Pochon To Kehtay Ho Jawaban, Is Raaz Say Ho Sakta Nahi Koi Shanasa

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Those interested can watch the following 3 videos of this qawali:

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

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