(One of the many reasons, teachers became my enemies at IVS, was my act of criticizing two film gods.)
When I was at Indus Valley School Of Arts & Architecture for a brief period of five weeks (yes, I left realizing it would be waste of one year learning crap), I noticed that the teachers forced perfection in filmmaking – angles, camera movement, rule of third, 180 degree rule, continuity… The film has to be just perfect. (This is what I learned).
No problem; good thing. I like that too.
But then it should be applied to all. Teachers should be able to criticize legends’ work too and not get offended when a student does so.… READ THE REST...
DECEMBER 23, 2015
Just a couple of days ago, someone asked the same question I have been asked many times before. “Why do you wear tights under a dress?”
This time, I did not want to respond. So I thought, I should write.
Here is why…
I, somehow, do not like Pakistani clothes. (Yeah, you can frown as much you like.) I find them very disturbing. Hence, I am always in dresses or tops. I keep my legs covered 65 percent in order to avoid becoming someone’s bedroom fantasy.
In the West, boys grow up watching their mothers and sisters wearing shorts, dresses, tank tops and bikinis at home and out.… READ THE REST...
NOVEMBER 12, 2015
Karachi is a city where having a car is a crime. You cannot park ANYWHERE. Well you can park in the paid parking but otherwise try parking it at home when you have to go somewhere. No matter where you take your vehicle, someone is offended and felt mugged of space. I am not joking, seriously.
I have recently joined a meditation group, which is located in Defence. It is situated in a house. The house is pretty big and with big boundary wall, one gets a lot of space to have parking outside. All the rest of the houses in the street are immense with vacant space outside their boundary walls.… READ THE REST...
All I hear, when I go out, is ‘you can’t do this; you can’t do that.
What is happening to people? What kind of rules are being made these days? Where is the logic?… READ THE REST...
Every time I complain how bad system is in Pakistan or how bad people behave or how reckless they are on roads, driving, riding, walking, so I have been told ‘it’s lack of education’.
‘Lack of education ? How come?… READ THE REST...
#PAKISTAN #RULES #KARACHI #TRAFFIC
One of the many things I am annoyed by in Pakistan is people’s driving. I am now on the stage that it has become funny to me. I laugh.
People take it too personally on roads here. You can’t be in front of someone (LITERALLY) . Anyone behind you thinks that it is his right to be in front of you. Everybody wants to be ahead of everyone. If you dare to overtake someone, you commit a moral, ethical and spatial crime. (It is his right to be ahead of you). Your overtaking will make you face all sorts of verbal and gestural abuse.… READ THE REST...
July 4, 2015
I don’t fast and I don’t pray. I am a happy secular soul. But I am a good human. Living in Pakistan and hanging out with people who fast till they drop while carrying no fasting myself bring people on me preaching me to make ‘pure’. (Most of the time not always.)
Just yesterday I was at Iftar dinner with some friends and with their friends.(Iftar is the food time at dusk for Muslims to redeem themselves from day’s starvation in the month of Ramazan / Ramadan.) A woman asks me, “So you are fasting?” (I don’t know why everybody asks this question here when the only answer they expect is in affirmation.
… READ THE REST... June 4, 2015
What’s there to like about Pakistan? I go through hell on daily basis. It wasn’t this bad in this country ten years ago. There was still a system that functioned. There were still few educated people. There was still a bit of satisfactory customer service. Nothing such exists anymore. More the things rising in price, the lower the service is going.
I have been trying to get an appointment with a doctor for weeks. She sits at Agha Khan Hospital and Hilal e Ahmer Hospital in Karachi. The phone line at Hilal e Ahmer goes busy all day long, and if it doesn’t then no one ever picks up.
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You can easily tell a western politician apart in public by his spine. They have special spines. They are either born with one or their mothers trained them to make theirs like this. The spine is highly stiff and normally ends at the top of the head instead of neck.
Western politicians walk and behave in distinctive manner due to their special spines. Notice how they are always stiff. Even if they bent or lean forward, they only bring their head forward. It is not possible for them to curve their vertebrae.
by xandria noir
Over the years many standards have been altered or perhaps compromised. I only have concerns about how people in Pakistan ranging from 25 to 40 year have started rating other people with high scores. In earlier days, quieter the person, the more observant and wiser he was deemed; now, more one blabs, more intelligent and knowledgeable he is.
Observing Homo sapiens of the Pakistani society in a social gathering is enjoyable and as well as painful experience for me. I have been noticing transition of sanity into stupidity. Girls or women take crack at impressing males with their pattern-exploded clothes and over sized accessories with overuse of unverified facts as conversation appetizers.An opening of a new outlet of clothes in Pakistan opens a window for mockery that chirps the sonnet of insanity. People come, chatter, smirk, sway, sip and leave. Insanity in disguise. Cameramen with big cameras, over-polished anchors on the lookout for an interview, grabbing women with shimmering make-up and screaming clothes, and men with dazed quantity of hair gel and confused statue-of-liberty hairdos, and neatly placed snacks on flying platters. Glam and clam just don’t mix, so loudness is the requirement if you want to be noticed.
Girls would take enough time to make sure their lip gloss is shiny enough, top is revealing or clingy, shoes are spotless, mobile phone is fancy, accessories are blink blink, hair is blow dried, and on arrival, gait is flying with flirtatious whiff.… READ THE REST...
My Digi Cable was out. Therefore, I had no American-English channels to watch. I was detached from my existence, vacuumed by the monster discreetly named depression, sitting in a dark room in despair after flipping through some local channels, those which are what I can call ….umm…foreign-NIZED music , drama and fashion channels these days. And I had no way out.
As I closed my eyes instead of giving the table in front of me a bolt of head bang, I remembered the days when we were entertained by THE only TV channel, PTV the great, which by the way succeeded in mesmerizing the nation in that tiny frame of time, as tiny as only six hours a day.
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There were times, when my senses of decency and discipline were injured every day when I mounted my car on the roads of commotion. I suffered, suffered and suffered, and one day I got up to embrace the fact that the world of perfection, where I live in, only exist in my brain. Here people have contradiction with me. They say that’s not the real world, this is the real world. With me the scenario is, of course, vice versa.
I live in Karachi, which has become a dodging car ring; the difference is that the cars don’t intentionally bump.
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