A Man's World

I can't believe we are 18 Rozas down already! Ramzaan is flying away so fast! okay so what did I have to rant about today? oh yeah, some Douchey men. Why do some men marry a girl who wears a hijab and is properly burqa-clad and then after marriage force her to take off her burqa and wear sleeveless shirts? I mean what is the logic behind it? They generally defend the psyche by saying, "mai tumhara shohar hoon, jaisa mai kahun waisa karo, mere liye tyaar ho." Okay fine. but why do you even pick a girl to marry who was wearing a burqa out of her own choice? Nobody forced it on her, it was her choice, it made her happy. So after marrying your pathetic thickheadedness, she doesn't even have a right to do what she wants to do? or even wear what she feels comfortable in? This just beats me. Men in Pakistan have a weird sort of narrow-mindedness that women have to bear all their lives. It is okay for a guy to keep in contact with his unmarried female friends but it is blasphemous if their wife does the same with her male friends. He is even allowed to honour-kill her if he has to. Why such double standards? WHY WHY WHY!? Probably they are right when they say it's a man's world out there.

A Place I like to be at

I like to be at a place where nobody pushes me to seek a future

And nobody judges me on my past,

I like to be at a place where people don’t swear an oath

And go back to be being an arse,

I like to be at a place where people listen carefully

So I can pour out my heart,

I like to be at a place where I can continue to seek refuge

So nobody can blame anything on my part.

I like to be at a place where I can do whatever I want

And nobody comes chiding me like a swiss guard.

I like to be at a place where I can rhyme as I want to

And nobody tells me that I can’t. 

That Aunty!

So I went to an Iftar party today after a long long time. I was talking to my mum when suddenly an aunty appeared and sat beside me seeing the seat was not taken. okay, no complains there. She started a small conversation with me and my mum about random stuff and me and my mum continued to keep her company. Still no complains. But, on finding out that I was not married she started acting like a typical rishtay wali aunty and started asking to me about my education and whether I could run a kitchen on my own like a chef. I wasn't bothered much by her questions cause I do keep coming across such 'wonderful' people once in a while, until she bombed me with this, :"aur beta, namaz parrhti ho? and rozay wagera?". Believe me, her question was so sudden and so inept that my expressions gave way and she took the hint that I was actually offended by it. She suddenly changed her stance and said," mera matlab hai aj kal log namaz nai parhtay and rozay nai rakhtay na..". OKAY. my mind was continuously bursting with this: so who in the world appointed you the moral police of Muslims dear aunty? I don't know why people don't realize how unethical it is to ask someone about how much they pray and whether they keep a fast or not. It is a personal matter and if you do that then Allah is there to reward you. Also, offering Prayers and Fasting are not concepts introduced to us Muslims yesterday. These two acts are the two most important pillars of a Muslim's Imaan. Allah surely blesses those who follow the right way of His deen and Guides the wandered off people whenever He wishes to.

Asking someone random and unknown whether they fast and offer prayers or not is the most Riddikulus (a potter head would get this) of things. One should know what sort of questions to ask to a person you just started talking to. If someone is being friendly enough to you doesn't mean you have the licence to go overboard! Some of the Pakistani aunties need life long lessons to learn that it is NOT okay to ask personal questions to people who are not your friends or relatives; It is NOT okay to poke your nose into lives of others and ask questions that might hurt them (apki divorce kyun hogaye, apki beti ki han bachay nahi horahay etc) and it is NOT okay to pretend pious and be a complete maniac when it comes to knowing about something simple called ethics and manners. All this just gave me a reason to avoid any iftar parties in future, or rather being friendly with a random aunty.

Iftar at a restaurant

I still can't figure out the purpose behind going to a restaurant for iftar. A time when one should sit together with one's family and spend time thanking Allah for His benevolence, we choose to plan for iftar at a restaurant offering ridiculous deals. 600 rupees per person for all-you-can-eat is still not digestible to me. I have never succumbed to such schemes of these restaurants since the deals are nothing but a waste of moolah. Why would I ever want to pay 600 rupees to munch on just three slices of Pizza? any sane person would give this a thought before spending his money on these so-called iftar deals. I am not saying that it is wrong to go out with your family for iftar, I just want you people to become a little cautious while spending your money. There is a special sort of charm in this month that attracts people to do good deeds even if they don't do much charity through out the year. So when one could avoid going to restaurants for expensive iftars and utilize the same amount of money to feed some one needy, then why not take an initiative.

Fakeness

Do you know what is the reason behind the psyche of those people who put up a display picture of themselves while sitting in a bench at a park and pretending to talk on a mobile worth 40K? No? I'll tell you. They are simply known as retards, no psyche involved. Humans generally want attention from people around them but the level of attention-seeking quotient varies among them. There are weird sort of people on Twitter too, who just into an argument for the sake of having an argument. Since almost everybody can read your tweets, (unless your account is protected) there is a chance that someone is stalking you and might pop out of some unknown land and post a "hehehe" when you are having a discussion with your friend. A random like from an unknown someone on my conversation is the scariest of the shits. Well, it's not that scary maybe but still it jolts me into realizing that someone was stalking me. Anyways. So I was trying to decipher the meaning behind the complex understanding of people who post weird pics of themselves as display pics. Girls are not lagging behind in the race to be douchepickles of the highest order (I just heard the term "douchepickle" in a Youtube video and simply love to use it wherever possible). They put pics pf themselves pouting into the camera, with a complete hairdo and makeup on their face with a tagline, "just got out of bed". like really? Do you work for the Star Plus dramas where people sleep in makeup and wake up as it is? I don't think so girls. So stop being pretentious and learn to act as the real you. Unless, your real You is as douchey as the fake You then please don't bother.

Maula

I am in love with Ali Azmat's voice. again. I just told one of my friends to listen to "Maula" by Ali Azmat and his reply was, "pagal hai wo, cheekhta hai sirf". I was like you did not say that , oh you did NOT!! Ali Azmat has a unique voice. his soulful voice is what elevates the status of a song. he just brings the words of a song to life by changing the pitch of his voice at the right places. He has not even taken any classical training as far as I know, and yet he is one of the most popular Rockstars of Pakistan. This is what you call talent. Natural and addictive. Here's to people with beautiful voices! Cheers!

Twitter Mania

I have this automatic crush on guys with afro-style hair. specially the one that footballer David Luiz keeps these days. other than that  yes, I am writing a blogpost after a long long time. sorry my dearest blog, my mind was not at its right place earlier. breaking news: I hate my employers! They are a bunch of retards with weird ass rules and regulations and a shit pay for your hard work. I wish my previous employer could pay me on time so I could continue working with him. Alas. I haven't even read any new book for such a long time. The last I read was Peer e Kamil and even that is yet to be finished. Twitter thou art a time wasting miserable cur!