Facebooking your Life

I always wonder what pleasure does it provide people in letting others know where they are dining with their beloved ones, where they are shopping for the summer and why they tag a friend in a status when he or she is sitting right beside them the whole time. Facebook does it to you ladies and gentleman. Facebook, a social network where people post about their problems, their love for their husband/wife and love for their non-facebooking parents. It is strange that all of us are deeply lost in posting about our likes and dislikes over social networks like Facebook, Twitter and other such social networking websites. What has resulted this situation? according to me, I think its the lack of communication with loved ones and our friends. Before we indulged ourselves into these websites, we used to rejoice going to a fun place with our family, with our friends and talk with our best friends about a new experience. Now, we have subjected ourselves to talking to our friends via Twitter and Facebook only. The importance of meeting up with our friends is only highlighted when we meet up at a restaurant. Even during that event, we spend our time taking pics the whole time cause it will make a cool album on Facebook or a perfect DP. I sometimes, don't even enjoy conversations with my friends cause all they have to tell me is that someone posted a pic of their chacha ki beti ki marriage pic and the groom didn't look good enough with the bride in the pictures. Amusingly, the pictures are supposed to have "privacy settings" for the friends and family but my friends somehow dig out pics to satisfy their officious desires.

I wish the old times come back, when we used to visit our friends place just to rant about our siblings, our teachers and sometimes our parents too. Those old times when we enjoyed talking to each other about ourselves, not about what others were doing in their life. Times when a conversation with our best friends was the most fun and blessed thing to happen to us in comparison to the happiness we now get in receiving a hundred likes over a pic. Someone was right when they said," Old is Gold".

A Moment of Realization

No. You aren't a part of my life anymore. stay away from me. please. thats all i am asking you to do. please. I had to come and rant on my blog cause that's all I wanted to do right now. yell. scream. shout out loud. whatever could lighten me up and relax me. watching a comedy movie would be a good choice. maybe not. maybe. will decide that later. people care. they actually do. thats what makes you realize there still are people alive in this world who want to be a part of someone's happiness. not just to be officious or nosy but actually to show they love, to show they care, to show they are still there for you to cry on their shoulder, to show you are not alone, to show they can always put a smile on my face, to show no matter what happens they will cheer me up, to show they can take my bull shit and throw it away with a flippant behavior and pretend as if it didnt matter to them, to show that my rudeness as a result of my anger will never effect them, to show they are much more humane than anybody else alive in this world. These people make me feel alive, to trust in humanity once more, to live with a hope that all's not lost yet, to believe that everything is fine and will be fine again. That is ladies and gentleman, a moment of recognition.

My Voice as a Pakistani

Okay, you might find this blog is written in bit of a patriotic frenzy and some of it might not make sense to you but every year I have to come across some of the most obnoxious things ever. Every year, I have to argue (rather fight) with some early-twenties pseudo-intellectuals about how Pakistan is a land of opportunities corrupted by our very own faults and not a land inherent with malignant atrocities since its birth. The argument from their side always starts with the worse: "The partition was a mistake, Pakistan should have never landed as a separate entity at all, We would have been better off as Indians." When I first came across this idea, I was almost left speechless, thinking what sort of mind could conceive a thought like this and completely overlook all the sacrifices and bloodshed that caused us a free land.

Muslims, are different from Hindus, that is very much a established fact. If Indians are considered to be an epitome of peace, intellect and patience for every race and culture (this can be contested), it was not like that in the 1930-40's. I am definitely weak at history and giving any cogent examples to defend my argument but I know one thing: I am a Pakistani and will die as a Pakistani. If my ancestors decided to land into Pakistan for their betterment and even if something has gone wrong since then, It's my duty to stand up and take charge. It is my duty to change the whole disgusted scenario my country has to face. It's definitely my job to point out faults of my people but it's also my job to do my own part first in order to preach others about doing good. I am terribly disturbed with the psyche of youngsters planning to leave Pakistan for good cause this country is not allowing them to excel in their life. It is the people who need to be changed, not the land. If its in your hands to mold your future according to your liking then it is also your responsibility to improve the condition of your people and your own country. If something goes wrong in your family then you surely don't leave them behind and run away, do you? If that's what you do then you are most welcome to leave this country to people who care for it and still have a glimmering hope that this will become a safer, better and beautiful land for every one to live in.

I have this sudden urge to repeat what ex-PM Yousaf Raza Gillani once said to a reporter from CNN (the context was different though but anyways)," why don't they just leave then? who's stopping them?".

Andddd It's Gone.

So Eid Mubarak Everyone. Hope your Ramzaan and eid went well. The third day of Meethi Eid has finished now but I still wanna enjoy some more. The third day was quite boring to be honest. I couldnt go visit a certain relative cause some other relatives of mine had already invaded the house of that person. Never mind. I sorta miss the Ramzaan feel now when it's gone. I followed a certain routine, a patterned life style and a way of living that I should be following the whole year around. I am some how disappointed that Ramzaan doesnt have an alrernative pattern. Well, I need to reevaluate this because I dont think I would have followed the pattern perfectly if that was the case. I need to turn myself into a better person and Muslim first to follow the set path of piousness.

My mind is sleepy right now I guess. or may be too many ideas have taken place at the same time. I  shoul dgo and figure out what should be the topic to my next blogpost and meanwhile you need to turn your stove off. Salaan na Jal jayay.