Day 5 (Darn it) of Deactivation

Why do people act like smart asses? ALL THE FRIGGIN TIME. Pakistanis are soooo addicted to being smart asses that they cant answer straight. They think their level of wit and sarcasm is so good that whatever shit they are going to utter is going to be so delightfully funny that anybody who wouldnt agree with them would be ostracized as dumb. No. thats not how this world works. maybe it does. some special sort of douchepickles are present everywhere. Some people running those Facebook pages like Memeabad are some examples. Khair...
I forgot to write my blogpost yesterday. rather, I was so lost in watching Breaking Bad that I lost the track of time and didnt recall to open my blog page. Regarding Breaking bad, this is one hell of a series. Once I am done watching this, imma write a whole blogpost regarding it. It deserves it. the characters, the plot, the themes and every other thing is well synchronized and makes it even more awesome. Im trying to download the 3rd season of Breaking Bad now. I hope it downloads already so I can continue with the adventure.

Day 3 of Deactivation

Please bear with the title of these blogs, the addiction will take it's time to wear off K? Soooo. Today was fine. the usual. the interesting bit was that my cousin introduced me to this competition to write a 300 words article on Umera Ahmed for a drama page on Facebook. Since it is already established that Umera Ahmed is the J K Rowling of Urdu dramas, I was more than happy to write about her and her dramas. I wish it gets approved not cause the winners (top 3) would get 500 Rs. worth of balance card for their mobile (HAHAHHA WHAT!?) but cause I wanted to write about her and pay homage to one of the most fantastic writers of Urdu. I'll be brutally honest with you guys if I say I didnt read anything in Urdu for the past so many years since my interest never developed in the language itself. Umera Ahmed changed that for me. The moment I started reading Peer e Kamil, I knew I was in for a fantastic reading ride. She has a great understanding of religion, people, relationships and other troubles of human life.
Anyways, If it gets published or something Imma share the link or the article itself here. till then, toodles. 

Day 2 of Deactivation

Those little things people do to remind you that you are still wanted in this world makes you feel so special. Be it a text message, a call or even an email.. Anything that says "I miss you" gives you the best feeling ever. Friends. precious. soulful. sweet natured. taking your bullshit and laughing it off. cheering you up. laughing with you. laughing at you. being naughty with you. Friends. I am blessed to have such friends. I feel bad for not returning the same kind of love and attention my friends shower upon me. Thank you S and J.

Day 1 of Deactivation

Yup I am addicted. To Twitter ofcourse. The first thing I typed in the address bar was 'Twi' but then I had to backspace and realized I deactivated my account. so How is it going so far? I slept at 1 am (BIG BIG MAJOR ACHIEVEMENT) but then I woke up at 4.30 am (WOW WHATTAY ACHIEVEMENT) and then I had my egg mayo sandwich. Tried to find Knorr in the cabinets but turns out that my mum ate the last packet so thats that. what else... yes I am missing my tweeps..how can I not? they
are funny, they make me laugh, I fight with them and they are the reason why I stuck on Twitter for so long. okay shut up already Im starting to miss them to the point of making myself sentimental. so Adios and hoping to give my blog page it's much deserved time now.

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Babble away my girl!

Am I the only one hating my life right now? even while writing this post, all the typos that Im committing are irking me to the extent that I want to kill myself. Too much pessimism, eh? Cant help it. seriously it's not my fault. If you're a Pakistani, you are surrounded by strangely stifling negative vibes. It's even hard to breathe when you are outside, standing at a bus stop, waiting for a bus thinking that you don't get mugged by looters or you dont become a victim of a bullet meant for someone else (at least that's what I would like to think).

Writing while listening to music is sweet. sometimes painful. sometimes you crave for silence, sometimes that silence craves for you. am I making any sense to you?Yes I am. If not, You wont be reading this right now. write now. right now. wut. lulz.

What a Waar!

They say "You have to see it to believe it". This does not apply on the movie "Waar". People had already created a lot of hype about the movie. The trailer had grasped audience attention and it was very much awaited by all.
I watched it today. After at least three weeks of it's release and reading spoilers (thanks to Twitter ofcourse) about the movie I finally watched it. and what a experience it has been. I am still spell-bound by the acting, cinematography, the sound effects and the music. Everything left its permanent charm on me. I couldn't really imagine it was Bilal Lashari's debut film. I'd like to first highlight the positives (and believe me it has many) of the movie.

Positives:
Shaan: Our Hero. I could easily say "agaya tey chah  gaya thaa kar ke" for him. Every single dialogue he uttered was so captivating, filled with emotions and so heartfelt that I felt goosebumps whenever he had a scene with the villain Shamoon Abbasi (ill come to him later). His sober acting suited his character so well that one could feel his pain almost exactly the same way. Shaan lived up to his character. I still cant find any weak points in his role.

Hamza Ali Abbasi: my newest crush ever ofcourse. Lol. I always knew he was a good actor. Having watched him in his drama "Mere Dard ko Jo Zubaan Milay" playing an extremely convincing negative role, I knew this guy had potential. Bilal Lashari saw that too. Hamza Ali Abbasi is everything you want in a movie or in a (side) hero. He has got looks (hayee), he has got talent and he has got what it takes to become a great actor. His speech that he gives to his soldiers "Tau tyaar ho dikhanay kai liye apne dushmanon ko kai ham tyaar hain, iss Dharti maa kai betay qurbani kai liye tyaar hain, Naara e Takbeer ALLAH HU AKBAR" That Speech is what made me fall in love with his character. I was moved to tears and I wanted to yell "Allah Hu Akbar" with him! He played a police officer's role perfect to the core. The only thing I would have wanted was Abbasi's fighting sequence with one of the villains but nonetheless,I have no complains.

Ali Azmat: I really thought Ali Azmat had a strong character in the movie. He had. I still cant recall his acting skills the way I can of Shaan and Hamza Abbasi though. He could have really worked on his diction and accent though. He talked like one of those weird jageerdar politicians of a town we all hate and thus it was difficult for me to see him as a positive character. saying "waqt" as "Waq-qat" and "Quaid" as "Qaa-yad" was not cool.

Aisha Khan: beauty with brains would be a perfect title for this lady. She has it all. Just like Hamza Ali Abbasi, she did not fail to make her mark in the movie. Her acting skills shown through every single scene she appeared in. The only exaggerated part was where she suddenly turns into one of the members of a Bomb Disposal Squad ( if Im not wrong she just worked as an Intelligence officer and trained for shooting and DIDNT deal with explosives). Nevertheless, Her scene after Hamza Ali Abbasi's death (oh shut up, y'all must have watched it by now so this is not a spoiler :P) was so so real, I couldnt hold my tears back and me and my mum were crying in unison with her. Thank you for those tears, Aisha.

Meesha: Lakhsmi aka Meesha Shafi. I have a strong disliking for her cause I think she can not act and she was just there to fill in the X-factor of that movie (as if there was any need). I wont be giving her due credit if I said I didnt like her acting in this movie. She did well. Created a negative vibe around her and made us fall in hate with her. Thats enough, my dislike doesnt allow me to proceed further on Lakshmi Bai.

Shamoon Abbasi: You know that feeling you get where you fall in love with the hero as well as the villain? that was what Shamoon did to me. What an actor. truly inspiring. If anything, Bilal Lashari needs to be proud of casting him for a villainous role. He lived the character to its fullest, made us hate him and made his presence felt. He was everything a villain should be. The only thing I would have wanted was Shaan to beat him to a miserable and more cruel death (yeah didnt we just hate him that much?)

Negatives:

Well the only negatives I found are regarding the accents of the actors. Pushtoons speak in Urdu in a Punjabi accent (I mean seriously, what was that?). The fighting scene between Shaan and Shamoon was really really cut down to a minimal. I swear the director should have extended it to a 5 mins scene and nobody would have questioned it. The dance scene between Meesha Shafi and Shamoon Abbas was a bit over-board. I mean Shamoon could have been shown singing "Ni Swan Song tu meri meri, main tera Rawal Rawal" for Meesha and it would have looked fine.

I could go on and on about how the fighting scenes, the locations and the background music were shot to perfection. Waar truly is what our Pakistani Cinema needed. Shoaib Mansoor opened the doors for the young talent to step forward and shine and thats what Bilal Lashari did. Kudos to him. I was sure I won't be alone in applauding the movie after the credits appeared and the audience would clap along with me and guess what? I wasn't wrong.

"Dont create a fuss if someone abuses on twitter."

 I am always told this by my Twitter friends to calm myself down when someone abuses on Twitter in their random tweets. "BC kaisa hai?" "salay b***** tu ne reply kyun nai kia". Okay I agree guys in general talk like that. not a biggie. maybe its usual for them. maybe their friendship requires a certain "you have to abuse otherwise you are not among us" rule to be followed. but what's with girls? I dont recall saying to my friends "aur B******* kaisi hai?" or randomly throwing your mom is so fat jokes at them. no. I wasn't ever taught that. I dont know. I wont say I dont use abusive language. I do. but, shouldnt there be a limit to it? I mean. Its okay to use abusive language with your besties and they need to be girls. but girls calling their guy friend "BC and Haram*****" is so uncool. big big problem there. The other day, I read a tweet like "hey mother******, how are ya?" by a girl. okay. after a few days I had this to ask to people on Twitter. "If a person calls someone "mother******", should they call their dad that too? since it sounds extremely legit.". obviously. nobody answered.
Abusive language is only fun when its done in private and not used in public to be counted among the "kewl pepol". if abusing is uber cool to you and then I wonder what would you teach your kids to call you... "oye chakkay abba, idhar ayen zara" probably.