Excessive Realities

Good Byes

Zain — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 18:33:12 +0000

It is kind of relief that I am a graduate now but at the same time it makes me think that I am going to lose the amazing and charming student life of university. Today was actually my last working day at university. It is difficult to wait on your table all the day long, preparing for expected questions that visitors and optimistically the employers from the corporate sector will ask. People came and went passing through the stalls which one of our instructors called “Dukan”. Now there are good byes, it is most difficult task if you realize that your university life ends here. Tomorrow, I have an interview. I have been interviewed before and this was the job I want and this is the job that I don’t want but still I am going to do it if i passed the interview.

بڑی مدت کے بعد

Zain — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 10:15:44 +0000

بوریت کا مارا، دنیا کا جیالا اور خوابوں کا شکاری کدھر جاۓ . اگر اس کا باجا ٹوٹ جاۓ، دنیا چھوٹ جاۓ اور شکار روٹھ جاۓ. بس دوستو میرا آج کل یہی حال ہے. کیا بتاؤں کیسے جینا محال ہے. محسن نقوی اور مجھ میں ایک بات مشترک ہےکہ اسے دوستوں سے شکایت تھی اور مجہے بھی انہی سے سے گلہ ہے. چنانچہ اب میں اور محسن کی “رداۓ خواب ” اکٹھے پاۓ جاتے ہیں.

Dastan-e-Intazar

Zain — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 09:19:16 +0000

This happens when you plan something but everything comes about in the opposite manner. This time I am passing through the same situation. I have planned to go through local bus service but I have not got a bus in time. Then I moved to plan B, I went to Daewoo terminal, slightly different situation happened there, I missed the bus and the next bus will leave at 4:30pm and this is 2:00pm. I always have a backup plan. This time I have a plan C too. So I moved to FM terminal but their first route is at 9:30pm. And now what this 5.10 feet long man is doing in Daewoo terminal. I am doing a little bit game with my laptop, trying to catch the words to express my feelings. Two and a half hours are left to play this game and then you will sit on the uncomfortable seats of Bus for which you are paying a fare of 1000 rupees approximately. Lets check the layout where I am staying. Young but married men sitting in front of me, no one my left and right seats, after every some time the announcer requests the passengers to please move to their bus if they have got the confirm tickets other wise they must wait for their chance number to be called as I am waiting, some people are messaging their friends, some busy in the propaganda machine of GEO T.V, the half population of world is men so a lot of are there. Oh! A lady I red dress is chewing the chew gum and tapping the floor with her white sandal. No beautiful women aroundL. Hmmm the uncle at the book stall is deeply analyzing every passenger through the mirrors of his glasses. I am a little hungry. No lunch.

Oh! A situation has occurred there. The woman with red dress has handled her bag to an old woman saying “I will be back in a two minute” and the anti lady who is sitting with her back is doubtful, “Son! Check where this woman has gone, I think there is bomb in this bag” anti lady said to the young man sitting near him. The man smiled and answered “No Anti, I think she will be back”. “No Son! Don’t you see the “peaceful atmosphere” of the country? Please check for me”, she insisted. The shadows of fear moved over the face of man and I can easily observe them. And after a two minute doubt, the drop scene occurred as the woman with red dress arrived. This has become to me an evidence of the fear that is prevailing and capturing the minds of public, it reminded me of our discussion on the similar event that happened with a friend when he was travelling in train and people became doubted about the bag of a man and they called the police. No bomb and objectionable material was found in his bag but who can deny the embarrassment of that investigation and humiliating behavior.

I have found a new hobby for me. I decide to start cooking. If someone has the recipes of delicious and scrumptious dishes, give me. I am really interested in that.

Oh! Some graceful women have arrived………

Zain — Sun, 04 Apr 2010 03:14:38 +0000

life is beautiful………..Rain, clouds,breeze,………aims and goals…………family and fiends…….they all make you handsome and beauitful as life wants you to be……

Zain — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 13:32:42 +0000

LAGAN

Extremism

Zain — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 10:07:23 +0000

Pakistan is facing the problem of extremism. Media is showing us a picture and government is showing another. Our religious scholars are giving other confusing statements that are not sufficient to clear the minds of people about what way to adopt or how to deal with this mounting problem of our daily lives. The smoke of suicide bombs and fear of being died on the roads in a suicide attack has iced up our abilities to think and decide. This has diseased the whole cultural and economical life of the country. Many think tanks and analyzers are presenting different theories and logics to reason the causes of extremism but instead of all this research and thesis of past eight years, we are generally failed to control the situation. Because we have not yet realized the real reasons of prevail of this cancer. Let’s start from your self, may be one of us is unintentionally playing any role to strengthen the roots of extremism. May be a little misbehave of ours is a major cause of exasperating minds, forcing them to show their anger in what way they like, This is how the fantasy of extremism comes in existence. The general disgusting attitude of society towards the bearded youngsters, the injustice among different classes on the basis of wealth or personal relations is common in our country and it is accepted as a part of culture. The sense of insecurity is a major cause too. When a man becomes an extremist, something urges him from inside to do disgusting actions. This is actually the will to show his anger like Newton ‘law “Every action has a reaction” or it’s a motivation to release his inner infuriation. His disgrace by the community where he lives, his isolation from the world and his aching wounds from inside are the factors responsible of his situation.

Extremism has deep roots in one’s mind. The intolerant and radical behavior of society makes the annoyed minds extremist and rebellion prevails. The solution lies in your wise attitude, listen to them, cure their grieves, make them employed and respect them.

Remember! Humanity does not lie in helping others; it lies in respecting the feelings and belief of others.

Approaches Of Life

Zain — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 17:43:12 +0000

This happens mostly in a man’s life, that what you mean is misunderstood by others. We have two different approaches towards understanding. One is “Conflict Approach” and other is “Concurrent Approach”. Majority adopt one of these two for understanding and estimating the other’s attributes and behaviors. I myself believe in concurrent approach. But at times, unintentionally, I do the conflict style. Interesting fact is you can intelligently manage both of approaches. Sometime you adopt the conflict approach and after that you realize that you have chosen the wrong approach so you become scared of the results but because others are using concurrent approach, that is the approach to see everything positively, you are misunderstood although this misunderstanding may lead you to an up jump or luck saving you. I am not in a position to advice anybody but I suggest all to use the concurrent approach towards understanding others. It doesn’t matter whether you use the conflict approach or you have chosen the concurrent approach, result will remain same. But adopting the concurrent approach will probably less hurt the feeling of others. God Bless you.

Think!

Zain — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 15:10:41 +0000

Writing helps you a lot. It is a fertile land where you are writing, writing and writing but you cannot be saturated. It is such a passion that when it grips you, you come face to face to the inner side of yourself, the real view of yours which you never know before. Now the mirror shows you the real image. Slowly and lightly, you start recognizing your face, the face of ideas and intellectuality. Now a man is groomed real and a thinker is born. This is the stage where the nation builders are formed and a real progress comes to pipeline.

A Page From the Diary

Zain — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 16:41:11 +0000

In the mornings of cold winters, it is very difficult to leave your warm bed but with will you can make it. Nature has made man curious, adventurous and snooping. He always questions “Why?” and then tries to find the answers by itself. Sooner or later every man sees a question mark in his mind and his life adventure starts here.

I don’t remember the date exactly but the day was Sunday, not so cold but a bright day with the soft and sweet beams of sun. We murmured

“Hey”

“What?”

“Why must go to the “Julian Remains”, I have heard that it’s a magnificent place.”

And we just started on foot. At the university gate, I announced “We are going to take a lift”. “No problem Sir! We are also looking for this”, the quick answer was in the same tone. Good for us. I love to take lifts because I feel it as something that makes me to meet many people of every type. So I just stopped looking for a lift and here comes an “Angel”. In ten minutes we were at Julian stop, Twenty minutes on foot travel to the remains. And we found ourselves on a wide road, mountains on both sides, on the left side a board clearly indicating “prohibited area”. In the front of us, some two canteens and a few cars were there. Our heuristic sense just pushed unintentionally towards that side.

“The remains are right there”. The boy pointed with hands towards the mountain peak in the manner he is seeing the remains but our eyes just stuck to the upwards going large cemented stairs with a green painted wrought iron grill on both sides. A large sigh! At last we were there at the ashes of a five thousand old civilization. The remains were at the very top of that mountain. It took five minutes to reach at the gate. And in that time, a strange looking old man just followed us upstairs. At the gate, he got us; we looked at him with questioning eyes. A victorious smile appeared at his old face “Tickets”. Oh he was the watch man or ticket clerk, whatever you want to call him. “ Boys! You are the first one to be there today”. “Thanks for making us honored” our eyes just pointed and we get in. this is a magnificent place.

Well I am sick of writing now, so let me brief. We enjoyed very much. We returned on foot enjoying the “red blood” oranges of khanput. I want to show you some pictures but the firewall is not giving me the space to do that…………

Shadowless

Zain — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 06:21:59 +0000

I saw people talking in corridors, door ways, shops, markets, streets, parks and a lot of places where even only two persons can stand. They consist of the youth, the old politicians, the jobless men, students and the intellectuals. They talk about Pakistan and its future. They made perceptions. They abuse the government, the judges, the police, the forces and all public and private institutes of Pakistan. At the end, they conclude that Pakistani nation is corrupt and dishonest by nature excluding only their selves who are the only “honest” and “clean” men in the whole country. And then they return back to their houses saying “Only God can save our country, we cannot”. When I saw these things, my mind asks me “what is that? If all their perceptions are true, Then why not these people are trying to avoid it?” and I always answer “this is the aimless ness of their lives that they just have become talkative people, unable to do a single favor to their mother land. The selfishness has grasped their hearts and the brains have become the propaganda machines of the global think tanks.” my mind asks me again “why the people act like this? Is it their nature?” I say “No! They were born at the same wise nature as the every kid of the world. But the curse of foreign aids and debts rusted their minds and their self respect decayed. Now they see every thing With the eyes of their “masters”. and my mind again asks “is their any way to make these people think again of their country and their nation. I just heaves a sigh and do not answer because this is the only answer I do no have.