Standing still in clutter of things
The memories of old stored in each bit
You carry some
Some you throw away
They weigh you down
But you keep them for the sake of old times
Or so you say whenever I ask you, why
But inside you try to find the reason everyday
On busier days you ponder late at night
Chasing away the sleep with tendrils of spite
Spite, you did not know you had before
Till you were among those things again
You still keep them and they remind you of what you had
I don’t know why it was better than what you have
When you do, would you let me know?
Till than I am sure you will stay awake
I can wait or walk away
Maybe I would be a memory you keep
Or a thing you throw away
I wish, I knew
I wish I could stay awake too
Share some of that burden with you
But the lights are bright
And night is not past yet
And you make me feel alone
And I know I don’t deserve to be left behind
So I will sleep but not leave
I guess, I am sucker for memories as well
What you do(say) “may” get done(said) to you.
In last 50 days of summer I have spent a lot of time on internet. As any person still in educational system would do in their long summer vacation. I am not new to internet, but the level of hate, intolerance, bigotry and all the other nice big words we use to define internet pigs and trolls, doings, fell short when I surveyed the comment section. It really does not matter where you are, Facebook, YouTube, Dawn news, MSN news, you will have the displeasure to come across over whelming number of these.
The thing is these comments are rarely challenged by anyone, why? Because good people are tolerant and nice and simply the bigger people who have self-taught themselves to ignore them and move on. they would like the video and share it. Most recent example is Theresa May speech on ISIS and Islam. I don’t know this woman and I don’t know her background but when she was reading the speech there was definite effort by her to be convincing and honest. She said that ISIS was not following Islamic teachings in any way. I think that no body has spoken that in more clear terms then her, that specific point.
Yes credibility of speech giver always should be accounted, but the content she recited was perfectly well in the context with her motive, so points for that. So many people choose that moment to spew hate because well nothing like ruining something good. It feels like it has just become a habit of so many ignorant people. They don’t know how to survive in a good environment let alone a peaceful world. Like most places in internet when some act of violence comes up and the people spewing violence relate one way or another to “Islam” even when later on it might not even my Islam related just done my some sick individual who was doing whatever he wanted.
Now most people like to believe they “understand” Islam. When they are not even Muslims or have not even been educated in Islam. Islam is not something you can google and understand or learn. You need educators to teach you Islam in its true sense and form. And most of all you need the environment in which you are ready to be tolerant and understanding. If google was an educator all schools would have been shut down by now. Google tells you stuff it does not teach you anything. Islam is a doctrine of life you need to be taught you ain’t equipped to get it just by google.
Now people say that it’s in Quran to kill non-Muslims. First of all it’s not written like, step outside and start killing people who you feel are not Muslim. This is where comes the desperate need of educators and a lot less google. Yes there are many harsh verses on warfare and (Physical)Jihad inciting killing non-Muslims. All those verses(Ayah) have “Shaan-e-Nazool” I don’t know the English synonym of that word but it means in Urdu the events which happened which resulted in the revelation of those verses. You see, to understand the significance and the back story and events and circumstances in which that verse becomes something which needs to be enacted upon we relay on Tafsir of Quran. You might be thinking what Tafsir is, it’s usually 7 or more volumes of explanation of verses of Quran. You can think of it as Encyclopedia, which only explains Quran to all humans who obviously do not have the understanding of the exact meaning of that verse. IF you are the person who in this moment is thinking why should it be so complicated? Why do we need to make so much effort? Because dear, why do you study Shakespeare when he was just play writer and poet? Why do you write books and books on understanding philosophy when it sums up to even more nothing. Why do we tangle ourselves in webs of technology which seems unending and very expensive with each weave? If you can’t make the relation still, it’s the knowledge my friend. Knowledge comes with effort. Islam is the doctrine of life, its knowledge, for its followers. Many Muslims don’t always follow it, but many try to, it’s not easy, its not very simple and at times it challenges you. The beauty of this knowledge is that if you follow it long enough you will start to understand the wisdom and hidden beauty in it.
Sky is blue, water is wet, ISIS is bad. Those are facts. but have you ever tried to question why ISIS happened. Just because Big Brother has you believing that it was always there and they are the reason for all that is wrong in the world. It does not necessarily mean its true. I mean lets face it world was pretty bad place before ISIS. Lets just question Big brother what was he doing for 7 years on the territory before ISIS took the very same territory. The Big Brother claimed that it had sent its troops to eliminate the threat which might affect the World. I don’t know Big Brother but it sure feels like that you meant to implant the threat in the territory which might affect the world.
However every passing day ISIS kills more people it spills blood on the ground. Covering up the land soaked with blood of 100 thousands of innocent men women children, civilization and society. I knew one Iraqi uncle, he once correct by pronunciation of Arabic alphabets. It was few months after the invasion by Big Brother. He was looking for asylum. His family wanted to move to Europe though. We don’t know if they ever made it. Never really heard from him after his return to Baghdad. 20 years of friendship which crossed borders ended when somebody across Atlantic decided a threat needed to be eliminated, but that’s a story for another time when they are tears to spare.
Coming back to the point what west easily forgets is that how many people this ISIS has killed. And how many of them were Muslim? Overwhelming majority were Muslims. Some people who like to create divisions when they know there is already a huge tension, say that they kill only Shias, a lie. As we all don’t know, very little addressed fact, but a fact that they bombed and killed nearly 8000 Kurdis who are overwhelming of Sunni Maslik. its unfair, its unjust but it’s how popular reporting works, it’s not based upon equity it is based upon drama and what ever would churn up the most negative emotions and incite miscommunication.
You still don’t get what I am trying to tell you. Go watch Zootopia, they beautifully and creatively have broken it down in a way even kids get it now.
Not every day has to be great day, not everything has to be awesome. Not every plan needs to work out. Most days are just moderate or drag. We fall behind. disappoint, screw up and night comes and we look back and say what a waste and beat ourselves up about it. The thing to remember is its not too late for anything unless you are dead. That is another debate. So lets just focus on things that we have, we have kindness.
Kindness is when you come home and find cold beverage in fridge. When you find food in the oven. Kindness is when you put a water bottle in someone’s room. Kindness is when curtain’s are pulled close in so someone’s sleep does not gets disturbed. Kindness is to give aspirin to some one who might be in pain, and offer them water, without them having to ask repeatedly. Kindness is to remember another’s need along with yours. Kindness is not to remind another of their shortcomings. Kindness is to make someone laugh. Kindness is to listen. Kindness is to offer when not asked, kindness is to care without being reminded. Kindness is granted to each and everyone, just remember the kindness extended to you and be grateful for each little act. That is kindness to onto oneself. Makes breathing easier, existence little brighter. Count the acts of kindness.
i am pretty sure everyone has experienced at least one such act of kindness. Those are moment of beauty the moments that make you feel good make things good. What more can one ask from a moderate day?
The thing about imagination is that it is incoherent. There is more visual approach to our imagination littered with junk of real life and stories and dreams and what we make up. Imagination is a beautiful thing. A crazy thing, a vivid thing. A thing that we need to make it through the day. Tamasha is a story of man who makes stories of stories. Who lives a story who is a story within himself.
We are two people, one is the person who we see ourselves to be, not really see but more like its the narrator of our brains. It how we think and respond to things the conversation we have with ourselves, the conversation we would have with people we are never going to meet.the things we want to say but never do. The conversation we have have with dead writers and kings and historians. The past that we imagine in our head. The picture of the different worlds and eras dinted with colors of what we know about things and what we think about things. Its a play in our heads, a play where there are similar faced character playing thousand different roles in thousand differnt scenarios. Juliet, laila, heer, sassi or any other heroine of a folk tale. The tale remains the same the place changes. Is not that a living proof of that we have same characters in our head but like hundreds of different scenarios the same story can play out. That’s Tamasha. Running the fine line between who we are in front of the world and who we are in empty house by ourselves. When you start talking loudly to people in your head when Ginn is out of the box, when sword is unseathed, when sun is covered by grey, when cherry blossoms bloom in Rawalpindi when possibility is just conjuring of a thought away.
Tamsha is a lovestory but its more then that it a story of our deepest desire to know someone who sees us. Who really see the story we are part of. The story we made up. The story that even if put in a novel or movie or series would never be enough. Because in our stories we just can not be one thing. We have to be everything, every character we fall in love with, every era we live through. One novel can just not hold all that. A series of novels cant hold all that. People will never understand why the person who looked like a american teenager in last novel is now twenty something pakistani woman in this one and bella swan’s twin sister in third or a witch in age of Joan of arc or a warrior in ranks of mongols or a princess in mongols. It does not matter who and what your name is you are part of a story. But if you meet a person who see’s your point. Who can actually keep up with the fact that bella swan’s has a twin sister and that girl could easily be a Pakistani girl. Then your world falls out of balance. We had a god thing going this world and i. There was me and people inside of me. It was alright we were in a good place. Then someone sees all of us. My secret is out. They see me as one of them not as a normal person. Balance of my world rests upon this secret. The secret is out means they are out as they are the secret and then they take over, they are angry at me for hiding them for so long for lying to them that no one can see us but when that person see’s us that means there is something in this world some place where it is okay to have people inside you. They might not be real and may not be seen but that does not mean they dont exist and that they are not there.
Tamasha was perfect, i dont know how they did it but it was perfect. Not all of us have same imagination not same agaitation but there is this ismorphism between all of us imaginative lackeys the fine line between what we are and who we are. I loved the movie i smiled all through it. If you dont understand what they were talking about its alright. Its not your fault. One can not miss something they never had. One can never love something they never felt for. One can most definitely not understand someting they dont have any experiance of. Ranbir kapoor, i am no fan, but that man is one man show, everywhere else is just there to asist him. Depika Padukone is most natural actress. All in all i would not recommend. But i could relate to everything in this movie.