Naya Pakistan - Road to democracy

I see people live on television pointing out how 'Naya Pakistan' didn't come into being after the elections that took place three days ago on 11th May' 2013. Seeing such ridiculous comments being made, I wanted to point out their misinterpretation of what exactly 'Naya Pakistan' meant.
It takes me by great shock to see how our "politically informed" media spokesmen and journalists can make biased statements on live television. Now I don't mean to generalize all of them but most of them. In an era where information is spread through social media in addition to television and radio, facts are not hidden. When these facts are so openly buried under the carpet, questions are raised at their credibility. In an advancing world like now, how can people be denied their right to know? It can be then decisively put that the media has played a controversial role in airing the election and post-election updates.

Now about media raising questions about 'Naya Pakistan'. I don't think that word was coined to define a definitive win in the elections. It was termed to mean progressive change taken by this country's people - tabdeeli (translation: change). That was indeed evident considering how hundreds of thousands of people all over the country took an initiative for a better system and a better society. It has been over three decades that such an enthusiasm had been seen in the history of Pakistan and finally people came out of their houses and took an active role. The passive man stood up to cast a vote and be a part of the change. I know people who came from abroad to not let their vote be wasted. According to the statistics the turnout had been 60 percent. In the previous elections of 2008, it had only been 30 percent! The youth took a vow to bring a change to this country. Never before in many decades had the youth so actively tried to play such a pivotal role in politics. When massive rigging took place people made sure their voice was heard. They made sure that their right to vote was not hijacked. And today they are out on the streets demanding for their right. I do not see how this is not tabdeeli. This is definitely Naya Pakistan and the brainchild behind this change is the one and only, Imran Khan.

So here's a little message to the media and some political personnel, Imran Khan might have not won the elections but he won the nations heart. He rose political awareness amongst the many who hadn't ever taken part in politics. He made sure people exercised their right to vote. It was Imran Khan who inspired many to fight back the corrupt system which has prevailed for so many years.

Is it not Naya Pakistan, then?

In Imran Khan's words, 'Tabdeeli achuki hai!' (translation: Change has arrived)
 

Hamza Ahmed - One of us.

How can someone be so cruel and heartless? How can someone’s ego over power his consciousness of right and wrong? I never knew that mankind could ever come to a point where his rationality would go to the dogs.

How easy has it become to pick up a gun and shoot someone? This question stands for you Shoaib. How can you kill someone who is a human being like you? Someone who has a family like you? Someone who might be having hopes and aspirations like you? Someone who has yet to see so much of life just like you? Exactly, HOW?

He was someone from amongst us. He was someone's son. He was someone's brother. He was someone's friend. He was a human being. Is that how a human being is treated? He could have grown to have contributed to this world in any way possible. His existence would have meant something. Today it was him. Tomorrow it could be you, it could be me, it could be anyone.

He was someone like us. He was shot dead... shot dead at a foolish reason and I’m here cowardly sitting behind the computer screen reading status’ on Facebook about the tragic incident and doing something similar myself – writing about how I feel but not really doing anything against it. I get angry at those who speak big words while I myself sit here… just writing and doing anything. And probably if you’re reading this you’re one of those too who sit there and cry about the tragedy.   

What is the most that we do? Go across the streets with a few banners and demand for justice. Or maybe post some photos on a Facebook page in respect to the deceased. And yet, none of us see justice come to life. In cases like Shahzaib Khan, the culprits easily got away with the murder and all we did was sit hand on hand with nothing to do. In no time the matter faded away and we forgot about him. Today, we lost another Shahzaib. And the same memory pages are made and emotional status’ put up. For a month or so the news will be the headline and then we will all forget about it.

Hamza Ahmed, my heart goes out for you and your family.

What is the value of life here anymore? What is shocking is to know that the order to shoot was made by someone who was ‘educated’. Educated, was he really? Education isn’t just limited to what is learnt from the books. It’s inclusive of moral and ethical values as well. I openly question Shoaib’s family; did you teach him enough morals that could have prevented him to do what he did today? According to me it doesn’t seem so, considering he got into the squabble with Hamza because of harassing Hamza’s girlfriend and to top it, had a guard hanging around with him who acted upon his stupid decision of firing at the opponent.

 

"And whether you manifest what is in your minds (anfosi-kum, 'souls') or hide it, Allah will call you to account according to it."

Shoaib, you may be able to run away because of the corrupt system we are living in: the corrupt system that encourages cowardly acts like yours, but you will not be able to run away from Allah’s wrath. You will not.

Have you ever wondered?

Have you ever wondered if you mean the world to someone who means the world to you? Have you ever wondered if someone loves you as much as you love them? Have you ever wondered if someone would go to any lengths for you like you have for them? Have you ever wondered if someone has cared for you as much as you have cared for them? Have you ever wondered if someone respects you like you respect them? Have you ever wondered if someone cherishes you like you cherish them? Have you ever wondered if they can see through you like you can see through them?

Has the answer ever been a... no?

Life brings us to a stage where sometimes these thoughts cross our minds. These thoughts, which leave us pondering over the most unnecessary things. Things that make us sad. Things that leave us questioning the very existence of a relationship. Would we really call these thoughts 'unnecessary'? The possibility of a 'what if' still remains and.. what if our thoughts are not wandered off on 'unnecessary things'?

What if there exists the slightest truth in what we assume?

 

Long time, no c?

Hey.
I've been writing after quiet a long time. Been busy lately. But since I have been over thinking a lot these days and no one seems to understand my feelings, I guess it's better I write them out here. Stay posted for more stuff. Oh and I will be redoing my blog. 'Pimping' it.

Ciao!

We're born alone. We live alone. We die alone.

We live in a world of different sorts of people, many of whom we can't trust. We live in a world where nothing is our own but... there is this place, a place we believe is our sanctuary... our home. Or is it really?

Sometimes we have everything and yet nothing. My perspective about family is somewhat similar. I have it. Yet, I don't even have it. Today I felt so lonely, almost hopeless. Almost as if there was no one to look up to and nowhere to go to. Whenever I was disillusioned by people I would look up to my family thinking, well, at least these people would always be there for me at every step. Today I realized this was not so. We're always alone no matter what happens. Family members are just like any other normal human being. Just like every one of those who kept on disillusioning me, making me lose faith in humanity. These people are just... just like them. Just like how the world is. And just one of those reasons why life becomes hard at times.

I kept quiet all the time thinking that because they were my family, I was not supposed to say anything but just accept what they did. Now, nothing made sense.

I was sick of being quite. I was sick of all the lies. I was sick of taking all blame. I was sick of everyone.

I hate lying and I hate liars. What makes it more difficult is when people lie right in front of my eyes and I’m just standing there unable to utter even a single word. Who would believe me when I’m surrounded by so many liars especially when it’s one of my own family members? What could I do? Honestly, there is not much that could be done.

It broke my heart and it made me cry because I would never expect something like that from my family, at least.

This is what I learnt and this is what I want everyone to know. Keep your expectations low. ‘Family members’ are not special people. They are just people and they would hurt us too. Do not depend on them. Be strong enough to stand on your own feet. Be your own companion. We don’t need anybody in our life to hold us when we’re falling. If we have the will to be there for ourselves, we’ll have the power to deal with all sorts of people.

Keeping expectations low does not mean we change our behavior towards them. This is what I did. Even when it would hurt the most to see them lie about me, I would smile at them. Even when it would hurt the most to be blamed for things I didn’t do, I would silently accept and apologize for it. This is how it should be. Just remember, we don’t need anyone but God.

 

And let’s face it, He’s always there too.
That's the way it is.

The Great Fear

People. What? 

It's late night and I was thinking about making new friends. A thought that has occurred a million times before. Now, I wonder why? It is not like I'm not happy with the ones already around me. Bad times come and go in everyones life. Things go out of control at times, but not everything is perfect, now is it? Relationships are meant to go through tough times. I think this is the scariest part of it all. 

The moment I make close friends, snap. The next, I just want to move on. By that of course I don't mean my relationship with people doesn't  last long, but if I have hard times with someone even for a brief period of time, I would just rather let go. I'm thinking. Still thinking, why am I so scared of facing shit as it comes. The option I choose is a selfish one. Or is it really? Of course it's selfish. I'm running away. I'm a coward. Or am I? Truth be told, I don't know. And over many years of pondering, I'm now tired to do anymore philosophical thinking. My brain has started functioning on it's own, and everything's going haywire. I don't know why I don't want to know why I'm a 'coward' or why I'm running away. 

Because it's the easy path.

Now that I lay in solitude, in darkness and in complete silence, I think I can give it a shot. HURRAY. Time to think 'why?'. 

My childhood has been scarred by some of the most horrific memories of which just a few know. I matured at a time when children would be watching baby looney toons. Instead, I would be watching national geographic-the evolution of mankind intrigued me the most. I was surrounded by people who were much consumed within their own lives and no, I do not blame them for that. Life has its ups and downs. They had their 'down' days going on and I absolutely don't blame them for not considering what impact it would leave on me. 

Huge. 

I'm now a coward. And the option I would opt for is running away. I can't be close to anyone because I want change. I don't trust, because I'm so scared. 

I'm scared of people. Scared of getting too close that even the thought of separation is unbearable. 

And then I make a huge mess. I ruin everything. I, then, runaway from the mess I create and choose to let go instead of fixing it. 

No, it's just not the way it is. 

I know there are people out there who are like me, making the same mistakes. Don't. 

I know I've suffered a lot but I know at a point I will become resistant to pain. I don't want that. I want to know how it feels because it is then only that I'm able to know what happiness is. These people I run away from are the reason for my happiness. 

Maybe if I keep counting my blessings, which they sure are, will I understand that there is not only one option for me. But many. 

I maybe scared of people, but I'm much more scared that what if it goes on this way...

Mr. One and Only

So here I am, writing after a long long time as I lay in bed, wondering about the not so important things in life. One of them being my 'Prince Charming'. Ok, so first of all, I don't go along with this cliche. I do not want a prince charming. Yes, seriously I don't.

Why? Well because I'm sure he would be stuck up about himself and I'm not the prince charming typr anyways.
So the kind of guy I want, the guy I want to spend my life with...Aahh. I don't have the capacity of writing all of it because I'm sure there's too much I want him to be like but I'll just mention the most important stuff.
Ok so firstly, let me tell all you potential husbands out there, I am a very moody girl. Very spoilt. Very pampered. So I like attention. Yup, all heed on me. I have my mood swings often so beware.

Waittttt. Bad start I guess. I know I sound all so demanding and all, because for an average girl like me (Just being modest. True story) I shouldn't be having that many demands but my 'demands' aren't much of demands. They are just certain things I wish for in a guy.
For example, As I mentioned earlier that I don't want a prince charming-that's true. I don't want the perfect guy. I want an average guy out there whose imperfectness would be no match for anything else.
He should be tall. Well, yeah. He should be smart. I hate guys who act blonde. What a turn off. Guys aren't supposed to be blonde. That is just ridiculous. My guy should love me. And by that, it doesn't mean that he secretively sends me 'I love you' messages on text or facebook inbox, but rather he should show it in front of everyone. Ofcourse I'm not asking for anything related to Public Display of Affection (PDA) but I don't want a guy who would be scared to tell people that he loves me. Also, I want him to do little special things because they mean a lot.

Those little special things include buying me cute presents frequently. Well, atleast once a few months! :(
I love gifts! Be it whatever it is. I just love gifts and presents. What I love more is if a lot of effort is made onto it. Like, I love handmade cards. Totally a turn on. Or maybe a handmade dish.
I love food.

I want my guy to be funny. But not mean. By no means should he hit me, instead he should protect me from everyone else. I'm already extremely weak and I get annoyed if anyone hits me. I want my guy to live a decent life. He must NOT smoke. At all! He should be responsible. He should not be a miser.
Damn I hate misers. And he should pay for me most of the times. HELL YEAH, FOLLOWING THE TRADITIONAL WAYS.
Back to the little things, he should keep me happy. I don't want him to buy me cars (please do if you can afford it) but I want him to put in a lot of effort. I'm a person who gives in everything for someone and obviously I expect the same back.

Like, I don't want him to be all childish regarding things, making excuses all the time. I hate excuses. Just man up and be real.

A real turn off for a woman is when her guy backs out on her. Please don't. Also, be the one who your girl will find support in, not vice versa!

Okay yeah thats about it. Atleast the important part of it.
Cya!

EEEEPPPP CANT WAIT FOR MY GUY.