K H A T!

"Prime minister k khat na likhne pe Supreme Court ne unhein naa-ehl qaraar de dia" - News
(Na-ehl = impotent, eh?)

"Naye Prime Minister ne halaf utha lia magar kya woh khat likhengay?" - Such ka bhurta bana k geo!

"Khat - To write or not to write" - A deep melancholic write-up by a wanna be at the "tribune blogs". (Article parh k neeche twitter handle ko follow karna mat bhooliyega"

Such are the atrocities of this Khat. Aik Khatt. Saala aik khattt ...(And you instantly know what Nana Patekar said after this. Aqwaal-e-Zarreen)

This khat-khatahat has blown me into the 90's where I discoeverd my first affair of the muhalla once trying to learn my grade 7th english essay at the chhat. Nazzron nazzron mein isharay and full adaon wale romantic scene got me crazy. The heroine was a dusky damsel baji in my galli living right next to my place and who confessed her love instantly to me whe  i said "Baji, aap ---bhai ko daikh rahi theen na" (Using facebook poke effect). She found a reason for her emotions to spread out (Internet us waqt napa'ed tha). Then shen used to give me a khat to give to her "WOH" living few homes across. The bhai jaan was also a full stud piece. And used to reciprocate equally to all her glares & bares.

I was an honest little honey back then too. Neither did I exchanged their love letters, but also never told this to my mom. Else i know, un ki toh band bajj jaani thee :P
Strange enough, although tempted but I never read their letters.

But I did it once. One love letter that was in my brother's room. I read it. And then handed it over to mom gracefully. Fizza Rahman from CIA - Mission accomplished :D

Ejoy some Khoobsurat khatt's from google bhaijaan. Just for fun.

 

Spoiler: Aap meri Khaatir naswaar chhor dain :P

 

 

Spoiler: Haath mein elaichi muun mein badaam, Khat parhne se pehla mera salaam!

 

 

Spoiler: Some love one, some love two, I love one, that ARE you!

 

Spoiler: Aap pant shillt mein buhat ache lagtay hain :D

 

 

Spoiler: Allama Iqbal ki rooh ko thais puhanchate huay un k shair ka zoo-muanee istemal!

 

BUSS??

 PIKTURE ABHI BAKI HAI MERAY DOST..

 

 Here is a collection of some epic love songs on "khat" from Youtube.

 

Respect for the song. But shouldnt Prime minister sahab should also send a phool in his khat. Guaranteed. Mehboob ap k qadmo mein!

 

 

Karishma ji k kapde aur ajay bhai ki jawaani. Full aatish! Jab yeh khat likh sakte hein toh PM sahab kyun nahin. YEH KIA BAAT HUI. MUFTI SAAAB!

 

 

Khat mene teray naam likha. Haal-e-Dil tamam likha (Pata nahin kitne papers per aaya hoga. Plus, paper bhee college register k honge). When they can ... why cant u PM saab??

 

 

Chalo bhai. Inho ne toh khat watt ko b chhor k direct dil pe likhne ki baat kardi. Technology. FTW

 

 

 Forget Bollywood. Rafaqat Ali Khan wins. The real reason for not writing a khatt. Beat that!

 

 

 

Jashn-e-Aazadi

Ab kis ka jashn manate ho us des ka jo taqsim hua


ab kis k git sunate ho us tan-man ka jo do-nim hua

Us khvab ka jo reza reza un ankhon ki taqdir hua

Us nam ka jo tukra tukra galiyon main be-tauqir hua

Us parcham ka jis ki hurmat bazaron main nilam hui

Us mitti ka jis ki hurmat mansub ud'u k naam hui

Us jang ko jo tum har chuk us rasm ka jo jari bhi nahin

Us zakhm ka jo sine pe na tha us jan ka jo vari bhi nahin

Us khun ka jo badqismat tha rahon main bahaya tan main raha

Us phul ka jo beqimat tha angan main khila ya ban main raha

Us mashriq ka jis ko tum ne neze ki ani marham samajha

Us maghrib ka jis ko tum ne jitna bhi luta kam samajha

Uss masumon ka jin k lahu se tum ne farozan raten kin

Ua un mazlumon ka jis se khanjar ki zuban main baten kin

Us mariyam ka jis ki iffat lutti hai bhare bazaron main

Uss Eiisa ka jo qatil hai aur shamil hai gamkhuaron main

Un nauhagaron ka jin ne hamain khud qatl kiya khud rote hain

Aise bhi kahin damsaz hue aise jallad bhi hote hain?

Unn bhuke nange dhanchon ka jo raqs sar-e-bazar karain

Ya un zalim qazzaqon ka jo bhes badal kar var karain

Ya un Jhute iqraron ka jo aj talak aifa na hue

Ya  un bebas lacharon ka jo aur bhi dukh ka nishana hue

Is shahi ka jo dast-ba-dast ai hai tumhare hisse main

Kyon nang-e-vatan ki bat karo kya rakha hai is qisse main?

Ankhon main chupaye ashkon ko honthon main vafa k bol liye

is jashn main bhi shamil hun nauhon se bhara kashkol liye!

(Faiz Ahmed Faiz: Qissa Haye Wafa se Iqtebaas)

 

The curious case of friendships, dreams and life ..

I am just back from a work trip to the capital city of Pakistan. My work requires a lot of up-country and local travelling which I enjoy very much since I get to see my friends there, meet new people, discover new places and explore a lot of different things on the way. I had to go to Abbottabad and this time we chose the Nathiagali route so as to counter the horrific heat. The whole way I was amazed at the scenic beauty of our country. When I tweeted “Enjoyed nathiagali like anything”, one of my twitter buddies had a question for me ..”How can one enjoy alone?”. I seriously had to think twice before answering this question and this is probably why this blog post originated.

I am the youngest in my family with two elder brothers, so all my childhood their and my interests have been repelling. I remember playing with dolls alone, doing my home work alone and creating a fantasy land of my own where I had a bunch of imaginary friends which I wanted in real life. Therefore, I have always been the kind of person, who would love to socialize. When I entered university, I was lucky enough to be part of a group where everybody was my friend just as the ones I had fantasized. I remember never going to uni for fun,always to meet my friends. I made up stupid plans, sometimes going to an exhibition, sometimes posing for a group photo shoot, sometimes for an eid Milan lunch and when nothing, calling them up at my place for hangout. We were great. My life revolved around my friends. I had a continuous argument with one of my friends to whom I used to say that don’t pamper me this much, else I will miss this time when you wont be around for me. Sometimes I used to be very angry at two of my friends who were committed to each other, not because of anything else but because they would ruin the friends plan by going on a date at the same time. The theory was simple: gf’s/bf’s are ok to spend time with but not at the cost of your friend’s time!

By the time, we were about to finish our studies, some of us started getting engaged/married. This used to be a very special occasion because we thought the friend’s family is growing into a khandaan! Soon after studies, we started off with our jobs. Everybody got a kickass career move mashaAllah. I still was the one who ended up making plans for meeting for a lunch/dinner. This time, the responses started getting varied. “Yaar abhi time nahin hai” ..”Baqion se pooch lo phir mujhey bata dena” ..”Yaar I already have a commitment somewhere else” ….”Zaroor challenge but meri mangaitar nahin ayegi” (Since she is my fiancée so I will date her only but not take her out in public in our mutual friend’s gathering). I started getting restless. Then one fine day we decided to meet up at university. It was a wonderful day to sit at the canteen side on the grass behind Pharmacy canteen eating kachori’s. Almost all the friends made it their that day .. but something just struck me right into the heart. Only after 7 months of separation ..we weren’t the friends that I had imagined. We had an obsolete knowledge of what was going in each other’s lives. There were 5 guys and one girl apart from me in the group. The guys obviously met up every weekend and knew about each other very well. The girl was engaged to one of the guys in the group and so she somehow was better informed about all of them. And here was me .. obviously not informed and just not fitting right into the group. We sat together for a chit chat, but obviously I wasn’t well aware of the codes the guys were using or the events they were referring to which they attended together. I felt shattered!

My life revolved around my friends.. or atleast this was the way I perceived them always. I used to put up facebook albums of our university time together, ask my friends to sign up for facebook. Tag each of their photos when they came on facebook (Yes, currently on an average I must have 200+ photos tagged of my friends on individual basis). I used to write poems, dream about the time of my life I had over the years and thank God for having so nice friends. Even though I accepted that we may meet after long, but sitting there feeling awkward was one of the most hardest feelings I sustained. Out of all these years, I had the right to know if one of them was appearing for an IBA test (Shouldn’t they ask me too?) or if the other one was all set to tie the knot to his beloved in the coming three months or if one of them was leaving for an international official trip ..why I didn’t know?

Another aspect to this was the fact that by this time, almost all my friends were committed/engaged and married except for me. So that means they had a lot to do in their personal lives managing their career, family, friends and in-laws. Agreed. I wasn’t committed/engaged or married then but I bet, even if I was .. this could have never been a reason for ignoring my friends. So the tree of friendship stood there, laughing at me .. because I was alone in this mad,mad world!

This was the last time I went to university. I never go there. Because it hurts! To be at a place where you had the best of your time with the best of your people …and to see that place again, all deserted, with no promises for future.. I never went back to university.

Right after uni, is also the time when you are actually transforming yourself into a practical person, so a lot of things get revealed to you in a certain style. The revelation was pouring itself upon me .. shattering my dreams, molding me into something new & classy.

Sometimes, I used to run across a bunch of happy students ..and get jealous. Sometimes, seeing them I just used to smile. I shut down my facebook account to see how my friends react, and the response was nothing but a final dent in the coffin. I was critically ill in hospital for around a month and with several thousand reasons of worries .. but none of my friends except one had time to come see me!  May be the persons who claim to love you the most, hurt you the most!

Eventually life has turned a new face towards me. There are no more dreams to run for. I travel a lot and tweet a lot. I meet a lot of people and enjoy talking about different stories ..but I am not into friendships anymore. When years of friendship can take a side over preferences and priorities ..then how would you trust the new one’s I ask! This is why, when I travel .. I can enjoy having a burger at Hardees alone, or going to shopping alone. I just get myself rolling.
And yes, I take equal responsibility for not being a good friend too!

Priorities. Hunh!

CEST LA VIE!

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A Tribute to Captain Usman Ali Shaheed 7A.K

As I start writing these lines, my heart is burdened with grief, my eyes are filled with tears and my hands tremble. I am an ordinary human being. A sinner in life. How would I do justice to write about the bravery and courage of a man who has achieved so much in his life to get the honour of being called a "Shaheed". A young man, full of courage who was at the border while we were in our comfortable homes sleeping in our cozy blankets. A young man, father to a 2 month old baby girl, Rameen, who kissed her forhead before going for his duty and promised to be back home soon. Little Rameen would never be able to see her father, she would never be able to feel his arms wrapped around her, his hands up in prayers for her, her forehead will never taste the sweat of her father's enduring kiss. Had it all happened in a state of war, Rameen would have been the luckiest child around, but it was not WAR. It wasn't WAR. It was cold-blooded murder. It was the eating of 26 sons of the soil by NATO vultures. With these men fighting back courageously to NATO's attack on their own land remains a slap to our foreign policy and poses serious questions over a lot of issues. Why was the Shamsi airbase being operated by US when it was given to UAE? Why didnt the government disclose it to public? What in the world NATO had in mind when they were allowed to SHOOT/OPEN FIRE at Pakistan's own check post killing the soldiers? It doesnt matter. Yes it doesnt, because thousands of innocent civilians die everyday in Drone attacks, but who cares? It doesnt matter because Raymond Davis could blatantly kill 3 Pakistani's and seek refuge in the most friendly manner from Pakistan. Thanks to Parent America! It doesnt matter because we arent humans. Or they dont understand us to be ones. Pakistan has given the price of "War On Terrorism" at its extreme both internally and externally. Yes we are fighting, through our blogs, through our social media forums, through our online presence that WE ARE PAKISTAN. PAKISTAN IS US.. but does that make any difference? Yes it does.. only on the table conferences!

Pakistan's reaction has been strong enough to tell the world that we do respect our sovereignty, but I hardly fear that this is going to bring back the happiness and life of those 26 men killed without reason. 26 families losing their son. 26 x 5 lives disrupted for lifetime!

I am clueless. Wordless. Hopeless.

I know Ambreen @ProudPakistanii for a long time now. Twitter acquaintances. But then she was a young girl with different interests and today she is only the Proud sister of Captain Usman Ali Shaheed. Goin through her timeline will make you weep more for not only Usman, but for another 25 families suffering the same fate.

If anyone from the Shuhda's family is reading this, I would like to say just one thing. Your son/brother have made us Proud. We are honoured that we had men like them in our Army. They are the shuhdaa' and they never die. They will always remain alive in our hearts. Accept our deepest gratitudes for showing us what a thousand drone attacks could not. May Allah be Merciful to you all and give you sabr-e-Jameel. Aameen!

Sahiwal's Jhaal road is named after Captain Usman Shaheed now...!
As a token of my friendship, this is for you Ambreen. Let the world see, how brave and courageous our brother was.

Some chronicles of Usman, shared by Ambreen:

• Captain Usman Shaheed's daughter was born on 6th September,2011,on Defence Day.
• Jab tak na Jalien Deep Shaeedon ke Lahu se, Kehte hain ke Jannat mai Charagan Nahi hota! Usman bhai messaged me this sher on this Defence Day!
• Once I asked Usman bhai something about Army Personnels' patriotism and love for Islam.He replied, "We are Muslims first,then Pakistani,then Army Personnel.We are in Army because of Pakistan."
• When at first Usman bhai got orders for Bajour agency transfer and I said something about that you shouldn't go he said,"I am in Army for this,not to sit in cantt and enjoy." Later he got transferred to Mohmand Agency instead of Bajour...!

Captain Usman Ali Shaheed, 23.

In Pakistan Scouts Cadet College Batrasi,Mansehra.

Captain Usman Ali Shaheed in Khaarian

Captain Usman Ali Shaheed on his Wedding Day

Captain Usman Ali Shaheed at his Valima


Captain Usman Ali Shaheed's Aakhri aaramgaah

CM Shehbaz Sharif visiting Captain Usman's house

CM Shehbaz Sharifholding Captain Usman's 2 month old daughter, Rameen

This doesnt need any caption!

Well-wishers!


A report aired on PTV on Captain Usman Shaheed's life



I couldnt help include this to the end of this write-up. Long Live Pakistan!

Shaheed ki jo Maut hai woh Qaum ki Hayat hai,
Lahoo jo hai Shaheed ka woh Qaum ki Zakaat hai

Ai Raah-e-Haq Kay Shaheedon ..

JHOOT

Written: 07/08/2003

Tum sach samajhtay ho garr samajhtay ho tum yehi,
Kay meri aankhOn ne tumhare sapne bunay nahin,
na furrsat mili mujhey kabhi tumhein yaad karne ki,
na kar saki tumhari koi soch gumm mujhey,
na kabhi mujhey tumhari shiddat se zaroorat pari,
na kisi dost se tumhare mene tumhari kabhi kheryat poochi,
na kabhi namaz mein mene tumhare liye dua ki,
aur na kabhi khuda se tumhari khushyaan mangeen,
na toh suraj nikaltay hee tumhari sochon ne mujhey ghera,
na hee chaand ko dekh kar tumhari yaad ja'g aai,
na hee qismat ki lakeeroN mein tumhara naam kabhi dhoonda,
na hee tumhara chehra koi "special chehra" thehra,
na hee kabhi neend mein mene tumhara naam pukara,
na hee kabhi apni khushyoN ka mehwar tumhein banaya,
na kabhi meri aankhoN mein kabhi tumhara aqs thehra,
na hee meri kisi ghazal mein tumhara zik'r kabhi aaya!
Yeh sab kuch hai sach JanaaN ..magar yeh bhee sach hai,
kay tumhari inn gehri siaah aankhon se, ankhein mila kar yeh sach kehnay ka,
na janay kyun..
Mujh mein hausla nahin!


No part of this poem may be reprinted or reshared. All rights reserved.

Faysal Bank t20 cup 2011 - Karachi

Karachi has been in the news for all the wrong headlines in the recent past. This time its groovy, shaky & in the limelight. Karachi will be the Host to "Faysal Bank T20 cup 2011" taking place between September 25,2011 till October, 2nd 2011 at Karachi's National Stadium! (This even was originally planned to take place in Lahore but shifted to Karachi three days back because of the Viral Epidemic break-out of Dengue Fever in Lahore).

Preview

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This time its groovy, shaky & in the limelight. Karachi will be the Host to "Faysal Bank T20 cup 2011" taking place between September 25,2011 till October, 2nd 2011 at Karachi's National Stadium! (This even was originally planned to take place in Lahore but shifted to Karachi three days back because of the Viral Epidemic break-out of Dengue Fever in Lahore). 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The Squad for the teams are as below;

Abdul Manan

Adnan Raees

Ahmed Jamal

Asif Afridi

Fawad Khan

Ghulam Mohammad

Junaid Khan

Khalid Usman

Khurshid Anwar

Mir Azam

Nabeeullah

Rehan Afridi

Sajjad Ali

Sohail Akhtar

Wajid Ali

Yasir Hameed

Yasir Shah

Younis Khan

Abdur Rauf

Asad Ali

Asif Ali

Asif Hussain

Imran Khalid

Jahandad Khan

Khurram Shehzad

Misbah-ul-Haq

Mohammad Hafeez

Mohammad Salman

Mohammad Shahid

Mohammad Talha

Naved Latif

Sabir Hussain

Saeed Ajmal

Shahid Muzaffar

Shahid Nazir

Waqas Maqsood

Aqeel Anjum

Azeem Ghumman

Faisal Athar

Ghulam Yasin

Jamshed Baig

Kashif Pervez

Lal Kumar

Mansoor Malik

Mir Ali

Naeem-ur-Rehman

Nasir Awais

Nauman Ali

Rizwan Ahmed

Shahid Qambrani

Shahzad Haider

Sharjeel Khan

Suleman Baloch

Zahid Mahmood

Adnan Ijaz

Afaq Raheem Ashar Zaidi

Iftikhar Anjum

Imad Wasim

Junaid Nadir

Kamran Hussain

Moed Ahmed

Naeem Anjum

Nasrullah Khan

Nauman Masood

Raheel Majeed

Rizwan Malik

Sajid Ali

Sarmad Anwar Shan

Masood Umair Khan

Zohaib Ahmed

Asad Shafiq

Ashraf Ali

Faraz Ahmed

Fawad Alam

Fazal Subhan

Haaris Ayaz

Javed Mansoor

Khalid Latif

Misbah Khan

Mohammad Sami

Rameez Raja

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