Thursday, October 27, 2011

Hypocrisy, Not Conspiracy

I’ve wanted to say this for a long time, and have reached the boiling point today. Hypocrisy in the Pakistani society is consuming every last bit of humanity within us collectively as a nation. Adherence to cultural assumptions in addition to selective adaptation of Islamic laws is a norm of our culture. I'm a helpless spectator to this abhorrent mixing of inherited traditions with religion. Furthermore, the insatiable desire to somehow re-enact what happened in the Middle East 1400 years ago, coupled with severe lack of education has led to intolerance and irrational hatred towards minorities. These trends continue to grow despite efforts to increase awareness and improve literacy rates in the country.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Friday, July 22, 2011


Even though you're someone, who understands my smile
And you're always there when I call
Even though you're someone who knows what I'm thinking
When I say nothing at all

Dreamy light brown eyes, I believe what you

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Deja vu

She sat right next to him, her shoulders rubbing against his. Even without any perfume, he could smell her. She smelled like the Jasmine heaven. She wanted to talk, but he didn't, for he was heartbroken. It was the closest she had ever come to him...and yet he felt like they were miles apart.

Sunday, June 26, 2011


Dreamy light brown eyes, I don't know what you want
The questions that you ask, the tears that you hide
Dreamy light brown eyes, all I know is that I've built
Some dreams around you, or at least I've tried

Monday, June 06, 2011

Death of an emotion

A beautiful illusion, a beautiful lie, good to play around with for a while; to twist, to turn, to bend, to laugh at, to laugh with. Unacknowledged, unsaid, waiting for the eyes to find, to read, to ignore, to forget. A fleeting thought, an escape from the ordinary, departure from the mundane, from the routine. A surging sense of happiness, a joke, a misinterpretation, expectations, disappointments, like changing weather, like changing moods. An empty room, a bottle without water, a dusty computer screen, sealed lips, obsession, rejection, a wry smile, a sad farewell, a lonely goodbye.

Friday, June 03, 2011

Its always better to miss someone secretly than to let them know and get no response. There's always some truth behind "just kidding", a little emotion hidden under every "I don't care", a little pain concealed in every "its okay", and a little "I need you" in every "leave me alone".

Monday, May 30, 2011

Sent using a Sony Ericsson mobile phone

Little Claus & Great Claus - 1993

Once upon a time in 3rd grade, Obaid and I were sitting at the back, discussing some Michael Jackson song while this lesson called "The Little Claus & the Great Claus" was being taught. The English teacher, Ms. Asifa, saw us engrossed in irrelevant discussion and decided to punish us for it after proving our lack of interest. It went something like:

Sunday, May 29, 2011


I remember going to class without an eraser, using saliva on my thumb to rub off the lines I wrote with pencil, that was nursery...I remember being given extra special treatment by Ms. Aisha...that was the 5th grade. I remember filling my first Dollar pen with black ink, Obaid gave it to me...that was the 7th grade....I remember miss Khilat banging my head against the wall, calling me ULLU KE PATHAY!!...that was 8th grade...I remember watching the 9th graders fight us seniors from the corridor with Muhammad Furqan, that was grade 10...I remember peeing in my pants :p ...that was nursery again, ahem :D ...I miss 1989-2001..I miss you all!!!!! ...How did we end up in 2011 all of a sudden? Where did time go? WTF!!!! :D

Friday, May 27, 2011


It was my second month at CBM when I sent myself an email from one of the computer labs and forgot about it. It contained a file I obtained from the hard disk, a record of all chats, emails, passwords, and everything typed on that keyboard. Had I paid any attention to it back then, it would have made zero sense since I didn't know many people there. But now 6 years later, that file is all of a sudden very readable. I stumbled upon it recently by accident while searching for something else in my inbox. Here's an interesting conversation I found..Someone I know bitching about someone I know...CBM-Leaks :D

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Communication gap

Hira: Aaaah finally the weekend is here!! I'll go home and watch an Angelina movie...jis mein Angelina ke baray baray ....

*Random guy walks by with a smirk on his face*

Hira: ....LIPS! I was going to say LIPS!!

Friday, May 20, 2011


I've had to remove the blog URL from Facebook. It was apparently attracting too much attention. Hopefully will be posting more regularly from now.

Friday, April 29, 2011

On Racism

Ex-girlfriend: My parents said no
Me: Why?!
Ex: Cuz you're a pathan
Me: Pathan? I don't even know Pushto, we all speak Urdu! My ancestors were Persian!
Ex: That doesn't matter, your name is KHAN.
Me: Not that this is important but we're Yusuf Zai, who are generally NOT regarded as pathans as far as I know
Ex: They won't meet you, even if you're an urdu speaking pathan from India, pathan is pathan.
Me: Isn't it good enough for them that I'm a Sunni-Muslim Pakistani?
Ex: No
Me: Okay.

Potential girlfriend: My parents will say no
Me: Why?!
Potential: Cuz you're NOT a pathan
Me: But I AM a Pathan! So what if I don't speak Pushto? My name is Khan!
Potential: You're an Indian pathan, not a real one.
Me: But someone told me that pathan is pathan!!!....
Potential: No, you have to know Pushto and you have to be from Peshawar.
Me: Isn't it good enough for them that I'm a Sunni-Muslim Pakistani?
Potential: No
Me: Okay.