I have been moved from here.

January 26, 2009

For some reasons,  I have been moved to http://rebellionthoughts.blogspot.com/ . I love this blog alot. I would not completely stop posting here. It would remain my very personal blog forever.

So people who visit me here, do check my other blog.

Cya there 🙂


Private channels are searching for you

November 25, 2008


Few years back, we had only one TV channel i.e. PTV which I call (Purana Television). How much we were content and happy with it. No live and quick coverage, no frequent news bulletins, no tension at all. Enchanting dramas, classy music, cheerful sitcoms, we are left with their memories only. Despite biased news and political talk shows, every thing was going really good.

Then suddenly, we are attacked with uncontrollable TV channels. At this moment, we are having 64 private TV channels. This flood took all types of standard with it. Keep the few channels aside, I get irritated with the low standard transmission of these channels. Their pathetic dramas, deadly boring sitcoms, unbearable news reporters and hosts, technical blunders, poor camera work and repeated reporting, what they are heading for? There are many channels which are failed to make themselves upto the mark even after spending Rs. 5 million for a licence.

Despite all this, there is one positive impact that these channels have left and are leaving on our society i.e. increase in employment. From peon to executives, from studio boys to directors, from actors to producers, these have absorbed much more unemployed personnels. All the guys who were used to stand at the corners of their streets could be found suited booted now as news reporters and anchors on all of these channels. I hear that some of the channels help new comers in improving their accent and looks. These channels are helping in employment creation and polishing our youth. So don’t worry if you don’t have graduate degree, fluency in Urdu and English or even ordinary looks, you have an opportunity to try yourself in these channels.

And I could only pray that these channels would surely have a better off after inducting a potential person like you. Hope for the best.

Let me cry please!

October 25, 2008

I am fully trapped and over burdened in these days. I could not understand to which task I should give more preference. Article on Trade Deficit of Pakistan is important and urgent according to Director as it should be published on website until 1st November. The Open Day Program needs my complete attention and focuss and emergent preference according to the Chairperson (bad demag aurat). Analysis of Investment Policy of Pakistan is a crucial project and it’s a matter of my survival in this Org according to K (She’s right). GS would complain agains me to the President, if he does not get the minutes of Cottage Industry by today. J has prepared such poor poor minutes. His anrezi is damd bad even than mine. SMEDA and TDAP need their letter before their next breath.

Trapped, trapped, fully trapped 😦


October 13, 2008

After a long long time finally I fell ill. The causes of my disease were unknown but my mom is confirmed that it is due to someone’s buri nazar. Hehehe I really feel better when she says ‘app log manein na manein issay eid par nazar lag gai hai’. I love my mum.


The Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) was diagnosed. I never heard about the disease before having it. “The cause of irritable bowel syndrome is currently unknown. IBS is thought to result from an interplay of abnormal gastrointestinal (GI) tract movements, increased awareness of normal bodily functions, and a change in the nervous system communication between the brain and the gastrointestinal tract. It has been suggested that IBS is caused by dietary allergies or food sensitivities, but this has never been proven. It occurs more often in women than in men, and it begins before the age of 35 in about 50 percent of people”.


My fever touched to hundred four. My whole body was aching. Sometimes I was forced to think that some one might have brutally beaten me with a mota danda. Sometimes I got exhausted same as having a bitter soccer game. I don’t understand why every thing is still dancing around me. My brother was saying that I look like a ghost. But I am not at all fed up with my bemari. I somehow wanted somewhere to get ill.


I did not eat for many days. I have lost my precious 10 kgs. I hate myself of being a thin girl. The shivering is still out of control and sometimes I still feel difficult to inhale deeply. I hope to recover soon inshaAllah.


In the whole bemari period, I missed two things at most the ‘Zinger Burger and Chicken Fajita Pizza’. Now I feel that I would never be able to eat my fav foods. How could a life be spent on liquids?


I have joined office today but could not understand how to hold my focus on things. Everyone wants to know the detail of my disease. I tell you app itna bemar hokar kamzoori mehsoos nai kartay jitna dusrun ko bata bata kar kartay hein k aap ko hua kiya tha. I feel sicker of telling everyone what was happened to me. I have received hundred of advices of regaining my lost vigor and I am sure that half of them would make me more sick. I do not know what crap I have written.


Anyhow, I thanked all of them who prayed for me. Thank you very much for your best wishes.


Back at work!

October 9, 2008

I suffered more than ten days from damn fever which turned to be Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). It was so severe that I could not eat, drink or even sleep. My whole body ached in such a way that I felt that some one had beaten me with danda. Sometimes I felt that I am a soccar player and just came back after an exhausted game and could not stand on my foot. But any how the time has been passed and thank God I am fine now.

When you fall ill you have nothing to do except thinking. I thought alot how a man leads an active and energetic life with all his spirits. He thinks that this vigour is his own created and he can make things possible at his own. Then suddenly he falls ill to that extend that he thinks himself a little kid who cannot stand on his feet and cannot feed himself. In such state, man comes to know how much his vigour depends on Allah. He cannot not moveor even breathe without his permission. His health is in His hand and his sickness is from Him. It is He who makes us ill and then makes us healthy. It is the sickness that brings a man close to Almightly.

I again thank to Allah that He brought me to the healthy life again 🙂

“Plz! remove the oxygen”.

September 24, 2008

One of our old Chairman Mr. Bukhari is a very nice and kindhearted person. He helps others as much as he can. He remains ready for something for others. I call him a humanitarian. He is getting much older than he is supposed to be. He has three daughters, no son. The elder one is a shining lady. She was brilliant at studies. She is working as a Consultant in IBM earning US$ 15,000. I heard a lot about her. Her personal life was not so good previously. Her long suffering and then her unsuccessful marriage had made her almost dead. But she remained strong in all her suffering and faced all worst with courage.


She was settled in USA long ago. Five years back she got married again to a guy working in the same group. He was considered to the genius consultant of IBM. They were living happily. A son was born to them eleven months before. Life was going smoothly. Bukhari saab was also satisfied with her now. But only Allah knows what lies in His decisions.


Last week, the guy was suddenly died of brain hemorrhage. He lived two days after the attack. Doctors told the wife that he won’t be able to survive. In case if he survives, he would lost his memory and would not be able to move his one side. He was put on oxygen machine. After two days, the wife permitted to remove his oxygen saying that ‘it would be more killing for me to see him sitting in front of me helplessly with no sign of identification’. He left behind a loving wife and eleven months old kid for whom he tried to reach home as soon as possible even if went out of country. She was telling that some times he had to change three flights to reach home as he wanted to spend as much time with his son as possible.


How life has been changed in a jerk? One could never imagine. She returned Pakistan with astonishing eyes, with her son and the dead body of her deceased husband. The funeral took placed in Lahore. Large number of people attended the funeral.


I went to Bukhari saab’s office for condolence. He was looking older. The whole time, he remained trying in controlling his tears. He told that she is still in high spirit and taking care of his son. “What a great grief it is for a father”, he said. He added, “ Can you notice what is this life? It is just a bubble of water. We remain busy all the time to keep the bubble for a longer time. But in the end we realize that we cannot increase the life of bubble with all our possible efforts”. I tried to console him but words left me alone.


How could she order to remove the oxygen? How would she have said good-bye to her dying husband? How she is consoling her son for this long absence of his dad? All these thoughts are making me devastating.


May Allah bless his sole in peace and give strength to the grieved family. Ameen

Quotes of the Day

September 18, 2008

Nothing makes a person more productive than the last minute.


A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.