Alternating Lifestyle

When in Pakistan, do as the Pakistanis do, that is, learn to live without electricity, which is commonly known as light.

When there is no light, the most comforting sound is that of the neighbor's generator, comforting it's not only you, it's rest of them too.

When the load-shedding is following a schedule it is easy to fall into a pattern, divide work as the ones that need electricity to be finished and others that can be done without electricity... easy way out!

My family and I easily fell into this pattern, but then BOOM... load-shedding isn't following any pattern anymore!!!!

Go on STANDBY!!!! always have some clothes ironed for emergencies, learn to utilize daylight to maximum, learn to wash clothes by hand and dry them in the searing sunlight of the subcontinent. Books and magazines once again prove to be your best friends; adopt hobbies... because there is no way of using your desktop and lappi without Internet is not much fun. NO late night staying up , no late night study...All your plans are ruined and things become costly, PHEW!!!! what a mes....

The electricity governs our lifestyle, we are born to it, but that doesn't mean that lack of it should ruin our life...Change your lifestyle a bit... :) and enjoy natural living !!!!

PEOPLE

when i was in university, i claimed to live in heaven because i really had no problems in life!

and i also thought that because i don't really go well along with people i must be crazy, because so many people can't be crazy at the same time!

but today it all proved to be wrong.

as usual i went to attend my Sunday class for teacher training... a BIG mistake that i make every Sunday willingly !!!!!

there during the hour of educational guidance somehow our discussion turned to the perfect environment and the role of parents and teachers in making that perfect environment for the child!!!!

in Pakistan if u r the child of a teacher, u r supposed to be the king or queen of ur class (true in 95% of the cases) so a girl in my class goes like... agar mein bachay ko kehti bhi hun ke woh aisa na kare tou uss ki maa jo aik senior teacher hai larnay aa jaye ghee!!!!

aur agar mein kissi higher authority ko kahoon tou principal bhi aisay hee hein.

at that moment i tried to share my personal experience.... my mom was a teacher in my school and when she joined she told us ... maan school mein tawanhji ammi na aahyan srif teacher aahyan!

and that was the end of the story... but people generally disagree with me. i said out loud that i feel alien here because i look like the only person with good experiences, rest of them have loads of bad ones. their colleagues are evil, their bosses are evil, their students are evil, the parents they interact with are evil!!!! everyone around them is EVIL!!!!

i understand that situation in Pakistan is very bad and the ground realities are even in the sadder, but that doesn't mean that they have to remain like this forever. we are teachers, we shape the future, we can bring any change we want, but it look like we are more interested in criticizing the system, the people, the state, but would not change anything...................

we are not, unfortunately, interested in learning, we are only interested in earning :(

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and then i went to buy wool :D [fine i knit in summers]

resham gali ends up in shahi bazaar, the longest bazaar in Asia!!!!

its the only place in haiderabad where you can buy wool from :( [women don't knit anymore!!!]

so MQM happen to celebrate 'MERA HYDERABAD' week. safai nisf eemaan hai!!!!

[aur ghunda gardi poora!]

they occupied hald the half the parking lot but putting up a tent there showing off their party work!!!! what work??? annoying people and creating hindrance in traffic!!! what a week!!!!!!!!

Inspired

i m not much of a writer, but sometimes i do feel like writing, and i think it is because i read alot. i read like a crazy person and i can spend hours and hours reading. that i think inspires me to write.

but at the moment what inspired me to write this post is shahan's blog! he writes real nice for his age! and i recommend everyone to read his blog!

the address is given below
http://taurish.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-reality-only-in-mind.html

Coke Studio 3 - Ep - Bolo Bolo

this song reminds me of my childhood, originally sung by Sajjad Ali.and stand true in all times, representing the increasing inclination of materialism of love. 

on honesty

sometimes people tel me that that you are too honest. almost blunt! but whats with being too honest. its the cult of extremist; either u r honest or dishonest. there is no such thing as too honest or moderately honest!

people only find you too honest when they are being dishonest themselves!

its something to think about...

WORRIES

there were times when i never thought i would come to this. today even the smallest thing make me worried. i hv lost the sense of differentiating between sadness and worries... everything that make me worried turn into sadness. sadness that is permanent.

~THE GOD~

days and nights, in awakening and slumber, for years, I worshiped him. staring at his feet and never looking up, I worshiped him. I never looked at his beautiful face, for I never had courage to do so.

he was my friend, my teacher, my enemy. he was god of my world. he is the fallen god of my broken world.

in the garden of flowers and fragrance, by the wooden bench, he stood beside me and took away all my power to resist and assumed all the rights of my life. the world looked beautiful with him or so i thought.

holding his hand and walking in the garden in the moonlight, is my favorite memory of him. he told me beautiful stories about the world. we walked in the garden for days and nights and I forgot if there exist a world beyond him and the garden, ah! the blissful thinking.

he said, he cared for me and i believed him, he said, he loved me and I believed him, he said, the world was nothing but him and I believed him. He called the day night and the night day. I believed him, because the world was nothing but him.

and the God disappeared and i woke up to a bitter reality, the claims, that i so lovingly believed were nothing but a lie, there was no garden but bare desert that he asked me to cross all alone.