Dear World. Give the dork a break.

Imagine this. Within the walls of a high school there are many children. Popular, ugly, short, tall, black, white. Then in midst of the crowd is one dorky guy. This dorky guy, who was born in poverty, was almost instantly orphaned as his father died because of lung cancer and his mother died later. With no support, this dorky guy worked his way through life, always being pushed and pulled. He was placed under the authority of brutal, harsh and mean step-fathers who did nothing but use and abuse him. The only step-mother he had was killed and taken away from him.

This one, dorky guy, has all the potential in the world. Only problem is this dork is picked on constantly. By all sides. His neighbor keeps accusing him of throwing muddy, dirty cricket-balls into their territory. His fellow classmate, that jock, keeps telling him to do his homework for him, or else he’ll throw him so hard, that the dork will fly back to the stone age.

Then all the other students want to take over his small house so they can party their asses off, and not worry about cleaning up. 

The dork has no money, the little he has is spent on providing for his ever so greedy family members. Instead of helping him, they burden him, blame him for all the problems, and want all the issues fixed before the dawn of the new day. So, in desperate need to satisfy, he borrows some money from his classmates. Family members are temporarily happy. Only problem is, the dorky kid can’t really pay back, and his classmates start getting mad. Now they want favors from him. Their house gets robbed, and they blame that dorky kid and his family. They wanna get into his house. After all, the dorky kid is responsible for all his family memebrs. 

Then there is the issue with his neighbors. He never really got along with them, why, that is a matter of discussion. But the fact is that just recently his neighbors found 10 dirty cricket-balls in their backyard which was infected with something, so it killed all their apple trees, vegetables and their dog house, shaped like a Taj Mahal.

The neighbors are devastated. But hey, they’re up for election in 6 months, and they think that either the dorky kid, or the dorky kid’s family is involved. And everyone hates that dorky kid. Politics is a nasty thing, but whatever good comes out of it, should come out of it.     

This dork has all the potential in the world.

This dorky kid is Pakistan.

Before you start posting all hateful comments, give me a minute to explain.

Yes I’m Pakistani, and most likely you are not, but we can both agree that what happened in India is tragic and unacceptable. Those who did it need to be punished. End of discussion. Innocent lives have been lost, families destroyed, and fear has swept the nation (and the world)

But what is most astonishing is the fact that whenever something happens to India, the Indian government is quick to point towards their neighbours. The dorky kid. Pakistan. And the only solution that they have is to get into Pakistan and kill the terrorists themselves. Yeah, great plan. Worked in Afganistan I see.

Admitted, we got an issue with some fundamentalists. But what the world misses to see is that the one of the biggest loser in having fundamentalists in Pakistan is Pakistan. The economy has been completely destroyed, we got the world breathing down our necks, we lost Benazir Bhutto to them, and our reputation among the world has been officially categorized as negative.

Musharraf was called up after 9/11 to support the US in the war on terror of else he and Pakistan would be bombed back to the stone age. Great way to start a friendship.

The only solution that I’ve heard from the US is simply that they want to get into Pakistan. No offense, but I don’t think the Pakistani people are ready to be another Iraq or Afganistan. Once American soldiers step into Pakistan, they are not gonna leave. Same with Indian soldiers.

Also, people keep talking about democracy, and how Pakistan is a failed state of democracy. Well, just to remind you, (I mean just in case), democracy can’t be inserted in Pakistan. It just can’t so stop trying. It needs to flow into Pakistan, one piece at a time.

Pakistan is roughly 61 years old. My grandmother is older than that, you know? When it was created we had one factory, over half of the population was illiterate and the founding father, Mohammad Ali Jinnah, died after a year of independence.

Pakistan has been ruled by military dictatorship for many, many, many years. The people have suffered. The earth of Pakistan has been soiled with the blood of many, many, many thousands and millions of Pakistanis. You expect all that to go away over a single night? You expect a child to start running when it can’t even crawl?

Change takes time. Time takes energy. And energy comes from healthy, ready-to-go people. The population os Pakistanis are sick and tired of everyone, and everything. They have given up on their own government (because 62 years of failure is enough), they have given up on the world (because in their veiw, all the world is after is bombing another country) and they are tired of being puppets. But they havn’t give on Pakistan just yet. They will still guard it if necessary. 

You have not the slightest idea on how much potential there is in the people of Pakistan. Growing out of nothing, they manage to survive. Thats what Pakistan has been doing the past 60 fucking years. Survive. 

I was watching CNN yesterday and their coverage of the attacks in Mumbai. Two indian journalists started accusing and getting all fired up (I don’t blame them) on the PM of Pakistan. The PM, simply said what I think I’ve been trying to say.

Its not a Pakistan problem,its a global problem. Stop jumping to conclusions, and if there is any guy in a suit who needs to kill or hunt down some out-of-order dude, it’s going to be a Pakistani. And if I was the PM, I would have told the journalist to stop fucking shouting.

Election in India is 6 months away. I don’t mean to be a superstitious bitch or anything, but how do you win an election in India? You blame Pakistan. It works. Simple. You win. And if journalists can jump to conclusions, so can the government and the public.

I understand there are issues about security in Pakistan. No doubt, there are terrorists, and yes we need to do something about it, but give Pakistan a break. He’s got shit loads of crap to deal with, and don’t underestimate Pakistan’s work in the war on terrorism. It’s higher on the agenda plan than any other thing. He’s trying.

And quit that democracy talk okay? It’s going to take time, and by the time my kids have kids, there will probably be democracy (that is, if Pakistan hasn’t been bombed off the map). 

I mean look at it this way. The USA has JUST elected a black man for president. If it can take you guys so long to elect a black man (with 47 precent disagreeing) then give Pakistan a chance with democracy.

So world, give the dork a break, and stop flushing his head down the toilet. He’ll help you if you let him. He’s got the potential. 

Until next time,

Mamashaal (( desi diva ))

PS. Here is a song, called Azadi (Freedom/Independence) from the movie “Jinnah” which is a movie about the independence of Pakistan. My all time fav. The start is one of the most talked about events in the independence of Pakistan. When the first train, filled with soon-to-be-Muslim-Pakistanis, arrived in Pakistan, Mohammad Ali Jinna walked into the train, and found all of them slaughtered. You can’t blame me for being a pit patriotic, can you? 

:)

El-Oh-Vee-Eee.

Warning: Long post ahead. I blame a bollywood love song that Im currently addicted to. 

Love. Probably the most overused word and term in our society, yet least practiced in the world today. 

Love is what makes us human, because that, to many people, differs us from animals roaming the Earth. Love comes in all forms, in shapes and sizes. The love between a parent and a child. The love between siblings. The love between friends. The love between neighbors (that seems to be almost non-existent these days). The love that you share with your ipod. Seriously, think about it. So many forms of love, yet, for some reason the only form of love that pops into my head is the sorta love that is portrayed in Bollywood films, in Hollywood films, in music, in books. 

 

The love between a man and a woman.

 

Not sex. That comes later. I’m talking about that fire-ish feeling in the heart when you think of the significant other. That glance you give each other. The fact that you don’t really say anything to each other, yet your souls seem to be talking. Or the fact that you talk, laugh and smile together, yet you don’t say what you really wanna say.

I’m talking about the constant wonder what your significant other is up to. Is he thinking about you? Is she talking about you with her friends?  Is he going to call now? Is she going to come online now? Does he like your hair curly or straight? Does she like you with gel or no gel in the hair (a little advice: less is more :) )

Love.

It sets you free,  I’ve heard. Gives you wings and lets you fly high, as high as you want. Makes everything seem beautiful. You smile and the world smiles back. You laugh more, smile more, and love more. 

Love.

It puts shackles on your ankles and tears your heart apart. Makes you go mad. Crushes you, beats you, kicks you, hits you. Love makes your world stop spinning and breaks you down.

So I’ve heard.

It’s rather astonishing how much the youth is into love. And why shouldn’t they be? Those who love, see what’s truly beautiful about the human race. Not forgetting Hollywood and especially Bollywood for their countless of love stories. 

The only sad thing is that when it comes to love between a man and a woman, everyone seems to be in such a hurry to fall in love. As Ricky Martin and a very overly dolled Christina Aguilera (no idea how to spell her name)  said, no one wants to be lonely. I don’t believe humans are meant to be lonely. Happiness is achieved when shared.

Now don’t think I’m just saying this because, hey, I have guys lined up outside my house, so I can just sit here and lecture everyone just how stupid they are for yearning someone to hold, right ? You know what they say about “Really beauty comes from within” right? It’s always the beautiful people saying it.

But the truth is I as well as many fall into that category of the youth where we keep looking for love. We look around and see the happy faces of our friends walking hand in hand with their mr.right or ms.right. We congratulate them, but within ask, are we not capable of loving ourselves? Are we not capable of being loved? Is there something wrong with us? And instead of turning to our logical sense, we turn to the worst enemy. The mirror.

The mirror. In a scientific fact, it reflects exactly what is reflected upon it. If you put a boy infront of it, the mirror will show that exact boy. You put a girl infront of it, the mirror will happily produce an exact replication of that girl. But love isn’t a scientific thing as such (all you guys who passed biology, chemistry and physics with top grades; shut up)

When we stand in front of the mirror and look into the eyes of our supposed selves, the mirror shows all the faults and flaws. It shows you why we aren’t capable of being loved.

Either we’re too short, too tall, too fat, too thin. Hair is too rough, skin is not fair enough, teeth are not white enough. That other girl he talks to, she’s got the waist of a model. The guy she talks to in history class has smile that make her go weak in her knees. And the list goes on. We look at the mirror and hear it laugh.

So, in search for love, we draw a cloak around us, and a hood over our heads, a veil on our faces. We smile yet the soul weeps. And in midst of all this, we simply forget for what purpose we withdraw ourselves.

For love. The pursuit of love.

Yet, it seems all stupid doesn’t it? Why yearn for that sound of another heart beating along yours? Why want someone to look at you and tell you that you are their world, their one and everything. Why, why, why would you ever want to give up parts of yourself just so you can see them smile?

It’s because it’s a part of who we are and what makes us so beautiful. Because nothing can be compared to the mutual love between two people. 

And because of that, people like me, tend to look for it, and when it comes walking by, simply push it away again. Not because we WANT to as such. But because hey, the mirror said we weren’t good enough so why will they?

It’s taken me a long time to realize that this whole pursuit of love is plain and simple wrong. When I was younger, I lived in that little belief that I was meant to be alone. I’d live alone, rule the world alone, and then die alone. I didn’t need anyone. 

I’ve now learnt that no one is meant to be alone. It might seem great for a while, but there comes a stage where we all could use a shoulder to lean on, or a face to smile at. Loneliness is one of the greatest tragedies of mankind.

Yet, we shouldn’t push ourselves. Love is supposed to come naturally to us, and it will. There is not a simpler way to put it. If its pushed, its not right, and you’ll probably end up sulking alone in your bedroom with a bottle of vodka (that one is taken out of a Bollywood mind you).

I regret the years I spent in my early teens looking at the mirror and pointing out every single thing I didn’t like about myself. I regret wasting so much of my time thinking what I could change about myself and I regret acting in ways that I thought the guys would like. And I even regret the moments when I return to that state. Seriously, it’s rather sad but the good thing, that shit is over bitches!    

So you should take off that cloak my friend, pull off the hood and remove that veil from your face. Sure, you might not have a six-pack, and sure, you might not be able to strut down the street with tower high heels with a body that looks like it’s taken out of an Akon music video, but guess what? Who the fuck cares? :)

Are you healthy? Yeah? That’s what matters and that significant other, the one you’re out on a hunt for, will notice your glow and come walking your way :) So take it easy and don’t stress yourself. Self confidence is sexy. I thought that was just bullshit, but it’s true. You feel sexy, people will see you as sexy. 

Wow. Damn this was a long post! It went from love to… everything :P  So I think I’ll end it here. Before I finish this blog though, I want to share two songs. Please listen to them :)

The first one is a song Im addicted to, beautiful song. Despite it’s name, it has nothing to do with God, I assure you.  It’s from a bollywood movie, but because I want you to listen to it, I’ve added the translated lyrics too :) Original line, and then translated :) The desi girl does it for you :P (Taken from www.bollyfm.net btw)

The other song is a song from the same movie. Listen to it. It makes perfect sense. Believe me, you’ll understand ;)

 

Until next time,

Mamashaal (( desi diva ))

PS. Just to let you know, haven’t found my Mr. Potential yet, but I’ll let you know when I meet him :)

 

Song One: Tujh mein rab dikta hai (I see God in you)

Tu Hi Toh Jannat Meri
You Are My Paradise
Tu Hi Mera Junoon
You’re My Obsession
Tu Hi Toh Mannat Meri
You’re All My Wishes Put Together
Tu Hi Rooh Ka Sukoon
You Ease My Spirit
Tu Hi Akhiyon Ki Thandak
You’re The Shade For My Eyes
Tu Hi Dil Ki Hai Dastak
You Knocked On The Door Of My Heart
Aur Kuch Na Janoon Main, Bas Itna Hi Janoon
I May Not Know Much But This I Do Know

Chorus

Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai
I See God In You
Yaara Main Kya Karoon – 2
My Love, What Am I To Do?

Sajde Sar Jhukta Hai

I Bow My Head Before You
Yaara Main Kya Karoon
My Love, What Am I To Do?
Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai
I See God In You
Yaara Main Kya Karoon
My Love, What Am I To Do?

Kaisi Hai Yeh Doori
Oh This Distance!
Kaisi Majboori
It’s So Frustrating!
Maine Nazron Se Tujhe Chhu Liya
I Touched You With My Gaze
Kabhi Teri Khushboo
Sometimes It’s Your Fragrance
Kabhi Teri Baatein
Sometimes It’s Your Words
Bin Maange Yeh Jahaan Paa Liya
Without Asking This World Became Mine
Tu Hi Dil Ki Hai Raunak
You Light Up My Heart
Tu Hi Janmon Ki Daulat
You’re A Lifetime Of Treasures
Aur Kuch Na Janoon Main, Bas Itna Hi Janoon
I May Not Know Much But This I Do Know

Chorus

vasdi Vasdi Vasdi
Dilte Dil Vich Basdi
You Resided In My Heart
Hasdi Hasdi Hasdi
Dil Rove Te Hasdi
My Weeping Heart Smiled

Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi Haaye…
God Has Joined This Couple Together

Cham Cham Aaye
You Came Softly
Mujhe Tarsaaye
And Tormented Me
Tera Saaya Chhed Ke Choomta
Your Shadow Teased And Kissed Me
Tu Jo Muskaaye
When You Smile
Tu Jo Sharmaaye
When You Get Shy
Jaise Mera Hai Khuda Jhoomta
It’s Like The Spirit Inside Me Dances
Tu Hi Meri Hai Barkat
You’re My Good Fortune (my Luck)
Tu Hi Meri Ibaadat
You’re My Prayers, My Devotion
Aur Kuch Na Janoon Main, Bas Itna Hi Janoon
I May Not Know Much But This I Do Know

Chorus 

vasdi Vasdi Vasdi

Dilte Dil Vich Basdi
You Resided In My Heart
Hasdi Hasdi Hasdi
Dil Rove Te Hasdi)
My Weeping Heart Smiled

Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi Haaye…
God Has Joined This Couple Together

Song Two: Haule Haule (Slowly Slowly)

Haule Haule Se Hawa Lagti Hai
(just As) A Breeze Wafts Slowly
Haule Haule Se Dava Lagti Hai
(just As) Medicines Work Slowly
Haule Haule Se Dua Lagti Hai
(just As) Prayers Are Answered Slowly
Haule Haule Chanda Badhta Hai
(just As) The Moon Rises Slowly
Haule Haule Ghoonghat Uthata Hai
(just As) A Veil Lifts Slowly
Haule Haule Se Nasha Chadhta Hai
(just As) Intoxication Hits You Slowly

Tu Sabar To Kar Mere Yaar
Have A Little Patience My Friend
Zara Saans To Le Dildaar
Take A Deep Breath My Dear
Chal Fikr Nu Goli Maar Yaar
Don’t Worry So Much
Hain Din Jindri De Chaar
Life Is Too Short For That
Haule Haule Ho Jayega Pyar Chaliya 
Slowly Slowly You Will Fall In Love My Dear
Haule Haule Ho Jayega Pyar
Slowly Slowly You Will Fall In Love

Ishkedi Galiyan Tang Hain
The Path Of Love Is Arduous
Sharm O Sharmee Mein Band Hai
It’s Bound By Shyness
Khud Se Khud Ki Kaisi Yeh Jung Hai
Its A Strange War Within
Pal Pal Yeh Dil Ghabraye
This Heart Worries All The Time
Pal Pal Yeh Dil Sharmaye
It Feels Shy All The Time
Kuchh Kehta Hai Aur Kuch Kar Jaaye
It Says Something And Does Something Else
Kaisi Yeh Paheli, Mua Dil Marjana
Its A Difficult Puzzle, But This Silly Heart
Ishq Mein Jaldi, Bada Jurmana
(does Not Understand That) Haste In Love Is A Big Crime

Tu Sabar To Kar Mere Yaar
Have A Little Patience My Friend
Zara Saans To Le Dildaar
Take A Deep Breath My Dear
Chal Fikr Nu Goli Maar Yaar
Don’t Worry So Much
Hain Din Jindri De Chaar
Life Is Too Short For That
Haule Haule Ho Jayega Pyar Chaliya 
Slowly Slowly You Will Fall In Love My Dear
Haule Haule Ho Jayega Pyar
Slowly Slowly You Will Fall In Love

Rabdaavi Sab Koi Hona
Everything Happens By God’s Grace
Kare Koi Yun Jaadu-tona
So I Hope He Casts A Spell
Man Chaahe Maan Jaaye Haaye Mera Sona
So That My Sweetheart Accepts Me

Rab De Sahare Chalde
God Will Guide Your Steps
Na Hain Kinare Chalde
So What If You Don’t See The Shore, Keep On Going
Doli Hai Na Kahare Chalde
So What If There’s No Palanquin, Keep On Going
Kya Kehke Gaya Tha Shayar Woh Sayana
Which Poet Was It Who Said…
Aag Ka Dariya Doob Ke Jaana
It’s An Ocean Of Fire, You Have To Drown To Swim Across

Tu Sabar Toh Kar Mere Yaar
Have Patience My Friend
Zara Saans Toh Le Dildaar
Take A Deep Breath My Dear
Chal Fikr Nu Goli Maar Yaar
Don’t Worry So Much
Hain Din Jindri De Chaar
Life Is Too Short For That

Haule Haule Ho Jaye Ga Pyar Chaleya
Slowly You’ll Fall In Love
Haule Haule Ho Jaye Ga Pyar
Slowly You’ll Fall In Love

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