Tuesday 22 August 2017

For Official Humans of Pakistan group!

At this late hr, when the world is fast asleep, I tried to peek into the inspirational world online. I am a regular follower of Humans of New York (HONY), Humans of Bombay and Pakistan.

Lately, I've been seeing a pattern on the Humans of Pakistan posts. Most of their posts are revolving around education...anything related to it. The hurdles one faced, breaking the glass ceiling effect etc. You name it and they have it. Now, I am not saying they are not inspirational enough. But if you look at the story telling lines of other groups and if you manage to notice; how they make intricate and beautiful little things, shine bright in the spotlight in a very powerful yet engaging conversational manner you'll understand what I am trying to say here.

The posts of HOP lack the naive nature of everyday acts of kindness. The smallest of the gesture which made your heart melt or the ones where your faith in humanity was restored, to say the least, are the kinds of posts they are lacking. I'll quote a couple of stories which I learned online and I wanted them to be brought to HOP platform in a very different way or maybe just the way they were shared as original.

A post was up on soulsis Pakistan (I hope I am naming the correct group) where 2 daughters and their mother were out for shopping. Their car engine broke down in the middle of the road. While the entire traffic was busy honking and making an already anxious group of ladies more miserable, a guy came up fixed their engine, told them about the nearest car workshop and made sure they were safe on board again. When this story was posted with the candid picture of the guy and a thank-you note, somehow the real guy who helped saw it and responded. Now, I badly wanted someone should do a retro version of the event with the guy s perspective. That should have been a hell of an inspiration to our youth, which is unfortunately under a hormonal surge, and feel it necessary to pass a cheesy comment every now n then rather than helping like a gentleman. At least that's how I would have done it.

The second incident was when an acquaintance of mine lost two of their phones in cab, and the cab driver returned it and had to cross the entire city just to return the cell phones. This story does not sound inspirational enough until and unless you've had your phone snatched or accidentally lost it in a public transport and never found it again. The grief is impeccable. And for someone who relieves you of the agony, deserves a public applause in this fast and the furious era.

Another incident which has just popped in my mind dates back to 2005-2006. In my very own city, Hyderabad. A friend of mine had accidently hit an "Applied For Registration", a week old, brand new vehicle from the back ruining and smashing its rear. The uncle who owned it demanded a payback, which was quite obvious! And was agreed to be given so. He later that evening, showed up at the residence and told my friend's father that I've forgiven and won't take cash either. Upon asking what made him change his mind, he told the father that when you were told about the incident your reaction and your voice tone was such that you are in immense anger (which was quite obvious!) So, at that precise moment I felt that I don't know what you will say or do to your child. And I only knew that you will be harsh enough to cause a heartbreak. Your child is my child and, today is Shab barat ( the holy night in Shabaan) It is a night of forgiveness so I have forgiven and I expect you to do the same! These are the kind of posts I would like to be scalloped and brought to the plate.

Their posts are an inspiration, that is a big Yes! But there are several unlit areas where our unsung heroes reside and we need to bring out those hidden stories to the larger canvas as well.

I just hope I was able to effectively communicate what I genuinely felt. With lots and lots of heartwarming success wishes to the team of Humans of Pakistan!

Regards,



Wednesday 9 August 2017

What goes around never surely comes around !

I am gonna start by asking all of you when was the last time you made a terrible terrible mistake at work? 

Got it?

 Eh? okay, think some more....

Now got it...?

 Yeah, I know how it felt. But I am gonna ask you, do you remember who rescued you? Somebody must have, either beautifully or in an ugliest possible way. So who was it?

Hmm...you remember the relief, right? Or how you badly wished that someone rescued you and when they did, you felt lighter. Now, snap back in present time. How many of you plan to give the same feeling back to the society. When was the last time you forgave someone over something which caused you a fortune? When was the last time you "relieved" someone of their agony.... AND most importantly, did you do it without getting anything in return except the satisfaction of fulfilling your purpose as a human being.

……..when was it? If you can recall then I would like to give a standing ovation. Because most of us don't do that! And that is the precise reason why I chose my title for today. None of us make the effort to do something good as a return for all the good which was done to us or for us. It's high time we change our strategy! 

I believe in Karma. I also believe in the positive energy and that, it finds its way back to you no matter what part of the globe you go and hide in. There are some things you should do for self-satisfaction, giving back to the society is one. Whenever you felt overwhelmed by somebody’s kind gesture, kindly, immediately replicate it for someone else. Reciprocate the chance to change someone’s life, essentially a person who can do nothing for you in return. In this way, they won’t burden your soul with pride. Let your ego suffer a bit. You’ll feel the eternal sunshine enlightening your soul. C’mon! let's feed our scarred souls a bit and let this August be Ours!


On this 70th Birthday of our beloved country, I would like to give everyone an idea. An idea to start a vicious circle of peace, patience, and positivity. Trust the day you do it, you will be happy as a bee!




Thursday 3 August 2017

Not so Cheap Thrills :)



There are certain songs which make you nostalgic and then there are those which allow you to make memories. This post is particularly important because I am not a crazy huge fan of media be it films, dramas or anything else. But I had to write it all down! 
So, there were all these posts about the Indian bride dancing her way through the wedding day preps. I saw it. The song was catchy. When I learned the lyrics it made my stomach cringe and I missed my inner circle. So, this post is for you Marium, Razia, Falak, Iqra, Asma. These lovely ladies tolerate me happily when I am high on ketchup, pizza, chai or anything that's edible or piyable :) ..... you name it :D They are the ones who make me forget my phone and practically everything else in the world. All of us love to talk. We talk so much, not to mention we all talk at the same time, that no one listens :)


Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
(I love cheap thrills!)


The thing is the thrills with you guys are not so cheap. They are worth the moon :) You guys are breath of fresh air through and through. You don't just celebrate me at my worst you make my day when I am at my best too (I knowwww, it sounds weird but that's the way we are!). We celebrate, not enjoy but Celebrate the bad moods! with each other. Occasionally, just like that, I'll throw a sarcastic comment andddd here you go!


I got all I need
No I ain't got cash
I ain't got cash
But I got you baby :)


That's veryyy true! :P BUT soon there'll be destination holiday you guys, just hang in there and wait for like 40 more years :P Well, somethings are priceless and they come in handy just like our gatherings, at adda (pizzahut) or adda no.2: Falak's home. Marium invites us to her place also, very secretively though and she just forgets to actually tell us that we are invited to her house on a particular day :P (referring to an incident which happened in high school)



Come on come on, turn the radio on
It's Saturday and it won't be long
Gotta paint my nails, put my high heels on
It's Saturday and it won't be long 


In my version, it would be: it's Sunday (for us, of course!). Our radio and newscaster or broadcaster is Falak. At our gatherings you can show off or on very conveniently, mostly because none of us care :P We talk, throw words and unfinished stories at each other and get out :D It's usually later in the night our watssap helps us in finishing those stories/gossips.




Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight


Who needs it when you have a master chef like Asma, awesome-est baker like Iqra, and Falak's aaalooo! And faalsay ka juice, YES, I mean who does that, knock knock, Answer is: Falak. In her wedding this cutie gave us the goodie bags and in her own farewell party she brought me a bottle of wine (read that as falsay ka juice) matlab pampering ki hadd hai :) She is the event organizer with such fun activities that we all just do not move from her house until and unless we have to :P

 Now Marium would be thinking that I left her out. Yes darling I did :P that's because you have forgotten my homemade aftari that I sent you waayyy back and you never fed me pizza! apna wala! 
And Razia you need to re-surface a lil more, scene mn ayn aap! Having said that whenever I meet her she never forgets to fill the table with all my fav snacks.
This post is an appreciation blog for my Oxygen (s) in town. Because of them, other than My family, Hyderabad is Home :)
And yes sometimes, only sometimes home is not four walls, its two eyes and a heartbeat.




(10 eyes in my case :P)




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