Status Struck

Me: Past is a baggage which keeps hindering my way forward.

Keens: Koi nahin past is the baggage u pack for your future trips... so you are well prepared :P

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Window Shopping

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Long ago, I asked my mother, what fun she gets from window shopping. She replied by implying, arey chaltay phirte aksar kuch acha mil hi jata hai. Aur phir burai kya hai dekhte rehne main?

I recently discovered that window shopping is not only restricted to malls and markets but invaded our houses ages ago.

This is called Bridal Shopping.

Aunties, mothers, sisters, and all the not-so-necessary females form this group and march into houses offering an eligible girl for marriage. These ladies have no idea what they or the man is looking for in a bride-to-be but they hop onto the bandwagon and visit an infinite number of houses. The rejection from this band of brutality has no basis since all they have to do is to eat, visit, and reject.

What surprised me most is being a female themselves, they let a woman go through the agony of screening and sometimes rejection afterward. 

In my small span of experience, I listened to some of the interesting rejections from guy’s relatives:

• Great Nostradamus sister:  “Ummm well, I think she will become fat after having babies” 
• Dettol Sisters on their 2^nd visit to the girl’s house: “House wasn’t clean enough. Her mom must have not taught her.” (I think they wanted a maid cum bride)
• Baby Bride hunters: “Girl is old enough for our brother. She must not exceed 24”  (heheheheh the brother is 40+)
• Material mothers: “Drawing Room tells, the family isn’t modern enough”  (I think they wanted the girl to do a striptease on their visit)

But winner rejection yet to come, readers.

Someone I know went for her trolley session and sat beside the guy’s mother who was some palmist. They rejected her because her palm lines were not good enough as per the palmy-mommy.

Imagine!!!

I mean do these women think even once before saying stupidest of statements to the parents.

It’s exactly like when you are sitting at a shop, having a look at silk, chattering about its texture, print, and price. While the salesman tries to convince you to buy, you throw away the silk and leave the shop saying let us have a look in the market and decide.

And why only blame women? Its men too.

A few days back, I asked a class fellow, why he isn’t married yet since he was complaining about how everyone he knows has babies now. He shot back saying he hasn’t found the one. I inquired if he has seen any girl for marriage purposes. Rest of the conversation is:

K: So what exactly are you looking in a girl?

B: Nothing much, I have seen many girls but something is missing.

K: Ohh so you have done your window shopping?

B: Well yes.

K: Still on the hunt? Why?

B: Just looking for someone decent and pretty

K: So you mean your family made you see an indecent and ugly girl

Let’s finish it here everyone.

May GOD give you the strength to be an item-for-sale and sense to the window shoppers.

Amen.

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Am no punner but a ruler !!!

Note: This post is from Feb 2010 but due to some editing mistake of mine, it has changed its date to recent. 




For last few days, news scene is hilariously happening. First we had, our MPA Ms. Samina Khawar Hayat who supported polygamy for a greater cause in Pakistan. According to her, Punjab government to amend the existing laws to allow men to marry for a second, third and fourth time without the consent of their first wife.

Mrs. Hayat thinks tendency of being infidel exists in men only?

But that’s not enough. Our jet black haired PM Yusuf Raza Gilani, gave an award winning statement after a woman gave birth in rickshaw (a three wheeler public transport) in Quetta city. The woman was on her way to hospital on an auto rickshaw when she faced VIP Movement of President Zardari. Mr. President was visiting the city for launching of some development projects, while leaving a common woman in labor pain because of VIP motorcade to pass.

PM Gilani thinks it’s no big deal if a woman is delivering a baby in rickshaw. While addressing in Islamabad a day later, said

“Bachay Too Jahaz Mai Bhee Paida Hotay Hain Rikshaw Main Ho Gaya To Kiya Howa?”

(We have seen many times babies born in Air Bus, now if it happens in Rikshaw what’s the big deal)

I got to save some screen shots to add flavor.

Somebody should give a wake-up call to Mr. Gilani that Quetta is a conservative city and it is certainly not ego boosting for a man to watch sister giving birth in a traffic jam. Neither it’s safe health wise, almost risking a life while giving out a life.

I think our rulers need to come out of their comfy zones to watch how their huge protocols add up to sufferings of commoners.

After the incident, every camera flash came over the new born and every mic directed to his relatives who went through public agony. But a senior columnist Mr. Hasan Nisar made a wise crack by advising the new mother to name his son Protocol Khan or Choudhry Protocol.

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Garbage is a Type of Men.....easy to find

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Thoughts on garbage while dropping the two missies at their office:

A: Sometimes you just have to ignore these types of men because you are working together for so long

K: I tell you what type is this?

U: What?

K: These are the type of men who don’t have sickness in mind or heart but they are made of filth. These are the men who think if a woman is stepping out of her house; it makes her public property. With due to respect to their mothers but these men are nothing but garbage and that is because of their fathers. Fathers who never respected their children’s mother so how can you expect such sons to respect any woman, be it their wife or mother.

A: You are so correct. Uhhh you spoke like an editor.

K: Thanks.

U: You drive fast.

A: (back door closed properly)

U: (closed the front door as slow as ever to do it again)

K: (sped off)

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Yaadasht....

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Saal kay kuch din aur unki tareekhein bari ahem hoti hain. Wo zehan kay kisi konay main posheeda hoti hain aur fursaat kay lamhon main ubharti hain.

Guzarte waqt, badalte zamane, palat’tee tehrir’ein, in tareekhon per gard daal deti hain.

Aur wo gard ya to un tareekhon se pehle chhat’ti hai ya baad main, waqt per nahi.

Main ye nahi kehti kay shiddat nahi, bus ab fursat nahi !!!

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Fathers to remember !!!

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Few fathers can leave an impact on you in the most unknown and humble way. You don’t belong to them by blood but by care and concern. They can be your unintentional teachers of life.

Today on this day, two most influential fathers who are resting in heaven, share something common. S. Azhar Zaidi arrived in this world whereas S.Ahmad Razvi left this world today. I am not writing this to pay any tribute or speak too highly of them. For that their children are good enough examples.

I got to know Azhar uncle because his son and my brother are two inseparable friends. He was known to me as a very placid person. A tall and bearded man with tendered expression to put you at ease right at the time of greeting; he never got me nervous. It was not till he came to stay at our place in his last days before flying to the USA, I observed him closely.

Azhar uncle, as usual, stayed quiet but sweet. He was at a loss of his memory but still he managed to remember me as I was a regular face to him after lunch or at dinner. He used to get his things done from his son while I keep listening to his childhood memories and home town stories. He taught me to be a patient listener with a keen interest in the conversation. Uncle was living in a flashback which made me realize that man remembers only what he enjoyed most when his conscience is unknown, the time of carelessness and being free.

He made me feel important for himself by asking where she is while eating his meal. Watching him going through the ordeal and still at peace was a lesson itself. He made me an accomplished being when I used to bring a smile on his face by consistently listening to him and getting inquisitive.

While he was drifting away, his family hold onto him, I consider him fortunate and well paid for his deeds in this life.

Friendly, humorous, informative, palmist, accomplished naval officer and a businessman, that was Baba, as we all knew him since day one.

Have you ever seen a father who carried an aura around him? I have seen Ahmad's uncle. We could easily share a laugh with him about his son or tease her daughter along with him. I befriended Razvis from the beginning of university time and I don’t regret it. They represented genuine arrogance to teach you a lesson for life. Later, they transform and lift you up to the best because that’s what has been instilled in them by their father.

Ahmad uncle was an exemplary father for every daughter present on earth. He made me experience the respect, love, fulfillment, togetherness, and enrichment of the most sacred relationship, marriage.

Do I need to say more?

I am writing this down to remind myself of the time when I learned how to be a parent to remember. You both are treasured and remembered by the person you least expected.

See you in heaven!!!

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