Angels in my life

People say I think a lot, but in reality I see things in slightly more depth and a different point of view. Around a year back, in Islamabad, an FTX – Digital Storytelling Workshop altered my life probably more than it was meant to. After this 5 day workshop, and thank to the availability of some angels I gained to courage to dig out all the old rotting wounds from deep within, cleanse them dress them properly and let them vanish slowly leaving only the sensitive scared traces in the spots they once existed.

It was a painful time, and I couldn’t have survived through it all alone, I was afraid of falling on the unfamiliar ground face first. I was unsure if these wounds would ever heal, or if I would ever recover from their pain. But the angels gave me all their support with great patience.

I know that in the process I gave these angels a very hard time. I can never thank them enough ever, but I don’t want to hurt them more, I feel I am well enough to carry my own little burden of dried thorny twigs, it would be so totally un fare to drag them in the whorl of my silly spinning universe, it would be so unfair to them, but I can’t ever let them down, would be only happy to be able to do what ever little i can for them.

The City I live in …

so this is what the city Karachi has come down to that i don’t even feel safe to go out to the store just a five minute walk away to get my self a loaf of bread. last year around the same time we were making trips to the interiors of Sindh for flood relief efforts lead by Sana Saleem. Our volunteers were roaming all around this city collecting donations and buying relief goods but this year we are hardly there on ground, doing only what we can do under the restricted mobility and access due to the law and order situation of the city.

Karachi which used to be buzzing with eid shopping activities is as quite as a ghost town. And no I don’t really ever shop for Eid my self, so it’s not really about shopping , it’s about those bright smile and joy of the up coming Eid on the faces of specially Kids , the bright smiles at the bangles stall or at the mehandi booth or at the shoe shops where kids tryout those crisp new shoes, of all sizes and all price ranges….

But this year those innocent eyes are not shining bright with joy, but they filled with fear and sorrow..

Dell Streak 5 Comes to Pakistan

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It was only a few days back that Dell Pakistan in collaboration with Mobilink Launched The Dell Streak 5 locally in Pakistan. Available at selected Mobilink outlets Dell Streak 5 is a powerful Android tablet and smart phone which was first launched back in June 2010 in the United Kingdom .

The Gadget runs android 2.2 on a large 5 inch TFT capacitive Gorilla Glass display, which is large enough to conveniently read, write, watch movies or browse the internet and just small enough to fit your pocket.

Its very promising to see these smart phones, and tablet devices getting more and more popular in Pakistan, insuring a deeper penetration of ICT and bring societies closer to each other. A handheld device is all that you need to stay in touch and connected with the whole world. These smart phones and tablets have great potential to educate the masses and address their issues more conveniently.

For more information on Dell Streak 5 in Pakistan click here

“Rio – The movie” Comes to Karachi


I am not much of a movie fan so when I first got an invitation to go to the premiere of “Rio The Movie” I wasn’t too excited. “The red carpet, celebrates, Ooh it must be one of those glamor events I dread to go to ” were my first few thoughts. But then I thought “an animated movie can’t be that bad” and this one thought proved to be a life saver.

As I entered the Atrium Cinema a huge red carpet outside the box office accompanied by a pair of beautiful macaws were all there to give everyone a warm greet. I was very happy to see these amazing birds, with their huge beaks and colorful feathers, matching the characters on the posters of the movie. As I proceeded forward some cool celebrities came in my view and so the meet and greet session kicked off. I Met Sania Saeed after months, actually the last time was after her katha performance, she was there with her mother and her two little angels, also present there was Tapu who is a big fan of animated movies was also present at the event and could barely keep his excitement concealed. I also ran into Khalid Anam who was stressing the urgent need to put a curb on piracy, and how its eating away our talent and our media industry, and i couldn’t agree more. We also exchanged a few words about the commercialization of our main stream media and how TV channels don’t often think of the deeper social impacts of the programs they air but we both agreed that some quality programs are also on the spectrum, we departed with a promise to continue the discussion in greater depths some other day as the show was now about to start.

Punctuality was the first lessen people learned as the show started sharp at the scheduled time. The comfy chairs, pop corns to pop in and soda to wash them down, cell phones switched off, 3D glasses resting on my nose, and every thing was off my mind, I was now completely in another world, The world of a blue domesticated macaw, living in Minnesota, and around him the story spins.

I wouldn’t go into the details of the story line, but I tell you what the movie is truly so fascinating that you will completely be lost in the story, you will laugh with the characters, you will panic with them, you will jump off your seats in excitement, and you will certainly cry happy tears because its just the kind of movie the whole family will not only enjoy but it will also rub off a little on them leaving its impressions for quite a few days and i bet you would want to see it not just once but a number of times and yet you will enjoy it just like you enjoyed the first time you watched.

As the movie ended, I walked out of the cinema my mood was completely lifted, I found the two macaws on the red carpet, but now i looked at them as a pair of victims, bound in chains for some money, and that is one of the strong message the movie quite efficiently delivers. Who ever miss out on this movie will sure be missing a lot of fun. and i Must say since the Cinema are returning to us we must also give it a warm welcome and enjoy the experience more often. but for those of you who still prefer to watch the movie at home please buy original videos because piracy is theft and a crime.

A crown fit for a king


A paper crown sits proudly on top of my computer screen, for some it may just be a crown cut out out of paper, good to make happy a 6 year old child and that too for a moment or two. But this crown has much more associated with it for me, that i feel its a perfect “Fit for a King” –

King ? I don’t really know much about kingdom ships, about wealth, Gold, silver and all that shines. I know chairs make out of drinking straws, I know about colors, smiles, warmth of the sunshine. I know the the values of the textures of life, of colors which i always felt were missing from my orbit, since the day i stepped into this whorl of life, which spun me so hard that the world around me had always felt like fast moving streaks , streaks so sharp that they would cut through my skin, in attempt to take life away from me, you steal my soul, steal it and make it the worlds slave, chained in greed, dipped in the poison of deep selfish green, a color so common on the planet earth, as is often mistaken for life.

But i was lucky, lucky to be strong enough to hold on to my soul, until the sharp edged streaks spinning around me gave up to turn blunt. So blunt that a few days back i saw them attack me, they touched me, with force, with all their might, using all their poisons, but they couldn’t even scratch through my skin.

I am the King, and the crown holds the power, the power of truth that three little angels made me see, three because they came from all directions, at equal distance, because i waited and didn’t let go the fragile flame of hope, and kept it safe burning within my soul fueled with the power of faith.

That crown that sits on the top of my monitor is a piece of paper, its energies and powers are within my soul, this paper is a just a reminder that one should always hold on long enough for prayers to be answered.

I love my Exoskeleton

Absorbing pain shatters one from the inside but it makes you stronger from the out side, forming a hard outer shell which prevents all emotions from seeping out the real world becoming visible on the expressions. I don’t want the shed my outer core, i want to make it more stiff, stronger, so strong that it wont let anything out or in , but the inner pressure keeps on cracking it open from time to time, and i keep my self busy repairing it strengthening more and more. I love my exoskeleton, i cant afford to loose it.

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Mullah On the Eid

It was right after Eid Namaz and Khutba that the Mullah in the mosque near our place started Dua, asking Allah for forgiveness health and what so ever on behalf of the people present at the congregation. As usual i said Aameen to a few requests he made on out behalf to Allah, and than i started saying my own set or prayers, for family friends and who ever i could remember at the moment, but i ended Sooner as probably the Molve Sahib had more to ask from God, at least more than i expected from him. A few sentences later he blared out of the Loud speaker “May God show our women the right path to piousness, may accept / assume Purdah (veil).”

I was absolutely raged at this very Dua, Why on earth he assumed that women of our society are not pious modest, and who is he to pray for their modesty ? and how could he said “our women” ? what on earth made him think women are his property and it is hid duty to make them “modest”, “pious” ? Was he even thinking when he said those words ? and why on earth he didn’t say that may Allah make our men pious enough that they respect other women like their own sisters and mothers ?

At the point i was totally raged, I stood up and walked right out of the mosque, Now i wish i would have stood up and protested right there! But then i may have not been alive right now to write this post, maybe.

Is this what we call a responsible media ?

On the 13th of July the news channels across Pakistan started flashing the news of a 22 year old trainee nurse, who jumps off the balcony of medical college and was found badly injured, her injury suggesting sexual assault. In a case of sexual assault, rape or attempted rape across the world media ethics demand that the identity of such victims be kept undisclosed. On the contrary the TV news channels across the country blasted not only the face of the victim here but also her name and religion, and like that was not enough they continued to run the news flick, with “breaking news” flashing in the brightest of the red, every few minutes for almost 2 days in a row till the time the face and name of the victim was not deep embedded in the memory of every single viewer of the channel, it was only than that they came to some senses and started to blur out the victim’s face.

Soon after the incident only a few days later the ever efficient local news channels found another news to break in flashing red headlines. On 28th of July 2010 a passenger airliner crashed into the hills of Margalla, in Islamabad in the early hours of the morning. In the haste to be the first to break the news some channels started off by reporting the incident as a helicopter crash, few minutes later on the same channel the crash was reported to be of a small aircraft carrying 55 passengers. It was only around 20 minutes later that the crash was described to be that of a passenger Airbus carrying over 150 passengers. but the irresponsible and unethical reporting doesn’t end here. News channels started claiming 40 survivors from the crash, but the footage they aired, showed the plain disintegrated, into tiny bits, not even a chair was seen whole and undamaged. Anyone with the slightest sense or logic would not believe that there could be any survivors when the plane its self is in tiny bits and pieces, but maybe because the news channels wanted to keep its viewers hooked, in hope, false hope that someone may just be found alive they continues to say there were survivors, at least 5 of them they claimed until after over six hours which is when they finally admitted there were none. A detailed account of irresponsible reporting of the day can be read in this blog here

The Tv News coverage of recent floods, the biggest natural disaster to hit Pakistan , also has been equally irresponsible. People crying is misery, and pain being showed on the loop again and again. Rather than focusing on the extent of the issue the raw face of misery the floods have dawned upon the people is being broadcasted, faces filled with tears and misery, sound of cries pleads, backed up with a sad dramatic music. But the stories of courage, or narrating the real extent of the issue, highlighting the long term troubles and challenges the recent floods has placed for us are all in the back ground somewhere. The main focus of every single news channel today is to air the misery of the people, because it is easy at times like these to go in with a mic and shove it into the face of an affected person and get an emotionally charged bit of video which they can throw in the face of the audience to cash their emotions and have their attention.

In yet another case of insensitive unethical attitude of our TV News channels, three days back a video of a brutal murder of two brothers in Sialkot appeared on a news channel. The video was so graphic that I couldn’t bear watching it till the end, even a few seconds of the footage was too disturbing for most of the audience but the video was run all day almost on the loop first on one news channel and since two days on all the other news channels. Since three days when ever I try to turn to the news all I see is that heartbreaking, gruesome video, running on the loop at every news channel I flip forcing me to keep the idiot box shut silent.

every time a bomb goes off the image of a severed head gangling from the strands of blood soaked hair, from the hand of a police person pops up on out TV screens, the head which is said to be of the suicide bomber almost always turns to be that of a victim. The blood splashed coming out of the TV screens, the cries piercing through the heart, the smell of charred flesh exposing us to too much of violence, violence which is breaking us apart, shattering our soul, violence which is undermining the core issues narrowing the extent of the problem, cutting short the bigger picture, and shifting the focus on the misery of one man, one person, one entity. While the humanity on stake, the crippled stale of law informant, poverty, crime, issues of that of the common people, and their future, which you and me should be pondering upon today are simply burred out of focus. Is this what we call a responsible media ?

Danger of human traffickers taking advantage of the flood victims

The memories of October 8 earthquake of 2005 are still fresh in our minds. People displaced in the catastrophe five years back are still not completely back to their normal lives and we have another one to deal with. This time the flash floods have effected the whole of the country, the number of displaced people spread across Pakistan is estimated to be above 13 million and the figures are still rising.

From the earthquake gained a lot of experience, although sadly not much of that experience was used to help improve our disaster management system but at least the social workers know the challenges are hugely difficult to deal with the aftermaths of such disaster .

Mostly all the privet NGOs active in relief work are emphasizing of specific medical supplies, food items of high nutrition values, nonperishable food, clothing’s and daily use items important for the displeased population of the country. But there is much more needed besides these essential supplies for the welfare and survival of these highly vulnerable people trapped in the crises.

We have already seen reports of crimes like robberies taking place in areas hit by floods, as people have left their valuables in their flooded houses, opportunists and criminals are having a field day stealing from the un attended houses. But that is not the only crime, and they are not the only criminals who are active and having a field day making the most of the misery of the people for their own selfish beings.

Countless cases of human trafficking have been recorded during the time of Oct 8 earthquake 5 years back but than the situation was different. The people displaces due to the earthquake were in camps and not much trafficking, abduction was possible from the centralized camped city, but hear the disaster is spread across the country and the refugees are taking shelters in schools and which ever dry land they find convenient, the refugee camps too are not much centralized and are divided is pockets.

Obviously a large number of children are among the survivors, and since the chaos and confusion is still there, and the disaster is still folding , to make it worst most NGOs are still busy collecting food daily use supplies and making them available to the flood victims, not many are thinking on this line, which makes the environment quite favorable time for the criminals involved in human traffickers, and sex trade crimes. Children, specially girl children, under treatment in make shift hospitals, trapped and left behind, or those who have lost most of their families are at a high vulnerability risk.

The need is to keep a careful check on such children, keep an eye out for suspicious people. Provide security to the refugee camps. NGOs and international organizations should take immediate measures and the state should be on a lookout for such criminals. There is also a need to raise voice and make people aware of the danger so they can too can keep an eye on suspicious people. And report them to the government, army police or alert the NGOs working in their areas.

It is a hard time for all of us, those who are privileged should play an active role, donating and helping the people who are currently struggling for their survival, it is our moral and ethical duty to provide the support and help our fellow human being in needs, with money, food and in which ever way we can help them. It is also our duty to voice our concerns and urge the government and people concerned to help and support there people. Millions of lives today are depending upon us it is time we stand up, strong for them.

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