Crow's Nest...

Love is blind indeed. But the worst part is when it takes away your ability to see and makes you blind. That is a pity indeed. Then again those who have had the experience might want to differ from this; Their own prerogative I hold no bars. I would like to talk about the love of a sister for her brother here and nothing more. Yes, for all those love birds love has many different facets hitherto unknown to your gullible minds. For a sister a brother is the ultimate truth that can never be denied. For her he is the superman who can overcome any and many obstacles without so much as a sweat on his forehead. He is always right. All the wrong things he does are not his fault but a consequence of fate of which he has been the unlucky target. His words are sacred than the ten commandments. His deeds amounting to those of deity worship. His don'ts an absolute no go area and his permissible the only allowed things in the religion of mankind. A sister can go to any lengths in pro...

Did the dew today, first time after AKU. Back then it comprised an important part of my breakfast, lunch and dinner with a few tosses in between. Any cold drink would do then. But since the time my stomach started sending signals in an adverse fashion to the acidic effect of these cold drinks I have had few and those too in limited quantities. Anyhow I did the dew today and very very surprisingly it didn't taste good at all! I do remember there were times when every so called Muslim in this country vehemently recorded his expressions against these foreign cold drinks. Many arguments were sighted in favour of giving up these acidic drinks. All of a sudden it had stared to matter that these caused various ill effects on the body and teeth rotted away. Most of the prevalent diseases were in one way or the other the result of these poisonous liquids. But now things have changed back. Now there are locally made sub-standard substitutes available in the market (The foreign brand...

I take one about everyday now. Not the usual walk in the park, as the phrase goes, but the unusual one. It is a bit brisk on the pace and has no green grass under my feet. But still I would prefer to call my thirty minute exercising routine a walk in the park. The endorphins are euphoric and bring the stress levels down considerably. Besides that my body gets time to get out of the wedlock that it has with the study chair. This is a true prototype eastern wedlock. Both are happy and unhappy with each other at the same time. The study chair has to embrace my body and there is no way out while my whole self starts aching after a usual day of rocking. Numbness that overcomes different areas of the body is not ecstatic at all yet the movement of the limbs is surely not to be missed for a dance of a sufi soul. Water is a powerful and obstinate force. If it falls on the rock for a long period of time it gets its way eventually. Similar analogies can be seen in human mentality and ...

Robert Fisk has a magnum opus out and it has been reviewed to my liking in this week's DAWN. The title is The Great War for Civilisation: The Conquest of the Middle East (ISBN 1-84115-007-X). Some of the excerpts from the review point towards the nature of the content and I must say they are interesting enough to make the book reach my wishlist. ...As a war correspondent, Fisk has covered every war during the last 30 years in the Middle East and on its periphery from Afghanistan, Algeria and Nagorno-Karabakh to the Islamic heartland between the Gulf and the Mediterranean, a land drenched with blood: the countless Israeli raids into Lebanon, including the 1982 invasion, the Lebanese civil war, Hafez al Assads crackdown on Muslim Brothers in Hama, the Iranian revolution, the Iran-Iraq war, the Kuwait war, Hizbollahs resistance to Israel in south Lebanon and the Iraq war. It is a personal account of the wars juxtaposed with history... ...Fisks magnum opus is more than a history of...

Where is my pencil? Heck! It was here just a moment ago on my table. Oh! It must be under this book. No! It isn't there. OK then it must be under that book. Hiding from my searchlights. But Na! not there either. Try looking for it in your graduation mug which holds all your writing ad highlighting weaponry. Alas! can't see it there. Hell where has the damn pencil vanished? Its not a needle and nor is my table a haystack that I can't find one simple looking pencil. Then there is only one more possibility and that is you must have dropped it off the table. It must have slipped or something. Oh no! Now I will have to move myself _my so important self _ and look for it under the table. Well I am not ready to undertake this huge task. Atleast not now. It is a gigantic, mammoth of a thing to move myself and look for it down there. Understandably I am not ready for this endeavour right now. Let us postpone it till some other time and use a spare pencil for the mo...

23rd March 1940 was the blessed day when Pakistan resolution was passed in the annual convention of All India Muslim League. The foundation stone for the country was laid and the struggle for this piece of land started in earnest. God be our witness we accomplished a gigantic task in no more than 7 years from the day this resolution was passed. 23rd March 1940 was really a turning point in the history of Muslim nation in the sub-continent. We won what was rightfully ours to begin with _ freedom. This freedom came at a costly price but still it was worth it and if our short history is any measure most of us have cashed in on the deal pretty much in lust and dollars. It has been a win win situation for the rulers and loose loose situation for the common man who is yet to see the real side of freedom. The disturbing news is that more and more people are joining the ruler class and starting to tear at the pieces of this land. May God guide us to the right path. If army rule is cons...