Thoughts (Page 2)

Desi is a term, which people of the indo-sub continent know so well. It’s the term which defines our yellow undertones, spicy food eating habits, loud music and singing at any given opportunity, and dressing like a rainbow with Gotta. Having lived in some countries, while traveling to many others, I am fascinated to meet all the Desi community , who have the same DNA despite their social status or passport cover. Now how do I come to the conclusion that once a desi always is a desi? Read on to know more.. 1. A Desi will be the first one to tell you notRead More →

The age of teens was of crazies where I could push my physical limits, with the assurance that two capsules of Panadol will fix all my worries. These pains and aches would disappear when I gulp down these magic beans, which the magician made to be sold in any roadside pharmacy or shop. The arrival of adulthood with the progression of age, highlighted the limits of my physical stamina. The temple bestowed to me by the Divine One had done its share of bearing a child, and surviving many a human-initiated cuts and stitch ups. It was when I stepped on the doorway to independentRead More →

“Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.” C. S. Lewis One would imagine that when the International Franchisee of the ‘ xyz Idol’ series comes to Pakistan, it would be another stunt of showcasing outspoken judges, with so called larger than life personalities, acting their best to belittle the contests who would travel from near and far to get their two minutes of fames on reality TV. One such story is of 18 years old Maria Meer, a simple being from Faisalabad, who wants to be a singer. Her Audition in the Pakistan Idol was a live performance of an Indian hit; ‘SunRead More →

Originally posted as a note on July 9, 2013 Erum; a truly sweetheart of a person, whom I call ‘Paroo’; as in punjabi; someone lovebale’. It was 1985, when my mom walked me to the Pakistan Embassy School in Jeddah, and left me a class room called ‘1 B’, to start my school years. My feeling were mixed with excitement and fear, considering I was up since 4 am to get ready for school that day. I walked into a room of girls just like me, small and excited, and started my journey of 8 beautiful years, making friends, having water fights, ganging up againstRead More →