Why people fear ‘death’? The surety of this event is greater than any other happening in our lives. Then why we try to avoid mentioning it in our so called ‘intellectual’ discourses?
Personally, I believe death can have many manifestations and colors it can embody. Physical death or the stoppage of one as an active, living being is just one accounted avatar of many untouched, under explored forms that Death can present.
I believe that if a person stops his/her craving for good and positive in the life that he/she is made to live, then that person is pretty much on the precipice of death’s cave. For living people are understood to be enthusiastic for at least one
aspect in their life’s tenure.
A man, who is empty of any passion in the dealings of his life, is as good as dead. For passion, defines the warmth, the radiance, the color in a body that has yet to be titled a ‘cadaver.’
Hope is the priming source that drives the injection of passion in peoples’ lives. When a human being decides to traverse the road to suicide or the deliberate path to death then, its quite obvious that his/her stock of hope is either non-existent or dead in it-self.
Can death be fascinating? I don’t think so. Can it be intimidating? Surely!
If you would ask people to share their views in detail about this phenomenon, you would come across horrified ideas, scared expressions and a general wish for it to totter away as far as it permits from the person asked.
If this questionnaire about death had been forwarded to me 3 years down the road, I would have prompted, what I now believe to be downright un-intelligible opinion of horror that many people do. But as time has passed I believe that you can not deny the finality of a stop to one’s activities whether they are educational, professional, and social or simply those related to one’s life. You can not cast hurdles across death’s path. It acts on its on accord and perhaps as mystics opine “Life and death are married by an immortal love of certainty of occurrence.”
It’s precisely thanks to reasons like these that I believe that ‘regret’ is the worst state of life one may subject him/hers-self to. “Living it to the fullest” may be a cliched notion but the motto it serves can never rot or turn into a relic. Sidney Sheldon shares in his awe-inspiring autobiography that “life is just like a novel, you may never know what’s going to happen until you turn the page.”
There are varying hues to the canvas of one’s life. Some may be inspiring others merely hate-provoking. Every person adopts a different cadence to his speech. So does life. People who believe that ‘life’ is not worth living are utterly wrong in that death only comes to you when and where its scripted to play the ending credits to your lively-activities. Bugging one’s brain to sadistic ideas may be the work of art for people claiming to be realists but in ‘factual’ reality are nothing but losers dwindling in the pits of self-pity. So even though people should realize death as a logical ending, they should not stop living the life that they are duty bound to carry.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
22
22
Hye!
It really is unsettling to remind myself of the fact that I’m writing after 14 months for my blog. During this period of time, I completed my graduation and am now interning in the National Shipping Co. or the PNSC.
Everyone knows how the country has coped with all that has been to put to its plate and what has happened in these 12 /14 months. So it’s futile to brag about it. There’s this sack-full of political websites and I don’t want to jump down this sensationalist bandwagon as long as circumstances permit.
I was watching this movie called ‘School of Rock.’ In the movie the main protagonist who is a teacher catches a 10 year old pupil hanging out with a couple of wannabee rock stars smoking and playing cards. The teacher grabs hold of the child and asks him what the kid’s been up to. The child replies that he is trying to befriend some real rockers, in reply the teacher tells him that those guys are just ‘posers’ acting cool and belying the spirit of a true rock fan.
The point I’m trying to make is that these days a great deal of people we see in the entertainment and show business are acting to be real artists with only superficial talent and little patience to learn the craft they claim to have mastered. Folks can point out to me being unqualified to make this statement and I’ll agree to their argument. But if you happen to watch any play of yester-years like ‘Ankahi’ or Studio 2 ½. You’ll come to terms with what I’m trying to put to the front.
It seems today's writers have lost the panache of writing lengthy, dramatic, and full of classical metaphors dialogues. If not so they seem to consider it as downright shoddy in today’s world. We see actors chirping out dialogues that seem totally improvised in places where improvisation is definitely not topping the ‘to-do’ list. Creators of such self proclaimed ‘wondrous pieces of art’ argue that today’s plays are closer to the situations in real life. I tend to disagree with this very notion.
First and foremost; romance is not the only and most momentous issue in our lives. Plays being aired on national channels these days happen to think to the contrary. The only happening worth a thought these days the architects of these plays want us to believe constitute the trials and tribulations two people endure while fighting for their love. Do all the law and order, political, economical headaches affiliate their origins to this simple dilemma? Surely not, because had the case been so, a simple nuptial between the Army and the Taliban, the PPP and PML-N, the Kalias and the State Bank, would have brought the country to realize its blissful dreams.
Second; let us for a moment, agree to the media populace’s lie that these acts aired on TV are further distant from fiction then those from days of good old yore. But should the manner in which the scenes are made out to look as they do, the street-smart, unattractive dialogues that the poor actors indulge their mouth to utter, the evident lack of preparation in executing a scene, the flashy and flamboyant yet untactful production designs be praised? Many would have the courage to shout a resounding NO!
But what we see is heaps upon heaps of praise being showered by one media person to another (it would take a gun-point situation for a real person on the road to praise them).
We have perhaps landed into the era of mediocrity, for excellence requires back breaking, nerve wrecking preparation and rehearsal. And people in this age of exploding rate of options to marvel and suffice, don’t have the time. Perhaps this is the reason that we see people like Shoaib Mansoor appearing after 3 or 4 years in the limelight. They don’t have the patience to work impatiently and run from one post to another with little substance to boast, for they’ve been saying since the word ‘eternity’ was coined that
“Rome was not built in a day.”
And I’m 22 now.
Bye.
Hye!
It really is unsettling to remind myself of the fact that I’m writing after 14 months for my blog. During this period of time, I completed my graduation and am now interning in the National Shipping Co. or the PNSC.
Everyone knows how the country has coped with all that has been to put to its plate and what has happened in these 12 /14 months. So it’s futile to brag about it. There’s this sack-full of political websites and I don’t want to jump down this sensationalist bandwagon as long as circumstances permit.
I was watching this movie called ‘School of Rock.’ In the movie the main protagonist who is a teacher catches a 10 year old pupil hanging out with a couple of wannabee rock stars smoking and playing cards. The teacher grabs hold of the child and asks him what the kid’s been up to. The child replies that he is trying to befriend some real rockers, in reply the teacher tells him that those guys are just ‘posers’ acting cool and belying the spirit of a true rock fan.
The point I’m trying to make is that these days a great deal of people we see in the entertainment and show business are acting to be real artists with only superficial talent and little patience to learn the craft they claim to have mastered. Folks can point out to me being unqualified to make this statement and I’ll agree to their argument. But if you happen to watch any play of yester-years like ‘Ankahi’ or Studio 2 ½. You’ll come to terms with what I’m trying to put to the front.
It seems today's writers have lost the panache of writing lengthy, dramatic, and full of classical metaphors dialogues. If not so they seem to consider it as downright shoddy in today’s world. We see actors chirping out dialogues that seem totally improvised in places where improvisation is definitely not topping the ‘to-do’ list. Creators of such self proclaimed ‘wondrous pieces of art’ argue that today’s plays are closer to the situations in real life. I tend to disagree with this very notion.
First and foremost; romance is not the only and most momentous issue in our lives. Plays being aired on national channels these days happen to think to the contrary. The only happening worth a thought these days the architects of these plays want us to believe constitute the trials and tribulations two people endure while fighting for their love. Do all the law and order, political, economical headaches affiliate their origins to this simple dilemma? Surely not, because had the case been so, a simple nuptial between the Army and the Taliban, the PPP and PML-N, the Kalias and the State Bank, would have brought the country to realize its blissful dreams.
Second; let us for a moment, agree to the media populace’s lie that these acts aired on TV are further distant from fiction then those from days of good old yore. But should the manner in which the scenes are made out to look as they do, the street-smart, unattractive dialogues that the poor actors indulge their mouth to utter, the evident lack of preparation in executing a scene, the flashy and flamboyant yet untactful production designs be praised? Many would have the courage to shout a resounding NO!
But what we see is heaps upon heaps of praise being showered by one media person to another (it would take a gun-point situation for a real person on the road to praise them).
We have perhaps landed into the era of mediocrity, for excellence requires back breaking, nerve wrecking preparation and rehearsal. And people in this age of exploding rate of options to marvel and suffice, don’t have the time. Perhaps this is the reason that we see people like Shoaib Mansoor appearing after 3 or 4 years in the limelight. They don’t have the patience to work impatiently and run from one post to another with little substance to boast, for they’ve been saying since the word ‘eternity’ was coined that
“Rome was not built in a day.”
And I’m 22 now.
Bye.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
4
This is perhaps the last time I’m writing from home this month. I’ll be reporting back to the academy on the 8th of this month. Again my promise to myself regarding blogging regularly vanished away. But anyways I think I’ll be able to continue once I get to the lab. What’s up, nothing much honestly. I’ve got a tour ahead of Sindh, consisting visits planned at Kotri, Hala, Sukkur, Khairpur, a gas field in Thar, Larkana, Mohan-jo-Daro etc. So that’s a bit of excitement, otherwise this year has been a nadir. I’ll write about my visit once I return from it.
Last post saw me flabbergasting about the movie I watched. I’m listening to songs write now and thought comes to my mind regarding this “influx” of Indian movies coming to local cinemas. Honestly speaking I’ve rather enjoyed going to cinema and just looking at the big screen, the sound is fabulous too. I just believe that cinema is a very vital source of in-expensive entertainment for an average family or an individual for that matter. It’s good to see distributors and cinema owners doing a thriving business. Why? Because it’s directly proportional to cinemas going stronger. I’ve to say though; the business that an average Indian movie makes here is peanuts compared to what it collects in India itself. We’ve only got a few cinemas country-wide. I am really for putting up new cinemas all across Pakistan.
It’s strange that I’ve never wrote anything to do with art and all that, even in my college essays let alone the blog. These days my fingers just get that itchy feeling about writing something even remotely related to arts. Anyways, will some one be kind enough to tell me what the difference between performing and non-performing arts is? I mean the folks at NAPA keep chanting all those promotional bhajans regarding performing arts. What
are performing arts? Okay, leave it to that, “jo beet gayi so bat gai.”
I’ve been an avid cinema for the last one year. I’ve almost enjoyed all the movies so far. But the one crafted (if that’s the right word) by Javed Sheikh has left me in a collection of feelings, frustrated that my 150 Rs went to waste, confused because of the twisted plot (it was a zigzag maze). But nevertheless I was quite bemused by all the performances, in particular the dance sequences. Sana, the chief protagonist looked ever so colossal. I wonder what diet she follows, I want to have the same.
Believe that’s more that enough for this time.
Adios.
Last post saw me flabbergasting about the movie I watched. I’m listening to songs write now and thought comes to my mind regarding this “influx” of Indian movies coming to local cinemas. Honestly speaking I’ve rather enjoyed going to cinema and just looking at the big screen, the sound is fabulous too. I just believe that cinema is a very vital source of in-expensive entertainment for an average family or an individual for that matter. It’s good to see distributors and cinema owners doing a thriving business. Why? Because it’s directly proportional to cinemas going stronger. I’ve to say though; the business that an average Indian movie makes here is peanuts compared to what it collects in India itself. We’ve only got a few cinemas country-wide. I am really for putting up new cinemas all across Pakistan.
It’s strange that I’ve never wrote anything to do with art and all that, even in my college essays let alone the blog. These days my fingers just get that itchy feeling about writing something even remotely related to arts. Anyways, will some one be kind enough to tell me what the difference between performing and non-performing arts is? I mean the folks at NAPA keep chanting all those promotional bhajans regarding performing arts. What
are performing arts? Okay, leave it to that, “jo beet gayi so bat gai.”
I’ve been an avid cinema for the last one year. I’ve almost enjoyed all the movies so far. But the one crafted (if that’s the right word) by Javed Sheikh has left me in a collection of feelings, frustrated that my 150 Rs went to waste, confused because of the twisted plot (it was a zigzag maze). But nevertheless I was quite bemused by all the performances, in particular the dance sequences. Sana, the chief protagonist looked ever so colossal. I wonder what diet she follows, I want to have the same.
Believe that’s more that enough for this time.
Adios.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
3
I am back, well hate using this phrase every time I blog. Its been almost four months since I last wrote something. I have to keep my self active now. The last time I said that I’ve got about six months left in my graduation, well now there are only about 2 or little less than that. What have I been doing in these months, topping my list; loosing my captaincy in academy. Faring poorly again in my exams, wasting away holidays doing nothing. This year has surely been a constructive one.
I’ve been watching all the blogs, all kinds of them. One thing that I’ve noticed is that everybody seems to be interested in politics. Do people really care as to what is happening in the political scene or is this one of the many recent “fad?” I wonder. Perhaps it may have to do something with this entire craze that information media i.e. news channels and papers etc. I find it quite strange to see simple statements being labeled as “breaking news.” Perhaps we have over-sensationalized news.
Though there’s nothing wrong expressing one’s opinion about core issues, but when people start following the trend and do it just to be “in” it starts getting obvious and boring indeed.
Changing lanes. Just last night I watched ROCK ON, Farhan Akhter’s on-screen debut. I’ve to stay it’s the first movie in years that I’ve seen without pointing out any flaw that I could think of. I have this ridiculous habit of ridiculing every movie I watch with my friends but the simplicity of the story this movie really made me to keep shut. The story line is impressively simple; the continuity of the movie is good. Arjun Rampal’s performance is what I believe to be ultimate. His role shows a person who is talented yet is unable to tap it because of his friendly and simple nature. Farhan Akhter’s role which obviously is the lead one, is a talented lead singer in the band, who is fast enough to capitalize on the chance once they get it, but this selfish acts of his thrashes apart the group. Here I’ve to stay that performances by the whole cast have been good. But Arjun Rampal’s performance as a talented, yet socially pressurized guitarist stands out as phenomenal. Farhan Akhter stands his ground as a confident debutant, his directorial stints obviously assisting him greatly to understand the intricacies of facing the camera. The music of the movie has to be the best that has come so far this year as far as I’m concerned, no second thoughts about this one. Hats off to Farhan Akhter for lending his vocals in a “true rock-star avatar.” It will be bad to see this movie not winning any major award, it honestly deserves the best in story, and supporting lead. A must watch for those who believe in good structured stories.
Adios.
I’ve been watching all the blogs, all kinds of them. One thing that I’ve noticed is that everybody seems to be interested in politics. Do people really care as to what is happening in the political scene or is this one of the many recent “fad?” I wonder. Perhaps it may have to do something with this entire craze that information media i.e. news channels and papers etc. I find it quite strange to see simple statements being labeled as “breaking news.” Perhaps we have over-sensationalized news.
Though there’s nothing wrong expressing one’s opinion about core issues, but when people start following the trend and do it just to be “in” it starts getting obvious and boring indeed.
Changing lanes. Just last night I watched ROCK ON, Farhan Akhter’s on-screen debut. I’ve to stay it’s the first movie in years that I’ve seen without pointing out any flaw that I could think of. I have this ridiculous habit of ridiculing every movie I watch with my friends but the simplicity of the story this movie really made me to keep shut. The story line is impressively simple; the continuity of the movie is good. Arjun Rampal’s performance is what I believe to be ultimate. His role shows a person who is talented yet is unable to tap it because of his friendly and simple nature. Farhan Akhter’s role which obviously is the lead one, is a talented lead singer in the band, who is fast enough to capitalize on the chance once they get it, but this selfish acts of his thrashes apart the group. Here I’ve to stay that performances by the whole cast have been good. But Arjun Rampal’s performance as a talented, yet socially pressurized guitarist stands out as phenomenal. Farhan Akhter stands his ground as a confident debutant, his directorial stints obviously assisting him greatly to understand the intricacies of facing the camera. The music of the movie has to be the best that has come so far this year as far as I’m concerned, no second thoughts about this one. Hats off to Farhan Akhter for lending his vocals in a “true rock-star avatar.” It will be bad to see this movie not winning any major award, it honestly deserves the best in story, and supporting lead. A must watch for those who believe in good structured stories.
Adios.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
2
Well the vacations are coming to an end, and I’ve failed once again to write extensively for the blog. It seems that consistency is a word not willing to be synonymous with me. There are just four days left for me to stay. I am not home sick. No way! But I had decided to do blogging this time around. What I did end up doing was going through the blogs of other people without working on my own (do I sound selfish?).
My previous blog ended on the notification of my becoming a senior cadet. Talking of cadets, I do expect some people to question as to what sort of cadet I am? Because some people, and this some is a big-some, believe all those who go through military training are harsh and expressionless.
But Cadets are human being in the first place, right? You cannot expect any human to be devoid of any opinion. We are all opinionated. The harsh regimen and training only improves your physical strength and your ability to maintain your ideas and hold on to them tightly. It creates enough stamina in you to bear any kind of tough conditions. It teaches you to cope-up. And to cope is the name of the game.
Life has been leaving aside a few happenings, “eventless.” In the last few years I haven’t been able to some how find any kind of fire. Fire that can make me excited to work upon something with passion. It’s all going pretty steady. Without any turns or ordeals or any big successes. Very plain curved right on the x-axis, almost stuck to it like glue. One way or the other, I have to find some co-ordinates that can make me score on that Y-axis.
Those, who are of the opinion that only REEL life has got twist and turns…, raise their hands. Stupid, you people are not. But surely we’ve got high and low moments. Kodak? Nah!! I am not that romantic.
How’s life as a senior cadet? Well, you get to do all the things that you could not during your junior term. That is walking on the upper level of the floor called the “upper gangway”. You get to watch TV (yes, no TV for juniors). You can your bring your pc to your hostel. You have ample time to buy your stuff at the TUC shop. You have the right to go to the hostel roof.
Most of all, you get to rag the juniors, in any fashion you like, but within moral limits. You can play all kinds of sports whether you know the games or not. The reason being, only seniors are empowered to select a team. If you get selected as a junior, you must be a good sportsman. Probably the most liked treat of having the title “Senior Cadet” marked against your name is; that you can do what you please once your working hours come to a closure. You can watch a movie, read a good book if you like. You are empowered and entitled. A junior is simply not. Even in the un-official time he is ragged about or has to waste his time listening to gibberish of a senior.
I hope to continue more, but anyways,
Adios Omegos!
My previous blog ended on the notification of my becoming a senior cadet. Talking of cadets, I do expect some people to question as to what sort of cadet I am? Because some people, and this some is a big-some, believe all those who go through military training are harsh and expressionless.
But Cadets are human being in the first place, right? You cannot expect any human to be devoid of any opinion. We are all opinionated. The harsh regimen and training only improves your physical strength and your ability to maintain your ideas and hold on to them tightly. It creates enough stamina in you to bear any kind of tough conditions. It teaches you to cope-up. And to cope is the name of the game.
Life has been leaving aside a few happenings, “eventless.” In the last few years I haven’t been able to some how find any kind of fire. Fire that can make me excited to work upon something with passion. It’s all going pretty steady. Without any turns or ordeals or any big successes. Very plain curved right on the x-axis, almost stuck to it like glue. One way or the other, I have to find some co-ordinates that can make me score on that Y-axis.
Those, who are of the opinion that only REEL life has got twist and turns…, raise their hands. Stupid, you people are not. But surely we’ve got high and low moments. Kodak? Nah!! I am not that romantic.
How’s life as a senior cadet? Well, you get to do all the things that you could not during your junior term. That is walking on the upper level of the floor called the “upper gangway”. You get to watch TV (yes, no TV for juniors). You can your bring your pc to your hostel. You have ample time to buy your stuff at the TUC shop. You have the right to go to the hostel roof.
Most of all, you get to rag the juniors, in any fashion you like, but within moral limits. You can play all kinds of sports whether you know the games or not. The reason being, only seniors are empowered to select a team. If you get selected as a junior, you must be a good sportsman. Probably the most liked treat of having the title “Senior Cadet” marked against your name is; that you can do what you please once your working hours come to a closure. You can watch a movie, read a good book if you like. You are empowered and entitled. A junior is simply not. Even in the un-official time he is ragged about or has to waste his time listening to gibberish of a senior.
I hope to continue more, but anyways,
Adios Omegos!
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