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Money: An enemy

Insaan ko teen cheezain barbaad karti hain. Zan, Zar, Zameen

There are three reasons a person gets destructed. Woman, Money, Land. It’s difficult to choose between the first two as to which one is the most lethal but recently, I have seen money making much more impact in relations between some close family members. People who were respected are not being respected at all because of a little debt on them. Family gatherings have never been enjoyable like they were and most of them have just become formalities.

Not just my family, I have observed at many places where just a little debt had become the reason of disputes between people who were best mates for more than two decades. It’s true that people work tirelessly, day and night, to earn but for a part of it, how could they tamper such log friendships or close relationships? I might be wrong because I haven’t earned anything myself up till now but this is a general thought…

Kyun paisa paisa karte ho, kyun paise per sab martay ho?!

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Posted by on December 21, 2012 in Random

 

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Mazda Diaries: An Appeal

Mazda Diaries: An Appeal

I have observed many people during my journeys in buses who boards the bus at one stop, tell their problems in a manner that some emotional person will melt and give them some money. All this is a matter of one stop and after gathering Rs. 10- 20, the leave in search of another bus at the next stop. There had been aged people, people with kids hanging or holding some medical reports.

Today, I saw one of a different kind. He was (apparently) deaf and asked for help in a manner that many had never thought about.

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I was astounded by this piece of brilliance. At first, the man distributed the cards to each person and then went to the women’s compartment to explain that he is deaf and mute and then started collecting money. By the time he took all the cards back, he had collected around Rs. 40 within a single stop.

P.s. Not making fun of any one here but just as I read the card, I opted for observing a minute’s silence for what had been done to the beautiful (English) language.

 
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Posted by on December 17, 2012 in Mazda Diaries

 

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Happy Anniversary KarachiTips Blog Team !

Warning ! This may turn in to one emotional and sentimental post.

So it’s one year since the inception of this, umm, team and blog. After six months of listening to countless taunts from my mum for sitting at home and fighting with a couple of people who mattered the most in my life at that phase of time, I was sitting all alone having given my final exam of the session when suddenly the messenger pop-up showed an email from KarachiTips. To be honest, I never really expected and filled that form in desperation because I knew I sucked when it comes to English language and writing. If you don’t believe, always feel free to read the dumbest pieces I could write, it’s available in archive !

Anyways, with the addition in that group, I was introduced to awesome Karachiites I’d have never known otherwise. Saad, Ali, Shahzal, Hira, Swaleha and our MSN convos began. Met this chocolaty friend Sadiya at the first meetup ❤ And not to forget, the trio behind this great idea. I remember how formal I was at the first meet up but since then, it felt like we’ve known each other for so long. Twitter convos, that early morning revival of childhood memories and many more things that I’m unable to recall right now. Going to Twitter jails for trending something started by KarachiTips, the first Birthday party of KT and those couple of hangouts that we had, it was some fun I had never imagined.

Between all this, at one point of time, I forgot that there are still some kids who are a part of this team. Kids who were so much proud of being in the team that they either forgot to shave their newly grown hair or thought that everyone could be shut up with a certain “K.”

But as they say, not everyone is the same. Talking about kids, I was fortunate enough to meet the most mature teenager I have seen to date, in my partner. I was awestruck when I first read the draft of “Aanties” and immediately stopped working on my draft. Now, I feel proud to regard Ayela as my best friend.

There are more people who have been a great contribution to this team and to my personal growth. Hina Jee, who improved my posts to near perfection and taught me so much with her editing. Shahzaib for the awesome comics and everyone else related to our posts.

On another note, it feels sad that people suddenly stopped working as winter vacations finished for many. I myself got caught up in classes but tried to keep the flow of posts running. Still remember that time when I had a month’s posts edited and ready to be published. As they say, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. We’ll come back stronger and be better than before.

So, everyone, who is still a part of this team and reading it, Happy 1st anniversary of the KarachiTips Blog Team. Hey Abdullah, Bilal and Baakh, some celebration maybe? 😀

p.s. Sorry if I’ve missed anyone.

 
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Posted by on December 16, 2012 in Random

 

Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again….

That early morning PTV cartoon to wake me up…

Heading to school with a hanging bottle in the neck…..

That joy of knowing a teacher is absent and a free period will be given…

Those paper based games and the joy of winning them…

Being a champion of Book Cricket and Hand Cricket…

Those special arrangements on the PT period day….

Being the flag bearer for my campus at the Sports Day in the Naval uniform…

That pleasure of being the Monitor and bossing around in the class,

Taking unfair advantage of the good kid image created…..

Ditching close friends at last second in the test and listening to their taunts…

Hiding in a corner with best friend until lunch is shared with him….

Fighting with people in the van to grab window seat…

That Amrood and Makayee wala outside school gate….

Having arguments with mum about “Jo miss ne kaha hai wohe theek hai”

Coming back to watch Sesame Street’s Urdu version “Khul ja Sim Sim”….

That freedom of playing outside one hour before Maghrib….

Those couple of hours with a stick on head while revising school work…

Those late night 30 minutes allowed on Sega to wear off tiredness given by studies….

That ban on setting a foot outside during exams…

That greeting with a couple of slaps when told that I got 9.5 out of 10…

Those expectations from me every session of coming first in class…

Taking Ninja Turtles cassette on rent first day of the vacations…

Those imaginary friends whom I played Cricket and Hockey matches with…

That unhealthy obsession with a song…

Those moments of watching wrestling sneakily with my Grandfather…

That night before an important Cricket match, sleeping with the ball kept under the pillow….

Those tensions of losing the ball right before leaving the home for the match…

That moment of madness when all levels of Tekken 3 were cleared with a single token…

That disappointed walk after not being able to drive at Dodging Cars at Sindbad’s….

Those weekends spent at Nani’s place just to watch an Indian movie with Mamun…

Spending open-handedly at the Doli wala jhoola…

Falling in to the trap of Pathan bhai with Rifle and balloons tied on a board….

Counting Eidi every 5 minutes and comparing it with cousins’…

Mom taking the Eidi by promising to double it up next month…

That happiness of getting the first computer…

Being a master at every game and bragging about it at school…

Making that first ever k3wlx email ID…

Blushing to the thought of first crush…

That moment when girls saved me from being expelled from the school…

Those countless reminders by them…

Those Cricket team politics and awkward happiness when nominated Captain…

That dream of joining Air Force being crashed right at the last moment…

I want those days back…

I want to go back in time…

I want to live those days again…

I want to be stress free again…

Give me another chance…

I wanna grow up once again 😥

p.s. I tried hard to rhyme it.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2012 in Random

 

Mazda Diaries: CNG Blues

Feels good to be back writing. I had planned to start it after my exams, last one tomorrow but the conversations I heard today had me tempted to put it online.

CNG issues have been increased lately and almost everyone gets affected by it. Be it a public transport passenger or a private car owner, waiting in long lines or hanging for dear life on tilted buses to get back home, life has been somewhat miserable on couple of days CNG is not available.

Today, when CNG was finally available after a couple of days, this was a hot topic in public buses. Here’s one conversation I hardly managed to listen to while travelling.

“Yeh hukumat ne uchh nahin kara. Pehle itne CNG station bana diye, phir ab khatam kar rahay hain CNG. Ab barri gfaariyon (buses) per khatam kardain ge CNG, chhoti gariyon per rehne dain ge. Ghareeb aadmi kay liye tou kuchh karna he nahin hai na.”

Second person joins in “Pata nahin kartay kya hain? Jab CNG laga he rahay thay tou Japan, China se line letay na Gas ki. Pehle line letay phir CNG laatay taakay khatam he nahin hoti”

I couldn’t do anything but smile at the cuteness of our public following this discussion.

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2012 in Mazda Diaries

 

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