Saadhay 14 August

 As they say History is one man's version. Today I experienced Pakistan's history from Anwar Maqsood Sahab's perspective.. A perspective based on How he views historical facts and internalize them. How he softens the blow with witty Humor, how he questions history, how he touches the taboo with Satire, how he chooses to show himself to you. From each dialogue so carefully selected and in the flow.. An amazing piece directed by the brilliant director Dawar Mehmood with changing sequences, use of props, creating intensity with those loud noises, pulling off a Bollywood piece in Pakistan, making political satire so gullable that the audience laughed and clapped... What joyful way of telling your truth.. 

Never have I ever experienced theater in Pakistan with artists so brave that they go beyond that wooden stage leaving their comfort zone, with props and extreme movements just to create that impact amidst audience but it just felt right. Felt like it came straight from the heart.. 

Talent manifested through these brilliant actors, most of them stayed true to their character, out of many things to love, one is attention to detail in their gestures and movements. How the characters changed accent from a kisan to a paka lahori and then changing it to a bangali.. Just the right tone set by Mr. Winston Churchill (bata do apna naam, mujhy nhi pata) at the start It takes effort, it takes commitment and it takes patience to expose your self through theater in such a manner... A very brave and couragious attempt, just enough to nudge and create the right sort of distortion.. Well calming it down with brilliant modern day references... It had a little bit of something for everyone.. Be it culture, history, drama, satire, humor, exposure and many things, it's there, it depends on what you allow it to show you as an audience, as a community and as a collective conscious of this Society! 

Perfume

And she would try and put on every other perfume and body spray she had with her. She would take the latest issey miyake perfume her friend gave her, and would sprinkle it on herself, especially her scarf because after every two minutes she would just sniff on it. It was getting unbearable, she was getting irritated. It wouldn't let her rest, she would scratch her nostrils every now and then. Uncountable breaths she took so she could really feel the fresh air around her, but it all failed. As much as she tried she got it even stronger. Uurrgghhhh

Came stronger than ever, well that’s what she always thought, it always came stronger, stronger than before. It always made her numb. She would be performing her daily routine, but in fact would all time be living in that fragrance. If she could she would just pull it out of her nose. Sometimes she would think “What would I do if it continues for days” because it has been with her for days sometimes weeks. She could not get rid of this fragrance. Sometimes she thought, it was in her head, and she would go online and read about it. It was in her head, it was making her crazy, it always makes crazy all she wanted was just for a minute to breath without it.

This fragrance would take her back in time, twelve years back. Exactly like it use to be like this many years back. She resting her head on his chest. The chest she use to call her own. The chest she once claimed was her’s and her’s only. The cold shinny soft chest.. She would just sniff it.. sniff it and sniff it and would sniff it again .. she wanted it, wanted it to stay with her forever .. she would sniff his arms. His arms pits. She would look into his eyes and would tell him, “I just love your aroma and I want it to stay with me forever, I just love it “

She Loved him 

Oski uljhano mai bhi ik adda thi

oski uljhano mai bhi ik adda thi
oski her uljhan oski zulfoun ki tarhan, ik ghata thi

woh dewarain tor dyti thi, oun sy takra ker
osme himmat thi, aur yahi oski saza thi

uraan ounchi thi oski, bey laag
musibat hi toh thi woh, nehayat bey baak

tora, phir tora, aur phir sy tora
khud ko samaytnay k liye
osne apne ko phir khud sy tora

toot k bikharnay ka jash manaya
jisko woh zalim bardasht na ker paya

She is the Art ..

Art is messy, artists even messier .. 

For the one who thinks, for the one who feels, for the one who observes, and for the one who love, mess is everything. Mess is where it all begins, mess is where you learn to pick up the pieces, mess is where the tears are, mess is where the fears are .. 

In those tears you learn to love, in these tears you learn to grow, in these tears you learn to let go.. 

For as clueless as you always have been, clues are not what you look for, you look for the words. Lots and lots of words, for the words repeated again and again can bring back the trust which was once lost because of the actions. Words will break the walls, walls so high you can't see past them. Walls so fragile you cant even touch them, walls so strong you cant even knock them... 

You are beginning again.. you are building again the stairs. Stairs so you can climb the walls, step on them, watch the view from the high .. view is very different from the top. The good part is she is not scared of the heights, she has jumped already from a mountain.. she will stand tall on the wall to enjoy the light fountain ,,

Feet on the ground, heart in the air, dreams in the sky, tears in the eyes, she has begun to live the life.. 

For what it's worth.. She is the Art .. 

No interest

What may seem like a serious business to one, may not hold any importance to the other at all. The whole idea of our being is being related to our self. I am here in a training, I have 34 trainees, and I have made them realize that they work they are going to do is going to bring in wonders in their lives. I have infused in them the corporate knowledge, the business need for doing something which is beyond their personalities but yet it is going to benefit them. I find all my trainees very innocent, and eager. The calls they are going to take are going to be an addition to the overall benefit of the company. I can see so many of these trainees here have absolutely no interest in this job, they are here, just because they have some responsibilities, or some expectations to meet. 

No interest

What may seem like a serious business to one, may not hold any importance to the other at all. The whole idea of our being is being related to our self. I am here in a training, I have 34 trainees, and I have made them realize that they work they are going to do is going to bring in wonders in their lives. I have infused in them the corporate knowledge, the business need for doing something which is beyond their personalities but yet it is going to benefit them. I find all my trainees very innocent, and eager. The calls they are going to take are going to be an addition to the overall benefit of the company. I can see so many of these trainees here have absolutely no interest in this job, they are here, just because they have some responsibilities, or some expectations to meet. 

Bloated Happy & Content Apple

She was about 5 feet and 4 inches tall, with a body shaped as a pear. Sometimes she thought she was becoming an apple, bulging out from all side. With this height of her's even the slightest weight would look as if she had put on a lot of pounds, but these were all self defying thoughts. She had actually put on a lot of weight. Sometimes she would recall her perfect figure a few years back, before she got married. Back then she would go on frequent diets, stopping herself from consuming any fried, carbs laden food, or fizzy drinks, try different  now she doesn't know when to stop eating or even care about what she's eating. After her marriage she even tried to maintain her perfect body, try to watch what she was eating. Trying to go on frequent diets off and on, but not as strict and not as off and on as she used to. Her face was now pale, without any makeup she would look a lot older than her age. Dark spots on her forehead, and chin, she didn't know from where they appeared, and became a part of her face, she would try to use some home remedies to get rid of them, but that too so seldom. That was just to remind herself that she still cared for self, her beauty, her image. Her hair so dry, lean, full of split ends, she didn't have anytime left now to apply egg, oil and yogurt mixture, which was a must a few years back. Her feet dry, hands dry, chipped nails, legs tired. Her clothes so loose that they could be used as curtains. Once the stylish chick she was, now turned into a practical, smart, witty, house wife with two children, two boys, whom she loved and adored. Most of her time was spent cooking, cleaning, taking care of her kids, her husband, every now and then she would help her mother in law in get out of her insane mental patches just by supporting her and listening to her. She would occasionally get online to check What was happening in the outside world, by connecting with friends and family through facebook. Running errands from Morning till night, she had accepted it all, she never complained that she didn't have enough, not regretting even a single moment of her life. 
            Despite of all the troubles she had in her life, there was one thing she always had on her self, which was better than any makeup any cosmetic product and any piece of cloth, It was her attitude. Her smile, she had it on her like a sparkling gem, better than a glittery piece of jewelry. The attitude with subdued calmness and understanding. Confident as ever that every thing was under control. When she was around, everything would be taken care. and She had the power the nerve to create everything from nothing, just by putting her heart and mind into it. Such was her aura, it was there before she got married, and it continued to be polished after that. It got better and better with time..