The day you own.


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tick! tok! tick! tok! No, no I am certainly not listening to Kesha’s song but  as needle of  my wall clock swings; I am constantly looking at it. I am  becoming more anxious for the moment when I can finally say yes! it is my day. Yes, it is my birthday. Ten min to midnight and  my birthday till then let me discuss the feelings you usually carry in that course of time.

   Ten min      

You find yourself  a lot more humble, nice and decent to everyone than you usually are(please accept that)  and wears a smile without a reason.

Five min

You think for a moment who will be first to wish among your siblings and friends. Then you think about the one who had wished you in the first place on your last birthday.

Three min

You walk down your memory lane and think of your previous birthdays and recollect the memory of all the fun you had.  You plan how you are going to celebrate  this birthday.

One min

You imagine gifts wrapped in colorful sheets and speculate about few  what  will be inside them.

Phew, it’s finally midnight. I am getting texts one after the other each wishing me  birthday. I got my first phone call ( as i am alone in my room) and it is my sister two years older than I, who asked after wishing me if  she is first to wish? yes, indeed. Few min after I got another call that too from my sister but this time 6 years elder than I, who after wishing asked the same question if she is first to wish? Now what to do, to have her heart I said yes indeed. Now let us hope she does not read my post and that the two of my sisters do not tell each other that she was first to wish.

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BOL, movie review.


REVIEW:

Based on the domestic life of a lower class family living in Lahore, Shoaib Mansoor’s “BOL” beautifully showed the picture of oppressed women living in a family headed by a chauvinist, egoist, grouchy, the only bread-winner, an indigenous Hakeem, father of seven daughters and one more but trapped in a boy skin Saifee (eunuch), whose role becomes harbinger for the climax, has much for nearly everyone to relate it to their lives. It has a heart wrenching story.

The entire story unveils in a flashback mode as Zainab (Humaima Malik) eldest among the daughters of Hakeem, narrates her story to the media, a minute before her execution . Hakeem business is impeded by  shift in a trend of countrymen, consulting doctors for treatment instead of Hakeem. Income diminishing day by day leaves him and his brood from hands to mouth which utterly induces him to look for alternatives but he never allows his daughters to work. The film also throws light on the role of male dominant society and catapults the injustice they do, who even usurps the right of women to choose a life partner with her own consent but the film primarily objects to the idea of reproducing human beings into this world (blinded by faith and self-centered intentions) without taking complete responsibility of their basic necessities of life. The upbringing of Saifee amidst his/her sisters, and isolated life, defined to walls of home, negligence showed by his/her father for Saifee does not have a defined sex and the fate he/she meets is spine chilling

As the story continues we see only Zainab among the daughters of Hakeem  is courageous enough to speak for their rights and argues her father for his wrong concepts and beliefs. The two are often seen arguing about fate and their choice of changing it with their free acts. Hakeem time and again scolds her for he thinks what she says about family planning and limited free will granted by our Creator is an open heresy. Hakeem each unwise move pitches another tower of trouble for himself and his brood, leaving him penniless and you hate him for his condition and atrocities he does to his family. But at times you take pity on Hakeem, an old bearded man, as circumstances compels him to do immoral to keep his honor.

Zainab younger sister Mahira Khan forges friendship with her neighbor, Mustafa, (Atif) in their childhood and when they get mature, they wish to marry each other.  The movie has twists and turn and one cannot predict the story.  Shoaib Mansoor, famous for his script writing showed a great work of art in the movie. Keeping the legacy of “Khuda ke lye”, he gave his best shot once again. Dialogues of the movie are terse,  but carry volume of strong emotions and facts so vivid even understood by an average person, explaining things in a light never examined before.

The film is very real and one forgets for a moment he is watching a movie.  There are comic scenes and dialogues truly different from the bollywood cliché and the current cheap comedy which is usually inclined more towards vulgarity. The shift between humor and sensational scenes is exceptional followed in a rhythm and does not disturb the gravity and plots of the story. At times I found the audience in cinema bursting into laughter and in the next moment wiping out tears from their eyes (mostly women and few men). The music of the movies is soft, sweet, lively and lingers in your mind for long time,melodious enough to stir the soul and completely meeting the demand of the movie.  Atif and Hadiqa duo “Hona tha pyaar” is excepyional. Sajjad Ali “Din Pareeshan hai” perfectly synchronizes the plot of the story where the song starts and no other could have sung it better than him. Hats off and  applause to Shoaib Mansoor choice of selecting cast and place to shoot the film. Every actor did justice to their role and performed it in the best way but Atif acting was average. Better he stick to singing. Humaima Malik, in her début has given what was required on her part as she was the central character of the movie. Her acting added a silver outline to the movie.

i will not deny this movie has complicated stuff and it needs a discerning audience besides a company of adults for minors owing to controversial issues being discussed in the movie and that too out of context in few plots, vulnerable and few concepts can even misguide ..the director gave the viewers only a stimulus and has let them choose their own response to it, not giving it in the end of movie himself and maybe this is why it got mix views in Pak, besides other reason second of which among them is, it questioned the pre-existing doctrines of fate and our choice of changing it. i am not going to discuss every bit of it but the central idea, which i already mentioned which the movie objected is something i will call enlightenment.

The movie ends with an epilogue,not only conveying a message straight to audience mind but putting up a strong question and generating stimulus in them. “BOL” is another indefatigable effort of Shoaib Mansoor in revival of moribund Pakistani film industry. Let’s wait and see who gives another infallible production to bolster our film industry. So what are you waiting for, grab a ticket and watch for yourself this spectacular work of art . Its time to say be Pakistani and not only buy Pakistani but see Pakistani as well.

Taking on a forbidden tower. part 2


Note: Do not read until you have not read taking on a forbidden tower.

After reading”Taking on a forbidden tower”,  Many readers are asking me this question “what happened next after the gardener took notice of  me’? I know, it is a valid one. Actually what happened next was not worth mentioning but embarrassing.But now here it goes. The authority grilled me harshly for it. I had to pay for it. They did not conduct my interview. They called my parents. Are you people thinking all that? Well lets see what happened. I came down  as quickly as possible, hardly escaping a great fall on the stairs.

While descending the stairs some cartoonish scenes were exploding one after the other in my  mind, like, upon reaching the ground the gardener who had seen me would have raised an alarm by then, amassing the navy seals for the stealth mode operation and  I will find a bunch of gardeners armed with prunes, garden shears, rakes and what not. It will be like catching a rooster and putting it back to the chicken yard.

And I will slip from their clinched fists, running for my life in a way captain jack sparrow runs.  Stop playing that mission impossible music zatty!  I was not enjoying this at all.

descending those endless spirals stairs in less than five minutes made my head spin. okay! I came to the last stair leading me to the ground and began to descend it and made myself mentally prepare for a great run.  I descended it, stepping on the broken glass broke the silence which had sustained after I kept standing still behind the entrance door of the tower. I with one of my eyebrow raised and mouth little open came out expecting all the yelling but none.

To my surprise no one was there to welcome me and congratulating me for doing such a great deal.  what zatty! I made a fool out of myself. I came down to no good, I remember what I  had said at that moment ” All in a day’s life; I could have stayed on the top for a little while but what now”.

About me.


“what said zatty! my character is undefined? that is absurd. I am a guy,
 the hero every story needs a hero”

Zahid Masood at your service. Yes true, true I am the hero of my story which
 began on 21 of September  1992.Being youngest in my family I have always
 enjoyed the privilege of beingone. 
19 CHAPTERS( years) of the book of my life have been completed 
and ALLAH knows how many more I am destined to. I am living my life in  one 
of the famous city of Pakistan,ABBOTTABAD perhaps very famous.:) 
 yes AMERICA! I swear, I have nothing to do with it. 
 At present I am pursuing a career in Engineering. Yeah, readers put 
your hands together for me. I THINK SO I BLOG. :
Being fond of travelling projects my quest for different culture, people
 temperament, ideology and lifestyle. An insight to their way of life,
inducing and deducing results and then comparing it with others is one
 of my favourite entertainment hour. you may call me an extrovert but 
for a good reason. moreover I try to bring conflicting ideas of people
 living in a same community into coexistence and thus prevailing peace.
 When I asked my two close friends to define me in few lines, one said
 "You are mostly bent upon improving yourself, without giving up, 
without fear. That is the best thing about you". And the other said
 "carefree, loving and a very energetic person who is very stubborn 
and does whatever he wants". Yeah, in pursuit of knowing myself, 
a good contribution has been made by my college physics teacher who had
 said it to me a thousand times over "nikaame aaddmi, kabhe waqt par nahe
 a sakte"( you lazy man, cant you be ever in time). Yes, I am a
 procastinator and not punctual but at the same time i know the
 consequences of being so and this is why I am only  so in trivial matters
there is no fun in doing work in time but the real fun is in knowing
 you have to do a certain work and keep postponing  it untill you slip 
and hit a floor.So this is me and lets have a handshake, 
since we are friends now. Right? You are not sure,well lets fancy we are.     

Taking on a forbidden tower.


Okay, so today was my interview in GIK (Ghulam Ishaq Khan Institute of engineering sciences) in the pursuit of engineering. Yes engineering. I know that sounds cliché in today world where there are influx of fields. okay zatty! stop giving me that look.   I am not after the trend but Engineer is someone I have always desired to be. I with my old chum left for university. The University was one and half hour journey from my friend’s place.  iconic scenarios, irregular ridges upon which clouds were casting its shadow, mud houses and a touch of rural life on both sides of the road we traveled, adorned our journey.

The smell of freshly mowed lawn welcomed us to the university. The university was big, green and beautiful. I reached the admin block where I came to know there were fifty candidates and my turn was pretty late, so I and my friend had ample time to ransack every corner of the university. Sadly I forgot the camera to have few clicks and capture some good memories. There are many things worth mentioning but the most exciting of all was the clock tower and the library. Though I got interested in it in the end but yeah the most exciting and adventures moment was mounting its stairs and reaching the top.

this is the real picture of that tower, and this pic has been taken from a great distance                                                            this is the pic of that clock tower. since it was took

                                                           from a great distance so it looks apparently small.

The height of the tower was 100metres. The length and width were somewhat equal and not more than 4 meter.  No one was allowed to go to the top. The door which was leading to the stairs of tower was locked but the door was made of glass which was fully broken by someone.  One could easily get through the door. This sight roused my appetite for adventure. I badly wanted to see why people are forbidden not to go in there. So, I stepped in and started mounting the spiral shaped concrete stairs. I had hardly mounted few steps that I realized the steps were very narrow and at great slope, making the climb difficult. The end of every stairs would lead to another. I kept on mounting the stairs for like five min and I could not tell how far I have reached, since the walls of the tower had s trip of one way glass running from top to bottom, through which I could not see.                 “these stairs are somewhat analogous to the original

                    stairs. sorry! I had forgotten camera”

By that time, I was thinking should I keep mounting or comeback, keeping that in mind somebody may have watched me going in and I will receive the penalty for entering restricted place. On second thought it appeared absurd to me coming back from the mid so I held my own and kept on mounting the stairs. As I was going higher and higher, acrimonious smell began to irritate me, and wondered for its cause.

The spiral concrete stairs ended and they were replaced by parallel run steel stairs, each leading to a new part of the clock tower. Before mounting those one I made it sure that they were firmly  fixed  by giving them a slight jerk. The increment in the pungent smell was tremendous and I felt the absence of air, as I was going higher.  In the third last part of the tower I saw three dead birds which had almost rot, causing smell.  Who did this to the poor birds? Nature or they became a prey of some animal, like snake or something. I got scared. Stop smiling zatty,  I got scared but  yeah a bit, not much.  By that time I could tell nobody had come this far in the forbidden tower lately. Should not I just go down, I questioned myself? No was the answer. On entering the second last part I felt the mechanism of tower in process and finally I entered the last part, above which was the roof.  The opening to the roof was cozy and hardly one could get through it. Fresh air and the streaks of sunlight were the bounties, the opening offered. It was a good sight.  Watching my steps from the electric wires and the clock mechanism I went for the last stairs, with each step I was feeling happier.

I finally made it to the roof. The view from it was awesome. I could see the university, its white buildings in lush green natural beauty.  I looked for my friend who was sitting on the footpath, waiting for me. He was wearing a red shirt, and from the height at which I was standing he looked like a tiny ladybird. Overwhelmed by the excited feelings, I shouted at my friend and waved towards him but I forgot gardeners were working down there. One looked at me and shouted” Hey you!” and I was like Oh, no!

Eternity


I walked in search of eternity but fell in a mystery.Now  tar is  filling my lungs, let it come in and have me. Suffocation, no air and no light, black bubbles seizing to nothing. Then I felt a cold skinny hand but  a calloused one. I took  it for my rescuer but it turned to be angel who had come to capture my soul. my soul fleeting with the angel to hell or to heaven, I am not a party to this question. By now my body would have touched the base of tar ocean, since its orientation was such, It was offering  least resistance.