Friday, November 25, 2005
This is "laanat." I give this laanat to myself, to you, to everybody for being part of this sick society. Here's a couple of letters that were published by the editor of a newspaper recently and were read to us today by the khateeb in the Friday prayers. The first one was written in the blood of the writers. I am only providing the account in my own words, not exact quotation, the letters were in urdu.
Letter number 1, I quote:
We are four sisters. Our father died years ago, and our mother raised us with a lot of effort. Instead of supporting, us, this society only hurled us around. Our mother is now on her death bed with several terminal diseases. We given tuitions and teach the Quran to the neighborhood kids to keep the bread going and to manage to stay indoors. Whenever we are forced to go out for some necessary chore, the beasts of this society await us to peal off our skin. We request someone to kindly do us a favor by wedding us all off so that we can finally live a safe, dignified life.
Letter number 2, I quote:
We are four sisters. Our parents are old and I work on computer composing to keep the livelihood. Whatever little I earn is hardly sufficient to pay the bills and for us to be able to cook pulses (daal) and vegetables. We never even cook beaf. People offer us huge sums to commit adultry, but our parents are asked for huge dowry for marriage. Islam made marriage simple and sin difficult, but our society is making sin inexpensive and marraige expensive.
Laanat on this society, and on you and me for being part of it. I wish that either Allah guide us to correct our ways, or send a bigger earthquake throughout the country to destroy us all, because all we are doing is spreading evil. It is better for a few good men to die alongwith the sinful rather than be supressed and watch evil spread.
If you look at it, women are the most suffering in all this scenario, at least as far as this world is concerned, yet, women are the only flag bearers of these stupid customs that we acquired from the hindus. I dont know if I can convince my parents, but perhaps I can convince you that what is wrong is wrong. Perhaps you can convince your parents, or perhaps at least, as parents ourselves, we would become a wall against this idiocy.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Also, I've got some really interesting photos to post to the blog, but there's something wrong with the hello picture sharing networking apparently.
Friday, November 18, 2005
- On success: A successful man is one who can make more money than he can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
- And talking of success: Behind every successful man is a woman. Behind her is his wife.
- On necessity: Necessity is the mother's invention.
I got my marks for Stochastic Systems I mid term today. Even though 50% isnt a good score, but that's the top 3rd or fourth score in the mid term. The class average is 26. The course is tough, no doubt. I was very sceptical about the mid term and never expected to be anywhere near the top 10. Lo and behold, the result is beyond my expectations. The only reason is my parents' prayers. Otherwise, my own acts wouldnt warrant acceptance of my prayers.
Now I'm preparing feverishly (well, if you'd call taking time out for blog and stuff feverish, that is) for the final that is on Monday next week. I hope the final is easy because most of the final content was covered in the last two weeks with plenty of extra classes. We didnt have enough time to practice.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
I'll tell you, everybody has a blog these days. Even miththu is blogging. He is seen here typing out his message to the world. He hasnt had the time to actually sign up for his very own blog, so he shared mine. To see what he had to say, view this entry.
The following was typed by my bhai's mitthu:
Saturday, November 12, 2005
My bhabhi said that she put a plate down on the table to get some food onto it, and as soon as she took a spoonful out of the serving dish, she discovered that her plate wasnt there. Someone took it. Since people were after anything they could get their hands on, they had taken multiple plates with servings of everyhing, most of which they would never eat. So, there was a shortage of plates, and hence, she was unfortunate. On the gents side, things were even worse and several relatives of the groom resorted to eating in the women's dining area.
Hamaree niyyatain kab bharain gee?
Thursday, November 10, 2005
The wedding was extravagant in terms of expenses. The groom's family are goldsmiths, so no shortage of money, and money was really spent like crazy. That, after the recent earthquakes, and the women were complaining that it was too simple a wedding and a lot had been cut off. Yea, right! The world would be a better place without these women.
Their were fireworks as they finally left the home. Then, there was traffic problems. To cut the long story short, the unfortunate documents were signed just before midnight and we had dinner. What I liked was that the groom's family were giving out itr (perfume) to the guests. The dinner was tragic. People stormed the meal as if they had either assurance that this was their very last meal, or they had been hungry for months. I hate the way people behave on the dinner tables at weddings. Even educated people. They'd push people around to make it to the dish, secure the serving spoon, take out biryani, notice that no spoon is available on the chicken qorma dish, so they'd reach out over the neighbor's coat clad arm, hopefully dirtying it in the process, and serve the qorma with the same dish, and if possible, use the same spoon for everything else. If the dish happens to be "not up to the mark" they'll confiscate the spoon and hold their ground waiting for the server to fill it up again. And there's lots other mess. Then there is further shooting of that tragedy/comedy which goes on till early morning. And when they finally kidnap the stunningly beautiful bride (thanks only to the twenty four hours spent at the parlour) of the ugliest possible groom, there are hours of further shooting and customs execution. Geez, weddings stink. Cant we just be simple. Sign the stupid papers, make the vows, say the prayers, good night. No, sir, that way, we wouldnt be able to piss off the entire remaining nation.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
There was a huge jam on the toll booths at Lahore on the motorway as we returned on Sunday morning. That's what I hate about most married couples. They're unable to keep schedules, they're unable to leave for road trips early in the day. They always unnecessarily get into traffic jams. The queue on the six booths were at least a kilometer long.
Industrialists in the Sialkot area are very active in the community and they build absolutely beautiful office and factory buildings. They are complete campuses, if you ask me. I could only photograph some of the ugliest of them because it took time for me to empty my 128 MB stick onto the laptop during the drive. Next time, I go there, I'll bring you photos of some of the real big buildings.
We went to Sialkot on this eid holiday by road in my car. This is a shot of the Lahore Islamabad motorway as we climbed it for a short while before getting off to GT Road.
My brother's miththu enjoyed every second of the trip. Photographed here, he is sitting on the back seat enjoying the scenic route. On the back seat were two golden chickens inside a box, which is not visible in the photo, but that explains the cloth on the back seat.