Easy Days? Hard Days?

25 08 2009

Just when i boasted in front of my peers that Ramadan is the coolest of months in the whole year (when it comes to work), I never knew that my ranting wouldn’t be liked by the supreme authorities. While I had finalized my plans to leave office at most by 2:30 PM and to reach home by 4:00 PM (at the most) and to sleep the rest of the afternoon off, I forgot to include one major internal factor while making that plan… and that factor is none other than ‘Boss’.

Like a volcano, the boss has just awoken from its hibernation and now its all ash, smoke, stones and lava that is falling on me.The first two days of the month have been awful.. Monday was spent drifting in and out of sleep,.. while Tuesday was even worse. I nearly passed out on my desk twice only to be jolted back to consciousness by rumblings of my boss. And on both of these days, I have been leaving work two hours late than everyone else.

Oh, i have never felt this much miserable ever before… may be its my body thats signaling me to review how I am spending my life.. Perhaps asking me to sleep more at night.

Or perhaps its an indication for me to seek a break…or perhaps a new job.

I hope the coming days are not so tough.

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When the maulvi lost it

23 08 2009

Due to proximity with my workplace, I seldom go to the Boat Basin Mosque for Friday prayers. In addition to proximity, other good reasons for going there are vastness of the premises, diversity of eating places nearby and above all – A Maulvi1 that is very candid. Yeah folks, instead of hearing the conventional ‘ghusal’ and ‘instanja kay masail’, i get to listen to more social issues and regular bashing of government officials and general public…. The maulvi seems very literate as well and feels comfortable with English.

On the past Friday, I got the chance to go to the place again. I was accompanied by a friend. We reached the mosque almost half an hour earlier than the designated prayers time. The maulvi had just started his speech. I got myself seated at a shadowed spot and started to listen what the maulvi was saying. The topic that he started to discuss was simplicity and how the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and his apostles spent their days in extreme poverty. He added that the unity among the people in those old days was phenomenal and how people used to exhibit the behavior of selflessness. Saying this, he flipped into the current world and started into the current materialism world.

He added that the current price hike in all the basic items is not because of the genuine shortage of products but because of the joint effort by the producers, distributors and government officials. They consider Ramadan as the month where it is their right to earn more and more profit by squeezing every single penny out of the poor consumer’s pocket. With these earnings, all the culprits go to perform Hajj and self assure themselves of being sin-free. The maulvi was of the opinion that such acts cannot be forgiven by God and even hundreds of Hajjs would be no good for such a crime.

Next, he turned the guns towards us people and our hypocrisy in general. He said that the day Ramadan moon is sighted the mosques seem to overflow with worshippers. Even the morning prayer has four times as much attendees then any other day. He threw the question, ‘Where do these worshippers come from?’, ‘Do they descend from the palm trees located outside the mosque?’, ‘Or do they come from the skies itself?’, this tempo continues till Shawwal moon is sighted and at that very instance, there are hardly a dozen people in the night’s prayers while the rest of the people are out in the markets obtaining ‘eye-tonic’. He specifically emphasized on the term ‘eye tonic’ which he further explained: ‘Eye tonic is what they call those women who are shopping in the markets’.

Once the phoondy topic was over, the maulvi moved towards poilitical issues, He came to energy crisis and bashed the government for allying with the private power production companies and allowing them to form a cartel. He came to politics of water and said that the opposing factions of the ‘Kala Bagh Dam’ want the dam to be built over their dead bodies..  As a response Mr. Maulvi siad:‘Well, you opposers! Get ready to be dead. coz there will be no water to live on in the next five years’… He concluded the topic by saying ‘Had you built a dam earlier, we wouldn’t be this much damned by now’.

I must add that during the whole speech, I noticed smiley faces all around. (yours truly included) A guy who had just came to my neighboring place was getting ready to sit down when he heard something and a hissing laugh escaped his lips. He immediately recovered and looked around apologetically to find me returning the smile.

Once the prayers was finished, I came out to find my companion looking back at me and he said: ‘Did you hear that?’
’Yeah’, I replied. ‘This guy gets frustrated often’.

To finish this post, I would suggest that if you are in Karachi and are somewhere near the Clifton region, Do spare some time to visit the Boat Basin Mosque on Fridays. You might as well get your share of an innovative way of speech by a maulvi who has got some balls!

Footnotes:

1 –  Maulvi:  An islamic cleric.

 

 





Pity the nation…

13 08 2009

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.

Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows not from its own winepress.

Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.

Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block.

Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.

Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another with trumpetings once again.

Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.

Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation

— Khalil Jibran

How truly does this apply to us as a nation. Every single line fits perfectly to what we have evolved ourselves into. I am truly impressed by the genius of Khalil Jibran who sketched the whole character of this nation centuries before we ever came into existence and yet we proudly deny what we actually are – a hypocrite, dishonest and violent bunch of ‘individuals’.

So, in a couple of hours we will start yet another annual competition of hypocrisy by clogging the streets with silencer-less motorcycles, disturbing other’s sleep with with loud roaring of motor, pressure horns,  firecrackers and fearless display of illegal weaponry. What better way to laugh at ourselves but denying it altogether what lowlife we are. Indeed you call it independence… the liberty that you won’t find any other place on earth. the liberty to kill each other, the liberty to rob your neighbor, the liberty to blackmail the ignorant ones in the name of religion or law…. we have never been this independent, haven’t we?

I’d better be working than partying out coz when the day dawns, we will again forget why we lit those candles in the night or why we gathered at the ABC place and danced to the music.

Good bye,

Jashn e Azadi Mubarak!!!





tweetin’

9 08 2009

One of the most commonly opened browner windows that you may find on my computer is ‘twitter’.

My long blogs have turned fewer in the past weeks and i can attribute this to twitter.

Though i had joined this site two years back, but I haven’t really utilized it till a couple of months back.

So far, I am enjoying posting small messages to this great service, but the real utility would be when i send tweets via my mobile device. This would really serve the purpose for which this site was built.

 

Lets see how long does this addiction continues.

My tweets can be viewed on the following link: http://twitter.com/burhaan

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Shab-e-Barat: Memories, Regrets and Hopes

6 08 2009

Its Maghrib time in Karachi, Pakistan.

With that, Shab-e-Barat – The night of emancipation will start. As narrated by my mom when I was a kid ‘Its a night when God will write who will be born, who will die, what Rizq (The stuff one eats or earns) one gets and what other deeds one performs…. ‘. Well, me being a rude kid since childhood always preferred to blow firecrackers than to worship. Just thinking about it brings a wide smile on my face as the vivid memories of every year are too hard to forget… I remember the long night of running away scared shitless when i was in grade 10th (for obvious reasons)… and I also remember the year when we neighborhood boys fulfilled our revenge against all those lousy neighbors who used to forbid us from playing cricket… and yeah ofcourse, I remember bombarding the house of our rival team’s captain with firecrackers (small and large)…. and how can i forget the shared laughter on one of the most sacred nights in Islamic religion.

 

Though those days are long gone, and so are the motive to launch firecrackers… but that doesn’t mean that i flipped towards the other side (this means the people who spend the night at mosques worshipping)… How many times, I long to spend the whole night on the prayer rug, begging the lord for forgiveness but the addiction of sins… the long cherished addiction towards doing ‘other’ things but to pray has kept me away for the most of the night. Tonight might be no different since i have a couple of things to do by midnight, then I intend to spend an hour or so looking at the skies or bowing in front of THE ONE. I hope my plans aren’t foiled by the devil who has much more influence on me than i can ever imagine…

And yeah, tonight is a sort of festive night too… good food, warm steaming sweets (multiple types of halva) are served, and i am not missing out on those either :p   om nom nom.

 

Ok, enough of this for the night. I wish that God up there has good plans for all of us in the coming year, I pray that Allah grant everyone with blessings and the courage to be a good person, the passion to live and to let live – Amen.