Michael Jackson has died -- A condolence message from Pakistan

So I switched on TV today and saw the breaking news about Michael Jackson's death. Although I am not a big follower of Western music, it was nonetheless a shock. I mean, we are a generation who grew up hearing about Michael Jackson. Even if we never actually listened his songs, we heard his tunes whether they were being used as a background music in a PTV drama where they wanted to depict a westernized guy (who usually had long hair by the way) or being used in Fifty-Fifty in a comic break-dance. Even in a far flange village in Pakistan, a mother would scold her wanna-be break-dancer son by saying, "aidha tu wada Maykaal Jackson!" ("Yeah! You are such a Michael Jackson!") She might not know who Michael Jackson really was, but even she had heard his name and that's a testimony to his international fame because we are talking about an era when we only had one state-run TV channel and even then our people knew his name.


As an entertainer, he has definitely left an indisputable impact on the lives of millions of people around the world.


I wonder....

I wonder...


I wonder what you felt when you were with her

I wonder what do you feel when you listen to her favorite song

I wonder what 7th Avenue reminds you of

I wonder what you thought when you imagined your life with her

I wonder when was the first time you said "I love you" to her

I torture myself wondering what you felt when you held her hands

I wonder if you heart raced when her number appeared at your cell phone

I wonder what you two talked about when you took her on long drives

I wonder if you would have been happier with her

I wonder if you regret losing her

I wonder if you still talk to her or think of her

I wonder if you can love me as much you loved her

It hurts....my guts gets twisted....my heart seems to have been caught in a wrench....I can't shed tears....I feel nauseating....but I CAN'T STOP WONDERING!!!

Obama's speech at Cairo University



Words. There have always been words. This time, they are beautiful ones -- appealing directly to my heart.


But...

Will there be actions to follow-up these words?

Muzzammil's contact

Sorry for the delay, but for all those girls who wanted Muzammil's contact numbers, here they are:


Mobile: +923004847942
Landline: +92425754057

So if girls wants to make dresses for your wedding trousseau, he's the guy. Ahem, that is if you want them made from Lahore, Pakistan *sheepish smile* 

For those people who are hearing Muzzammil's name for the first time, he was the guy who made my wedding dress! :D 

Changing Names

"Your name at the Facebook hasn't been changed, so I am guessing you are not married yet." Was the line dropped by a long-lost acquaintance at my Facebook wall. For some reason, it bugged the heck out of me. Hence today's post. 


Why the heck does she think that the first thing I would do after getting married would be changing my surname at my Facebook profile? And I am telling you it's not a feminist getting her hackles rasied here. It's a simple question of "Why"?! What's the need to change your name at your Facebook profile, Google account, National Identity Card or anywhere else for that matter?

First of all, it's just a Western tradition that we people, along with many other traditions, have adopted. Nowhere in Quran or Hadith, there's any mention of a wife taking her husband's name after marriage. Infact, going by some of the research I did at Google, some of the scholars call it Kufr, citing that Hadith about 'calling adoptive sons by the name of their own fathers'. While some of the scholars, while still maintaing that taking up husband's name, is wrong; there's nothing wrong if a woman is referred to as someone's wife. So what the West's feminists are today chanting about 'belonging to no one and keeping my own name', my religion Islam gave me that right 1400 years ago :)

Now let's come to other reasons of why I don't like girls changing their names at Facebook profiles and Google accounts, and this refers to our Desi culture. I don't know if some other Desi girl has felt like this but I always felt that all those girls racing to their Facebook or Google accounts to change their names after signing Nikkah papers are somehow showing off. You know, that typical catty (or call it bitchy!) Desi girl thing of looking down their noses at other unmarried girls and showing off that they got married while they are still single, which roughly translates into that they are STILL not likeable enough in the eyes of the daughter-in-law-hunting-mothers-of-the-guy. Which is a purely pathetic and sick thing to do to your fellow sister. Period. 

Another reason behind their changing their names can be that they are trying to inflate the guy's male ego by showing him that he now totally and completely 'owns' them. I guess, a better way of telling him that he owns you would be by telling him that he owns your heart, your love, your devotion, your loyalty and your faithfulness. 

Another thing some of you might have noticed that this trend of taking up your husband's name is a bit recent in our side of the world. Can you honestly remember any of your Nani's or Dadi's changing her name? Her name would end at Bibi or Begum or Banu or Khanum and it would remain the same even after she was married! Never heard of an Aziz Begum or Naseeran Bibi or Kaneez Banu changing her name! :D Okay, that was a lame joke, I admit, but it just popped up in my mind from nowhere and spewed out of my fingers and on to the screen! :D 

Okay, getting serious, it's brings me to my own experience with changing names after marriage. 

My husband's NIC (National Identity Card) had expired and he had to renew it. And one weekend, while all of us were sitting in the living room, my father-in-law told my husband that he had talked with the guy he knew at NADRA office and we both can go and while he's getting his new NIC, I can also get my name changed. Hellloooo?! Has anyone bothered to ask me whether I want it changed or not in the first place?! But being a good daughter-in-law, I didn't say anything but my husband knew something was off with me. Later, when he asked what was bothering me, I told him that I didn't think it was all necessary. 

"But we do need to get your NIC updated, don't we?"

"But I don't want to change my name!" I wailed. 

"Ok. Then don't." was his swift reply.

"Then why are we going to NADRA's office?"

To which that lovely and wonderful, wonderful man explained to me, "Name isn't the only thing that gets updated in NADRA's database, you know. We also have to show that we two are married to each other and we'll be given a new Khandaan number (family number) and that little box that showed that your relation to the head of the family was of a daughter will now show the word wife because I am becoming the head of the new family here, babes!" At this, he gave that typically Desi I-am-the-he-man look which had me LOLing. "Besides, I am guessing you earned a degree or two since the time they last entered your information."

So while my new NIC is in the process of issuing, the only thing I have issues with is: why can't they take a better picture for that NIC?! I look like I lost my gaiy or something! Not the English guy but the Urdu gaiy which used to fire off a cannon in one of our ever-green advertisments! ;)

It was another Sunday....

It was another Sunday. I was sleeping when around 9 that I thought that the doorbell rang and it was the dhood wala (milk man). Gone are the days when an alarm clock shrieking its heart for 45 minutes couldn't wake me up, these days I am up and out of the bed with a single beep of my mobile phone's alarm. Waqt waqt ki baat hai! Anyways, it was a Sunday and another person available in the house (i.e. the guy sleeping next to me) to receive our daily dairy intake so why should I get out of the bed? I nudge my hubby and tell him that it's the milkman outside. The guy grunts and gets out of the bed and checks the front door. No dhood wala there. He comes back reporting absense of any milkman or a dairy product. To which I reply, "Oh, I thought there was a bell, now that you are awake, why don't you bring the meat, the good one is finished by 10. and oh, bring some fruits too." I don't know what happened after that since I rolled over and was asleep again in seconds.

I woke up again around 11:30-ish. There were some sounds from the kitchen. I guessed the hubby must be back. I groaned mentally thinking about the house work looming ahead. I would have to clean up and freeze the meat, wash the last night's dishes (since my maid has Sundays off), wash and put away the fruits, make parathas for breakfast since hubby likes the total desi nashta on a Sunday. I dragged myself out of bed, decided to peek into the kitchen on my way to the bathroom. 

Kitchen was not in the same condition I left last night!

The fruit had been washed and put away in the fridge. The milk had been boiled, cooled and stored in the jug. The meat cleaned up and put in the freezer. The dishes washed, the coconut was nicely cut into small pieces since hubby knows I like to nibble at it while watching TV or just as a 'mouth-occupier'. The hubby turns around to see me standing there and says, "I put the coconut water in that glass, you have to finish it off."

I was at an absolute loss of words! I didn't know what to say to the guy standing infront of me. I did show my appreciation but all you guys need to know is that I had a smile on my face all through my shower and later I rewarded him with garama-garam moli kay parathay! :)

So, Cavaliere, probably that's love. Probably, chopping up gendayri into smaller pieces so that your wife with her braces-worn weaker teeth can easily chew them is love. Probably, cooking bhindi for your husband even though you hate it is love. I don't know if I am qualified to talk about love, haven't been in it before, nor have researched on it but somehow, to me, this is the definition of love.

Need help

Guys,

I need help! With financial crisis all around the world, my job is also on hold and I don't know when it's going to be 'unfreeze'. So I am in desperate need of idea of earning from home? 

There's my blog and there's Adsense. Can I put ads on this blog or do I need my own domain?

Clicking ads, putting ads on my blog, any other idea? -- Ideas that would work in Pakistan.

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