Imran Hashmi

It was just like another day when I was enjoying watching “Liar Liar” on HBO. I switched the channel to PTV and started watching the “NEWS” on PTV. It was like a wave of soothing cool breeze, that everything was so calm and peaceful in the country, that nothing can go wrong. This was about to change in a few seconds. I was about to be blasted out of the calm state I was in.

I have World Call television cable in my home. The series of news channels on my cable network start with PTV, Dawn, Geo and so on. I was in the state of such happiness through watching PTV that when I flipped to the next channel and reality came punching at my face at the speed of light. NO, we weren’t safe, NO, we weren’t all partying and in the state of peace, NO, it was all chaos, NO, the fuel prices have been increased by a level that no one could predict. We were all DOOMED. In Pakistan the news are like that. They like to exaggerate things like price hikes, politicians, and God knows what things to a level that is just enough to put any one in a state of frenzy. 

By saying this I agree to the fact that I just panicked. Yes I panicked to a level where I just thought I HAVE to do something to save us. I didn’t take anything into account and went JAZBAATI (emotional). I started to think how to something that would pass as a protest. I thought hard and came to decision that I would polish shoes at Teen Talwar. I will show everyone that I care for my country and in that order I will do something that would be on a personal level. I went to my facebook account and wrote a status of what I was gonna do and how. 

During the time I was standing at Teen Talwaar, I seriously felt that people wanted to do something aswell. I got appreciated, I was abused by two to three people for standing there and wasting my talents and that nothing will happen. But don’t you think by saying that they also want to do something ?? That they are so sick of it that they have lost hope. Well I was standing there and made sure that they see tinge of hope in our people. I stood there for what my fellow Pakistanis who think about everything that is going around them.  They wanted change. They were sick of all the things going around them. One thing I noticed which was common among all of them was being scared. Yes SCARED. Scared of what will others think, scared of what to do? Scared of how to do it, scared of so many other things that they just ignore the fact that they want to do something but couldn’t because of the consequences. 

I was supposed to stand at the place from 10 AM to 5 PM, but the heat took the better out of me. I felt nauseated and couldn’t take it any longer than 1:30. Still I managed to do something against all odds. I did something that really made me think in a calm way as to how to go forward with something like this. I will be doing it again for sure, but this time I will be better prepared. I will come up with something that will be different and will make people think why a person like me who has been gifted by God with almost everything (MASHALLAH), would protest. I  am going to come up with something that I like to do from my own set of skills. I would do something that I like. I would make sure that fellow youth would also get inspired by it and do something about it. 

I will be doing this again for sure. Weather or not I will polish shoes is a different matter, but I will think of something. I will give them food for their thought. I am not saying that I am going to become something which would move millions of people. But even if I am able to move even one person through my efforts it will be something that will surely satisfy my need to do something. It will surely make me a proud Pakistani who can proudly say that I am doing work, I am studying and I am still able to change Pakistan through my efforts without making excuses.  

Today we see almost every body using the famous maps apps offered by various services for check-ins at their favorite places. It has become some what of a status symbol for some and for some just a form of TAFREEH (fun) to check in at their favorite places. 

Last night, i was out at my usual place for tafreeh(fun). My mind was racing about different things from my recent trip to Kashmir to my car that is gone for insurance and is not coming back still after 10 days. Well just then I thought about ALL the BACHAS (boys) and the LARKAS (boys) and the MARDS (men) sitting scattered all over the street at Mohammad Ali Society. Well I started thinking how many of them have checked in at their local Dhabas (local name for tea cafes run by Pathans). This is just outright wrong. We check in at all of the places where we think its cool to check in but we never give a thought about the DHABAS where we sit for hours playing cards, smoking sheesha, drinking the great Pathan Tea and so much more..This is just wrong….

This post is a tribute to all the DHABAS that i have been too and have wasted countless hours discussing flop business ideas and soo many other things that i cant even remember right now….

TO ALL THE PATHAN CAFETERIAS YOU ROCK…..

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Having tea with a friend at a Pathan Dhaba :D

It was just another morning today like no other, the only thing different today was, I have a flu. Well i woke up started grooving on Hangover by Taio Cruz. Well suddenly i realized it was 31st December 2011. OMG its the end of the year :D :D :D…..

Since morning i was planning what i could do in the new year night. PAAARTTYYY, EAATT PIZZAAAA, ORDER KFC, GO TO MOHAMMAD ALI SOCIETY FOR A SHEESHAAA….ALLOOOTT OF THINGS….FRIENDSSSSS YEAAAAAHHH….

But then i thot yaar i should think about completing some unfinished thing that i wanted to do before the end of 2011….OOH yes i started to search what it was…A Facebook information page for tourist in Pakistan…NOOO i will do that later…A picture of the sun….Naaa alot of ppl are doing it…WAT WAT WAT….I just started searching…i thot to make fun of a junior…nooo hav done dat too many times :D…then waatt??? doing something you dont know about can be hard…..

Guess what I did it…a Tumblr account lolzzz….i dont even know wat it is…how it works…i just know i hav to post random information and what i think about my surroundings….my experiences…my pagal pana…my bekaar batein…. i thot of a name given to me by my fellow SZABISTIANS to me and here i go….2011 ended with yet another achievement…i have a blog :D :D :D :D…..

Now i posted some stuff and thot the whole world will start following me :D no they did not :D i hav to work hard for it. HEY world I have information for you….i will share it…i will force it on you :D :D :D….well lets c how this ends up :D…..