my morale is not shaken nor broken yet.

and i am getting on and on and on....

good it is , indeed, that the dilemma of the pakistani brothers had been portrayed in the movie so beautifully... their mindless rejection of their heritage and all. hope more enlightenment and unbiased knowledge of history would erase off atleast some portion of the general mistrust and apathy that generated in the last 60 years' history of this subcontinent.

if movies like "khuda ke liye" made a sincere attempt to improve this mutual hatred, the directors of such movies must understand their need to be more precise and clean-cut rather than subtle. the regular audience of these two countries must get the hang of the real point without cudgeling their heads too hard!!!

has today's Pakistan conveniently forgotten the true facts of the history of pre-independence INDIA? how can they deny that they(read post -partion pakistanis) themselves are a part of the history of this land and in '47 they only snached up one piece of fertile geography which was one arm of india? do they really teach history in pakistan ? if they do, then what sort of distortion it contains?

friends, no offence please...but take a good look at KHUDA KE LIYE to read this historical blunder being grandly uttered by its protagonist Mansoor. being questioned by an american girl (whoh hasn't heard of pakistan) about the exact location of his country pakistan on the world atlas, he fishes out french fries from the lunch box to locate iran, afghanistan, china, india and pakistan so labourously! not a very smart tactic on his part. he couldn't simply said that it is india's neighbour.

why? is there any harm in being a friendly neighbour? what's the mental block? atleast every educated man who can read a newspaper knows india, if not much about it.

when the american girl further exclaims that she knows india and the taj mahal, mansoor's stupendous temerity reaches its climax. unable to gulp down her excitementabout india, he claims that "we" (he actually said "we, muslims") ruled india for a thousand years and we built the taj mahal!!! "we" pakistanis? "we" muslims? are the indian muslims living in india today (who are as proud of their indianness as any other indian) all bastards? who answers that, mr. mansoor? and where does that 1000 year count come from? muslims "ruled" india? what sort of stupid faux pas is that? india's multi-cultural character was never lost, religiously, politically philosophically! where do you start from mohammed ghouri, mahmud, babur?

what's worst is the fact that mr mansoor is labelled in the movie as a progressive educated upper-class pakistani muslim. how can he afford to be so wrong in history? is the education system of pakistan today teaching its hollow headed brats like mansoor those concocted lies as history? AND, till the end of the movie, mansoor keeps his tall claim of loving america!!! what an irony for a hero who is ignorant of his own heritage!

when would our pakistani brothers grow up, khuda ke liye?

Sometimes you let pass

Your last train to freedom

And you hear

A passionate song of being no one.

You, one lonesome passer,

In your journey to nowhere,

Scuttle for a cancelled waiting

Grieving the fate of

Letting pass this and that.

The departing train's

Blowing whistle

Blurs your road

To freedom

To love

To security

To the travelogue called life.

what to say. how to express.

to write or not to write.

what about them?

is it that green dragon called sexuality?

is it only a kiss or some contact somewhere or a thing much denser and tangled in the brain?

why do we sometimes fall for the ones we actually should hate?

hate is a strong passion in the heart, like love ... perhaps.

it consumes us without letting us know.

where are you dear, are you listening to me?

what am i believing?

that the sun can shine one day? yes may be. for a mother it's a huge task to get their children stand on their own feet. atleast some good should come out of century-long sacrifices.it pains so much to read in the news that one mother drowned her two lovely girls for the only reason that they were born girls!!! may god have mercy on them.

back to my own "deep down inside"-

at times the fingers and toes burn. the olden golden time calls back and beckons to sit by its side...to hold its right hand in my own...to rest my trouble-ridden head on the shoulder of security...uhh! a touch of love and care could have been so good for my gradually slowing pulse rate.

may be the dark is lingering in the air too much this night? why does a day seem night? why?

why does a smack generate multiple pimples on the face instead of black scars sometimes?

my hubby's once- a -month smacking and hitting and bashing and boxing can finally be exposed here.

secretely.

happy life to all.

mine is screwed for all time to come.