Showing posts with label Silence. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 21, 2021

Beanz Meanderings 2008

Come all ye faithful

Sunday, January 13th, 2008

It’s that time of year again. The first banner has been spotted by spies hovering about Moscone Center in San Francisco. In a new identity typeface (Myriad Pro Light), Steve says:


2008. There’s something in the air.


SAVE THE DATE:

Steve Jobs Live at Macworld

Tuesday 15th January, 2008

5:00 pm GMT | 10:00 pm PST

Major Mac sites and Engadget will live blog the SteveNote. Tune in …

Karachi

Thursday, January 17th, 2008



Irritants!


















Friday, May 16th, 2008

THIS WEEK’S IRRITANTS

- Snap.com popups on WordPress blogs (yes, I know they can be turned off)

- Humourless activists

- People who confirm their attendance on Facebook and then don’t show up

- All flavours of Windows (eternal irritant)

- Pontificating academics

- KMB commentors

- People who can’t stand upright without leaning on walls

- Shitty microphones

- Accountants

- Retired army officers

- DHA surveyors 

Upcoming diatribes:

1. The fashion industry and the manufacture of insecurity

2. The advertising industry’s appropriation of aspirational language



Insanely Thrilled

Tuesday, May 6th, 2008

Cheesy as it may sound, today is one of the happiest days of my life. 

After saving pennies for a year, I got my insanely great Mac Plus in 1990, from Solutions Unlimited. It had an 8 MHz processor, 1 MB of RAM, and a single floppy disk drive. No hard disk! I learnt everything I know about the Mac OS on that Mac Plus, using a single 800K floppy disk. One disk for System 6 and the apps (MacPaint, MacDraw, MacWrite) and another disk for saving data. Pity today’s brats born into a world of terabyte storage – you’ll never know the joys of infinite disk swapping! Or the sweet, sweet sounds of Quack and Sosumi. 

Anyway, after a couple of years, I traded in my Mac Plus for the finest Mac e.v.e.r. made – the Mac SE. Many tears were shed but the uber coolness of the SE and the awesomest keyboard and mouse Apple ever shipped, made it okay – after a while. 

Since then, I have used and owned dozens of Macs – my current computer is a 15″ MacBook Pro. It runs Leopard, has gigabytes of hard disk space, a DVD burner, an aluminum exterior, a glossy screen, a built-in iSight camera, blah, blah, blah. It’s a fantastic Mac and I adore it. 

BUT … nothing can compare to the original ‘computer for the rest of us’.

My Mac Plus was never resold by Solutions Unlimited. For a decade and a half, it travelled from one office storage cabinet to another, and finally ended up in Zak and Nuz’s kothri where it rested in dignity for 10 years.

Today, the 6th of May 2008, after 16 years, I have been reunited with the Mac Plus that changed my life. 

I can’t stop the tears. 

And now, off I go to polish my beautiful Mac Plus back to its original lustre.


Nazo’s Gone :(

Sunday, August 10th, 2008


























The Great “New Facebook” Controversy

Monday, September 15th, 2008

When I first started using Facebook in mid-2007, I wrote a few posts about its user interface, aesthetics, and its privacy policy, here, here, and here

Design is much, much more than making things line up – but sadly, not enough people get that. What is most interesting and intriguing about Facebook today, well, to me, is how passionately and intensely people are reacting to v2.0. For a lot of avid Facebookers, www.new.facebook.com represents everything that is wrong and evil in the world. Almost all my “friends” unequivocally HATE the new layout and interface design choices made by Zuckerberg and Co in an attempt to improve overall user experience. 

All my Facebook angst aside, it is simply unbelievable that a web application can get people, most of whom have nothing to do with design and technology, to react to a new layout with such fervour. It is irrelevant that most people don’t like the new Facebook. What is stupendous is the discourse surrounding it. I am just blown away, and as a UI/UX practioner, am thrilled that people have such strong ownership of a site and its design. 

Facebook is a giant ecosystem and it’s very, very brave of the company to have made such bold changes in a relatively short time period. They are wildly successful and didn’t haveto undertake such a major revamp. Change is very hard to digest and it takes nerves of steel and a lot of guts to pull off something like this. So, hats off to you guys!


EuroTweets 03

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

EuroTweets – Part 3 (top_down!)

6th September 2008

2:10 am: Stranded in Hamar! The first train to Oslo is at 5:12 am. No buses, no taxis, lots of drunken sods. I remind myself that I came here for a higher purpose. Yeaaaah, I don’t need self-help books to cope with trying situations 

There are about 50 people waiting for taxis. Finding safety in numbers, I sit down near the taxi stand, repeating various combinations of the following, “I am not cold. I am not scared. I am not hungry. I am not tired. So what if I don’t have a phone. I will make it back to Oslo in time to catch the ship to Copenhagen. Etc”. 

This tactic worked for about 15 minutes. I am now officially cold and scared and not entirely sure why the only BST track that comes to mind right now is “And When I Die …”

I set off in search of a hotel.

2:30 am: The lady at the front desk of the first hotel I spotted commiserates but says she is not authorized to allow me to sit in the empty hotel lobby. All the hotel restaurants are closed so that’s not an option either. She says she understands my plight and feels very sorry for me. So I ask her to take some action – you know, “NOW is the time for all good men to come to the aid of …” Finally she relents and says, OK, you can sit. Whew!! So, I park myself down, exhausted but utterly relieved. Armed with a Telenor wifi scratch card and an iPod touch, I spend an hour connected to an infinitely safer world. 

I suddenly remember I don’t have a ticket and am not sure if they can be purchased on the train. Panic sets in. The Norwegian Railways site states that the Hamar station will open at 7:45 am so that’s not an option. Kiosks, however, are available 24/7. 

4:45 am: I thank the young lady profusely for giving me shelter in a time of great need and head back to the station in search of a kiosk. 

4:59 am: Frozen stiff and ticketless. Payment by credit card requires the entry of a PIN and none of my cards are coming through and this retarded kiosk won’t accept cash.

5:02 am: Signs of life. An elderly couple arrives. We talk about politics, technology, and music. They assure me that tickets can be purchased on the train. 

5:20 am: The train is late. It’s an overnight train coming in from the North and threatens to be full. 

5:30 am: Finally aboard. I manage to find a seat. The conductor walks right by me. I am the only new person in the cabin and everyone else is fast asleep. Hmmm … I toy seriously with the idea of committing my first crime. To date, I have never stolen so much as chewing gum or even sugar on an airplane. I tell myself it’s the conductor’s responsibility to be vigilant and check tickets. If he hasn’t spotted me, that’s his problem. Haven’t I been through enough. Norway is a rich country. 225 kroner isn’t going to bring NSB down. Etc. 

When he passed by me, again, I turned around and tapped him. Handed over the 225 kroner and lost all faith in my potential to not do the right thing. LOSER. 

7:00 am: The train pulls into Oslo S. I have made it. I race back to the hotel with bloodshot eyes, pack my suitcase, take a shower, chat with everyone on Skype, and head downstairs for breakfast. Whew. I walk past Sacha, the FK chief in Asia, and feel like an errant child who bunked a whole day of school. He always looks stern, there’s nothing special about today. I console myself. 

9:15 am: Checked out. Waiting to board the bus that will take us to Oslo Harbour. 


EuroTweets 02

Monday, September 8th, 2008

EuroTweets – Part 2 (top_down!)

5th September 2008

4:00 pm: About to put my grand plan into action. Sneaking out of the hotel now to embark on a mad journey to see one of my favourite bands. The train is at 5:25 pm and it’s a 10 minute walk to the train station. OK OK, so I’m excited and a bit nervous.

5:25 pm: The train never came. So, I went downstairs to inqurie and the gentleman at the counter said, “Madame, I am afraid the train is very, very delayed”. As a South Asian, where being late is a fashion statement and a national characteristic, I thought, there goes my concert!! He then went on to say, “the train will now depart at 5:41 pm.” I nearly burst out laughing but he looked so solemn and grave that I resisted. 

7:30 pm: Have arrived in Hamar, a quaint little town in Norway. Population: 30,000. Now headed to Strandgateparken, a 10 minute walk from the train station. 

8:00 pm: Listening to a bonus blues band, Big Rooney and the Doghouse. Everyone quaffing beer like it’s going out of style. The Rooney’s are great fun and the bass player is fantastic.

9:00 pm – 11:55 pm: Waiting and waiting for the other two bands to wrap up. BST will be on at midnight. It’s an absolute pleasure to be in an arena where the sound setup is phenomenal. The guys are professional, concerned, running around all over getting everything just right. And you can tell that the sound is awesome when the music hits you right where it matters. 

11:55: BST guitarist, pianist, and drummer up on stage, doing sound checks.

6th September 2008


12:10 am: AND THEY’RE ON!!











Like medicine baby, you’re good for me

Like honey, darlin’ girl, I know you’re sweet to me

Each passing day, brings us much closer together

And the love you bring me darlin’, just gets better and better …

BST has kicked off the show with More and More.

WOOT!! They’re super. 

Steve Katz, the founding father of BST has been reunited with the band after 35 years. He’s singing Sometimes in Winter, one of my all-time BST faves. I am not bleeding or sweating but tears are being shed. Wow. This is overwhelming.

They’re singing all the hits:

I Can’t Quit Her, I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know, Got To Get You Into My Life, And When I Die, Hi-De-Ho , Lucretia Mac Evil, Spinning Wheel, God Bless the Child …

Some new stuff too, mostly jazz/rock instrumentals. Fabulous.

And the grand finale … You’ve Made Me So Very Happy!

I was in the centre of the front row – a couple of feet away from the stage – went nuts singing and dancing. Just too good to be true.

Will write more on BST later …

The concert ended at 2:00 am. Made my way back to the station to discover that it was closed. So, there I was, in a strange, very cold town, surrounded by drunken men, and no way to get back to Oslo. 

More later … 



EuroTweets 01

Friday, September 5th, 2008

EuroTweets – Part 1 (read from the bottom up)

5th September 2008

11:00 am: 9 hours to go for the Blood, Sweat and Tears concert. BST started out in Greenwich Village, New York in 1968 and was the first band to combine rock with jazz. This is a dream come true. Norway has been very lucky for me. When I was here in 2006, I managed to catch HAIR – TheTribal Love/Rock Musical in Oslo. Getting into the show was an amazing experience in itself. And now, 2 years later, BST is performing in Hamar, 90 minutes from Oslo by train. Thanks to Google, Google Maps and Google Translate, I have a one way train ticket and a ticket to the show. I do not however, have a ticket to get back to Oslo. So … I am considering applying for a job as BST Groupie and not coming back to Pakistan. 

10:15 am: Varun Vidyarthi is now speaking on Dialogue for Sustainable Change. Interesting model for self-development in villages.

9:30 am: Any Member of Parliament can nominate an individual for the Nobel Peace Prize. The Norwegian Nobel Institute does not “approve” these nominations. As the President of the United States has plenty of buddies in Congress, I now understand why George Bush has been nominated for the Peace Prize 5 years in a row. Each year, when the news breaks, the Director receives 200+ messages that all begin with “YOU IDIOT …”

9:00 am: Thought I’d be bored to tears, but the Nobel Institute Director was edgy, witty, and very sharp. 

8:45 am: “Can the Nobel Peace Prize Bring Peace in the World?” Short answer: NO!

8:30 am: Listening to a talk by the Director of the Norwegian Nobel Institute, Prof. Geir Lundestad.

7:00 am: Dying for proper coffee. Instant coffee is punishment for one’s sins.

4th September 2008

10:30 pm: Baah. They gave us dinner at 5:00 pm!!!! Going out in search of a jazz bar. 

10:00 pm: Heard “now that you’re gone” by Sheryl Crow in Olso Central Station. The chorus is excellent, listening to it now on songza.com (built by Aza Raskin). Aza is now working on “Ubiquity” – an experiment in connecting the web with language, kinda like AppleScript … Aza is Jef Raskin’s son. Contrary to what Steve will have you believe, Jef is the father of the Macintosh. 

9:00 pm: Met some great people from Zambia, Zimbabwe and Kenya. They’re all so clued in to the circus that is pakistani politics. 

8:00 pm: Wondering whether to bunk the lecture series tomorrow. Disappointed by the shenanigans of the development world. FK may well get swallowed up by Norad. The games continue … 

7:30 pm: Listened to a lot of world-famous fiddlers and violinists today. Even a didgeridoo player. One thing that struck me about Rome was the refreshing lack of big brands and conspicuous consumerism. 

6:30 pm: I do not like Norwegian food. I want noodles and squid. 

5:00 pm: Got my ticket for the Blood, Sweat, and Tears show  Can’t believe i am going to a “real” concert. 

2:30 pm: Listening to Nobel Laureate, Muhammad Yunus at Oslo City Hall. Yunus is talking about the Grameen alliance with Danone and the power of social business. 

9:00 am: FK International Advisory Council Meeting 2008 declared open. 350 participants from every continent. Talks and Music …

3rd September 2008

5:00 pm: They told us it was a 03-05 minute easy walk from NationalTheater station to the Radisson Hotel. They lied. Had to walk through a park with hills to get there, luggage and all. 

4:00 pm: After much ado, have landed in cold, rainy Oslo. Am hungry and exhausted and fed up of cold sandwiches that taste of nothing. 

9:20 am: Had a gorgeous doppio espresso – of all places in a chinese café. Paid for coffee for the first time in 16 months. Humph! 

9:00 am: No time to discover Rome by day. Now headed to Termini to catch a train to the airport. 

2nd September 2008

11:55 pm: We’ve decided it’s ok to skewer people who read self-help books and think “The Secret” is the answer. 42 has always been the only answer.

11:45 pm: From guerilla information architecture to politics, we’re all talked out now.

11:30 pm: It’s late but the conversation is good – as are the after-dinner digestive aids!

10:45 pm: Andi is providing deep insights, uhh, gossip, about the Mona Lisa – makes you think twice about art restoration. 

10:18 pm: Andi and I are launching “The Anti-Motivational-Speaker Movement”. Positions open.

10:00 pm: Enchanted by Roman waiters, balconies, and alleyways.

9:30 pm: Icecream digested. Trying to decide whether to have more icecream for dinner. Decided on pizza. In high spirits!

9:00 pm: Getting a quick intro to Rome; culture, politics, media, history, current affairs, courtesy new friend and tour guide, Andi Shiraz.

8:30 pm: Italian icecream is a spiritual experience. Settled for chocolate orange and mint. Tasted banana and coconut. Divine.

8:00 pm: Going wild with desire in an Italian gelato parlor. Can’t choose. Want at least 22 scoops of icecream.

4:00 pm: Saw most of Rome from the 8th floor terrace of the FAO/UN offices. Exhausted after being up for 36 hours. Choosing icecream over sight-seeing.


Hmmm …

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

I’m wondering about a few things, in no particular order:

1. What makes people hit the “Attending” radio button on Facebook Events when they don’t intend to show up or aren’t sure if they can/will show up? Do they not see the “Maybe Attending” option? Is this a “usability” issue or is it an “I’m an asshole” issue? 

2. What makes Pakistanis immune to basic norms of decency and courtesy when they’re at public performances? What dots can’t they connect?

3. Why aren’t a large number of investment bankers and CEOs in jail? 

4. Why can’t people figure out that Sri Sri Ravi Shankar and countless others like him are a farce/sham/scam? 

5. Why are plumbers and programmers such %%^&!@#$$?

6. Why do some people profess great love and call only when they need something?

7. Should I come out and say what I feel and risk a conflict situation?

8. Why is humility in such short supply?

9. Will it work out or is this the beginning of the end?



Thursday, May 14, 2020

NR-NP

The Bull Shit T-Shirt
Often seen, whether in petty cafés or expensive T-Shirts, this is a sign that I really hate. Had there been a sign that said No Murders, people would have said "Why not? After all they do happen. We'd like to discuss them, too." People are still discussing PM Liaquat Ali Khan's murder and new evidence keeps coming out.

I agree. In fact even a "No Shit Talk, Please" would also be stupid. Shit (Talks or real Shit) happens all the time. So we should be able to talk about it.

Religion and Politics? YES. They happen. Most times much more than the above examples.
Except that in the second part I do have to make a comment on real shit. It does happen more often if there is a Dastāngoi (not Dāstāngoi, Fawad!) going on … but that is rare.
So why should we not talk about these two things that people have different views about. Or share similar views. Or want to understand the opposite ideas and discuss them?

Some people say that it could lead to Violence.
Hmmm. Really?

Think of Sports. Football, for example. Happy crowds, shouting and jumping at every goal and the goalkeepers triumphs. Then read this.
May 24, 1964 - Estadio Nacional disaster - 328 died and 500 injured during match between Argentina and Peru when referee disallowed a goal scored at last minute which ignited crowd protest. Police fired tear gas into the crowd, causing a panic and a rush for the exits at National Stadium. 
The other day I saw in the paper that two friends finished their friendly tea at a chai-khāna. The waiter arrived and each of them wanted to pay. One got really upset in the argument and finally killed the other with a knife. No Chai at Chai Khānas, then …

And it's just not us this side of the world that's plain crazy. As I said, it happens everywhere. Even in USA (where things can get worse, really).


My own interest in Politics (apart from some family connections) is very little. I am more interested in what probably affects humanity at large, whether it's Sapiens or Covid-19 (Please check these links). There is an occasional look at local news every few days. They all seem the same these days, anyway.

However, Religion plays an important part for me. I read a lot about it as all religions seem equally important. After all to understand what happened we need to know who the gods were at different periods of history. What were Myths? Was there any truth? What about monotheistic religions (including Zoroaster's ideas)? What about the differences between them? What about the old and some still existing religious beliefs in parts of Africa or among the American Indians? What about Bishop Spong's views. What about our own sectarian differences? And can Science and Religion work together? This is all so fascinating. 

I also need to understand when reading Literature what certain names mean. It is important to know that who was Achilles, Samson, Zeus, Hercules, Rama and Ganesh. Was Mary Magdalene the person that the Church told us about (or was she married to Jesus Christ). Who was Lilith, considered by a small few to be Adam's first wife. This is supported indirectly by Genesis 1:27 and Genesis 2:15-25. These people believe that it says Adam had two wives.


Why did I write this piece at all?

Well a friend's group on What's App (which I had started) became insistent that there'd be 'No Religion' on our links coz some get offended by it as there are people of all sects. Obviously there was no such law, but many started supporting it. The fact that on every few days (and increasing in intensity) they'd  have religious posts that they loved. This did not say 'No Religion' to them.

On one day a dear friend of mine said something and another dear friend got offended. I thought this was shitty beyond belief. They have both been close friends since 1957, and there wasn't even enough 'tolerance' (to say the least) for it to be forgotten … so I left the group and am happy that I can correspond with each of them separately.

Cheers!



Thursday, October 3, 2019

After 'After Sabeen'

Conversations with music in the background, a MacBook Pro on the cushion,
books and films around her, a cup of black coffee in her hand …
and uncontrollable laughter.

To those three who asked me why I was not in the film

1. Films are made by people who may or may not have known Sabeen during her life. 
2. It is up to the film-makers to decide who should or should not be in the film.
3. Film-makers also ask Sabeen's family as to who they should interview, specially if they did not know who they should include in the film. In this case the videographers were staying at Sabeen's mother Mahenaz/Mimi's house so she had to tell her who to include or not. The right obviously belongs to her. 
4. I was told by a common friend that the film was being made and I was not going to be in it because Mimi had given a list of who should be included. My name was not in the list. Which is fine, as far as I am concerned.

The Re-Writing of History is quite another matter

1. This is generally done where Governments (or the Victors in a war) have a different view than what the facts really were, or seemed to them to be very different. They must be seen to show their own viewpoint. This is always done in our history.
2. Sometimes Trauma of a major event removes the actual memory and forces to add new things over time.
3. Quite often one doesn't want all the facts to be added because they are unimportant in a video or writing that has a limited space and is already filled with similar stories.
4.  In After Sabeen another thing happens. Because you want to avoid some names and choose words like 'he' or 'X' and re-write history, it is ridiculous because people who see it for the first time do not understand the full story as it happened, or since they've heard or read other reports that say other things, they are confused. 

So here it goes, just in case someone wants to know. I'll keep it as short as possible …


Sab had been coming every day or every two days and called me downstairs in her car and we'd have a few words ... but she left quickly as she was so tied up in her team's work and her own for Dil Phaink in UK.

 On 24th April 2015 she walked into my room and said that she would sit for a few minutes and talk so that I wouldn't complain about her short visits.

We talked and the talks went on for hours. We discussed her college. Her friends. Some books. And then I asked her if she'd had any threats about the program that Moneeza was going to run in the evening. (She had said earlier that she was too busy and Moneeza would handle it all, which she did.) She said she'd had no threats at all. I said to her that neither Mimi nor I would object to it and she can go right ahead, but can we call Fahim Zaman so he could put a couple of people outside. She said "let's not call him for he's bound to say don't do this for a while and I think it should happen. After all T2F has done this for days earlier and we really had no problems or sorted them out by asking the objectors to come, too." (This is not verbatim but how I recall it in meaning.)

Fahim Zaman, once the Mayor of Karachi, had been a very close friend of Sab and her mother, as well as me. In fact after Sab's assassination he was constantly around and helped a lot with many things that happened after her death, some that we could not have done without him. To say that she wouldn't talk to Mr. X was a really bad spot in the movie. I think it would have been much easier if that sentence had been left out.

Of course I met her again in the afternoon at T2F  and we spoke for minutes until she said, "I must complete the Dil Phaink work now." Oh how the memories of that day haunt me constantly. 

At the event I also saw Mimi and spoke to Sab when she came down for a few minutes in the middle of the event. We felt that that part of the event was getting really stupid. In fact Sab said "Look at Amma, she's got her hands around her head."

When the program ended Sab and Mimi went out and then left (no point in talking about what the delays were, here.) She was driving, Mimi was in the passenger seat and the driver was at the back. Nuzhat driving our car was right behind her and I was in the passenger seat. When we reached the chaorāha I waived to them and turned left to go to dinner. Nuzhat asked my why they didn't come and I said she was going to drop Mimi and head for a party at Raania Durrani's house. (This was not mentioned in the film but it seemed to mention to two people that she was going to meet Marvi at her place.) 

We had travelled three houses when I got a call from Mimi saying they'd been shot. We travelled in a crowded road until we could find a place to turn back and head here. There was no one there as we arrived, so I called Mimi and she said she was taking Sab to NMC so we headed that way.

I called Marvi and said get to NMC right away. Marvi was in her car, I think. She seemed to have a cold. I said get there fast; Sab has been shot. In the film Marvi says that she was waiting for Sab to come at 8 and it had been 9 already. I wish she had called her, though.

Marvi said some friend called her (not that there were any other friends who knew then that Sab had been shot!) and omitted my name. Quite understable if you don't want to use my name, Marvi.

When we knew that Sab was dead (and had died in a second according to the doctors), Mimi had not been informed. Nuzhat had to rush her to AKU because there were 2 bullets in her, too. (One is still there since it would have been difficult to remove it without more risks.)

Marvi arrived as I was waiting in the passageway at NMC (I am not sure whether it was before Nuzhat left with Mimi or they were still there.) The first thing she said to me was "Is Sabeen OK now?". I held her and said "Sab is dead, Marvi". She cried and then left me to go see Sab. This is where Trauma happens to change the fact. She says she found out that Sab was dead when she saw her — forgetting that she had already been told about it minutes or so earlier.

 At one point Marvi does mention my name (a slight mistake?) and it is translated as Zac on the screen instead of my initials that everyone calls me: ZAK.

• 

Was Sab as amazing as the film shows?

Yes.
YES.
YES!

Why was she like this has, of course, much to do with her. But it would not have been possible with a different set of parents, I think.

Her father, Tallat Mahmud, was amazing in many ways and taught her much of her independence and helped it along. Her love of Advertising, her playing wonderful cricket which she played in the streets with servant's children and friends, her amazingly great driving abilities, her looking hard at everything, understanding it, and trying it perfectly right the first time, her ability to do whatever she wanted at anytime — all this came from him.

But much more than her father, Mimi was responsible. If Sab wanted to do something and Mimi didn't like it, she may have told Sab ... but let Sab decide to go ahead and do it. I have heard of so much of this from Sab and have heard Mimi mention this. I have seen Sab grow up from 14 to the day she was brutally killed and can recall many things that Mimi may not have wanted her to do but I never saw her stop Sab from doing. Even at T2F Sab discussed things with her mother but went ahead often and did things she really wanted to do.


Three days later:
Here are some comments I got on this!

https://aurora.dawn.com/news/1141129


An article by Qasim in Aurora quoted by Semyne Ahmed



Sumera


Intellectual dishonesty/apathy is a thing! For as long as I have known you, (I think it was earlier than 2005)

I have seen you & sabeen as one people. Always together. For a long time I thought she was your daughter!!!! I remember the birth of first peace niche, the sittings at your house before it. The wide eyed people around, I have always found you to be a very open inviting facilitating person even though you & I met through my random blogging, and after I stopped writing & deleted it, you would still invite me to your house & qawallis. You & nuzhat aunty have always taken outsiders even isolated people into your comforting fold and sabeen is an example of that. I really hate this country & it’s wretched people sometimes & today after reading your post I feel it one of those days & reasons to do so even more!!!

I am very angry! I hope I haven’t offended you!

Lots of love to you and nuzhat Aunty



Asmaa


And still after all this time , the Sun never says to the Earth “you owe me” look what happens with a love like that ; it lights the Whole sky...

Haféz.

I read the piece about after sabeen and felt like dedicating this quote to u.


Zak we all know Sabeen would’ve never approved of this but Duniya ka style aisay hee hai


Adnaan


I can’t account for you being omitted from her life and death. It’s implausible to even suggest that you had no hand in her life. You were her mentor and her mental solace. That relationship was a constant for you in so many formats.


You cannot edit truth. You can mould it to suit your needs. But the truth remains. You both had a magical relationship.


Zaheer


I am not in pain at all because I was not in the film. I think her mother has every right to decide that. It doesn't take me out of Sab's life or her from mine. My reason was to put things right about the re-writing because that relinks the story in different ways.


Jamal


Her story without ZAK  is incomplete ... half told truth is a lie.. irony is that no one would benefit from it .. 😞

Thursday, June 20, 2019

It's her birthday today …

Sabeen Mahmud

20th June 1974 — 24th April 2015


Sabeen writes her name
Faiz Ahmad Faiz,
a poet that she adored




With a picture of Eqbal Ahmed
a person she admired a lot

She laughed at everything …
… and cried at this!


'Meanderings' was her blog (2003-2007)

They loved each other …
… as did we all love her!
She gave us her greatest gift

and made everyone go crazy about her favourite meal: Aaloo Bun Kabab
Loved Arts and the Artistes
 as well as conversation, music, and books!
And Apple, too.

These were the last two pictures I took of her on the day she was assassinated
1. Announcing the event
2. Closing the event



She was not part of the Baluchistan event at all
but was busy working for
'Dil Phaink'
which she couldn't see in London
but where people loved it and loved her ideas.

This is how I felt at her assassination

Curly lines crossed my mind
Red blotches of her blood were everywhere I looked

The Green showed that there was enough life
in her dead body
that we all looked up to and hopefully will follow.

This is at the square in DHA where she was shot!

She was Herald's Person of the Year

Pakistan Chowk has a bench named after her

Sabeen, you are alive in all our hearts.