Monday, August 12, 2019

Tetris


Watch it and see the various forms it took.


 Sabeen Mahmud wrote a marvellous piece about Tetris.
Here it is for the who haven't read it
(and for those who loved it)








In fact Sabeen even named her first cat 'Tetris'

Sab was thrilled when she got Tetris
Sadly Tetris died very early due to an inherited disease.
I was with Sab when it happened.
Sabeen was devastated.

(Tetris's brother died the next day at the house where she got Tetris)

The first coloured Tetris
After Tetris died many more versions came out.
Some were free, some were pirated.
Some even had more games built into it
that included shooting the shapes.


Now you even have Tetris on your Airplane Games.

The Start Screen
One of the 4 versions on the airplane game
Loads of fun
but not as much as the
THE FIRST COLOURED ONE


Had Sabeen been alive,
I would have given her this new one as a gift.

She would have loved it!

Yes. It's now on my iPhone 7
as a back cover.

There are 99 different games on it that
must be interesting
(including the shooting one)

But I am stuck on the Original Tetris game
on it and I adore it!


Thank you, Tetris, for coming back like this.
You are now on my iPhone forever.


Saturday, July 6, 2019

It's always worth reading while you s••t!

Sorry about the title, but I didn't know what to say.
OK, so you go to s••t at least once a day (more often if you have diarrhoea). You can waste that time with one end of you piling cr•p-on-cr•p … but how about using the other end for reading :) — This is intended for those that don't read: Please put up a shelf or a place to keep books in you toilet.

My toilet (like many of my friends) has a place that has books

Mir, Ghalib, Faiz
So there are three Shaeri books
that are permanently there

&

Then there are always temporary books.



Here are the ones that live on the shelf these days.


I love Short Stories
(who wants to read a whole novel there!)


or pieces that you can randomly browse through.


Graphic Novels are great here. 


This one was a gift from Joe Sacco,
one of my favouritest graphic novelists.
(Thanks, Muneeza, for carrying it back for me)

 •

And one always has books that are favourites
and readable anywhere, anytime.

Mine, at the moment, is


which has become available among old books.
Try Amazon.
The Rape of the A*P*E* (American Puritan Ethic) is the ultimate sex book. It is the hilarious but true story of 27 salacious years of American history - the Sex Revolution - America's longest and hottest war. Allen Sherman: "There is a brief but telling instant when a boy is taking off a girl's underpants, during which she must give her assistance; if she doesn't lift her behind a split second, it is impossible. Ours was a nation of girls who would rather die than openly contribute to their own seduction. It is a tribute to the girls of 1940 that they learned how to lift their asses without seeming to be lifting their asses. Sometimes they did it with a ho-hum and a stretch, pretending to be utterly bored, meanwhile shifting their position just long enough for the expert panty snatcher to do his job. I have witnessed it many times, this fantastic arabesque girls do and every time I am overwhelmed with the sheer creative artistry of it. It belongs among the great moments of ballet.


If you really like small pieces to read,
there's Blinklist, anyway.
It's a superb introduction and a collection
of books that you may love to buy later,
or be happy with the stuff already there.

Here's an example from today's FREE book.



Don't forget that you can read this
(and the following 6-7 pages)
or even have them read out to you.


My request is to please read.


One of the ways that our nation is in a terrible way
is because they don't read.


Some of you may not like to read
… for which I'd first suggest seeing a psychiatrist …
but there is a solution:
is exceptional.

I listen to AudioBooks very frequently and it is great when I am on a long drive (I don't drive, but my wife is the driving force in the house) or in the s••house. If you haven't tried it, go to Audible and try a FREE trial. Or, if you are not into subscribing, look at LoyalBooks and find free audiobooks.

• • •

While I was writing this blogpost a friend turned up
and saw my photographs.

She wanted to see the Metal Bookend and where did I get it.

I showed it to her (she loved it!) and told her that
this was available years ago in Karachi
when we were a slightly more civilised society.


For others, here it is




(Remember toilets with a chain and cistern above your heads)

• • •

Sad for me was the fact that
Sabeen wanted it to be given to her after I die.

I wrote this on its bottom and shared it with Ragni Marea.


How awful that she was assassinated.
We all miss you, Sab.

Immensely.


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.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

A dozen years when you started this …

… so here's a happy birthday to PN/T2F


I should have gone there to wish it a Happy Birthday but I was not invited … Of course people are not 'generally' invited here, but this time they were.

Which explains things, too.

After all it was a celebration where people who hated the others for what had been done to them (from removal at their official capacity to the event where they were forced out without reasons) were now in smiling glee with those people. What could I have done there? It's hardly good form to bring that up in a crowd. Or even otherwise.

Wish you were here to have a great day, Sabeen.



Saturday, January 5, 2019

Lutfullah Khan Sahab


Lutfullah Sahab and his favourite Revox
I met Lutfullah Sahab (LS) in 1964 when I was a Merchant Navy sailor. He was a friend of my Phupa, Shah Mujtaba Husain, and visited my maternal uncle (who lived with me) frequently. My Khalü, Asad Ali Sahab was a great lover of music, and had one of the finest collections of old 78RPM Records..

LS was a great collector of records, mushaerahs, and also of many things that he taped himself, specially musicians and poets. Once I asked him why he had never taped Ustad Munshi Raziuddin and he said “He pronounces his Qaaf so badly, like vomit, that I never taped him”.

LS was, as many may know, also a great photographer. His photographs were kept in a series of cupboards that he had made. I once met him on a plane to Lahore where he was going to shoot a flower which only blossomed once a year. He was going to wait near it and snap it a the peak of its bloom.

I used to visit him often at his house near Gul-e-Rana Club. I loved listening to the brilliant collection he had built … and adored the detailed catalogues that he maintained. There was also a Light Arrangement that was mounted on the wall. It was most amazing to watch the lights play around on it in time with the music. This was way before the usual Laser Lights we see now.

Among his large collection of 78RPM records he had taped, almost all belonged to my Uncle, Asad Ali, and to me. He spent hours cleaning them and playing them as best as he could. I think it was the work of a genius.

When I was at sea he used to find out when I was coming back and came to the house the day I arrived. I used to have 20 to 30 LPs that I bought outside Pakistan and he'd always say don't play them until I have taped them myself. He'd borrow those and tape them and then return them to me because he wanted to play and record them the first time.

LS used to wonder how he’d shift these and his other collections  (and there were loads that he collected) to another house. But he finally did, and it was a treat to see.

Sadly, while he had a wonderful collection, he was rather poor at sharing things, even if they were borrowed stuff. I remember a tape of Jafri Mamooñ (S M Jafri  our humorous poet) that I had recorded and he copied it. When my tape got destroyed and I asked him for a copy, he said “that's mine now and I don't ever share it with others”. This really shocked me specially since a lot of his record collection was partly ours. But I did respect him for the work he did. Always. Even this idiosyncrasy never took away my love for him.

When Rashid (Bhai) Latif Ansari Sahab came from Canada and went to see him, LS said he had an LP that he owned but didn't have a cover. Could Rashid Bhai get it from somewhere. Rashid Bhai said that I have the LP and he will ask me. LS said 'Don't tell Zaheer it's for me'. Rather strange, because I would have happily given it to him. Rashid Bhai phoned me and asked me if I have a fight with him. Of course not, I said. He said to send LS the cover but he should not know that it was mine … and laughed. In fact I finally posted it to his wife, Zahida Bhabi, and said just give it to him but don't mention my name :)

LS wanted to sell his collection to Libraries in USA but there were some problems and it never got through. There was a person in Karachi — whom I won't name — among many others who wanted to purchase the lot and set it up as a Lutfullah Library. Sabeen Mahmud asked LS as to why he hadn’t given it to that really famous person, and LS said “I will never give it to a jaahil ādmi”.

Recently it has been great to see that Mohammad Khursheed Abdullah has had an arrangement with his family and is releasing some of his tapes on YouTube. Its so wonderful to see and hear some of the old poets on his postings.

I hope we will see the entire collection somewhere. Perhaps our Government can buy it and set it up as Lutfullah Library. It is a remarkable collection of poetry, prose, music and more.

Monday, December 31, 2018

The pain lasts forever!

ستارہ، چاند، تتلی، پھول، شبنم، چاندنی، جگنو
اداسی میں کوئ شےٴ خوشنما اچھی نہیں لگتی