This is not an explanation. This is a genuine worry I have.
Welcome to Pakistan: The country where the Jaws Music Theme is playing for everyone, all the time.
Theme by nostrich.
28th May 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
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Chaghi.
Nuclear tests and nuclear armament means little or nothing when:
- You still haven’t been able to eradicate polio from your country.
- Your can’t produce enough electricity to meet the growing demand.
- The rich/poor divide is growing by the second.
- There are no adequate healthcare facilities for poor people outside big cities.
- There is no inter-faith social dialogue to understand, accept and be proud of the country’s ethno-religious and linguistic plurality.
- Your education system is flawed at the bottom and corrupt at the top.
- Your judiciary is more fixated upon banning Shezan juice from its bar canteens instead of convicting, let’s say, people who rape and maim women.
- Women are raped and maimed and law enforcement does little or nothing about it.
And other stuff.
Pakistan is a brilliant country, still full of potential and promises despite what the likes of Washington Post will have you believing. But celebrating Nuclear Armament is like celebrating your own eventual but certain doom.
The asteroids got the dinosaurs. We’ll get ourselves with our bombs.
Evolution was perhaps kinder to the giant lizards after all.
28th May 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
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That time of the year again.
I loathe Pakistan’s English fiction writers mentioning mangoes in their books to generally describe summers in Pakistan, but I also admit that summer is never complete without them.
Looking forward to making aam ki chutney, aam ka murrabba, aam ka achaar, aam ka squash, aam ki lassi and, well, some mango salsa.
11th May 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
A tribute to shameless dance, featuring my family.
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10th May 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
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‘I made you rest on a royal bed, you reclined on a couch at my left hand, the princes of the earth kissed your feet. I will cause all the people of Uruk to weep over you and raise the dirge of the dead. The joyful people will stoop with sorrow; and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion.’
28th March 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
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#1. The Murderous Big Cat Gang of India
The Time: 1907 to 1938
The Place: The Indian subcontinent
For a brief period in modern history (about 1907 to 1938), nature tried to stage one last hurrah against humanity by unleashing a bizarrely coordinated assault by the big cats of India. Among them were the Leopard of the Central Provinces, the Leopard of Rudraprayag, the Leopard of Panar, the Champawat Tiger, the Thak man-eater and the Tigers of Chowgarh. All of these predators went batshit banana sandwich crazy at roughly the same time, suggesting some cosmic alignment or contagious insanity or maybe just something in the freaking water. Whatever the cause, these cats all shared a sudden, mighty need for man flesh.
We’ve all been there. Although usually after two tabs of Ex and a foot-long margarita.
The Champawat Tiger alone was responsible for 436 documented deaths in Nepal and Himalayan India, which, for those of you keeping track, is more than any human serial killer in modern history.
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“You call that murdering and eating people, Dahmer?”
This cat attacked during the day, while the Leopard of Rudraprayag attacked at night, sometimes busting down the doors of its victims like goddamned Leatherface and dragging them screaming into the darkness. All told, more than 1,200 men, women and children were killed by 33 big cats over the course of three decades, establishing a legacy of terror that has yet to be equaled.
The killings might have continued unabated were it not for this man:
Moments later he’d put that hat on the leopard and hold a hilarious impromptu puppet show.
Over those 30 years, Col. Jim Corbett of the British Indian Army was repeatedly dispatched to personally “resolve” the problem animals. He was able to bag all 33 of the murderous felines, starting with the Champawat Tiger. See, that was back in the days when any good project’s first step was “Kill a tiger.”
Followed by “Kill another tiger” and “More mustache wax.”
Source: cracked.com
24th March 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]In my head, I imagine this is what Gotye was really trying to achieve with this song and he got side-tracked with that clinky noise. I mean, seriously, why would you want to sound like a whiny kitty while telling off your ex? You need to sound like *fist into palm* NOW YOU’RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW. Something like this.
Mix by Khurram Siddiqi | StudioSapuri | @therealsapuri
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20th March 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
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“Work hard, love a lot and share even more, so that even when death comes for you, your ideas stay out of its reach.”
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This ad for the 2012 Sana Safinaz designer lawn collection is by far the most disgusting thing I have seen so far. I thought designer lawn itself couldn’t fall low enough, what with the huge carbon footprint involved in the making of this useless fabric, but Sana Safinaz’s distasteful campaign takes social injustice to a whole new level. This lawn suit costs more than what the coolie earns in a month to support an entire family. I would like to know how much he was paid for this indignity. This campaign is a stark reminder of where our society is headed: to schizophrenic discord between the masses and the classes. And then our liberal armchair critics can’t stop whining about the poor overruning any good thing in this country and religious fanaticism on the rise. You know what? While Sana Safinaz is using a poor old coolie to carry around an LV bag for a Rs. 7,500 lawn wearing stick insect of a woman, the religious fanatics are holding their mehfil-e-milaads where there is free food and milk for one and all, a chance to win Umrah tickets and also an opportunity for the attendants’ children to get free education.
I don’t know about you but I know for sure who gets the general approval of the masses. And when masses become mobs…well. We know what happens then.
9th March 2012 | Tweet this • Share on Facebook
This is the funkiest thing to listen to on a lazy hazy Friday afternoon in spring. Trust me.
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