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X: I saw this poem on net; thought i'd share it with you. Marriage I said goodbye to church ceilings and never thought I’d return, until I met you. * Y: :) and how would you write it? X: The poem is already perfect, but let me try I bade farewell to the mosque cleric and never thought i'd return until i met you and called him to bind us together with the divine words :) Y: Hahaha! ----- * The poem is by Noah the Great , taken from his blog:

Fixing the Bible

[ Shepherd Book prepares a meal as he absentmindedly addresses River. ] Book: What are we up to, sweetheart? River: Fixing your Bible. Book: I, um… What? [ Pan over to River, who works on a book with pens, brushes, and loose pages. ] River: Bible's broken. Contradictions, false logistics… doesn't make sense. Book: No, no. You - you can't... River: So we'll integrate non-progressional evolution theory with God's creation of Eden. Eleven inherent metaphoric parallels already there. Eleven. Important number. Prime number. One goes into the house of eleven eleven times, but always comes out one. Noah's ark is a problem. Book: Really? River: We'll have to call it "early quantum state phenomenon". Only way to fit 5,000 species of mammals on the same boat. . . Book: River, you don't… fix the Bible. River: It's broken. It doesn't make sense. Book: It's not about… making sense. It's about believing in something. And letting t

The Secret Fear of her Secret Desire

"The flaws in the grand-passion of Alleluia Cone and Gibreel Farishta were as follows: her secret fear of her secret desire, that is, love; -- owing to which she was wont to retreat from, even hit violently out at, the very person whose devotion she sought most; -- and the deeper the intimacy, the harder she kicked; -- so that the other, having been brought to a place of absolute trust, and having lowered all his defences, received the full force of the blow, and was devastated." Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses


Caramel by M. Awais Aftab You always gave me Those chocolate filled candies Whenever we met Until you became one youself As you melted in the warm embrace And filled us with a caramel sweetness

A Pair of Glasses

For years, i was a nerd ... well, almost a nerd; the only thing i lacked was a pair of glasses, which would have completed my image of a full-blown geek. After i joined the medical college, i figured i have had enough of the theeta life, and so i shedded this 'nerdiness' off me, and it was then that the universe in all its humour decided to give me a pair of glasses. Well, call it a vestigial remnant of my nerdy evolutionary past, or perhaps it is a sort of sign from fate that i can't really exorcise the geeky ghost that resides in me. Anyway, all these speculations aside, geek or no geek, i think the glasses look good, and so it is a change that i welcome. .


When i went to vote in the Old Ravians Union elections, i met an FSc teacher of mine, Sir Ejaz Awan, who met me with great enthusiasm. After the salam dua he said, " Suna hay Awais KE jaa ker bara sharariti hogya hay! " [ Laughs ] I also laughed and replied, " Jee Sir, bus thora thora sa sharariti hogya hon. "

First Bike Ride

I had my successful motorcycle ride today! :D I don't have a motorcycle, nor do i plan to buy one, but i felt that i should know how to drive one, so when Hasnain came to visit me on his bike, he told me the basics and i gave it a try, and succeeded. It was fun. :) Though Hasnain missed his chance to take the hilarious picture of my dangling legs as i started the motorcycle and my feet struggled to find the support to place the foot on!

God and Meaning of Life

* The meaning of life, i.e. the meaning of the world, we can call God. * To believe in God means to see that the facts of the world are not the end of the matter.To believe in God means to see that life has a meaning. Ludwig Wittgenstein, Notebooks

In the end

X: Perhaps in the end it doesn't matter how much you love someone, but rather how much happiness or pain that love brings.


Tina Modotti: I don't believe in marriage. [ crowd laughs ] No, I really don't. Let me be clear about that. I think at worst it's a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense. At best, it's a happy delusion - these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they're about to make each other. But, but, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don't think it's conservative or delusional. I think it's radical and courageous and very romantic. Frida

Quantum Mechanics

Quantum Mechanics by M. Awais Aftab The world is a theatre Of a million dances Of atoms and molecules Of orbits and orbitals Of 'like repels like' In the balance of forces So that in a lovers' sweet kiss The lips never meet And all that happens Is the repulsion of a zillion electrons * The picture shows the X-ray of a kiss. [Taken from this webpage: ]


X: You are so good at writing about emotions, you can even write about things without feeling them, and now i no longer know what to believe... it all sounds fake now, even if it is true, even if you really mean it.


"I don't know what's worse: the gloating of female chastity or the bloating of male conceit." Uzma Aslam Khan, The Geometry of God

Feel The Things

How can it be You're asking me To feel the things you never show BackStreet Boys , Show me the meaning

Just like

Just like a person's own voice doesn't sound as loud to him as it really is; just like a person singing a song in his bathroom believes it to be more musicial than it really is, there is some mechanism at work by which a joke sounds more funny to the person who is narrating it than it really is!

The Rise of "Fundo-Fad"

Nadeem F. Paracha has written an excellent article in Dawn Magazine on the how evangelism that is flooding the media these days in Pakistan has become just another market ploy: a form of capitalist marketing. It is a must read. You can read it here .

Anger and Ego

From all the countless discussions that i have had in my life, there is one conclusion that distinctly emerges: a heated argument does not convince anyone, no matter how rational or logical it may be. There is something about anger that shuts off the rational part of your mind; prevents you from accepting what is right, even when the logical part of you knows that it is right. A person only accepts an argument, is only willing to change his mind, when he is cool and calm. And this state may be difficult to achieve, particularly if the issue becomes a matter of ego, and accepting an argument is seen as a way of losing one's pride. There are very few people who can rise above their vanity to accept an opposing argument or admit that they are wrong.

Not Today

Not Today by M. Awais Aftab Their first walk together In the rain Magic drizzling from the sky "Write me a poem" Came the coy request "Not today, dear For i want to be a lover alone And to live this moment Without consuming it into poetry And to love you Amind these divine drops Without words

The One Step

The One Step By M. Awais Aftab Being in love is like being caught up in a ferocious whirlpool; you drift along with the waves: disoriented, lost and out of control. All you experience is the anxiety, the confusion and the panic of the moment. And yet, it has an addictive touch to it. It makes you believe as if you are really enjoying all this pain. There is nothing as bitter in retrospect as a broken heart. I am not even sure how it actually started; the memories are blurred. All I know is that despite all the potential social stigma a middle class girl from a bourgeoisie family like me could come to face, I found myself helplessly and madly in love. As I recall my past, I ask myself, whether what I did was right or wrong but there is nothing but silence for an answer. As my unfortunate fate decreed, the ending of my tale was to be of far more interest than the actual story itself. And indeed, what would I tell if I were asked to narrate my account? For it was nothing but a stereotypic

Gun Smoke

I went to Gun Smoke today, a restaurant on the M.M. Alam road that i had heard about often but never had a chance to visit before. The atmosphere was certainly upto its reputation: the wild-wild-west ambience, the cow-boy feel, cowboy movie posters pasted on the walls, peanut shells and remnants cluttered on the floor and even present in between the pages of the menu, music of the same theme in the background. The food was also good, especially the french fries, albeit very over-priced. Only the waiters were not upto the expectations. They were all dressed in cowboy hats and suits, but they were supposed to be rude and assertive, as i had heard, and as also the menu warned "Beware of the waiters". The waiters we encountered were far from being rude and bold; they appeared rather dumb-witted to me. One of the waiters surely did slam the water-glasses on the table, but even that was done in a rather timid way. But i suppose a little gentility doesn't harm, and it sounds rea

Large Eyes

The disadvantage of having large eyes is that everyone thinks you are staring at them, even when you are barely looking.

The 4400

I recently ended the Season 4 of the TV series "The 4400" and it has been a really interesting and illuminating series to watch. 4400 people, who have been missing since various times, as far back as 1946, suddenly appear in a ball of light in the present day world. None of them has aged, none of them remembers anything, some have returned with new abilities, and one woman is pregnant. The story follows these 4400 people. Apart from the 'X-files-ish' and 'X-men-ish' touch that the story-line had, what was distinct about this series, for me at least, was that it depicts how a whole religious movement can be born, and how it can rise; how the psychologies of individuals can lead to the emergence of a religion on a large scale, and how this religion can provide unity and identity to a group of people desperately in need of it. After watching this, it is not difficult for me to visualize how religions like Christianity and Islam could have evolved. So, if you are

The expulsion of Ahmedi students from PMC

In an outrageous move against the rights of particular religious sects in Pakistan, the Punjab Medical College in Faisalabad has expelled all its Ahmedi students, which according to the Dawn newspaper are 23 in number, while various other sources say the number to be 15. They have been accused of preaching the Ahmedi religion in the university. Earlier, many students of the PMC had arranged a protest against the Ahmedi students, asking for their expulsion. I find this whole event highly distasteful, abominable and unjust, and nothing short of mass religious persecution. This has to be condemned on all levels. The PMC has made a very bad decision by giving in to the demands of the paranoid religious fanatics bent upon persecution of the Ahmedi sect. Are we heading towards Islamic Fascism? Is this what we want Pakistan to be? This is a shameful violition of basic human rights. The students were not even given a chance to plead their case. The new PPP Government has to take action and rei


"But surely for everything you have to love you have to pay some price." Agatha Christie

The Space

Suspended in the space between desire and fulfillment, there is a certain type of joy that perhaps only a poet can understand. It is like a tug at the strings of your heart, and you oscillate there in a sweet torment, hanging from a fine thread of hope.

Birthday Card

This is the cover of the birthday card that i gave to my brother yesterday, and he seriously believes that this figure resembles me. *eyes rolling* This is what i get in return for giving a nice birthday card! Humph! P.S. Waisay there might be a grain of truth in what he says, particularly about the eye brows. Lolz.

Interview by The Pakistani Spectator

My interview has been published by The Pakistani Spectator , who are doing a series of interviews of notable bloggers from Pakistani blogosphere. You can see it at: Any comments are most welcome. And my gratitude to The Pakistani Spectator. Interview with Blogger Awais Aftab By The Pakistani Spectator Please also send us a brief bio of yourself, and your blog url. I am Awais Aftab, a medical student in King Edward Medical University, and in the 20 years that i have spent in this world i have mainly occupied myself with issues of love, literature and philosophy, creating my own moral values while antagonizing many prevalent in our society. That’s me. The url of my blog is Could you tell us what made you decide to blog, and what was the inspiration behind it? Since adolescence I have always had things to say, ideas i wanted to share, opinions i wanted to express, and i had ambitions of influen

Making Art Chaste!

The painter M. F. Husain has long been the subject of a controversy regarding his nude depictions of Hindu gods but most particularly Bharat mata in his painting Mother India . However, recently the Dehli High Court has finally declared verdict in favour of the artist, a laudable decision that shall be of momentous significance in the history of art in the subcontinent. The judgement issued by Justice Kishan Kaul quoted Pablo Picasso, an interesting choice since M. F. Husain is referred to as the "Picasso of India". The quote says: “Art is never chaste. It must be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared. Yes, art is dangerous. Where it is chaste, it is not art.” However, what stimulated me to write this post was an article on the M. F. Husain controversy in the Dawn Gallery (May 31, 2008), and despite their support for M. F. Husain it seems that the gallery is trying to do exactly what Picasso had disapproved of: they

The Beauty of Eyes

Don't eyes appear more beautiful when they are looking back at you? It is not just a deviation of a few angles that does the trick... rather, a direct gaze triggers something in your mind, adds a whole new quality to the beauty. To make a rather unromantic analogy (sorry guys), many detergents contain substances that create a certain 'glow' in the clothes when ultraviolet rays strike them. It doesn't add any colour, or it doesn't increase the whiteness, but it adds a different quality to the whiteness. A reciprocated gaze also adds something to the beauty, a 'glow' if you wish to speak of it that way, but it certainly involves a lot more of 'electromagnetism' than UV Rays have!


What makes someone valuable to you? Many things can be said in answer, but aside from the intrinsic qualities of that person, it is the memory of shared experiences that makes him/her precious. The times you have spent together, things you have done, all the laughters and sorrows you have shared, the problems you have solved with each other's helps, and all the long hours that you have talked and chatted and poured your heart out... all this creates a bond, and this bond is what makes someone special to you. You say to me that i'll find someone better than you. No, i won't, i can't... because all the moments of my life that i have shared with you, i have done with no one else, and that makes you special. No one can beat that.