DIARY OF A SOCIAL BUTTERFLY

Bhai I've tau always said that India is my Most Flavoured Nation. Now guvments on both side have also copied me and opened up trade roots between us and them. So thanks God we can all become rich now. Talking of rich, many Indian richies came to Lahore for this seminal called Aman ki Asha. Janoo went to listen to their speeches but I went to see Prameshwar Godrej. She's just like us - Punjabi, tall, good-looking, wheatish complexion. I pointed her out to Mulloo, who'd gone with me to the seminal. "There she is! I know Prameshwar Godrej", I said. Mulloo snapped back, "but does she know you?" Uffff! Some people, vaisay, are too much!

They say from India, we can have non-stop bijli. Suna hai that in return for our cement ki boris and lawn ka joras, India is going to give us lots of lovely bijli and other nice nice things like Shahrukh Khan and Paan Bahar and kanji worm saris and cars kay parts and so much of steel, so much of steel kay poocho hi na.

Apparently they are crazy for our foods across the boarder. I told Janoo that please put all your onions and mangoes and wheat-sheet and whatever else you grow into a truck and send it to Amrit Sir today only. He said mangoes are not ready yet. I said, who cares baba? Don't you remember that song Kulchoo used to sing when he was a doddler, "Ready or Not Here I Come..." Vaisay between you and me and the four walls you know the problem with Janoo, na? All his get up and go has got up and gone. If it wasn't for me, sachee, he tau would be a total non identity.

Also visa constrictions are going to be relaxed. So instead of going bar bar to bore Delhi I can book myself into one of their super luxurious ashrams (but with 24 hour servants) in a romantic sa quite type village with palm trees and air conditioned huts. You know the type of place where they give you daily enemas till you feel like the world has fallen out of your bottom? And they do massages till your yatras are talking to your chakras and your agni is in tune with your jugni and you are doing ahimsa morning noon and night. And they make you eat little Your Vedic pills and portions made from herbal cow pats and crushed snail shells and so on and so fourth. And they make you sit across legged on a rush ka mat and close your eyes and chant, "Om Shanti Om" till your feel like slapping someone. And at the end of it all you come out totally retoxed and your inner light is shining like a hello gen bulb and you're looking like Ashwariya (before baby, but).

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MY DAD, 12th RABI-UL-AWWAL & CELEBRATIONS

A PAGE OF MY DIARY

MY DAD, 12^th RABI-UL-AWWAL & IT'S CELEBRATIONS  

Mahtab Bashir

Islamabad

03335363248

They often say only ghosts haunt in men but to me- memories do to. The revered day of 12^th Rabi-ul-Awal till the year 2012 had been celebrated in our house overwhelmingly led by my beloved father Bashir Hussain Nazim from dawn to dusk.

This day’s celebrations could have been started with special prayers for the propagation of harmony, compassion and unity for all. As I recall my memories, being a stanch lover of the holy prophet (peace & blessings upon Him), father started this day bringing something to cook (usually a sweet dish) and in couple of hours, he distributed himself nearby houses. Then he went to attend the annual ‘Seerat-un-Nabi Conference’ organized by Ministry of Religious Affairs. Interestingly my dad was among those three judges who scrutinized the Naatia poetry books and thesis- of which the recipients received prizes from chief guest (either PM or President of the country). Many a times, father himself conducted the proceedings of the conference (being a stage secretary).

The birthday of Holy Prophet (pbuh) also falls on Friday this year- a day for which father had been contributed his research-based article on weekly basis in one of the leading Urdu national newspaper (Nawa-e-Waqt) religious page since three decades. I’m sure, had my father been alive this day, his produced article on the day could have been worth reading than many writers and where over 99% religious scholars (writers) wrote رحمت ا للعا لمےن   instead of رحمت للعالمےن terming those Mullah illiterate who never read this word in Quran and Hadith (father was of the view this word has no ALIF in it). I remember once I used Alif while writing Rahmatallil Aalameen with adding Alif and he promptly scolded me saying, “You are also writing like an illiterate Maulvi, erase the Alif”, and I did accordingly. My father was the one who always emphasized to write Quranic words as it is used in the Holy Quran.

This day would have been a more blessed one if my dad was around. Being a literati of Urdu, English, Arabic and Persian, he wasted no time to correct the wrongly pronounced words whenever a poet, intellectual or an author made a mistake. Throughout his life, he bitterly complained … “Education is becoming rife but knowledge is not so”. People are getting away of books that is a primary source of knowledge.

On this particular day (12^th Rabi-ul-Awal) father remained busy as he was among the judges penal who ascertained the Naatia Poetry Books and thesis of which the recipients received cash prizes, certificates and other distinctions at National Seerat-un-Nabi Conference. He was also among the judged of All Pakistan Naatia Contest at Radio Pakistan and Pakistan Television and at night we all family members got together and used to watch father sitting among Iftikhar Arif and other leading Naatia poets at Pakistan Television (PTV) and other private channels at various Naatia Mushairas to wrap up this auspicious day of 12^th Rabi-ul-Awwal.

This Friday, he was also missing from newly recorded PTV Naatia Mushaira. As soon as Iftikhar Arif (the last poet of Mushaira) finished off, I hurriedly texted one of the participants of this Naatia Mushaira Noreen Talat Uruba saying “Good to see you reciting Naat but I am desperately missing my dad who is no more a part of this holy gathering, and she replied, “For you, Bashir Hussain Nazim was just a father, but – I have deprived of a legend Naatia poet, a great teacher, and a flawless scholar. He was undoubtedly an institution. May his soul rest in eternal peace.”       

SILSILA NAAT KA KYA KHOOB CHALA MERE BAAD

QABR PARHTI HY MERI- SALLE ALAA MERE BAAD.

EVEN EACH PIECE OF HIS GRAVE IS ALIVE!

MAHTAB BASHIR

03335363248
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ISLAMABAD

Many moons ago I visited an old book shop and bought one of the classics- book titled ‘Awaz-e-Dost’ authored by a former bureaucrat Mukhtar Masood. It was November 1994 edition consisted a  literary work, history and philosophy of the creation of Pakistan and an all encompassing book on the touchstone of humans and humane. 

While finishing off page number 229 with a Persian verse “Khaq-e-Qabarsh Az Min-O-Tu Zinda Tar” I found

my father around, knowing the fact there is no suitable person than him on earth to translate this verse as being the great scholar of Persian lingo.  Wasting no time I hurried to ask him the meaning. It was like sending Sachin Tendulkar to a sub-continental track to bat on. Father smiled as he always did and started of “....... Uski Qabar Ki Matti Bhi Mujh Or Tujh Se Ziada Zinda He” (Even the soil of his grave is more alive than you and me). 

Now today, as I am standing on the grave of my great father Bashir Hussain Nazim, it seems there’s no such person for whom this verse suits. With the tears in my eyes and his intellectual thoughts in my mind I read this verse silently before going for Fatiha.

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LITERATURE, WINTER & DECEMBER

MAHTAB BASHIR

mahtabbashir@gmail.com

Islamabad

0333 53 63 248

The month of December is usually referred in literature a phase with feelings of sadness and forlorn attitude, perhaps owing to the combination of autumn and winter as both are intrinsic part of this month. The pleasant season of autumn - an interval between summer and winter - is welcoming the fall hues in the air of the federal capital, displaying the vibrancy of eye-catching burnt colours through glimpses of nature.

Nostalgia grips every individual during the course of the seasonal transformation. There is no other month of the year except December that is used extensively by poets, singers, intellectuals and men of letters to describe their melancholic feelings of the past when withering crimson and yellow leaves fall on the ground. According to Katherine S White, “From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens - the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house, and the garden of the mind’s eye.”

A Scottish dramatist JM Barrie said, “God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.” ‘Bhega Bhega sa ye December hay’ by Abrar-ul-Haq, ‘December ka maheena tha, suhani sham mangal ki’ by Aamir Salim and a number of other songs are composed on this month highlighting the sad moments, while Urdu and English literature has given it sufficient space because of strange sadness around them.

William Shakespeare said, “Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.” The season typically begins with the advent of December and brings pleasant change in the weather before winter. Plants start changing their colours and introduce a variety of eye-catching shades which also give unusual feelings to the mood.

According to psychiatrists and physicians, this phase is called ‘Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)’, which is a pattern of major depressive episodes that occur and remit with changes in seasons. “It may be seen in major depressive or bipolar disorders, as described in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV). The most recognised form of seasonal affective disorder, “winter depression,” is characterised by recurrent episodes of depression, hypersomnia, augmented appetite with carbohydrate craving, and weight gain that begin in the autumn and continue through the winter months,” said a physician at PIMS hospital.

Doctors have many options for treating SAD. While questions regarding its validity as a syndrome and the mechanism of action of light therapy continue to be investigated, the established effectiveness of light therapy in patients with winter depression supports the usefulness of assessment for the seasonal pattern and consideration of light therapy as an option in addition to existing treatment choices.

He said depressive episodes were a primary public health problem and one of the most common psychiatric conditions in patients seeing family physicians, with a lifetime prevalence of 17.1 percent in the general population. “Some of these mood disturbances follow regular seasonal patterns.” “The season is also considered as an enchanting attraction for artists, poets and nature lovers to discover and explore the beauty of nature,” said an art student who takes fall season as his inspiration to paint nature. The most attractive thing in this season is the phenomenon when plants change their colours - black tone of greens and browns while reddish touch in rust, ochre and yellows depict the awesome charm.

“People don’ t think much about leaves until autumn whispers in the air revealing the multitude of colours that emerge from what was previously a plain green background,” said Khadija, another student of Fine Arts at a local university. Fall in the air offers crispness to the morning air and sharper shadows as the angle of the sun starts to change and days become shorter. “Walking on dry leaves with crispy sounds provides an amazing feeling which is considered as the best feature of the season by autumn lovers,” she added. “It refreshes the mood while looking at some lively colours that nature offers for a limited period,” she remarked. Every fall displays its gems, majestic ruby, amber and gold leaves that blend to create a vibrant display of hues; say horticulture experts.

According to these experts, plant leaves begin to die in autumn, the green photosynthetic pigment and chlorophyll decay rapidly while other photosynthetic pigments, yellow carotenoids decay slowly and still some pigments and red anthocyanins are produced as the by-products of the leaves.

In this season, green colour fades to reveal the underlying yellows, reds and browns while the exact vibrancy that develops is influenced by plants genetics and the environment. Another feature is the Christmas celebrated by the Christian community on the 25th of this month. The natural beauty of Margalla Hills, Daman-e-Koh and Pir Sohawa, and Lakeview Park and the avenues of federal capital attract a lot of sightseers as a special enchantment for local and foreign nature lovers. “If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on your hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate’er you do.” HAPPY DECEMBER!

NATION NEEDS TO CULTIVATE TOLERANCE MORE THAN EVER

It’s time to learn to respect and recognise rights and beliefs of others

MAHTAB BASHIR
mahtabbashir@gmail.com
Islamabad

Someone has rightly said that if the foundation of a society is devoid of tolerance, then it is chaos that eventually ensues. The Pakistani society has been, in recent years, presenting a glaring example of such bellicosity, which has emanated from an intolerant social character.

This society is now undoubtedly yearning for peace - be it social peace, cultural peace, or psychological peace. Political dynamism, democratic etiquette, or human rights, whatever we intend to establish in society must be aimed at forming a tolerant society. We need to consider and analyse why we are an intolerant society, segmented into groups, each claiming his individual version of fundamental rights, but denying the same to others. It is a society where neither religious fanatics, nor the liberal fascist have any tolerance for each other. The former does not grant the right to women to dress in jeans, while the latter has no respect for those women who want to wear the veil or hijab.

Some of them, believing in righteously inflicted violence on “sinners”, remain silent on issues such as tribal customs of wani, denial of ancestral property to women, or the unacceptable practice of burying women alive on the orders of Panchayt that continue to exist in this so called Islamic Republic of Pakistan.

For a successful democracy the opposition must give enough time and find a cause worthy enough to struggle for dislodging an elected government. Tolerance is essential for smooth progress of democracy. With a society showing zero tolerance, Pakistan like other countries of the world is all set to observe The International Day for Tolerance today (16 November). The occasion is observed with the aim to educate people about the need for tolerance in society.

The International Day for Tolerance tends to remind people they should learn about respecting and recognising the rights and beliefs of others. International Day for Tolerance was started by UNESCO in 1996. The day is celebrated to urge all the heads of states and governments across the world to work for the welfare, freedom, progress of their people by encouraging tolerance, respect and dialogue. The day also underscores the need of coordination between different cultures and civilisations.

On this particular day, UNESCO has mentioned few guidelines, these guidelines includes the work and actions on human rights, diversity in community, religious tolerance, no to violence, creativity at work and ecological diversity.

Many educators use the theme of the day to help students in their studies and classroom lectures on topics like human rights and non-violence. Special training programmes, talks and conferences are organised on this day in offices where the supervisor briefs the employees about importance and need of tolerance.

A few educationists told this scribe on Tuesday that poverty, illiteracy and class difference (disparity) generates frustration among the masses that ignite intolerance among them. They said intolerance in our society has political dynamics and is quite visible within the political parties.

“The very essence of democracy, which is the right of dissent, is absent when it comes to the day to day working of these parties. Resorting to violence has become a common phenomenon to settle political differences, or as a show of power to establish their political hegemony,” said an educationist at Quaid-i-Azam University (QAU). He said we accept harassment of our religious minorities such as Ahmedis or Christians and have no remorse that the Father of Nation had assured them of their rights in his speech delivered of 11 August 1947.

Dr Abdul Siraj, chairperson of the department of Mass Communication at AIOU, said it was unfortunate that the word ‘tolerance’ is not as common in public usage as ‘intolerance’. “Everyone is intolerant and impatient because of low economic conditions and living standards. From elders to the young and even among students, the reflection of inflation ultimately produces intolerance and it is an angry youth that leaves a college or a university at the end of an academic year”, said Siraj, adding that the insecurity on the road, highhandedness of the law enforces was bound to induce intolerance among people that coupled with other socio-political factors culminate to terrorism.

Talking to this scribe, a rights activist questioned as why we have descended to such depths of criminal apathy that tragedies of different magnitudes, from individual’s to the nation’s, never invoke feelings of remorse or shame in us.

Published in Pakistan Today
http://www.pakistantoday.com.pk/2011/11/15/city/islamabad/nation-needs-to-cultivate-tolerance-more-than-ever/?printType=article

DIARY OF A SOCIAL BUTTERFLY

I think so Prince William, (oho Queen ka grandson) he's turned out to be completely beghairat. Look at him. This trashy French magazine takes photos of his wife Kate Middleclass in topless and actually prints them and he can't do a thing about it. Beghairat! If you ask me, he shouldn't look left, he shouldn't look right. He should go straight away and burn down the French embassy in London to punish that French photographer and that dirty French magazine. And if he can't burn down the embassy then at least he should burn some French restaurants and if he can't even burn the French restaurants then he should go to Harrods and burn down the Chanel ka counter and beat up the make-up girls who serve behind it (never mind if they're English or Polish or even God forbid Pakistani - it will serve them right for doing naukri of Frenchies).

And I think so Prince William should also burn tyres and disrupt traffic in front of Selfridges and Harvey Nicholas for stocking Dior, YSL, Givenchy and other French brands. He should also stop anyone driving a Renault or a Citrong and drag them out of their cars and beat them up before setting fire to their cars. He should beat up all the schoolchildren who study French in England and set fire to their text books. He should teach everyone who has anything to do with France, such a lesson, such a lesson that not even their grandchildren will forget.

Mein tau kehti hoon, Prince William should even come to French Beach in Karachi and burn the sea over there also. He should show the French who's who and what's what, no? Everyone will do so much of wah wah of him and have so much respect for him after that. Vaisay, I think so it was totally beghairat of him to sue the magazine in French courts when he could be stroking anger outside. I mean, is he a man or a mouse? And also I'd like to ask why hasn't the British army's top ka General come out and complained to French ka Army Chief kay bhai why you have abused our Sovereignty, haan? I heard with my own ears Janoo saying that one day Prince William will be Sovereign of England and so Kate will be Sovereignty. Printing her nangi photos are obviously violation of British Sovereignty and William kay liye doob marnay ka maqaam hai if you have a ghairatmand perspective on life like us type of the people.

I tau just don't understand these William type fazool chooha types. And look at the French! This is the thanks they give to the English for liberating them from the Germans in World War II? And if you say anything to them aagay say they shrug and say, 'Say la we!' What cheeks!

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HAND-KNITTED SWEATERS: A SYMBOL OF LOVE NO MORE INTACT

MAHTAB BASHIR
mahtabbashir@gmail.com
ISLAMABAD

I still remember that warm pink sweater my Grandmother knitted for me when I was a 9th grader. Though, Granny is no more around me, but this colourful sweater with all its warmth definitely is - reminding the affection and love of my Grandmother every winter. Khadija, a 27-year-old student while remembering her beloved Grandmother, said sweater knitting was no more a part of existing fashion because of a number of readymade products available in the market, but all readymade sweaters, cardigans, zippers, pullovers, uppers and jackets could not match the love of handmade product produced with love.

Often considered a mere pastime or hobby, knitting is actually much more than this but, unfortunately, with the usage of top technlogical gadgets hand-knitting also becomes a 'victim' of an onslaught of technology.

Knitting is a form of art. The different techniques used to make knitted pieces are truly extraordinary, let alone that beautiful, warm, fuzzy feeling they give afterwards, both literally and figuratively.

The tradition of knitting was widely practised around ten years ago, when mothers, grandmothers and aunts would do the exercise for their loved ones. Carrying the knitting kits with their assorted pins and needles and beautiful balls of wool, whether they were experts or just did it as a hobby, they used to sit for hours making chequered sweater vests for their husbands, children or grandchildren.

Although not as easily to be found as they once were, there are still ways to get your hands on quality wool. As always, the wool balls are found almost in every main market of the federal capital, while it is much easier to find it at old wool shops in Rawalpindi. They sell wool by ounce, and the colours are bright and delightful - golden yellow, tomato red, bright green, gleaming white - instantly attracting you to them. Home-knit sweaters retain an adorable quality with their fluffiness, making the cute toddler wearing them all the more susceptible to some through cuddling.

The craft has faded over the years due to a lot of reasons, one of them being the scarcity of shops selling wool. Schoolteacher Attia Imdad, who has held on to the forgotten tradition, told this scribe how and when she first learnt knitting, she used to have access to the best wools to make sweaters with. ABC wool was her favourite. She gave some other reasons why, in her opinion, this wonderful form of art might have died down.

She has seen the practice of knitting decline as the generations have passed, especially as women and girls get busier in their day-to-day lives. Working ladies have almost no time to sit back and knit after a hard day of work and suffering through the rough traffic, Attia says.

Of course, we must also take into consideration that we live in a country with mild weather where winter does not stay too long.

Attia said when she used to live in a cooler country, like Zimbabwe, she used to spend most of her time knitting perfect little sweaters for her family members. But now buying the funky, trendy sweaters and jackets from local markets where a wide range of items would probably be one’s first choice. “However, knitting a lovely cardigan for yourself every now and then would not only make others appreciate your hard work, you’ll feel proud of yourself too,” she said smilingly.

Attia also loves experimenting with her wool and designs on every chance she gets, accentuating the hint of affection that makes her gifts ever so admirable to everyone who receives them. “Knitting allows the artist the scope to experiment by striking new designs trying new colour combinations whether it be striped or checked, adding sequins, lace, beads, buttons and ribbons, or anything your fashion sense dictates,” she said.

The craft of knitting is not that difficult to master. You need to learn the technique, which puts your hands in a particular flow. Attia also talked about how knitting doesn’t even need much concentration. “All you need to do is get your hands into a rhythm. I had learned to knit from one of my friends’ mother. When I used to see aunt’s work and the products of her toil, I was intrigued. I then asked her to teach me and thus learned to knit at a very young age and have been doing it ever since,” she explained.

Of course, many women across the country are now among the working force and hardly have any time for even a proper meal throughout the day. But then again, there are mothers, daughters, grandmothers who can spare some time for their loved ones. When you get some free time and have nothing to do, you can always sit down and get knitting.

With chilly winter knocking at the door, why not open the gates and welcome it with some cosy, warm wool and your favourite knitting kit? But only if you have the time for your loved ones. HAPPY WINTER!