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Apparently the Interior Minister of Pakistan, Mr. Rehman Malik, agrees with my blog post about Salman Taseer's Assassination. Not only does he agree with it, he pretty much said what I wrote in my blog entry, in his Press Statement. I was watching PTV News while having dinner - yes it has come to this, I am watching a Pakistani News Channel while having dinner! - and saw his Press Statement clip. I got so happy. This means, a lot of other people in the world, especially in Pakistan, agree with my thoughts and sentiments. It is just not me who thinks like this. First of all, here is the video of him, I recorded it in HD from my television screen. He starts of by saying how he personally knows a lot of religious personalities in Pakistan and he is asking them to refrain from issuing any scandalising statements to the press. He continues on to say that they shouldn't take any action which causes a 'divide' in the country, amongst its people. If you remember clearly from...

I will be honest, I never really liked Salman Taseer or Pakistan Peoples Party for that matter. However, the way this man's assassination has been handled, is very disgusting to say the least. I am going to compare his murder to the Karachi gang rape. Oh and before I go on to say or write anything further, let me just say that, I understand that there will be some people who disagree with my views. In the Karachi gang rape case, people deviated from the situation and crime, by talking about what kind of a character the girl had, what she was doing so late in the night, where she was coming back from, by highlighting her live-in relationship with her boyfriend, but the truth is, all these kinds of things are irrelevant to the crime that happened. A girl was RAPED, period! There are no ifs and buts in this. In every other country in the world when the rapist is tried in a rape case, these kinds of things are not looked at, whether the girl has a loose character or whether the girl...

You know some people might have wondered, why am I so obsessed with Veronica's songs? Even I have wondered about that a lot of times. I was thinking about this the whole day actually. Obviously, I was listening to her songs at the same time as well. Actually, let me just reiterate a bit and add Kajra Kajra Kajraare in here as well. Why am I addicted to Veronica's songs and this Kajraare song? I finally found the answer. You know what they say, we human beings have such an amazing and a powerful mind. In most cases, we can do whatever we set our minds to do, albeit it might take some while to accomplish what we want to do. We also have an amazing gift given to us by god within us. It is our senses. We have the power to see, register things in our minds and remember them. At the same time we can taste things and smell delicious tantalising fragrances and aromas. However, we also have the awesome ability to hear things. If we close our eyes and just hear about what is going on a...

I woke up today morning at 9 AM because I heard the *ping* sound on my Blackberry. Someone had sent me a DM on Twitter and it pinged. I had forgotten to make it silent last night. I put my Blackberry on Silent mode and fell asleep again. Around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, my brother banged open my room's door and he rushed in. I woke up startled wondering what had happened. After him, came my dad and both looked really worried. I got up and I asked them, "what is wrong?" They both literally shouted at me. "Your sisters and mum have been involved in a major car accident! We just got a call from the Police! Some truck hit our car!" I suddenly got so worried and shocked. Then both of them said "we are going to the Hospital." Then just like that, they were gone.  I got out of bed and switched on my laptop and tweeted about it. I know it shouldn't be the case, I should not be tweeting about this, right after I have found out my sisters and mu...

From the past 2, 3 days this is what I have been doing. I have been melancholy and a bit sad. I have been down because of the happenings of the past two weeks, had literally brought me down. They had literally brought tears to my eyes and made me really upset. I don’t even want to say it but yes, I DID WISH I WAS DEAD. Unfortunately, sometimes people really disappoint us. You know what they say, we ourselves give people the chance to hurt us. If we bring someone close to us, remove our barrier for them, we are giving them the keys and opportunity to hurt us, because they start to mean something to us. We stop being vigilant and cautious in the case of few people, then most of the times it is these people who fail to meet our expectations and baffle us with their stupidity. Eventually they end up hurting us real bad. Even bringing tears to our eyes. What I believe is, people should really think twice before they say or do anything. Especially when it comes to friendship, that also good...

It was a beautiful autumn morning in London. I woke up to the birds chirping outside my window. I yawned and slowly got out of my bed. I looked at my bedside table and found my phone. I looked at the time, it was just 8 o'clock. It was my day off. I went towards the window and pushed it open. I saw outside and loved the view. The sun had come out and was shining on the street, bouncing sun rays off the rooftops. I could see elderly people strolling across the street, walking their dogs and I could see couples jogging together.  I was struck with the couples jogging together. Two people who are supposedly in love, wake up together, say good morning to one another, smile at each other and then they jog together. What a beautiful morning it must be for them? I wish I had a special someone in my life that I could do all that with, someone who would wake up with me, who I could smile at, who I could go to when I am down for a hug, someone who would go jogging with me in the mornings...

Circumstances urge me to get a grip on my thoughts and pen them down. Thoughts about how life is so cruel sometimes, no matter what you do you cannot escape the harsh realities of it. This is why dear journal you are my confidante. The only place where I can safely pen down my thoughts without the fear of anyone abusing them or without them being read and misunderstood. It has been a total of 19 days to the incident. Slowly the memory of it is fading away and it seems like the incident never occurred. 19 days to the day I lost everything. The day I lost faith in hope and the goodness in the world. The day the good people showed their true colours. The day I truly found out who my real friends are. There is a phrase dear journal and it goes like this, true friends stick by you through thick and thin. They don’t abandon you at the first hint of slight trouble or turbulence. A friend is supposed to help you in your bad times. At first my heart was crushed and I contemplated...