Tuesday 29 January 2013

"Hamare zamane main...."

Google, facebook, cell phone, Skype, ATMs, credit cards, T.V., etc… I am wondering what my life would have been without these things? It struck to my mind when I was googling to prepare my assignment and got irritate of searching, when ammi said: “Hamare  zamane me hum research k liye shehar bhar ki libraries ghoomte thay, aaj kal k bachon ko internet ne sust krdia hai”This is not first time I listen to this kind of comment, I often hear these things while using mobile phone, facebook, etc. Usually these remarks seems annoying, but these are not wrong if we think about it rationally.

Thousands of details are there on a single topic just one click away. How difficult it would be to go through number of libraries for research. And because of this, reading habit and devotion is getting low in our young generation.

I used to hear similar remarks when I use cell phone. “Hamare zamane me rishtadaaron ki khabar itne dinon me telegram se milti thi, phir bhi sukoon tha aur ab yeh mobile phones asaani kam aur mushkil ziada hai”.The life was contented in spite of no phones at that time. The balanced use is very rarely seen in our society, especially in young generation who stick to their phones on texting and calls blindly.

Moreover, I am sure most of the people hear from their oldies, while watching T.V,“Hamare zamane me aik ghanta news ati thi aur T.V bund hojata tha, aaj kal ki nasal ka time tou pora din sports aur dramay”. Our T.V cannot turn off even for a single day, we are addicted to it very badly. Our most of the day go waste on fruitless morning shows, talk shows and dramas.

Furthermore, we repeatedly hear that “hamare waqt me mushkilat ziada honay k bawajood sukoon tha, rishton ki qadar thi, kyun k farigh waqt ghar walon k sath guzarte thay, aaj ki zindagi masnoi(artificial) hai”.  If we seriously ponder over this point, this is absolutely no wrong. It would not be incorrect if we understand that our life has become artificial. When we feel bored, we spend our time on facebook, cell phones etc., but less interested to use up our little time with family. We are less concerned about watering our own garden and feeding our fish, but very anxious about watering farms and feeding fish on facebook. This is how our life becomes artificial because of over use of technology, which creates gap in real world.

Are we availing the benefits of advancements or its extra usage is dragging us away from reality? The choice is ours! We should better know which thing should use in which way and to what extent.

Sunday 22 April 2012

SAY NO TO IDIOT BOX!




                     Tomorrow when I was making my assignment, the little sister of mine was listening the song “Sheila ki jawani” when she sang the line ”I'm just sexy for you; Main tere haath na aani” she asked me “appi sexy ka matlab kia hota hai?” well, I told her not to ask again from anybody, it means something bad and u know it after u become 18. And she understands it! But I thought again that young generation is so curious to know, several question raise into the mind of every child just because of idiot box and our media.
          The television was invented by John Logie Baird as a means of mass entertainment and communication. It was a wonderful gift of science to man kind but now a days it is too much entertaining us. Over the years it has been exploded, and today, the only things that are depicted on television are violence, sex and pop music, which are quite alien to our culture and tastes. Youngsters are very sensitive to such things as they are at an impressionable age. What ever they watch gets imprinted on their minds easily. The worse thing is that television watching of youngsters is not being monitored. This has led to disastrous consequences. I list below a few of the bad effects of television on the young:
·        Youngsters force their parents to buy them things that are shown in advertisements.
·        Youngsters damage their eyesight by watching television for long hour.
·        They lose interest in studies and their grades go down.
·        Some even go to the extent of imitating the stunts scenes performed by action heroes in movies,
          Sometimes back, there was a shocking incident of a boy who jumped from his 5th floor flat thinking that his so-called hero would come to rescue him. When I saw that new on TV, I would love the innocence of the boy and feel shame for our media, what artificiality they are delivering in us.
          Apart from its entertainment, there is another important reason why youngsters watch television. It is because they fear being left out. They want to be in-touch with the in-things. Like the latest movies and fashion trends and the going-ons in the daily soaps because these are the things discussed at schools more than the studies.
          Some of you may argue that cartoons are a healthy means of entertainment for the very young. But think again. Only five percent of cartoons have a moral content. The rest depict only fashion, violence, romance and flirting. E.g.: Johnny Bravo, Aladdin, poppy.
          What I want to say is that the idiot box is harmful for children as well as youngsters & we youngsters need to keep away from it. Also elders should monitor which type of content children are seeing on the TV.


Saturday 21 April 2012

ItX fUn To Be YoUnG!!!



zindagi ka asal maza to mje abi hasil hua he.jb se mene khul k sans lena shuru kardi he,meri sehalian jb mje milin tb mene zindagi ko jee kar dekha.insan me ek samaj ajati he jb usy achy bury ki tameez ajati he to tab se hi wo apne hadood me reh kr maze karskta he.jb mene women university me dakhla lia to mje laga k yahan par sirf parhai k elawa koi or sar garmian ni hongi.
shuru me jo mene socha tha wo such hony laga tha lakin  jb mera friend circle bana to mje zindagi ka asal maza hasil hua.
doston k sath guzary har pal hr kisam ki tafree sb yad rehti he,hr picnic hr mela ,student week , welcom party wagaira is k elawa teachers se masti class bunk kar k cafe me jana application sign karwa h uni se bahr nikal jana teachers ko manana unko patana.
Ye char sal to meri zindagi k sb se haseen lamhe hn,q k is k bad to sab apni apni zindagi me masroof hojainge kisi ko kisi ki koi khabar ni rehegi koi shadi k bad masroof to koi professional life me bz hojaiga.
Ye bachlor life to meri bht khas he or ye jumla to meri life he
ye pal mje yaad ainge..........wo kal mje yaad ainge
yeeah!!! itx fun to b young..

Shadi k lyea lrki chayea ya society ki ramp pr chlwanay k lyea ik model:
Kch hi din pehlay meri aunty ki beti ka rishta the hua or shadi ki tayariyan shru hogai.rishtay k kch din bd lrkay walon ko dawat pr bulaya aunty ne.us mai dinner k wakt meri aunty ki beti k hath se spoon gir gaya ghalti se jis pr lrkay walon ne rishta tor dia k isey khanay ki tameez nai sab mehmano k samne chamch gira dia.
Kia kbi ap soch saktay hain k ksi lrki ka rishta sirif is choti si bat pr b khatam hosta hai?nai na? mgr ab ap isi trhan ki choti or giri v baten expect Karen ku k ajkal shadi k lyeaik khobserat lrki nai chayea hoti ajkal tu ik model chayea hoti jo khobsurat b ho,society mai achi trhan behave b krsakay,khana b acha banana ata ho or baki sari khobian b hon blkul perfect honi chayea na ik percent km na ik percent ziada.apney betay ko kbi nai dekhtay k wo kesa hai bus lrki hoor pari dhondtay hain k jb stage pr dulhan bn kr bethay tu sun tareef karay akr k apki bahu tub ht hi haseen hai or bd mai jb woi haseen pari ghr ko jang ka maidan bnaday tu phir uski buraiyan kr kr k thuktay nai susral walay.
Arey ik lrki b insan hai ye ku nai sochtay.agr kch positive points hongay tu negative b hongay lazmi ku k wo insane hai or agr ksi b insane mai buraiyan nah on tu wo insane nai farishta ho..

Gone were the days...


Hide and seek, teacher teacher, ghar ghar, office office, cooking cooking, baraf paani, ludo, doctor doctor etc etc. I am sure nobody of you is unfamiliar with these games we used to play in childhood. My mind always flood with memories whenever I see children playing and living carefree life. I can’t forget a single thing of my childhood. What a beautiful time that was; no worries of life, no worries of money or anything. We just had our own fantasy world where only happiness were existing, no concerns what was going around and used to be busy in our own world, never knew the value of money and we’d choose a candy instead of thousands of rupees. We didn’t even know what does life mean.
I was not very stubborn child but still I remember a lot of things which make me smile. Daily at 5 o’clock in evening, I used to go to my friend without skipping a single day. Birthday parties, Eid, Independence Day etc., I don’t remember if I ever missed even a single event together. Every month we used to arrange won dish party and asked our mother to cook and I don’t remember if she ever refused to do. We used to play exam exam and made papers with silly questions, even once we arranged a picnic at home. We blew the bath tub on the roof and put on sunglasses and umbrellas and had snacks and samosas. That was the most beautiful part of my childhood.
But as my mind comes back to the present, I wonder how materialistic and artificial life has become. When we were children, we had no time to cry. There were just beautiful smiles and laughs. Even the silliest things used to make us laugh, but now we need to search the reasons to smiles. Our smiles have been imitated. We cannot even judge others real and artificial smiles. I wish I could turn back the clock. I miss every minute of it immensely. If I ever get the chance to ask my wish, I would definitely ask for my childhood.
PASHTAWAY SE BEHTR EHTIYATH HAI:
Meri ami mujhay humesha kehti hain ye bat k pashtaway se behtr ehtiyath hoti hai.ye jo word kash hota hai ye hamaray lyea bht tkleef ka baiss hota hai ku k jis b chez k lyea hum ye kash ka word istamaal krtay hain us chez ko hum apni zndagi main lana chahtay hain ya phir afsos k tor pr kehtay hain k ksh aisa na hota.
Jo wakt ik bar hath se nikl jata hai wok bi lout kr wapis nai ata.phir hum jitni b koshish krlen hum us tym ko dobara nai lasktay.insan apni zndagi main hazaron ghaltiyan krta hai or hr dafa usey ehsas jb hi hota haijb bht dair hochuki hoti hai.iski ik bht hi aam si missal wo nawjawan lrkay hain jo bike or gariyon ko chalatay huay ye bhool jatay hain k wo b ik insane hain unse b galti hoskti hai chahay wo kitnay hi mahir kun a hoon.isey sochay bagair wo speed ka b dehan nai rakhtay or sath sath kurtb b dekha rahay hotay hain k dekho humay bike riding or car driving pr itni maharth hasil haik hum jesay chahain usey control krsktay hain,or jb wo apna control khodetay hain ksi b wja se tu bht se apni jan se hath dho bethtay hain or aksr apne sath bethay logon or road pr mojod logon ki b or phr unko or unkay ghr walon ko zndagi bhr ka pashtawa rehta hai.
Hum din main tkrebn roz hi ik na ik accident k waqiyat suntay rehtay hain magr ik kan se suntay hain afsos krtay hain or dosray hi lmhay bhol b jatay hain.meri ye sb se iltija hai kis chez ko samjhen or apne ghr walon ko b samjhain ku k pashtaway se  behtr ehtiyath hai..

Respected Brothers...


I am very fond of reading queries in magazines and newspapers. They let me know about the problems, circumstances and thinking of the people. Some are about friends, some of them are about education and most of them are related to family problems. I read a query some days before which compel me to write on this, the problem of most of the girls. I don’t know what I should call it whether “gender discrimination” or “shamelessness”.
Our “respected” brothers have every authority to anything anywhere no matter respectful or disrespectful. I must use here the word “respected” because they give their utmost respect to their sisters. They give security they deserve i.e. never want us to go outside, never let us do what we want to, never ever tolerate us talking to some other guy, very anxious about our pardah and do their level best to keep us protected and isolated. And when they come to know that their sister is in contact with a guy, they start to oppose it tooth and nail because their honor has been extremely disgraced. And from then on, every restriction they order even it is a matter of doing something very legal. Even when it comes to their academy and education of their interest, they speak volumes in this matter. In short, they have full right to poke their nose wherever they want.
On the other hand, the same “respected” brother (who had been trying to be very pious) have right to talk and give their precious time to somebody else’ sisters (their gfs). They meet often with their girlfriends, want to spend time together and hate the brother of their gfs because he is as “respected” as he himself. And try to be pretending an 'angel'.
In simple words, a boy himself talks whole night with some girl (with someone’s sister, I must remind), but his blood is up when he sees his own sister is doing the same. A boy can have more than one gf but never ever ready to hear if his sister has a sincere one. A boy can very happily give expensive gifts to his gf but it is a big trouble when his sister accepts the same from some guy. A boy is very active in inquiring his sister’s cell phone but they turned violent is his sister ever try to inquire his one and try to show his mirror.
For everything sister does is extremely sinful and disgraceful although he himself does the same. No matter what he himself does thousand times over but when it comes to sisters, their mouth is always two steps ahead of their mind. By doing this they try to be the most pious men in the world. According to their mentality, their duty is just limited to keep their eyes fix on this matter. Their narrow mindedness never allows them to think beyond this matter.
PRETENDING to be pious never serve their purpose. If a boy really wants to be a RESPECTED brother, he must look inside, he should ask his conscience who he really is himself, he must improve himself before pointing someone out.
And whoever is very anxious and restless about pointing others out and improving others instead of him, is actually indirectly show their own deeds because “great talkers are never great doers”.