Oh hallo thar December

The first day of the last month of the most interesting year I've had in my life.

It's going pretty shitty btw. Even when I downed a bottle of Starbucks' frappuccino before going to work.

Isn't it interesting that I drink extremely expensive coffee but travel in a rikshaw to work? That too a really effed up Rikshaw that used a plastic bottle in substitute for a petrol tank?

I would have made it to work faster if I walked.

I hate it when people leave. It's a coworker's last day at the office today and this sucks. I barely know him since like, two weeks. I hate getting all emo about everything.

Or maybe I'm just PMSing really bad. Whatever, go away now. Shoo.

The boss, the burger and the baby

My boss is really scary. I think I've said that earlier. But still. He must be acknowledged in every work related post. He is, very scary indeed. Think Rufus Scrimgeour. He fired someone today. The office was filled with a grim silence, occasionally broken by casual humour related to the incident. It's true. Humour is the best solace. And shield.

I brought a very healthy lunch to the office today. Brown bread sandwich with pastrami chicken slices and a hint of mustard. Yum, no? NO. These guys were ordering burgers and I got... lured in. It's sad because my diet's been going pretty well. I looked decently professional in my work pants and blouse today. Must not become a land whale. Have to resist the enchantingly powerful seduction of ze beef burgher.

Lastly, the baby. Hassam. He's the son of a co worker who works in the journalism department here. Mashallah, he's the cutest and most well behaved kid I've seen. (Except that one kid who was riding with us on the greyhound from Ohio to Pennsylvania. That kid didn't cry even once.) It's amazing to see how this kid was born here, and is spending his most crucial development days here too. I realized this when today, for the very first time, he tried to sit up all my himself and everyone including the mother exclaimed with joy.

This kid is really lucky. Not only does he have superwoman as his mother, but a loving virtual family of professionals who care for him like their own. :')

Oh look. Another conspiracy theory. -__-

A devil eyed Tribune with David's Star as it's mouth. 

So badass it hurts.

I’m torn between two extreme emotions as I go through the ‘official’ Facebook page against The Express Tribune. Hysterical lulz and desolate disappointment. Both as powerful as the other.
The page claims to be waging a war against ‘the secular terrorism of Express Tribune’. What’s amazing is that they prove every point the Tribune is trying to highlight that is wrong with the Pakistani society today.

These people fail to see how ET highlights issues and brings facts to the table. It’s called reporting and frankly, I think that’s pretty much what a newspaper is supposed to do. What ever is inferred by the readership does not represent the organization.

The ‘blogs’ section of the ET website has been targeted the most. Blogs are widely read and appreciated. Not because of the ‘anti Islamic’ content but because they provide material from the people, to the people. They serve as a healthy discussion forum in which the interchange of ideas helps change opinions for a better intellectually equipped community.

Controversial topics such as gay rights, prostitution and the likes are simply brought forth. It’s the right of the average Pakistani to be aware of what exists in the society. What opinions he holds about the topic and what he chooses to do is his decision.

If the admins of the page had any objection to what was being expressed, they should have done the following.

1. Read and understood the following disclaimer: The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necessarily reflect the views and policies of The Express Tribune.
   
   
2. Left a comment stating their stance on the issue.

3. Wrote a counter blog post about the issue and sent it in to blog@tribune.com.pk

It would have been much more productive and effective. ‘Jew TV’, ‘DJews’ and the seemingly LGBT pro symbol of HumTV is old news. The ‘Sexpress Tribune’ seems to be the latest rallying point for the saviours of the Islamic Republic. Intricately crafted conspiracy theories, misunderstood inferences and obviously, their most important weapon ‘hate’ is what they’re using to rally up supporters for their campaign. Oh and they’re using ‘Facebook’ for their campaign which is a Jewish website. Good going bros.

Sadly, they don’t understand the satirical nature of the blogs. It’s a language tool. It’s called post ironic humour. It helps bring a topic into view using obnoxious exaggeration. The point is to get you thinking. Not to lead you astray.

I’m disappointed that these people think Islam is this vulnerable. Believe me guys, an ‘eye’ symbol can not hurt Islam or its followers. But the abusive words you’ve used against the people you’re targeting surely can. Since you’re too busy running around in circles of rage inside your box of a brain, you’ve forgotten the Islamic etiquette of respectful discourse.

I was pleased to see that some readers did have the intellect required to research the links and ‘evidence’ posted on their wall. The comments that asked these guys to lighten up made me smile. At least someone paid attention in comprehension class.

I commented about my views on their wall. They removed my comment. Hence, I’m forced to write this blog post. This is important for me you see. I’ve written for the ET blogs and I intern at HumTV. According to them, I must be a Zionist lesbian. Which I’m not. 


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Here's the link to the facebook page.


https://www.facebook.com/ExposingExpressTribune

The silent spectator

The most frustrating moments in life are when you are left helpless. Not because you are weak or incapable. But because you are not at the right place, at the right time to do something about the situation which is irking you.

You want to give everything you have, everything you possess and everything you are, just to make it all okay. Because no matter what, this little dilemma bothering you will not let you sleep at night. It won't go away like all the other times you've been the silent spectator witnessing someone else's suffering. It will engulf your every second in a faint, nudging sort of ache.

You'll try to forget about it. You'll try to engage yourself in something you enjoy. You'll be completely and blissfully happy with your life. And yet, secret midnight tears will streak your pillow. Because you are helpless. And this time, the one suffering is one of your own.

Silver Lining

I know your heart is breaking. The green and white paint on your face is probably messed up because of the sweat and if you're too dramatic, tears. It hurts doesn't it? Defeat. Well, I'm going to take you through the five stages of grief my fellow Pakistani cricket enthusiast.

Denial:

No. This is not happening. It's not possible. We're the best. We were doing so good. This isn't true. There must be something wrong here. THEY CHEATED. Yes. They've put their kaafir black magic spells on the pitch. Bas. Warna hum kaisay haar saktey hain bhei?

Anger:

Misbah and Younus. You bloody h*****s. And you Indians. You smelly cheating Indians. Let's rip out their intestines and feed them to the crows. We don't know exactly how you did it, but when we find out...*glares*

You better not sleep. Cause we're coming to get you.

Bargaining:

If we would have prayed more, maybe we would have won? Shit man, I should have recited 'Ya Fatahoo' like that forward msg said and sent it to all my friends. Shit. Oh God why? You should have kept it raining. We could have just flown to the finals. Why???

Depression:

Let the pain take over. Feel it fellow fan. Feel our loss. India will be in the final, might even win. We've lost. Yeap. I know it hurts.

Cry.

Let it all out.

Acceptance:

It's okay. It's just a game. I mean, we did do great throughout the world cup. So what if we lost now. We were in the top 4! That's pretty good. We beat the Aussies! That's gotta mean something. And we did have some good moments in today's match.

Afridi is still as cute as anything. Pakola still tastes great.

Hey. Let's celebrate anyways, and show them we don't care about their 'world cup'. We still support our men in green. Let's greet them with smiles because let's face it.

We're still better looking.

*Puts on shades* Deal with it.

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- lon3lygurl123

No boyfraand. No lahver. Only a creepo stalker and a best friend who is already in a relationship. Even if she wan single, she's a she. And I am not a lesbian. I think. Yes, no, I'm straight. So, lonelygurl4u.