August 1st, 2018 / 05:51 PM

They don’t understand the waves that reach the shores.

They don’t understand the songs they carry.

They don’t understand the things they speak.

They don’t.


March 17, 2018 / 10:59 PM

Many memories that are connected with Lahore are quite explosive, a few of them quite literally. For every man, love is no less than an explosion. Everyone talks about how they happen to be present only a few hundred yards away from the site of unrest. In reality, no one wants to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.  I woke up to the sad news of an explosion that took the lives of 7 policemen who were stationed at the entrance of a gathering of religious fanatics. Many rituals serve to keep the lights on for a handful of mullahs and have nothing to do with religion in the first place. Seriously, if you want to preach something why not preach your religion to a person who is of the opposite belief instead of singing the same song to someone who sings the same or even might be able to sing a lot better than the mullah. Whether a person is of your belief or not, it does not justify that they are targeted in any way. The religion that was taught to me teaches tolerance at all levels. However, the religion being preached at most corners nowadays is full of hate and violence the ripples of which reached the place of gathering today. Nobody likes policemen yet those who lost their lives today are also from the same society and very human. Our hearts and prayers go out for them. As an observer and as a citizen, I cannot stop from looking at one obvious fact – why does the wave of trouble rise just before the election. Twice can be a coincidence but more than twice he is way more than a mere coincidence. But we have become so blind by our everyday tragedies and our everyday addiction that in less than 24 hours we fail to evolve ourselves as a nation instead of a mass blinded by our own tiny beliefs and led by monsters in beards. I thought that I was being biased but the feeling faded when I saw the pictures of mullahs in the next morning’s newspaper. They all belonged to different sects but they were standing unanimously and asking the people to vote for them in the upcoming elections. YouTube is an excellent repository for finding videos as proof of hate speech by many of these mullahs who for sure would never even bother to offer their prayers in the mosque of another sect. Do you think religion is that crazy to divide people? It is the people who are crazy that they let themselves be divided. This divide is the first step that leads to such explosive tragedies. Lahore bleeds again and this makes me sad. 


March 13th, 2018 / 05:43 PM

The subject of paranormal and Ghosts have fascinated people from across cultures. I have come across a new graphic novel. That is the reason why a lot of recent commercially successful movies and dramas are of the genre of paranormal and unexplained. Events of 1947 have divided a bigger piece of land But from my perspective I think that the border is separating people who have different beliefs about ghosts. Sadly the more closer you are towards that border the more possibility of getting contaminated from the beliefs of the opposite side exist. Just look at the people from across the border. A lot of them believe that if somebody is wrongfully murdered and their Aatma comes to take revenge.  I had this question since I was a child whose mind was Somewhat damaged because of these beliefs shown in the movies. So if an Atma comes and murders a man then the Aatma of that man will continue to do the same and eventually everybody on this planet would die. That is one way of saying how the human race will perish and frankly it is a very boring possibility which I cannot believe even if I was living on the opposite side of the border. But all the great religions of the world have talked about the extension of life beyond the moment everybody believes as death. There are many books and debate about what life is and what that actually means. Nobody from the other side has ever called back and told anybody about what and how the other side looks like. Besides it is this obscurity of truth  which takes the hold of fascination of man and pushes him to write about the subject of peculiar. almost one third of the books that I have read revolve around the topics of mystery and paranormal. Many people don’t know that there is a dedicated streaming service  for horror movies only. just like Netflix, we have the matchless service called shudder. it is no less than a blessing for somebody who likes horror and paranormal. religion is something majority of people living in Pakistan are very sentimental about. a lot of people have been killed just because their religious beliefs were different.And religion talks about the world hereafter and death which is why our writers and philosophers have polluted the stories they have created with the beliefs they follow. a Pakistani writer always brings someone from the mosque to clear A Haunted House. Who would a Christian man bring in Philippines if a house is Haunted?Just like humans are divided into groups religions and cultures, so are the ghost and all the hideous monsters who appear in our books and movies. When I heard about the graphic novel Djinn, I was a little sceptical because I was raised in a country seeing people fight over language, colour and religion and I thought that the ghost mentioned in the book would be as extremist as the people who created them. Created by Jean Dufaux, Djinn is a story of a girl, Kim who travels to Istanbul in search of answers about her grandmother’s shadowy past. She soon learns that during the declining days of the Ottoman Empire, her grandmother was a harem girl, and the favorite of the Sultan. As she finds more evidence, the mystery thickens and she finds herself dealing with crooked characters and determined paramours in bookshops, baths, and bedchambers all over the ancient city. 

The Creeps

March 12th, 2018 / 04:32 PM


 ڈاؤ کے دنوں میں ایک کتاب کے بارے میں پڑھا. کوئی پروفیسر صاحب ہیں جنہیں بچپن سے تصویریں بنانے کا شوق تھا لیکن کچھ وجوہات کی بنا پر زندگی نے ان کو یہ کام کرنے نہیں دیا مگر پچھلے کچھ سال سے ان کے پاس کچھ لوگ آئے جو ان پروفیسر صاحب کو مختلف فوبیا کے بارے میں بتاتے جن سے جو بچپن سے دوچار ہیں. پروفیسر صاحب نے ایک تصویر بنائی . بعد میں بہت سی ایسی تصویریں وجود میں آئیں جو ان لوگوں کے فوبیا کو بیان کرتی ہیں آئیڈیا تو بہت بے مثال تھا اس تصویریں بنانے والے پروفیسر کا ٹمبلر اکاونٹ بھی ہے جہاں پر وہ بہت عرصے سے ان تصویروں کو شائع کرتے آ رہے ہیں. پہلی بار میں نے بھی ان کو ٹمبلر پر ہی دریافت کیا. ایک روز مجھے پتہ چلا کہ انہوں نے بہت ساری اچھی تصویروں کو جمع کر کے ایک کتاب بناڈالی. بدقسمتی کہ وہ کتاب پاکستان میں میسر نہیں. تو مجھے وہ کتاب درآمد کرنی پڑی لیکن اس کے لیے چھ ہفتے لگے. صبر کرنے مشکل تھا تو میں نے آئی ٹیونز سے وہ کتاب ڈاؤنلوڈ کرلی. اس بات کو اب چار برس گزر چکے ہیں مجھے پھر سے پتہ چلا کہ پروفیسر نے اپنی کتاب کا دوسرا حصہ شائع کر دیا. میں جانتا ہوں کہ مزید چھ ہفتے انتظار میرے بس کا روگ نہیں. میں نے کچھ گھنٹے پہلے وہ کتاب ڈاؤنلوڈ کرلی اور اب وہ کتاب ختم ہونے کو ہے .لیکن آس پاس شور بہت ہے اور کسی بھی کتاب کو ختم کرنے کے لیے دوچیزیں درکار ہیں ایک خاموشی اور دوسرا وہ کتاب خود. اچھا ہے جب سے نئی جگہ نوکری شروع ہوئی ہے میں 300 کتابیں کھا چکا ہوں جن میں سے اڑتالیس 2018 کی ہیں. جس کو موقع ملے وہ یہ کتاب ضرور پڑھے. کیا پتا کوئی ایسا خوف آپ کے اندر بھی پل رہا ہوں جس سے آپ اب تک نہیں جانتے


March 9th, 2018 / 06:11 PM

دل کو توفیق زیاں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے
زہر غم بادہ چکاں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

فکر تپ تپ کے نکھرتی رہے کندن کی طرح 
آگ سینے کی جواں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

دھیمی دھیمی سی نوا سلسلہ جنبان ابد 
پردۂ جاں میں نہاں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

دھڑکنیں صورت الفاظ بکھرتی جائیں 
دل معانی کی زباں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

آنچ مٹی کے کھلونوں کی طرح ملتی جائے 
ذہن خوابوں سے تپاں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

روزن ماہ سے پچھلے پہر اک شوخ لقا 
جانب دل نگراں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

روح شب اپنی اداؤں کی تب و تاب لیے 
خلوت آرائے بیاں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

ایک سیال کسک جادہ کشائے تخلیق 
فن کی نبضوں میں رواں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے 

تجربے درد کی شبنم میں نہائیں حرمتؔ 
گل فشاں شعلۂ جاں ہو تو غزل ہوتی ہے
حرمت الااکرام


March 7th, 2018 / 06:26 PM

Art and crime. It is true that over the years my interests have cooled down. Every colour fades which is why we all become silent and more life accepting as we grow old. But it would be a crime itself if someone gives up his core interests that define him. I know friend who is a poet. She is a lot of other things too including a patriot a daughter and a doctor etc., But one defining element of your life is the ability God bestow upon her of being a poet. I tried to create equally balancing lines but I failed. That experiment made me realise that not everybody is equally God gifted. Life has made a few robbers and a few policemen. I guess that is a balance of the universe. If there is somebody who can write then there must be somebody who can draw. If there is somebody who can create music then there must be someone who can make the words wear that music. She is one such person. Poetry close out of her. Her words will surely outlive her life. But what if one day she decides that she wants to stop poetry because she feels old and faded. Now that would be a crime. Over years we all develop interests that come and go. But a few interests are the ones that develop us. And we take so dedicated steps in achieving our liking towards those interests that an observer can easily pinpoint our dedication for the interest. A few of the still surviving interests that I have is drawing. Yes it’s also a fact that I don’t upload any creation in the public domain now as much as I used to in the past. But it does not mean that I have stopped doing anything that gives me happiness drawing and photography being the two of them. My last post was about newspapers and the crime section they have. Last night and inspiration hit me very strong and hard. I came across a news which is giving me an itch to create something. In fact as I type this the rough outline of that inspiration is born on paper. People who keep their eyes and ears open for learning knowledge and inspiration and not just for stalking someone and finding out if somebody has created a Facebook or Twitter page are the people who can pass on what they have learnt. But I guess for mothers who have nothing better to do at home after changing the diapers of the kids it is easy to stalk the men they flirted with before either their child wakes up or their husband returns from work. There must be one such section in the newspapers too.


March 6th, 2018 / 05:01 PM

One of the few pages I never fail to skip in every newspaper are the crimes and court section. My daily start of the day involve five newspapers that I read. No I am not a journalist And every time I have tried to find why I am still addicted to this old medium of news in the age of Twitter especially when it’s polluted by many classless desis. Twitter was one of my most favourite social spaces but with time I have only found it to be declining and declining. The old screenshots that I have from earlier days show that Twitter used to have a better population which created a better space. It was reflected in the hashtags of that time. But stop whatever you are doing and just look at the hashtags from Pakistan now. The quality has deteriorated to a point that you would not want to waste your creative energy flowing through the sewage called Twitter. After stopping my presence and all these social places I am able to finish more than 50 books every year for the last 3 years in a row. But even after all this debacle my love for newspapers still exist. But instead of going for the more traditional medium of paper I am able to read 5 of them online and 3 as their digital editions. All these newspapers a section that I never failed to read is the crime and courts section. The people who commit crimes are humans. Everyone is quick enough to judge them and even prosecute them to the point where the are bound to spend times of your life behind bars. But nobody raises the question of wire crime was done in the first place. Every cube of news from even the remotest parts of the country that bring such news of crime always knock some portions of my mind and make me ask myself why a person who did that did so in the first place? It is very hard to look inside the heart and mind of a person. That is the reason why we judge others based on their actions and based on what they say and if the two things don’t converge, enable the person under our judgement as unworthy. Our words and our actions are just reflections of our mind and our feelings and our intentions. But sometimes no matter how much gold someone has buried inside them what the other see just me and knife made out of gold which was used to murder someone. It is not one person who gets murdered but a part of the social fabric is torn each and every time someone breaks the law. From my earliest memories to the current ones whenever I have read such crime and Courts news I feel as nothing is changed over decades. Man is as Savage as he was many years ago. Would you guarantee that a person who has been to a university or has any sort of higher formal education not capable of any crime or not capable of breaking any law? I was thinking about this when I saw a person in a very expensive car and very expensive suit driving his car in the wrong direction. He might have been a driver but I know that he was not because he is the head of the department where I work. I would suggest everyone to start reading this one section of any newspaper they can get on a daily basis. Trust me it is an inspiration to write fiction. You need truths to tell a lie. And you need to create a lie to tell a few truths.


March 2nd, 2018 / 11:02 PM

سنا ہے  گورنمنٹ سب کچھ دیکھ رہی ہے۔ یہ بھی سنا ہے کہ گورنمنٹ سب کچھ سن رہی ہے۔ اس سے ایک چیز کا دلاسہ تو ہوتا ہے کہ اور کوئی سنے یا نہ سنے  کم از کم کوئی تو ہے جو میری باتیں سن رہا ہے۔ اکثر لوگوں کے لیے یہ فکر کی بات نہیں لیکن مجھے کبھی کبھی اس حقیقت سے خوف آتا ہے کہ وہ جذبہ جسے میں کسی تیسرے یا شاید کبھی کسی دوسرے سے بھی بانٹ نہ سکوں وہ کوئی مٹی سے بنا ہوا انسان جو اسی گورنمنٹ کے لیے کام کر رہا ہے وہ ان جذبوں کو دیکھ بھی رہا ہے سن بھی رہا ہے اور سمجھ بھی رہا ہے۔ کسی ایک انسان کے پاس ایسی طاقت کا آجانا خطرے کی علامت ہے جو طاقت صرف انسان سے اوپر کی طاقت ہی کو زیب دیتی ہے. کسی کا پیچھا کرنا بہت مہنگا ہے. یہ کسی کی سنی ہوئی بات نہیں. خود کر کے دیکھ چکا ہوں. لوگوں سے مار پڑنے کا ڈر پولیس سے پکڑے جانے کا خوف اور ساتھ ہی ساتھ اس چیز کا بھی امکان کہ جس کا پیچھا کر رہا ہوں وہ بچ کر ہی نہ نکل جائے موجود رہتا ہے. لیکن اس بندے کے لیے کیا خوف جو میرے لکھے ہوئے ہر لفظ کو پڑھ رہا ہے، ہر پیغام اس کی آنکھوں سے گزرتا رہے، کوئی تصویر اس سے چھپی نہیں. میرے اکیلے کی بات ہو تو شاید سمجھوتا کر بھی لوں. لیکن گفتگو کا کوئی دوسرا سرا بھی ہوتا ہے. پچھلے کچھ ماہ کے اخبارات ایسی خبروں سے بھرے ہیں جس میں حکومت کے لوگوں نے اور اداروں نے عام شہریوں کی گفتگو پر نظر رکھی. میں نے اپنے ساتھ کام کرنے والے ایک ڈاکٹر کو اس حقیقت کے بارے میں بتایا. تو اس نے بھی وہی کہا جو اس سے پہلے پانچ لوگ بول چکے تھے کہ میرے پاس ایسے کون سے راز ہیں جو اگر گورنمنٹ کو پتہ چلے بھی تو میرا کوئی نقصان ہو جائے گا. گھر آ کر میں نے فرصت کے لمحے میں ایک نیی ایپلیکیشن دریافت کی جس کی سب سے بڑی خوبی یہ ہےکہ اس پر کی جانے والی گفتگو کوئی تیسرا نہیں سن سکتا. کم ازکم ابھی تک تو صورتحال ایسی ہی ہے. مگر گورنمنٹ آپکو کب سکون سے رہنے دے گی. مگر جونہی میں نے یہ اپلیکیشن چلائی وہاں گفتگو کرنے والا کوئی نہیں تھا. مجھے ایسا لگا جیسے میں کسی ویران قصبے میں آگیا . وہاں وہ کمبخت بھی نہیں تھا جو میری ہر بات پڑھاتا ہے سنتا ہے سمجھتا ہے. مگر وہ وہاں ضرور تھا جو صرف بات ہی نہیں دل کی ہر خواہش کو بھی جانتا ہے لیکن پھر بھی میری ساری دعائیں پوری نہیں کرتا


March 1st, 2018 / 10:44 PM

I had been writing what comes to my mind for many years now. It is true that words craft history and history crafts words. We have seen many people try to forge history into their own favour by simply changing the words which reach an innocent mind. Just look at the movies from the last month. People from a particular religion are trying to portray a very Falls version of the reality or at least that version of the reality which we already have accepted for many years. But who knows that might be another similarities buy a man or a group of men trying to write history the easier way i.e., by simply changing a few words and monitoring the medium so that people start accepting the truth which is nothing but fabricated. It is very hard to separate truth from what actually occurred. Just try to find a few 20 year old pictures of the place you have studied. Sadly you would not find many because either of two realities. First the data from that time does not exist. Second if somebody even took pictures or collected any form of data from that time the data is in such a medium that it exists in the personal collection of the person who created it or collected it and has not made any way for any person from the modern time to find it. That’s the reason whenever I try to find old pictures of the places I have visited or lived, I don’t find any substantial amount of data because either people have failed to create the data or they failed to let any of the data they created reach us. Now consider the history which was taught to us in our schools and colleges. After the collapse of any civilization people following that civilization come to the reality that what was taught to their students was nothing more than a pro government propaganda. 500 years ago India and Pakistan were one combined piece of land. But after opening any modern History book you would find the same heroes turned villain as you cross the border. It is because the governments across the border at different and they would simply label the heroes of the other side as villains. It is a very old war. The War fought by words. Or if I put it better The War fought by manipulating words. A lot of the things I have done are very boring. Yet from my perspective I still find them important enough that I have documented almost all of them. There have been moments when I had no camera with me and the only memory of that event is what is in my head. That is why I try to write them down before I am diagnosed with Alzheimer’s if I reached the old age. But being human I fear that even I can try to contaminate reality in my favour by manipulating words and creating moments that had never happened. But if I had done anything of that sort, there would be no boring moments at all. Hence the proof of the reality is the boring flavor itself. A very old soul lives inside me that still finds paper for more attractive than any other modern medium in the advent of social media. I have a carton which is full of pages and diaries from the past years. For the first time in life I saw a Moleskine at a stationery shop in Dubai. The shop was closed and I was about to miss my flight which is why I was never able to buy it. That regret haunted me for some years. Even when I moved to Karachi, I asked so many vendors to import them. But every time they had a reason for not doing so. Yesterday I went to a place where I never expected to find a moleskine. Just the sight of that was a pleasant surprise much like the time travel itself and seeing again an ex who now is a fat, ugly mother of a child. But the most time was still as slim as it was many years ago. I Wonder What I would write on it. There are some stories and words that still exist only in the head. I am too careful about my words but the pages on which these words appear have been misplaced more than once. I hope the moleskine I just got keeps them protected, inspired and safe until I pass these words to someone worthy.

Murder. Mystery. Mahesh.

February 5th, 2018 / 04:08 AM
I heard the news of a politician and his wife being found in a room after being shot dead. It looks like a plot from the next Hollywood blockbuster but I guess even someone from Pakistan would not try to make a movie or at least a drama on this happening. A famous politician of Sindh was found dead and in two days the police have come to a conclusion that first he shot his wife. Later on he committed suicide. I have lived in neighborhoods where people are more friendly and open to each other. At least that is one way of defining a poor neighborhood. A perk of a poor neighborhood is that people know a lot of about their neighbours. This can be a blessing sometimes while mostly it’s a nuisance.  The investigations are still underway but the official statement that comes from the department of investigation states that the politician had doubts about the character of his wife which is why he first killed her and then took his own life. If anyone can get inspiration from this news and even the cast from this country, then that would be Mahesh Bhatt. I mean just look at it. The story has glamour, the story as politics and even a bit of sex. A politician kills his wife. Thick plots. Tall houses. If I had money in spare, I would definitely Invest in making a movie about it. But remember, truth is not always that comes to you from official sources. What if there is more to the story. I tried to follow up on that news story which happened in the same neighborhood a few months back where a security guard killed a boy of a powerful policeman. God knows what happened next but what we heard from the newspapers and television back then was that the Bodyguard had relationships with the mother of that boy and the boy found both of them together in a room one night. That led to a fight which the security guard claims to be just an accident. I don’t know what happened to that guard. Who knows what happens behind tall and thick walls in a posh neighborhood. Many have a fetish about this subject. I live in an apartment the balcony of which blesses me with decent views that sometimes become indecent. Now that is a story I also like especially when I have more than one cameras and long zoom lenses. Mahesh Bhatt is not wanted in this case at all. I don’t like him in the first place, the kharish wala director.

Minister and His Wife
Minister and His Wife

(Random photograph)