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My Beloved Pakistan
07-Dec-2007
My Beloved Pakistan (by Ahmad Babar):
Over the course of the past few days I have been criticized for not doing anything against the current situation prevailing in my country and not being a part of any demonstrations. Before I begin to state my side of the story, I want to reassure everyone that I love my country if not more than, then at least as much as anyone reading this does. I pray for it's future and prosperity every single day, I am willing to sacrifice all that I have in order to defend it but is going to protests where the authorities don't even allow us to calmly get our point across and very conveniently arrest us instead the way to go about it? Is it really prudent to show one-day heroics? I think not.
What good I or for that matter anyone else be if we are arrested or become a part of the "privileged" *Missing Persons List*? I am not a political leader, nor am I the child of one. I don't belong to a big business family, no one will come to save me, no one will be there to defend my loved ones. In a mere second, my voice will be snubbed and probably a group or two will be made on facebook/orkut in my memory. Someone will remember me for the poems I write, some for being a friend but majority will remember me as the fool who played too smart. There is a reason why our religion, Islam, has told us not to start movements against those that rule us. Yes, we should indeed voice our concerns but should not in any manner whatsoever either create unrest or give them a chance to justify their atrocities. When the Kufar of Makkah went overboard, the Holy Prophet [PBUH] and his people were told to migrate to a different land and from there try and explain to the world their purpose. Similar happened when Pakistan got independence 60 years ago. The Muslims of the sub-continent saw that protests don't you anywhere. You need leaders.
I know it's a habbit of ours to criticize our leaders and establishments and to call them corrupt but where do these people come from? Do they fall from the sky or rise from the oceans? Neither, they come from amongst us. We create them, WE ARE THEM. The military, yes it does great service for our country but was it really necessary to creat such a hype about them? To give them an out-of-this world status so much so that we unconsciouslly gave them a certificate to do anything they want to do!
It hurts to admit the fact that we are a society which doesn't know where it is headed. Everyone is waiting for the other to do something and for most, the wait never ends. And the poor souls that do try to bring about a change, don't really know what they want. For so many years now we have been hearing about how Mr. Musharraf should go and how bad he has been, I am not saying here that he hasn't been, but do we really know what we will do when he goes? We hear "Go Musharraf Go" but not about what's going to happen after him. And is he really any different from any of us? He is selfish, power-thursty, money-hungry. Now what does that definition remind us of? US!! Every single one of us. It's really sad to see that as long as we are doing something it's fine but the moment someone else does it, we blame them. We tell them just how wrong they are and we want them done away with. How can we, if we can, justify this?
Take a look at the political leaders of the past, what did they do with their chances? Some people say that they were never given their full qouta of tenure but let's suppose that the 2 or 3 years that they did have, what achivements did they make? Hardly any. Now, no one is completely good and no one is completely bad. Every one does both good and bad things. Take a look at our judges, were they always right througout their careers?? and the lawyers, have they all always been good?
Coming back to protests and demonstrations, what good is it doing for anyone of us? Children missing out on school, ill deprived of medical care, trades losing business, etc. And at the end of the day, the authorities come in and arrest those protesting, their day's job done!
We are today living in a world which is no longer private, you can't always trust those around you, you never know who might go and tell on you and what they tell is a whole different story. Leave alone e-mails, now every text-message that you send out is being monitored. The Army Act is in place, you will never know what hit you if you decide to raise your voice. Look at what happened to the Media, which I do believe had also gone a little too overboard - but then again don't we all? :-). Those like me, who aren't afraid for themselves are held back by the thought of their families and loved ones!
So, what should we do? where should we head, the simple answer is education and awareness! If we let people know what their rights are and not only just that, we show them the way to properly get them, people will rise. But when the masses see those talking about their rights not getting any themselves, their hopes will only dampen further and they will stop caring, as most already have, about who is in power. All they will worry about is the price of potatoes, pulses, rice and wheat.
In the end, the most important thing to do is to change ourselves, to improve. As someone once said, the way to change the world is to do it One Act of Random Kindness at a time. Before going and changing the face of the country/world, first help change what's around you and better things will follow themselves. Give Respect to Earn Respect!
And remember, the pen is mightier than the sword. Keep safe and keep praying. Pray for your Country, Pray for you People! And for crying out loud, start loving and stop hating! and before you criticize others, criticize yourself and rectify so that when you tell someone else they are wrong, they can't say , "Right back at you"!
Fi-Imaan-Allah.
My Beloved Pakistan (by Ahmad Babar):
Over the course of the past few days I have been criticized for not doing anything against the current situation prevailing in my country and not being a part of any demonstrations. Before I begin to state my side of the story, I want to reassure everyone that I love my country if not more than, then at least as much as anyone reading this does. I pray for it's future and prosperity every single day, I am willing to sacrifice all that I have in order to defend it but is going to protests where the authorities don't even allow us to calmly get our point across and very conveniently arrest us instead the way to go about it? Is it really prudent to show one-day heroics? I think not.
What good I or for that matter anyone else be if we are arrested or become a part of the "privileged" *Missing Persons List*? I am not a political leader, nor am I the child of one. I don't belong to a big business family, no one will come to save me, no one will be there to defend my loved ones. In a mere second, my voice will be snubbed and probably a group or two will be made on facebook/orkut in my memory. Someone will remember me for the poems I write, some for being a friend but majority will remember me as the fool who played too smart. There is a reason why our religion, Islam, has told us not to start movements against those that rule us. Yes, we should indeed voice our concerns but should not in any manner whatsoever either create unrest or give them a chance to justify their atrocities. When the Kufar of Makkah went overboard, the Holy Prophet [PBUH] and his people were told to migrate to a different land and from there try and explain to the world their purpose. Similar happened when Pakistan got independence 60 years ago. The Muslims of the sub-continent saw that protests don't you anywhere. You need leaders.
I know it's a habbit of ours to criticize our leaders and establishments and to call them corrupt but where do these people come from? Do they fall from the sky or rise from the oceans? Neither, they come from amongst us. We create them, WE ARE THEM. The military, yes it does great service for our country but was it really necessary to creat such a hype about them? To give them an out-of-this world status so much so that we unconsciouslly gave them a certificate to do anything they want to do!
It hurts to admit the fact that we are a society which doesn't know where it is headed. Everyone is waiting for the other to do something and for most, the wait never ends. And the poor souls that do try to bring about a change, don't really know what they want. For so many years now we have been hearing about how Mr. Musharraf should go and how bad he has been, I am not saying here that he hasn't been, but do we really know what we will do when he goes? We hear "Go Musharraf Go" but not about what's going to happen after him. And is he really any different from any of us? He is selfish, power-thursty, money-hungry. Now what does that definition remind us of? US!! Every single one of us. It's really sad to see that as long as we are doing something it's fine but the moment someone else does it, we blame them. We tell them just how wrong they are and we want them done away with. How can we, if we can, justify this?
Take a look at the political leaders of the past, what did they do with their chances? Some people say that they were never given their full qouta of tenure but let's suppose that the 2 or 3 years that they did have, what achivements did they make? Hardly any. Now, no one is completely good and no one is completely bad. Every one does both good and bad things. Take a look at our judges, were they always right througout their careers?? and the lawyers, have they all always been good?
Coming back to protests and demonstrations, what good is it doing for anyone of us? Children missing out on school, ill deprived of medical care, trades losing business, etc. And at the end of the day, the authorities come in and arrest those protesting, their day's job done!
We are today living in a world which is no longer private, you can't always trust those around you, you never know who might go and tell on you and what they tell is a whole different story. Leave alone e-mails, now every text-message that you send out is being monitored. The Army Act is in place, you will never know what hit you if you decide to raise your voice. Look at what happened to the Media, which I do believe had also gone a little too overboard - but then again don't we all? :-). Those like me, who aren't afraid for themselves are held back by the thought of their families and loved ones!
So, what should we do? where should we head, the simple answer is education and awareness! If we let people know what their rights are and not only just that, we show them the way to properly get them, people will rise. But when the masses see those talking about their rights not getting any themselves, their hopes will only dampen further and they will stop caring, as most already have, about who is in power. All they will worry about is the price of potatoes, pulses, rice and wheat.
In the end, the most important thing to do is to change ourselves, to improve. As someone once said, the way to change the world is to do it One Act of Random Kindness at a time. Before going and changing the face of the country/world, first help change what's around you and better things will follow themselves. Give Respect to Earn Respect!
And remember, the pen is mightier than the sword. Keep safe and keep praying. Pray for your Country, Pray for you People! And for crying out loud, start loving and stop hating! and before you criticize others, criticize yourself and rectify so that when you tell someone else they are wrong, they can't say , "Right back at you"!
Fi-Imaan-Allah.
Friday, November 30, 2007
The Year That Was....
30-11-2007
The year that was… (by Ahmad Babar):
WOW. It’s been one heck of a year. By the way, unlike the past two years, I have decided not to write a poem/song about the past year and I have changed the date of writing this from my birthday on the 21st of this month to today, an event that marks the first anniversary of an interesting day. Just 12 months ago all was going well, virtually perfect till that one fatal moment, stroke of luck if you may call it when came along that unfortunate electric shock and things took a different turn. All that I had been working for started to wither away, or did it? It’s something I am not sure of right now but like all things, I hope it’s turns out to be for the best in the future.
2 months of bed rest, distorted vision, damaged nerves and God Knows what else, I started to wonder if I could really come back from all of this. ALHAMDULILLAH I started to. Restarted working out, hockey and studies in February/March and things started to look great again. I managed to fully let go of something for good, an event that turned to be both pleasing and strangely sad. Started going to competitions and being myself again. The body was coming in shape again, the vision was improving as well but like they say, at times things are just too good to be true. Another hurdle came in my life and to add to it, along came the stupid back-injury. I still wonder how could I have been so careless that day.
Another two and half months of bed-rest came my way, the CGPA fell and the body started to balloon up. It was an enormous task to see all that I had worked for going away and not being able to do much about it other than just lying flat on either my bed or the sofa. Things started to go gloomier and gloomier, I was faced with a Poet’s Bloc for months, broke it shortly and then was faced with it again. It was as if God was trying to tell me something that I wasn’t able to understand fully at that time. Missed opportunities went by and all I could conjure up out of it all was gratitude and humbleness. The once flying . aB . was going through a bad phase.
Then came August and I started concentrating on my job opportunities and ALHAMDULILLAH, MashAllah, I am sitting here in a good enough post and on my way to a better one in around a week’s time InshAllah. Can’t hide this smile that is appearing on my face right now as I realize the Greater Plan.
I know most of what I have written above doesn’t really make sense but in a way it all does. Throughout the past year, I made many a friends, and thankfully lost a few as well. How true is it seeming right now that only when you are down do you actually realize who your true friends are. People that I truly loved and thought would always stand by my side left without any apparent feeling of guilt and those that I couldn’t even imagine to ever talk to, turned out to be some of my closest friends, some even did TV shows with me.
Any way, as I take a final look back, it’s been one of the best years of my life MashAllah. I entered the media field, did TV shows, started writing for newspapers, performed recitals in front of hundreds of people on one of the biggest events Lahore has seen in the past year, been a part of the organization team of the other, made quite a few discoveries and found some amazing friends. And most importantly for me, I came out a better, much stronger man. Let’s see what the future holds.
Thank you all. Love you all for the support and love.
Adios.
Monday, November 26, 2007
My interview with TPS
http://www.pakspectator.com/
http://www.pakspectator.com/interview-with-blogger-ahmad-babar/
What do you think sets Your blog apart from other blogs?
Probably its simplicity. I just publish what I feel. Plus, I am not much of a blog reader so can’t really say how different it is from others’ blogs.
If you could choose one characteristic you have that brought you success, what would it be?
Success?
If you could pick a travel destination, anywhere in the world, with no worries about how it'spaid for - what would your top 3 choices be?
What is your favorite book and why?
Really hard to answer this one.
What's the first thing you notice about a person (whether you know them or not)?
Their eyes. For me, the eyes always give the person away.
Do you think Pakistani politicians could benefit from the social networks and things like twitter?
Being a slave of such networks myself, I would have to say, Yes, Pakistani politicians can certainly benefit from such social networks as it would give them an insight to what the youth want and feel.
How Pakistani bloggers can benefit from blogs financially?
Honestly, for me writing and blogging has nothing to do with finances. Yes, if doing what you love gets you a few bucks through sales and sponsorships, well and good but it shouldn’t be done for finances to begin with.
Do you think Pakistani bloggers tend to remain somewhat self-centered and really don't go out of their shells? Is it the oriental style of blogging, or they are still unsure about it?
As I usually don’t get to visit blogs, can’t say much but blogging is meant to be about the blogger and his/her feelings as far as I am concerned.
Is it true that who has a successful blog has an awful lot of time on their hands?
I beg to differ. A successful blog is one that is read by a lot of people and you don’t have to be sitting in front of your PC all day long for that to happen. All you need to do is just post quality stuff.
What are your thoughts on corporate blogs and what do you think the biggest advantages and disadvantages are?
Can’t really say much.
Does it pain you or proud you that we have made a history by electing a uniform general as our president?
“Electing”?? That’s a good one. More like planted or thrust upon. And yes, it indeed pains me that our so-called representatives have probably made the biggest blunder of Pakistan’s history. And remember, making history isn’t always a good thing to do.
Do you think this whole emphasis on blogs and whatever online is a significant indicator to show that the web, the social web, is becoming a very important social force?
I would say that it’s not becoming but already is a strong social force. I have seen online relationships develop into real prosperous relationships. Also, I have seen the web play an important role in other aspects of life.
What do you think where the Pakistani blogosphere is right now?
It is still in it’s early days and will probably take a little while to go somewhere.
Who are your top five favourite bloggers in Pakisan?
No one in particular.
Have you ever become stunned by the uniqueness of any blogger in Pakistani blogosphere?
No.
What is the future of blogging in Pakistan?
Prosperous.
In political respect, can we say blogging a 'democracy of message'?
Indeed we can.
Can Pakistani blogosphere play any notable role in the forthcoming elections, if they happen at all?
I certainly pray that they do. As for the question, yes, it really can especially targeting the voting population of age groups 18 to 35.
You have also got a blogging life, how has it directly affected both your personal and professional life?
Positively. Can’t really say more than that.
What are your future plans?
InshAllah to follow up on a few goals I have set for myself.
Any Message you want to give to the readers of The Pakistani Spectator?
Pray for your country. Pray for your people.
http://www.pakspectator.com/interview-with-blogger-ahmad-babar/
Interview with Blogger Ahmad Babar
Could you tell us what made you decide to blog?
It just happened. I used to post my works on orkut and then someone suggested that I should maintain a blog, so I did.
It just happened. I used to post my works on orkut and then someone suggested that I should maintain a blog, so I did.
What do you think sets Your blog apart from other blogs?
Probably its simplicity. I just publish what I feel. Plus, I am not much of a blog reader so can’t really say how different it is from others’ blogs.
If you could choose one characteristic you have that brought you success, what would it be?
Success?
That’s seriously flattering. Still, if I have to pick one thing, it would be poetry.
What was the happiest and gloomiest moment of your life?
They both were probably the same moment when I finally realized that it wasn’t worth running after “something”.
If you could pick a travel destination, anywhere in the world, with no worries about how it'spaid for - what would your top 3 choices be?
1. Northern Areas of Pakistan: Memories of my visits there in early childhood are still fresh in my mind, especially of the trip to Shangarilla.
2. Switzerland: Love that place and it’s chocolates.
3. Manchester: Would love to see Manchester United beat Arsenal 7-0 at Old Trafford.
2. Switzerland: Love that place and it’s chocolates.
3. Manchester: Would love to see Manchester United beat Arsenal 7-0 at Old Trafford.
What is your favorite book and why?
Really hard to answer this one.
What's the first thing you notice about a person (whether you know them or not)?
Their eyes. For me, the eyes always give the person away.
Do you think Pakistani politicians could benefit from the social networks and things like twitter?
Being a slave of such networks myself, I would have to say, Yes, Pakistani politicians can certainly benefit from such social networks as it would give them an insight to what the youth want and feel.
How Pakistani bloggers can benefit from blogs financially?
Honestly, for me writing and blogging has nothing to do with finances. Yes, if doing what you love gets you a few bucks through sales and sponsorships, well and good but it shouldn’t be done for finances to begin with.
Do you think Pakistani bloggers tend to remain somewhat self-centered and really don't go out of their shells? Is it the oriental style of blogging, or they are still unsure about it?
As I usually don’t get to visit blogs, can’t say much but blogging is meant to be about the blogger and his/her feelings as far as I am concerned.
Is it true that who has a successful blog has an awful lot of time on their hands?
I beg to differ. A successful blog is one that is read by a lot of people and you don’t have to be sitting in front of your PC all day long for that to happen. All you need to do is just post quality stuff.
What are your thoughts on corporate blogs and what do you think the biggest advantages and disadvantages are?
Can’t really say much.
Does it pain you or proud you that we have made a history by electing a uniform general as our president?
“Electing”?? That’s a good one. More like planted or thrust upon. And yes, it indeed pains me that our so-called representatives have probably made the biggest blunder of Pakistan’s history. And remember, making history isn’t always a good thing to do.
Do you think this whole emphasis on blogs and whatever online is a significant indicator to show that the web, the social web, is becoming a very important social force?
I would say that it’s not becoming but already is a strong social force. I have seen online relationships develop into real prosperous relationships. Also, I have seen the web play an important role in other aspects of life.
What do you think where the Pakistani blogosphere is right now?
It is still in it’s early days and will probably take a little while to go somewhere.
Who are your top five favourite bloggers in Pakisan?
No one in particular.
Have you ever become stunned by the uniqueness of any blogger in Pakistani blogosphere?
No.
What is the future of blogging in Pakistan?
Prosperous.
In political respect, can we say blogging a 'democracy of message'?
Indeed we can.
Can Pakistani blogosphere play any notable role in the forthcoming elections, if they happen at all?
I certainly pray that they do. As for the question, yes, it really can especially targeting the voting population of age groups 18 to 35.
You have also got a blogging life, how has it directly affected both your personal and professional life?
Positively. Can’t really say more than that.
What are your future plans?
InshAllah to follow up on a few goals I have set for myself.
Any Message you want to give to the readers of The Pakistani Spectator?
Pray for your country. Pray for your people.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Atif Aslam - Exclusive Videos - Sound Check
Exclusive Atif Aslam Sound Check Video 3.
Performing the title track of his new album, "Meri Kahani" and a cover of Junnon's song, "Heeray" - Tremendous Night, 3rd November, 2007 at Alhamra Open Air, Lahore
This video has been recorded by and is property of Ahmad Babar
http://ahmadbabar.blogspot.com
Performing the title track of his new album, "Meri Kahani" and a cover of Junnon's song, "Heeray" - Tremendous Night, 3rd November, 2007 at Alhamra Open Air, Lahore
This video has been recorded by and is property of Ahmad Babar
http://ahmadbabar.blogspot.com
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Tremendous Night - Lahore Concert
Published in "Red" - The Post. 17-11-2007
http://www.thepost.com.pk/what_red.aspxtl 23-11-07]
:: Tremendous Night - Lahore Concert ::
By Ahmad Babar
Lahorites once again proved that there's no one like them when it comes to having fun as they turned up in thousands to watch their favorite stars rock the stage at the Alhamra Cultural complex on the 5th. The event was arranged by a group of determined youngsters under the banners of jbnjaws and ZOK Productions. It truly turned out to be a tremendous night. The show started off at 8:30pm (given the 8:00pm start time, this is a humongous achievement with the Lahori trend of non-punctuality). Dr. Sohail entertained the crowd with his witty compering. First up amongst the performances was a junior band JB that did a couple of appreciable covers. Next was Natasha who made her entrance singing from backstage and continued to move the crowd with her as she danced and sang for her fans.
By this time the crowd had filled in and was all warmed up. At this moment, the first of the major attractions of the night, Atif Aslam, who was fresh from his recent tour of India (where he earned many laurels including being invited as guest judge on a reality music talent hunt show, to winning the Style Award, to add to the recent award announced for him by the Pakistan government) made his way onto the stage along with his band. The crowd went ballistic and the noise they created was overwhelming. Families, girls and boys all were having the time of their life. Atif did complete justice to his tag of being a live stage performer and he left no stone unturned in his attempt to entertain his fans. His hits like Aadat, Yakeen, Ehsaas, Tere Bin, Kuch is Tarah and the title track of his upcoming album Meri Kahani (more on that later in the article). By this time a part of the crowd managed to cross over the barriers onto the stage but the security and management took prompt action to keep them off the stage and to avoid any unfortunate event. The vibes created by both Atif and the crowd could be felt by everyone present. Atif ended his performance with Tere Bin and was rushed off the stage by the management team.
Next up was the second big attraction of the night, Roxen. Determined not to let the crowd down after Atif's performance, Roxen took the crowd by storm starting off with their recently acclaimed hit Tau Phir Aao from the Indian movie Awaarapan. After that, there was no stopping them as they continued to ride on their momentum of recent times and continued to wow the crowd with hit after hit. Songs like Sapnay and the remix version of Tera Mera Rishta had those in attendance off of their feet. A great performance on the guitar was given by Haider and Jodi added to the atmosphere. Roxen also performed, for the first time ever in concert, the original version of Tera Mera Rishta, the song Lams from their debut album Roxen-e-Deewar. Mustafa and gang once again proved why they have managed to make a mark across the border.
The final performance of the night came from Sandra who started off the performance with her debut hit, Tere Bin Mein. Sandra enjoyed the reception she was getting from the crowd and rode on it till unfortunately a rush towards the stage by the crowd forced the organisers to end the night a little prematurely in order to avoid any unfortunate incident. Well, what can we say, boys will be boys.
All in all, this was one of the biggest events to be held in Lahore in the running year and certainly one of the most successful one. Lahorites got more than their money's worth on this memorable night.
Now for the news on Atif's upcoming album. According to Shabaz Aslam, who is both Atif's brother as well as his manager, the album is ready to hit the stores but is being held back due to the current situation prevailing in the country. Let's hope for better things to come in the near future.
By this time the crowd had filled in and was all warmed up. At this moment, the first of the major attractions of the night, Atif Aslam, who was fresh from his recent tour of India (where he earned many laurels including being invited as guest judge on a reality music talent hunt show, to winning the Style Award, to add to the recent award announced for him by the Pakistan government) made his way onto the stage along with his band. The crowd went ballistic and the noise they created was overwhelming. Families, girls and boys all were having the time of their life. Atif did complete justice to his tag of being a live stage performer and he left no stone unturned in his attempt to entertain his fans. His hits like Aadat, Yakeen, Ehsaas, Tere Bin, Kuch is Tarah and the title track of his upcoming album Meri Kahani (more on that later in the article). By this time a part of the crowd managed to cross over the barriers onto the stage but the security and management took prompt action to keep them off the stage and to avoid any unfortunate event. The vibes created by both Atif and the crowd could be felt by everyone present. Atif ended his performance with Tere Bin and was rushed off the stage by the management team.
Next up was the second big attraction of the night, Roxen. Determined not to let the crowd down after Atif's performance, Roxen took the crowd by storm starting off with their recently acclaimed hit Tau Phir Aao from the Indian movie Awaarapan. After that, there was no stopping them as they continued to ride on their momentum of recent times and continued to wow the crowd with hit after hit. Songs like Sapnay and the remix version of Tera Mera Rishta had those in attendance off of their feet. A great performance on the guitar was given by Haider and Jodi added to the atmosphere. Roxen also performed, for the first time ever in concert, the original version of Tera Mera Rishta, the song Lams from their debut album Roxen-e-Deewar. Mustafa and gang once again proved why they have managed to make a mark across the border.
The final performance of the night came from Sandra who started off the performance with her debut hit, Tere Bin Mein. Sandra enjoyed the reception she was getting from the crowd and rode on it till unfortunately a rush towards the stage by the crowd forced the organisers to end the night a little prematurely in order to avoid any unfortunate incident. Well, what can we say, boys will be boys.
All in all, this was one of the biggest events to be held in Lahore in the running year and certainly one of the most successful one. Lahorites got more than their money's worth on this memorable night.
Now for the news on Atif's upcoming album. According to Shabaz Aslam, who is both Atif's brother as well as his manager, the album is ready to hit the stores but is being held back due to the current situation prevailing in the country. Let's hope for better things to come in the near future.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Ajnabbe Shehar
This is written in memory of all cities of Pakistan that have been through the turmoils of the last year epsecially, Karachi and Islamabad.
Picture Courtesy Stockvideo
10/11/2007Ajnabee Shehar (by Ahmad Babar):
Hai aankhoon main aaj ik ajab si hal chal
Jaisay taaray aa giray hoon zameen par
Lag raha hai mujh ko aaj yeh shehar ajnabee
Par hai kaheen dil mein umeed abhi bhi
Aakhir kiyoon dhekoon yeh sab khoon?
Ho raha hai jo uss ko kiyoon na rokoon?
Kiyoon yeh pabandian hain mujh par?
Kiyoon ho raha hai sitam meray shehar par?
Kaun poonchay ga aansoo in roti maoon kay?
Kaun thamay ga haath besahara bapoon kay?
Aao dheko woh shehar jo kabhi mera tha
Jis mein hur shab kay baad ik sawera tha
Aaj yeh shehar ajnabee ho gaya hai
Ab har waqt andhera hi andhera hai
Hai koi jo tarekioon ko ujaloon main badal daalay?
Hai koi? Kya hai koi jo iss shehar ko bachalay?
Hai aankhoon main aaj ik ajab si hal chal
Jaisay taaray aa giray hoon zameen par
Lag raha hai mujh ko aaj yeh shehar ajnabee
Par hai kaheen dil mein umeed abhi bhi
Shehar mera hai par shehar tera bhi hai
Log meray hain par log teray bhi hain
Hai koi jo aaj meray saath chalay?
Kadam say kadam mila kar chalay?
Kya hai koi jo meray shehar ko ajnabee honay say bachalay?
Kya hai koi jo hum shehar waloon ko bachalay?
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Celebrities Cricket Tournament at LUMS - Article 2
Published in The Post's "Red" on 27th of October, 2007 till 02-11-07.
: Celebrities Cricket Tournament at LUMS :: The match featured an array of sixes, fours, catches and stumps flying all over and even an instance of the ball hitting the stumps but the bails not coming off (which later occurred a couple of times more in the tournament). The stars showed us all just how talented they are at things other than music as they matched the LUMS team in all aspects By: Ahmad Babar It was yet another endeavor by JbnJaws Productions of Lahore. The setting was a October night in the LUMS cricket ground (or whatever is now left of it) on Thursday, 11th October 2007. People keenly filled every chair and standing place that all for only one reason find for just one thing, to see their favorite stars battle it out on the cricket field. The lights were blazing and so were the emotions and spirits. The likes of Atif Aslam, Ali Zafar, Xulfi, Junaid, Abrar-ul-Haq and Mustafa were all geared up in their best sports outfits along with the Captain of the Pakistan cricket team Shoaib Malik, who was there to support his friends. | |
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Raped
24/10/2007
Raped (by Ahmad Babar):
Sitting in the corner inundated with pain
Left with a life in which there's nothing to gain
Crying tears that aren't there
Left alone in the middle of nowhere
Blood and bruises all over the body
Victim of a man's hobby
For the rest of the life to live in fear
To never let another man to come near
Looking around and finding no one
Laying naked, sprawled under the morning sun
Eyes looking up towards the sky
With a single question in them, "Why?"
Why to be the one to suffer this fate?
And that too at the hands of The Soul Mate!
Looking around once more trying to find a friend
Someone to be there towards the end
But unsurprisingly no one's there
Wondering if there's anyone in the world that even cares?
Looking down at the wounds again
Trying to somehow block the pain
One final tear rolls out
With that it's time for "Lights Out"
This is the story of a girl who got raped
Love and justice was all that she ever craved
Raped (by Ahmad Babar):
Sitting in the corner inundated with pain
Left with a life in which there's nothing to gain
Crying tears that aren't there
Left alone in the middle of nowhere
Blood and bruises all over the body
Victim of a man's hobby
For the rest of the life to live in fear
To never let another man to come near
Looking around and finding no one
Laying naked, sprawled under the morning sun
Eyes looking up towards the sky
With a single question in them, "Why?"
Why to be the one to suffer this fate?
And that too at the hands of The Soul Mate!
Looking around once more trying to find a friend
Someone to be there towards the end
But unsurprisingly no one's there
Wondering if there's anyone in the world that even cares?
Looking down at the wounds again
Trying to somehow block the pain
One final tear rolls out
With that it's time for "Lights Out"
This is the story of a girl who got raped
Love and justice was all that she ever craved
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I am just a hero
23/10/2007
I am just a hero (by Ahmad Babar):
I am just a hero who lost his way
I am the hero who withered away
I lost it when I had it all
My broken wings made me fall
I got shot down when I tried to run
My journey ended before it began
I am just a hero with no where to go
I am the hero at the climax of my show
I stand here at the end of my game
I ran out of my 15 seconds of fame
Those that once loved me hate me now
I wonder why? I wonder how?
I am just a hero with a battle to fight
I am the hero who searches for day light during night
I am left with no one by my side
Even out of places to hide
I am the hero with a lot to redeem
I am the hero who isn't what he seems
I am just a hero... Just a hero...
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Broken Dreams
20/10/2007
Broken Dreams (by Ahmad Babar):
Boy: Hey girl, tonight I am coming home
Girl: Please hurry cause you know without you I am all alone
Boy:
I am driving down this road
I am headed back home tonight
Can't wait to get back
To set everything right
I miss everything that has gone by
I yearn for all that I have missed out on
But now that I am going back
I will make up for all the times when I was gone
I will turn the house into our home again
I will fill it up with love enough for all times to come
I will stand by her through thick and thin
I will hold on to her in rain and under the scorching sun
And I will.....
Girl:
There is no stopping these tears as I drive down the same road
I can't believe that you are gone
Why me? Why us? Why this pain?
Why our broken home?
Ever since I heard the new of his crash this morning
I can't wait to join him up there
But what should I do about the promise I made to him?
About moving on when he's not here?
Why me? Why am I stuck with this all
Why does it have to be so hard for me?
Why me and our broken dreams?
Why did it all have to be?
Why....
Broken Dreams (by Ahmad Babar):
Boy: Hey girl, tonight I am coming home
Girl: Please hurry cause you know without you I am all alone
Boy:
I am driving down this road
I am headed back home tonight
Can't wait to get back
To set everything right
I miss everything that has gone by
I yearn for all that I have missed out on
But now that I am going back
I will make up for all the times when I was gone
I will turn the house into our home again
I will fill it up with love enough for all times to come
I will stand by her through thick and thin
I will hold on to her in rain and under the scorching sun
And I will.....
Girl:
There is no stopping these tears as I drive down the same road
I can't believe that you are gone
Why me? Why us? Why this pain?
Why our broken home?
Ever since I heard the new of his crash this morning
I can't wait to join him up there
But what should I do about the promise I made to him?
About moving on when he's not here?
Why me? Why am I stuck with this all
Why does it have to be so hard for me?
Why me and our broken dreams?
Why did it all have to be?
Why....
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Dream
24/08/2007
Dream (by Ahmad Babar):
All I wanted was to be alone
To have some time of my own
To touch the stars one last time
To recollect all that was mine
To walk away into wilderness
To rid myself of all of my bewilderments
To fly away into the night
To shine the way stars shine bright
To wipe away others' tears
For once to see the world crystal clear
To find out what everything meant
To wonder why in the first place I ever bent
To give love to those that never felt lit
To give back to life bit by bit
To cry for others' pain
For one night to feel insane
To break off my bounding
To be free of my surroundings
But I am still stuck here
With no one around that even cares
With people running after their wants
Hiding smiles and passing around taunts
With money being everything
And love left without it's meaning
With power being the ultimate
And people trying to play with others' fate
With stray souls all around
Tramping over others' ground
And I am helpless for I am bound
My lips sealed by the absence of sound
No one dares to take a stand
No one really understands
And in my heart I pray
For the ones gone astray
I wish for all to be like what I dream
For the world to see what it has never seen
For there to be love and peace all around
From the heights of the skies to the depths of the ground
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Journey
My return after months.... hope you all like it...
21/08/2007
Journey (by Ahmad Babar):
They don’t know why I am back
And I bet neither do you
You don’t know a thing
About all I have been through
I tried to forget
All that I ever knew
But I had no clue
Not one about what to do
Monsoons came and went by
I learnt to hold onto my dreams
Thunderstorms came and roared the skies
I learnt to control my screams
I moved forward on my knees
All in attempts of shattering their schemes
I went there where the dead lay
To pay them my homage
To sit by their tombstones
Watching people play their roles on life’s stage
To wonder what things will be
When I have lived my age
I then went to visit the place
From where it all began
To admire what I had done in the past
To see if I once again can
To see if I still have the strength to dodge
All they had ever planned
And now I am back here
To try and make you all understand
That it is not only who you are
But also what you do that makes you the man
And there isn’t always much to prove
Other than doing all you can
21/08/2007
Journey (by Ahmad Babar):
They don’t know why I am back
And I bet neither do you
You don’t know a thing
About all I have been through
I tried to forget
All that I ever knew
But I had no clue
Not one about what to do
Monsoons came and went by
I learnt to hold onto my dreams
Thunderstorms came and roared the skies
I learnt to control my screams
I moved forward on my knees
All in attempts of shattering their schemes
I went there where the dead lay
To pay them my homage
To sit by their tombstones
Watching people play their roles on life’s stage
To wonder what things will be
When I have lived my age
I then went to visit the place
From where it all began
To admire what I had done in the past
To see if I once again can
To see if I still have the strength to dodge
All they had ever planned
And now I am back here
To try and make you all understand
That it is not only who you are
But also what you do that makes you the man
And there isn’t always much to prove
Other than doing all you can
Monday, June 18, 2007
When I left
18/06/2007
When I left (by Ahmad Babar):
The rooms feel so warm
Just like they did when I left
The house still has it's charm
Just like it did when I left
The plants still smile at me
Just like they did when I left
The chandelier still lighten ups the hall
Just like it did when I left
The floors still feel cold to my bare feet
Just like they did when I left
The chimes' music is still sweet
Just like it was when I left
The faces in those pictures smile again
Just like they did when I left
The broken mirror still shows two sides of me
Just like it did when I left
The old oak table still stands strong
Just like it did when I left
My room chair still squeaks
Just like it did when I left
The toys still stand lined up in the corner
Just like they did when I left
A tear rolls down my cheek
Just like it did on the day I left
Nothing seems to have changed
From the day when I left
But there is something missing
That I had on the day when I left
This place is now just a house
Unlike the Home it was when I left
When I left (by Ahmad Babar):
The rooms feel so warm
Just like they did when I left
The house still has it's charm
Just like it did when I left
The plants still smile at me
Just like they did when I left
The chandelier still lighten ups the hall
Just like it did when I left
The floors still feel cold to my bare feet
Just like they did when I left
The chimes' music is still sweet
Just like it was when I left
The faces in those pictures smile again
Just like they did when I left
The broken mirror still shows two sides of me
Just like it did when I left
The old oak table still stands strong
Just like it did when I left
My room chair still squeaks
Just like it did when I left
The toys still stand lined up in the corner
Just like they did when I left
A tear rolls down my cheek
Just like it did on the day I left
Nothing seems to have changed
From the day when I left
But there is something missing
That I had on the day when I left
This place is now just a house
Unlike the Home it was when I left
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Invisible Ghost
Started on 07/05/2007, Finished on 02/06/2007
Invisible Ghost (by Ahmad Babar):
"Today I play host
To my Invisible Ghost"
I first met him when I was down
I was laying alone in the dark
As he neared me
His sweet smell pervaded the whole park
He had a sweet smile on his face
And I did not know what to do
He came and sat next to me
And said, "I am here for you"
I moved back a little
I was scared
He understood what I felt
And told me not to be afraid
He asked me to tell him all about myself
I did not know where to begin
I had a feeling that he already knew
About all of my past sins
He put his hand on my shoulder
I felt warm on the inside
He told me to trust him
As he takes me on a little ride
I was confused
But I still went along
He took me all the way back into my past
I was trying to figure out where I had gone wrong
He told me to not weep
He showed me how to learn
And at that moment I knew
Nothing lost, Nothing earned
And with that thought in my head
I knew exactly what to do
I picked myself up
To start over new
Just want to say
Thank you my friend
Maybe we will meet again some day
Probably when this journey ends
Invisible Ghost (by Ahmad Babar):
"Today I play host
To my Invisible Ghost"
I first met him when I was down
I was laying alone in the dark
As he neared me
His sweet smell pervaded the whole park
He had a sweet smile on his face
And I did not know what to do
He came and sat next to me
And said, "I am here for you"
I moved back a little
I was scared
He understood what I felt
And told me not to be afraid
He asked me to tell him all about myself
I did not know where to begin
I had a feeling that he already knew
About all of my past sins
He put his hand on my shoulder
I felt warm on the inside
He told me to trust him
As he takes me on a little ride
I was confused
But I still went along
He took me all the way back into my past
I was trying to figure out where I had gone wrong
He told me to not weep
He showed me how to learn
And at that moment I knew
Nothing lost, Nothing earned
And with that thought in my head
I knew exactly what to do
I picked myself up
To start over new
Just want to say
Thank you my friend
Maybe we will meet again some day
Probably when this journey ends
Once Again
Started on 06/01/2007.... Completed on 27/05/2007
Once Again (by Ahmad Babar):
I am here to be a sound, not an echo
Don't know why you don't understand that
I tried to say what no one heard
Don't know why no one understands that
So, will you help me?
Will you give it a try?
I am trying to trust my eyes
For they just saw you try
I am lost for words
But I still try to say
When the rest will fail
I will do it my way
It's not easy to be me
Just something you need to understand
My life isn't about jumping around
I am tired of making castles out of sand
There is so much that I have seen
And there is so much that I still need
My numb body doesn't feel pain
But that doesn't meant that I no longer bleed
I don't want to pen down all of this
Cause still no one will feel the way I feel
And when they will all fade away
You will see that I was the only one that was real
Once Again (by Ahmad Babar):
I am here to be a sound, not an echo
Don't know why you don't understand that
I tried to say what no one heard
Don't know why no one understands that
So, will you help me?
Will you give it a try?
I am trying to trust my eyes
For they just saw you try
I am lost for words
But I still try to say
When the rest will fail
I will do it my way
It's not easy to be me
Just something you need to understand
My life isn't about jumping around
I am tired of making castles out of sand
There is so much that I have seen
And there is so much that I still need
My numb body doesn't feel pain
But that doesn't meant that I no longer bleed
I don't want to pen down all of this
Cause still no one will feel the way I feel
And when they will all fade away
You will see that I was the only one that was real
Mother Murderer
Not a sequel to the Unborn Child but an extension of a sort.... Part of a debate on abortion
16/05/2007
Mother Murderer (by Ahmad Babar):
The room was dark and she could feel the pain
Guilt was streaming down her veins
It was nothing like what she had imagined
Only God Knows how it had happened
Her thoughts went back to that night of pleasure
Lust had taken over her
She had forgotten about all that lay ahead
Now she was crying on the hospital bed
She had killed her own child
She was haunted by the screams she heard as he died
She felt like breaking all the mirrors on her way home
She didn't even want to see herself, she wished to be all alone
She had confined herself to her room
All night long she used to stare at the moon
One day she finally came out and went to the park
She saw families playing till it was dark
Every time she used to see a mother with her baby
She sank further into guilt and misery
She wondered what if she hadn't decided to let go?
What if she had stepped up to say no?
She fell on her knees and broke down crying
She cursed herself and started praying
She prayed that no mother ever does this again
She hoped that no one ever has to face this pain
She begged God for no one else to be like her
She prayed that the world never has another "Mother Murderer"
For one final time she said good-bye
She wished to be with her son as for the last time she closed her eyes
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Do you mind?
18/04/2007
Do you mind (by Ahmad Babar):
Do you mind staying here for just a minute longer?
Do you mind telling all about yourself?
Do you mind kissing me with those sweet lips of yours?
Do you know that when I am around you I forget all about myself?
So come on now don't make me feel this way
The stars are shining bright tonight
Kiss me under the full moon's light
With a touch of your lips come take my heart away
Oh baby I love you
Oh baby I love you
Please come say
That you love me too
Every day, every night, it's the same story
I dream about you, I think about you all of the time
And I wonder if there is a way
To make you mine
So come on now don't make me feel this way
The stars are shining bright tonight
Kiss me under the full moon's light
With a touch of your lips come take my heart away
Oh baby I love you
Oh baby I love you
Please come say
That you love me too
So do you mind?
Oh do you mind?
Please say that you don't
And I will never say I won't
I will always wait for you to come
To come back home
Do you mind (by Ahmad Babar):
Do you mind staying here for just a minute longer?
Do you mind telling all about yourself?
Do you mind kissing me with those sweet lips of yours?
Do you know that when I am around you I forget all about myself?
So come on now don't make me feel this way
The stars are shining bright tonight
Kiss me under the full moon's light
With a touch of your lips come take my heart away
Oh baby I love you
Oh baby I love you
Please come say
That you love me too
Every day, every night, it's the same story
I dream about you, I think about you all of the time
And I wonder if there is a way
To make you mine
So come on now don't make me feel this way
The stars are shining bright tonight
Kiss me under the full moon's light
With a touch of your lips come take my heart away
Oh baby I love you
Oh baby I love you
Please come say
That you love me too
So do you mind?
Oh do you mind?
Please say that you don't
And I will never say I won't
I will always wait for you to come
To come back home
Monday, April 16, 2007
One Last Time
16/04/2007
One Last Time (by Ahmad Babar):
I have this weird feeling that something ain't right
Somehow the moon just isn't going with this night
The smell of fresh flowers is dying away
And I can't word what I have to say
So wake up, come help me
Help me speak, help me to see
Don't let the wind blow me away
Please don't let them treat me this way
I am so tired of all of this
Let's just drift away with a kiss
Come let me hold you in my arms
One last time let me win you over with my charm
I want to break free
Oh please come help me
My mind's so confused
I so don't want to lose
I am trying to muster strength from inside
But I need you to be here by my side
All day long I think about you
And this is all that I can do
I am so tired of all of this
Let's just drift away with a kiss
Come let me hold you in my arms
One last time let me win you over with my charm
Don't let the world hold you back
Don't let the wall fall cause of a small crack
There is something in my eyes
I don't want to cry
I have always waited and I will wait some more
I will wait for you on the sea shore
I know that someday you will come
Till then I will sing under the morning sun
I am so tired of all of this
Let's just drift away with a kiss
Come let me hold you in my arms
One last time let me win you over with my charm
Just one last time girl, just one last time...
One Last Time (by Ahmad Babar):
I have this weird feeling that something ain't right
Somehow the moon just isn't going with this night
The smell of fresh flowers is dying away
And I can't word what I have to say
So wake up, come help me
Help me speak, help me to see
Don't let the wind blow me away
Please don't let them treat me this way
I am so tired of all of this
Let's just drift away with a kiss
Come let me hold you in my arms
One last time let me win you over with my charm
I want to break free
Oh please come help me
My mind's so confused
I so don't want to lose
I am trying to muster strength from inside
But I need you to be here by my side
All day long I think about you
And this is all that I can do
I am so tired of all of this
Let's just drift away with a kiss
Come let me hold you in my arms
One last time let me win you over with my charm
Don't let the world hold you back
Don't let the wall fall cause of a small crack
There is something in my eyes
I don't want to cry
I have always waited and I will wait some more
I will wait for you on the sea shore
I know that someday you will come
Till then I will sing under the morning sun
I am so tired of all of this
Let's just drift away with a kiss
Come let me hold you in my arms
One last time let me win you over with my charm
Just one last time girl, just one last time...
Friday, April 13, 2007
Batch of 2007
13/04/2007
Batch of 2007:
It had all began on one fine September morning
As we entered the campus the birds were singing
We were starting our journey in a new place
We were surrounded by strange faces
But somehow we had all felt at ease
We had all met each other under the shadows of the trees
Now that we look back it all seems to have gone by so fast
Deep inside we hope that for one more moment it lasts
But we have to move on singing
And make our way towards a new beginning
We all had gone through the ups and the downs of life
And we all learnt how to strive
Today as we all leave we can't deny that we have improved
Now we all have a winning attitude
The Lahore School of Economics had given us a new start
It taught us to think with the mind and feel from the heart
So let's together now make a pact
That we will always play our own act
And that we will try to give back what we had gained
And promise never to cause anyone pain
So let's together jump and conquer the heavens
We are the BBA/BSc (Hons) Batch of 2007!
by Ahmad Babar,
BSc - Hons. Sec. F
Founder/In-charge Lahore School of Economics Association of Poets and Writers
A Proud Member of the Lahore School of Economics BBA/BSc (Hons) Batch of 2007
Batch of 2007:
It had all began on one fine September morning
As we entered the campus the birds were singing
We were starting our journey in a new place
We were surrounded by strange faces
But somehow we had all felt at ease
We had all met each other under the shadows of the trees
Now that we look back it all seems to have gone by so fast
Deep inside we hope that for one more moment it lasts
But we have to move on singing
And make our way towards a new beginning
We all had gone through the ups and the downs of life
And we all learnt how to strive
Today as we all leave we can't deny that we have improved
Now we all have a winning attitude
The Lahore School of Economics had given us a new start
It taught us to think with the mind and feel from the heart
So let's together now make a pact
That we will always play our own act
And that we will try to give back what we had gained
And promise never to cause anyone pain
So let's together jump and conquer the heavens
We are the BBA/BSc (Hons) Batch of 2007!
by Ahmad Babar,
BSc - Hons. Sec. F
Founder/In-charge Lahore School of Economics Association of Poets and Writers
A Proud Member of the Lahore School of Economics BBA/BSc (Hons) Batch of 2007
Girl Around the Corner
12/04/2007
Girl Around the Corner (by Ahmad Babar):
My thoughts go back to the first time we had met
She walked towards me as I lit a cigarette
She paused as she neared me
She smiled at me sweetly
She said, "Do you know that cigarettes are not good for you?"
I stood perplexed not knowing what to do
There was something in her eyes that made me throw it away
All of a sudden it seemed like a beautiful day
At that moment I knew that I had fallen for her
The more she looked at me the more I felt warmer
As she moved to walk on I held her hand
The young boy felt like a man
I said, "Hey, thank you"
She said, "Thank you too"
I said, "Hey angel won't you tell me your name"
She said, "Are you insane?"
I told her that I don't know
She told me she had to go
I asked when will I see her again
She laughed and said, "You are seriously insane"
I told her what I felt about her
I told her that I had fallen for her
She stood wondering about what I had just said
Her eyes showed that she was perplexed
I told her to give me one chance
I asked her out for a dance
She stood there in complete silence
In the back of my mind I was hearing violins
Finally she opened her mouth
She made an effort to shout
But something inside her stopped her
She asked me if I really loved her
I told her to seek the answer in my eyes
As she did lightning lightened up the sky
An unexplained tear rolled down her cheek
I thought that my chances were bleak
She gave a shy smile and agreed
I felt weak in my knees
I took her number and told her I will give her a call
She said she will wait for me in the dance hall
That night I had the best dance ever
Maybe it was because I was with her
We still dance every night
In my arms she still feels just right
Tonight once again I want to thank her
Had she not stopped me I would have never fallen in love with her
And I would have missed out on all of this
I would have never known the pleasure of the taste of her kiss
I would have never been the man that I am today
And I would have never said what I had to say
So thank you girl, I will always love you
No matter what I do I will do it for you
Girl Around the Corner (by Ahmad Babar):
My thoughts go back to the first time we had met
She walked towards me as I lit a cigarette
She paused as she neared me
She smiled at me sweetly
She said, "Do you know that cigarettes are not good for you?"
I stood perplexed not knowing what to do
There was something in her eyes that made me throw it away
All of a sudden it seemed like a beautiful day
At that moment I knew that I had fallen for her
The more she looked at me the more I felt warmer
As she moved to walk on I held her hand
The young boy felt like a man
I said, "Hey, thank you"
She said, "Thank you too"
I said, "Hey angel won't you tell me your name"
She said, "Are you insane?"
I told her that I don't know
She told me she had to go
I asked when will I see her again
She laughed and said, "You are seriously insane"
I told her what I felt about her
I told her that I had fallen for her
She stood wondering about what I had just said
Her eyes showed that she was perplexed
I told her to give me one chance
I asked her out for a dance
She stood there in complete silence
In the back of my mind I was hearing violins
Finally she opened her mouth
She made an effort to shout
But something inside her stopped her
She asked me if I really loved her
I told her to seek the answer in my eyes
As she did lightning lightened up the sky
An unexplained tear rolled down her cheek
I thought that my chances were bleak
She gave a shy smile and agreed
I felt weak in my knees
I took her number and told her I will give her a call
She said she will wait for me in the dance hall
That night I had the best dance ever
Maybe it was because I was with her
We still dance every night
In my arms she still feels just right
Tonight once again I want to thank her
Had she not stopped me I would have never fallen in love with her
And I would have missed out on all of this
I would have never known the pleasure of the taste of her kiss
I would have never been the man that I am today
And I would have never said what I had to say
So thank you girl, I will always love you
No matter what I do I will do it for you
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Re-born
31/03/07
Not near my best by far [and modesty is my middle name
] but my second last for now... hope you guys enjoy it...
15/03/2007
Re-born (by Ahmad Babar):
I have let go of all fear
Everything is now so clear
No I control my life my own way
I am feeling my pain float away
For once the clouds smile at me
They help me realize what I can't see
The sun is smiling as well
As if there is something it needs to tell
I see life in the darkest corners
In the freezing world I feel warmer
The numbness is gone and I fly
I have learnt not to cry
I am a new person, I am better than ever before
I smell the roses, I am no longer sore
The body, the mind and the heart
Thy all feel fresh, this is my new start
I am leaving my past behind forever
I eliminated everything that had anything to do with her
I feel a new sense of living
Today my free soul is flying
I am floating in the clouds
For once my voice can be heard loud
I am creating my own path to walk on
Today I was re-born
The sun and the clouds are still smiling
They understand exactly what I am feeling
Finally free from it all I move on
Sit and wait for my next song
Not near my best by far [and modesty is my middle name
] but my second last for now... hope you guys enjoy it...15/03/2007
Re-born (by Ahmad Babar):
I have let go of all fear
Everything is now so clear
No I control my life my own way
I am feeling my pain float away
For once the clouds smile at me
They help me realize what I can't see
The sun is smiling as well
As if there is something it needs to tell
I see life in the darkest corners
In the freezing world I feel warmer
The numbness is gone and I fly
I have learnt not to cry
I am a new person, I am better than ever before
I smell the roses, I am no longer sore
The body, the mind and the heart
Thy all feel fresh, this is my new start
I am leaving my past behind forever
I eliminated everything that had anything to do with her
I feel a new sense of living
Today my free soul is flying
I am floating in the clouds
For once my voice can be heard loud
I am creating my own path to walk on
Today I was re-born
The sun and the clouds are still smiling
They understand exactly what I am feeling
Finally free from it all I move on
Sit and wait for my next song
They and Me
31/03/07
As already announced by me, I have left poetry for sometime to come. This was my last work before I made that decision, just wanted to share it with you guys...
20/03/2007
They and Me (by Ahmad Babar):
They don't understand who I am
They refuse to see the man
They are unable to realize
That it's not always about the shiny prize
They can't accept anything different
Their mindsets are just too resilient
They laugh when I speak my mind
I don't care, I am one of a kind
I am different and I am better
I am far above their senseless clatter
Once again they try to laugh at what I say
When will they understand that I live my own way?
Each one of them is hiding a secret inside
Something they are afraid of, something they are forced to hide
I feel pity for them for they cannot see
Poor souls are afraid of being what they could be
They are too scared of coming out of their shells
Fearing the same fate as those who fell
But they forget that the ones who fell trying will be remembered
Because they had stood up and they had endeavored
Today I give them one final call
Come fly, don't be afraid of the big fall
If you won't try you won't learn
Nothing lost, nothing earned
I am on my way, follow if you want to
Today you may laugh, tomorrow you will realize it was all true
As already announced by me, I have left poetry for sometime to come. This was my last work before I made that decision, just wanted to share it with you guys...
20/03/2007
They and Me (by Ahmad Babar):
They don't understand who I am
They refuse to see the man
They are unable to realize
That it's not always about the shiny prize
They can't accept anything different
Their mindsets are just too resilient
They laugh when I speak my mind
I don't care, I am one of a kind
I am different and I am better
I am far above their senseless clatter
Once again they try to laugh at what I say
When will they understand that I live my own way?
Each one of them is hiding a secret inside
Something they are afraid of, something they are forced to hide
I feel pity for them for they cannot see
Poor souls are afraid of being what they could be
They are too scared of coming out of their shells
Fearing the same fate as those who fell
But they forget that the ones who fell trying will be remembered
Because they had stood up and they had endeavored
Today I give them one final call
Come fly, don't be afraid of the big fall
If you won't try you won't learn
Nothing lost, nothing earned
I am on my way, follow if you want to
Today you may laugh, tomorrow you will realize it was all true
Life.... Continued....
26/03/-7
Can't exactly say that I once again have the pen in my hand, let's just say that the keys under my fingers... ok, lame joke...
The reactions that I have received to a few decisions that I have made in the past few days have got me thinking again. I am not quitting poetry, I am just taking a break from it for now. I am in search for new inspirations.
A funny thing happened today, I realized that the best and also the worst thing about knowing the future is that you can change it. As some people know, I had my ways of finding out a little about the future and these details I shared with a few people. I made a lot of important decisions in my life based on these believes. Today, in continuation of it all, I asked for the final sign regarding her and I realized that having known some things about the future, I had ended up doing stuff and altering my destiny. Things that were supposed to happen shall not happen at all now and this news is a HUGE relief for me. I can finally truly move on.
Yes, I have hurt a few people based on these believes although I didn't want to and today I want to say Sorry for one last time. And I want to thank anyone and everyone who has ever been there for me, owe you all a lot.
Getting back to the subject, life has taught me a lot and I wish to be able to share it all with others someday, maybe try and stop someone else from repeating my mistakes. In short, I am a different being today.
So, thank you life and above all, thank You Allah for everything...
Watch out for me
Cause I am coming back...
Can't exactly say that I once again have the pen in my hand, let's just say that the keys under my fingers... ok, lame joke...
The reactions that I have received to a few decisions that I have made in the past few days have got me thinking again. I am not quitting poetry, I am just taking a break from it for now. I am in search for new inspirations.
A funny thing happened today, I realized that the best and also the worst thing about knowing the future is that you can change it. As some people know, I had my ways of finding out a little about the future and these details I shared with a few people. I made a lot of important decisions in my life based on these believes. Today, in continuation of it all, I asked for the final sign regarding her and I realized that having known some things about the future, I had ended up doing stuff and altering my destiny. Things that were supposed to happen shall not happen at all now and this news is a HUGE relief for me. I can finally truly move on.
Yes, I have hurt a few people based on these believes although I didn't want to and today I want to say Sorry for one last time. And I want to thank anyone and everyone who has ever been there for me, owe you all a lot.
Getting back to the subject, life has taught me a lot and I wish to be able to share it all with others someday, maybe try and stop someone else from repeating my mistakes. In short, I am a different being today.
So, thank you life and above all, thank You Allah for everything...
Watch out for me
Cause I am coming back...
Life....
24/03/07
You go through different phases in your life and each churns out a different result. You learn one thing from one and another from another. You end up meeting all kinds of people that inspire you in their own unique ways. Some you are lucky enough to meet and some you wish you had never come across. It's all a circus. You are on top one day and before you know it, you are plunging down. It doesn't matter how many tops you have reached or for how long you stayed there. All that matters is how many times were you able to pick yourself back up and how fast!!!
Today as I sit writing this I take a look back at my past. So many things have happened to me, my loved ones, my friends, people around me, my institutions, my country and all... it's just amazing how ungratful we all are... and just how stubborn we can be... I have learnt a lot and I will continue to do so... Yes, I have made my mistakes but I am man enough to face them today... I thought I was in love only to know that I deserved better... If only I had seen the hidden faces a little earlier but well, then again if I had, I wouldn't be who I am today, a much stronger and better man.
I have finally decided to quit writing poetry, at least for some time to come... there's nothing left to write about for me, no one to inspire me, no feeling left that needs to be put in words... I end this with my favorite verse:
"To do something a little extraordinary
To die knowing that I at least tried"
You go through different phases in your life and each churns out a different result. You learn one thing from one and another from another. You end up meeting all kinds of people that inspire you in their own unique ways. Some you are lucky enough to meet and some you wish you had never come across. It's all a circus. You are on top one day and before you know it, you are plunging down. It doesn't matter how many tops you have reached or for how long you stayed there. All that matters is how many times were you able to pick yourself back up and how fast!!!
Today as I sit writing this I take a look back at my past. So many things have happened to me, my loved ones, my friends, people around me, my institutions, my country and all... it's just amazing how ungratful we all are... and just how stubborn we can be... I have learnt a lot and I will continue to do so... Yes, I have made my mistakes but I am man enough to face them today... I thought I was in love only to know that I deserved better... If only I had seen the hidden faces a little earlier but well, then again if I had, I wouldn't be who I am today, a much stronger and better man.
I have finally decided to quit writing poetry, at least for some time to come... there's nothing left to write about for me, no one to inspire me, no feeling left that needs to be put in words... I end this with my favorite verse:
"To do something a little extraordinary
To die knowing that I at least tried"
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