Category Archives: Just Thoughts

On Monsoon and Reality Checks

Waking up to a bright sun is something one rarely gets to experience in monsoon. But sometimes, it need not be August to rain like it does in monsoon. I know it’s a cliched expression; but yes, for some people it’s rain 24/7 in their hearts. Their bodies wreak of stagnant tear drops, and the sun never comes out to dry them out of their gloom. It just seems nice to stay back in bed, sleep all day and do nothing. It’s the perfectly seeming way out of this world. The sun’s not out, so it’ll be muddy, it’ll not be a normal day. It’s not right. You’re just not right. Everything’s just not right.

Yes, it’s very poetic and all. But our miseries do not make us who we are. What makes us who we are is the ability to get out of the bed, jerk the tear drops away, wear the rain boots and the rain coat, and grab that umbrella and step out into the world.

Our umbrella’s will be our shelter from the downpour; the things that hurt us. Our boots will give us the grip to hold on to the ground, and walk through the mud, walk on the ground. And as we wait for the rain to stop it just keeps on getting stronger and stronger. It makes things hard for us; it makes life hard for us. But that’s how it is. This is your reality. The rain is your reality. the mud covered, broken side walks are your only option. But hey, you just can’t make it.

You think you can’t. But you can.

You can walk through the storms, even if it’s not monsoon. That’s just how life is for you. You will get out of this bed, this cocoon of misery, and you will get out and show the rain you can conquer it. You can get through the day. And when you reach the place you wanted to go to, the struggle will have been worth it.

Or would it?

The time lost, the energy spent, the days spent worrying, the stress endured, the emptiness felt, the vacuum flushed into the life, the wrinkles ironed, the hair that fell; is it worth it?

And you call this being in touch with reality?

Maybe losing one’s self is the reality. Maybe the rain might not wash us down, but it washes us inside out, and leaves us hollow and empty.

It’s scary. Reality.

But we love the rain. It’s so romantic. The  idea of it. Don’t we?

We love our lives, no?

Also, sunshine is overrated.

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Main Paindu Hi Theek Hoon

That Paki Boy:

I spoke English and am now naturally inclined to think in that. But when I got out of my cocoon and entered the real world, I realized how important it is know your mother tongue. As a dentist, I see many patients in the hospital who don’t know how to speak urdu, and our seniors, they don’t know how to speak punjabi. So having spent the past 8 years out of my shell, I realized how lucky i am to have learnt all that i did. Sure, i look like a walking talking engraiz putla, but deep down, i know where myroots are.

Our obsession with the english language takes us away from our roots. Like katy perry say
“I don’t drink champagne
When I’m back home with my friends
We sip on tea on the porch
‘Cuz I’m still the girl next door
No fancy things when I come off tour
I slip back into my jeans
‘Cuz I’m still the girl next door,”

I realize how true this verse from her song Girl Next Door is. We forget that this is who we are, this is a part of our culture, and it is up to us to know it, learn it, and keep it alive. Being paindu is us, Being paindu is Pakistani and being Pakistani is Paindu. That’s one aspect of patriotism. And be proud to be a Pakistani…be proud to be a paindu.

Don’t let the glitter fool you. In the end, har koi gaon hi ho k reh jata hai!

Originally posted on Blogaey:

Main aik qasba main paida hua hoon jahan larkon aur larkiyon k liay 1, 1 govt. primary aur high schools thay aur baqi kuch private schools thay. Private schools main bhi co-education bas class 5 tak thi. Jahan koi public park na tha, 1 civil hospital tha aur kuch clinics. Jahan koi college na tha, matric k baad parhnay doosray shehr jana parta ya phir ghar beth k private exams. Jahan govt schools main bethne ko kursiyan na thein, danday parna, murgha ban k maar khana roz ka mamool tha. English tou door ki baat perfect Urdu bolnay aur parhaanay walay teachers bohat kam thay. Inter ki tution parhne bhi qareeb k kisi shehr rozana Bus main jana ana hota tha.
Maine 16 saal wahan raha, wahin parha aur Matric k baad F.Sc kerne Lahore chala gaya aur phir wahan se Karachi.

Shehr main aa ker mehsoos hua k bhai…

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Sometimes You Have to Love in the Moment and Enjoy it. Not Instagram it.


I love where i live. But sometimes, I just like to absorb the view and bathe in the beauty. When you take a picture of a certain moment of beauty, you invade the moment. You don’t live in it anymore. It’s like you’re not in that dimension, and are trying to be in two places at once. It’s not good. Living in the moment is so pure, so human, so natural – taking a picture just might take all the fun away. For that one moment, for that one snap, you are not in THAT moment. And it’s just not worth it…

On Menswear and Rain

As it rains, and i don full sleeves even midway through may, I stare out my window in the car. With Bon Iver playing in through my pod, I look out and see the amazing view that just stands there. Romantic. And I love it. It’s a sight that evokes emotions in me. And I want to be able to capture it. But knowing me, I naturally incline towards fashion.  I think

This is a perfect background for a photo shoot. But would anyone use it for menswear?

Menswear shoots in Pakistan tend to be more macho, and there’s this stereotypical approach towards menswear fashion photography not just in Pakistan but also the whole world. While I see trends changing and male models adopting to a more “softer” look in some of the shoots, the prevalence of the macho hunk might take some time to get over.

The stereotypical male model figure that seems to be dominating everyone’s attention and rules the world

Women get to have so much fun with their clothes and their photo shoots range from exotic locations like amazing amazonian back drops to then donning a motorcycle jacket and slipping out to an adventure. Girls just wanna have fun, and they do. Guys, on the other hand, have nothing to them if they don’t come up to a certain stereotype of the male body. Yes, that’s what models are for, but if we can have plus size female models on the covers of a few magazines, then what’s wrong with menswear delving into the more softer side of the world.

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I’m not stating go all feminine, I was just wondering how to use such backdrops and incorporate them into a collection. What’s wrong with not being rugged for a while, what’s wrong with showing a vulnerability to your photos, a soft nature enhanced look that just…makes the whole thing look beautiful.


There are some people and some photographers, brands and magazines (Bergdorf’s shoots in particular) that seem to be enhancing the softer side of menswear. And the trends are speaking out too. Pastels and florals have been dominating the runways, shoots, magazines and so many collections everywhere.  Things are changing. But It’d be nice to see more of the embracement of this particular (softer) side of menswear here in Pakistan.

Bergdorf’s Spring/Summer Menswear


The best thing happened to Pakistan Idol : PEPSI !

Originally posted on UMAIRICA:

So many music contests have come and gone and as were there winners and nobody even remembers them.. What a waste and that’s why my blog title makes sense. Whatever that Pepsi touches in Pakistan turns into gold. Be it cricket in early days and even today and of course music, Pepsi has played a vital role in making stars whom we fall in love with and became fans of. It won’t be wrong if I say that Pepsi gave life to Pakistani music. It was only until Pepsi came into the picture that we saw Vital Signs become bigger and better, how can we even forget Pepsi Top of the Pops, which gave the biggest boost to the Pakistani pop music industry and then came battle of the bands and of course endorsing all the fantastic bands and singers .. wow Pepsi ! Thanks for promoting the talent ‘NONSTOP’!



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Models: Off Duty Style at PFDC Sunsilk Fashion Week 2014

That Paki Boy:

Yes, Yes yes! Somebody captured this! Finally! i was dying to see how paki models did and man! They do it gooooood!

thank you so much Hira for this extremely delighting insight into a part of fashion that, as you said yourself, remains hidden.

Don’t worry, you look great in the polka dots! And not accessorizing is a thing too, so you look amazing!

Originally posted on The FashionEasta :

We see a lot of red carpet and on-the-runway photos floating around after major fashion or media events however we rarely get to see what models dress like in between the shows, when they are on the go!

It’s obvious the socialites will dress extremely well on the red carpet or at any event for that matter. But it’s so much more fun to see how models, who have seen a LOT OF BEAUTIFUL CLOTHES in their careers, get creative with their own wardrobe when they are in a rush!

I tend to think that personal style is what gives each model that certain edge or personality over the others. And I can go on and on about how I prefer the relaxed & natural state of fashion as opposed to the layers of make-up and overly expensive & made up looks.

Here’s a look at some personal style choices…

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Originally posted on I Spoke Bespoke:

So our fashion sovereignty has sent in their final verdict. Blue, in whatever shade variation it may be, is still the astute choice and a happening color of the season. And why not..??? It’s got a great sense of coolness to it and an appropriate shade can take you pretty far in creating a stellar summery look. Showing up on many designer’s color palette, Blue color made a huge comeback in fashion some two seasons ago, especially when color blocking became the hot trend around the globe. But to my excitement, it was still trotting our runways and the red carpet at the 7th PFDC Sunsilk Fashion Week. However, after seeing one specific tone of navy blue, I did have flashbacks of my high school uniform, but hey…I did’t let this change my mind. If done the right way, It’s suitable for every environment, it hits that smart-casual territory exceptionally well, keeping your look put-together and most importantly it adds…

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Best of PFDC Sunsilk Fashion Week

Originally posted on Style Inn:

Menswear was at its full glory at the recently concluded PFDC Sunsilk Fashion Week and that is thanks to two brands, Bareeze Man and Republic by Omar Farooq. They set new benchmarks, presented fresh fashion and upped the style ante quite a few notches. Apart from the two, there were selective glimpses of menswear brilliance from other brands noticeably Sania Maskatiya and Arsalan Iqbal.

Here’s a look at some of the trends on the PFDC Sunsilk Fashion Week runway that stood out. While there were many looks that I loved, there’s always a few trends that you can borrow from the runway and apply them to your everyday dressing.

Here is a list of what I absolutely loved at PFDC Sunsilk Fashion Week, 2014.

A Dispersion of Print:

Making menswear interesting and lively is always a tricky. Play safe and you end up looking too boring, overload the apparel with…

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Countdown to the Body Love music video and the launch of the Body Love Campaign!! Boom.

Originally posted on Mary Lambert Sings:

Dear citizens of the universe (and beyond) (like bed bath and beyond) (but actually not at all like bed bath and beyond),

I’m releasing the Body Love music video in one week.

I decided to launch The Body Love campaign in conjunction with the anticipation of the video starting today. Every day on my Instagram, I will focus on a part of my body that I embrace, and offer you to do the same- posting a picture with it, hashtags, and a description that will automatically post to the Body Love Campaign website. Your empowerment and strength can be a tool for others. I believe we can build each other up.  I think self love is one of the most important and potentially culture-shifting movements that is happening and can be propelled. I was inspired by Denise Jolly’s “Be Beautiful” project, and Sonya Renee’s  “The Body is Not an…

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On Being Cultured

A counter culture comes out of people who don’t identify with the mainstream culture. 

I have spent a lot of time at boarding school. Due to which I feel like I don’t know much, and i haven’t seen much of the world. Like when  i got out of there, it was so overwhelming for me, i am still recovering. But what came as a culture shock for me was that the people I idolized, they were so much more advanced than I was. They read Goethe, Freud, and blah blah. I on the other hand read  just the mainstream young adult novel series and had read so little books. I wanted to write, but they were so much better writers than me. I knew nothing about the references they made. I felt left out. I felt timid and unpopular. I felt like I could never fit in.

I watched Disney, I watched chick flicks, I listened to Ke$ha and my room was covered in pop culture celebrities’ posters and pin ups, I had spent thousands of rupees on collecting music cds and DVD’s that were looked down upon as trash. I was like that naive young character in the movies who speaks in a paindoo southern accent and steps out into the big city and people make fun of him. Like that receptionist guy from 30 Rock. I was a misfit in the world of people i wanted to be a part of. And i knew not how to navigate it.

I have always had this complex where I’m not supposed to have the things others have, or i need to be the first one to have it; i need to have something when others don’t have it. It has not got to be mainstream, it has to be hidden, but at the same time it’s supposed to be cool and “me.” I will not go for different things for the sake of being different, it has to connect with me. It has to make me feel unique and lost and at the same time, more refined and left out. While it worked at boarding school where I was bullied on my choices, I realized that in the real world, nobody re reads their Princess Diaries novels daily (I would literally have read the series about a 500 times) and imagines they’re in a music video and sing the songs out loud (yes, i think my life is a music video and my iPod is the soundtrack supervisor).

But this approach didn’t work. I was left lonely and confused about where I stood. I was then thrust into med school ( I use thrust because it’s not something I wanted at that time). That didn’t get me time to actually go through all the things that “those” people loved and who made them who they were. But I didn’t stop doing what I liked. I didn’t stop liking what I liked. Mainly because I didn’t have time to refine myself due to the workload, but I kept being myself. That was my mantra, be myself.

I felt the dire need to be cultured. To refine my taste according to the people who were cool. I would go to those hipster hot spots in Islamabad and feel rejected. I didn’t like Bob Marley or Dylan, nor did I like Nirvana, sorry. I’m sorry I haven’t watched Casablanca or Gone With The Wind (nor read it). I make my own vanilla latte at home, and I cook my own lasagna and I dream, dream to be included and accepted somewhere. I didn’t study at a liberal college, nor had I done A levels. I didn’t like going to art galleries (back then) and i didn’t quote Sylvia Plath or some famous cultural icon. I didn’t listen to vinyl records. I didn’t have an iPhone or a mac book (I still don’t). I wasn’t sophisticated. And I was not OK with it.

Then I started to grow up. I felt emotions I had never felt before, and I needed something to relate to. That is when I started reading books that made sense, discovered artists that I could earlier not connect to and be able to sit through two hour long indie films that would earlier put me to sleep. I started thinking more. I started exploring life more. I felt like growing up, I totally changed and along with that, so did my choices. I now proudly tell people that I liked Lorde when she had barely seven thousand likes on her Facebook page, which now boasts three million plus likes. I predict which indie band will make it big and i watch films before they get famous. I watch unusual tv shows that people haven’t even heard of, and the films, don’t even get me started on the kinds of films I watch, it’s boring and influencial. Over time, I have refined my taste, a lot.

I read books that you can find at the back corners of book stores that you find on amazing discounts, I write poetry that never follows the ways that people love, I wear clothes that define me and not what i should follow. I offend my elders because I speak the truth and I offend my peers because i don’t conform to their labels. But I like it. I have found what I like. I can finally find things I can relate to. I feel like I am a culture myself.

But I also now feel people can relate to me too.

I could never have forced myself to like something because somebody else I liked liked it.

I could never have been me.

Growing up helped me find myself, I didn’t get stuck in one place and God forbid if i do. I like this growth. I like this phase where I don’t really have an opinion on anything. I like being simple. I like not going deep. I like not finding meaning. I like liking for the sake of liking. I like not conforming to the rules of cool. I love Katy Perry, but at the same time I like Brandyn Burnette and Shura, who are indie artists I’m sure you’ve not heard of.

It’s very important to give yourself time to find where you stand and what you like. And it’s also important to realize that you’re only cultured if you think you are. You cannot let the fact that you don’t read a certain genre of books like most literary refined people do, get to you and bring you down. Explore. Find treasures only your heart can cherish. You can either read Tao Lin, or you can read Stephanie Meyer, it’s your choice.

Your Choice is your culture.

And know, that you are cultured.

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