Archive for December, 2011

Remember Me…!!!

Speaking about Changes in life, they always leave me amazingly surprised. That no mater how hard you may try to make every bond preserve, to make the both ends meet all the times, but at the end of the day, all goes to vain. But it’s worth doing it.

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It’s been nearly a year here in Kuala Lampur, and if I look back and see what I have earned so far, I can see the pictures of my friends. That’s all I have earned here. I have learned hell lot of life lessons during my time here in KL and managing relationships is one of them. It’s  3 53 in the morning here in KL and this room was never so quite since the day I arrived in this part of the world.

Kashif Rehman, Aamir are two of them I doubt if destiny would take me to them ever again. Kashi was arrogant, witty, ingenious and entertaining. Amir on the other hand was Ridiculous, energetic, resourceful and smart ass.

I don’t have such a great history of having friends in my past. I’m so hostile at relationships I just can’t manage with them i believe, or may be it is other way around but they are always short. The longest friendship I ever had is 5 years with Khan and it’s still going on. But  I don’t really blame them or the destiny, rather I think may be I’m the one who might have made mistakes all the times, but I would never intent to hurt them and I never have done this. But anyway, it just sucks a bit but i believe i can handle that.

So talking about Kashif and Amir, everyday spent with them was more delightful then the previous one. The beauty of our relationship was that we used to fight a lot, a lot. I just loved the way my actions used to annoy Kashif and I would do them over and over again just to watch him shout at me and get angry. That was always a scene to watch. Specially the moment when I used to call him “PHATOO” and then I would love to just look at his face, whether talking or silent, Her always was a vision to watch and amir always used to ignite him for more. This is what i loved the most about our relationship. I kept telling them  that the day I die, or leave, you guys are going to remember my actions and me. I guess they must have realized this by now that Awais Rehman is a man to miss :).

There were lot of miss understandings between us and there were always two main reasons all the times…!!! Women, and Money. Which are universal problems so no surprise. Other fights were over bringing the food, washing the dishes making the tea and other household stuff. During the month of Ramzan, I just love to annoy Kashif over making food. Everyday he would ask me what you’re gonna cook tonight, and I would always tell him tthat tonight we are not going to make anything… and then it was his voice and my little room 🙂 …!!

We went to Johar Baru together, we went to Penang together. There are the two places that we visited outside the KL. Those trips we beautifully mind-blowing.  I would still blame them that they did not convince me to take the Banana ride in Penang beach. :D…  And I missed the story of Kanna G!!! Since then I’m in great hunt for Sugarcane.

Somewhere deep inside, I felt that Kashif didn’t trusted me for some reasons. He used to assume the things on his own, and never really came back and talk through. As i said earlier that I tried my best to preserve the bond all the times. May be in the future if i get a chance to meet him, I would talk to him about, but i’m not sure we’ll be able to conclude that conversation. I used to write the blogs and make him read for me. He may not the be greatest reader but i loved his reading 🙂 … Honestly, I really though of turning myself in to a gay for a night and nail him down, because of the way he used to curve his ass up while sleeping :)… But I’m still virgin and he is not. I’m not the reason for that, I know 😛

Amir disappointed me  during the days of Diwali stall. He was not able to take the pressure and he just could not keep the balance of pressure and friendship, but I let that go too, and i preserved the bond.  As a whole Amir and his brothers are good at heart and I knew that from day one, that is what kept me intact with them. But one thing that he did, i will never forget him. He stole my jacket and ran away. My only jacket. 😦 Kashif on the other hand forgot a bag full of Shirts, so that comes in to my share of inheritance. 🙂

I had this feeling that  when he’ll leave the country  I’m gonna miss him and the events that happened between us, and this is how it was done. I was too drunk to see them off to the airport and I just could not help myself on my feel and walk. I really missed that. And that morning when I woke up, the room was a messy shit,  and i was alone not just in the room, but in the entire apartment. No body asked me to prepare the breakfast, or fought with me over washing the last night’s dishes. But I guess I’m just going be fine.

Aamir is never going to comeback to KL and Kashif is going to think over it after he gets married in the Feb next year. If you ask me I would say he won’t be coming too. I don’t know how long i’m gonna stay in here and where I’m gonna head back after the completion of my studies. But, life goes on. I have other people moved into my house and they appeared to be a good company. Overall, What we had ain’t gonna comeback but it was worth spending each moment with them.


Awais Rehman



First important tier of Islam is Touheed; which means “I believe in ALLAH the Exalted,  in His Angels, His Scriptures, His Prophets, the Day of Judgment, and in the fact that every thing good or bad (in the world) is pre-destined by ALL resurrection after death.” Every Muslim in the world believes so. So the primary belief of Islam is not only to believe what you see but believe what you don’t see; Allah. This belief differentiates from other religions of the world. So the point is, Why don’t we keep such belief for our future; That, Allah has set up the destiny and you would never know whats coming on your way. The question arises here in my mind that does Allah pre-destines the life and future of communities, cities, states and countries. The only answer that comes to my mind is that all those worldly things are run my man and faith ans self belief is what is going to take them to the finish point.

It’s been 64 years sincePakistangot freedom. Wait a minute: What is Freedom? I don’t know. They never taught me in school. All I remember from school is thatPakistanwas freed by Jinnah on 14th August 1947 from The Great Britain via dialogues. So what is freedom? WhenPakistanwas a part ofIndia, still things would’ve been the same. People with families trying to find work to feed them. Parents would be thinking about their children’s future and education. Ambitious people would have been running after money, sex and fame. People would hardy get the justice out of the government offices unless they have certain sources. Scared of political and racist activities with in the towns. The Mothers would send their children to the schools like they send young men for war, hoping for their safe return. So where are we now? What we have lost and achieved in the 64 years? Freedom?

Dictionary defines Freedom as the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint. These words seem quite simple but holds massive power and importance. It is human psychology that we always realize the importance of something once we lose it.

The main reason why I always wanted to leavePakistanwas that I didn’t like the way daily life moved. In Fact, I was trying to find excused to speak bad things. I was a famous unpatriotic person among my friends. I used to get annoyed by the honking bikes and polluted traffic. I remember clearly that I never though for a single moment to improve things, at least to keep a positive attitude and optimistic approach towards things. All I did was I ran away. Today I realize that  the efforts that I put and the money that I spent in order to get aboard and leave the country; If i could just spend a half of it over making something better, I would have been something. At least i would have been able to visualize the future, which I can’t see it here in Kuala Lampur.

Every family has a black sheep you would never realize the importance of something if you haven’t seen the opposite. I have not experienced but seen, the captivity and hence I realize the importance of  Freedom. It really brings hell of feelings in my mind when A police officer on a road block stops me and asks me” What are you doing in my country”? Or when a proud citizen yells out that” This is My country and I would do what I want”. This is when I realized how free we used to be; the freedom of making choices. See your friends whenever you want to, stay late night out and no one would ask a question. No police officer will question about your appearance in that country, for, that is your home, the paradise within. The country is our body, and if any part of our body is aching, we don’t cut it, we work on it, try to improve it and bring it back to music. The fact is, I think, that we are too busy in criticizing our country’s problems that we have lost the notion of thinking it optimistically to make things better. If the system is corrupt, let it me. But corruption doesn’t work officially. You are citizen, you have the rights. You should know the rights and you should use them.

I’m the active user of  Facebook and I have seen many people/pages that post mainly the pictures which exposes the bad side of the country. And I feel sad and sorry. Why don’t they post the good things to show the worlds how good we are or how good we want to be. Yesterday tells us that the nation it used to be, but today and tomorrow, this is what maters. We can make it happen. The tomorrow might be ours. Miracles do happen and we have ability to make one happen.

The security concerns might be an issue but when your emotional self is satisfied and like hell we care about anything else. Besides that you are close to your family and your traditions and cultures. You are surrounded by the people who look alike you and you have the liberty of expressing your emotions in your own language.

So now this comes with the technology and modern things. So tell me, Should I not love Pakistan because it doesn’t have metro train systems, huge shopping malls and branded coffee shops? That’s not enough reason not to love your nation. Let’s, for instance, look at education. I am enrolled in one of the leading industries of this country, Hotel Management. I don’t say I’m super talented and hardworking student but I don’t find any competition. Most of the times I tell my teachers what to do. I rather felt sad when I was the only student in my first semester to pass my exams outta 23 students. I wish badly that I could have invested my money in any of the leading Alma metals of Pakistan, such as CBM or SZABIST. I could have some competition and luxury of being taught by the quality and highly qualified teachers rather than high school graduates.

Most of the people say Pakistan doesn’t have the opportunities but that is not true. Where there is will there is a way. I would put it like this. If you have courage of doing things you do, no mater what circumstances be, or you become coward, and run away. After completion of my studies I wish to comeback and work in my own country and something tells me I’m going to do it hell lot more better that anywhere else in this world.

                                                                                                                                                                                    Awais Rehman