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Good night : Good morning

Came across this movie a couple of days ago on a torrent named “rare desi movies collection”. As usual I looked up the movie on IMDB and decided to give it a go. I really love the movies where there are very few characters and depth in the story. 

So the whole movie is about a phone conversation between a boy and a girl. Total strangers they were, they talked all night. It was amazing how strangers gives you comfort of freedom and free you from the fear of being judged. I really wanna call it a natural psychotherapy. I have just finished this movie and couldn’t keep myself from adding it to my blog. How they conversed, from kinky, flirty talk suddenly changes to relationships, wanting things from life, how different people are, about love and letting go. Not about finding yourself. I really hate this statement when someone says anything about finding themselves. It’s total bull crap. This movie is about creating yourself. At least this is the message I get. There may be a lot of loose ends in the movie, dialogues is all this movie is about actually. And I, being so much in love with the fundamental idea of words and their depth of expression, fell in love with the intensity of conversation that took place in this 120 min movie. Specially the last 20 minutes or so when things got serious and noting you could anticipate. It is one of those movies that when they end, they leave you thinking for so many days. 

A simple recommendation to all of you guys who think expression of words is superior to everything. 

P.s I deleted all the memory of her from my phone. When you watch this movie you’ll know what I meant. Cheers. 


Hospital window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by th! e window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Author Unknown…

Once Upon A Time In Kuala Lumpur

When I was a little boy my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind since then. He told me that all the good things in life are free. I always doubted his wisdom over this advice because he would also give me money to buy things which were also good. Deep inside, I knew that he meant a great deal more than that but I couldn’t figure it out and got carried away with the gigantic flow of life.

On the first day of my training I reached the office earlier and ushered myself in a room on the 25th floor of Menara TA one. The nameplate of the blue door of that room reads “DA Vinci”. I told myself chances are that this room may be decorated with the paintings of Mr. Vinci, at least Mona Lisa but I was wrong and there was nothing of that sort. Later that day I realized that those nameplates were used to inspire. When the training session began, I saw people from different countries, races, religions and mind-sets and it reminded me of the meetings that United Nations used to have to discuss the problems of the world. We weren’t trying to save the world, but the tiny confusions and difficulties of people that could mean the world to them.On a rainy afternoon, when the clouds were roaring and hovering o

ver the city of Kuala Lumpur, my phone rang and I was distracted from the misty view of the city covered in half darkness and half bright from the balcony of my 29th floor house. Soon as I answered the phone a busy, rushing yet caring female voice spoke on the phone and congratulated me that I’ve secured the job was interviewed for last week. I listened to her further instructions, hung up the phone and gazed back to the view with a triumphant smile on my face. A moment ago, I was looking at the same view trying to look for the signs of melancholy and nostalgia, thinking over the mistakes of my life and now I was just looking at it with composure and comfort.

I have called to the customer care plenty of times in my life and I was curious to know how the things go on the other side of the customer care. Our technical training took place on the huge and magnificent 20th floor of the same building and it was the floor where all the magic happened. One day, I came earlier and decided to observe the floor. I strolled around the floor staring at people without offending them. I saw people wired up in their headsets speaking to the computer screen and moving their hands and arms about as they were having the video conversation with their folks – or as if the caller will look at their gestures and will understand what they were trying to convey. I saw people stretching their bodies, yawning and relaxing. I saw people rushing and running around for answers like in the emergency wards in the hospitals.  I saw people chattering, smiling, laughing, chattering, helping, sharing food, sipping coffee – I saw people coming in less happy, going back happier. I realized that to the world we may be a customer care line but somewhere in the ancient dictionaries of the world we meant a lot more than that. They call it customer care; we call it Mobile Help Desk (MHD).

I was not long before I joined the floor and got accustomed to every emotion in the world under one roof. During my first week most of the people were making presentations and were so excited about it. I came to know that they were the nominees in the Annual Contact Center Awards. I came to me that I’m working with some of the best in the business in the whole country and this feeling, itself, was good enough to make me proud. Assistant managers, Duty managers, support staff were engaged to achieve their best. I became conscious of that fact that everyone is trying to fight their way through; that this department has people with knowledge, skills, wits and passion but I knew that there is always a little room to grow. I understood that customer care is very difficult job at times and although we, as a team and more like a family, made it look very easy but our emotions were challenged each day. Every day inside this building we came, worked, learnt, laughed – everyday outside this building in this same world; babies were born, people got married, divorced, died, people were hired, fired, homes were bought, expensive cars were leased, tears were shed, harsh words were spoken, fear, dread, resentment, jealousy, frustration and rage came and went out like the clouds in the sky and unaware of all this, we worked and laughed.

One of the most important elements of a call center employee is the Time Keeping. I have seen people writing big fat books about how to manage time I have seen my professors lecturing about time keeping but coming to this place – it completely changed my way of thinking about time keeping. In this place we beat time each day. It is quite amazing and at the same time surprising that how a few numbers can contain all of the time? And how a few numbers can time us out? Not in here. Here we beat time every day very convincingly.

 It may sound a little fancy but it is a fact that we work right opposite this giant engineering robot known to world as Twin-Towers. People from all over the world travel to see this infrastructural example and they have to hold their heads high and bend their waists back to make their sights reach at the top. It is different and easy for us – as easy as looking out from the window of our pantry at almost each floor. It is a general phenomenon that a good view off the window brings a lot of good ideas and refreshes the mind and soul. A Lot of agents, when they are upset, come up to the pantry and stare at this huge motherly tower. Sometimes when it is raining, the washed and faded view gives you the serenity and peacefulness of mind and you seem to forget all of your worries. When it is sunny the blazing rays of sun reflect with the silver body of these towers and enlighten our heart and soul and an unknown force takes place inside of us and provides us an immense power to fight against our worries. Standing at the top having an urban view makes you feel like you are the king – on the top of the world and you can make everything possible.

 “Almost every warrior in this battlefield is equipped with the weapons of knowledge, care, support and selflessness – and that we all soldiers join together to make an unbeatable and invincible workforce” said one of our brisk team leaders and I was quite engulfed with this idea of his. People call us on our hotline because they have issues and we help them to solve their issues but they don’t know us, they don’t know how we look like and stuff. Like in those superhero movies when a superhero transforms into his superhero uniform in the night and fights against the evil so that the people can sleep fearlessly. So in contrast of what Navin said, the Resolution team would be our backup team, when we are out of rounds or we are reloading, they are there to back us up – and out AMs are our medipacks. When we make mistakes, or we are hit, they bandage us, heal us, treat us, train us and make sure we are ready to go in again. So in this contrast, on the closure of MHD I think of us have won this battle and conquered. Now we will dig the flag of our success at this point and we will move forward to another check post and prepare our weapons to fight yet another battle of knowledge; for life is a never ending process of learning and moving forward.

My motive of joining here was to learn quickly, leave everybody behind and step the ladder of success in no time. I came here with the dream of achieving the impossible, achieving the knowledge, fame, being needed by the people, gaining power, making decisions and making people acknowledging my wits. But I ended up finding love, family, care, friendship and support. Now I know what my father meant when he said all the good things in life are free. Indeed.

A Chinese Delusion…

It was just another attempt to carry out some juice outta night. Having a new roommate moved in with me, he brought the life back into my lonely room full of books and scattered things. He is so energetic, outgoing and childish sometimes that it is always good and feels enthusiastic having him around.
It was a Saturday night and he persuaded me to goto a punjabi dance club after dinner to have fun. I have been to clubs couple of times before but they were too good to make me want to go there again. Everytime I was persuaded by someone and cameback home with a rather gloomy mood. We dressed up, had a ordinary dinner and took a walk to that punjabi club. He (my new roommate) have been there before and he was telling me how thing go there. Despite of that, I was not totally willing to go there but I did not have anything to loose so I kept the steps intact. After a little chit chat we kept quite and kept walking. It was mid night already and we had to walk a ten minutes long and quite road with partially lit with typical highway orange lights before we could reach to the sin city. The silence was eventually inturrupted by the bypassing cars and in the end by my idea. I just took a chance and asked him, let’s just not go there, let’s go home and watch a movie on laptop. He was surprized at first and then he protested that we got dressed up for this. I told him never mind its good to get dressed sometimes for nothing but ourselves. Generally he is so stubborn but he agreed so quickly and the next moment we started walking backwards.
There is a shopping mall opposite to my residential building and apparently we had walked to the otherside of that mall. He said, since we have dressed up let’s just not take the road and go through the mall. I agreed. When we got close to the mall we heard some live music being performed at a restaurant nearby. At first I said to him that we might have gone and sat there for a cup of coffee and enjoy the live music for sometime, but since music is chinese so it would be impossible for us to enjoy. He smiled in agreement. Closer we got to the restaurant we realized it was hindi music. Live. In a county where three languages are official and none of them you can speak or understand, when you get to enjoy the bollywood oldies of kishore kumar and muhammad rafi, it is like you found a block of wood in the middle of sea. You can survive, you can smile, and enjoy. Without giving it a second thought, we both followed out impulses and grabbed chairs in the corner of the restaurant. It was mind blowing. You get to request the songs for free and on top of that we were served by some pretty waitressess who were offering more than the coffee. We sat there as long as the cafe was open and enjoyed the music at our best.
We decided to go there most often now as we came to know that they have hollywood nights too besides bollywood. I was surprized that such a good place was around the corner of my house and I could not discover it in nearly two years. Its normal I guess, we never notice certain things in our lives which are very closer to us and which can well mend our souls and bring delight.
I guess this might be a good beginning of something. In spite of books and movies I have now other things to go and people to hang out with. Other evening we swam and washed the gloomy deamons outta our bodies. Atleast we tried. 

Mad Men Season 1 Review

I really hate myself when I think of  the moment when I decided not to watch “Mad Men” after first two episodes. I told myself that just one more episode and I’m over this series. But, Oh My God! it kept me tied on my bed and I couldn’t let my eyes off for a second.

My interest towards the Drama as the genre and my recent passion of watching 60’s and 70’s shows brought me to Mad Men. I have completed 1st season and I feel proud to be one of the viewers of this show. I was too late to find a show like this but I guess it’s better late than never. I have watched hell lot of movies and shows from 60’s to 20’s but it never occurred to me that I should write a review but this classic epic about ad people of Madison Square made me write it and I’m loving the feeling.

About the series I really love the décor and the make-ups. Dresses, hairstyles offices and stuff all seems to be original, vintage and perfect to watch. Moreover, the adaptation of these dresses and hairstyles is growing in the young generation and they are being sold in the market with the label of “Simply Mad Men Fashion”. Liberty of smoking anywhere they want and opening the bottles early in the morning brought me this info that such behaviours were official during that time. It is so beautiful that I want to go back in that time. The score is serene and the songs that they play once in a while are listening over again.

About the Characters, I really didn’t like Draper in the beginning but as the show moved on and nostalgia affects him, I really started to focus in his character. He is one of such characters that has more than one elements to cope. Troubled husband, he is a bad father, a good womaniser,  a failed brother, a brilliant ad man, a not-so-polite boss to a secretary.  He is both a good man and a bad man. This character is very strong and he plays every aspect well.

Peggy Olson, is the other character I feel like writing about. She seems more like “Ugly Betty” material. But I believe she is going to grow sexier as the series goes on. She is secretary cum junior content writer in the Cooper’s ad agency. There is a magic in her character that attracts men without even looking sexy.

Joan Harris is sexiest and my favorite woman in the show. I like the way she delivers dialogues and uses her gestures and body to attract men. Pete is an ambitious guy with a rich background and father-in-law. His jealousy against Don will bring lot of drama in the show as he also knows a little about his past.

The dialogues are supreme and the there are less, very less unnecessary scenes like in most of the shows playing lately on the CW Television and others. My favorite dialogue was delivered by don when he told a mistress ” What you call ‘love’ was invented by guys like me . . . to sell nylons” and his speech in the last episode to promote the projector about the nostalgia was exceptional. And of course would forget his little speech about advertising being happiness. I can’t wait to watch second season and write about it soon.

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

Girls at mid-night…

There are uncountable times I’ve been and stayed to the place I’m going to talk about. Events that happened that night , have happened many times before. Perhaps this time i took them in slightly different way and that is pushing me to write.

On November 6th 2009 i was in Karachi regarding to some work. Something happened and that work was postponed to next day.  I decided to sleep at 12 in the night. Watching TV (Useless channels) and reading a book (Some one to watch over me) were two other choices. And then same thing happened. I couldn’t sleep. I decided to listen some music in my cell phone but quickly opted for FM. I’ve been fan of late-night FM radio programs featuring Urdu poetry and Ghazals. I switched to FM 91. An RJ was discussing a topic “Dil To Pagal Hai”. Topic was little funny though but what interested me was telephone calls that were being made by listeners. RJ was well literate though and i recalled i had listened to him 2 years ago. I don’t remember one single male caller during 2 hour program. Every caller was a female voice between the age group 16-30. I judged age group from their voices but I’m also aware of how well a woman can pretend. Every caller was supposed to call, share some poetry according to the topic and hang-up, which i found less. Girls, while on the phone (on-air) read and spoke in a complete seducing and tired voices.  I suspect they understood what they were sharing as poetry. It reminded me thousands of things though, but this time i was smiling. I could picture that all the girls of Karachi in the mid-night were in deep pain, crying in their lone rooms unaware of everything else. Me and RJ were enjoying the utterance of girls. The best part was there were some good quality stuff being shared by RJ and callers and the worst part was the seducing voices that made me deviate from the topic. Someone once truly said “There are only three things to be done with a woman, you can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.” I like and experienced number three. I don’t know what i actually trying to explain here but i liked to share.

Later on i switched to FM 101 and listened to my all time favorite program Guncha-e-Shoq. I wish 101 worked in Hala.