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The Anti-"Match Thread" Thread | Imaginary vs Nonexistent | Fictitious Stadium | February 30, -2015

Are your nerves shot to pieces? Are you in such an advanced state of decrepitude that the excitement of a game could trigger a minor heart attack? Does your team depress you? Can you no longer bear to watch your team in action? Do you only check the score every half hour, spending the intervening minutes in a state of dread, fearing the worst? Does a loss throw you into the deepest of funks, causing you to delete all cricket-related bookmarks from your browser, disavow any knowledge of a game called cricket (isn't it an insect?), burn effigies, stone players' houses etc.

If you answered yes to any (or all) of these questions, then this is the thread for you. This is your sanctuary, whenever your team is going through a bad patch. Or is perennially in a bad patch. When it finds itself in a hole and starts digging, hits rock bottom, yet carries on digging.

I can already see this thread achieving classic, no, cult status in the years to come. This thread is team-agnostic. Anyone can bump it.

P.S. Sure, it's just the UAE today. But this thread isn't about today.


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So, today, since there isn't a game on, I want to talk about the white squirrels. I saw one this morning, and had to look it up.

It turns out that I hadn't seen a ghost, that they do exist in Minnesota, and they aren't always albinos. The way to tell a true white one from an albino is that the albino will have red eyes. Real red eyes, which aren't the fault of your cheapo point-and-shoot digital camera.

I'll have to trap the squirrel in my yard to say for sure. I will be Captain Ahab to its Moby Richard. I won't rest until I've trapped it.

Then I'll let it go. After all, I'm not a hillbilly who eats squirrels.


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Now, I must point out that while I don't practice eating squirrels, I do not judge the hillbillies who are forced to do so by circumstance, habit, or culture.

Read/Watch "Winter's Bone." A wonderfully depressing book/movie about the Ozarks, which as the more learned among you will know are the only part of the Godforsaken Midwest that isn't flat. It doesn't stop them from being just as Godforsaken as the rest of the Midwest, but at least they look nicer. Then again, they eat squirrels, so there's that.


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Saw the white ghost again. I had set up a mouse trap, complete with peanut butter, because my stockpile of Brie cheese is too fancy for feral rodents. And also because squirrels are fond of peanuts, therefore peanut butter. Duh.

But it sniffed the PB, turned up its nose, and scampered away. Perhaps I should try chunky instead of plain, or add strawberry jelly instead?

Also I was hoping for more input from the rest of you. It's not like there's a game on or something.


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Shehzad out... sorry I meant the squirrel is out and about in the yard again.


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Good, quick run..... errrr, is the squirrel.


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Take a trip to Kent, Ohio sometime to see their famous black squirrels. They're surprisingly cute, although they look far more rodent-like than the grey ones. And they're apparently Canadian as well. I also once saw two white squirrels outside the White House. I remember estimating the probability of seeing two albinos together, and thinking I had witnessed something very rare. But after reading your post, it seems they were probably just the non-albino white ones.
 
Kent, OH is famous of course for not only the squirrels, but also Kent State University, where the infamous shootings happened. I would think that seeing a black one on a snowy day would be quite a striking sight.

Fascinating topic, this. I wonder if instead of peanut butter, I should try nutella to lure Moby Richard. I doubt there's an acorn-flavored nut butter/spread in the market, so a hazelnut one would have to do.
 
Maybe, just maybe, if all goes well from here on, one of our South African friends can inhabit this thread, while I go and exult. Or something.

Its been so long I don't even remember how to. Is exulting like riding a bike? Does it all come back once you start indulging in it?
 
YESSSSS!!!

Ahem. Sorry. Just clearing my throat.

So... lets discuss squirrels some other day, shall we?
 
For no coincidental reason whatsoever, I'm reminded tonight of younger, sprightlier, more innocent times, and the thrill of the chase. Yes, aunties were involved.

The thing is though, I never really enjoyed the thrill of the chase. To me, the chase always induced dyspepsia, palpitations of the heart, jitters, and that sense of impending doom that is the precursor of a heart attack. I longed and ached for certainty. The knowledge that it was in the bag. Of course, I loved having chased once I had, well, chased, but while I chased, it was sheer hell.

To this day, I don't chase my food down with any drink. You may call it an old wives' tale, not drinking after eating, but I swear by it. Numerous hakeems all over Pakistan, possibly the world, would agree with this assessment.

Just a random thought.
 
Besides, wouldn't one rather be chased, than chase. Be the chasee (no, I didn't mean charsee), instead of the chaser? There's a gratification there, the security of knowing that you're chase-worthy. The sense of control that comes with knowing that you're always one step ahead, that half the job is done already.

Of course, sometimes its just a matter of chance. A coin toss if you will.
 
The only time I've ever been chased is by a hooker and her pimp. If I was any good at telling stories, I would share.
 
The woman was driving, and he was too busy shouting at me from the passenger seat. Sadly, I never got a chance to make small talk.
 
But if he was shouting, that would give some indication of his provenance.

I'm betting he was Irish.
 
Honestly, he seemed too pragmatic to be Irish. He shouted so that I could hear him from inside my car. An Irishman would have just rear ended me to get closer.
 
Is it just me or is anyone else is also having this sudden craving for Porterhouse steak.
 
I don't get the obsession with steak. Usually prepared with minimal seasoning (salt and pepper), and cooked minimally. And if you request anything more than medium-rare, some elitist will undoubtedly berate you. My pallet is admittedly a bit raw and perhaps I am too accustomed to desi food, but steak lacks flavor and it is literally a just a piece of meat flipped on a pan few times. I prefer beef in its other, more sophisticated forms.
 
chaiwala said:
I don't get the obsession with steak. Usually prepared with minimal seasoning (salt and pepper), and cooked minimally. And if you request anything more than medium-rare, some elitist will undoubtedly berate you. My pallet is admittedly a bit raw and perhaps I am too accustomed to desi food, but steak lacks flavor and it is literally a just a piece of meat flipped on a pan few times. I prefer beef in its other, more sophisticated forms.
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Your desi palate has been ruined by spices. Steak is for the purists. The quality and cut of meat determines it's value. Otherwise you can marinate any meat in spices and it will all taste the same.

For me, both styled have their own charm. I prefer steak when I'm in a particularly carnivorous mood.
 
the non-cricket supporters are generally hockey fans, is it true for this group/thread too?
 
saadibaba said:
Your desi palate has been ruined by spices. Steak is for the purists. The quality and cut of meat determines it's value. Otherwise you can marinate any meat in spices and it will all taste the same.

For me, both styled have their own charm. I prefer steak when I'm in a particularly carnivorous mood.
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Some day I may try the higher end steaks, but stinginess is another desi quality I've adopted. Do purists favor other meats in similar manners, like chicken or pork? What is special about beef?
 
yeh cheez said:
the non-cricket supporters are generally hockey fans, is it true for this group/thread too?
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I was never a fan myself, in school I once received a blow to my chestnuts with a hockey stick. I am yet to determine if I can procreate or not.
 
chaiwala said:
Some day I may try the higher end steaks, but stinginess is another desi quality I've adopted. Do purists favor other meats in similar manners, like chicken or pork? What is special about beef?
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Chicken is a tasteless bland meat only worth earthing if you fry or marinate the hell out of it and there is nothing called a good quality pork meat. It's all the same. Beef's taste is determined by many factors. What the animal ate, what climate was he raised, the marbling, age and cut matters a lot as well. I like the rib-eye for its juicy tender goodness.
 
I am more of a wrestling females fan than a female wrestling fan. But both have their merits.
 
Tonight, yours truly is in a somber mood.

Life is fickle, fragile, finicky, but above all, fleeting and finite. Every so often, one meets or talks to someone, and is unable to shake off the feeling that this may be the last time one sees them. Like that perennially young guy with the perpetually lustrous mane, or his sedate rival who exudes a certain sense of solidity.

We are officially at the threshold of spring. Spring, which should herald rebirth, hearken the gods of resurrection, reincarnation even, be the harbinger of renaissance. Yet, tonight, one is tormented by morbid thoughts.
 
It is nights like these that also force one to reconsider certain fervent beliefs. Like the preference of being chasee instead of chaser.

When it doesn't go quite to plan, being the chasee can quickly degenerate into being the prey. That ephemeral, will-o'-the-wisp essence dissipates, until all that remains is so much smoke, hot air, ashes.
 
Is this refuge against the aleas of Pakistan Cricket open to the newly hopeless?
 
Laal said:
How do you guys cope with a loss?
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You don't. You wallow in it. Luxuriate in it. Marinate in it. Simmer in it. And when it comes to a boil, it is even more unpalatable than it was. Then you masochistic side truly savors it.

And then, you salvage what pieces you can from the smoldering wreckage. Try to glue them back together, and realize it isn't so easy. It's like Humpty Dumpty, only not genial and rotund and jolly.

There's a Faiz poem about the futility of trying to put a broken heart back together. Sadly the poem escapes me right now. [MENTION=2071]saadibaba[/MENTION] quoted it once. Can we hear it again?
 
endymion248 said:
I didn't mean for there to be but I'm sure you could find one if you looked hard enough. Does that disqualify me?
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Certainly not. As the saying goes, if you can't beat 'em, join... us.

The more the miserable-er. Or something.
 
I remembered the poem! "Sheeshon ka Maseeha," or the Messiah of Glass. The iPhone autocorrect made it the Messiah of Sheraton, which is so inappropriate, given the mood.

It's a longish poem, but it's worth repeating at least this:

Tum naa haq tukrey chun chun ker
Daaman mein chupaye baithey ho
sheeshon ka maseeha koi nahein
Kya aas lagaye baithey ho
 
endymion248 said:
Misery loves company. We need non-pakistanis in here.
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We just do melancholia better, hence the lack of company. Like fast bowling and Sufi rock.

Among other things, some not as commendable as the above.
 
Nostalgic said:
I remembered the poem! "Sheeshon ka Maseeha," or the Messiah of Glass. The iPhone autocorrect made it the Messiah of Sheraton, which is so inappropriate, given the mood.

It's a longish poem, but it's worth repeating at least this:

Tum naa haq tukrey chun chun ker
Daaman mein chupaye baithey ho
sheeshon ka maseeha koi nahein
Kya aas lagaye baithey ho
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Phir dunya walon ne tum se
Ye saaghar le ke phoor diya
Jo mae thi bahadi mitti main
Mehmaan ka shehpar toor diya
Ye rangeen raize hain shayad
In shokh biloren sapno ke
Tum must jawani main jin se
Khalwat ko sajaya karte the......

:( (heart weeps silently)
 
Nostalgic said:
We are officially at the threshold of spring. Spring, which should herald rebirth, hearken the gods of resurrection, reincarnation even, be the harbinger of renaissance. Yet, tonight, one is tormented by morbid thoughts.
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Aa gai fasl-e-sakun, chaak garebaan walo
Sil gaye hont, koi zakhm sile ya na sile
Dotsoon bazm sajao ke bahaar aai hai
Khil gaye zakhm, koi phool khile ya na khile

-Faiz
 
Speaking of Faiz, to my beloved cricket team and this World Cup...

Mujh se pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang....

Tu jo mil jae tu taqdeer nigoon hojae
Yun na tha, main ne faqat chaha tha yun hojae....

Ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn, magar kiya kiyje...

Aur bhi dukh hain zamane main mohabbat ke siwa
Rateen aur bhi hain wasal ki rahat ke siwa
 
saadibaba said:
Aa gai fasl-e-sakun, chaak garebaan walo
Sil gaye hont, koi zakhm sile ya na sile
Dotsoon bazm sajao ke bahaar aai hai
Khil gaye zakhm, koi phool khile ya na khile

-Faiz
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Another one with a subtle spring theme. Almost. I mean it mentions metaphorical flowers:

Raat dhalney lagi hai seenon mein
Aag sulgaao aabgeenon mein
Dil-e-ushaaq ki khabar lena
Phool khiltey hein inn maheenon mein
 
saadibaba said:
Speaking of Faiz, to my beloved cricket team and this World Cup...

Mujh se pehli si mohabbat mere mehboob na maang....

Tu jo mil jae tu taqdeer nigoon hojae
Yun na tha, main ne faqat chaha tha yun hojae....

Ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn, magar kiya kiyje...

Aur bhi dukh hain zamane main mohabbat ke siwa
Rateen aur bhi hain wasal ki rahat ke siwa
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When I typed the word "raat," iPhone autocorrect suggested "Rahat." I dropped the phone.

I'm being trolled by the iPhone autocorrect.
 
Nostalgic said:
Another one with a subtle spring theme. Almost. I mean it mentions metaphorical flowers:

Raat dhalney lagi hai seenon mein
Aag sulgaao aabgeenon mein
Dil-e-ushaaq ki khabar lena
Phool khiltey hein inn maheenon mein
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Beautiful.

Nostalgic said:
When I typed the word "raat," iPhone autocorrect suggested "Rahat." I dropped the phone.

I'm being trolled by the iPhone autocorrect.
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It did the opposite to me as you can see. You probably type Rahat more than Raat and I probably write Raateen more than Rahateen or like you said, iPhone autocorrect trolling us. :))
 
Of course, no mention of Faiz and Spring should go without this poem immortalized by Tina Sani.


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saadibaba said:
Of course, no mention of Faiz and Spring should go without this poem immortalized by Tina Sani.


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Classic! I'm often torn about which one of Tina Sani or Nayyara Noor does Faiz better. Nayyara has the better voice, but its still too close to call.

Anyhow, staying true to the recent theme, here's my favorite Faiz ghazal, with several references to spring (and also to the tavern, and to exile, and spurned love). It has a "double matlaa," which traditionalists frown on a bit:

Rang perahan ka, khusbu zulf bikhraaney ka naam
Mausam-e-gul hai teray baam per aanay ka naam

Dosto uss chasm-o-labb ki kuch kaho, jiss ke bina
Gulshan ki baat rangeen hai, na maikhaaney ka naam

Phir nazar mein phool mehkey, dil mein phir shamaaein jalein
Phir tasawwur ne liya uss bazm mein jaaney ka naam

Dilbari tehra zuban-e-khalq khulwaaney ka naam
Ab nahein letey pari ruu zulf bikhraaney ka naam

Ab kissi Laila ko bhi ikraar-e-mehboobi nahein
In dinon badnaam hai her aik deewanay ka naam

Muhtasib ki khair, ooncha hai ussi ke faiz se
Rind ka, saaqi ka, mey ka, khum ka, paimaaney ka naam

Hum se kehtey hein chaman waaley, "Ghareeban-e-chaman!
Tum koi accha sa rakh lo apney weeraaney ka naam"

Faiz unko hai taqaaza-e-wafaa hum se jinhein
Aashnaa ke naam se pyaara hai beygaanay ka naam
 
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Excellent.

I love how Faiz defines his countrymen with such poignant terms like Ghareeban-e-Chaman, Chaak Gareeban Walon or Ahl-e-Junoon. Sadly, these names are still relevant more than ever.
 
The Nayyara vs. Tina debate is an interesting one. I personally feel that Nayyara's voice captures the melancholy and depth of Faiz's poetry like no other. However, after listening to the above it becomes difficult to undermine Tina. Both great in their own way. To be fair, Arshad Mehmood should be given as much credit as these two for composing Faiz's poetry into songs, not an easy task by any means.
 
Watsupdoc said:
And how exactly do you do that? By talking about random stuff? :))
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To begin with, yes. But then, themes start to emerge. Threads, if you will, from a jumbled ball of yarn.

Besides, it isn't all truly random. Nothing ever is. We are more beating around the bush, skirting the issue, rather than burying our heads in the sand. Hence the discussions about the thrill of the chase, Porterfield, sorry, Porterhouse steak and whatnot. The recent exchange of heartrending poetry is entirely in keeping with the prevailing mood. Rahat made an appearance too, courtesy the autocorrect.
 
saadibaba said:
The Nayyara vs. Tina debate is an interesting one. I personally feel that Nayyara's voice captures the melancholy and depth of Faiz's poetry like no other. However, after listening to the above it becomes difficult to undermine Tina. Both great in their own way. To be fair, Arshad Mehmood should be given as much credit as these two for composing Faiz's poetry into songs, not an easy task by any means.
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Correct, Arshad Mehmood is the ultimate composer of Faiz's poetry. Considering the fact that he started learning music very late, that's quite a feat. Decent actor too: Chaudhry Daulat Ali Khan in Angan Tehra ;)

Speaking of Nayyara, I think she does Ibn-e-Insha better than anyone else too.
 
Nostalgic said:
To begin with, yes. But then, themes start to emerge. Threads, if you will, from a jumbled ball of yarn.

Besides, it isn't all truly random. Nothing ever is. We are more beating around the bush, skirting the issue, rather than burying our heads in the sand. Hence the discussions about the thrill of the chase, Porterfield, sorry, Porterhouse steak and whatnot. The recent exchange of heartrending poetry is entirely in keeping with the prevailing mood. Rahat made an appearance too, courtesy the autocorrect.
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Ok, can I join in? But how exactly do you join in? :13:
 
Nostalgic said:
Well, you state your pain in metaphorical language. Avoid explicit mention of the latest on-field debacle.
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Duniya ne teri yaad se begaana kar diya
tujh se bhi dil-fareb hain gham rozgaar ke
**********

Hui hai hazrat-e-naaseh se guftagu ji shab
woh shab zaroor sar-e-kue-yaar guzri hai
**********

Aur bhi gham hain zamaane meN mohabbat ke sivaa
raahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki raahat ke sivaa

Faiz Ahmed Faiz
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Like this? :(
 
Nostalgic said:
Correct, Arshad Mehmood is the ultimate composer of Faiz's poetry. Considering the fact that he started learning music very late, that's quite a feat. Decent actor too: Chaudhry Daulat Ali Khan in Angan Tehra ;)

Speaking of Nayyara, I think she does Ibn-e-Insha better than anyone else too.
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That Angan Tehra role was so memorable. His reactions to her obese sister's flirtations with the character played by Shakil were hilarious. Decent guy too. Apparently spent a lot of time in Faiz's company. In one of his interviews he described how he used to just sit and listen quietly to Faiz and his contemporaries talk. Reminded me of myself being a little kid sitting with my dad and uncles, just trying to wrap my feeble brain around the never ending political and social talk they used to have. Having good company makes so much of a difference. One thing I miss the most in life here in Umrika.

As for Nayyara, yes, that Jale tu jalao gori song in particular.
 
Watsupdoc said:
Like this? :(
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Yes, see even you mentioned Rahat.

I was thinking of letting off some steam by badmouthing Wahhabis, as is my wont, but out of respect for Wahab, I'll hold off for the near future.
 
saadibaba said:
That Angan Tehra role was so memorable. His reactions to her obese sister's flirtations with the character played by Shakil were hilarious. Decent guy too. Apparently spent a lot of time in Faiz's company. In one of his interviews he described how he used to just sit and listen quietly to Faiz and his contemporaries talk. Reminded me of myself being a little kid sitting with my dad and uncles, just trying to wrap my feeble brain around the never ending political and social talk they used to have. Having good company makes so much of a difference. One thing I miss the most in life here in Umrika.

As for Nayyara, yes, that Jale tu jalao gori song in particular.
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I've been trying to find the theme song for "Gupshup," the PTV comedy show from the 70s. That was the show where that joke originated from: the one about the batsman handing his mate a half-smoked cigarette and saying, hold this, it's my turn, I'll be right back. The joke ran after a tour to Australia. Arshad Mehmood used to sing the theme on an acoustic guitar. I haven't found it yet, but I'll keep looking.

Other roles he had include Sajjad in Ankahi, and Rahat Kazmi's (Rahat again!) adoptive father in Dhoop Kinaray.

I too have many many fond memories about the endless conversations back home. The sort that meander on and on, over endless cups of tea. Alas, over here no one has the time, and back home, from what I've heard, people have retreated to their shells: they speak, but not openly, like they used to.
 
Nostalgic said:
I've been trying to find the theme song for "Gupshup," the PTV comedy show from the 70s. That was the show where that joke originated from: the one about the batsman handing his mate a half-smoked cigarette and saying, hold this, it's my turn, I'll be right back. The joke ran after a tour to Australia. Arshad Mehmood used to sing the theme on an acoustic guitar. I haven't found it yet, but I'll keep looking.

Other roles he had include Sajjad in Ankahi, and Rahat Kazmi's (Rahat again!) adoptive father in Dhoop Kinaray.

I too have many many fond memories about the endless conversations back home. The sort that meander on and on, over endless cups of tea. Alas, over here no one has the time, and back home, from what I've heard, people have retreated to their shells: they speak, but not openly, like they used to.
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The show was called "Such Gup". The song sang by Arshad Mehmood was "Sunoo Gup Shup, ke naoo main naddi doob chali"

Here you go

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saadibaba said:
The show was called "Such Gup". The song sang by Arshad Mehmood was "Sunoo Gup Shup, ke naoo main naddi doob chali"

Here you go

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That's the one! I guess I've been searching for Gupshup and not finding the show. Great to see Shoaib and Saleema Hashmi, Samina Ahmed, Irfan Khoosat, Arshad Mehmood et al in their youth.

Interesting how they suggest "Tea Party" as a political party name. And today there is one. In the US.

And the "bloody philistines" comment. Little did they know there will come a time when TV shows in Pakistan will be hosted exclusively by bloody philistines.
 
I was at the acceptance stage fairly early. Beating South Africa was like winning the world cup for me, anything after that was a bonus. I set my expectations low and thus the small wins were like Christmas and Eid rolled into one.
 
Cpt. Rishwat said:
I was at the acceptance stage fairly early. Beating South Africa was like winning the world cup for me, anything after that was a bonus. I set my expectations low and thus the small wins were like Christmas and Eid rolled into one.
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The Elizabeth Kubler-Ross model is interesting in that we don't all go through the five stages, and the stages can occur in any order. For instance, I find myself in depression after acceptance.

I would think that for a lot of us, the bargaining stage is very much there too, concurrent with acceptance/depression: now that we're out, Dear God, please please please don't let them win it.
 
[MENTION=2071]saadibaba[/MENTION]

Look what I found. I never knew he was "Sardar" Arshad Mehmood. They talk quite a bit about music, and Faiz:

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Great! That looks interesting. Love both of them. Will catch up on it as soon as I can buy myself some free time.
 
This morning, on my commute, I was stuck in the slow lane, with cars speeding past on the other lanes. I was mulling over how there come points in life when it appears that the world has passed you by. Like when you were once the well-off household in the neighborhood, but then fell upon a combination of hard times and the rest improving their lot, leaving you with a house full of antiquated technology, moth-eaten rugs, worn out furniture and tattered books on creaking cases. Or when the car was brand new, and you could just gun the engine and pull into the fast lane, and speed away. The final ignominy was when the car behind me pulled just that move.

I sat there until the indignant honking of a horn awoke me from my stupor. After that I drove to the Starbucks and ordered my latte venti with whole milk and two shots of caramel. Discomfort food, they call it.
 
^^^

I was stuck in traffic too this morning. The HOV lane next to my jammed lane was moving pretty fast and I noticed on my rare view mirror that a majority of cars in that lane only had one person, the driver, in them. Even though I was late for work and really wanted to speed out of that jam and also knew that no policeman ever enforced these HOV lanes in this part of the country, I continued to sit in the jam as others whiz past me. I guess I was trying to be a good law abiding citizen.

The thing that occurred to me, maybe those blowing past me with no regards to the rules are like people who make it big financially cause they are ok with bending the rules or manipulating it to their own advantage and the rest of the common average Joes out there just stay on the slow lane out of a sense of duty, which in turn slows their progress. If you look at any big corporation in US, they've all made it big my exploiting the laws and finding loop holes in regulations.

In any case, I finally couldn't take it anymore and changed to the HOV lane, joining the fast moving gang in hope that in short term I will be able to get to work in time and in long term also maybe catch up to them.

Like they say, if you can't beat them, join them.
 
Well, the thing about bending the rules is you have to make sure you don't get reported and banned by the relevant authorities. Once you do, and you're forced on to the straight and narrow, you're rusty after your time away in the wilderness, and have lost not just your efficacy but also any purchase you may have once had in your field, any ability to turn events your way, to put a positive spin on things.

As for joining the fast lane, it isn't just the powerful, fast engine that matters, direction does too. There's little point in driving fast in the wrong direction. A wayward fast vehicle is a dangerous beast. Occasionally it may be able to hound the timid off the lane, but on a proper road, like the flat, straight ones in the subcontinent, it won't.

Finally, the vehicle needs gears, and smooth gear shifts. Plodding along in second gear on a highway just won't do. Neither will trying to speed through a neighborhood.
 
Imaginary would be winning for me at this stage of life. One can come to terms with the non-existent. Nothing to see here, move on. However, imaginary rules my life. More wealth, more fame, no end to the imagination. Well I am slowly moving away from working for someone else to use my imagination to earn a living, so should not be complaining I guess.

Imaginary builds whole worlds and populates them. Imaginary wins by a knock out.
 
Nostalgic said:
Well, the thing about bending the rules is you have to make sure you don't get reported and banned by the relevant authorities. Once you do, and you're forced on to the straight and narrow, you're rusty after your time away in the wilderness, and have lost not just your efficacy but also any purchase you may have once had in your field, any ability to turn events your way, to put a positive spin on things.

As for joining the fast lane, it isn't just the powerful, fast engine that matters, direction does too. There's little point in driving fast in the wrong direction. A wayward fast vehicle is a dangerous beast. Occasionally it may be able to hound the timid off the lane, but on a proper road, like the flat, straight ones in the subcontinent, it won't.

Finally, the vehicle needs gears, and smooth gear shifts. Plodding along in second gear on a highway just won't do. Neither will trying to speed through a neighborhood.
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On the contrary, a little time in the wilderness helps put things in perspective. Sometimes we forget where we are going or which direction we are heading towards. We tend to put a high value on our "paak daaman" which is nothing but vanity, forgetting that its all for show anyways. We get afraid of what others will think of us rather than thinking what makes us happy. The result can sometimes become as apathetic and monotonous as being stuck in a slow lane while other more adventurous and carefree individuals fly past by. Yes, they might crash and burn but at least they tried. We cannot let our vehicle pull us down. Just put the pedal to the metal and hear the roar no matter how meek or shrill it may be.

Shaheen Kabhi Parwaz Se Thak Kar Nahin Girta
Pur Dam Hai Agar Tu To Nahin Khatra-e-Uftad

- Iqbal
 
saadibaba said:
Shaheen Kabhi Parwaz Se Thak Kar Nahin Girta
Pur Dam Hai Agar Tu To Nahin Khatra-e-Uftad

- Iqbal
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Brings back memories of Matriculation Urdu exams and the couplets one had to memorize for the exegesis section. Another one along the same lines is:

Tundi-e-baad-e-mukhaalif se naa ghabra aye uqaab
Yeh to chalti hai tujhey ooncha uraaney ke liye

Of course, being fifteen meant we would insist on pronouncing Tundi-e- as... nevermind.
 
Nostalgic said:
Brings back memories of Matriculation Urdu exams and the couplets one had to memorize for the exegesis section. Another one along the same lines is:

Tundi-e-baad-e-mukhaalif se naa ghabra aye uqaab
Yeh to chalti hai tujhey ooncha uraaney ke liye

Of course, being fifteen meant we would insist on pronouncing Tundi-e- as... nevermind.
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Mein urdu ki couplets bhool chuka hoon, bus ek Sindhi poem abhi bhi yaad hai.

Haari pyara jawan saghara
mulk mithe ja jiye jiyara
...
jog bhali te sajhan jor
khet san ne nibhaij tor
tunjhi mehnet laye rang
dukh viye thiye sukh jo sung

anyone else remember this poem?
 
Nostalgic said:
Brings back memories of Matriculation Urdu exams and the couplets one had to memorize for the exegesis section. Another one along the same lines is:

Tundi-e-baad-e-mukhaalif se naa ghabra aye uqaab
Yeh to chalti hai tujhey ooncha uraaney ke liye

Of course, being fifteen meant we would insist on pronouncing Tundi-e- as... nevermind.
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I know this. This, and the shahsawar one - thanks to me mom's motivational speeches :)

Also, nice thread :p Give me one more week, then I'll go over this in detail :)
 
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