A great pacifist music video by a Pakistani Band

http://vimeo.com/m/91094175

Do watch!

Taazay kanjar!

Bhei madarchod vai! Sasti shohrat hasil karnay ka aik he tareeqa reh gaya hai kia? Clichéd issues pe so called aik bold sa statement de do aur phir kisi pseudo liberal publishing house ko usko mash-hoor karne ki zimmedari lete dekho! Aik se barh k aik kanjar apni maa behan bechne k liye tyar betha hai. Mayawa masla kia hai ajkal k chootya pseudo intellectual half-baked roshan khayalo k sath? Bhenchod kisi celebrity ko utha lo, koi na koi tota, koi controversial interview, koi ghatia si commentary ya mazhab se transcend honay ka shoda sa daawa he inki wajah shohrat hota hai. Bas koi cheez mil jaye jis mein taboo pe satire azmanay ka moqa mil jaye, inki gaand mein 100 watt ka bulb roshan ho jata hai. Tameez, waza dari aur mutual respect ki maa ki kuss ho gai hai. Phuddi de na hon tay! Misaal k taur pe ap faris, mathira, beyghairat brigade, saeen aur bohat se up and coming so called artists ko dekh lein. Udher wo bharat walay sunny leone ko apni jaiz aulaad man-nay ko tyar ho gaye, amrika mein justin beiber aur miley cyrus payn yakko k naye badshah ban gaye hain. Maa ko lun warr gya hai tehzeeb lo! Ma chudao wai saray aur guzara karo ese lunnon k sath!

Stop!

I cant write anymore. With each passing second I become less capable of thinking coherently and losing the clarity of my mind and all without doing any kind of drugs. One of the many self-diagnosis is information overload. That is supposed to make me a better, wiser person but I don’t see that I’ve become better. I am concerned, apparently, but I only take a pee when I feel that it will go off in may pants anytime. I am into a paradox like a Ferris wheel. I hate it but I am loving it as well. What the fuck is this? I feel old as if nothing would amuse me; as if I expect anything and everything. Even the things I don’t know do not make me curious and sometimes the shittiest of gossip is like the best thing in life. I am not crying while I write and neither I am a loser who is compelled to say such things to make himself feel better. Its not self-pity either. Inertia fits the description maybe. I am OK and not OK with everything at the same time. I don’t see any meaning in pursuit of happiness rather I feel happiness should come to me if that is necessary at all. Maybe I should sleep but I am already overdoing it. I should do something creative or be helpful to others but I think I have lost a substantial chunk of my IQ. Fuck me, I have become the laziest person on earth. I don’t even end my sentences with fullst

What the Fuck is wrong?

Yani k bhenchod masla kia hai sari dunya k sath? Pehle to madar chod apnay shashkon k liye science ki maa chod k insaniyat ki khidmet k naam pe capitalist economy ko ungli ki aur ab jab luxuries have become necessities to usko tahaffuz dene k liye humanity ki maa mar k individualism ko pankha ho raha hai. Achay bhalay sharif log ganduo ki tarah zindagi guzarnay k bhanwar mein phanstay ja raha hain! Pait, property aur paida shuda bachon k naam pe insaaniat self-respect, morality, ikhlaaqiat aur humanity jese alfaaz se katra k chalnay lag gai hai! Aur koi baat fact ho na ho lekin maut behrhaal aik fact hai. Lekin majaal hai koi is daurr mein aahista honay ya rukh badalnay ka sochay bhi. Dair se rokay huay pishaab ki dhaar ki tarah sab hansi khushi bahay ja rahay hain. Ma’shray ki har satah pe maujood log pehle daman bachatay thay, phir behis ho gaye, phir be-reham aur akhir kaar zalim aur be-sharam ho gaye. Halaat aur zamanay ko gaalian de de in ki zubaan nahi thakti. meri bhi nahi thakti. mein bhi gandu hoon kyun k mein bhi is ma’ahsray k chota sa he sahi lekin juzv to hoon! mein is payn yakki se izhar e la-ta’alluqi bhi kar doon to na mujh pe koi haqeeqtan koi farq paray ga aur na he logon pe! insaano aur janwaron mein is din ba din ghat-tay farq ko dekhta hoon aur phir apnay panjay aur nikalti dum dekh kar khamosh ho jata hoon! LCDs aur LEDs ki rohsni ne aankhein band kar di hain! ya to mujh mein inhein phir se khonlay ki himmat aa jaye ya phir ye hamesha k liye band he ho jaen! mein taqatwar ho k apnay se kam taqatwaron ki bund nahi marna chahta. mein kamzor reh k apnay se taqatwaron ki bund marnay ki koshish nahi karna chahta. mein kameena nahi ban-na chahta lekin mein ban raha hoon. fitay mu hai mere! bhenchod sab pata bhi hai phir bhi hum rotay hain! fitay mu hamaray doghlay pan k! fitay mu!

Mein Lun v nai marda!

Aj is nafsa nafsi de alam vich mein tamam bund maraan valeyaan nu thallay likhi gai saari gallaan kehna chanda vaan:

Mein lun v nai marda oos paynchod nu jidyan akhaan haun par onuu nazar na aavay!

Mein lun v nai maarda moqa parast lokaan nu!

Mein lun v nai marda mazhab de naa tay gumhray karan waleyna nu teh nafrat da zehr palan valeyan nu!

Mein lun v nai marda lokan de sochun uttay te kuj na karan te!

Mein lun v nahi marda lun maran tay!

Mein lun v nai marda 4 kitaaban parh k lokaan di bund vich ilm de khanjar ghopan waleyan nu!

Mein lun v nai marda superpower mentality tay!

Mein lun v nai marda taqatwar nu vekh k koday hon waleyan nu!

Mein lun v nai marda oonu jinnu apnay tatteyan te yaqeen nahi!

Mein lun v nai marda zabaan, lun te khwahishat de ghulama nu!

Mein lun v nai marda unna noo jerhe janwaran jiddi laur rakhday nay tay apnay ap nu insaan aakhday ne!

Mein lun v nai marda sirf TV waikhan aleyan nu!

Mein lun v nai marda bandooq phar k apnay ap nu bahadur samjhan aleyan nu!

Mein lun v nai marda onna sareya paynchodan nu jinhan ne aj dunya ich agg lai hoi aye te lokan nu phuddu laya hoya aye, te jerhe phuddu lawaan te khush ne tay jerhe apna marna pullh gaye nay!

Tay sab to ziada mein lun v nai marda apnay ap nu kyun k haddi tutt sakdi aye!

Hindustan k naam!

Dhoop ab nihayat sust row ho chuki thi. Khaiton mein hull chalnay ki waja se pani k intezar mein bore hotay matti k dhelon mein se koi aik kuch dair baad lurhak jata. Darakht k  neeche bandha bayl apni thakwat se thak kar ab kan-akhion se khaiton se paray baaray ki  janib dekh raha tha. Aj subah jab wo baaray se nikal raha tha to us ki pasandeeda bhains zachgi k akhri marahil mein thi aur us ne is k dekhne par muskaranay ki koshish bhi nahi ki. Sooraj k doobnay se kuch dair qabal kisaan ka beta josh, hairat aur mayoosi se baray mein se nikla jisay dekh k bayl ne andaza lagaya k baaray k bhoosay se dhakay farsh pe aik adad taaza bachra uthnay ki koshish kar raha ho ga. Usne hisaab lagaya k usay ziada khushi nahi hui. Darakht pe bethi chirya rafa e hajat k liye ghonslay se bahar aai aur apni beet gira di jis ko bayl ne nihayat sabar se apni ankhon k darmiyan saha aur baylon ki tarah jugali shuru kar di. Parda girnay se pehle na to soorj dooba tha aur na he parinday gharon ki taraf wapis aye thay. Jesa tha wesa he raha!
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Lakshmipathi ji Kalpakkam se 119 number bus mein bethe khamoshi se bahar tezi se guzartay manzar ko daikh rahay thay aur Chennai jald pohonchnay se bezaar ho chukay thay. Unhein apni zindagi pe fakhar nahi to kam az kam sharmindagi bhi nahi thi. Sarkari mulazmat se bhalay unhein aik shandaar tarz e zindagi nahi mila tha magar mulk k liye apnay hissay ka qatra dalnay pe behrhaal itmenan zaroor tha. Chennai mein bus adday pe unka dost un k lene k lye aya hua tha. Rasmi alaik salaik k baad wo gari mein bethe aur un k dost ne gaari anna salai ki taraf mor li. Apollo cancer hospital ki parking mein kharay un se kafi dair gari se nikla nahi gaya.

“mera khayal tha mein boorha ho kar maroon ga magar ye kambakht multiple myeloma esa dost hai k jaan nahi choot rahi. mujhe Semmozhi Poonga le chal. mein talaab mein mera intezar karti batkho ko alwida he keh loon. aur shaam ko roshnio ka naach dekh kar mein wapis chala jaoon ga.”

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Ghazal pay(ny-awi)

Ghalib ki aik nayab ghazal manzar e aam pe aai hai jo ghaliban apnay asloob aur bazahir na munasib alfaz k chunao ki waja se adbi halqon mein tanqeed ki nazar ho jaye. Ghaleez guftugu ne awaam mein ghalib ki barhti hui pazeerai ko dekhte huay ye ghatia kaam apnay sarr lene ka faisla kia hai aur jald he ap logon k jinsi aur bayghairat jazbaat ki taskeen ka intezam kar dia jae ga! Is doraan lazzat e gham ko do aatsha karnay k liye lamha bhar ka tawaqquf kijiye aur apnay tasaswwur mein fata fat muth laga lein.

Mulk mein barhtay huay siasi shaoor se yaad aya k “musallion ki aakar” ki misaalein di jati hain. Agar mein Hassan Nisar ki tarha bad-tameez hota to yaqeenan kehta k ye sab siasi partian aur un k supporter ullo k pathay hain magar choon kay mein us se ziada baseerat rakhta hoon is liye mein kehna chahoon ga k baray he bhenchod hai wo log jo aik aisay banday pe jis se kabhi milay na hon aur zati taur pe jantay na hon, ankhein band kar k yaqeen kartay hain aur phir ganduon ki tarah sari zindagi uss pe array rehtay hain! Baadi un nazar mein kisi k baaray mein achi ya buri raye qaim karna aik alag baat hai aur uska har mumkin moqay pe ese difaa karna jese us ne unki behen ko talaaq na dend ka faisla in k bayaan ko daikh kar karna hai! 

Hamaray haan har tarah ka supporter paya jata hai. yahan shaed kuch ehle dil taqaza karein k ap lafz voter kyun istemaal nahi kar rahay to un k liye aik share arz hai:

maa chudaen ehle dil
maa chudaen ehel dil

k baad arz hai k supporter baatein chodtay hain, rapist hain wo. mein chahta hoon k aj ki is ghazal k baad payn yakkian band ki jaen, altaf hussain paynchod ko maar maar k laal kar dia jaye, naujawan voters ko samjhaya jaye is mulk mein 8 crore voter hain na k sirf friends and family, eent ka jawab pathar se nahi dena chahye albatta kuch maqamat pe payn yeh deni chahye, amoor e mumlikat ki samajh kam az kam apnay ap ko parha likha samajhnay walon ko zaroor honi chahye, khali farmaishein karna zindagi ka maqsad nahi hota kyun k jab asal zimmedari aye na to bund phat jati hai, agar ap wazir e azam hotay to mera lun, doosray mulk apnay mafadaat ki khaatir ap ki bund martay hain to wo apnay lihaz se sahi hain aur ap mein bhi itnay tattay honay chahyein k ap bhi kisi k saath ye kar sakein, shikway aur rona khusray aur khassi log kartay hain, 40 saal se ziada umer k afraad ko apnay bachon aur ma-ashray ko system k lihaz se harmazadgian sikhana band karni chahyen takay agli generation in k behooda lifestyle se mmutassir honay se bach sakay!

maa chudaye ghazal bhenchodo, ghazal sun-ne atay ho yahan! madar chod! sanjeedgi ki maa ko to lun he de dia hai is qaum ne. jao paynchodo, mehnat karo!

PS: Lun pe charho prize k haqdaar hain: manmohan singh, altaf hussain aur veena malik! ;)