Yesterday we bought new bicycles for the kids as I think no childhood is complete without a bicycle. Who can forget the scary moments when one learns to ride a two wheeler sans the training wheels or the pride when you actually float down the lane without falling after you realize that your parent/sibling/friend has let go of you and you are going solo and then the shame when you wobble and fall on your side. These cycles made me nostalgic as I remembered my childhood when my brother and I used to cycle down the lanes of Bradford, racing through the public park like “CHiPs” and taking turns to haul the bike up the hill we loved on – aaahhhh those were the days.
I couldn’t resist penning down my thoughts after I read ‘PTI- No competition for MQM’. Well, PTI has become blasé about such flaying. The most ludicrous thing was that PTI was being compared with MQM; a party which launched a membership campaign though it turned out to be a farce, a party which is nurturing on the blood of the innocent, a party notorious for extortion, a party which knows nothing but is highly inclined towards bloodshed. Yes, PTI has no match with MQM.
Ironic. While Pakistan stands proud securing its first Oscars on Chinoy’s‘Saving Face’, acid victim and soul-scarred Fakhra Younus loses her hopes of ever being redeemed of the brute infliction.
Stop the Drama! That’s one statement for it. There has to be a clear difference between a morning show and a theatre performance, and Maya Khan has victoriously blurred it to invisibility. Don’t you get the feel of being cheated, your naivety in gluing your eyes on the morning TV screen being mocked at, and you as audience being hoaxed in the name of ‘creating awareness’? Yet I should salute Ms. khan for her ‘genuine concern’ for the people of Pakistan and her absolute devotion in shelving her married life in a corner so she could rightly serve the nation.