Category Archives: Snapshot Stories

Roses Are Roses

Roses are rosee even if made of paper, but then they are roses only for the eyes… You’re easy to fool because you look with your eyes… only…! But yes, roses are roses…


What Interests Me?

It’s a typical April morning in Lahore, a pleasant spring breeze is blowing in the plain and the sun is shining brightly. Temperature will gradually rise as the day matures, but it feels quite good at this hour. It is pretty quiet in the house since it’s a Saturday which is primarily a weekend for all of us, except for occasional meetings, visits and events that is. The only two members who are wide awake are my father and myself. The head of the family is occupied, reading his favourite Urdu daily. I already know what the breakfast announcement would be today:  petroleum tariffs are being hiked. That’s the front page story for the day. Here I am, picturing the scene for you from the dimly lit living room of my house, with earphones plugged in and a nice mug of coffee that I made for myself. Presently the track “Paar Chaana De” by Noori and Shilpa Rao from the 9th season of Coke Studio is being played. Footsteps! Mother is awake as well, great!

Saturday Morning

I was surfing through various blogs on the internet yesterday and came across one where a youth from Australia has written about the thing she likes to do and what interests her. It was pleasant to know that she is interested in the sport of cricket and enjoys her athletics. She had enlisted about ten to twelve things of her liking and it was certainly a fun read. Her blog gave me an idea and I thought of making my own list in my next blog post which happens to be this one. I am not sure if I can manage a list like hers, but I can surely talk about my likings and interest.

Societies and Cultures

I am very interested in people and their ways of life influenced by the various social systems and cultural rites. It is always fascinating to learn about a new custom prevalent in the region miles away from my own. I have grown up watching a lot of National Geographic and have developed a habit to read from various people about their societies and cultures on the internet, I fancy interacting with them and learning from them about them. Similar to customs and traditions, I am interested in languages, all of them. I can learn and wish to learn as many as possible. I am a multilingual with command over Urdu, English, Hindi and Lahori dialect of the Punjabi language. I know some very general phrases and words from Sindhi, Pashto, Marathi, Bengali, French, Spanish and Japanese. I believe that basic etiquette is to express gratitude to everyone when they serve us, help and be courteous to us and so, “thank you” is the first word that I try to learn in any language when I meet a native. I can say “thank you” in twenty four languages and greet “hello” in fifteen different languages. I am willing to learn a new word, a new phrase and a new language altogether as long as one is willing to teach me.


It would be an exaggerated statement if I claimed that I know a lot, but I am very interested in history. I read whenever I have enough time, on the internet and the books available to me. I started reading on the Czarist Russia only this morning and I feel like I am pretty dumb and know nothing at all. Well, I’m certainly not taking that to heart because it’s better late than never to start and there is always something that someone doesn’t know… or I am being too kind to myself? In any case, I have embarked on the journey to learn about the time that has past and will continue on my path even if sluggishly.


If I had some talent, I would have been a cricketer. I simply love the sport. I have grown up in a cricket crazy environment and developed interest in the game. Last week, on March 25, we celebrated the silver jubilee of Pakistan’s glorious world cup victory in 1992. It was an extravaganza, there were special transmissions and the match recordings from twenty five years ago were televised, “who rules the world?” started echoing at midnight and much more. We have won the 2009 world championship title in the shortest format of the game and were the worlds best the longest format for a brief period during 2016. Pakistan Cricket Team is known for its unpredictability, sheer natural talent and flamboyancy; the sport is simply not itself without the Pakistani flavour. Despite our inconsistency on the international level, the sport is followed like a religion in the country and I am certainly one such follower… it’s in the blood you see.


I have a very peculiar taste in music; to make a confession, I like melodies which have a message to convey. A beautiful tune complimented by meaningful lyrics is what I prefer. Sufi music has its own charm for me and I do have a strong liking for a few hymns and kalaams. Perhaps, the taste has been developed because of interest in poetry and literature. The only person who shares a similar playlist in my circle is perhaps my best friend. Our music preferences are very similar and we do sing even if we shouldn’t. Gives a silly smile.

Military and Mystery

I love to watch animated series and military and mystery are my favourite genres. I love the ranks, discipline, organisation, strategic brilliance and fighting arts and everything else about militaries. I confess that I am yet to read from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but I enjoy mystery and detective series based on Sherlock like intelligence and deductive logic the most.

Uh, I think that’s pretty much it for now. I don’t know what else I can tell you about myself. This is all I could think of since yesterday. I should get going for the breakfast… yes, I love my food, and I’m a foodie because I’m a Lahori you see.

This will be posted after I finish my meal… Saturday morning meals are fun. Do share your interests.

Happy blogging!

The Cash Counter


Take a wild guess, what do you think it is? Pardon me for the weird angle and not a complete, clear shot for there were a lot of people… typical of traditional Lahori markets. This is lower wall of  a cash counter at a traditional Lahori shop. I wish I could make a more elaborate shot not just the details. However, isn’t it enough to leave anyone awestruck? This is a cloth, hand-crafted with beads, dabka and tilla, pinned to the wooden wall of the cash counter with utmost mastery and made me click one hast shot walking past it.

One Yellow Crane

Smiles to everyone, here’s wishing everyone a very pleasant Sunday all the way from Lahore. I have been away from a few days now, strange schedules. Eid is around the corner and Ramazan is about to end, festivity is growing every hour here in our city. It is that beautiful time of the year which is much awaited and cherished by all. We hope and pray that everything goes well and the whole nation celebrates in joy and peace. Faith in humanity is revived when you see “the wall of kindness” being put up for the needy. Everyone puts something there, clothes or shoes, non-perishable eatables and more. Those who need them come by and take what they need.

Wall of Kindness in Lahore

Everyone does more charity in Ramazan than they do otherwise. It is blissful and satisfying to volunteer for a charitable organization. I has been a decade since my first endeavour for Shuakat Khunum Memorial Cancer Hospital and it has been a fulfilling journey, I have learned a lot and taken a lot from this. This year’s Ramazan campaign was no exception. We hope that together we can save one life if not more. Life is beautiful. Everyone who reads me, I want to request you to look around you and create happiness for yourselves and others… for me too… together we can have a more peaceful, more liveable world. We can save many from giving up. Smile at a sad face, you might be the only one smiling at him.

Imran Khan, Founder of Shaukat Khanum Memorial Cancer Hospital, with Huzaifa, a cancer patient, at the first fund-raiser iftar Dinner in Lahore

Hopefully people will be kind to each other after Ramazan too, including myself.

It’s the last Sunday before Eid so I don’t expect it be a very quiet one. For now I am doing nothing though and it’s quiet, only my keyboard’s clicking as I talk to you over my gadget. While I was roaming around the house I got myself a yellow paper, lying idle. He was alone in the shelf, the books were still sleeping I believe. I folded that paper into a crane. I learned this a long while ago, the Japanese origami crane. I can’t fold one thou fold a paper correctly. You need a square paper for origami art though. The paper I found was a regular A4 rectangular shaped one so I cut it square myself, not exactly the six inches square shaped origami paper but it served well.

Taken with Lumia Selfie
Yellow Crane

According to the Japanese legend, if you fold a thousand of these cranes your one wish will come true. I folded myself one yellow crane today, a Japanese kid would definitely do better than I did though – scratches her head with a confessional smile.

I have folded one, not a thousand cranes, but I wish for a brighter tomorrow for all.



One Shot: The Craftsman’s Life



Seldom does one image explain the whole story. I clicked this shot quite some while ago at a carpenter’s shop. Having observed this clutter for a few good minutes I realized that this clutter was all that there was about his life. Everything in one shot – life of a craftsman whose hard labour makes the two ends meet for him and whose craft measure his days and the days for his family. This clutter is all that is there to his life, may be all that is there to a doctor’s life is his stethoscope and so on…

One Shot: The Craftsman’s Life!