What I think are: Two different approaches that force you to think about two different aspects. Scanning, minimalism, design, precieving needs, revenue models, business plans, protypes, beta testing, launching, market size, market segmentation, target market, marketing itself.

List of demands, timeline, no bugs, do what your told, no revenue model, no design, no business plan, no scanning.

Lost in Translation:

Girl coming of age. Coming to terms with her sexuality, her family and her world – Fiction.

Identity Crisis:

An MBET student on Winter Break. CBET and school withdrawls, lost of meaning, questions of existence, life, meaning, and the number 49 (Hitch Hikers Guide reference)

Here’s the idea: Post a plot or script on a page. Invite people to view it. If they like it, they can either pick a scene to shoot, or they can shoot the entire film. Alot of people shooting the same script, in different ways (leave the direction, camera angles, lighting etc to them). Edit and put it all together. Who knows, you might come up with something fanstastic.

Now I should Google it to see if anyone’s done anything like this before. And I am sure they have.

Such is the truth of the world.

4:31pm – Blood on the dance floor: Bewitched

4:35pm – Like A G6 (This will do)

4:36pm – Dynamite

I am sure if you browse through my blog, you’ll some post which goes something like ‘I havent written in a while, need to write some more’. This is not one of those posts, though fair warning, it might be a little ‘ranty’ and cyclic.

I was telling a friend, how my English has down the crapper. Maybe it was a reaction to my marks on the strategy paper. I told her, I was a published writer in a past life. Maybe I am just out of practice.

But to write, one needs to condense the chaos in the mind to put it on paper. Atoms of ideas that coalesce together to form bigger ideas. Those ideas come together to form matter. Matter that can be engineered into movements, change and paradigm shifts.  This is the knowledge economy, and it works on idea factories (borrowed from Seth Godin – The Idea Virus).

We have a course, with Paul Guild, on innovation management, different models of innovation, open sourced, crowd sourced and collaborative work environments. All those idea’s are in a pile in my head. I know these models exist. But how does one practice them?  How does one create the space, the mind set? RBC next great innovator challenge,  is a good example from the current list of projects. We are divided into groups of 5 (Made by choice) and initially everyone was tight lidded and tight lipped about the what they had, what they were working on. I talked to a few people about opening up, sharing ideas. What are the odds someone else in North America or Canada hasn’t been thinking along the same lines? Out of all the business and engineering schools? Astronomical! But anyways, ideas did come out during the 2 min in class pitch, and some valuable feedback.

I have read, I am reading a dozen papers, articles on various innovation models, how to foster creativity, and watching TED talks on Innovative spaces and Coffee Houses.

I have a half form idea in my head. You have a half formed idea in your head. Lets bring it together and see what happens.

What is my great idea? I dont know yet. Its a work in progress. Right now its atoms. Lots of atoms, in Brownian motion, jolting around my head at random.

Recent inspirational watch: Learning from the Barefoot Movement – Bunker Roy.

Recent Inspiration event: Junior Achievement Award Gala – Schools kids getting a taste of business and new venture creation. Those who got the best venture award were school kids, who made candles for stress relief. Generating a return of $3 for a $10 investment by their investors.  I had no clue what that was when I was their age.

Like another friend said to me the other day ‘I think I am interested in so much, and I want to do so much, its hard for me to be like those people on TED who have been working on something for a lifetime, and found something truely amazing’

Ditto.

Though, who said all those diverse interests couldn’t come together in some shape of form? Searching for the ‘secret sauce’.

Lets see when and if it all comes together.

Peace out.

http://browse.deviantart.com/?order=15&offset=72#/d4c6pi9

Aldous Huxley, 1894-1963 (Adapted)

Apart from the film, a webstie (www.zabukhari.com) is under construction, where his pictures, video’s, audio, letters and other material collected will be posted. Along with a general shoutout to people who have any material on him, or knew him to write to us about it.

So that is that.

What started out as a interview to be filmed is now morphing into a documentary. Still pending a green light, but if it does.

Wicked cool.

Center of Nowhere - Zardo

Photograph from the BBC Archives. Z.A Bukhari, at the BBC Urdu Service.

Z.A Bukhari, originally uploaded by kamil[rextin].

Old historical photographs of ZA Bokhari, younger brother of Pirtas Bokhari.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zulfiqar_Ali_Bukhari

An usual name for a band from Lahore, that performed at Kuch Khaas a couple of days ago. A packed house nonetheless.

Islamabad is a small place. Awfully small. While the crowd gathered at the band did sound checks, everyone flocked to the Lime Tree (KK Cafe) for some drinks, smoke and a lot of small talk. I ran into at least 3 people I know as the numbers swelled. Other couple of people I avoided eye contact with to avoid saying hello, followed by what would seem an eternity of awkward silence.

Sound testing done with. The band is ready to kick off the gig. The crowd wait in anticipation. I on the other hand, having a gut feeling what I am about to hear will be a lot of noise with some words mashed up together; head on up stairs.

One of my friend sitting through the gig, or rather being forced to by his wife sends me a desperate text message:

‘Dude, I have total respect for ‘musicians’ and ‘artists’ now. They work hard to create ‘music’, which is not something I can say for this lot here.’

Ha. That’s a laugh. I head on downstairs to check what in Gods good name he is talking about..

What I hear is the following:

*Drums bashing, heavy electric and bass guitar*

‘Who farted, did you fart? Did you fart?’

*Drums bashing, heavy electric and bass guitar*

This goes on and on and on. Eventually I have an urge to go to the mike, hush everyone, apologize and say ‘No reason for alarm people, it was I, I farted’.

*applause*

They start to belt out another song. It’s hard to make up the lyrics if there are any, apart of the occasional ‘woof woof’ and ‘meow meow’.

My friend whispers to me:

“I think my ears are bleeding’.

Admittedly, this sort of music isn’t everyone’s taste. Or maybe you just have to be stoned to appreciate it.
They churn out some more music, and some more vaguely obscure lyrics. The most interesting sight however was a bearded bassist in shalwar kameez. That is not something you see very often.

As the gig wraps up and I head on outside, I hear a girl say to another:

‘Oh My Gaawd, his voice is just so awesome’

Really? You actually heard something through all that noise?

Kudos.