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Faisal Mosque-Hollier than thou

Faisal Mosque-Entrance

Pictures  from an expedition to faisal mosque  at Lailat-ul-Qadar(The night of power). The night we Muslims believe that the Koran was revealed to our prophet.

I was doting around a D60 and 2 lenses and a tripod, despite signs forbidding photography. It was just too perfect to pay heed to the signs.

Greener then thou-Just to prove the holliness

Green lights to mark the speciality of the occasion

Reflection caught in a fountain right at the entrance–>

Reading the Koran

Leaning on the marble-reciting the Koran

Marble Courtyard

Marble Courtyard

And when the nights of worship finally take its toll on the faithful..

Sound asleep

Sound asleep

Exhausted

Exhausted

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Starting over is never easy. And I don’t think there is any book on the subject. Or humanity for that matter that says it is. It is a wrongful assumption to make, to assume everything is a a piece of cake, in life. Specially if you have 16 years of science and education which all you have to speak for you, and at the end of it all, what you really want to do is write, or something. Then its starting from scratch.

I like to imagine if I got somewhere, on a job on the basis of my education and qualification, i would be at a, not being modest, comfy job with a steady income. But since my writing for TFT has taken a step forward, I have dared to dream of a different life, that was all but a far away speck for most of my existence. I tend to under estimate my technical capabilities quite a lot.  Maybe i am just not that comfortable with it. I never came to terms with my capacity as an engineer. Though i did do quite a few not so shabby projects in my undergrad work. Specially my FYP which was awarded the first prize. But sitting at an office job, 9-5 doesn’t agree with me. Life must, MUST amount to something more then simply providing for yourself and your family. So I have found a glimmer somewhere, a door creaked open, left like that by accident, and the opportunist in me has managed to get a few fingers hinged in. Hoping to push it open. Having no idea where it leads or whether it will even ever open fully for me to walk through.

I like to imagine myself breaking the rut, and trying something new. Does that make me brave? I like to think so. But having no strings attached makes this easier then it would have been later in life. Maybe.

RR offered me to be is Research Assistant. He just called as i was writing. He gets projects and research grants for studies and what not. Like agriculture in Pakistan. Good thing or bad thing is I’l be working from home. I was hoping to live in Lahore for a few months and maybe get to go places. Maybe all that is not lost yet. I have agreed to do it. If i am up for it, i’l be getting some money per month or per project, as per our agreement. How much and the mechanics of it all are still vague. He’ll send me the material and i’l go through it and give him the green light. Long hours and everything is all good. With nothing to do and all the time to spare, i might as well do something constructive and working with someone like RR, would be good exposure. Or atleast thats the idea.

So bottom line. Instead of wearing a suit to work everyday and sitting in an air conditioned office. I sit in my shorts at my laptop, typing away furiously at the keyboard now and again.

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Credits Roll

I was asked by RR, to write the memoirs of Fauzia Saeed for TFT. Excited and eager to rather some credit as a writer and journalist. I jumped at the chance. Writing for a paper is’nt as a easy as sending them articles on the email listed on it. I have done that in the past years, quite a few times.  They dont just publish whatever comes their way. I guess its a big pile of shit and they cant bother to sift through it. One at a time. So they look for some sort of reference. Now when Isa sent my P&G article to RR, editor TFT, and he was interested in my work. I was eager to get a foot into the door before it shut on my face. Managed to get a few fingers.

When RR mailed me about Fouzia’s memoirs, i jumped at it. Like a dog after a bone. Though maybe i got my reality warped. I thought i was an interview. But now it is more like i am her Ghost Writer.

Disappointed i was. Am. But in no positions to make demands. I’l go with it. Cant afford to show a stiff back. This is the process. I am getting payed. I hope at the end of the day when it gets published on this friday, i get credit for it. Even though i have no creative input in it. I’l work with what i have.

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Had a one on one with Fouzia Saaed, of the Taboo fame. My first assignment for TFT. RR set up the meet. It was pretty awesome.

I’l be listening to hours worth of our conversation and writing some 4-5 article series.

Taboo-Fouzia Saeed

Taboo-Fouzia Saeed

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Ramadan

DSC_0013MeThe Killers : Human Lyrics

Songwriters: Flowers, Brandon; Keuning, Dave Brent; Stoermer, Mark August; Vannucci, Ronnie Jr.;

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I’m on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye, wish me well
You’ve gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I’m on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we’re receiving
Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I’m on my knees looking for the answer

You’ve gotta let me know
Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I’m on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Are we human or are we dancer?

Are we human or are we dancer?

I have to write about my faisal masjid photography expedition.

And the khusra i ran intoat F10.

Will be uploading photographs later.

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Pindi Assorted Photographs

Pindi 08

Pindi 08

From the expedition to pindi.

Finally got down to uploading the pics.

Article expected to be published in TFT on friday.

Hindu Temple

Here are a couple of shots i re-sized

Pindi 08

Pindi 08

for TFT.

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Loose Ends

You lock it up. And keep it in a safe place.

Water under the bridge.

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