Sunday, August 26, 2007
Getting more interested in Pakistan

I figured it's time to get more interested/vocal about what's happening in Pakistan.  I guess things like this happen as you grow older.  I just wish it happened while I was still younger.

Here's in hope that those of you who are still younger will take interest now, instead of later.

Posted at 8/26/2007 1:35:26 pm by faisalqureshi
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Monday, May 07, 2007
The day has broken

Karachi heat is rising.  I guess it will be another sizzling day.  The music on my media player has also changed.

Seems like a lifetime since I've heard this song.  Some songs get engraved in your memory.  I can still hear it as vividly as I did probably 25 years ago.  I love  I can buy almost all the music I want, and real cheap... guilt free too.

This song by The Who had been haunting my mind for years.  I've finally downloaded it. :-)

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I woke up in a soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said you can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin punches around
And preachin from my chair

Well, who are you?
I really wanna know
Tell me, who are you?
cause I really wanna know

I took the tube back out of town
Back to the rollin pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of rin tin tin

I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the tin pan
God, theres got to be another way

Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I know theres a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?

Posted at 5/7/2007 7:35:30 am by faisalqureshi
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Windmills of your mind

Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Posted at 5/7/2007 7:33:27 am by faisalqureshi
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There's no promise of a tomorrow, and we're wasting our today.

Having a horrible sleepless night.  Abandoned the attempt to fall asleep.  Sitting on my desk, looking out of the window I can look to the west, as the sun rises on the other side.  A grey light appearing behind the palm trees.

I just realized I'm soon to be 43.  Life has quite conveniently slipped me by.  I don't know what dream have I been chasing?

I can't let the rest of the years slip through my fingers, like dust in the wind.

On my jukebox:

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

Posted at 5/7/2007 6:47:36 am by faisalqureshi
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Life is careless. Fate is vengeful. Alas. We never see how they work hand in hand.

Posted at 5/7/2007 4:44:55 am by faisalqureshi
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Sunday, February 04, 2007
Flying back home

A hectic day in Multan, and now a flight back to Karachi with a stop over in Sukkur another city I haven't been to in a decade or more. Must come here soon.

Multan was an overwhelming experience. The Loose Ends Pakistan get together turned out amazingly. Almost 50 people showed up. 3 hated me and everything I said. I'm sure they had some reason. The rest were an amazing lot. I just hope we have managed to touch a few hearts and change a few lives. Pictures on the loose ends forum.

Met some amazing people. Anila and her family were as hospitable as any host could ever be, and more. They were kind, loving, and just simply fantastic people. Her mother is a great cook and we obviously over ate.

Maria. What can I say. She was the driving force behind the whole effort. But much more than that, a lovely gentle soul.

Unfortunately due to lack of time we couldn't visit many sites. But those we did manage were great. Pictures soon on my personal website The sites we missed give us a reason to return. But more than the sites we hope to return very soon to this lovely city for the lovely people we met today.

Unfortunately Umar and Saif couldn't be here today, and were terribly missed.

On that note I must close my sleepy eyes and try to catch a quick snooze before we land in Sukkur. Reema is already deep asleep.

Posted at 2/4/2007 8:57:31 pm by faisalqureshi
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Just landed in Multan. Have come here after many years. Don't know why we don't travel within Pakistan. There is so much to discover and see.

Let's see what this historical city has become since I was her last, about 12 years ago.

Posted at 2/4/2007 9:05:59 am by faisalqureshi
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Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The con of politics

It's amazing to see how very very sensible people like Hassan Salahuddin can also get sucked into the con of politics of Pakistan.  He did talk to me about his inclination towards Imran Khan's Tehreek-e-Insaaf, some time ago, but I had hoped it would pass.  But it didn't.
Oh well.  Hassan was the last guy I wanted to lose to politics, but I guess even the mighty fall.  However, there is hope.  Knowing Tehreek-e-Insaaf's track record, Hassan will insha Allah be normal again... soon.
As I was writing this, I decided to look up the party's website.  As expected, I got renewed hope in Hassan's return to normalcy.  The "ideology" of the party is "As a nation we cannot progress as long as our economy depends on handouts from international lenders and donors."
No bull Sherlock.  Errrr.... but... mmmm... what's the plan?

Posted at 12/5/2006 11:51:12 am by faisalqureshi
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Sunday, November 05, 2006

I met my angel today. He talked to me. He stayed with me a while. He had wings. He was beautiful. He talked to me. I'm blessed.

Posted at 11/5/2006 3:45:45 pm by faisalqureshi
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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
All we need is tranquility

Went to the zoo the yesterday and in very simple plain terms READ the foll:
"Trees need rain and rain needs tress " - it really is that simple! And if I may add on .. Once we and nature are in balance there shall be harmony and tranquility. Right now we re at a restaurant called samundar overlooking the sentosa beach (waiting for our aloogobi and sabzi biryani!!! Yumm). Kids playing , goras getting a tan and the sun at its shinniest ! But with all the plants the vegetation around the temp is lovely. Its warm - a certain warm that warms the heart and soul. With our busy city lives at times we just don't realize how much we miss out on life and end of the day money is never enough ! So why then???on that note the biryani is here and smells divine !!!

Posted at 11/1/2006 12:11:51 pm by faisalqureshi
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