Friday, 26 August 2016

The Unwanted Baggage

Stop listening. Simply shut your ears. Don't even give this a second thought. I'm telling you, just stop listening to everything. Literally everything. You're too vulnerable to be forced into being judgemental. Just stop it. Stop yourself from being bothered by what you hear. You might think I'm crazy and I don't mind you thinking so, because at least you're judging me on the basis of something I said myself. You're tuned to judge me for what people say, believe me this is so much more relieving that I'm being judged for something that came out of my own mouth.

Traveling seven seas away from home the worst piece of advice I could listen to, was either what came out of a judgemental person's brain based on his/her inadequate knowledge, or blindly believe in everything the media quoted. Apart from the three bags that I dragged all the way from Islamabad to Kirksville in three days, I had a lot more baggage that came with me and yet it was invisible to you. No I didn't sneak up anything illegal, I just brought along an illiterate form of thought processes. Thought processes that were limited to the extent of mere opinions but were quoted to others as if they were facts. This was the weight that I refused to carry along and yet with no personal preference towards it, it still came along. And believe me no matter which part of the world you belong too and where you are heading to, this baggage will be there as a burden on you each time you travel. All because we have tuned ourselves to being judgemental. We raise no questions. We raise no doubts. We just blindly follow whatever we hear.

Two weeks in this town and I've yet to spot the type of people I'd heard resided in this country. I'm not saying those judgements were complete nonsense or highly irrational, I'm just disagreeing with the degree of exaggeration. And it isn't alone about this place, it's about each place you can ever travel. Stereotypical schools of thought exist everywhere and believe me this is just as much of a taboo than are the social issues you're more concerned about. To most people it's fascinating how I'm a lot different than what they perceived about my country, a far of distant land deserted and desolate. They're in awe of how I can fluently communicate in their language, something they believe uncommon to those that share the colour of my skin. And I'm in awe of how they can be so much for welcoming and generous, than the details I was fed about them.

Did I mention the media before? Oh yes I did! And I know anyone reading this who is even slightly affiliated to the media fraternity, will be critical of the fact that I who speaks against judgemental and stereotypical approaches is judging them all by using the word media here. My apologies for the generalization and I'm not accusing you all of this, but this is quite true that a major section of the media just sells stories. Words like terrorism and racism are a form of spice that they add to their stories. Speak of Pakistan and they will show you the far away northern areas of the country that lack many facilities and are probably the residing zones of a lot more conservative people. To an American sitting in the opposite part of the world, Pakistan is a place that's basically not even underdeveloped but rather not developed at all, he isn't to be blamed it's what the media chooses to educate him about. Now let's switch roles here. Let's speak of the Pakistani sitting in front of a television set or reading a newspaper. To him America would seem as a land of racists. To him a trip to the States would mean being judged for his brown skin at the corner of every other road, being called a Paki or even being questioned for what he's doing in their 'American Land'. Two weeks I tell you, two weeks here and I've not found anyone giving me that judgemental stare. I've spotted smiling happy faces greeting you each way you go. And as far as only having half knowledge is concerned, yes that is true. Our knowledge is so limited that we're not in the position to judge anyone and yet we choose to do so.

So next time you someone tells you something of this sort, honestly if you can't control yourself enough to not letting their opinion formulate yours, just shut your ears. Just stop listening.

Saturday, 6 August 2016

A Letter to Myself

When was the last time you weren’t asinine enough to let gibberish opinions guide you how to lead your life? When was the last time you didn’t let someone incriminate you for not living up to their beliefs and expectations? When was the last time you strengthened your own belief in yourself rather than demanding others to do so? Each day for us on this planet of 7.4 billion scathing, disparaging and overcritical individuals is no less than a challenge itself. Than why do we let them creep into our lives even more? Aren’t their hasty comments, piercing looks and judgmental stares enough already? Why is it that after bearing all this silent defiance against probably everything we do, we allow them to be aware of the fact that we are affected by their words? To listen to further nescient guidelines for a matter that has nothing to do with them? Your life is yours and you are not bound to meet the demands of any benchmarks set by others. Of course closing your eyes to something evidently beneficial and refusing to listen to someone’s opinion that might just be of use is not advisable either. But there’s a limit to that and that limit should not be crossed by either sides, the one dictating and the one welcoming this dictation. Keep your eyes and ears open and let yourself learn from the experiences of other, appreciate receiving suggestions, but leave the last bit to yourself. Don’t empower anyone so much that they influence your decisions, you will later only regret the paths not taken only because they were opposed by others. Set goals as you wish and then strive till all limits to achieve them. If you stumble, fall or completely fail, just get back up again. Get back on the battlefield of your life and this time try even harder. Stop feeling ashamed or considering yourself answerable to anyone for your loss. You tried and nothing beats that. You aren’t bound to win each battle and this definitely isn’t the last. Learn to become reticent about the results, your failure may just but you in a more liable to be questioned position by them and sometimes your success may not even please them much. And if you consider them the antagonists in your life, then believe me your tears are their strength and your smiles the source of them being encouraged to set their goals. You can’t answer every question raised upon your life; just learn to walk away from them without expressing any emotion at all. Rise, flourish and prosper, not for anyone else but your own self. Those who care for you will always be there and you know who they are, let them be the only ones capable enough to have a say in what you do.

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

An Open Letter to the Dreamy Girl

Oh dreamy girl!
Quit dreaming about the hunk you saw on a magazine and imagining one like him is all you deserve.
Oh dreamy girl!
I'm not saying it isn't possible, but why is it's his type all you admire?
You talk about body positivity and how your complexion isn't a scale of your beauty, because all women are beautiful in their own way.
You speak of the number on the scale not being worthy enough to force you to go skinny to be declared pretty, because all women are pretty irregardless of their weight.
You believe height, size, figure and the other features should not be used to judge you, because beauty comes from within.
Than dreamy girl why is that all your dreams revolve around the image of a macho muscleman who looks no less than the movie stars or singers you fangirl over?
Why is it so that you believe that the body and the looks matter more than your dream guy being the gentleman who respects you for who you are and loves you alone?
Don't go on telling me you expect your hunk to be a gentleman too. I'm not saying that's not possible but why do you chase perfection when you expect me to not do the same?
Why does the length of my beard bother you so much when you choose to worship your own bodyhair?
Why does my haircut not please you when you can choose to style yours as you wish?
Why does having abs make me a man when for you the curves are not more important than the one set on your face?
I'm not saying I'm right or you're wrong. I'm just saying everyone is different and that's what makes them unique. If you believe in this for yourself, then why not for me?
My sense of style could differ from yours and yours could differ from mine. I'm not asking you to appreciate me for what I choose, I'm just asking you to not expect the same from everyone.
For you growing up meant grooming up well, but sometimes you hated the choices made for you. You hated how the rishta aunty's preferences structured the changes in your life. Then what about me? Why is it so that to touch your heart I need to go against my conscience?
If you're discombobulated and disturbed by how judgemental the society is, so am I.
If those of my gender judge yours, then the case is same for the reverse too.
Why is that you set standards for the right guy for you, that all purely materialistic?
And your materialism isn't just confined to directing my path to a gym, a saloon or a garment store, to dress and look like what pleases you. Your materialism crosses those boundaries too.
You question your parents for their decisions about your life and you plead it's your right to fulfill your dreams.
Then why are my dreams lost somewhere down the road of establishing myself well enough to be illegible for marriage?
Can I not dream? Can I not have goals? Goals that aren't all centred around becoming a millionaire. Your will to only choose a guy who's pocket is filled till the top, guides me to do what the world demands, what you demand, not what I want.
If you aren't supposed to be capable of performing all household chores efficiently to be able to get married, why is it so that I need to be capable of materialistically treating you like a princess? Why is the love in my heart not enough to tell you you're my queen?
Why is it so that you oppose jahaiz/dowry but when you look at your potential groom you basically focus on what he earns more than who he is?
You tell me you love your family, and it's tough for you to follow the society's norm of moving out of the place you grew up in to settle down with me. You tell me you want to pay visits to them and you expect me to be like a son to your parents and like a brother to your siblings. But why is it so that as soon as you step in my house you refuse to believe in the same for my family? To love my parents like yours, to care about my siblings like your own ones. I understand it's tough for you to settle in a new place, and I agree it's a little unfair of you being the one having to leave your family. But does that mean the moment you step in my house you plan to strip me off mine too?
I'm not saying dreamy girl you are wrong, I'm just saying stop imagining everyone as the one from your dreamland. It's okay if you aren't happy to be with me and want someone else to clasp your hand, but stop setting standards for my gender too, if you can't stand them for yours.
I want to meet a woman who grabs my hand and chooses to love me for being myself, it is true that I need a life partner too but does that mean I need to loose myself in this process?
Your idea of the perfect guy makes me chase after stuff I never had on my to-do-list. Yes it's true I too long for having a ladylove, but for that do I need to overlook my own choices.
Your idea of the perfect makes me adopt things, I'd never even thought would shape my life. Just to find the right partner for myself all this I do, wondering if she actually is the right one?
Shouldn't she be who chose me above perceptions of perfection or should be who makes me loose my own individuality? I wonder and then I end up agreeing to what you want. Because you know at a stage in life each man longs to have a woman by his side, and the fear of being rejected forever, guides me to become the guy I never wanted to be.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

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