Awais Babar

On a bright sunny day of October, with cool breeze touching my face softly, I walk rather slowly on Jannat Road of my university, feeling the pleasant weight of books on my back, lifting my head up as I enter my English department - Picture Perfect! I see my Bindu, who always keeps reminding me that no picture ever remains perfect. She's waiting for me. "Late again?" She asks. "There were two girls walking in front of me, both had long hair. What could've I done?" I tell her. She smacks her hand tenderly on my shoulder and we both, smiling, walk towards our classroom. That's how we used to begin our every normal day - joking, smiling, quarreling. But how many days in the recent years have been normal? New Normal - term that we've used the most, not realizing that adding New with Normal will deprive it of its normality anyway. "Good thing about relationships is that we end up forgetting how they started."  T his line of Tokyo from "Mone...

                 If the title sounds interesting to you then smile because you are my true friend, and if it seems ridiculous to you then, well, you can still smile because it hasn't transformed you into my enemy. Similarly, if you belong to a rich family and live in a community where to own a Honda Civic isn't an unusual affair, you should be very curious. And if you belong to an average family and live in a community where to own a CD-70 motorcycle is a fine thing and to own a Suzuki Mehran is thought to be a great achievement, no surprises, you should still be very curious. Actually, hatred towards rich people is a thing which I've observed so much in society. In rural localities, after every few meters you can easily find a group of some people, most of whom are in their late 50s, talking about the evils of being rich and discussing the wicked practices and rituals which, they think, rich people perform....

Unknown hostel, Muslim Town, Lahore. My dear Awais Babar, Ohhh man, look at you. You have grown your hair much longer. I know you have always admired the long hair, but has this deed of growing long hair satisfied you? Why? Isn't it this "satisfaction" which you are always after? Have you ever felt satisfied at all? Oh, now you must be thinking how rudely I'm behaving, not done the formal shit of "how-are-you-I'm-fine." Come on, I've been with you for twenty years now, you are never fine. Still that old habit of making too many plans and then never being able to complete them. Still listening to music for long hours with closed eyes, trying to escape reality, imagining yourself doing things that you really want to do, imagining yourself at the places where you really want to be, and then how do you feel when you come back from this short imaginal trip of yours? How's the reality Mr. Babar? It's hard, yes, it truly is. But you know that you yo...

"Oh, what has become of this world! Now the uncles of the 50s sit here on the top of this bloody little hill and watch those pretty young lasses as they march on the road below." I said to that uncle who was enjoying the fine evening on the top of that little hill. "Believe me kid, when I was a lad like you, driven by desire, I slept with more beautiful women than you could ever imagine.. Not interested anymore though, just observing the sunset. You seem quite drawn towards the feminine beauty, don't you? He asked me. I, sitting beside him, said, "Why not, the sun you are observing now gives less heat and less light, it's old, like you. When it was young it was shining more brightly and its light was warmer. It was young, like me. You are jealous of my youth, aren't you?" "Oh, the kid speaks metaphorically. You seem quite intelligent, what do you do?" He asked, looking towards me. "I read. I observe. I feel. I think. And I'm not a...

               Like a bird it wants to fly when we try to prison it in a cage, and like a turtle it very slowly crawls away when we try to make it run faster than a rabbit. It's a curious thing. I'm talking about TIME. Today is 30 September. Exactly a year earlier was my first day in the university. It's hard to believe that it's been a complete year since then. So isn't this past year worth remembering and writing about? It is, my dear, it really is.                I still remember that moment when I entered my classroom for the very first time, frightened, nervous, sat almost on the last chair, nervously looking around, trying to find out what my new classmates look like. Madam Amna was teaching something about Shakespeare but my mind was too perplexed to focus. My first challenge was to accept the hard fact that every class here will be 1.5 ...

              "Dil Beechara" gathered the biggest audience because it was Sushant's last movie, and as the rule of our society goes, people are praised well after they have died. Among this bulk of the audience who watched the movie, only few would have been truly able to grab the core meaning of the movie. As a matter of fact, this movie was an adaptation of John Greene's novel "The Fault in our Stars" which was published in 2012.                That book, and this movie, both deal with the characters that are not normal people, but the ones who are suffering from a certain disease, and that disease is Cancer, which is of course very devastating. The plot of the movie basically revolves around three main characters; Kizie Baasu, a young girl who is fighting thyroid cancer that has spread to her lungs; Manny, a young boy whose Osteosarcoma (a c...