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My Blog
31-10-2008
I will no longer be adding entries to this website. From here on my thoughts and bakwas can be found at asadkhanonline.blogspot.com
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Radio sux - where's music? - More Nostalgia
30-10-2008
Well radio has sucked for a long time now actually - but back in the days when I flipped through the channels, after a minute or so, I'd usually find something decent to listen to for at least a few minutes. But lately (more than a year now), its like I keep flipping and then I resign and tune to FM99.1 and listen to news. I like nothing. No music. Even acts that I liked have either broken up or are doing shit music now. The Tea Party is no more, Coldplay is missing the haunting piano lines, Matchbox20 is no more, Rob Thomas went solo and sucked a lot of ass, Incubus' last album had one decent song (Dig), etc. Nothing stands out. It's all just noise. Nothing that I want to hear again.
I remember when I was in university, I went to UTM campus for a year. I used to skip classes because there'd be some tune in my head, and there used to be this old beat up piano in the North building. I used to go and pound on this thing for ages. I would actually fall in love (I know that sounds gay) with albums and actually cherish them and want to listen to them again and again. Treat music like royalty. (Like my Dave Matthews/Tim Reynolds live acoustic duo CDs (I know that sounds gay too)).
Maybe I am just growing old and boring. But what the fuck does that have to do with anything. Is it too hard to expect one decent song a day from the world? Anyone? Can someone send me a decent song!?
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0.5
20-10-2008
me ek nisf hoon
ek nisf tu bhee hai
adhoora hoon me agar
tau namukammal tu bhee hai
jor ker agar dekhein
phir shikasta jaam ko
shayad yeh khabar mile
chand tukron me tu ab bhee hai
in roshniyon ke khel me
saayon kaa gumaan yoon bhee hai
me jo gunaahon se ter hoon
tau kuch kharaab tu bhee hai
ek nisf me bhee hoon
ek nisf tu bhee hai
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I am a half
You, a part as well
I, a fraction
You, incomplete as well
Dare I put together
The broken glass again
Perhaps I may find
You, dwell still in its pieces
In this play of lights
There are hints of shadows
If I be soaked with sins
Something's wrong with you as well
For I am a half
You, a part as well
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Le lo yaar!
10-10-2008
Le lo yaar
Le tau chuke ho
Her soch bhee, her baat bhee
Her din ke aukaat bhee
Her tabeer, us ek khwaab kee
Her rang, her khushbhu,
Her khwahish, her aarzoo
Her jism, her rooh
Her tabassum, her aansoo
Tau le lo yaar
In lafzon ko bhee
Le lo yaar
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Naa Hota Me Tau Kia Hota?
05-10-2008
Ok I don't mean to get all preachy ... but ...
On the way to work today I was listening to this radio documentary by Habiba Nosheen titled Camel Boys. She went to Pakistan to interview Ansar Barney about the kids as young as 2, 3 years old who are kidnapped and smuggled to UAE for riding camels. In some cases parents themselves sell the kids to get rid off extreme poverty. Pretty well composed documentary. At some points when the kids were telling about their injuries (caused by falling off the camels, or being beaten up by their owners) I had to switch to one of the other channels just to keep listening.
I remember after moving to Canada I went back to Pakistan after a big break in 2001. The first few days no matter when you go back is always a bit of a culture shock, because you think you remember Pakistan and what it feels like to live there, but you really don't until you land and then it hits you. So, when I went back in 2001, on the first day I remember going to some diner on M.M. Alam Road with my family. It must not have been a good restaurant because it was pretty deserted. And there were these 15-20 waiters, just walking around all trying to wait on us one by one. And they were all my age at the time, around their late teens early twenties.
I worked in Lahore in 2004 at this art institute. I was being paid Rs. 10,000. I would go out in the evening with friends and spend Rs. 2000 on dinner. There were these other kids working in the electronics department from 9 till 9, 6 days a week, being paid Rs. 2000 a month. They got yelled at, cursed at, humiliated and fired and they came back the next day begging for work, because they just needed the money.
When in situations like this, I always wonder how exactly is it that I am sitting in my chair peeling off botis on my Tikka and this other kid is standing there serving me? How exactly is it that I am sitting in my comfortable car, sipping tea with one hand, driving with the other, dressed comfortably for the winter, going to my well-paying job (about a 1/2 an hour late mind you), and there are these 2, 3 year old kids who are being beaten to death and abused.
I don't mean to point out the calamity or sadness about the whole thing, however sad and unforunate it may be. I am just amazed at what exactly happens that differentiates between my Kismet and someone else's? What are the chances I could have been born a second later, or a second before, and been one of those waiters, or one of those camel riders? What exactly made me who I am, and them who they are? Were there lotteries alloted and I just showed up early? I also don't mean to sound atheistic. Actually, my belief in God and prayers has recently been renewed, so I really don't mean to question. But it's something I simply don't understand. There is no justification I can acquire for the things I enjoy in life and the things I take for granted.
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Where is Asad Khan Dude?
01-10-2008
I know I disappeared for a few months in there. Big changes in life. Moving from Toronto, which has been home for the last 11 years of my life to Ottawa. Got a new job. Unexpected things happened. I am in the middle of the change but I am hoping this change will give me a chance to re-acquaint myself with my music. Yeah, the video for Dhuyein ki Tarha never made it. Wasn't happy with the results so decided to trash it. What else. Nothing much. Stay tuned ... if you want!
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