No matter how technical this may sound, our media is not formulated nor is it strategized; its too market and lessee of an agenda oriented. Which makes it isolated in-terms of coming up with a common platform; however so that it has even spoiled the advertisers with all that TPR bullshit, no one is least concerned with what they put on-air, or even if they are it just doesn’t fall through for the ordinary.
The question is; should media of any given specific country formulate a common platform? Through which quality can be assured, with so many channels beaming with their loud bokharis, painful mirs and killingly-boring kamrans; how does the next generation breaks the status quo? How would they be able to tell what is expected from them, when all they are guided by are waging bunch of seths (sait, saith, sayth, seith…or whatever). The culture so dominating the industry that it has actually put the ordinary in a state of constant variance.
I mean why are they so many news channel neither of which are global, and its not like we’re as big as US of A or even In-deee-Aa.
Where’s the progression; when the governing system is ineffective and inefficient, the establishment is engaged in a war within, who plays what role when the stage that was put up back in ’47 is up for grabs.
Should our media evolve or revolutionize? Do we at any point become progressive, and convey messages for the greater national good?
Its amazing how the frenzy social media networks have more of an progressive approach then the conventional media, with constant flow of information, every second is dedicated to a tweet, every hour to a blog, every forth to errrrrrr…I don’t know and I don’t give a crap.
I don’t have anything to do with the 18th amendments and the restoration of judiciary (yes I am still whining over what happened was it last year…God!!! look what it has done to me), I need to know how I can help Pakistan, how I can help the poor people, how I can save water, how I can create opportunities even if they’re just insignificant, how we become a low carbon economy when green age is going to hit us and now who is going to tell me all that, when the media is sooooo hooked onto shoaib-sania saga; sania had Iranian food for lunch, shoaib’s house is all lit-up, oh the couple just sneezed-the health ministry was called in, one of the news channel ‘the giants’ ran over six packages – sixfuckinpackages on the two, like of all the crises situation we’re in right now , the most important of all are the sania and shoaib happening in Pakistan, I quote my brother after the never-ending love story, “soon it’ll be a part our curriculum and we’ll be celebrating it as national holiday ‘the san-sho day’ …”
We live in a country where 6-year old girls are married to 70-year old men, where daughter-in-laws are burned alive, they get buried, they’re murdered over a certain so love-interest, or even used as a compensatory tool to settle a tribal feud.
My beliefs are being constantly doctored everyday, I was already random and I thought the News Industry was IT for me-four years later I have started looking at it from the outside, and yes I can tell;
"heaven from hell
blue skies from pain
green field from a cold steel rail
smile from a veil" (PF)
We need to put in alot of effort. More Hours, Less Sunshine!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
puzzle, de-puzzled
We were flying at the speed of….errrrrrrrrrrrrr…I forgot…was some thousands of KM…over 33,000 feet above the ground…wow!!! and my altitude doesn’t go beyond 5’3 unless obviously I add 3-4 inches of still-lets.
3…2…1 Touch Down
Despite the fact that I hate flying, cant stand confined spaces…I somehow still manage to take pride in our airlines…PIA has the bestest take off’s’ and landing ‘s’…so I believe…if not the 'bestest' food and flight attendants…
I reached my ‘gawn-ow’ at around 1640 hrs…I saw the numbers on the screen plunging as the ‘craft made its descent…random thoughts were flashing through my head…the ‘what if kinds’.
*final destination and alive types*
I was standing waiting for my one-piece luggage, had I only paid attention to what I was packing my things into I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself by accidently taking someone else’s stuff thinking it was mine…when half way through it hit me that mine wasn’t as heavy…I took it back, nevertheless with the same amount of perseverance, placed it on the rolling-track and acted like nothing had happened though in a very ‘sheepish way’.
I scavenged my way through unfamiliar faces looking for the one I knew, found him. ‘the driver that is’…the one who used to drive us to school everyday (the need to elaborate).
So I hop in the car, the weather seemed fine and all that scary talk about how I’ll melt in the heat melted away amidst all that green and the good-looking people. Now that I was here I couldn’t complain nor did I want to. Instead a day later shit happened at work, so I grumbled over that and not the fact that La-Whore has been practically without power supply since 2007…2fuckinthousandand7…Man!!!
People have a countdown...its like ‘the power’s gonna go around 8…'fill the buckets with water, incase it stays off for more than an hour'…so it happens...comes back around 9…by the time they realize its back on…its already 10…and ‘tripppppppp’…the UPS which has lost the life of its own gives in its last two second before that too turns itself over the MIGHTY ole’ WAPDA.
It wasn’t this bad even back in October 2007...it was until November that same year-when we moved to the city of nothing but the bridges, that this city went crazy.
Things change in Lahore but not the Lahoris’. I haven’t either, nor have my friends-still crazy and laidback mahaul! When I got here I had this feeling of being born again, only this time around I wasn’t crying-not that I remember if I was when I was born-born for real.
My nani constantly panicking after every hour, wanting to know the status of my locale and when I was coming back….arghhhhhhh…reminding me of my fretaholic maa!!! Love them both to bits and pieces and allover again.
Me and mamu having endless debate over corrupt politicians and the inefficient nizaam over Javed Chaudhry’s ‘ajj tak’ or was it ‘kal tak’…never been good with names especially the insignificant ones. Not my idea of vacationing, but we still manage to pull off the most ridiculous and non-coherent conversation ever. Love it!
Oh there we go again, we had power for like what two seconds and the providers must’ve thought hell that’s long enough. They don’t deserve the right to a decent life in any case so why even spoil their habits by following the schedules. Meeting a friend; say what’ like after a gazillion years…my fascination towards the ‘illions’ just grows with every piece I jot-its nauseating.
*weirded out* I was told that I need to get sorted. Didn’t see that coming always thought that I was the most sought after person… :D
I was beginning to lose concentration and the reasons why I needed to get away; so instead I think I’ll shop and meet more friends, until I get back home.
BACK!
3…2…1 Touch Down
Despite the fact that I hate flying, cant stand confined spaces…I somehow still manage to take pride in our airlines…PIA has the bestest take off’s’ and landing ‘s’…so I believe…if not the 'bestest' food and flight attendants…
I reached my ‘gawn-ow’ at around 1640 hrs…I saw the numbers on the screen plunging as the ‘craft made its descent…random thoughts were flashing through my head…the ‘what if kinds’.
*final destination and alive types*
I was standing waiting for my one-piece luggage, had I only paid attention to what I was packing my things into I wouldn’t have embarrassed myself by accidently taking someone else’s stuff thinking it was mine…when half way through it hit me that mine wasn’t as heavy…I took it back, nevertheless with the same amount of perseverance, placed it on the rolling-track and acted like nothing had happened though in a very ‘sheepish way’.
I scavenged my way through unfamiliar faces looking for the one I knew, found him. ‘the driver that is’…the one who used to drive us to school everyday (the need to elaborate).
So I hop in the car, the weather seemed fine and all that scary talk about how I’ll melt in the heat melted away amidst all that green and the good-looking people. Now that I was here I couldn’t complain nor did I want to. Instead a day later shit happened at work, so I grumbled over that and not the fact that La-Whore has been practically without power supply since 2007…2fuckinthousandand7…Man!!!
People have a countdown...its like ‘the power’s gonna go around 8…'fill the buckets with water, incase it stays off for more than an hour'…so it happens...comes back around 9…by the time they realize its back on…its already 10…and ‘tripppppppp’…the UPS which has lost the life of its own gives in its last two second before that too turns itself over the MIGHTY ole’ WAPDA.
It wasn’t this bad even back in October 2007...it was until November that same year-when we moved to the city of nothing but the bridges, that this city went crazy.
Things change in Lahore but not the Lahoris’. I haven’t either, nor have my friends-still crazy and laidback mahaul! When I got here I had this feeling of being born again, only this time around I wasn’t crying-not that I remember if I was when I was born-born for real.
My nani constantly panicking after every hour, wanting to know the status of my locale and when I was coming back….arghhhhhhh…reminding me of my fretaholic maa!!! Love them both to bits and pieces and allover again.
Me and mamu having endless debate over corrupt politicians and the inefficient nizaam over Javed Chaudhry’s ‘ajj tak’ or was it ‘kal tak’…never been good with names especially the insignificant ones. Not my idea of vacationing, but we still manage to pull off the most ridiculous and non-coherent conversation ever. Love it!
Oh there we go again, we had power for like what two seconds and the providers must’ve thought hell that’s long enough. They don’t deserve the right to a decent life in any case so why even spoil their habits by following the schedules. Meeting a friend; say what’ like after a gazillion years…my fascination towards the ‘illions’ just grows with every piece I jot-its nauseating.
*weirded out* I was told that I need to get sorted. Didn’t see that coming always thought that I was the most sought after person… :D
I was beginning to lose concentration and the reasons why I needed to get away; so instead I think I’ll shop and meet more friends, until I get back home.
BACK!
Friday, April 2, 2010
life on a side-note
I remember the time when we were normally asked in grade-so-very-primary to cut out margin line for our rough work in maths. It is amazing how even during those days I wanted the whole thing to be neat and perfect...imagine…I was seeking perfection in rough work aswell….hahahahhhahahahahaa…things had started getting retarded from then on.
Today, we’re yet again on another losing streak. An intern-highly-dedicated-highly-intelligent-highly-professional is writing in a goodbye note because most cannot fathom the fact that they are people around who are far better than they are.
We are in a sad conflicted state of ignorance.
Anyhoo, since life goes on and we continue to play ‘gari tou challana babu’ still believing in the 80 percent of the 20 rule.
Some people are like a dream, working on my intern work on a report on Nazia Hassan made me feel this way, and yes on too many other occasions the feelings weren’t any different-but back then-didn’t have the words to describe them.
I have been listening to Nazia Hassan, though her music is still innocent but she herself was like a dream, that many must've had.
Khair, as weird as it may sound I can watch hanna montanna with my baby sister when I am lost in my own head…drink frozen strawberry shake when I am coughing my lungs and eyeballs out…then later manage to take some meds for it…and that too only because an angel whispers in my ear to do so.
I listen carefully to my guardian angel or atleast I try.
Today, we’re yet again on another losing streak. An intern-highly-dedicated-highly-intelligent-highly-professional is writing in a goodbye note because most cannot fathom the fact that they are people around who are far better than they are.
We are in a sad conflicted state of ignorance.
Anyhoo, since life goes on and we continue to play ‘gari tou challana babu’ still believing in the 80 percent of the 20 rule.
Some people are like a dream, working on my intern work on a report on Nazia Hassan made me feel this way, and yes on too many other occasions the feelings weren’t any different-but back then-didn’t have the words to describe them.
I have been listening to Nazia Hassan, though her music is still innocent but she herself was like a dream, that many must've had.
Khair, as weird as it may sound I can watch hanna montanna with my baby sister when I am lost in my own head…drink frozen strawberry shake when I am coughing my lungs and eyeballs out…then later manage to take some meds for it…and that too only because an angel whispers in my ear to do so.
I listen carefully to my guardian angel or atleast I try.
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