We are a scared generation – scared to fall in love, scared to comit, scared to fall, scared to get hurt, scared to get our hearts broken. We don’t allow anyone in, nor do we step out and love unconditionally. We lurk from behind the walls we have created ourselves, looking for love and running away the moment we really find it. We suddenly “CANNOT HANDLE” it. We don’t want to be vulnerable. We don’t want to bare our soul to anyone. We’re too guarded.
Ok so at first I knew nobody (most of the people around me) will watch this movie with me so I didn’t asked anyone.
I just heard people saying – while I remained silent – things like;
‘Are we mad? We’ll watch such a depressing film?’
‘People who are free or have nothing else to do will only watch Manto, not us, we have a lot more to watch obviously!’
‘No! I will never spend my money on this film!’
And much more..
So I just asked a friend whom I knew is the only who will have some interest or love for Manto. And will be the only who’ll watch it with me or even if he has no interest, he’ll still watch because I just asked him to. He’s that kind of friend you know.
Movies like Manto can never be watched with people (all in my percpective) who have no affiliation with the societal problems, issues and utter realities in short. Throughout the movie, they’ll keep on bugging you, reminding you that it’s all your fault and you made them watch it and they’re getting bored and annoyed and want-to-kill-you and things like that. This happened with me when I watched A Beautiful Mind by Ron Howard.
Manto is something that shakes you inside out. It’s a story of Sadat Hasan Manto – 20th century controversial writer who faced charges of obscenity thrice. The actual story runs after intermission of the film.
I kept my left fist clenched afterwards till the end and since I have defensive finger nails (quite long and sharp), they printed out on my palm leaving behind the deep frozen blood because I clenched really tight. Tears coming and going at intervals. Extreme goosepumps all over and heart beating my chest. I could even hear the palpitating heartbeat up in my ears. I don’t know why I felt the way I felt. I just think it’s something that shakes you even if you don’t want to be shaken up. I have no more words to explain it.
Manto is a feeling! It’s a piece of art. And it has shaken Pakistan Cinema, as well as many hearts.
All in all it is a hauntingly moving biopic which brings back Manto to life and will leave you thinking about him and his life for hours if not days.
6th of October, 2015
All aren’t alike. Everybody is different from somebody. Being different is what makes us. Some people like coffee, some even hate the smell of it. The problem lies when we, humans, don’t understand such a simple fact that we’re all created differently, with a certain divergence. It happened with me a couple of months ago. In the society we’re living, unfortunately, people always want you to be their spoon and fork, but you’re different. You aren’t supposed to be their utensils being used roughly or fanatically. You’re not who you’re sculptured, you have your own shape. Your hope is actual zeal. Never listen to them, you are blessed with the ability to think. Speak-up for yourself because if you won’t, nobody will.
We aren’t who we want to be.
We are what society demands.
We are what our parents choose.
We don’t want to disappoint anyone.
We have a great need to be loved.
So we smother the best in us.
Gradually, the light of our dreams turn into the monsters of our nightmares.
They become things not done, possibilities not lived.
A mentor once said this to me that if you’re ever sad and your life is somehow low ever, make someone happy and you’ll feel it in your heart.
And now with each passing day I am realizing that making someone happy leads to your own happiness, it’s like inner satisfaction. Like you’ve done something really good and valuable to someone and they’re really happy with it, so you’re happy to be the reason of their happiness.
24th of August, 2015
Her life was like some of those fancy abstract paintings,
everyone liked them but none could understand.
Those are the most beautiful people who have known defeat, suffering, struggle, loss, downfall and have found their way out of the depths. These people have appreciation, sensitivity and understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness and a deep loving concern.
Beautiful people don’t just happen!
Remember that I said this!
We live in a conservative society where a girl is brought-up by her parents and ruled by her husband. Even when she becomes independent, a string remains attached. Almost all of ”he’s” have the authority and command over her. It’s written if she will have a broad-minded-man or one with comparatively narrower mind set.
Taking no risks, I have dreams to be fulfilled before I get married!
On top of the list, is,
1. Visiting Egypt!
People find it very lame to travel all way long just to bear extreme scorches and blisters of the desert. I don’t know why but pyramids have something that make me believe in them. The heights give me hope! They’re made up of broken brick pieces and hollow stones but still they stand still and tower with all the pride. The desert always tell you a secret story. Sometimes by waving a little bit of sand on to your face and sometimes knocking you with painful wind. The desert tells stories of slashing pain it’s bearing..
I missed an opportunity for paragliding last year in December I guess! My seniors in university were members of an Adventure Academy that arranged recreational activities for volunteers every month or so. I did my rock climbing session with them but *sigh* missed paragliding because I had my exams lined-up on the exact same dates. In my head it feels like when I will come back after paragliding, I would not be able to describe my experience in words. I will keep my eyes closed at the first minute skipping the concept of height, mountains and danger. And when I’ll open my eyes, I’ll see a deep green valley beneath, silence all around, following the wind patterns, mountains catching the glimpses of the sun. Watching the eagle in front of me, I’ll relax my hands, open my arms like a bird and fly! Fly in between the beauty of nature, communicating with eagle by telepathy, experiencing eternity. I’ll feel free with no past, present or future! Only me and those voices that have been stifled inside me for so long, stifled by haunting thoughts, by loneliness, by night terrors, the fear of change and the fear that everything will stay the same. As I’ll go higher, I’ll be distant from lame thoughts. I’ll find a way to communicate with mountains, to touch the blueness of the sky and to realize that I AM ALIVE! It will be ETERNITY!
3. Eiffel Tower – Paris
The dilapidated tower has nothing – in my opinion – but it’s the symbol of love. People like me who do not believe in love want to go there to experience the feeling! The tower which has nothing but rusted and corroded 7,300 tons of iron – I’m sorry if I may seem harsh but it’s my perception. How can it be a symbol of love? Because love is said to be beautiful with all the perfections. I admire Paris and Eiffel tower just to find out what’s in there? Why everybody feels love all around Paris? I want to find out the reasons..
Water and the fish feels! I imagine it to be amazing. Oh My God this is a dream which needs to be fulfilled at any cost. Underneath the water, there’s you and your heart beat which you are clearly able to hear. Water is peaceful underneath, it’s like meditating while diving in, staying there for as long as you can. You understand the fact that beneath the waves is an ocean of peace!
I wish and I hope, SOMEDAY! 🙂