Haminasto – Of Khusro,Kashmir and Katrina

Gar Firdaus, barooye zameen ast
Haminasto, Haminasto
Meri jaan rooh dil se wabast
Haminasto, Haminasto.. 

Being a poet has to be the best and worst thing in this world.You will find joy and beauty everywhere.Whether its a flower,person,mountain or a beautiful person with a flower on a mountain.Just as it makes one ecstatic for no reason  it also makes you melancholic for things you never had or sigh for people you will never know.This pesky itch will make you yearn for the unattainable.Forget people,a beautiful place alone can drive you to insanity.Are you dismissing this as BS?Lets rewind time and join Amir Khusro on his travel to Kashmir.Shayir tha na tou kashmir dekh kar dewana hogaya! The sheer beauty of Kashmir makes Amir Khusro exclaim:

” if there is paradise on this earth somewhere,
here it is, here it is.
inhabited by my life, my soul and my heart,
this is the place, here it is.”

He ends up penning a poem in Persian cause that is how he rolled.This piece survives the burn of centuries and by the twist of fate ends up on the table of the film makers of ‘Fitoor’.


Whoever named this gorgeous monstrosity Fitoor needs an Oscar because this movie is a fitoor.Fitoor means Mania and the whole theme of the movie revolves around the mania or obsession of the protagonist around Firdaus. And Firdaus means Jannat. His jannat  .The heaven on Earth.His mania.His Haminasto.

It can be safely said that when Mr Charles Dickens drew up Estella over his evening wine she was a merely a selfish piece of shit and nothing beyond that. That was that…But here comes our Firdaus! The Heaven on Earth. The heaven Amir Khusro exclaimed about.She IS Kashmir.The beautiful mystery who has virtually no control over her fate.Sadly trapped between the Mania of others.The fitoor of others.

khaamosh darakhton ke saaye
ye khauf hai soya saa
kuch khoya khoya humne bhi
ye chehra hai roya saa

even the shadows of trees are silent here,
it’s a sleeping fear here..
I also have lost something,
this face is as if it has cried..

We will come back to Firdaus in a while but first lets look at this beautiful couplet.Why? Cause meri marzi. This piece seems to be lamenting over the loss of a loved one,granting this line a very personal aspect.A personal aspect of Kashmir too may be? where it laments for all the losses it has faced over the years. Who knows what the lyricist wants to convey here…but whatever it is we have to agree that it takes a very tortured and  beautiful mind to come up with a song like this.Like we saw earlier how it takes a little few minutes to enjoy a page of poetry and a lifetime of being lonely and misunderstood to produce one.

Despite what you think about this project,one has to admit that some very rare and special people made fitoor.Yes,agreed that it failed with the masses and box office but may be it wasn’t made to appease them.It was this team’s tribute to Kashmir.To Firdaus,the heaven on Earth.

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One example of their sheer brilliance has to be the casting of Katina Kaif as Firdaus (even  though the film could not do wonders for her career which is sad).
She perfectly embodies the enigma that is Estella. In fact she IS Estella.The Ice Queen.The Mysterious.The Wonderful.The Beautiful

Ah I can write on this movie for days and days but the life outside the domain of Cinema calls me .Arahi hun bhuiyyee. So till next time world.Will see you Haminasto.


Haminasto – Of Khusro,Kashmir and Katrina

I have a HUGE test on Friday

No.Get Lost
No.Get Lost


So I have this intehaaai big pharmacology viva on Friday and by huge I mean it includes the whole course.Naturally.I mean can’t I have ever a NORMAL weekend like the rest of normal Homo sapien population (Like the one that does not include any sort of exams). No,I guess that’s too much to ask 😀 .So about this test;let us see how the land lies for the Radical blogger….

  1. The professors are really evil sweet
  2. I have THREEE (pun intended) days to memorize the entire course.
  3. Thee radical blogger is not prepared at all!!!!!!!(well no surprises there)…
  4. Plus my my mom thinks that I am going ace this test (Dear ammi,I am more like an ACE inhibitor)
  5. Bullet four was a medical joke
  6. I am a goner.

So if you are wondering what this PHARMACOLOGY thingie is……you are lucky man….no seriously you are *gives you that Scooby Doo’s creepy guy’s signature look* 

You cutie.
You cutie.

Pharmey is a study of doom,torture and tears  medicines.On a serious note it is a pretty important subject and I would have liked it if it weren’t so volatile.It’s like depicting ancient Runes.


I should really start studying now..

I have a HUGE test on Friday

A Flight Of Imagination



All this self isolation
is my choice
but loneliness used to haunt haunt me,

fill me up with apprehensions

The vines of depression
Will engulf my soul.

I can see it drifting away,
to the remote seas
and impregnable mountains,

My thoughts will end up in void
or may be..
they’ll hang in the air
as echoes of a suppressed voice
never sought after….

Why is it so difficult
to relate?
As I scribble this sad note
A voice reminds me
at the back of my head.

That all this static,
pause or call it vacuum
is self created.
After all,
this isolation is
self imposed.

– Syeda Maham


Story of Me


Been too hard on myself lately
Perfection is long gone
What remains is a shadow
a mere speck of once a radical
crumbling to her feet
pretty much drained of everything

I am not what I used to be
Did all that just radiate
out of me
How can this happen!
Can downfall hit so early
and so hard in face
or maybe everyone’s just mean
not understanding.

Is it my belief
so deviant from the norm of my age
Making an alien out of me
or the fact that I never fit in
In whatever sort I try to mingle
One after the other
Where do I belong….

A realistic in every walk
How did I not see my own self
Detached from the bare facts myself
So easy it was to close eyes
Than to accept my

They all seem to slap me in the face
Did I deserve all this
May be I did..
All of those who lure themselves
into believing in a better version of own self
that never exists
paint miraculous abilities
that are mediocre in real
Will see a similar time

It rips me to see the truth
and live with this bitterness
But it’s the best to understand
I need to stop
predenting to be someone,
I no longer am.

-Syeda Maham


The Tagging Game : Get 11+11 Facts wiser about Me

Hello peoples.I hope everything and everyone is fine on your side of the globe.ha

First and foremost a huge thank you (with silver pompoms and bright orange ribbons) goes to Nithin , from  ink,thoughts,coffee blog for tagging me.Well was i was tagged in October…so I am kinda (fashionably 😀 ) late.Here are are the rules

Rules (Hear Ye,Hear ye) :

(Well I just copy pasted them from his blog 😀 )

  •   Each person tagged must post 11 things about themselves.
  •   They must also answer the 11 questions the ‘tagger’ has set for them.
  •   They must create 11 more questions to ask bloggers they have decided to tag.
  •   They must then choose 11 bloggers and tag them in their post.
  •   These lucky bloggers must then be told.
  •   There are no tag backs.

So about this Maham :

  • I am a 19-year-old Pakistani girl.
  • This year I’ll be starting my second year at medical school.
  • My name is a Palindrome…..M.A.H.A.M….(def.Palindromes are words which spell the same backward and forward).Also I was named after the moon.
  • Most of my family and friends refer to me instead of Wikipedia,dictionary and even atlas. (Aunty show off)
  • I love (to watch) wrestling.I also watch cartoons (I think the my current theme is very illustrative of this fact)
  • I have a strange love  for

a. Car Number plates.Show me a plate and I’ll tell you how old the model is 🙂

b.Politics and current affairs.It is my business to know everything 😀 (except my textbooks that is to say 😀 😀  )

c.Literature. (I am a voracious reader)

d.Newspaper (My mother says I read the newspaper like a retired Professor)

  • I am a parody queen.No teacher,friend,relative or politician has escaped me scrutiny 😀
  •  I look exactly like my mother.(but my brain works like Dad)
  • I often forget to eat and drink.(My mother reminds me to do so)
  • I cannot stand people who :

 a.Are Hypocrites 

 b.Wear out-of-fashion clothes out of their own free will                                                                                                                  

c.Are Evill

  •  I don’t lie because I can’t lie.My brother says that my upper lip twitches when ever I try to do so.Also I have a tell-tale face

While you are trying to digest that……I’ll answer these 11 questions 

What’s your hobby, off course after blogging?

I am one of the moodiest creature to prowl the face of the Earth.So evrything is accordingly to it.I love Literature.I have also become a social networking freak lately..and since I am a girl so there is always an endless gossip :D….then there are rather accurate impressions that I do of many people.Sometimes I make funny clips with my siblings

.So I have a lot to do 😀covr me


What makes you strong?          

My Mother.My Family.And my inner self.I have many self-imposed restrictions.


A place you wish to visit before you die?




What’s your biggest dream?

I am glad somebody asked that.Here goes that list :

1.I wish to do something good with my life.Something to make my parents mighty proud.Also something for fire and acid victims.

2.To be a Ph.D (Because my family is certain that I have all the makings of an Absent minded Professor 😀  )

3.To travel the world.

4.To dye the bits of my hair Red ( Yeah I don’t see this one coming either 😀  )today


How did you start blogging?

Once upon a time,years ago, I came across an article on blogging in the Spider magazine.’A place where you could write!!’ I was naturally fascinated.

Only problem.I did’nt know how to.LOL

Years later I came across a Facebook page where everybody shared their blogs.


I fell in love with the word…’WordPress’

Everybody lived happily ever after.

The End



Suggest me a book?

I have just read ‘A Tale Of Two Cities’….Such an emotional roller coaster.Strongly recommended

Your favorite movie?

Yeah about that.I don’t watch movies.
Do you have a pet, I am listening…?

No I don’t.But I am dying to have a fish bowl ever since I saw my uncle’s aquarium.Those pink and purple fishes……Love at first sight.


What’s the word that defines you best?

I can’t, actually I don’t want to define myself in a single word.It seems like limiting myself………Even the very thought is suffocating.


A sweet moment from your life?

When my friend called to tell me that I got the highest result in the medical college entry test  🙂


What was the scariest thing you had when you were a child?

They didn’t have terrorism in my childhood.It did’nt exist in those time.Nothing was scary back then.I had a beautiful almost magical childhood 🙂

And Now I interrogate thee

  • Pray tell us….why do you write?
  • what is life to you?
  • Do you forgive easily?
  • Beauty.Your definition.?
  • Fiction or hardcore fact?
  • A fictitious character that resembles yourself (in any respect)
  • Something you’ll never forget
  • Did you ever hate..?
  • Your brand of utopia consists of…..
  • Your comments on the Radical blog.

Since I am already a cajilion months late,i ask you, O,dear reader to tag yourself.Really I would be very happy if even a single person answers (puppy dog eyes)

so here was a not so brief description of me.Hope you didn’t die of boredom….:D


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The Tagging Game : Get 11+11 Facts wiser about Me

The ravings of the ultimate procrastinator(thats me :) )


There comes a time in every time student’s life ,when their Facebook profile picture looks like this

or may be like this…….

As most of my fellow bloggers celebrate autumn,I brace myself for the coming exam season.Pressure,burden plus lack of sleep(I still can’t believe that I fell asleep in class today 😀 )

So this October,time is money.

November is the test of nerves

AND December is the ultimate showdown.

So my dear Radical readers,I take a brief leave from you all.I know nobody is going to miss me but this very crazy and/or weird Pakistani girl is going to miss each and every one of you.Thank you.For making blogging such a fabulous experience for me(I know I am not dying 😀 )

Have a fantastic time.Take care of yourselves.

See you in December….

The ravings of the ultimate procrastinator(thats me :) )