Khuda Mera Bhi Hai : What’s In a Name?

So Khuda Mera Bhi Hai came to it’s expected end yesterday.This drama was such a game changer with it’s daring approach to intersex genders, identity and acceptance.Proves that Pakistani audience is mature enough to digest and applaud sensitive content.All you needed was some good story telling and a stellar cast.Honestly it was long play by our usual standards with a whopping 24 episodes but larger than Life characters like these demand a complete closure.

What fascinated me the most about Khuda Mera Bhi Hai was the amount of significance some character’s names carried here and the things they foretold.

Let’s take a look at these names:


NOOR : The protagonist of this play a is transgender person who’s birth causes serious rift between his parents and the samaj calls him a source of distress and burden.  I kinda of loved how Mahi named her kid Noor which means light.Through out her life Mahi proves that her child was not a dark night balkey he was a beacon of light for her and all those who were like him.
MIKAEEL : There comes a time when Noor is disowned by his own biological father and no school is brave enough to enroll him.Enter Mikaeel; a man who comes out of nowhere​ and fills the void in his life.He’s a surrogate father and mentor shielding him from the world’s ridicule.I mean the guy is like an angel to Noor and Mahi and is literally named after an angel too.


MAH GUL: Mahgul literally means moon flower or a better meaning would be radiant.Just like a moon waxes and wanes and goes through eclipses, Mahi’s shines through the hardships in her life.
SANAM : This drama’s fan favorite character is befittingly named Sanam or ‘beloved’.Loved how she broke stereotypes and stood up for herself and Mahi.

 KMBH was a courageous scrutiny of the stigma surrounding trans population and the hypocrisy and bigotry of our social fabric.Generally I dont watch primetime dramas but am really glad that I followed this one.😍😍

Khuda Mera Bhi Hai : What’s In a Name?

XIII

The biscuits tasted sweet.
He dearly missed that of ignorance of youth.Youth itself is a mirage!How blissfully it wraps a person into a delusion of power.Makes one feel that they can Understand and Change anything.Everything.After all Everything is either in the in the absolute right or wrong.Black or white.

He popped another biscuit in his mouth.Too sweet.

Things change and the universe forces a person to acknowledge unpleasant things.Makes you admit of all kinds of realities and see that there are no absolute no rights and wrongs.No abrupt ends to stories and People are in the varying shades of gray.

The aftertaste in his mouth was tinged with bitterness.

XIII

IV

Let’s bite our nails

And paint them blue!

Pull together our shit and dance to stoner rock tunes.                                   in the earliest parts of nights..       when skies still have that purple hue. Let the stars witness,

how we ruin ourselves anew            

Like a sponge Drunk on secondhand misery,.                                                   Girl I wonder;

why have I become young

at youth’s dying..?

How much of us..

do these concrete jungles define?

Why did I wake up

 in the deadliest of colds?

Why is this moon waxing

at the instances,all wrong!

It’s too late,It’s been late for ages now..                                                           So Just shut up already and clap for others..                                                   Cause the world’s not your stage!

Not yours to hold.. Anymore.

Honey it’s not us,                                         It’s our memories.                                     that have become decades old.

-Syeda Maham Nayyer

Aside

Much needed Insight

Well, I could be wrong since I feel there is no ‘objective truth’ and everything is subjective – but the way I look at things is that when you’re younger, you have too many expectations from life. I think there comes a time when you start dropping expectations. Because the world doesn’t owe you anything, and you don’t owe the world anything in return. Things, feelings, are a very simple transaction. If you get it, be grateful. If you don’t, be alright with it.

– Fawad Khan

Much needed Insight

All the world’s a Tamasha

 

img_20170203_175304 It’s almost an year and I still just can’t get over Tamasha!What a gorgeous piece of art.Loaded with subtle meanings and between the lines motifs.Haye!A lot of people don’t like the movie but this post does not serve to slut shame them ( even though you should be ashamed.Ya nasty! 😂).This post is specifically about the song Matargashti.

Matargashti has Ved and Tara frolicking on the streets of Corsica.Here are some stills from the song:

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Ved:Let’s nacho on the road! Tara:Brilliant!
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Ved: Hey these drugs work! Everything’s blur! Tara: No its just Maham’s shitty screenshots.
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Tara: My back hurts! Ved : Buddhi aurat.
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I m the king of Bollywood Nepotism! Crowd:Oh yes! you are!

Besides the realization of your poverty what else does occurs in each and every still ? This flag:

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Corsica has been struggling for Independence from Spain for quite some time now and this symbol of their movement is scattered throughout the song.Gaining Independence to be yourself  and embracing freedom are the central themes of Tamasha .There has been a lot of speculation about the director choosing this particular destination so I guess this fits with the narrative as to why Corsica holds such a pivotal place in story.It’s not a just a location but a silent character in the movie bringing Ved and Tara together with its magic..I think somewheres Mr Imtiaz Ali is laughing at us lesser mortals.

I should really stop focusing so much time on wall hangings and spare some of the time to my textbooks   😂😂😂

All the world’s a Tamasha

A Flight Of Imagination

Nasa

 

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.
Unseen.

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

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

Aside