Infectious Energy

On Sunday, my OCD kicked in and I decided to clean the house. To make cleaning a bit interesting I selected some old classics of Nayyara Noor. I played my favorite song Kabhi Hum bhie khoobsurat theye … … and held on to the magic mop with dear life. Nayyara’s with her soul searching voice sang the beautiful lyrics written by Ahmed Shamim, I could not help ponder upon the simplicity of emotions and the deep sadness  embedded    in the lyrics of this song. I have listen to it a 100 times before, but somehow with age, the meaning of many things have changed so drastically that even I am surprised myself. The song talks about the beauty of emotions more than the physicality of the beauty itself, it emphasizes on the spirit and the joy found in that jubilant spirit. Somehow beauty and age is such an important thing for women, I am not sure if it is a big issue for men also, as their age or beauty is never discussed. But for women it’s a stark reality, we often have t

As I was scrolling through social media today, I was petrified while watching a video shared by Shaniera Akram declaring Clifton beach unsafe (we are thankful to her for her efforts).  The video shows, a kilometer of medical waste , including open syringes, vile of blood samples and other extremely hazardous medical waste  dumped by the beach. Uproar in social media and within hour’s pictures of trucks being pulled up near Clifton beach attempting to clean the piles of garbage were shared.   Post and hash tags of appreciation were being shared for Shaniera Akram and the authorities, who took immediate action, claiming the situation is now under control…….   Is the situation really under control? The above scenario was from one of the posh area of Karachi, where in broad day light medical waste was dumped and no one saw anything, showing pure negligence of DHA authorities. DHA has never been held accountable for their poor performance or lack of planning. Thankfully