Bike Lane Battle



Was Dawn story journalistically okay?

What would any journalist do in similar circumstances?

You are told that the civilian and military leadership talked behind the closed doors. Civs accused the military of protecting certain unwanted non-state elements. You are told that the civilians got tough, gave a stern message to sort it out, and the meeting was over.

Now you get to your desk and write it… adding visual details and adjectives. Using descriptive phrases like…

“Extraordinary verbal confrontation between Punjab Chief Minister Shahbaz Sharif and the ISI DG”


“The foreign secretary’s unexpectedly blunt conclusions triggered an astonishing and potentially ground-shifting exchange between the ISI DG and several civilian officials.”


“Astounded onlookers describe a stunned room that was immediately aware of the extraordinary, unprecedented nature of the exchange.”

When you are done writing, it is no more a news; it is a news-story. You have added something to it, which you might call value addition… but I would call it speculation.

So what next, VERIFICATION? Continue reading

How to know your life purpose?

Do you have any clue what you want to do with your life?

I’m one typically disoriented person who needs Google for finding his life purpose. Tell me if it’s ironic.

And one of those searches took me to a TEDx Talk by Adam Leipzig, titled “How to know your life purpose in 5 minutes.” And it was a ten minutes video.

After watching it, I ended up being more confused.

Instead of telling me my life purpose, Adam made me answer these five questions,

  1. Who you are?
  2. What do you do? Rather, what do you love to do?
  3. Who do you do it for?
  4. What do these people want or need?
  5. How do they change as a result of what you give them?

This sounds useful if you’re into some kind of a lifesaving, world-changing passion. But I had very boring (or different) answers to those questions. Continue reading

Did I earn $4500 at #PayoneerLahore forum?

I wanted to earn $4500 a day, so decided to attend Payoneer Forum at Lahore, Pakistan.

Yes, this was what Mr. Tanveer Hussain Nandla promised to tell at the forum – his topic was, Event Blogging, How I made $4500 a day.

Tempting, yes!

Believable, No!

Did he tell the trick, Not at all!

Mr. Nandla did tell how he managed to earn $7000… and spent the money on his marriage. What an eventful spending of plentiful dollars. Though he managed to explain something known as Google Adwords Keywords planner. I suppose it is used to plan weddings. Continue reading

Just five steps to Success

Want to achieve something in life? It’s just five steps away.


91i7kpy20glRobin Sharma in his book, The Monk who sold his Ferrari, advises to take five steps for accomplishing any objective.

First Step

Form a clear mental image of the outcome. It you want to lose weight, envision yourself as a lean and smart person. Clarity in image would result in substantial end result.

Step Two

Get some positive pressure on yourself. Robin Sharma says that the main reason people do not follow any resolutions they make is that they easily slip back into their old ways. So he recommends getting some positive pressure – a pressure that inspires you to remain on track – like making a public pledge etc. Off course, after making a public pledge, you wouldn’t like to appear as a failure. Continue reading

Why I would love to migrate to America, but I don’t

Being a journalist, I’m supposed to make small, crispy headlines – headlines that make sense in smallest possible words. Title of this blog post is just the opposite of that. Speaks volumes about my capabilities as a journalist.

Yes, I want to migrate to America. I’m in Pakistan, and no one arrests me here for making a clock. No one even raises a suspicious eyebrow over any ticking thing. We do have suspicions on Americans though. We believe every American is out there to kill us, either through drones or through Raymond Davis.

And yet I’m dying to migrate to America, or any other developed country. You see, this is complicated. The United States starts a war. On terror, off course. Knocks on our door, and goes like

Hey Pakistan! We’re starting a war, care to join it?

Pakistan: Er

Either you are with us or against us (exclamation mark expression on face).

Pakistan: Er

Boom Bang!

Pakistan: What was that?

We just bombed a place inside your boundary.

Pakistan: That’s outrageous.

Say AGAIN (exclamation mark expressions with a very VERY grim face).

Pakistan: We’re with you.

Good. Now Do More.

See, this is complicated. Now Pakistan is fighting a war that it did not wage in the first place, getting destabilized every passing day, and the country responsible for it is offering us education scholarships.

I long to move to a stable country, but my reaction to any scholarship: I do not apply. Because they ask me to fill a form containing 25 pages. TWENTY FIVE pages. Here I can’t write a blog post of twenty five words, and they expect me to fill so many pages.

So I don’t apply for scholarships. I do this so frequently and constantly that I should apply for government funding.

And even if I do get selected for a scholarship, I know what’s going to happen to me. It would be like…

This is how a developed and prosperous country looks like, thanks for visiting, now you can go back.

But I loved it so much, I wish to stay!

Thank you. But you can’t. And don’t try to come back for another five years.

Can you please take me to the moon?

We can’t, because that’s a daily prompt on the daily post.

Phobia: Visiting The Daily Post

Do you know I visit The Daily Post everyday?

YES. EVERY – DAY. Which means DAILY.

And what do I do there. I look at the daily prompt and tell myself, “Aw! That’s too complicated for me.”

Why do you guys give complicated daily prompts? Eh? And then you expect me not to hate you?

Well, hate is a strong word, and I hate to use strong words; but alternatives like ‘loathe’ are even more strong. See, how complicated my life is. Can’t even use an alternative of hate, totally, completely, absolutely ABHOR it.

And now look at the recent prompt – “Phobia, Shmobia.”

Is this even a word? If, by any means, Shmobia means an evolving fear of visiting The Daily Post, I’m feeling it developing inside me.

Guys, you’re going to kill the great writer in me (only a great writer can write 49 blog posts in almost three years – last one dating back to April this year, in which he had vowed to stop dreaming, and start writing)