Before I begin (technically I’ve already begun), any of you who think this post, based on the title, will be me opening up about my feelings on some topic or another then I apologize because it’s not exactly that.
Rather, the title is “inspired” by the 1998 Bollywood movie of the same title. In fact, a good portion of this post revolves around the film. So, if you enjoy reading a bit of personal recollections then read on. If you want views on wider implications of the film and/or Bollywood, you may want to skip the first few paras! If you’re not interested in either, well, up to you if you want to stick around.
For any non-Pakistani/Indian reader(s), the relevant translations are at the end of the post.
The Birth of Bollywood in Me
I was born and raised in Saudi Arabia by a Pakistani father and an Indian mother. Growing up, summer vacation was the only time we traveled, barring a few winter vacations when the summer wasn’t working out. The majority of those trips were to India; very few to Pakistan and the times we did go to Pakistan, it would be for like a week after the month and a half or more spent in India.
The first music that hit my ears, as far as I can remember, was from Bollywood. Not sure if it was Papa Kehte Hain which my dad would sing along to in order to encourage me, to achieve, from a young age or if it was Chandni. It wasn’t too long before Ek Do Teen had me cursing myself for not knowing how to count in Urdu/Hindi past ten!
I believe the first movie that really captivated me was Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar, I was already into cricket by that age and was developing a competitive streak so you can imagine why such a movie had me enthralled. From there, I just wanted to watch more. I loved television and I was beginning to love movies. Sure, the Disney films and film adaptations of cartoons also had their place for me; but, Bollywood was just something else.
Oh, and there was this Amitabh flick titled Toofan which inspired my friends and I to Continue reading →
A few months ago I began writing about my football journey, so to speak; that’s in chronological order and will continue to be so once I continue that! However, a bit of nostalgia has overcome me and not the good kind! I recently saw some updates of my Alma Mater’s team’s progress in an important tournament; the team progressed to the semifinal and it got me thinking back to when I had just become Captain and we debuted in that tournament. So this is a recollection of that tournament and the time around that… Continue reading →
Before I begin, I’d like to thank Soban Zafar (@thearsenalox) for the title of this post. I informed him I’ll be writing about the friend zone and he replied saying
The ultimate trap
To which I replied that the friend zone is a self made trap. Now you know the origins of the title – wahay!
The ‘friend zone’ – a term that makes the nice guys whimper at their rotten luck, girls frown upon potentially losing – if not lost already – a good friend, and the friends of those men/women shake their head at either the blindness of the chased or the irrationality of the chaser.
Can’t you see he loves you so much? He would do anything to make you happy? You’re being unbelievably stupid!
Dude she just doesn’t like you back, MOVE onnnnnn!
This post will look at why us men fall into the ‘friend zone’ – no, it’s not merely because a girl says ‘I see you as a friend’. This post will primarily look at
- Why we’re seen as only a friend [hint: it’s not because nice guys finish last]
- Why we are unable to accept that we’re seen as a friend
I’m no expert, this will be purely opinion based on personal experience, hours of listening to and observing female friends about their relationship issues; and, being in a long-term relationship really places perspective on the whole idea of the ‘friend zone’.
Without further ado, let’s begin! Continue reading →
Today, I will bare my teenage soul to tell a short story about how I became loyal to a certain brand.
My hormones started kicking in at the age of 12; incidentally, the same year as receiving sex education but the hormones definitely kicked in a few months before we reached that part of the textbook. I had my first crush that year. She went on to play a little joke on me by pretending to like me. The little confidence I had, was shattered.
Not really, it wasn’t shattered, but I always had little confidence. I wasn’t good looking, not at 12 especially! I couldn’t get myself to talk to the girls I fancied – by girls I mean different girls over the years, never more than one girl at one time! Though I never asked any of them out, I had confessed feelings and asked some to the prom or school dance. None of those ever worked out either.