my final post ever...

i will be speaking about my films and the cinema in general at the t2f this sunday from 1730 hours. if you are in karachi, or know someone who would be interested, please come by and spread the word.

Taking back Lollywood, one screening at a time!

A year ago, Ahmer Naqvi decided to leave the megalomaniac world of the Pakistani media, determined to find something better to say, using another medium - film. For the past year, he has been making short films as a Masters student. He now comes to the T2F to talk about his own work, its relationship to Pakistan as well as the state of cinema within the country. He also brings with him vague pretensions of beginning a movement of young Pakistani artists - sick of obsessing about the country's politics and its image abroad - but eager to explore the dramatic, breathless reality which is life in Pakistan. Join us for a screening of his works accompanied by a wide ranging discussion on everything from Maula Jutt to Jean-Luc Godard, and whatever comes in between. 

Breaking is the new black

This blog is an original work. all the politics are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to politics, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

i didn't spend all my life in the big city, as my name would suggest. i was born there, 

but i grew up in another area, a very wild, frontier like place.

it was known as mirc. 

everyone there had names you had never heard of. panty-utar-di, sinn3r, xcalibur, iNsAnE, 2hip4U etc.

but if no one knew who you were, you could be anyone. it was wonderful. 

but then the area become a bit run-down - there was a lot of violence there, and lots of dangerous, angry people started coming there.

so we had to move.

my parents got jobs in the city, and we moved there.

it was a simple, fun neighborhood - anyone could go anywhere, everyone's gates were always open. 

i spent my youth in orkut. it was a great time to be young. we roamed as we pleased, did what we wanted. 

but then things became bad. people started finding out things that were best hidden. and pictures started appearing. it was no longer safe there.

fortunately, things improved. for us.

we moved to a new place.

it was, finally, a chance for us to move bridge ke uss paar.

we moved, to facebook.

it was a very clean, organized area. and you decided who to meet, and who could see what.

finally, we were living in a safe area, where others could not harm us.

so everyone was happy there. always.

in facebook, every one was very happy, excited, going to new places, liking new things. 

and since you know everyone, they are free to always be there - going through your walls, and digging out your pictures.

and you are always happy.

i started hanging out this cool place, which had the best burger in town. it was called blogger. 

i really loved it. the burgers there were so delicious - especially the roast beef burger.

but then, they expanded, and added three family sections, and all the people who worked nearby would come for lunch. 

and sometimes get angry and scream in CAPS LOCK.

if i want burgers now, i go to this other place - wordpress. its got these lovely things no one else has, and the blogger clientele still haven't heard of them. 

of course, gangs of trolls still operate around these areas, but if they chase us we can run back to facebook.

so yeah. 

there, is this other place i have heard of.

its like in a place the british used to be at, but now its desi as well.

they have these amazing nights, which i wish to go to one day. they also have epic bitch fights, which i could do without. 

its like in the part of the city that used to be the elite area, until it got unsafe till it got super duper safe.

so now even i am one of the people who are deemed unsafe, and i haven't been there ever.

i can look out from the broken hotel across to it.

and maybe one day i'll be able to get in and live in twitter.