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So tumblr seems like the perfect place where Nerdsters share their first world problems and all the things they hate about this world. So here it goes ..

Hate is such a strong word, i know! Nor, indeed, do I know what I like. I do however have a fairly strong sense of what I hate, and so for the first time ever here is the exclusive list. 

1. Governments . (each and everyone of them)

2. Cakefaces unless your a dancer or a joker.

3. Tumblr fanatics.

4. People who get excited about royal baby.

5. Anyone that ever complained about reverse racism.

6. People who pm me and them write on my wall i massaged you.

7. Zombies & Zionists

8.When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks “Has the bus come yet?”. If the bus came would i be standing here , smartpants “

9. UWS Security and RA’s who acts like they are Mutaweens from Saudi . Your simply being a douchebag.

10. White people who avoided thinking about white privilege—the unearned advantages that white people benefit from because of how institutions are set up and how history has unfolded.

11. Anyone who describes anyone else as “inspirational”.

12. Anyone asks for feedback and then get upset if honest feedback given.

13. People who do not reply my snapchats.

14. Anyone believes in “Nationalism” . Yes you are a dumbass and people like you are root cause of everything that fucked up in this world.

15. Grammar nazis

16. People who blow things out of proportion

17. Cityrail 

18. Bogans and specially those one with mullets .

19. People who love watching channel 7 and channel 9. Just kill yourself. Seriously your wasting  your life.

20. Sydney Traffic

21. Anyone who doesnt agree that  BIRIYANI is the best ethnic food ever followed by Sushi , Kabsa and Morrocan chicken. IN THAT EXACT ORDER !!

22. People who ask me why is your name “Frillneck Outlaw” on the internet. Its not my passport , just relax. ALSO DONT WANT SHOOT IN THE FACE WHILE I TRAVEL OVERSEAS. 


24. White people who like Commercial hiphop . HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN RELATE TO THIS SONGS.

25. Apologist Muslims.

26. Indians who use skin-whitening cream aka “Fair and lovely”

27. People who upload Ifter photos everyday . MAD INVITE !!


29. Lecturers who make attendance compulsory .

30. UWS internet 

31. People who ever used the term “Import” or “FOB” . 

32. Pronto coffee 

33. Bengalis who dont like “Jhal Muri” and “chotpoti” 

34. My Dentist 

35. Emo kids.


Defining borders that only cause pain

[book review] …

Kamila Shamsie’s second novel Salt and Saffron (2000) is a work on the partition of India in 1947. Dard e Dil, a feudal family suffered during the partition like any other in India and Pakistan. Kamila has brought out the pain, sorrows and love of the triplets Sulaiman, Taimur and Akbar in her writing. Their father, a wealthy land owner thought “bearing the names of great kings would enable his sons to face up to any crisis, but he never paused to think what would have happened if the namesakes Sulaiman the Magnificent, Akbar the Great and Taimur, sometimes called Taimur Lang or Tamburlaine, …. had been born brothers!”

In 1938 Taimur disappeared while the boys were being sent to Oxford to get their degrees. He later wrote a letter saying that as they were born the year after the Jalianwalla massacre and “I lack your gift for erasing, nay! Evading history.

This is our curse: Akbar and Sulaiman, we are kites that have their strings snipped. We went to school in a place with out any sun, and believed this meant we had no need for our shadows. I am not an Englishman nor are you. Nor can we ever be, regardless of our foxtrots, our straight bats, our Jolly Goods and I Says
No more anglicized Percy, I.
I am now Taimur Hind.”

All the three brothers were close to Aliya’s dadi, Abida, who loves them all. What Shamsie does in Salt and Saffron is that she breaks apart the fake pride or snobbery of the Dard e Dil family by carefully depicting a character like Taj’s mother, who works as the midwife of the family but gives birth to Taj, whose father was an unidentified member of Dard e Dil.

Since the Dard e Dil family later lived in a posh area of Karachi, Aliya and Samia, who were educated in the west, feel uneasy when Aliya meets a boy from Liaquatabad, which is not an area where the rich and famous of the city can even think of treading upon. When Aliya tries to get close to him the only thing keeping her from that is the locality of his ancestral home even though he has never been there himself.

The partition of 1947 left the Dard e dil family divided in India and Pakistan and the differences exist even though they lived in America and England. Taimur’s daughter Mariam comes to live with Aliya’s family as her parents have passed away. A lady who only speaks to the cook Masood later elopes with him. This causes immense shame to the family and they see it as a disgrace, with one of the aunts saying clearly, “Family reputation is the most precious jewel in a young bride’s jehez.” She sighed. “There was a time we were so close to the heavens no stigma could reach us. But what we were we no longer are.”

Along with the story Kamila Shamsie shows a lot of wit in her book. The question of identity is a primary one in Salt and Saffron. Aliya wants to retain her Pakistani identity and choose a life partner who values that identity. While her family tries to get her married into an aristocratic family, she is very much in love with Khaleel, a ‘desi’ living in the UK. When she meets her dadi’s cousins in the UK, who are from the Indian side, she realizes that they are enemies and don’t even support the same cricket team. Even though Shamsie describes the pride or Naz of being a Pakistani, she herself travels around the globe, getting her education in the United States of America and later going to live in the UK. That is how her entity has been shaped.

Kartography(2002) is Shamsie’s third book set in Karachi, the spider plant city where you might find, according to the narrator, fossilized footprints of Alexander the Great. The book deals with a heartbreaking love story, depicts the ethnic conflict which pervades Pakistani society. The story is about 1971 war of independence of Bangladesh, which the writer terms as a civil war.

Karim’s main aim in life is to become a cartographer and give names to the places in Karachi ‘where the streets have no name’. Both Karim and Raheen are fascinated by the city of their birth and they keep coming back to it, abandoning the luxuries of the west. Maybe that is why the author has titled the book ‘Kartography’, with a K.

To me, though, this book is about a beautiful Bengali girl growing up in Karachi and her plight in 1971. Maheen, who does not know any other city as her hometown, is humiliated and tortured verbally and morally as things go from bad to worse during the Bangladesh war. She is alienated, ostracized from the very society she has grown up in. Just then her fiancée declined to marry her which was like the last nail on her coffin. Maheen is a Bengali, but love knows no borders. So she is in love with a Pakistani boy named Zafar. In 1971 Zafar’s friend Shafiq asks him:

“How can you do it? You are going to marry one of them. You are going to let her have your children. How?”

Shafiq’s baby brother’s body was mutilated in erstwhile East Pakistan and his remains could not be identified. So Zafar’s friend will mark him as a traitor if he marries a Bengali woman. Maheen marries Ali and has Karim. Zafar, on the other hand, marries Maheen’s best friend Yasmeen and they have a baby girl who is named Raheen, the suffix borrowed from his ex fiancée’s name.

Kamila Shamsie brings out the pain Bengalis living Pakistan felt in those days. It is unthinkable how drawing borders can transform friends into enemies overnight.

A waiter spills a drink on Laila, another friend. Her husband stands up and lands a slap across the waiter’s cheek and screams,

“Halfwit Bingo! Go back to your jungle.”

Maheen witnesses the episode and is close to tears. A beggar spits on Maheen in public. Even Zafar is hated by most people for being a ‘Bingo lover’.

“ ‘71 was madness”, says a friend.

After the war is over Zafar says:

“Happy? Why should I be happy?…… Three days ago we surrendered to the Indian army. Of course we are not happy. We’ve lost half the country and most of our souls.”

Karim, Maheen’s son, who has always thought of himself as a Bengali and thus in a minority like the Muhajirs of the Muhajir Qaumi Movement, said to Raheen and her friends:

“We didn’t learn anything, did we, from ‘71?”

The generation of children born after 1971 hardly know anything about the war, as evident from a letter Raheen writes:

“We are nearly forty-eight years old as a nation, young enough that there are people who have lived through our entire history and more, but too old to put our worries down to teething problems. Between our birth in 1947 and 1995, dead bang between our beginning and our present, is 1971, of which I know next to nothing except that there was a war and East Pakistan became Bangladesh, and terrible things we must have done then to remain so silent about it. Is it shame at losing the war, or guilt about what we did try to win that mutes us?”

Towards the end of the novel there is a letter from Zafar to Maheen explaining what made him betray her after the war, what made him decide not to marry her. At one point he says:

“Pakistan died in 1971. Pakistan was a country with two wings. I have never before thought of the war in terms of that image: a wing tearing away from the body it once helped keep afloat —- it was a country with a majority Bengali population and its attendant richness of culture, clothing…. Oh, everything. How can Pakistan still be when all of that, everything that East Pakistan added to the country?….. How can Pakistan still be when we so abused that image —- first by ensuring that the Bengalis were minimized and marginalized both politically and economically, and then by reacting to their demands for greater rights and representation with acts of savagery?”

Zafar’s confession does make one wonder who Kamila Shamsie has in mind. Maheen can grow out of her character to become the pervasive national identity that is so abused, humiliated at the hands of the Pakistani military. Born in 1973, Shamsie may represent the post-71 Pakistan generation’s view.

In both the novels Shamsie aptly describes how drawing borders will make people suffer through insurmountable pain no matter what the cause may be. Since both Salt and Saffron and Kartography deal with nations emerging out of chaos, one can understand that the writer has a strong sense of history. But both the novels have too many characters. That makes the reader go back and forth to find out who is related to who. The stories about families are woven in the political turmoil of South Asia, which makes them a very interesting read.

'আপনি মানুষ না আওয়ামীলীগ?”

গত আওয়ামী আমলে মানুষ একটা কথা বলতে শুরু করেছিল ‘আপনি মানুষ না আওয়ামীলীগ?” কেউ খারাপ কিছু করলেই এই কথা বলত। সারাদেশেই এই একই কথা, ‘আপনি মানুষ না আওয়ামীলীগ?”

এবারের অবস্থা আরও শোচনীয়। এখন ডিরেক্ট কুকুরের সাথে তুলনা করছে! তবে এখন যেসব খবর পড়ছি, তাতে মনে হয় এই কুকুর এখন পাগল হয়ে গেছে। কিভাবে? সামসুদদীন মানিককে কে না চেনে? এই সরকারের আমলে বিরুধী দলের নেতাদের বিরুদধে রুল জারী করে যিনি ইতিমধ্যেই গিনিচ বুকে নাম উঠিয়ে ফেলেছেন, তিনি আবারও রুল জারী করেছেন মাহমুদুর রহমানের বিরুদধে! যেখানে, ৩ মাস আগে হাইকোর্ট বিভাগের বিচারপতি এএইচএম শামসুদ্দিন চৌধুরী মানিকের বিরুদ্ধে গত ২৫ সেপ্টেম্বর মানি লন্ডারিং (মুদ্রা পাচার), বৈদেশিক মুদ্রা বিনিময় আইন ভঙ্গ ও মিথ্যা তথ্য দিয়ে সম্পদের হিসাব গোপন এবং সুপ্রিমকোর্টের বিচারপতিদের আচরণবিধি ভঙ্গের সুনির্দিষ্ট ২৯টি অভিযোগ করেছিলেন দৈনিক আমার দেশ-এর ভারপ্রাপ্ত সম্পাদক মাহমুদুর রহমান। এটা কিভাবে সম্ভব! এটা কি প্রতিশোধ নাকি সরকারও এই মানি লন্ডারিং এর সাথে জরিত? মানি লন্ডারিং নিয়ে দুই আবুলত দেশের বারটা বাজিয়ে দিয়েছেন, এখন এই আওয়ামী বিচারপতি কতটুকু ডুবায়, দেখার বিষয়।/:)
আর আওয়ামী বিচারপতিদের স্কাইপি সংবাদ নিয়ে কি বলব? কেউ শুনতে চাইলে এই লিংকে যান, Click This Link
এইডসের টিকা আবিষকার হয়েছে, এটাও পরামরশের বিষয়!:P
আবার, বিশ্বজিতের খুনিদের গ্রেফতারের খবর নিয়ে মিথ্যা বলেই যাচছেন আমাদের মিথ্যুক স্বরাষ্ট্রমন্ত্রী । গতকাল স্বরাষ্ট্রমন্ত্রী বলেছেন, এ ঘটনায় এখন পর্যন্ত ১১ জনকে গ্রেফতার করা হয়েছে। তবে ঢাকা মহানগর পুলিশ জানিয়েছে, এখন পর্যন্ত ৩ জনকে গ্রেফতার করা হয়েছে। অন্যদিকে হাইকোর্টকে সরকার জানিয়েছে যে, ঐ ঘটনায় গ্রেফতার হয়েছে ১ জন। বিশ্বজিত্ হত্যাকাণ্ডে ছাত্রলীগ জড়িত থাকার প্রমাণ থাকলেও প্রধানমন্ত্রীর প্রেস সচিব বলেছেন, ঐ হত্যাকাণ্ডে অভিযুক্ত ব্যক্তিদের কেউই ছাত্রলীগের কর্মী নন। আহা, মানুষ সব দেখার পরেও কিভাবে এমন মিথ্যা বলা যায়? আল্লাই মালুম!! আপনারা আবার বিচারপতিদের আলাপ করা মালুম ভাইয়ের কথা মনে করিয়েন না, না হয় আপনার মনে করার উপরও নিষেধাগঘা জারী হবে।X(

সাবধানে থাকুন, ভাল থাকুন।

The immorality of it all

imageOnce again Bangladesh is being flung into conflict, but for what, for whose benefit and to what end?

Lets take a minute to examine the tragic case of Bishwajit.

As reported in most local bengali papers, he was a innocent bystander who was suspected by Chhatra League cadres as a Shibir activist and supporter of Sunday’s road blockade programme by the opposition. They swooped on him, chased him to a first floor shop, beat him and stabbed him. He then ran down to the street while being chased and beaten, and then finally died without getting any emergency treatment at Mitford Hospital, where he was able to reach all by himself.

The most obvious question is what right do the BCL cadres, or anybody for that matter, have in attacking anybody? Is it a crime to belong to the opposition that ruling party activists will feel that they have a right to attack and even kill? Will AL please answer as to what sort of a mindset is it implanting in its young members that they feel empowered to beat someone to death just because he or she belongs to an opposing camp? Is this the democracy that the prime minister never tires of telling us that she is fighting for?

Isn’t the government of the day fully responsible to ensure the life and property of all citizens, including those who belong to the opposition? Or are we going into a culture where dissenters have no rights.

The tragedy of Bishwajit was that he was just a citizen and not a partisan cadre. As a citizen there were none to mourn his death save his family. If he was a ruling party cadre, by now a whole hoard of people would have been rounded up and the country would have seen no end to condemnation of the brutality. If, on the contrary, he belonged to the opposition, then also there would have been a huge funeral procession — the whole episode being used for relentless condemnation of the government. The shameful farce enacted around his death is exemplified by a statement by the home minister yesterday morning that eight persons have been arrested with the police saying, around noon, that none were arrested, even though the names and pictures of the killers have been published in many newspapers, including this one, and video footage of the incident has been telecast by most TV channels. Yet, the police are investigating the veracity of the incident and “looking” for the culprits.

Each day we witness further deterioration of law and order, not only in the hands of those who are calling for the strife but also in the hands of those who are trying to control it. The mindless burning of buses, trucks, cars, and the street fights that we have come to term as “movement” has lost all moral underpinning.

The calls for hartals and all sorts of boycott and street agitation and even the violent clashes that crippled the country during the autocratic rules and caused its demise had a strong moral underpinning as it was for the sake of restoring democracy and representative government.

What is it for today? Governments are duly elected and are no longer an extension of the military. Just because the opposition rejected the polls results — all our opposition parties have rejected polls results since 1991 — it does not entitle them to try an overthrow of an elected government. However, one may feel about the government of the day — and there are numerous reasons to feel outraged and disillusioned — nobody has the right, in the name of protest, to hold the whole society hostage, create violence, destroy property and strike fear in the hearts and minds of ordinary citizens.

Is this hartal for the rights of ordinary citizens? If so, then what about the rights of the day labourers to feed their own families, of the rickshaw pullers to earn their daily income, of small shop owners to eek out a meagre existence? And what about the rights of the not so poor but ordinary law abiding citizens to go about their personal affairs, work and business?

Most crucially, what about the “right to life” of the critically ill who risk death because they cannot avail medical treatment during emergency.

The truth is today’s politics is totally devoid of any moral underpinning and nothing more than a naked power game, with each side finding it acceptable to do anything to overthrow the other. With each passing day the law is flouted by one side to suit its game and bent by the other to suit the contrary.


I was recently accused of being “in bed with Hizb ut Tahir” by another Muslim. I made some criticism of a Muslim organisations response to the protests that happened in Sydney in response to the offensive film. What really hurt me and struck me is the consistent labeling of Muslims by Muslims themselves. When you accuse someone of belonging to a certain Islamic ideology, you reduce their opinion to a neat little box and you refuse to acknowledge their valid arguments. At the end of the day, by labeling fellow Muslims, Salafi, Wahhabi, extremist, Sufi, tabligi, moderate and Shia, what we are really doing is causing more divisions in the community. We are falling in the traps laid out by shaitan and other enemies of Islam.


"Bengal was one of the wealthiest parts of not just the Mughal empire but the world. Not just in money also in culture ,literature and every part of civilization we were wealthy than others. yes it may make you wonder how once a great civilization can lead to countries full of Poverty ,violence and disorder. What you don’t realize is that it was European meddling that broke up the Indian political structure and led to the disorder of these countries today. Media portrays these areas as full of poverty and violence, without acknowledging who did that to them. well you can say past is past we should move on. YES we can move on when stop supporting our tyrants and dictators . Just like you love freedom ,peace and self determination -we do same . Untill then peace is question. " 

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