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The work involves celebrity interviews that I have conducted so far, my journalism work and literary work, my fiction work...and my TV plus radio shows...
I did radio, I did TV, and I always to find the real me..
As a writer, I could write more openly and that explored the real me..
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Sadaf

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Library



(A poem from first volume of Collection by my grandfather; Translated by me)

The Light of my eye, the love of my soul!
What is left and which shall run
People are happy to increase in youth
The assets I had inherited
were doomed by me
whatever was there in the house, all havocked
Until today, the dead are used
Way through the dead youth
But few books in your favor
What is left and which shall run
I also constructed
I even destructed
I had inherited from the ancestors that
I'll finish it now
If wealth was, the shame came with it
It was also a war of disbelief and rebellion
Even the naughty side and was launched
My ancestors were from several milieus
And was there the emulation of the slave
Thanks to all of this slavery
Became their means of destruction
 I had inherited from the ancestors that
except;;;;;;
But few books in your favor
What is left and which shall run



Of these days is also a tome from aged days
Stating the affairs of some loved ones

And depicting several pictures of some dear ones too
You will see rage on some faces
Some faces would reflect deep envy,

Some are tormented badly,
Some, you will find agonizing
that some images are displaced
Who are without fault and are spotless too

These images will give you a new determination, a new enthusiasm

Will give you the pleasure of desire
Will show you the path to follow
And guide you at each point

I pray to God that you are able to
Distinguish between the two deeper!

لائبریری

اے میرے نور نظر ، لخت جگ!                            
میں تیرے واسطے ان چند کتابوں کے سوا
اور کیا چیز ھے جو چھوڑ چلا جاؤں گا
اے میرے نور نظر ، لخت جگر!
میں تیرے واسطے ان چند کتابوں کے سوا
اور کیا چیز ھے جو چھوڑ چلا جاؤں گا
لوگ کہتے ھیں جوانی میں بڑ ھاپے کے لئے
مجھکو ورثے میں ملا تھا جو اثاثہ میں نے
سے بربادکیا
گھر میں جو کچھ تھا لٹایا می نے
آج تک یہ مری عادت ہی رہی
اس طرح مری جوانی گزری
میں تیرے واسطے ان چند کتابوں کے سوا
اور کیا چیز ھے جو چھوڑ چلا جاؤں گا
میں نے تعمیر بھی کی
میں نے تخریب بھی کی
مجھ کو اجداد سے ورثے میں ملا تھا جو کچھ
میں نے چاھا کہ اسے ختم کروں

مال و دولت تھی اگر، ساتھ میں ذلت بھی تو تھی
اس میں آمادگئ کفر و بغاوت بھی تو تھی
اس طرف چھیڑ و شرارت بھی تو تھی
میرے اجداد کئ پشت سے تھے حلقہء بگوش
اور غیروں کی غلامی کے اثیر
اس اسیری کے بدولت یہ سب
ان کی تخریب کے اسباب بنے
 مجھ کو اجداد سے ورثے میں ملا تھا جو کچھ
اس میں سے
میں تیرے واسطے ان چند کتابوں کے سوا
اور کیا چیز ھے جو چھوڑ چلا جاؤں گا

ان میں ایام گزشتہ کی بھی ھے اک کتاب
جس میں اپنوں کے ھیں احوال رقم
اور اپنوں ھی کی تصویریں کئ
کچھ کے چھروں پہ ھیں قھر کے آثار عیاں
کچھ  پہ سایہ ھے حسد کا لرزاں
کچھ پہ ھے تلخئ حالات کا رنگ
کچھ پہ سنگینی کی تلوار نے کھینچی ھے لکیر
کچھ تصاویر کہ بے لوث نظر آتی ھیں
جو کہ بے عیب ھیں اور بے داغ بھی ھیں
یہ تصاویر ھی بخشیں گی نیا عزم ، نیا جوش
تجھ کو بخشیں گی مرادوں کی خوشی
تجھ کو دیں گی تری منزل کا سراغ
  یہ تری رھنمائ بھی کریں گی ھر دم
التجا ھے یہ خدا سے کہ تجھے ھو توفیق
کر سکے دونوں میں تفریق عمیق!


A Poem from First Volume of My Grand father's Collection

Gloomy Silhouettes



By
Sadaf Fayyaz

I am shadow of an ordinary looking girl. I am happy as far as she works hard, studies well and prays to God. I often see her doing things forcibly, that she doesn’t want to do. I get hurt over it. Her mother is worried about her marriage. Every time, whenever someone comes to meet her, she decks her in expensive jewelry and bright clothes. She presents her before people that she has never seen in her life. I wish I was never a part of her. I want her to be independent to make her own decisions. She eats what she like, she wears the dress of her choice, but is forced to come before people like this in order to get approved. This has happened so many times, that people come to her place, eat, drink and leave. When everyone leaves, she comes to her room and sits quietly for hours on her chair. I can’t even say a soothing word to her. But being a meager shadow, I can’t help her.
I am shadow of an old lady. She is nice, cultured and good. She has to young sons and is trying to find girls for them. As far as her choice is concerned, she almost rejects every girl. She has rejected so many girls; some on the basis of faces and some on the basis of wealth. I can’t stop her from doing all this. I hate her at times and wish that I weren’t a part of her.
I am shadow of a doctor. His job is to treat his patients well, make the correct diagnosis, and take good care of his patients. At times, he is so careless about his profession that he gives wrong ample to his patients. Patients suffer because of his careless attitude. He is only interested in treating wealthy patients and charging good money from them. I see some caring and kind-hearted practitioners and pray if I were a shadow of them. This doctor is just a butcher. I can’t stop him from showing careless attitude. He has no fear of God.
You may like to write my story. I am shadow of head of an educational institution. I am happy to see students studying hard and taking care of their scores and conduct. I feel hurt when I come across some cases of harassment, nepotism and discrimination among students. The Head at times acts like a puppet: he is compelled to assign good grades to influential students. He even has to give admissions to some students from influential backgrounds, on just receiving a telephone call from some influential figure. He hates it and is only a puppet. I can’t stop him from doing the wrong.
I am shadow of a suicide bomber. I hate him that he doesn’t hold any regard for his fellow being and takes their lives. He doesn’t love his brethren. I wish that he had attended some school and had a regard for humanity and life. I can’t stop him from creating so much bloodshed and destruction. I wish I were never a part of him.
I am shadow of a prostitute. I hate her for that she does. I wish she could have adopted a nice and decent living style. I hate her for doing all this and wish I was never her shadow.
I am shadow of a teacher. I feel unhappy when she assigns grades to her students and favors some of them. She is not fair. I know being the closest to her, which student deserved which grade. She assigns A to a student who deserved B, on the basis of partiality. I wish I were shadow of an honest and just teacher.
I am shadow of an HR person. He holds a lot of responsibility. He designs wrong kind of ads, and rejects people on the basis of caste, race and religion. He has terminated so many people by creating false reports against them. I can’t stop him from doing wrong and cheating people.
I am shadow of a marriage bureau consultant. The lady only makes money and runs her home like this. I know that she is a big fraud and a big liar, but can’t do anything about it. Shadows don’t speak, they can only see. She takes a good amount of money from both the families and never contacts them back. She always tells people, ‘well, I tried a lot to find a suitable match for your kid,’ Folks, she is a cheat. I know that she has never contacted any one. Who else can be closer than a shadow? I wish I weren’t with her. I have to obey her and do whatever she does. I can’t contradict nor stop her.
Hi, I am shadow of a laborer,,,,,, Hi, I am shadow of a film star,,,, Hi, I am shadow of CEO of a multinational……Hi, I m shadow of an artist………Hey, would you record my story,,, I am shadow of a singer…… So many shadows and so many stories to record: My pen doesn’t have that much ink…..So many shadows…………..So many stories……………

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Final Word


A Piece from Collection of Short Stories…………………………

By

Sadaf Fayyaz



Rehan was going on thirty this year. He never liked the long and useless calls of his mother’s friends. His graduate friends were married and living happily with their life partners. He took life and profession very seriously. He never thought much about his marital matters and relied too much on his family members. After his graduation, he got a good job at a bank. During his university days, he developed interest in a class fellow of him. He tried talking to his mother about her but she declined and said,

You know, I am against such marriages. I would find a very beautiful, caring and rich girl for you.”

Rehan never argued with her after this session, thinking he didn’t like to be cursed by his mother. She would then start talking to some of her friends, would dress up nicely and left to visit someone. Rehan never interfered in all this, thinking she would try to get a good match for him.
Four years went on like this and Rehan had started thinking seriously about it now. While going on a long drive, he said to himself,

My mother doesn’t even know what kind of a girl I want as a life partner. I don’t want a striking beauty, but a natural and caring girl who understands me and my problems. I would always respect her opinion but would have cherished if she ever asked me about my choice too. “
He kept thinking while driving.

My mother goes out to visit someone and comes back with telling me anything about it. Safina was my class fellow and understood my nature very well. My mother wants a daughter in law for herself, but not a wife for her son.”

After he went home, he overheard his mother talking to someone over the phone.

Shabana! Show me a beautiful girl with fair complexion, golden hair, blue eyes and rich background for my son. I want a BDS or a doctor with a very rich background. She should be earning a good amount of money and look after the home too. Last time where you sent me, the people were not very rich. There wasn’t any servant in the house and the people were serving me food themselves. After all, I am the boy’s mother; I should be given a lot of respect and importance. “

Rehan could not believe the words of his mother. He didn’t feel like overhearing the conversation any more. He went to his room and sat on his chair.

I have never asked for a rich, BDS, and blue eyed girl. I give more weight age to an understanding and supportive life partner. What is my mother up to?

He never expected such an unrealistic and fake standard from his mother.

We are a poor and underfed nation. Most of the people have dark colored hair, dark –colored eyes and wheatish skin tones. The race is an ordinary looking one, except the dual-blooded people. How can my mother expect to find a “fairy” or “mermaid” for me in this race?

Rehan felt very disheartened and remembered a phone call from a lady in his office.

My name is Asma and I want to ask you what does your mother think finally? She came to see my daughter two weeks ago, said “yes” and invited our family for tea. She came with some relatives of hers and visited us twice. She said that she “liked” my daughter and will ask her son now. My husband and I are still waiting for her response. Do you have any idea about all this?”

Rehan felt a bit stressed, as his mother never shared anything like that with him and acted normal. “My mother never mentioned all this to me, I am sorry if you people are hurt over this .”

After this call, he felt a bit down and low. He could hear the tinge of wait and approval in the voice of that old lady. He made his mind and thought of talking to his mother straight now.

On the breakfast next day, he asked his mother, “Have you been able to find any girl for me, since you have visited so many homes?
I want a very beautiful……………..” started his mother,
Rehan interrupted,
I know that you have been looking for a girl for the last four years. But now listen to me quietly. I have never interfered in all this and never even asked you where you have been going and whom you have been visiting. I obeyed you since I didn’t want to have your curse. But now I don’t have the courage to be cursed by someone else’s mother, since you make your own choice and use my name. I don’t want an animal for sacrifice, but a loving and supporting girl for myself. Everything that God has created in this world has flaws. Even the most beautiful people aren’t free of defects. We must learn to accept some of the defects of humans and accept them as humans. If you want a golden haired and light eyed girl, I can surely go for some foreigner one. “

So you will bring disgrace to our family like this?” shouted his mother.

I think you have been bringing more disgrace to our family by doing all this for the last four years. A time would come when people wouldn’t let you enter their house, since you make so many choices. And lastly, you have been visiting girls with your choice. Now you have to visit a girl’s family with my choice. I want you to visit Safina’s parents. She is the kind of girl who understands me and my problems. I am growing older and older and your unrealistic standards are hard to meet.

His mother didn’t have words to say. Rehan felt very light after so many years as if some burden was removed from his shoulders. The burden of four years was shed in a ten minutes talk only. He wished that he had had this final word four years ago.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Retouched Truth

A Piece from Collection of Short Stories…………………………

By

Sadaf Fayyaz

Razia was an ordinary looking daughter of an upper middle class couple. She wasn’t fortunate enough to have strikingly beautiful features and complexion. As she grew older, her mom became more and more worried about her marriage. Her worries were multiplied with the remarks of her friends and relatives. Razia was sick of all this highly dramatic process. The process usually started with a strange and weird call from an old lady, over the phone for long hour.

Oh My God, Not again, I will have to go through all that nonsense again.” She thought sadly.

She usually hated the kind of atmosphere over the arrival of such people. One day, a reference lady called her mom and started talking nicely about some people.

Don’t miss this rishta; the guy is an MBA and very good looking. The family is decent and father is a retired Army officer. The guy is 5-9 in height,” said the reference lady to her mom.

Her mom asked some other people about the guy, “Oh yeah, he is not 5-9, but 5-7. I have seen and met the people,” told another reference to her.

5-7 or 5-9? A difference of two inches,” Razia whispered to herself. Upon asking another close friend of the guy’s family, her mom was informed that the guy was 5-6 in height and an MA, not an MBA. Finally, the day came and Razia was decked in bright and colorful clothes. Upon their arrival, she was asked to stay inside her room. After an hour, her mom came to her room and told her sadly,

Razia, the boy is too old, short and fat. He is no 5-9 or 5-7 in height. Not even 5-2, I would say. He is no MBA, but only an ordinary B.com. They are not from any forces family, but his father is a clerk in some organization. I know that you don’t like ordinary educated, short and un-groomed boys, but kindly don’t let it come on your face. Attend them cordially and nicely. Definitely the reference women lied to me”.

Razia accompanied her mom to the drawing room. Upon her entering, she greeted the lady. The lady made a bad face and looked at her oddly.

Aren’t you too slim and too tall?” she asked her.

I am neither slim nor tall, your son is too short and fat,” Razia thought but didn’t say that verbally. The lady lost all her mood and left after some time. Upon their retiring, Razia went straight to her mom and said.

I shall be glad if you stop fooling me like this. These were typical illiterate kind people that I cannot even talk to.”

Her mom sighed sadly,

“Do you think I love inviting such people to my house again and again and present you like a cattle before them? I even hate it myself. The problem in all this set up primarily lies within the middleman (rather middle woman) rishtay wale ladies. They never disclose the true facts about both the parties. If they tell rishtay wali ladies that their son is only 5-2, little educated and ordinary looking, they won’t be able to attract them. Secondly, the rishtay wali women just throw the burden off their head. They never bother to investigate about both the parties properly. People provide wrong data to these middle people and middle people are only interested in taking money (fees) from both the parties only. They don’t even verify the things properly. I once remember a lady who came to see you and the reference lady told her your age as 22. (Being 28) I never hide your age because it is not fair. I told the lady your exact age and she never came back, since her son was two years younger than you. Upon asking the reference, she said “It doesn’t matter; it is good to hide the age.” “

Razia was quite disheartened at all this. If this cheating, lying and fooling continues like this, no one would be able to find a suitable match for their kids. The middle people re-touch the data and facts so much that the real picture really fades away. It is hard to see the original picture. And it badly hurts both the parties when the original truth comes out. We are human beings not photographs that need retouching.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Is It an Unrelenting Trauma?



My Personal Diary, Published on Amazines on 5th Oct, 2009



It is pretty intricate to find a soul mate now. Things have been a little difficult over the past two decades, but now becoming more of a societal blight. There have been so many problems associated with finding a proper match these days. Women go to different homes to find wives for their sons, keeping vague standards in mind. When asked, they just reply that they want “good looking”, and educated girls. It is a bit tricky to delineate the vague term “good-looking”, since it is different for different people.

I have been interviewing a group of un-married girls and boys, with most of them falling in their late twenties. Sadaf is a software developer who finished her masters six years ago. She was of the view that women came in search of “film stars “, not homely and domestic girls. She told me that many times people came to see her, and despite her good job, fastidious grooming, and superlative educational background, they never came or even bothered to call back. Her parents find it hard to speculate now.

Sana earned her Master in business administration from a reputed university. Unfortunately she has been unable to find a good marketing job. I found her quite an eye-catching and decorous girl of twenty five. She is much more mature than other girls of this age that I have ever met. She impressed me a lot from her dauntless conversation and fine grooming. When asked, she replied with a deep sigh, “Sadaf, you know my dad is suffering from brain cancer. It’s a very difficult task to look after a sick father and handle people who come to see me. My mother has almost taken up the charge of many things, including this one as well. We at times have to rush to the hospital and there is a series of chemotherapy and radiation sessions going on. People often expect to meet my dad, but he is hardly ever conscious. People often comment on my unemployment and leave, which my mother doesn’t like at all. She is handling her husband’s ailment too. The other thing is that women never bring their sons with them.”

Shabana is a 30-year-old victim of the same. She got married at a younger age and got divorced after a week. Her in-laws were demanding a car from her, which she wasn’t able to endow with. The meager period of a one week marriage left so her so depressed and mortified that she started avoiding social gatherings. She hated people to question and make taunts on her broken relationship. After a one year period, she applied for a job at a Murree school and shifted from Islamabad. She used to come home on weekends only. Her mother wants her to settle down. She feels awful when people come to see her and leave without saying a word. Though, her mother is straight forward enough to tell them the truth about her early marriage. “Mom has already told them that I am a divorcee, what do they come for then?” She said.

Sobia is 28-year- old Army doctor. She is the youngest kid in a family of doctors, and naturally a mama’s baby too. She belongs to a family of renowned doctors, comprising her siblings, father, brothers-in-law and one sister-in-law. She is a very quiet and introvert type of a girl. She is so quiet and calm that at times it is impossible to depict what is going on in her mind. Since it was difficult to know the details from her, I switched asking from her mother. She replied,” Sobi is our cutest and dearest child. She is at times not able to express and promote herself properly. Her elder sisters were beautiful and very confident. I experienced the same problem in their time as well. Once, a woman came to see her. She behaved positively till Sobi was in the drawing room. My elder daughter, who is happily married to a doctor, entered the room and started serving refreshments. The moment that lady looked at the elder daughter, she put down the plate and left our house, without making any remark. I am still shocked at her eccentric behavior. She found Sobi cute, but after meeting Afeera (elder sister), she made a contrast in mind, God knows better”.

Tehreem is another 31-year-old friend of mine who works in a bank. I asked her mother the same and she replied,”People have un-realistic standards and undefined demands. Tehreem is an ordinary looking girl. People come to see her, eat, drink and leave without saying anything. She usually covers her head because we are a bit conventional and customary people. Women sound relatively urbane during a telephonic talk, but behave creepily after meeting my daughter. A lady remarked on her covered head and almost no-make up face. I am not presenting brand ambassador of a company, why don’t they realize this? If I ask her to put on little make-up and meet the people, there are people who comment on that as well. What should I do?”

Nouman is a 30-year-old software developer and a second cousin of mine as well. He is an ordinary looking boy with good education and no model-type built or looks. His mom and elder sister are very ordinary looking ladies. They have been visiting a lot of families for the last two years. When I asked Nouman, he was unaware of “this” procedure. “I don’t know if mom and baji are visiting families in Islamabad. I am here in US for the last eight years. They have never told me, or shown me any pictures. It is strange”. According the sources, they have visited more than twenty families and didn’t like even a single girl.

There is no sensationalization from these stories. There is a need to think critically where we are leading. Is it a kind of social curse or set of very sky-scraping standards that is creating troubles in finding proper matches? It certainly leads to late marriages, which has its own set of shortcomings and tormenting effects. It is not something against the procedure but people need to know what exactly they want. Instead of dreaming about fairy-like faces and paranormal beauties, they ought to define their standards realistically in terms of the girl’s career, education, family background, looks, including their sons’ choice as well. We need to think about it seriously. Sadaf Fayyaz

Read the same post at Amazines:

http://www.amazines.com/article_detail.cfm/1130632?articleid=1130632&title=Arranged%2Cmarriage%2Csoul%2Cmate%2Csoftware%2Cdeveloper%2Cun-married%2Cgirls


Sunday, May 23, 2010

8 o’ Clock or 9 o’ clock

A Piece from Collection of Short Stories…………………………

By

Sadaf Fayyaz


The darkness prevailed all over the city and the night started growing darker. Aelia looked at piece of paper and started planning about her next day’s assignments and tasks. She was kind of a person who used to plan their tasks one day before. The clocks and watches had been forwarded.

I will have to alter my breakfast timings by one hour now.”

She always hated changing her timings of doing certain things. She thought naively,

Are we trying to play with the time and people? Time::that has been created by God and can never be stopped, even if we break our clocks and watches”.

Clocks are just a tool to measure it, can’t stop it.”

She was a firm believer in the importance of time and its significance too. Always being a regular person, she didn’t like this forwarding of clocks by one hour. She had heard so many economic and political justifications on this issue, but never believed them. Even after so many theories, nothing got improved.

All I know is that I will have to change my activity timings and shift to the new ones now.”

She could not understand how this saving was possible. She belonged to a nation where one hour was a negligible amount of time for people. She remembered the words of her instructor, when he was working in Japan.

One day, I asked a business person to come and visit me at 11am or 12am. The man insulted me so much: “You know the importance of one hour? We can make some much machinery in one hour. We will lose our productivity if we do not believe in the value of time.””

Her instructor got so much embarrassed that he never got late, ever in his life.

She remembered some friends of her mother who planned to visit them at 12 am, and came at 3pm. They never had a regard for time. Her mother had already planned her tasks and day activities. The late coming guests usually arrived three hours later than the assigned time, thus making their work pending and kept them waiting for hours. Upon arrival, the justification a lady would always give,

Bhabhi, CO ki begum aa gai then.” (The CO’s wife had come). It was always the case with so many guests and business clients even. They were not illiterate people, but habitual late comers. She often remembered her family marriage functions where the specified time for “Arrival of Barat” was mentioned 8 pm, food at 9 pm and departure at 10 pm. She was never shocked but rather bored to see the Barat coming at 11 p.m, food being served at 1 a.m and departure taking place at 2 a.m. The DST was fine for saving, but the kind of people she was living in, would never care about reversing or forwarding of time. There were countless examples of being late cases in her life and she never praised them.

Who cares, whether it is 8 o’clock or 9 o’clock, economically may be, but in social terms, one hour is nothing for us”.

Friday, May 21, 2010

شناخت



خالد ایک امیر ماں باپ کا بیٹا تھا-اسے بچپن سے انگریزی سکولوں میں تعلیم دلائ گئ تھی اوراس بات کا خاص خیال رکھا گیا
  تھا کہ بات چیت کے دوران اسکی زبان سے اردو کا کوئ لفظ نہ نکلنے پاءے-ایک دن خالد کو کیا سوجھی کہ گھنے جنگل کی طرف نکل گئا-راستے میں ا یک بوتل پڑی ملی-بوتل کھولی تو اس میں سے دھواں نکلا اور ایک حسین لڑکی کی صورت اختیار کر گیا-خالد اسے دیکھ کر مہبوت رہ گیا-لڑکی بولی-”میں ایک جن زادی ہوں-مجھے بوتل میں قید کر دیا گیا تھا-میں اب تم سے ہی شادی کروں گی”-یہ کہ کر وہ اسے اپنے پروں پر بٹھا کر اپنی بستی کی طرف اڑنے گی-جب وہ ستی پہنچے تو شور مچ گئا-جن زادی کے ماں باپ بےحد خوش تھے-انہوں نے بیٹی کی شادی کی شرط بھی قبول کر لی-اسکے باپ نے خالد سے پوچھا-”تم کون ہو اور کہاں سے تعلق رکھتے ہو؟” خالد ہچکچایا پھر بولا-میں پاکستانی ھوں”- ”یہ کہاں ہے اس میں کیسے لوگ رھتے ھیں-کچھ بتاؤ”-خالر سوچ میں پڑ گئا-خالد کو کچھ سمجھ نہ آیا-لڑکی کا باپ بولا-وھاں کی قومی زبان تو اردو ے پر تمھاری زبان سے تو اردو کا ایک لفظ بھی نھیں نکلا”-”پھر کچھ عماء نے پاکستان پر ریسیرچ شروع کی-یہ 1947 میں اسلام کے نام پر حاصل کیا گیا تھا-بھر خالد کو دیکھ کر بولے-’تمھارا تو پھناوا بھی انگیزوں جیسا ھے-خالد بے حد شرمندہ ھواپھر کچھ عماء نے پاکستان پر ریسیرچ شروع کی-یہ 1947 میں اسلام کے نام پر حاصل کیا گیا تھا-بھر خالد کو دیکھ کر بولے-’تمھارا تو پھناوا بھی انگیزوں جیسا ھے-خالد بے حد شرمندہ ھوا-پھر کچھ مزید ریسیرچ کے بعد ایک جن بولا-اسکا نام تو جمھورئہ پاکستان ھے-لیکن یہاں تو کسی قسم کی جمھورئت نظر نھیں آتی-
پھرجنزادی کے باپ نے پوچھا-’تم پاکستان کےکس علاقے سے تعلق رکھتے ہو؟’ خالد بولا- ’میرا تعلق فرنٹئر سے ہے-’ ایک پڑھا لکھا جن بولا-’ اس کا نام تو اب پختونخاہ رکھ دیا گئا ھے-’’ جن زادی کا باپ حیران ھوا-بولا’ کل تک تم فرنٹئر سے تھے-آج کچہ ھو گئے ھو- کل کچھ ھوجاؤ گے- کوئ شناخت ھے تمھاری؟ خالد بولا-’نہ صوبے کا نام میں نے بدلا ھے-نہ اپنے رھن سھن کا میں زمہ دار ہوں- میں دل کا برا نیں ہوں -آپ کی بیٹی کو خوش رکھنے کی کوشش کروں گا-انسان کی سب سے بڑی شناخت وہ خود ھوتا ھے- ’ بزرگ مان گئے -خالد اور جن زادی کی شادی ھو گئ اور وہ ہنسی خوشی رہنے لگے-

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

A Small Session with Arunaa

Arunaa: A Small Session with Arunaa
Interview Conducted on April 17th, 2010, Toronto, ON, Canada
By Sadaf Fayyaz

Arunaa: A Small Session with Arunaa


Arunaa was born in Chennai, India. She was brought up at Toronto, Canada where she is currently living too. She is a singer, song-writer, model and actress too. She puts deep creativity into everything that she does. Her music is influenced by western and eastern genres. Being a fusion of both the streams, Arunaa puts a rich blending and flavor to her music stream. Her experiences add depth, her zest for life adds frivolity and her talent for words makes her music memorable. She has her unique sense of creativity and art. Having a rich and colorful artistic mode, she puts a lot of bliss to everything she does. The ecstasy ranges from almost every form of art. Her melodies are quite harmonious and glitzy. Her music attracts a wide range of people and fans.

Arunaa doesn't believe in a conventional and traditional kind of approach. She highly believes in novelty and innovation and every time bringing out something new and novel to her fans. She is unique, different and awesome. She always dares to be different and that's why she stands out among others. She feels most alive when conquering her fears and is always looking for the next challenge. She is challenge facer and a strong believer in herself. She is ambitious and passionate and puts a lot of effort in everything that she does.

"You sound like Amy Wine house except happier!"
Bohemian, INDIA


Sadaf: Tell something about your education, music training

Arunaa: I've been writing songs since I was a little girl. I remember writing them since I was 7 or 8 but my first recorded song was when I was 12. The song was about our world and the planets in space, I still remember all the words!

Sadaf: Tell about your inspiration.

Arunaa: My inspiration comes from my own experiences or from stories I hear about other people or friends. A lot of my songs are about relationships but really songs that people can easily relate to. When I create a song, sometimes I'll hear a melody in my head and then the words come or sometimes I have a thought or idea and it just comes out of my mouth with a melody...it's a very interesting process...because each song comes to me a little differently.

Sadaf: Give a brief intro of the band members.

Arunaa: I am a solo artist and I usually work with a producer whose name is Ari Gajraj. I also collaborate with a lot with other artists.

Sadaf: How and when did you got interested in music?

Arunaa: I got interested in music at a very young age. My father is a singer and actor so I think I get my talent genetically!

Sadaf: What was the first instrument you learnt playing and at what age?

Arunaa: My main instrument is my voice but I do also play the flute. I played it through high school but I don't play it very often these days.

Sadaf: Who are your favorite bands and musicians?

Arunaa: I have so many favorite bands and musicians...my taste in music is very diverse. I love some rap artists and I also enjoy opera, jazz and classical.

Sadaf: Share a few lines on your album. What are your expectations from fans?

Arunaa: Miss Lonely is a song from my album. Some lyrics from the title song as follows: "I shine brightly like a diamond ring. I own the patent on this love machine. I can do just about anything but why I can't I make you love me". It's a song about unrequited love and I think most people can relate to that at some point in their lives. In this song, she is frustrated that she has so much to offer him but he is not interested but she is determined to win him over.

I have no expectations from my fans. I just hope they enjoy my music. It's a cool feeling when you create something that others can enjoy.

Sadaf: What is your music genre?

Arunaa: I would call my music genre retro-soul-pop because my music and voice has a retro feel to it. It is pop music but the vocals are soulful.

Sadaf: Have you ever played cover songs?

Arunaa: I am working on a side project which is more jazz related and yes I'm working on some cover songs for that.

Sadaf: What is your source of learning?

Arunaa: Life: Every day is a source of learning wouldn't you agree?

Sadaf: How do you define music?

Arunaa: Music is a gift to humanity that evokes in all of us so many different emotions that is unparallel by anything else. Without music, life would be unlivable.

Sadaf: Any message to your fans?

Arunaa: Thank you so much for your interest in my music. I am so flattered and touched by those who relate to my music...thank you!