Thursday, December 13, 2012

Return of the Bear


The Bear has decided to return to blogging after months of 'hibernation'.

Reality: I've been caught up in my work for a very long time, been really busy, and awfully indolent when not doing anything important. However, I have now decided to change things a little and find some time do other things as well.

For a change on my blog, I've decided to do theme-writing. For those who do not know what it means - I shall write on a particular theme, like 'this-is-what-I-do-everyday', every few days or maybe everyday. This idea has been taken from the movie 'Julie and Julia', in which the main character, Julie Powell, tries 524 recipes in 365 days from Julia Child's 'Mastering the Art of French Cooking', then she would blog about it at the end of the day. This is a true story, by the way.

Now, I won't be writing about my monotonous routine or culinary skills. I've chosen something that I find really interesting and I've wanted to do for the longest time ever. I'll go out everyday and meet some stranger, could be a beggar. I'll have a talk with them, general stuff; about them, their life, reasons for whatever it is that they do and I'll ask them if they have something to say to us. My plan is to write about 250 people by December 31st, 2013. I will start this theme-writing on January 1st, 2013. 

Considering the fact that my life is not at all perfect and that I'm fully occupied on many days, I've kept the target at 250 'GUESTS'.

These are the rules that I've set:
1. No Names
2. No Age
3. I will travel out of my city and find at least 20 people to write about.

Also, I might write about other things that will be happening around me or if something comes to mind.

Always open to suggestions. So, go ahead!

Russian Bear.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

When boredom strikes

Last week I was sitting on my couch, watching TV, when I received a message from a friend asking me to go with him somewhere. I told him I cannot come because no one's home, I'm alone and I don't have the keys.  The words "I'm alone and cannot do anything about this" opened some blocked nerve and I grabbed pen and paper to write this down, it took me a few minutes to write this:

I am alone here, lost. It is dark, I am precipitating, it is winter, my hands are numb. Faint incoherent sounds, an owl hoots. I can sense life here, someone cries in pain. Visions of the tragic massacre, slaughter of helpless people in this very forest, heads and bodies scattered around, a sea of blood. To this day the trees bear the mark of that evil; the stench of death remains, painful cries can be heard. Deep in the shadows I see a vague silhouette of a large man. For years they have been baffled by the story, wondering who could kill so many people, who could be so merciless. Little do they know of the evil that is yet to come, I can see it. The apparition moves forward. It has strong legs for its steps sound like battle drums; I know I cannot outrun it. I am trying hard to recall my prayers; I was never a devout believer, emptiness. My chest is heavy; it feels as if someone is pounding me with hammers. I wish someone wakes me up, a twig falls on my head, this is not a nightmare. I can see some light in the distance, maybe I'll find help there but what if this prodigy catches me first?

(found this in RB's drafts, I don't know whether it's complete or not. However, I thought I'd publish it for him anyway. - Furree)

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Conscience in chaos

04 46 am, morning of February 16th 2012, I begin writing this 'post' in a sheer dark room, the only source of light - my laptop. It is another sleepless night, one of many I've had in the past two years. I haven't slept much in the past five days, only enough to keep myself alive. I do, however, travel into this limbo where I'm at peace with my thoughts. I find myself unable to answer phone calls, I'm deaf to any noise in my house, I'm blind to any movement in my room, I'm lost. When my girlfriend asks me where I was, I simply tell her I fell asleep. It is a lie, I know. It is an honest lie, I believe she will understand. I'll probably receive a call the moment she reads this. This state of oblivion that I'm in is actually part sleep, I'm at rest. Pulled away from this chaotic world, encumbrance of life. I'm in a place that is second to perfect. It is my creation, I'm able to do whatever I want to and I choose to be free. The only place that is perfect, for me, is in the arms of the girl I love. That is one place where I'm away from the world, the responsibilities of life, I'm away from all those deceitful people.

I do realize that most of the people reading this will be thinking, 'he is running away from his life, what an idiot. That is impossible!'

Guess I am running right now. I'm running away from all those stressful memories, responsibilities, people, the whole damned world. I'm running as fast as I can and as far as possible from all those bubbles we have created around us, the life that others want me to live, the path others want to pave for me. I'm trying to run towards what I want, and I only want to be me, I want to be my voice, my dreams.

My father tells me that I should have studied natural sciences and be working towards becoming an engineer, so I can take over the family business. Was it my fault that I preferred social sciences over natural? That I wanted to understand my society, my place in it and most importantly myself?

My friends complain that I don't give them as much time as I used to. They tell me I've changed, that I'm mostly home and do not like doing all those things I used to do all the time. I simply tell them that I've learnt to be better than my past. I've struggled to be a better person.

My mother tells me to go out and spend some time with my friends and I tell her I don't want to because I won't be able to enjoy, so there's no point. She argues back saying that I loved eating at all those restaurants by the coast, that I had good time hanging around in parks and sort of places. Sometimes I don't have an answer to this because she is right, I enjoyed all of that and still do, it is just I lack the will and motivation to do it now.

I am 20 years, 3 months and 4 days old. I've lived my life without any regrets. I've done a lot more than most people my age, in terms of living life. Eating at expensive restaurants, going to wild parties, staying out all night and sometimes for days, smoking cigarettes and cigars, riding and racing in some of the best cars in the city, boating and cruising. I've done all of this but then things started changing two years back when the floods came and my school asked for volunteers to go on a relief trip. I consented. That was my first actual experience of life. Out there, without my parents' permission, in those relief camps, walking amongst all those  flood victims. That is when it struck to me that I've wasted almost 18 years.

I have always been a bright student at school. Took part in a bunch of co-curricular activities. Won school elections in the final year of my O' level and became head boy. Received a special 'Best Student' award - which meant that I was the best they had in the four years of that school's life. So, popular in school, girls around me, lots of 'friends' and friends, proud parents. Happy little bubble. Burst by those kids in that camp, pleading us for more bags of food and water. Following this trip, I took 12 more. I had sleepless nights. I had stressed out days.

Soon after this, I waged this epic battle against myself. I worked more and harder for my society and tried to achieve as much as I could. Of course, this was to raise serious concerns from my family as they wanted me to focus on my studies and indulge myself in more 'worthwhile' activities. This was answered by doing both, only that I chose not to disclose what I'm doing other than in school.

Sometimes I ask myself  if I did wrong by hiding things from my parents and the only rational answer is that I was right. I did what I wanted to do, things that make me feel better about myself, things that needed to be done. We come across many such moments in life where we have to make a decision, I just learnt to go with my heart. I learnt that life will throw many opportunities at us to change, be a better person. We just need to know when to grasp it and then how to follow the trail that we have to pave ourselves.

On April 26th 2011, the most beautiful thing happened to me. I guess it was the only time when I didn't have to decide, I didn't have to choose, I just knew it. I fell in love with the most beautiful girl. And when I say beautiful, I do not mean by appearance only, but also the person she is. We've planned our whole life ahead. And I know that come whatever may, she is the one for me. However, since people like to speak and when doing so they don't want to see others happy or be content with what they have or what they choose, my relatives said they have problems with our relationship because we have some religious differences. Well, as I am a person of what I like to call 'objective' beliefs, I simply told them off saying that it is my life and I will choose who I want to spend it with. I don't know if they understand it, I really do not care. Fareeha, I love you and I've been in love with you ever since I first saw you. I want to spend my whole life with you. You are my first love, you are my only love, you are the love of my life.
- Also, I do not care what people might think of us.

That is one more thing. I've stopped caring about people's opinion of me. It doesn't matter. I care only about a very small fraction of all the people I know, and I care about the opinion of an even smaller fraction of that very small fraction. But well, that's just me.

Here's a picture of me, I don't know why I'm attaching it though.

In case anyone's wondering, I love that black shirt and I have 31 exactly same white t-shirts. I always dress up like this - a t-shirt and an unbuttoned shirt on top.

I'll go offer namaz and make my breakfast after that. Have a good day. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Gone Away...

Missed me? I have been really really really (x 1000) busy over the past few weeks. With my crazy university timings, and this public speaking competition, Speak Up! 2011, at hand, that I told you all about, I have absolutely no time to do anything else.
University is good. There are only few other students, so I get to speak and argue on critical and debatable issues a lot more. People are nice. I've made some more friends. Since I'm doing University of London's (UoL) international programme from one of their registered institutions here in Pakistan, it is really economical and I actually enjoy studying. The institution is the same place where I completed my A' level from, so I know the place and it's people really well, and I'm the only 'old' student here, so I have to do all the teachers' work around the place. I'm doing my bachelors in Development and Economics now, I switched from International Development. This new programme is more competitive and I like my units more.
Speak Up! 2011 starts this Thursday. As I've told you all before in my last post that I'm heading the four socials of this gathering, it takes a great deal of my time and energy. This is what we're doing now:
1. Wild Wild West - dance floor, open mic performances. We'll have wanted posters up every where and our bounty hunters will be making rounds and people have to pay to have their friends arrested, who will be contained in our artificial jail and have to pay triple the amount for their release. They can get 'get out of jail' free  cards by consecutively throwing three horse shoes on a bamboo stick from a distance of 14 feet. Food will be served
2. Beach Party - dance floor, volleyball nets, limbos, bonfire, barbecue
3. Hyde Fart (Talent Show) - opens with two bands' performance, followed by different kind of performances by the participants, and a game-activity-improvisational drama session by an acting company
4. Halloween Party - dance floor, and all the Halloween related things you can imagine.
My job is to lead the socials' team and design, plan, organise, and manage these events, alongside my team.
Much much thanks to Furree Katt for designing the most amazing and wonderful WANTED posters for the first event. I'll upload the pictures for it soon and everyone must see how awesome she is. Her work looks totally professional. It was jaw-drops-to-the-floor kind of work. It is THAT AMAZING. 
It is 4 52 am, and now I'm sleepy. I shall go to bed now. 

Take Care
Russian Bear (that rhymes, haha)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

What's up?


Hope you all are doing really really well! I am not. I have been coughing and sneezing like a mad cow.

The past week was busy busy busy with meetings almost everyday. We are trying to collect donations for the flood affected areas of Pakistan and it is a pain to get schools and organizations on board for this project. Volunteers are a bigger pain. They want the certificate but they won't work. What I'm trying to work on is collaboration between various schools and organizations to collect, pack and distribute the donations that are coming in. I succeeded in establishing safe channels for distribution but collection is the main issue, hopefully that will be sorted out this weekend as I'm expecting some response. 

Since I'm also working on the socials for Speak Up! 2011, meetings are being held for that as well. I have to organize four social events which will take place every night after hours of debating for four days.
The first social is a Pakistani traditional Sindhi Kacheyri (people sit around a fire, play games, talk, eat, listen to classical music) setting. It won't be as boring as it sounds. We have called in a band to perform live classical/Sufi music for us, alongside the games we are still working on. 
The second social is a beach party. Dance floor. Loud music. Lights and lasers. Barbecue. Beach games. Go crazy.
The third social is called 'Hyde Fart'. We have called in an acting company for a comedy improvisational play.
The fourth social is a Masquerade - Grand Ball.
Pitch in your ideas please...

Other than this, my university's orientation is tomorrow and it starts on Monday, September 26th. I'm studying B Sc. International Development. It is a three year long programme, hopefully I'll do good in it and get a good job after that. Also, I need your prayers for something. I'm trying to get something for a very long time and I just can't find it appropriate enough for me.  Pray for me. Pray for my health too, while you're at it.


Sunday, September 18, 2011

And so it happened...

So one bright sunny morning evening we, the Karachi bloggers, only a handful of us, finally met.

The bloggers who showed up, PROPERLY, are:

Furree Katt
Hamza bin Ladin
Ateeq Mughal
Blogger who came late:

Asif Iqbal

Bloggers who showed up biting their nails for ten minutes:

Furby esvee

We met at Dunkin' Donuts and then went to a mall. First we just walked around, looking at different shops. Taking pictures. Going crazy. After that we went to a restaurant in that mall and sat there and talked and talked. Then, we went to a book store and stayed there until they told us to shut up. It was loads of fun, thank you all for coming. Moonie, a huge thanks to you for taking loads of pictures. 

Here are some of them

Ateeq Mughal (left), Hamza bin Ladin (Right)

Ateeq Mughal and his long lost twin brother.

From left: Ateeq Mughal, Hamza bin Ladin, Furree Katt, me, Asif Iqbal

Furree Katt and Moonie showing fright

Hamza bin Ladin and Asif Iqbal

You can't make a bubble face

This man is capable of staying like this for two hours

Bubble Face Productions - Moonie, me and Furree Katt

whatcha looking at?

Me and love of my life 
(picture courtesy: Moonie)

I hope to see more bloggers next time and we'll have even more fun.

Russian Bear

Friday, September 9, 2011

Guten Tag!

Last weekend, Saturday night, I received a call from a friend's mother asking me to take her and my friend, Mashhad, to his orientation next day at his new school for A' level. I agreed and so I went there as his cousin. It was fine, fun. I met some acquaintances. My AS level Psychology teacher is there now, so I met her too and together we said a great deal of bad stuff about the Titans and the Sharks. (Those who know what I mean by Titans and Sharks will either smile as I'm smiling right now or become uber upset at me). 
The same night my friends' band, Quasars, were performing at another friend's place. They were supposed to sing eight songs and they end up singing FIFTEEN songs because the uncles and aunties missed the first few songs.

Anyway... I haven't been doing much in the past few days other than NUDGING ALL THESE KARACHI BLOGGERS FOR THE MEET UP AND GETTING A POOR RESPONSE!

The meet-up is on Saturday, September 10th. If any of you is in Karachi and is interested in coming, e-mail me at

And may this fall upon those who back out on the last moment

And if you cannot make it for some reason, fill this and post it on your blog


I haven't been posting in a while and I really don't have much to say, so I'll just leave you with this random crap awesomeness

You must click on this!

Courtesy: Firebolt1 (Stumbleupon)

Some advice  for all the sad (emo) people out there

More crap awesomeness

It is funny when things like this happen in real life. It is one of those moments when you either want to point and laugh at the idiot, punch them in the face or simply walk away.
Furree Katt, someday I shall build something like this for you
And off I go now ... 

p.s. a video log is coming up soon!