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  • Gaze

    I just watched Unbroken, which echoed a lot of the fighting spirit that I hope to build more, and in some part, was stubbornly born with. So I wrote this as my parting thoughts for 2014. GAZE When you share less, they...
  • The stubborn “cinema” gene.

    “I’ve never had a family member be at a position of power and influence who I could call and ask for help.” My career has been an interesting journey, navigating through Pakistan, where “who you know” is more important than most...
  • Dissolving Identities

    The more we travel, the more we learn, themore we try and define ourselves, in my opinion, the harder it gets as we startrealizing that we are rarely exclusive to a trait, an adjective or an identity.The more we define, the...
  • Kashkol-e-muhabbat Khali Hi Sahi Hai

    Ajab si zindagi hai Jis ko qadar nahin, oos ke liye dil main yaqeen hai Par jo dil deta hai, oos ki qadar bawujood-e-koshish, nahin hai. Par duniya main ishq ka yehi khel hai Koi kashkol liye khara hai, tho koi...
  • How can you say it will be ok?

    Easy for you to say it’ll be ok. You should know that fate is not one to obey. I felt I had the world, And in a second, a wave washed it away in a whirl. Like the rise and fall...
  • Not Breaking, Growing.

    I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, But I had nothing left to say, Your touch was unsettling, But the effect was fading away. We could have kept going on, There was enough common ground, But we were each standing on either...
  • Finally, a “few” words on filming JOSH.

    So, quite a number of people have asked me what my experience filming a thriller in Karachi was like. Expecting me quite possibly to relate tales of being victimized by the violence of the city, by the male chauvinism of the patriarchal...
  • Like Crazy…not.

    The movie Like Crazy is a very sensitive take on the make up and the break up of passionate love. This is how I feel after watching it. Shitty, touched and really naked. You know those splirts of romance, lust and...
  • Witnessing a break up in a cafe this morning.

    Blonde hair, consciously chosen, low-cut, tight fitted top. Inviting bosom. Nervous glances, looking back at the counter towards the man. Slowly comes and sits right infront of me, on this faded, depressed couch. Staring into space, twiddling her thumbs. Straightening her...
  • Quarter life crisis, mid life crisis? I say marriage cri

    “Your life is over…how you know it”, said a friend. It made me crumble. Why was it that despite being with someone and loving him for so many years, once I got engaged, I freaked out? “You must be over the...