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Saturday, 2 September 2017

THIS GUY GAVE THE PERFECT REPLY TO COKE STUDIO

Ahem, Coke Studio! Where do you think you are going? Sure, your episode quality seems to be improving a bit but that's not good enough now, innit? I take precious time out every Friday to listen to all of your songs and recently, I have been quite disappointed. Let's look at Episode 4's offerings.
Naina Moray (Javed Bashir, Akbar Ali and Aamir Zaki's Solo)
This is perhaps one of the finest Coke Studio productions of all time. I would highly recommend people listening to Ustad Bade Ghulam Ali Khan singing Naina Moray, but to stick to Akbar Ali's part, he blew my mind. Javed Bashir never lets anyone down. Aamir Zaki's solo was all about feels. You will be dearly missed, Sir! This is what Coke Studio is all about. 10/10
Julie (Ali Zafar featuring Parchi/Daniyal Zafar)
Ali Zafar is like Coke Studio's John Cena. He moves the merch and is capable of great things, but he barely ever puts in the effort. This was a Rockstar rip-off. I hated it. I have no clue why they even mentioned Danny boy because he just stands there and looks pretty. The lyrics are tacky and the music is cringeworthy. AZ may have realized it mid-way. It explains why he decided to flex his biceps in the middle of a Coke Studio performance. Well done, AZ. This was beautiful garbage. Ugghh. 3/10
Jindjaani (Ali Hamza and Nirmal Roy)
Hmmm. This was pretty average. Nirmal has a beautiful voice and Ali Hamza sings well almost all the time, so I have little to complain about. At the same time, though, I have very little to excite me about this. 6/10
Lathay Di Chaadar/Whatever Farhan Bhai Sang (Farhan Saeed and QB)
I am confused. I really like Farhan Bhai's voice. He is like a reliable dude who can sing certain songs well. No denying that. QB can be super mercurial when she wants to be. She is capable of great punjabi singing (Sammi meri Waar), and then she is capable of murdering Latthay Di Chaadar. At first, I seemed to like it. On multiple listenings, I am shocked at the creative decision to use her for this song. They should have gone for someone like Fariha Parvez or Nirmal Roy. A lighter voice wouldn't have made this merry and joyous tune sound like a funeral dirge. Blegh. 5.5/10
Just look at the numbers. #BringRohailHyattBack!
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Tuesday, 22 August 2017

MAKE YOUR DAUGHTER'S A PRODUCTIVE MEMBER OF SOCIETY ! GIVE THEM SOME FREEDOM !


I’ve realized that we expect young girls to know certain things without giving them the opportunity to learn them.
They’re not trusted with a car alone but are ridiculed for not knowing how it works and what goes into fixing minor glitches.
Girls in green playing national/international sports invite all kinds of jokes/criticism/snipes but an average girl is teased for not knowing the mechanics of tennis/cricket/soccer.
They’re not trusted with their accounts/property dealings but are mocked at for not knowing the technicalities of these complicated transactions.
They are not allowed to spend more time out of the house with their friends without a Damocles sword hanging over their head to return home before it’s “too late” and yet they’re told they’re too compulsive and don’t know how to engage with people.
They’re not encouraged to participate in our ever so passionate drawing room conversations on politics and the world but they’re criticized for not knowing enough about how the world’s running. (Sit back, shut up and listen.)
If they’re not born genius, they’re soon relegated to obscurity of the “ordinary girl” (Too bad she doesn’t act like a computer at the age of 5. No use sending her to college.)
They're not a liability but they're turned into one. No second chances.
They’re hastily put into rigid binaries of “different” and “ordinary” and that’s supposed to be a compliment.
They’re not taught self-defense yet they’re called weak.
You’re just a girl. You don’t know how the world works.
Yes. Because you made me so afraid of falling down that I never had the heart to try. I “arranged whatever pieces came my way”