T20 & Random Chatter
Last night I was so disappointed to watch Pakistan’s match. It was 20 overs match and I expected it to be full of 4s and 6s. Instead, our team played as if they were playing 50 overs match. It was boring and slow and with poor run-rate Pakistan was bound to lose the game. I switched off TV when Afridi got out without adding any significant score.
I think Pakistan should have an aggressive start. Anyway, there is nothing pleasing about Pakistan sports (these days) as such.
Today, in the bookstore, while browsing the bookshelves a special number (edition) of children’s Urdu magazine Naunihal caught my eyes. I picked it up and sift through the pages. Over the years a lot has been changed, the style, format, drawings and content. Now, keeping apace with the new technology the stories do mention cell phones and computer frequently. I used to like stories from the histoy and folklores more. They still include old or historical stories.
Nostalgia is a word I hate but today after seeing that magazine I couldn’t help feeling a bit nostalgic. In 6th grade our Urdu teacher had once asked us to read that magazine because the last page of this magazine would include (still does) words from the Urdu Lughat (Lexicon) with pronunciation. I was already a regular subscriber and I believe reading such magazines helped improve my Urdu a lot.
Yesterday I got a forwarded email. It was about a young Pakistan army Captain Omerzeb, who sacrificed his life for the country. It had the story as to how he lost his life and how much his fiance misses him. I don’t know whether it was a real story or a fake one (the one about his fiance)… but the fact is that we’ve lost so many security personnel during this operation cum war. I hope their sacrifices would be fruitful. His photo could be checked here : Capt. Omarzeb
Update: Though a little late it is but our relatives are safely back to their home. After leaving our home, they went to Rawalpindi and spent about a week over there. Then they left for Lower Dir (when curfew was lifted for a few hours) and stayed at a place called Thana with their other relatives and finally they managed to reach home safe and sound. They still hear loud booming sound of mortars (or whatever) but in distance.
Since a few days I am reading about the green ribbon. It’s a symbolic ribbon to show your support for the Pakistan military. We indeed support our armed forces.