Monday, January 29, 2007

Fuck this...



Every person is born Indifferent, without sin, without freedom, without anything that they'll eventually learn by the time they take charge of their lives. How? what drives a person to take the actions he or she does in the process of life. What compels them to become the person they eventually grow up to be. What forces them throughout their lives, in their thoughts, within their instincts, to make the decisions they take possible. What & who justifies these decisions?

crazy lil thought i got going there dont I, yeh well, its a crazy lil world we live in.

Peace.

Foo.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

"The Karachi Periodical"

So far my stay in khi has been too eventful, I guess the ‘official trip’ explains most of the tiring part. I did meet some of my good friends and for that reason even got to speak some of the rest. The shoots have been taking up most of my time, heh heh, I make it sound as if I’m a top notch celebrity. Well it seems every media person in khi ought to know this by now that nothing ever happens according to time, everyone’s always running late by almost 2 hours or sometimes more, though ive gotten use to that by now, so I take my own sweet time preparing for the rest of the day.
Last night I was sitting at boat basin, somewhat known as a hub for food joints, went to a place called Baithak. While sitting on wooden “Takht”, I could smell the smoke that an old man was blowing onto a parked car; apparently he was tryin to ward off bad spirits and omen. After 20 minutes, I could hear a clicking-clacking noise which came from 2 small bottles of oil that were tapping against each other, The guy carrying them was apparently is a masseuse. For a mere 100 rupees, the guy would give you one of the best leg massages ever, or so I’ve heard.

Anyhow, after baithak, me and Baig, drove off into the streets of khi, quietly listening to the silence of solitude, yup sometimes we just drive around for hours without uttering a word, boring you say, not when you’re in a new place, that’s what Karachi is for me. A home away from home. The next day we went off to a place called “Soraabghoat”, apparently there’s a huge Cattle Market there or should I say “Bakra-mandi” where we had to shoot an episode. Lets just say it wasn’t the best of venues and the smell there was literally to die with. Though being with the rest of the Vj’s was fun, it was one of the first times the team was together. Khair, later in the night I went to the Site office (The Musik), and I Saw the most freaky-est thing on the way, A Jeep which was submerged half way in the middle of the street, submerged!!!!....in what you ask, a ditch which was conveniently left un-filled with concrete but water instead, I guess the driver couldn’t make out what he was gonna drive over…or into. so you see, life can throw you the most unexpected things from time to time. (still cant get the ditch thing outta my head).

The following day, the whole team went to the beach, “sanspit”. That was another great experience, at first I was like, its gonna be another boring shoot, but I met up with the sahil boys there, we got along really well, don’t know if it was the music, the jokes or just the companionship but we gelled well and made it through the whole night. The shoot which was supposed to start at 6:30Pm started at 12AM and ended around 4:30AM, making me reach home at around 5AM.

23rd Dec 2006
The day after that we went for an meeting with Saima, a stylist who would be giving all the Vjs a new look for new years, Now if anyone out there knows me well enough they oughta know this about me that im very very very very picky about anyone who claims to give me a good haircut. So I simply told Saima what exactly I wanted and stuck by that saying nothing funky entended. In the following two days all the vjs had their new looks, or so they say. I was the only guy who got away with a sane duo and Alizay, another sweet vj got something she was satisfied with. As for the rest, orange-head, blonde, Red head, short crazy haired, Tina turner were some of the words used to describe em. Poor souls.



24th Dec 2006
The next day, there wasn’t any shoot for the team, but Aliza called me in to make an appearance on her show called “freshly-baked”, which was during lunch hours. After the shoot me and her went off to enjoy some kick-ass hunter beef burgers, and we really bonded as friends. Felt great. The rest of the day I went back to the guest house and slept till baig came over and then we went to meet some friends.

25th Dec 2006 – MERRY CHRISTMAS
After all the new look funda was over, we head off to deja-vu a day later, a restaurant where we were shooting 3 day episodes of the Eid lounge, which was pretty boring, I was lucky to have the Call boys sitting with me on my segment, the other celebs were just an average bunch who’re probably really popular amongst there own following. Apparently this is the last video shoot for which I was flown to khi for, so finally Im free now. Though there is one photo-shoot left which covers our new look and then I’m done.
The evening I hung out with a fellow vj, and chilled with the band Call for dinner and bowling. The night came to an end with me pooped.

Dec 26th 2006
So since today we had no shoot, I decided to take two friends to lunch, which meant a lot to me. Though being the guest it felt odd being the one giving the treat and pickin n dropping. But somewhere, somehow…it was worth it.

Jan 1st 2007
Happy new year to one and all. Ok so sometimes things get a lil crazier than you’d expect. I’ve moved in with mom and dad, had a great new year and made some more amazing friends. New years was pretty good. A dinner followed by a party at the beach, though I wasn’t into the whole party scene so at my pleasure there was a bonfire by the beach which made everything pretty perfect. Since I’m going back in another 2-3 days, Im gonna stop the blogs and probably get back to it once im back home. Oh yeh before I leave, just wanna confess that the 26th lunch wasn’t worth it after all, I guess some things are too good to be true.

Peace.

Friday, January 19, 2007

The selling of the soul



Greetings,

Where do I begin and when do I stop...guess its gonna be a pretty long ride, thats my life Im commenting about. It seems that we all get to learn somethin new everyday,everyminute of our life...I strongly believe in that. Why? because thats what life is all about. We hate scams, we hate deception and little do we all know that its all a part of a learning process, What one might call hypocrisy another would term change, development or in the words of a musician, the selling of the soul. Thats what I learnt today.

The day started of like any other friday morning, got up "after" prayers, had a small bowl of fruit salad for lunch, lazed around all afternoon watching U-tube,films and music videos. Get a call early evening from a childhood freind from school whom I havent hung with for years, picks me up and head of to another freind from the past. Felt like school all over again, only this time we all had drivers licenses and fast cars. So to make is even more nostalgic we decided to go fishing, yeh of all the things, fishing was the final verdict and I must admit, it was fun talking about all the pranks and corny crap that we'd do back in school all the way to college and then how we all "grew" into practical life. Spoke about teachers, gangs, studies, girlfriends....damn, it felt fucking good. Here I was, standing under the bridge with two buddies whom Ive grown up with, had fights with, had great memories with, Im glad after all these years some kind of secret bond was maintained. Cheers to that. After fishing, we decided to go for a long drive outta the city, where we could get away from civilization, drove all the way across two states to this resort where we had some drinks and dry fruits...Wicked. The whole way there and back was nothing but good ol' memories making us laugh back at time, never thought those times as a kid would pay off so much into the future, how we've all changed, how we've all got priorities and resposibilities. Got home at 4:30 in the morning only to discover some more freind waiting at my place. So after an adieu to my school bumchums, I hung out with some musician pals from Karachi who were in town for a gig or two. Thats where it all began. The beauty of being a Video Jockey and a musician is that you get to learn alot more about your industry compared to other hosts simply because you relate to a musician as a musician and not a tv presenter. They trust you, they confide in you and they treat you like one of their own. Its moments like these that make me proud of my work and what I've become. If it werent for my music skills, I would be just another crappy ghostwriter like the rest of the music critics,vj's and music columnists who dont know jack-shit about music and use their idiotic worthless remarks to gain attention.losers. Anyway, sitting with these two musicians enlightened my in terms of what the people of our country expect, how they want music to be, what they want to sing along and what they want to feel when they here a song...yes, its truly fascinating how the system works. Lets face the fact that our entire media industry is currupt and is probably gonna be that way either forever or for a very very long time..theres nothing the musicians can do about it..its easy to blame their music and their lyrics, but who the fuck are the people to pass these judgements? are we talking about all 169,270,617 people living in Pakistan, no, were just blaming those illeterate ones who're almost 3/4 of that. Harsh thing to say isnt it, but hey making music aint easy, I learnt I gotta sell my soul for all those "abdul aziz's" and "tabassums" just so that they can sing happy songs all their lives, Why again? becuase they've probably got enough shit going on in their own lives that listening to happy songs is the only highlight of their day....damn, its practically one huge circle of corrupted crap-shit. And its because of this circle that music would eventually be a sell out 'funda' for most Paki musicians...dont even get me started on other industries...I always thought why doesnt the govt. do something to make life better for musicians...the answer I got was.."why musicians?its not like everyone else is safe & sound, everyones got issues, everyone is getting screwed, even the guy who sits in a dark alley waiting to mug you"...my country...is this what I have to be proud of..is this the identity I carry all my life..is this what I should get patriotic about...
Ladies and gentlemen...with all due respect, music for me is a universal language, speak it and you shall see more that what meets the vision of your eye. Relate to it and you shall learn more that what you ever did in your years of school and college.
Believe me...

Peace,
Faraz Khan.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

The winds of change are here...

Greetings,

Its been almost a month...I was on the road...I was in Karachi...

Where do I begin, a new year greeting, a belated christmas wish or perhaps an eid gesture....nah, all over and done with.
I still need to post what I was writing in Karachi, I didnt have the internet connection, so instead I saved the matter for later posting, so you'll probably see that soon....I guess I'll call it "The Karachi Periodical".

Till next time,

Faraz Khan ....