Sonya Syed

Finally the wait is over and today we are going to watch the sequel of Tanhaiyaan ( Solitaries), a famous TV play of mid-eighty’s. I have very loving memories of this drama and each character is still engraved in the mind. From the beautiful Shahnaz Sheikh, Marina Khan, to amazing (Qabacha) Behroze Subzwari, Durdana Butt, Asif Raza Mir, Yasmin Ismail, and many other greats. Nothing could beat the splendour which Tanhaiyaan had created in the hearts and mind of its audience. It was simply a brilliant TV play directed by the exceptional late Shehzad Khalil and story written by our veteran writer Ms. Haseena Moin. Haseena Moin is well-known for her romantic comedies although she has written several plays on variety of topics. I don’t know whether she is writing the sequel or they have opted for someone else. Whoever would be writing the sequel has to live up to very high expectations because what we had seen earlier was epic performances with splendid direction, beautiful dia...

For few I have been struggling to write something worthwhile but couldn’t put it all together and then suddenly I got it. So let’s begin shall we. First I need to express my despair for all the clashes which are taking place in Karachi and everywhere else in the country. One after another there is some disturbing news; I recently saw burnt theaters/ cinemas in the city’s downtown area and my heart ached for all the people who have lost livelihoods in this and many other similar mob attacks.     There are strong reasons for us to feel intensely about some issues but I couldn’t understand why does it have to destroy everyone and everything that comes in its way? Why are we unable to focus the fire within us in the right direction? A person who picks up a gun can be trained to become either a soldier or a terrorist.     But in hope and many prayers we must live. I just saw this image on facebook and couldn’t resist sharing it with you. The Secr...

Finally doing what I am supposed to do. Yes whenever I am away from blog its pains me, I miss it badly just want to be here and say something, anything. But then pressing demands of household matters also require my full attention, by the time I am free the strength to concentrate vanishes. So I believe its better to write when I truly want to say something. Today I went to the first art exhibition of my life. Since few months I am doing many things that I have never dreamt of. I have started to teach Business law and just completed my first semester as a teacher. Back to exhibition, Adeela Suleman is the artist whose exhibition I attended. The lady has done most of her work with steel and iron and I must say it was quite detailed and clearly showed her hard work. She has molded every bit iron/ steel that you see and then gave all the shapes and forms, might have taken years to complete all these creations.  The basic themes she selected for her work’s background a...

5 th October is a day when I celebrate my birth day. However this year it has been different or may be I made it different. On the night of 4 th October my life so far ran in front of my eyes; my success, my failures. I was reminded of many birthdays and several other occasions and for some peculiar reason I felt a very strong pull from within to seek atonement, to ask for forgiveness.    I thought I haven’t committed any major sins as outlined by my religion; a harsh word here or there, little gossip but nothing more than that so why am I asking for deep forgiveness. I thought may be my time is up and before going I am given a chance to seek atonement. It felt quite strange. However, with all the strangeness I continued for atonement/ forgiveness. While doing this strange activity gradually it changed from seeking forgiveness to becoming intensely aware of all my blessings. I wasn’t actually asking forgiveness to repent my sins but I was feeling sorry at mys...

Life is no easy game to play, although at times we believe to be equipped with the best of tools and strategy yet on occasions we feel defeated. Though I only like to talk about hope and positivity but once or twice its fine to speak about not-so-happy things, I guess it lessens the burden somehow. I am blessed with great friends and wonderful family who have been there for me whenever I needed them. However with time all of us get hugely busy in our lives, especially if somebody is married and have children. I know that I cannot have my friends with me 24/7 but then at times there feels a great need to speak with somebody. After a long time once again I am going through my lonely phase or more to say anxiety-cum-lonely phase. Over-sensitivity to certain situations provoke my condition. Situations that people handle bravely put me in somewhat anxious mode simply because I don’t want to deal with any confronting or uncomfortable scenarios. I want life to run smooth...

Many, many apologies for responding late, and so sorry to Star for delayed publishing of your comment. For some reason I was unable to open the blog site for two days. There is a lot to say but when I am finally sitting to write my mind is running over 100 different subjects. My job is to make sense of many things and try to make it presentable to you. Days are becoming shorter by the hour, and I have a new phone to add to my already chaotic mind. For the first time in my life I have become a bit of tech savvy and bought myself a smartphone. I know to many of you its not a big deal but for somebody like me who is intimidated by technology it’s a really big step. It’s a touch phone and I am struggling to learn its many functions. At the moment I am happy with making and receiving calls, I am not ready to handle that extra small keypad used for text messages. There is a list of missed calls & unanswered messages because strangely enough these smartphones have ...

Thank God the blog is accessible once again. Really it felt as if I couldn’t breathe. Even though I don’t write every day yet the very thought of loosing my posts almost took my breath away, literally.    Today I am writing very first post with my eye-glasses, it feels kinda funny. I like my new glasses and thankful that they fit properly but they are a strange creature. It’s like finding your first-love, initially there are hesitations but then closeness evolves. First there was a long search to find the right frame, most of the specs looked great but they fitted badly. Some shopkeepers were reserved, gave minimum opinions but some of them started to admire every glass which I wore. ‘This suits you the most’, ‘that is the perfect frame’; I appreciate their good salesmanship but few decisions are made without any sweet-talk.    Then came the lenses stage which is the most crucial one. Eye numbers are minimal but we had to focus on the light ...