1. Get a mango from the fridge
2. Peel the skin with a knife…
3. Eat with a fork
1. Get 3 mangos from the fridge
2. Take a large towel
3. Gently press a mango with your thumb from all sides, as if you are giving it a Swiss massage
4. Keep pressing until it feels like a balloon filled with water
5. Now pull out the top of the skin
6. Drink the juice directly into your mouth
7. Now peel the skin with your bare hands
8. Eat the leftover of insides like a maniac
9. Repeat steps 3 to 8 with mango number 2
10. Repeat steps 3 to 8 with mango number 3
11. Get 3 more mangos from the fridge
12. Repeat till there are no more mangos
How to eat mangos in July:
Same as in June
1. Find a large bath tub
2. Fill it with water
3. Now fill it with ice
4. Now fill it with mangos
5. Now sit in the tub
6. Now pass a mental resolution that every mango around you shall be eaten. Take a day off from work if needed
Note: The Pakistani style requires a certain expertise passed on from generation to generation, and can only be executed on certain type of mangos. Don’t try it without consulting an expert (such as a Pakistani around you)
Note 2: If you consult a Pakistani on the above, he/she will have a legal right to take half of your mangos.
Note 3: Don’t forget the towel
In a swift span
Amidst the brewing breeze
And the staggering sun
A cursory curiosity
Like a catalyst
Yet surprisingly similar to nothing
Like a freshly baked bread
Over a fading frost
With shades leaving the shelves
And a lingering light
And straying strings
As the world fades away
Forgetting the frivolities
Spurring slogs to the slums
Before I wake up
Before I am alive
A cursory curiosity
Screams… the silence
In a swift span
To say that technology has changed our lives would be an understatement. But today I was thinking about just one aspect of it, i.e. the need to memorize a large number of passwords and pin codes.
When I was in school, even in university, the concept of passwords was fairly novel to me. At max, I had to memorize 2 or maybe 3 passwords, mainly to operate my email or to log on to university computer system. Today, the number of passwords, codes, and pins that I have to remember to open, operate or even look at things is mind-boggling. Here’s a short list of such things:
Office email password
Office user ID password
Personal email password – Yahoo Mail (yep I am old school)
Personal laptop password
Credit Card pin (thankfully I have only 1 credit card)
My wife’s credit card pin (don’t know why I remember it
Skype password (I hardly use it, and tend to forget it often)
Mobile phone password
Internet banking password
DEWA password (electricity and water online billing)
Home wifi password
Road tax billing (Salik) Pin
Phone banking pin
There are more, but let’s not go into everything here
And here’s the interesting part. All of these passwords / PINs are different. I do not use one password for two things. And all of these are (except for pins) around 12 characters long, using alpha-numeric combinations. And as any cyber security person would advise you, I do not write these passwords down anywhere.
This got me thinking. What if for some reason (God forbid), I suddenly lose memory of all these passwords. Just the passwords, nothing else. It may deeply impact my ability to function as a human being . This is true for a lot of people like me. Our world today is connected with a string of virtual, somewhat secure, but strangely effervescent bits, all in an invisible web.
This is not to say that technology has made our lives complex. Quite the opposite really. With all these passwords and pins, I am able to save a lot of time and hardship that people in 90s could hardly imagine. All that I have to do is to remember all these alphanumeric figures that open the portals I need to get things done. Like mysterious words such as “khul ja sim sim”; and the job gets done.
Thankfully, some things in life have not changed. And may never change. The ability to enjoy the “real” things in life, still does not require us to memorize a bunch of codes. I don’t need a password to be able to kiss my daughter. To have a nice cup of tea with my wife in a chilled winter evening, does not require a pin code. A stroll in the park, a dash in the jogging track, an intriguing movie at night, looking at a masterpiece of art, reading a good book, and various other such demeanors of life, do not require any secret code, or log-in credentials.
So maybe life hasn’t changed that much. It has only transformed in those aspects where the human race continues to be in a transition mode. Fading of one technology making room for the other, which would surely fade away soon to make room for yet another. But the most natural, the real avenues of life, our core tasks, remain unchanged.
The nature itself, remains as natural as it was thousands of year ago. Uninterrupted by any new way of life, unmoved by any new need to secure, save, open or operate the virtual domains. And thank God for that.
I saw a mad man walking on the road
with tattered cloths, and an aggressive mode
uncombed hair, rather uncouth beard
glow in the eyes, but it all looked weird
certainly not a charming man to see
but maybe he thought the same of me
as he stopped and stared in my eyes
it dawned on me he was quite wise
he asked a question in a soft tone
then walked to a crowd, all alone
i pondered a bit, but couldn’t reply
whatever i could say, would be a lie
he had asked me to judge who is better
a man of soul, or the world of matter
for he is happy while the world, unsatisfied
he is just mad, but the world may have died
he sleeps well and long, putting worries aside
the world just longs for angst and apartheid
he left with a sly, artful smile on his face
pure, honest and sincere was his case
he seemed to have gone on a distant stride
but gave me a bit to reflect, or maybe abide
And so it begins
Another new year
Amidst songs, smiles and a heartfelt tear
Welcoming, stylish displays, far and near
But what really is new?
I would like to hear
The same old aspirations, the same old fear
Older still, the draconian cheer
The optimistic resolves, the pessimistic smear
Taking rounds and rounds, with little to steer
Nothing too vague
None too clear
So what really is new? I would like to hear
Distancing waves or surrounding sneer
Never ending circles
No wear no tear
Like growing old, but little to tell
And nothing to jeer
An absolute stillness, the feeling sheer
So what really is new?
I would like to hear
Days and nights, lingering lights
Walking in sideways, no excuse, no swear
All too fine, but none too dear
Raving endlessly, with a useless veer
So what really is new?
I would like to hear
A week ago, I decided to read one of those numerous emails that I keep receiving from the infamous banker in Nigeria. Almost everyone is aware of these emails, and I guess the first one I received was around 15 years ago.
The context is quite simple. There is a sum of $26m lying in an account in Nigeria, which our banker friend (angel that he is) desperately wants to transfer to “your” account. No, it’s not even illegal. The money belongs to a friend of that friend, who died (conveniently) in mysterious circumstances, and if that’s any worth, didn’t leave any trace of his dependents contact details. The banker, in his ultimate wisdom, waited for a few months for any heir to show up, before deciding to take things in his own hands. How he found “you” is no one’s business. What’s important is that in a very legal transaction, he will transfer the entire money to your account, then will come over to your country, kill you if he can, or as he puts it, just take a 14.5% cut. Why 14.5%, and not 15%, he never explains. Of course the banker will never come to your country to begin with. All he needs is your name, profile, account details and assessment of how stupid you are.
In 1997 when I probably saw such email for the first time, I knew instantly what a devious scam this is. Of course at that time some people who had just started using internet may have fallen for such things. 15 years later, what I wonder is that maybe some people are still falling for such things in today’s world. If it wasn’t so, such emails would have faded away a long time ago. The supply only exists if there’s a demand.
Social media, like anything else, can be dangerous in the hands of immature. Due to its inherent nature however, we cannot make laws on who gets to use internet or be on social media.
The nature of spams has evolved with the evolution of social media. We all know that facebook is a gold mine for someone interested in collecting profiles (name, address, email, even some personal data) of thousands of people. Just create a banner with a highly unimaginative quote, such as “Life is not xyz, it is a combination of abc and d, e, f, so drop g, h & I, focus on j, k & l, while forgiving m, n and o, and forgetting p, q, r, to do s, t, u & v, not to forget w”. Of course, the banner ends with the instruction, “SHARE it with everyone you know, and you know, we will try to get to them as well, if they share it with every one they know”.
My favourite one is that Chinese feng shui, which happens only once in 857 years (although it did happen 12 times in last 4 years). If you don’t forward that to people you know, then only they know what people you know will think about it.
Now I am not saying that all such quotes or shares are of spam nature. Some are, some aren’t. However I do take anything with a bland quote followed by the instructions “SHARE it with everyone you know”, with a pinch of salt. Why people need databases? well, for any number of reasons. Marketing. Profiling. Research. Most of the reasons are not meant to harm you. However, some are. The aftermath of recent elections in Pakistan is one of such victims.
While I empathise with all those whose voting right was robbed, and I do agree that some rigging happened (quite blatantly) in the elections (by multiple parities in multiple regions), I am surprised at how social media is used for personal or political benefits here. Here are a few examples:
A websites has been asking you to enter your name, NIC number and some other details if you voted for a certain party. So that “they can count how many people actually voted for the party”. Any sane internet user would know how stupid this idea is. The said party immediately clarified that it has nothing to do with this website. However within a short span of time, thousands of people “registered” their data on that site, only to hand over their profile to God knows who and for what use.
Fake accounts of celebrities (including journalists such as Javed Chowdhary or Salim Safi) are being created, where they “appear to be highlighting” election rigging. Yesterday, some of these celebrities had to come live on TV to tell everyone that these accounts don’t belong to them. It’s very easy to distinguish between a real & a fake account. Just some research and Googling is needed. However a naïve internet user wouldn’t go that far.
Fake statistics and references e.g. “according to EC, 37% of people with higher education voted for party xyx”. Again it’s very easy to know fake here. EC has no way to find out who voted for whom. However such stats get shared far too often, God knows why.
Fake stories (a lot of them) e.g. “my aunt voted in xyz polling station and she saw this and that……..” It seems that everyone’s aunt witnessed some serious rigging wherever she went to vote. Maybe aunts have a very keen observation. I don’t know.
Strong “anti violence” statements calling for some serious violence. Internet is full of these, these days. FB pages such as “I hate xyx, the master of abc” and “@$%^&*” (cant name the pages names here, as nothing decent will come out of it). Enough said.
There are many other examples. And thousands of people are falling for such things. Probably some of them may also be corresponding with that Nigerian banker, who may have promised to ensure their vote is casted in the next elections. After all, what cannot be done when you have $26m lying in your personal account.
Note: The above was just a rambling that came to my mind while flicking through facebook. Do not shy away from using social media. I myself am a heavy user of facebook. Just telling you to be a bit more cautious the next time you read a story, or statistics, and more importantly when someone asks for any information, or asks you to share their material for no obvious reason.
Note 2: Please share this message with everyone you know, otherwise Chinese good luck will go to someone else. Probably to someone in China.