DEAR PARENTS.

In my very own opinion, one of the most important action which the government of Maldives could take up on is banning the exposé of the notorious “ Muhamma kalo” saga for the minors. Many a parents have not realized the true nature of this so called comedy. I might agree to the fact that kids might crack up to the very sight of muhamma kalo’s movements through out his movies. His actions included a lot of idiotic gestures and even more idiotic facial expressions, and you and I both know that kids are prone to laugh at idiotic things.

However keeping this fact aside, I would like to highlight on the negative aspects of this so called comedy and why the government of Maldives should take initiation on banning this production for an undisclosed temporary date. First let’s take a clear look at the language used. I for the sake of investigative journalism did investigate a few of the series, and believe me when I say I am scarred for life. The story does not have gravity and lacks a plot. And the language used with hidden and twisted meanings, I would say would make a fisherman blush.

I would give some bonus point for muhamma kalo for his ingenious technique to wake the dozing audience, by filling a vibrant song in between every ten to fifteen minutes. I might have enjoyed the songs if I close my eyes shut and think real hard for ways in which I could physically assault the CD. I can always feed it to my neighbor’s cat with a pint of muhamma kalo for extra taste. Sigh. Next I am deeply offended by the degree in which our local actors violate themselves to create a comic character. They may start of their dialogues talking about their love interest and somehow get themselves lost in between talking about the weather and number of crows they say on their way home the other day. I am amazed to see how much irrelevant topics they go on talking so that they could fill up the time duration and call it a masterpiece.

I do honestly feel for the poor extras they cast. These fame hungry victims are introduced to the industry with a false promise of stardom. Almost all of these extras are cast on location, so that the “director” would not have to carry out their expenses. Sadly most of them with such a mighty passion for the industry travel to the capital searching for fame. Some how 99.9 percent of them return home not with fame but with a lifetime worthy of disappointments. They do lose more than they bargained for, many which can not be gained back, mostly on the couch of the casting directors.

The above mentioned incident is not pointed directly towards Muhamma kalo, but I do feel he certainly has an in direct hand in this; after all it is he who introduces these new extras. What my point is this specific movie series is not suitable for the viewing of minors and there are plenty of other reasons to bide my side. It is one thing for a fully grown individual to have a likening to this particular movie. But to inflict torture on a minor, I don’t think so. Hence you my dear parents better stop your children from viewing movies such as this, if not I call upon our reformed government to ban minors from viewing Muhamma kalo saga and take legal actions against those who do not so.

22 YEARS IN SERVICE!!!!

I guess once you pass your 18th birthday the excitement of today being your birthday eventually diminishes. Or maybe its just in my case. I guess people who get excited about their birthdays are those who are surrounded with friends who really love to party and those who have someone special in their life. Even though i have great friends whom i grew up with, i am thousands of miles away from them and i do not regret the decision of being alone till i am completely done with my studies.
if i say i do not give a crap about my birthday then i would be lying, i may not be totally psyched about it but i can not ignore the butterflies in my tummy. hell yeah i had already checked who and who wrote on my wall and by the look of it i am royally pleased. In the past i had been forced to make resolutions on my birthday and new years however i never managed to complete any on the list. Hence i had decided long back not to make any resolutions on this day, instead i will list down my gratitude.
Dear God, i know you read my blog and listen to my prayers as most of them get unanswered as many of them are for my own selfish reasons. And i am totally great-full for that, otherwise i would have end up married with grand kids by now.
So i am great-full for giving me this long healthy life, I am great-full for my family my grandparents, my little cuxins, I am great-full for wonderful friends of mine, those whom had been with me through gossips and bitching and physical assaults.....those were the days sigh.....I am great-full for the success in my life and hope theirs more in the future.
I am great-full for all the setbacks and disappointments i faced without which i wont become the strong individual that i am today. I am great-full for making me a compassionate person and showing me paths to help and guide those who are unfortunate than me. Most of all i am great-full for being a muslim and to be a part of heaven on earth. (PS. thanks for the bunnies absolutely a bundle of fun)
Finally this post has come to an end, and those few follower of this former teenager START LEAVING SOME COMMENT....any who thanks for following me or visiting my blog by chance and visit asap as this blogs going to be updated every saturday and tuesday with new treats. till then this is the former teenager signing off!!! tataa.

EQUALITY?

In a land that proudly declares its equality for both the sexes, it deeply disappoints me to find people who still practice a backward thinking. The issue of equality is an issue which is very dear to me. I personally believe that during the past 20 years or so the reformist activity on womens right has abolished a lot of mens right.
what i am trying to say here is that both men and women fought for the rights of women and by the lords blessing, it was a huge success. However during this struggle many had not paused to think about the rights for men, hence today's younger male generation has to fight for what they truly deserves.
For instant lets talk about an incident which i faced recently. My college, which i had been attending for the past year and a half is very lenient towards its students. We were allowed to wear any proper outfit to college and on Saturdays we could wear casual clothing. Most of my friends and i would wear shorts on Saturdays. However one day after the new intake i was rudely stopped from entering the campus and rudely ordered to go back and change, as i was wearing shorts ( which i must say was very decent looking) .
I demanded a reason for such a haste decision. they blabbered about rules being changed.
I tried to talk them into bending the rules. I declared that the girls were allowed to wear shorts and sleeveless out fits and how come a male student cannot? They again blabbered something about fashion and dress and culture. I couldn't make out what they said as frustration was creeping on me. As i was already late for class and no amount of batting my eyes did no good i had to turn back and change.
This my dear friends is only a simple act of discrimination, however if we do not act and stand up for our rights we might start loosing and spiral backwards and be swept from substantial opportunities and right... I think its time for another war...a war to fight against favoritism to a particular sex....and a war for equality.

ISTHIUFAAAAaaaa

One thing which i had learned from my experience is to never highlight "politics" as the main topic of the day with your closest friends. Its not that i can not prove what i was defending is the right or the best thing for the citizens, its only due to the fact that i hate what my friends become once i trigger their on switch. One minute they are purring like a kitten and in the next roaring like a tiger.
I had never been a fan of politics and do not intend to be a part of it. However i would like to express my views on the way many fellow citizens humiliate themselves in the so called political reform activities. for one thing i disagree with the way most politicians express their opinions on public gatherings. I assumed their mothers had not washed their mouth with enough soap. Such foul language would make a fisherman blush.
Secondly i would like to highlight their way of protesting. Don't get me wrong i am pro protest, you would easily spot me at the very front of a public protest against animal abuse, saving the rain forests, against child abuse and domestic violence and probably shouting to LEAVE BRITTNEY ALONE..... i mean it. But i simply cant get myself to come to term with taking part in a protest to agitate an opposing political party. I find it rather silly and childish.
This actually led Shamman and I to a very mature discussion on what advice we could give to the fellow citizens and the respected politicians and their party members. After what seems to be like a few seconds I decided that the above mentioned should stop wasting their money and donate them to us, specifically me as i had been starving myself in order to be aware of the starving kids in the African nation. I know i deserve that money more than those lazy bums who only care about whats for refreshments at the political gatherings. The second advice for them, all of em is to go back to kinder-garden if they would like to continue their childish behavior.
What Maldives need is not a lazy bum assed politicians who gets whatever "they" want by crying and stomping their feet. What we need is individuals who truly care about the nature and the people and not what they would gain from the status they achieve. If anyone who's reading this dreams of a political career and is against my view i assure you i will hunt you down and kick your ass.

MY DADS MUSIC NIGHT

The other day a friend of mine asked me what was the one thing which i miss the most ? It does not take a scientist to figure this one out. i knew exactly what i miss the most which is ...............my dads music night with his buddies.
Believe me when i say my dad is an extremely talented individual. Sometimes i feel like there's nothing he can not do. He could built a miniature resort with a box of card board, paint amazing art pieces ( he would bribe me when i was tiny,with his sketches of my most adored cartoon characters when ever i try to ditch my meals), he could lure an audience with his witty jokes and comments and finally he could sing better than most singers i know back from home.
My dad loves his music night with his buddies, the natural performer within himself breaks through when ever the neighbors and relatives join. It was great when i was a kid, me and my younger brother would be allowed to sing along and we would clap here and there when ever we could, However during my mid teens it become a tad annoying. it was not the singing that would set me off, it was the vintage musical instruments which my dad and his buddies would use.
Its like they all had planed when they were younger to get their own particular instruments. my dad would bring out the speakers, mike and his "harumuniya", one of his friend would bring out the clapper thing and his other friend would bring his "hit on the bum and hand" instrument (i am not aware of their original names, so i made up names for these instruments).
SA....RE...GA...MA...PA...DHA...NI...SAAA........ the gang would always start off with their vocals. The whole time my dad would be playing his "harumuniya" . during these years when ever i get a hint of music night i would plot my escape and seek refuge at a friends house till i am sure that i was clear of any damage that might cause to my ears. My poor brother is however unfortunate, he on the other hand is not allowed to leave home therfore he would be stuck at home buried in his "emo" stories till its all over. Some nights.... i too become the poor unfortunate soul. During those nights my brother and i would imitate an earth quack and fall on the bed giggling when ever my mom rolls her eye at us.
Over the years the frequency of dads music night with his buddies became less and less. And i grew up from the age where the rebellious ranging hormones were always blamed. I started to appreciate the music night.Those nights which they perform NOW would not be complete without a verse from me and my brother. We would clap and sing along and tease mom when ever dad sings his trade mark song " dheewana huva badhal". i am glad that those days where the " harumuniya" would annoy the hell out of me was history. Its been more than six months since i had been with my family. and the one thing which i miss the most now is my dads music night with his buddies........ and i just cant wait to be back home!!!!

ADDICTION......... PART ONE

I believe, anyone who doesnt think themselves as perfectly created rich snobs does have an addiction. here i am not talkin about the ill fated coccain, pot, marijuana, hash oil and alcohol addicts. i am talking about about those products which people do not think are harmful to one or addictive.
I am a person who could go on and on about my addictions until someone gets fed up and stitch my "ORAL LIVE FEED". therefore i am going to take some of my dear friends as a subject.
Subject one is my friend for the past three and a half year. his main addiction is the universally known killer the "CIGARETTES" and BED. hears how his day would start. wake up most days around 4 pm, get online and watch some live concerts by some rock group.his favourites COLD PLAY and HIM. Then he would dance his way to the tolilet brush his teeth wash his face and again get back on bed, youtube some more chat a little bit more untill his roommate goes "DUDE" and then he would go "DUDE". His roomie would go " LETS EAT" He would go " YEAH DUDE LETS EAT" and they would drag themselves to the kitchen and nibble on something which the cook had made for breakfast.
Let me tell you by then he would have smoked up half a pack of cigarettes. he would usually take all three meals together. i am sure hes able to save a huge amount of time an average plum person spend on meals daily.after this huge accomplishment (as in my mind) he would again jump on his bed take the guitar and play some music and sing along while his roommate throw in a few lines here and there. he would be up till 5 or 6 am and them fall asleep to wake up and repeat his routine addiction. such is the life of my dear friend.
My second subject had a life long battle with his addiction. he was strong and very patient through out the painful therapy sessions and for my friends and my relief hes out of the woods. he had to go through his therapy of humiliation, mockery and a more sever session of being ignored. In my opinion the last session was his final straw which helped him save "HIS LIFE" . he was cured, we couldnt believe our eyes and ears... our secrets which we share with him are finally buried in his hypothalamus. his life long battle with " MOTOR MOUTH SYNDROME" is finally in the dark pages of history.
These two subjects had very different addictions, and sometimes it can be life threatening so any one who has any other kind of addictions please feel free to write to me. In the second chapter of addiction i would bring out the addictions in me. stay tuned till then and keep your addictions at bay.

Beileve in BAD luck?

Unlike most others I am a person who usually have a great day. However today is not one of those days. let me elaborate what had bestowed upon poor helpless me .
As usual i woke up with the cries of my security ladies daughter. i had already bitched about this situation on facebook and clearly it has not given me any peace of mind. i assure you that i am not pulling it out of proportion but her cries are a cross breed of a hyena's laughter..... and the crows of a crow. her cries keep me up all night and when ever i fell asleep they venture in to my dreams. how i rue the day they became my security.
Yes they are not the first guards i had, the previous one had to be fired for unclosed reasons.even though they peeped into my apartment through the air vents while i roam around in my birthday suite, they never kept me up all night or venture in to my dreams. any ways after i woke up unrefreshed and sleep deprived i got a call from my friend Tenxin and learned that i am on the list of ineligible students for the exam..... due to lack of ATTENDENCE.....yeah yeah i mentioned about it in my other blogs. So i had to drag my bum all the way to college and attend what i call "THE JAIL HOUR" its where we had to spend maximum SIX hours being tortured by mosquitoes and other creeping crawlers after the sun set to get one percent in attendance .
Any who i suck it up (obviously no other choice) and went to complete my jail hour for the day, hoping to get some serious work done and guess what... my pens ink dried up. just like that (even though you cant see me i am snapping my finger) and i had to pretend to study while two idiotic guys behind me kept on bitching about their room mate cum best friend on never returning their borrowed stuff. Felt like throwing one of my famous sarcastic comment at them...." you knuckle heads that's what best friends do.....they borrow your stuffs and never return" at-least that's what i think so...God how stupid can they be.
After my session of being tortured by all the bugs in that room i was allowed to leave. finally. i was on my way to my apartment which was a three minute walk from the college campus... i thought to my self..... wait ....why don't i grab something to eat from here, at least i deserve a take out tonight. So the deserving 'mua' headed to the cafeteria and ordered a non veg fried rice. as i sat in my seat suddenly the whole place went dark. stupid city.....they play with the electricity as a little kid would do. ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON......OFF....i am sure a totally sane person would turn nuts if he had to live like this for the rest of his miserable life.
The only light inside the cafeteria came from the emergency light. I started to notice a whole lot of smoke was accumulating in front of the light...it took me less than a fraction of minute and the screaming and rushing of people to realize that something was awfully wrong. the kitchen was on fire. luckily it was right after me receiving my friend rice , so i didn't wait to suffocate in the smoke to find out who's ass was on fire.
Even at this time there was not any power. the whole area was pitch black. And i was more than afraid to find my feet in a pile of HOLY SHIT from the HOLY COWS and the DOGS, therefor i switched the light on my cell and walked as slowly as i could towards my apartment. I was half way home when i was startled by a dogs bark. I nearly fell flat face as i lost balance. I had no idea what my reaction would have looked like and do not intend to find it out either. I realized that my reaction was not the only humiliating thing which i would have to face tonight. the clutch on my slipper had broken while the vicious barking lost my balance. I now had to literally drag myself all the way.
After what it felt like an eternity i reached myself home and found the security guard near my apartment. On my arrival she noticed my slippers and laughed with a (in my mind) a sarcastic comment to her husband.
I had enough bad luck for one day and top of all this i was being mocked by the security guards. I silently promised my self to get even with them. Once we get the power, i would play all the horrible dhivehi songs so loud that they wouldn't probably be able to move from their seats..for a very long time..and so i SHALL WAIT to get even........and so i waited.

A MEMORABLE TRIP

As i looked outside the changing landscapes my mind was fixed on one thing. the destination. i was traveling alone in a foreign land with very little knowledge about the people. Even though i had been living here for the past seven months this area where i was heading was completely new for me.i was a little bit nervous as it was proving to be a very difficult task in finding the place and what might happen once i get there. but one thing which i was sure of was my aim and my need to be there.
After traveling through some bumpy roads and asking for direction from passerby's I reached my destination, the orphanage in "parvathi nagar" in Bangalore. I had read various personal experiences written by a few social workers in the past and I must say it had helped me get prepared for the trip.the first time i heard about the orphanage i had imagined a huge building with lots of happy kids with a play ground and lots of caretakers in uniforms, with classes and dinning halls and cute little bedrooms with beds covered with fluffy pillows. finally I was about to have my first dose of reality.
As it was physically impossible for the auto driver to take me to the place, i had to walk up to the orphanage. it was situated on a higher ground, small white building with a big blue painted board with writings in the native language. i assumed it says the "parvathi orphanage". i reached the place and was greeted by a middle aged man with a friendly face. "namastey" he declared by bringing his both hands together.with a little bit of hesitation i greeted him back with the same gesture.
I started off explaining who i was and why i was there and where i was from and gestured my hand in order for a handshake, all the while the old man had a questionable face, and at the mention of my college i noticed a hint of smile and he took my hand in return. he started off in both English and hindhi explaining how students of my college helped them.
I found out that the old man who's name was Samsun, and his wife was in charge of running the orphanage. it was their home and for the past eight years been a home for twenty eight kids from the age of one to thirteen. i asked if the government was helping them out in any way. samsun replyed that the only help that they get was from the students of my college. the students who belong to a social group helps them out with the clothing and food items which they provide by raising funds and by generous donations.
By then i was already being surrounded by the kids. They were curious about who i was but did not speak or smile. i kneeled down and offered a hand while the other touched my chest and i said my name out loud, i had to repeat this for a few time with the others as no one took my hand untill one of the boys came forward and declared his name as "raja" i smiled and shook his hand. some how everyone started to come up to me and repeated their names one at a time, i guess i earned their trust a little.
I had my camera in my hand and snapped a few pictures of them. they were curious of what i was doing so i showed them their pictures and was received with laughter's. by then Samsun gestured with his hands to follow him inside. one thing which i noticed was that the orphanage was very clean and tidy. i was first taken in to the living room and was surprised to find a television on one end of the room. the other end holded a rack with mats which i found out was used by the kids to sleep.
Through the living room i was taken in to an open area and found out that there was two more rooms one was for the girls and the other was for the boys. i didnt want him to be offended but i needed to see the condition of these rooms.without hesitation he opened the door for me and i was surprised to see that these kids were treated as one of their own. the couple who took these kids in had true intentions.they send the kids to the government school, and fed and clothed them well. the basic necessities were fulfilled for the kids and it gave me relief.
I asked him what was the problems that they face and how they overcome them. i found out that the main problem they face is having difficulty in finding clothes and uniforms for the kids. they over come most other problems they face by the generous donations which they get from the students.
I had already spend more than three hours in the orphanage and it was getting dark outside. i knew it was my time to leave and promised to return soon. i took some more pictures and Samsun walked by my side till i reached the auto. all the way the kids came up to me and took my hand and performed a handshake which i was unfamiliar with, suddenly i realized it was the hand shake of the social group from my college. i couldnt help by silently smile as everyone even the youngest and most shyest one did the ultimate goodbye handshake. i must say by the time i reached the auto i was already a pro.

THE BLIND SIDE

You know the feeling you get when you watch a really good movie. You get inspired by the story, the acting of the cast, the music, and the songs plays with almost every emotion that your body is familiar and sometime unfamiliar with. When your done with a movie like this you somehow tends to become one of the characters in it. You might want to do a positive thing like adopt an orphan,or mend the bonds with the higher power, or may be give a shot at your artistic abilities in order to achive one thing, that these movies conclude with. Happiness, thats something we all want,isnt it!.
I recently watched a movie, that inspired me to my very core.It was based on a true life story of a traumatized african american boy Michael Oher who later became the famous all american football player with the help of a loving and caring white family, who adopted him when he was a teenager who slept in the schools gym to keep himself warm. The movie revolve around Michael who struggles to achive a standard grade which would allow him to play football and later win a scholarship for college due to his gifted talent. Michael had luck on his side, if he had not been saved by the Tuohy family , he would have ended like many other young african american men, who loses their lifes in gang violence. this movie was filled with heartwarming scenes, the love and care by his adopted brother and sister was truely touching.
"The blind side" has given me a hope which I had been lacking for sometime now.I would greatly recommend anyone who wants a change in their life to watch this movie, it has infact opened my eyes to the blind side of my life which I was not able to see with my open eyes!!

FATE AND ITS SENSE OF HUMOUR

So heres whats up. the last time i blogged i so whole heartedly wrote about my true devotion to the so called "FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN" .However no sooner i hit the fridge, gulped down a litre of pepsi my eyes started to droop. I swear it was like fate had this kind of a strike againist my fool proof master plan!!!!!!
the incident which i mentioned above is the start of all the distructions which followed later!!!! my bed started to look so much appealing and i felt like it was calling out for me.i swear on my imaginary cats remaining six lifes (thats a story for another time) that this is no exaggeration. No sooner i laid my self on the bed i was flying high in the land of dreams with "BOMBAY SWISS ROLLS AND MOMO'S"!!!!! this drained my fool proof master plan down the pipe!!
I was right fate had a thing againist my "FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN", curse you arrrrrrrrrr.I was on the way of absence to college once more. however christmas came early for me this year..i guess i had been a very very good boy!!! one of santas helpers came along and knock down my apartment door and draged me down to class. Eventhough i missed the first class i was early to my second. i made it.yay...I guess i was right about fate....it sure did have a problem with my "FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN" however it was totally cool with me attending my classes!!!!

A FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN!!!!!

This is going to be my first blogging and i cannot decide on a particular topic to talk about. Any ways it seems to be that everyone whos any one seems to blog these days!!! Therefor i do not want to be the odd one out!! Hereby i take an oath" I PROMIS TO DO...MY BEST TO DO.. MY DUTY TO ALLAH.. AND THE COUNTRY AND TO THE BLOGGERS SECRET SOCIETY....AND TO BLOG ONCE A WEEK...AND TO OBEY THE BLOGGERS LAW AND TO DO A GOOD DEED EVERY DAY" even though the oath is a total rip off from my cubscout days i assure you that i meant every word of it. Secondly i need to practice on my writting skills as it has been collecting a huge load of rust since i graduated from high school!!!!
Its 2:45 am and its been like this for the past few days!!!! up all night.....and then falling flat early in the morning, which is not good i must say. I had already missed some very important classes and am already in trouble for a so called "MASS BUNKING" which i did not take part in.......intentionally. However tomorrows going to be the day the "GREAT ONE" attends all his classes, and "I " have a master plan. I am going to stay up all night and then without falling flat on my bed attend college, i shall not only attend all the classes yes drum roll please....... i shall be on time too!!!!
So lets see how my fool proof master plan works out!!!! i think i better hit the fridge!!! yeh i need fuel if im going to stay up in the wee hours!!! bloggers i'll let you know the verdict, incase any one tends to follow my blog!!! till my next blogging, stay safe, stay at home, and stay in school!!!