Anonymous...!

A person who teaches your mind is called a teacher… what do you call a person who teaches you much beyond that…

Sir Nisar Mirza, a human being beautiful to the core of his heart and soul. Writing about him I feel lost of words, exactly the way my country has lost an asset, an icon in the field of photography and videography. I know many who read this have never heard of his name, what a pity that a person recognized internationally as being one of the best videographer and photographer of Pakistan died quietly on November 24, 2005 without any recognition. A part of Pakistan Television for decades, he not once was appreciated by the authorities as was his rightful due.

Sir Nisar had the eyes of an observer who captured images as though each one had a story that it whispered. He brought unspoken colors in his black and white photography and captured the scenes in a way that was every director’s dream.

His love for the camera was well known within those of us who proudly call themselves his students. He taught us what needed to be learned and in a manner that we will always remember for as long as our memories will abide. His ‘sardar ji’ jokes will always be recalled and the way he used to laugh with his students would always be cherished, for there are very few who have the persona of life within themselves and what to speak of a man who was dignity and integrity complete, within those deep brown eyes.

Although the world and specially my country failed to recognize what they had, we the students of Fatima Jinnah Women University, Rawalpindi are among those who had this honor of knowing a man who was the mere definition of self made and a complete description of a teacher not to mention a rightfully decent human being. His relation to God is known only to him, but his relation to the Gods creations was more than evident in his magnificent work. He was proud of what he had created and how right he was in being so, for every image, every scene spoke of experience, of his dexterity and of his delightful nature. Never was he seen without a smile and never was he around without a handful of his well wishers.

We lost what we can never gain. We lost what should have been found a long time ago. All that we are left with are memories and all that is left behind is his life’s achievements. If only someone would recognize what loss has occurred, if only someone would save many others from suffering the same fate.

I wish to remain anonymous for two reasons. One because those who knew him knew that I was never known to him, and those who know me do not know what regard I held for this magnificent human who has departed. And second, all that I have written is I am sure a cry from many hearts, especially his students.

May Allah bless his soul and may he spend his eternal life in the heavens that have been promised.

A name that will always be remembered by those who met him even once, a name that has left a mark on all those he ever taught, a name that is all there is left… Sir Nisar Mirza.

-------------An article i wrote for my teacher...a person who will be remembered forever...

The lost words...!

Forget the past, sleep the day,
Wake not for the dawn of tomorrow.

Bleed the pen, burn the paper,
Dry those tears of eternal sorrow.

Blind the eyes, pack full the ears,
Wipe the traces of that lonely smile.

Turn full-around, re-trace your steps,
and walk alone for a while.

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some times certain words just make you stop and think.... they actually make you think of things that are clogged behind your mind, you know they are there but you dont deal with em, coz ..well, there is this folder that has to go out today before lunch time or that client didnt like those designs..or something likewise...
not everything is meant to be taken lightly but yet we being the supreme beings are capable of doing just that... and we never learn...and we never will...

i read these words in the blog of a lady by the name of Yasmine... i confess to be a fan of her blogs... she has a gift... and provides the best pass time in office when i dont want to work ;).. so neither do i personally know this lady nor this guy (May his soul rest in peace) about whom she had written...the post was i would say ok but what touched me were these words... it gave away so much about the person...
What he was and what he did...was something commendable and not what every second person is capable of doing... yes as they say that our Lord does take away those much earlier whom he holds special... i had the privilege of going through his blog.. i havent read much but my favorite piece is as follows:

‘Me’ - who is that anyway?

I keep asking myself,
Should I be scared?

I worry about them,
I warn them to stay safe

Then they ask about me
And I fall silent again

‘Me’ - who is that anyway?
Am I supposed to care

Write ...O right...!

The strong urge, the strongest urge to write... yet i so freakin cant... yani kae *sigh* ... my head is crowded by so many and i mean so many topics that i wish to write about, yet i am unable to...why, lack of a proper environment (like right now with so much noise around me) but to top that load shedding.... horrendous it is really... up to 8 hours of no light...you start feeling as if you live in stone age...
...the shortage of water in the dams is scary enough and to top that we have light fluctuation...thats enough to at least stop a computer + internet addict like me to stay away from it and guard it so that no one else should even think of turning it on...
i have loads of data that i cant afford to loose, stored away, collecting dust en viruses (i am sure) in those separate hard drives... me and my laziness for not making copies en backups...i know its mighty risky en dangerous par ummm yes i will one day inshAllah sit and do this long pending task...i will ....