The bigger controversy-David Barsamian!

David Barsamian is a radio broadcaster and is the founder of Alternative radio through which he speaks out to the people and talks about humanitarianism. He currently resides in U.S.A and is also well known as a writer and a journalist. The major focus of his career is on the issues curtailing to the American state and its people. He talks about the political concerns of the people of U.S.A. His interviews and articles appear in The Progressive, The Nation, Z and other journals and magazines.

He is winner of the Media Education Award, the ACLU's Upton Sinclair Award for independent journalism, the Rocky Mountain Peace and Justice Award and the Cultural Freedom Fellowship from the Lannan Foundation. The Institute for Alternative Journalism named him one of its Top Ten Media Heroes. He has presently written a book with Noam Chomsky called What We Say Goes with Noam Chomsky. His recent and most well known publication is Targetting Iran

This leads me to my next point regarding the reason why Pakistani journalists simply admire Barsamian. Well it seems that the U.S.A media, advised by the U.S.A government has been keeping the “real truth” (as Barsamian puts it) hidden about the birth of terrorism. What he talks about is the actual first start of the concept of jihad brought on by the U.S president Reagan who first introduced the concept of jihad into the minds of the young. However the fact that jihad is only an Islamic concept is what is believed by people all over the world.

In an interview he ridiculed Bush’s ideas about a free democratic Pakistan by saying that democracy was stubbed in Pakistan by the intervenes of the U.S.A government itself. He has been controversial ever since in the United States and has faced a number of charges against him. He accused the us for interfering in the matters of Iraq he states that since the middle east has the best oil reserves in therefore it is safe and the units beside it and being taken In control by the U.S.A govt. he openly blamed the government for hoarding up the states money and using them to fund the “weaker states” by buying them and making them work according to their stand.

He also criticized the United States for pushing the Pakistani government and not allowing them to speak for their own. He said that people like Ahmed Rashid needed to be heard and their ideas need to be put forward. The call of the white people in U.S.A are the only that are answered by the government, ignoring the pleas of the people of say Pakistan, Iraq or Afghanistan. It is Pakistan who is responsible for itself not the U.S.A government who feels that it is upon them to reduce “the white man’s burden”.

Getting over exams

September 8, 2009

The three hours most people dread are the one’s that I strangely look forward to__ exams. One would say after reading this that he is possibly going to have an encounter with a serious nerd here. However in my opinion waiting for exams is not a nerdy though an unusual trait in one’s personality. Personally I believe that after giving your whole year to tediously never ending studies, presentations and the entirely unprofessional attitude towards demandingly serious researches, one must sit down at the end of the term and try to sort it all out__ and what better way to do it then to take your exams. Banging you lonesome head to the wall (and occasionally the books) does not always seem like a good solution when trying to get out of taking your tests properly, therefore a much better one would be to simply take them as they come to you no matter how painful they might be. Well look at it this way, all year long you hear the tiresome chatter of your parents and teachers trying to tell you how to become a better student/human being (same thing for them), so how about giving then their money’s worth as the saying goes and taking your exams as you must no matter how hard you try to evade them. Try it…after all nobody’s telling you to do good at them.

PARTS OF ME

August 10, 2009

I loose myself somewhere

Before I let go for sure,

Lost in the light that welled in me,

Lost in the paper that wrote

Before the magic ever began

I ran towards the stage

I shook the curtains and let then down

So that it could never begin

I hide the part that keeps me sane

I hide the part that knows

I hide the part that tells the truth

I show the ones that follow me

The ones I know will be the first to run

My pen glides over the pages

As I rise above the usual fall

I feel the same power within me

I lie below the unusual above

These parts I see behind me

Were never to be shown

Yet I wonder whether it is normal

To be this alone

People think I think they are the ones who know

I think they are right but yet does it have be always that you know

I stood before you were born inside me

I shall stand in a crowd now that the wind has blown the rocks away

step by step down the lane

August 9, 2009

12:30…hmm how can a person be so strangely on time all the time…makes no sense and all the sense to me…broken hands and imple pieces make it all up together…dont really know why haha…but when you actually sit down and think how different it all seems from their perspective then you would realize the beauty of it all. i write when i want to make sense of all that is happening around me but then when i show it..it sorta never does when you read it afterwards.I mean i know what i think now wont ever be the same afterwards but i really hope it does because then all that mattered before,now and possibly in the future would so fall into place all together dont you think?I am told to just lay it down and totally feel right all at once but i dont think i can…i feel disgusted and degraded everytime i look at it but somehow i cant ever explain to myself or others what i write and see…i am never going to say or think that i am different because when peopel say that they feel that they are different,thats when you are similar to all the others. the desire to be different stems from one’s own self and is something that is innate and self-made ironically both at the same time.

I wish i could explain the reason but i cant. block block block i can say or something completely different than all that beafore. The anthem rules the world but they say they made it.

Dont understand it. Probably beacuse we dont want to.HECK!

Tata…

The Daily Anthem Of The Elective Crowd

August 3, 2009

The Trail We Blaze

Look out new world here we come
Brave, intrepid and then some
Pioneers of maximum
Audacity whose resumes
Show that we are just the team
To live where others merely dream
Building up a head of steam
On the trail we blaze

Changing legend into fact
We shall ride into history
Turning myth into truth
We shall surely gaze
On the sweet unfolding
Of an antique mystery
All will be revealed
On the trail we blaze

Paradise is close at hand
Shan-gri-la the promised land
Seventh heaven on demand
Quite unusual nowadays
Virgin vistas, undefiled
Minds and bodies running wild
In the man behold the child
On the trail we blaze

The trail we blaze
Is a road uncharted
Through terra incognita to a golden shrine
No place for the traveler
To be faint-hearted
We are part of the sumptuous grand design

Changing legend into fact
We shall ride into history
Turning myth into truth
We shall surely gaze on the sweet unfolding
Of an antique mystery
All will be revealed
On the trail we blaze
On the trail we blaze

Elton John.

The Things That We do…surprising huh?

May 26, 2009

Beauty lingers in the depth of shadowed eyes,

That reveals more to me than words ever could, Lost in an embrace I see us walking together, On the sands of time

Laughter and secrets shared echo on the wind,

Gravel bloodies my feet but it’s of no consequence,

Your arms hold me up safe and protected, A companionship that needs fewer words,

And even fewer explanations

Your voice reminds me of promises lost but never forgotten,

And I have lived a lifetime of pain,

Unable to endure were it not for a kind smile, A warm shoulder, a touch of love and friendship,

That still stays inside me, Invitingly saying “come in and I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

So in the midst of all this I would like to say, Memories that live inside me, Will stay on forever more,

The times I hurt you—hurt me, Will haunt me till the day I die, Underneath the bed of earth.

I want to be there when your world is crashing down I want to be there when they tell you lies,

And when you feel like you don’t belong

Going to be there till the end

Even when you’re gone

Productive day

May 25th 2009,

Some simple things I learned today:

• John Michael Montgomery’s brother IS in the Montgomery-Gentry duo, but he’s actually the OTHER guy from who I thought he was.
• Even make-up games can get rained out.
• It doesn’t matter how much compressed air you use after a haircut, you’ll never blow all the tiny pieces of hair off your body.
• Taking a shower with your watch on feels as awkward as sleeping with your socks on.
• You NEVER want to run out of chlorine tablets for your septic gray-water.
• It’s okay to take a nap in the middle of the day in the middle of a rhythmic downpour, as long as you’re not wearing your socks.
• Any attributes that qualify you for delivering a graduation keynote address are the same attributes that qualify you for an honorary doctorate degree.
• It’s no fun to follow basketball if your team’s out of the playoffs, nor is it fun to watch baseball when your team is the “Bad News” Astros.
• Some coffee houses DO still understand an order as simple as “Tall Black Coffee.”
• Macaroni and White Cheddar is nowhere near as delicious as regular mac & cheese.
• Dead bees can still sting.
• The quality of my golf game is inversely proportional to the amount to time I practice it.
• The same is true for everyone who is at a driving range on Saturday morning rather than on the links itself.
• “Barack” moved up 10,126 places last year on the list of “popular boy names.” Unfortunately, it is still in 2,409th place.
• Making homemade toothpicks is a waste of time.
• A $500 diamond ring can bring a smile to woman’s face.
• Plastic lag screws are a fast, cheap substitute to using Tapcon Masonry screws. By the time the box falls of the exterior of the house, the cable man is long gone.
• It’s best not to try to guess the mysterious liquid accumulated at the bottom of the kitchen trash bin or how it penetrated the “Force Flex” tough Hefty bag.
• Did I already mention that you NEVER want to let your septic run out of chlorine tabs?
• Fruit bowls are just a place to hold rotten bananas.
• Anything you want in life, you can purchase a “Hannah Montana” version of it.
• Even though the traffic signs say, “Watch for Water on Road,” I notice a LOT of don’t even try.
• Sonic Drive-In boasts 168,000 possible drink combinations, one of which is “Large Tea with sweetener in a cup with ice and a lid and a straw.”
• Lifetime warranties on sunglasses don’t cover you losing them, ’cause, technically, they’re still “alive” somewhere, just not on your face.
• Taking naps makes you sleepy.
• Disney character shirts make my look Goofy.
• Some landscaped commercial areas have crosswalks that lead directly up to them for no apparent reason.
• Few things are as ephemeral as a clean childrens’ playroom.
• “Pink Panther I” and “Pink Panther II” are some of Steve Martin’s best work.
• Blogging about underwear is less interesting to readers than blogging about my drab, boring “Mathematical Musings.”

My babies are going home

May 20th 2009,

Right now at school, we’re in the process of tying up all the loose ends to what has been a very productive and interesting academic year. As teachers try to simultaneously squeeze in one last test while preparing students for a final exam from which they know most students will end up being exempt, students are making summer plans. One of the most celebrated orders of business that students must tend to is turning in their textbooks. A bitter-sweet thing, no doubt, this year our campus is returning to an old tried-and-true procedure for recollection: turning them into their teacher!! The past few years, the gymnasium has been set up like a long corridor where students would bring all books to one specific class, then be released via a pre-determined schedule to the gym, where they would make their way through the “buffet” line, finding the appropriate pile for their individual textbook, and dump their cargo one book at a time. This procedure was very efficient, but it also had a few drawbacks.

First, the basketball team had to recreate in the other, smaller practice gym. Second, books inadvertently ended up in the wrong pile. For example, a student fresh out of failing his English class might put his spelling book in the Algebra I stack. Or, a lazy student might put both of the books he actually remembered to bring that day in the very first stack he saw. Third, there was no way to actually know if a student actually turned their book in. Because the books weren’t scanned in as they were TURNED in, students who ended up owing $85 for a math textbook they probably never cracked could simply tell the authorities administrators that the “put it in the gym.” It was creating a too convenient excuse for the apathetic, the dishonest, and the unfortunate victims of random textbook thievery. This year, students must physically turn in their books to their respective teacher, and we teachers must document which students have and have not done this.

Yes, it means more work for the teachers, but at least we don’t have to go through every single page and add up a list of nickels that students owe us for every tiny stray mark or tattered pages like it used to be when I was a student, although we are still required to look for errant mustaches drawn on historical figures. Being the collector of the precalculus and calculus textbooks for my students, this new-again procedure has afforded me the opportunity to interact individually with each student one last time before they hit the swimming pools. It also gives THEM a chance to finally write their name on the inside cover. I’m surprised how few of them ever took the time to do that originally. When I was in school, writing my name in my book was not only required, but it was like I was signing a contract for the course, making me feel a heightened sense of responsibility for its safe keeping and appropriate use. Back then, we also enjoyed looking at the long history of names that preceded ours. “Awwwww, I got a ‘dumb’ book,” we might say if we saw that 7 years previously our neighbor down the street with the barking dogs and the appliances on his lawn had our book. “Alright!! Easy ‘A’ in this class,” we would rejoice if we happened to get last year’s Valedictorian’s book. It is interesting to see the various reactions from students as they hand over their heavy tomes of information. It’s like a great burden, an immense weight has been lifted off their shoulders, and the stand a little taller afterward without their backpack weighing them down. It’s also surpising how few of them even need to use the Kleenexes I offer them as they part with there “loved one.”

Most aren’t even interested in saying their final goodbyes. I don’t hear, “So long page 273, I’ll miss you!” or “Adieu back-of-the-book-answers-to-odd-problems, you spent so many homework sessions with me.” I don’t even hear the failing student, “Adios stranger, I didn’t even get a chance to know you.” What I DO hear alot, though, is “What on Earth is a book cover anyway?” If they only knew . . .

A puzzle for the ages

May 20th 2009,

Here’s a delightful puzzle to help you get over the Wednesday hump, or maybe it will get you stuck there. Either way, delight yourself in mathematical detective work to see if you can figure it out. A member of a census organization is going door-to-door collecting information. He comes to a house where a woman answers the door. After introducing himself, he asks her how many adults live in the house. “Just me,” she replies, as the screaming and yelling of children pierce through from the living room. “I’m guessing you have children,” he astutely asserts, “how many?” “I have three, and they’re about to drive me out of my mind. How many of them do you want?” She asks back. “Um, ma’am, if you’ll simply allow ME to ask the questions,” he rudely replies. “Now if you could please tell me the ages of your three children, I’ll be on my way.” Feeling slighted, the woman becomes irritated and less cooperative. “Absolutely NOT,” she retorts. “You’re gonna have to work at it now Mr. Census man. Here’s a clue. If you multiply all their ages together, you get thirty-six.” She then slams the door in her face. The census man pulls out his calculator from his pocket and punches a few numbers, then knocks on the door again. When the woman answers the door this time, she is even more irate as the sounds of obstreperous children spill out of some hidden room in the house. “Sorry to bother you again, ma’am, but could you please offer me one more hint as to your children’s ages? “If it’ll get you off my doorstep, you should know that the sum of their ages equals the address number on the house across the street.” BAM, slammed the door. Determined to get this information, the census taker runs across the street and peers at the number on its mailbox. He again pulls out his calculator, punches a few keys, then scratches his head a bit. With a determined temerity, he knocks on the woman’s door once again. “I’m so sorry to bother you again, but I need to have just one last clue and I’ll be our of your hair for good.” (Screams emanated from inside the house) “You’re just like my oldest,” she said “unrelenting!” Then she retreated back into the house and was gone. Now the census man may not be suave, but he’s no dummy. From her last, subtle clue regarding her child’s temperament, he is able to discern the ages of each of her three children. Can YOU figure it out? Answer and explanation tomorrow. But you can’t read tomorrow’s answer if you haven’t mentally sweated over it today.

worries are freed

May 11, 2009

I am setting my worries free

Letting the sea take them

Letting the waves sweep them where they may The sound of the ocean

The calming sound that soothes my heart, my mind, my soul Worries do one no good

They bring grief and sorrow

My heart and soul want to sing and dance My mind is doing just that

So I am setting my worries free

Dropping them inside this box and letting the world take care of them

What a relief to know that I do not have to worry