The Aam Admi Blog

“Being chubby is not a sin, it’s just a body-type”, this is what I believe but my society has different prospective, they judge people (especially girls) with their figure and complexion. In my society, there is no harm in labeling or ridiculing   any one with such indecent words like mota, kala, saande, bhaada (fat, shape-less, etc)                         the irony is that the victim can’t respond towards those words, especially if it’s a girl because you will be called “ mu-path” ( outspoken) “badtameezz” ( ill-mannered), rude and much more. So what you can do is, just laugh/ smile and shot these lines in delightful way. . In short, “Bhigo bhigo kay maarna”                         And here are the lines; 1)       Hum khaty peety khandan se hain dost So, it’s cool to say such lines, as these words reflect your confidence level towards your appearance. 2)       Appearance se kia hota hai boss, isan ki soch achi honi chaheye I agree, its philosophical

Saba Qamar is one of the finest actresses, ever produced by Pakistan. She doesn’t only showcase her million dollar acting expertise within a country but across the border. Saba, “The Hindi Medium” actress, doesn’t only inspire you with her talent and beauty, but also tends to stun you with her success story.             Who knew that a mediocre girl belongs to Hyderabad, rose at Gujrawala, have no wealthy or reputed family background, had no acting legacy, would have ruled Pakistani drama industry like a queen. It was indeed her hard work, persistence, patience and passion which mold her to be an icon, but besides all that there was the linchpin, which was recently unboxed by Saba in a morning show with Farah,  Saba was asked to reveal about her first step in media industry and then she unfolded that her family was just like other middle class families, strict in rules, had limited income, restriction but she always set her goal to achieve the highest status, she desi

It is the fact that Britain royal families isn’t only loved by British but highly acknowledge and admired across the globe. It is initially their classic appearance and fashion statement with appeal man-kind. Then, their level of humility contributed a lot to stunned peeps around. And indeed, more flavors is added by the exclusive traditions, norms and values follow by “royalties” , which was and is always the matter of discussion for the admirers. Those traditions are not only different, unusual but also extravagant and fancy. And now, here, we are unveiling some veiled traditions, which would definitely leave you stun rather drool-on. 1)     Buckingham Royals celebrate 2 birthdays Yeah, it’s the oldest royal tradition, where each Blue Blood needs to celebrate the birthday twice a year. Isn’t it wow! 2)     Royal Baptize Their children are not that much simple, so likewise they are not allowed to be baptized in common churches. For baptizing royal blood, the wa

The world obsession with Prime Minister ‘Justin Trudeau’ has not yet fall of- at least for Oxford Dictionaries. The respected glossary publisher legitimately documented ‘Trudeaumania’ as a term and other exemplary Canadian words as well. Now you have a right to think that ‘Trudeaumania’ refers to the current prime minister, but it actually denotes to the late 1960s, when prior Prime Minister ‘Pierre Trudeau’(Justin’s father) enlarged popularity. The dictionary formally describes Trudeaumania as “extreme enthusiasm for Pierre Trudeau (prime minister of Canada 1968-70 and then 1980-84), especially during his 1968 elections movement and early life in bureau, or more recently his son Justin Trudeau, prime minister of Canada since 2015. Oxford Dictionaries excerpts on their website: “It’s been fascinated to see this word revived and repurposed so that it can describe ‘extreme enthusiasm’ for either father or son”. Adjudging by the element that there are Justin

I have no issues in confessing that I was brutally addicted with all these contagious social-networking websites. The strong aura of technology has chained me at worst and I was cherishing my imprisonment. At that time, I had no worries of my surrounding, gave damn to my blood ones, ignored chatters around, hush up talkies; depreciate relations at the cost of a delusional social world. Days were turning worst and night’s detest-ful but I had no issues with it, my morning bell was my Facebook notification buss and my night pray was at snap-chat. And I was happy, yeah, damn happy with it. It’s true that my life with family was dead. I was quite, less participative at home, least active at work. I was stabbed by trillions ironies those days, was questioned by my guardian, and ridiculed rather ignored by friend circle but my relation with cell phone and internet had reached to the next level. Then an unfortunate day came, smashes my indulgence. It was a day, when I was aske