NEURO-GEN

This strange medical term has its origin from a friends vocabulary.The story starts like i discussing a husband candidate with a friend of mine and one of my male friend,named Shahid was sitting and listening.This friend is a little poor in his english and tries alot on having a power of creating a new english language ; that is as quoted by him "British English" .

I said "shadi is fun when your husband is going to become a neurosurgeon or cardiologist".Personally i dont like doctors alot as in personality wise.As they are quiet boring and the age at which they become one of the above mentioned. They become bald.But i am not against this proffession ,so no hard feelings Doc! He told my other friend in response to this,

"to marry todays girls one has to become a Neuro-gen!.Meaning and ultimate crazy guy to make a girl fall in love with oneself.What will i do?"

SO NEURO-Gen: To be what your lover wants you to be!

Deteriorating Social Values

When you open up your refrigerators door.You see the fruit being contaminated with fungus.You say ewwww.But what is the major cause of it,you not taking care of it and eating it on proper time!

yuckh.....

Similarly our social values are deteriorating. We are intentionally ignoring of whatever the harm we are getting across and stopped rebelling to the wrong changes around us.Only because we are to lazy to pull up ourselves to go to that fridge, check the food items properly, and throwing what is contaminated or eating at the right time.This harm may not be seen directly but is prevailing

and corrupting the whole generation.

For example, as a simple one, mothers who should be very careful about how media is imprinting on a child's mind are least bothered about it and are watching a 30minute drama on 4 channels ( W,X,Y,Z) at the same time.God it is so difficult to register all the clutter at the same time.How cannot you see what are you feeding your childs fragile mind.Especially the topics of marriage,divorce,prostitution,2nd marriage,love and all this crap.Khair coming back to the topic.

Then there is a class who goes on the cover of things.It is just like eating my country's cheap candy.No offense i used to eat them alot and they were mazay ki especially imilii candy; and that pure shahrukh khan kai dabbay wali imillia nd the man that used to bring ice lollies in his cooler shouting marinda,pepsi,7-pup.Then i used to pay them off in the diarrohoe i used to have :(.Infact i used to be aware of my mothers warnings but still i did.That is a sad story well.So, these people still being aware of the miseries and frustrations still pretend not knowing and do what looks sleek and classy.

Summarizing this whole point of discussion in two lines is ;

Food is the basis of life without food we are dead,This food has two roads to its destination whether stomach or mind.So if basis of life is decaying-then must be our society.

-said by Nadia Hussain

This was the concept behind my installation.If you have certain opinion about it feel free to criticize.

BON APETITE!

Photo courtesy to Rabia Ayub Bhatti.

.....and then i say why they call her a Goofy!!!

I dont know about others but when ever one is tensed or gets fits of anxiety ,he or she is prolly inclined to follow some habbit.......i cook...i always thgt cooking is an art but than writing is too.Since i am an artist tu ab i dont think it is an art.It is just a hobby .

So coming back to the topic , my jury was just tomarrow and i did not have a clue how to execute my concept.

before going on any further i shall tell to my non-arty friends what is a jury.

JURY: When in an art school your teachers come and dissect your art piece and tell you what it is and blow it infront of you and decide its future on the mark sheet .This practice of thiers is known as jury.

So i started to make this carrot cake of mine.My reciepe was 100% proved best.So like a learnt ritual i made it.In the ingreidient list their was written 1cup shredded coconut.There laid a packet in the drawer un-named .It contained white shredded something.I thougt it was COCCONUT.I without measuring emptied the whole packet in the mixture.

...45Minutes..passed...cake baked...looked like my healthy baby .

i never wanted to cut it seriously.....But it was meant to eatten.

Anyways evrybody ate.My mother did not like it as she usually does .My dad rejected it .My brother detested it by saing it has some saltish sliminess .Even i thought although it was well baked but had some sliminess.Coincidencely me and my mother were chatting in thhat kitchen and i againn opened the drawer and shrieked, " There was another packet of shredded cocconut ; why didnt you tell me before".And here it came;

"It wasnt the cocconut! it was my ISPHAGHOL.You wasted my Rs80 ka special isphaghol."

Iwas like i added a whole cup of isphaghol in the cake .That can't be it!.Another voice outside the kitchen i heard.

"....aisay tu nai kheta GOOFY...a goofy was a goofy ,is a goofy,will stay a goofy....."

So, i concluded that was the reason it was slimy.............

So the point of this story was not just to tell i had a baking disaster .What stupid story.I just wanted to say in between the lines when you are worried about anything and you cannot think or you are struck somewhere.Just do what you love to do for just a while .Trust me and you will get relaxed.Plus at the end of the day you will know the solution.I considered my experience as an adventure, a comic mishap.But it made me relaxed and when i rethougt over my jury.I just had the solution of how am i going to execute.Relaxation is the key to solutions.

Do share your experiences here if you work this way.

To how many of us does the question of acceptance matters.i am currently doing my 4th which is last year from an arts college National College Of Arts Rawalpindi.For three years i have been fighting with my parents and justifying them art as a career has been right for me.They think i wont find a good job,they don't want me to be an immoral creature.Now i am done with all this justification.Ab i wont do this anymore or let them discourage me and my practice.i am sure over 80% of all you arty people must have been through of what i have said.

Yesterday i had an argument with my mother and she just said,"i am worried about u,what will you do with your life ,art school that wasn't for you"
.My reply to her was,
".....ama y cant u accept i am special ;i am not normal ;i love to be crazy ;i am special that is why i am here...."


The best thing about art community is people are not judgmental and they accept you.Even if a man comes wearing a sari honestly they will accept him.One doesn't have to think or feel awkward or be stressful about taking somebodies approval or in a fight of proving our identity.That is why here one is relaxed about oneself .We are less conscious of our profoundity.

But in my country there lies a huge problem.Here we have a cult of doctors and engineers.They think of themselves as Gods intellectual beings.They think we are looney.We avoid using our brains.Well for them, first of all artists enjoy being crazy ; kindly don't underestimate us.Like you we hold a license to do what we want.Everybody cannot do art but US.We artists do art with a meaning .Four years are alot to earn this license.

You know what for now this acceptance is easy as i am inside my college.Outside its walls i have to make people realize and make them understand that this field and this status is not what it used to be.I cannot ignore and avoid everytime of how people say about US artists.It hurts me everytime they say something negative.Daily its a fight for me to make people understand.i suppose we all amateur practioning artists have.And i know this flame inside me is going to diminish soon because a time is near when i am going to get tired from this habbit.Habbit of making people understand that "i am an artist and accept it".