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Hefeweizen: Hallowed be thy Drink

Our Ale, which art in barrels,

Hallowed be thy Drink.

Thy will be drunk at home,

As it is in the pub.

Give us this day our foamy head.

And forgive us our spillages,

As we forgive those who spill against us.

And lead us not into incarceration,

But deliver us from hangovers.

For thine is the beer,

The bitter, the lager.

For ever and ever.


I am enjoying the flavour of my Hefeweizen responsibly in this impressive handcrafted Lismore Connoisseur Pint Glass by Waterford. Not only do the diamond signature cuts add to the experience of my favourite yeast and wheat concoction most marvellously glorified in a glass, the very shape of the glass itself impressively goes on to enhance the aroma of my drink as well.

Just so you know, Hefe means yeast, and Weizen means wheat.


Imran Abbas Naqvi – Qandeel

Sharing words by my brother whom every man and woman, regardless of country of origin ought to let sink in and ruminate upon.

"Yes, it was a very very sad day. Call me over emotional or whatever, but the murder of this poor girl was extremely shocking. I realised that a few people, although we don’t know them personally, become a part of your life through their existence, by their constant presence, and Qandeel was one of them.

The brutal murder of this young girl who ran after her dreams to get rid of poverty, who found her own ways to get noticed through her limited resources (although they were vulgar and not what people in our society approve of), who unveiled the real face of so called religious scholars was not at all justified in the name of honour! 

YET, who are we to judge anyone just because of how someone acts in public? Who knows what others, even we, are doing in the veil of darkness?

Pakistan, the nation, which scored the highest in searching for porn sites at Google can only kill women in the name of honour, but the throng of vultures who had surrounded her body when she was alive and made use of her are now left alone simply because they are MEN.

This girl could have gotten away if she was from a well-connected background and had her own links to the people in power. But her real crime was POVERTY, which made her see those dazzling dreams and took her to this point where she was strangled by a so called “gheratmand” who even took her cell phone and little cash, which was, according to this “gheratmand society” her “haraam ki kamaayi”.

Disgraceful of humans! Deplorable of humanity!"

Imran Abbas
Saturday 16th July 2016

My brother then followed it up by - 

"Things become a story of the past, and so soon. This quick change and impermanence of life actually perplexes me at times. A few days back a girl emerged in social media, became a talk of the town, she was cursed, humiliated, verbally abused, scoffed, looked down upon with contempt by the social and the electronic media, but she never stopped, and she defied all our social norms. Then, one day, she was murdered, and now, even that headline is getting stale. Life is like that – temporary, impermanent and so quickly evaporable. Alas!!!! It’s sad but true.

Waqt chalta hi rehta hai rukta nahi, aik pal mein ye aagay nikal jaata hai
Aadmi theek se dekh paata nahi aur parday se manzar badal jaata hai
Ik baar chalay jaatay hain jo din raat subha sham
Wo phir nahi aatay
Wo phir nahi aatay".

Imran Abbas
Sunday 24th July 2016


Albert Camus And Ali Zafar - Similar Minds Different Times

The Century of Fear was an article published in Combat in 1948 by Albert Camus and he said –

“The years we have just gone through have killed something in us. And that something is the old confidence man had in himself, which always led him to believe that he could elicit human reactions from another man if he spoke to him in the language of humanity. We have seen men lie, degrade, kill, deport, torture - and each time it was not possible to persuade those who did these things not to do them, because they were sure of themselves and because one cannot persuade an abstraction, i.e., the representative of an ideology. Mankind’s dialogue has just come to an end. And, naturally, a man who can’t be persuaded is a man to be feared”.

The year is 2016. The world is in utter disarray. As much as people are sure of themselves, they are also unsure, not so much because of anything in particular, but mainly due to their negligence as it is no secret that man is entirely responsible for his own ignorance. If Albert Camus had said what he had to say in those words way back then about humanity, my younger brother Ali Zafar has said more, and in words much fewer on the existing atrophic methods of the world. While Camus is Camus, our Ali is Ali, and while Camus shaped the time he lived in, our Ali is shaping the time he is living in.

In Defence of Honour was an anecdote that was published on Saturday 2:52 PM – 16th Jul 2016 on Twitter by Ali Zafar

“If women started killing us to protect their honour, a lot of us would be dead!”


Vikram Baderiya with Shraddha Baderiya

Vikram is many things to the world. Celebrity. Entrepreneur. Artist. But to me is just my best friend whom I have loved every moment of our friendship. These days it is a fancy to call people family for the sake of effect, but in a world so filled with the superfluous, you truly consider yourself blessed if you have people like Vikram in your life. Like they say a friend is a brother who was once a brother, and Vikram and Gagan are that and more family than family to me, and every year has only cemented us to remain united and together, forever. And family is like that, isn't it? We do our own thing. Love. Fight. Agree. Disagree. And yet when the time comes when brothers agree, no fortress is strong as their common life. That is how we four, Gagan, Vikram, Rahul and I are, living our lives, still, one another's strength. What's more? We never have to make it evident, we do not have to prove it, or brag about it, and that is the beauty of us - we just are!

Chotu Jr (what Gagan, Rahul and I fondly address Vikram as) is someone who will unhesitatingly give you the last morsel of his food if ever a moment arose where that was the only food left, and only one person could have it in order to survive. That is Vikram to those whom he loves, and yes, we all love him with the same ardour. Standing there and watching my Chotu Jr in the mandap filled me up with such a great sense of pride. And man, he was the hottest groom alive today and looked smashing.

Love you, Chotu Jr. Love you from the core of my heart and soul. 

Love you Gagan. Love you Rahul and love all four of us (me included) just as madly. 

Be blessed.

The third and fourth photographs of our Chotu Jr (Vikram Baderiya) taken by Chotu Sr (Rahul Karnani) and the first two by me.