Experience #TheBurnOut With Fitnasium

Healthy living is not just eating healthy and supersizing, it is also getting the right kind of guidance and training, the right workout environment and the the much needed motivation to keep going on!

Aisha AJ, the trainer at Fitnasium, is a TRX qualified, certified spinning instructor and a personal trainer, who has always been a fitness enthusiast. Passionate about fitness, she now wants to share her learning with anyone wanting to pursue a healthier lifestyle or simply just wanting to tone down their bodies!



Fitnasium offers programs that are designed to make you leaner and stronger with each passing week comprised of workouts that never get boring and personal attention that others may promise but we guarantee. Fitnasium is designed to give you the results you desire!

#TheBurnOut is one of Fitnasium’s first 5 week challenging training sessions and they are offering one-on-one training to all those who sign up!

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2nd Innings Club – SZABIST Students Get Thoughtful!

The rapid evolution in the modern world we live in has lead to us abandoning our families at various stages of our lives. We have given in to the needs of being digitally connected to such an extent that we have started to let go of the idea of human interactions and relationship bonding. This change has come to mainly affect the elderly people of our society. Almost everyday we see people abandoning their old parents only because they don’t have the time and the will to take care of them and interact with them on regular basis. During such times when we have stopped thinking about the elderly people let alone spend time with them, students of SZABIST have developed a soft corner for the ones who get abandoned.

Recently I was approached by a group from SZABIST with the name of 2nd Innings Club for their hypothetical project of launching a virtual organization catering to a cause. I have had been approached previously for such projects by the students of the same university and I still believe that for students studying business this project is the best example of proper and effective teaching methods. I got the chance to see other hypothetical companies and their launches and their youth centric approach but this particular group took me by surprise due to their cause and the target market.

2nd Innings Club is basically a hypothetically launched place for the elderly people on social media. This place isn’t an old age home where people leave their parents during their final days. 2nd Innings Club is a paradise for the elderly people of our society who deserve our utmost attention and care.

The group carried a pre launch activity at SZABIST where they made everyone write messages to the elderly people. The group generated an emotional wave in the campus by making students write to their grandparents and take out a few moments from their busy lives to think about the people who played a key role in their upbringing.Blog

Later the group went to Bint-e-Fatima, an old age home, to meet elderly people and spent some time with them.

What really fascinated me was the dedication of this group towards the cause. Even though its just a virtual project, the group had loyalties and utmost determination tied to it.

This made me realize the need of such places and our I capability to take care of the people who had taken care of us without expecting anything in return. This also gave me a chance to go out and spend some time with elderly people and find joy in their stories and laughter.

This, like I had mention in previous blogpost, is the best teaching technique for business students to learn how to work with start up ventures and strategize their brand image and put social media to proper use.

Below attached are some pictures from the groups activities during the course of the launch of 2nd Innings Club.


Writer’s Block

There comes a time in your life when you have a million thoughts stacked up in your mind, several things pending, projects in the pipeline, work waiting to be done, words waiting to be said and you amongst all those quintessentially awesome and incredibly messed up things find yourself disconnected. Detached. Its like you want to flow with all the force but everything in the obvious and obscure time and space is holding you back. To me that’s a writer’s block.

Not being able to let go, not being able to let it all out and especially when words fail me.

I found these ‘Dyslexic fragments’ in an abandoned folder in my phone.

Thought I’d share. Just for the sake of words and all that’s beyond them.


He and the entire idea of his being are two things I can never wrap my existence around. Will there ever be enough words, expressions, sighs, touches, heartbeats or moments to make him aware of that?

Will there ever be enough of me to contain enough of him?

Fuck it! I don’t need to.


Incredibly close, utterly exquisite and unbearably distant.


Your existence.


A pang of pain, a rumble in her chest.

His crooked smile that looked more like a smirk.

Shoes. Her broken heels.

The pile of their clothes at the edge of the bed. Broken pieces of glass everywhere on the floor.

Her need to break, completely. His desire to fall for a broken heart.

Will white pants go with this teal V-neck? Dilemmas.

The need of being loved. To love. Unconditionally.

For her to be his. His precious jewel.

Misery and mystery. The despicable games that can be played.

Adrenaline rush. Drugs running in the veins. Choking on the smoke from the cheap cigarrettes.

A death every moment. A death by choice.

The loss within.


Barefoot in the moonlight. A trance created by the joyous souls.

A goodbye to last forever.

The story of the night. Every other night.

The curse in the polite conversation.

The fall of the desperate kingdom of love.







“Ever thought about that perfect idea of summer?”


“It starts from this moment onwards.” She said as the waves in the sea wrapped them, sending them to a world of their own.


Ponder Over It, Yeah?

Suno, you guys wanna watch the match together at my place?” Samad yelled from the balcony of his apartment on the 3rd floor, looking at his friends playing downstairs. Raza and Ali rushed to get the popcorn and went to Samad’s house.

Funny commentary, joyous laughs over the fours and the sixes got overshadowed by a loud thud and the shaking of earth under their feet.

The three on them never found out the match’s result.


Aliya: When will you reach home?

Sahira: In a bit. On the way only.

Aliya: Come soon. Bhai’s back from his trip. Get Coke on the way please.

Sahira: Sure thing.

Aliya had only read the last text from her sister when she heard the loud thud, saw the chaos spreading with the flames and gave in to the screams of pain and plea.

Sahira lost a roof and the souls breathing under it.


“Ammi kab ayeing aap log, I’m dying of hunger.” Rizwan said. “Bas beta pohanch rahey hain, khana hi le rahey they.”

They never returned back to their sanctuary or a son awaiting to be fed.


Sana kept sneaking glances at the phone hidden under a book in her lap while watching the Urdu TV soap with her family. Her face brightened up when she saw his name flashing on the screen of her phone. She tip-toed to her room and picked up the phone. “Hello”, Zaid’s voice at the other end made her sigh in relief. “I just got my phone recharged. I missed you.” “I love you Zaid.” She confessed.

A loud blast, a house set on fire, falling of the walls, last breaths.

He never heard her voice ever again.


And a so many other stories ended today. So many shelters turned into dust which used to be filled with carefree laughs and tears of understanding. So many still struggling to live for a few seconds, hanging between life and death. So many praying for a prompt end for the pain is just unbearable.

And so many praying for they survived yet another day. For their loved ones are breathing and tucked in their beds, sleeping, dreaming… Hopelessly.

Our lives have become nothing but a number, a statistical figure to be flashed in huge fonts on the television screens, to be announced again and again by the nicely and expensively dressed news reporters and to be written on so many statuses and tweets on social networking sites.

Our sanctuaries are not safe anymore. Tonight it was them, tomorrow it will be you, me or someone we love. Think over it!

Pehle katl-e-aam sarkon pe hua karta tha, ab humare ghar hi humari qabar hain.


Project Today Day # 04 – Signs


“They asked for a sign, Adyka Lalwany, evidence that I stir within their souls, that I conspire tirelessly on their behalf, and that all is exactly as it should be.

Do you think they mean besides simply being alive at all?

Things that make you go, “Hmmmmm…”
The Universe”


It conspires, the universe, yes it does!

Ever had those gut feelings? Intuitions? Those signs coming from a source you can’t name? Those moments when your heart tells you to do it, do it without fear?


Follow that!

These signs, these spontaneous gut feelings hold a lot of importance. Take a stride and follow these signs you see along your path. Give in to them once in a while, don’t over-think. Be it an exam, a tough decision, a silly choice, a matter of few words, an event of apparent silence or a loud thud shaking your entire world, look around for clues, these hidden signs, and follow the lead.

Surprise your life for a change!

Trust me it’s going to be worth it!

Try it!

You’d thank me later. 😀