Nirmal Singh : Screaming At The Stars

Nirmal The Khalistani Kuriye Loves Nihangs


i'm really too tired and still have to study to write a long post today, but did want to tell you that we had experienced aftershocks from an earthquake in get this - VIRGINIA...
i was in class, we were doing some bookwork learning about how to professionally shampoo client's har, and some chemistry on how shampoos and conditioners work, when the floor began to shake. at first we all thought that since our school is on the 2nd floor of a 3 storey building, it was just people moving about, making the floor vibrate. then it shook HARDER, and the whiteboard shook furiously. at this point we all seemed to forghet the things we were taught as kids about hiding under our desks/tables, whatever, and many tried for the exit. i called grey bard on break and she told me that she was reading, thought it was if all things, a rat, and felt the shakes. she then found out it wasn't and her mother in Pennsylvania felt it. i messaged my mum and asked her, she said she was asleep and may have felt a bang but thought it was a dream. that was very very eerie. even my syed and irfan on long island felt it as well. what were YOU doing hen it happened? did u feel it where YOU are? if you're a friend or want to be a friend, and NOT a freaky stalker, friend me and let me know your story. i'm curious to know everyone's earthquake story!


North Carolina felt the effects of a magnitude 5.8 earthquake in Virginia Tuesday afternoon.

Later in the day Tuesday several aftershocks were registered. The first aftershock was a 2.8 registered at 2:46 p.m., the second was a 2.2 at 3:20 p.m.

The U.S. Geological Survey said the 1:51 p.m. earthquake was half a mile deep and centered near Mineral, Va., about 40 miles northwest of Richmond. Shaking was felt at the White House and all over the East Coast, as far south as Chapel Hill and as far north as Ontario, Canada. Parts of the Pentagon, White House and Capitol were evacuated.

Two nuclear reactors at the North Anna Power Station in the same county as the epicenter were automatically taken off line by safety systems around the time of the earthquake, said Roger Hannah, a spokesman for the U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission.

The Dominion-operated power plant is being run off of four emergency diesel generators, which are supplying power for critical safety equipment. Hannah said the agency was not immediately aware of any damage at nuclear power plants in the Southeast.

Obama and many of the nation's leaders were out of town on August vacation when the quake struck at 1:51 p.m. The shaking was felt on the Martha's Vineyard golf course as Obama was just starting a round.

NBC-17 viewer Barbara Guillory, who lives on North Hills Drive, says she felt her house shake around 1:50 p.m.

"I used to live in California and have experienced several of them, including the Loma Prieta Quake in 1989, so I know what they feel like," Guillory said. "It was very odd to experience one here."

Cecil Nance says he felt his house in Raleigh tremour at 1:56 p.m.

"I was working on my laptop in the living room when the house began to shake," Nance recalled.

"I rose to investigate if I had laundry on. As I walked through the kitchen in noticed my cup of coffee shaking in the table. I confirmed the washing machine was not on so I walked around the house to see what may have caused the house to shake. Nothing discovered. I reentered my home and just heard on the radio that the quake hit D.C."

No injuries or damage has been reported in North Carolina at this point. Residents are urged not to call 911 about the recent earthquake unless there are life safety issues, a specific emergency or they see damage in the right-of-way that might be a hazard.

At the Pentagon in northern Virginia, a low rumbling built and built to the point that the building was shaking. People ran into the corridors of the government's biggest building and as the shaking continued there were shouts of "Evacuate! Evacuate!"

The U.S. Park Service evacuated and closed all National Mall monuments and memorials. At Reagan National Airport outside Washington, ceiling tiles fell during a few seconds of shaking. Authorities announced it was an earthquake and all flights were put on hold.

In New York, the 26-story federal courthouse in lower Manhattan began swaying and hundreds of people were seen leaving the building. Court officers weren't letting people back in.

The quake came a day after an earthquake in Colorado toppled groceries off shelves and caused minor damage to homes in the southern part of the state and in northern New Mexico. No injuries were reported as aftershocks continued Tuesday.

In Charleston, W.Va., hundreds of workers left the state Capitol building and employees at other downtown office buildings were asked to leave temporarily.

"The whole building shook," said Jennifer Bundy, a spokeswoman for the state Supreme Court. "You could feel two different shakes. Everybody just kind of came out on their own."

In Ohio, where office buildings swayed in Columbus and Cincinnati and the press box at the Cleveland Indians' Progressive Field shook. At least one building near the Statehouse was evacuated in downtown Columbus.

In downtown Baltimore, the quake sent office workers into the streets, where lamp posts swayed slightly as they called family and friends to check in.

Social media site Twitter lit up with reports of the earthquake from people using the site up and down the U.S. eastern seaboard.

"People pouring out of buildings and onto the sidewalks and Into Farragut Park in downtown DC...," tweeted Republican strategist Kevin Madden.

"did you feel earthquake in ny? It started in richmond va!" tweeted Arianna Huffington, president and editor-in-chief of the Huffington Post Media Group.

John Gurlach, air traffic controller at the Morgantown Municipal Airport was in a 40-foot-tall tower when the earth trembled.

"There were two of us looking at each other saying, 'What's that?'" he said, even as a commuter plane was landing. "It was noticeably shaking. It felt like a B-52 unloading."

Immediately, the phone rang from the nearest airport in Clarksburg, and a computer began spitting out green strips of paper — alerts from other airports in New York and Washington issuing ground stops "due to earthquake."

first day of beauty school

i gotta say, this morning, i was kind of feeling blah, and was trying to hide it. i'm feeling better now. had my first day of beauty school today., it was really interesting. i was always told that hair was dead skin cells, and learned they really aren't, they're like a tiny lim, an extension from the skin, which is comprised of hardened keratin. hair actually starts out as liquid amino acids. i also learned that my hair is going through a phase where i'll soon be shedding whilst not losing any hair, because i have double hairs together, or something like that. it's a phase everyone goes through at certain ages, although mine is ever the late starter as usual. we got our kits today, and it was quite a bit like opening ur presents on ur birthday......a whole bevvy of fun stuff to help us in our careers - brushes, clippies, mannequins, brushes, hair dryer (which they call an air former), nail implements, and more. this is going to be fun. tomorrow we will wash our mannequins hair as practice (they are rooted with real hair). i also got to chat with some of my classmates. one girl asked me about my heritage - she's i believe a mix of white and latino, and i discussed a bit about how western girls and eastern guys don't belong together and she agreed. another classmate, who also asked me to partner up with her for a class assignment is a mix of black and indian. her grandmother is/was indian. she's very sweet and has a lot of knowledge about weaving and braiding. i was so happy that she actually asked me to partner up. i'm really not used to that, as this was never the case in high school years ago! however, it makes me even more determined to do my best, and makes me feel much better about being there. and i've been perusing the hair, nail and makeup blogs and leaving compliments in the comments section for ones that inspire me.

on less sweet news, i found out that creepy felicia, one of my haters, has decided to slander me in yet another new way. she has, get this - created a SIMS storyline where her main characters are me as the villian, herself as the herione, and her indian boyfriend 'ishant' (aka tittu chand in real life). she's even got screencaps on her blog that are clearly picture of me, to a really creepy level. i mean this isn't...well, it *could* be you...she's even decided to use 'a.' as her character's name, although my name is nirmal, not alexandra. that's my cousin. and she even got the surname wrong, although both of us are related to the family with the surname she'd given. ah, yes, and the plot for her storyline? 'a.' pretends to be indian and stalks this bitch's bf, 'ishant'. the screencaps she has portray my unique face features almost exactly, and the story plot is everything she blogs where she claims i/we have stalked her, when in fact, she's been the one stalking us. plus, she STILL has the balls to call me neurotic and nuts. really. lol. this sums up felicia vaughan very well - You're just some creepy internet stalker slut who occasionally makes me laugh! "

India Independence Day (late) n parade

ebby and i decided at first to wander about in jackson heights, and we did for awhile. we then decided to change course and slip off to manhattan at ourt favourite kabob place. no sooner did we get there, than we found out there was a parade in progress of being set up. i'd forgotten that india's independence day was last week - the 15th (yes, i know, notty desi kuri here, my haters will surely have a field day with that, fuck 'em all, even the parade itself was late so phhlllllllll.). i was so busy with other shit, i'd forgotten. i forget my own grandparent's birthdays too, so don't take my memory issues so seriously. my memory just sucks at the wrong times. anyway, it was too much fun really. i was so proud, i wanted to attend this parade for years and never got to. this was kind of historic for me. i had a couple people from 'the press' come up to me and ask me to talk to them. i really don't know what press organization they were from, they just had sashes that said press on them. rani mukherjee was the grand marshall this year. i got to see her LIVE from the float, and screamed up to her, but she was having toruble hearing me because of everyone else who was cheering. she had her hand to her ear and was motioning to me though, and i tried to cheer to her again, but she still couldn't hear me through everyone else's voices. it was awesome with a capitol AWESOME anyway. i was FUH-LOOR-ED being able to see her live in front of me! she's one of my idols, and i loved dil bole hadippa that she was in. that's one of my favourite films. i also got to pose with a sexy male dandiya player/dancer, and some woman from the parade route who was marching came and kissed me on the head like a blessing. i told some sardarjis how cute they were, as they were indeed damn good looking n hairy, danced, smiled for the float people, and sc ored a small bit of free soan papdi. i even got 2 flags...a medium one and a small one. both fit nicely in my thums up and limca bottles, lol. the downside to the parade was that they seemed desperate for participants, so had alot of western women in desi clothing, and had a float supporting sonia and rahul gaandu. there were also a few strange floats - the naamdaris did their thing, but didn't see a float dedicated to the REAL sikhs, and some even stranger combo of hindu dieties and christian angels...with a mix of western women and desis. that was disgusting. the did play some great music...some a.r rahman - songs from a cd that i have (yay!), and some bhangra, though some of it was mixed with rap. the exact song the played was ar rahman's vande mataram -
it's a shame there was no red baraat, but it was great. they needed more repping our desi culture, less culty shit. i don't know if they were trying to appeal to westerners or what their shtick was, but needed improvement there. but the stuff that didn't suck...really didn't was seriously bahut vadiya and bahut masti. loved it. next year, i'm soooo THERE.


if i find any vids or images of me in the parade online, ill share them. i took some with my phone but i need a usb cord for it, so pics will come later.

Writer's Block: A stroll down memory lane
Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?

neither. my life is built on my memories, both ones that i have and the ones i have yet to make. we learn from our experiences. there are some memories that i'd love to erase, some bits of my life i'd love to erase, because they are just too painful, but even that pain teaches me. for this reason, these lessons, both good and bad, i could not bear to lose memories..old or new

DYI manicure

(exceptions being that i hope i dont drop out, and cant afford to, and that i DID graduate high school.)

anyway, the point of this post is that i couldn't do the salon this month. i couldn't go. but my nails were killing me. they were breaking and looked rather crappy. i needed to do something. so i did. i brought the salon to me. i got a battery operated nail file set (life saver!), and had an acrylic set handy. i not only filled my own nails, i managed to reconstruct a couple nails that had broken to a rather ugly degree. you know what those houses without the roofs and like bits of entire storeys missing? yeah, something like that...on a finger. not pretty. it went down like this - money is tight, nails need to get done somehow, you're going to be learning to hopefully be a nail tehcnician...or something...need any more reasons to try a DYI? nail technicians use what looks like a round sticker kind of deal, they place this thing around the top of the finger, anchoring it just around the first digit. they then take the acrylic and blot it on as though there had been nail there, it's a type of nail form for repairs. when it dries, they clip extra off, just like a nail, and remove the form from underneath. the surface you should have facing up is shiny, which helps the acrylic not stick to the form once dry. i gotta say, at least on my own nails, the clipping and the actually filling of the acrylic mess were the most challenging. the repairing wasn't so bad. i did clip the nails a bit short, but not horribly. i need to get a better clipper. note to self FFR (for future reference). i want one of those proper acrylic clippers that the nail slides in, n chomp! beautiful clip. i just have regular nail clippers which r not as easy to work with, especially with the weaker hand. in the middle of this, there was a storm outside, catface called me asking me to help him with some government phone call stuff, and mum was imming me. a lot of action, lol... it took longer than in the salon, but came out just fine. you wouldn't really know the difference, which i'm proud of. it gives me hope that if i can create stuff like this on me before i've even started class, i will even get better AFTER class, and hopefully will be able to get somewhere with this thing. waking up super early every day again doesn't exactly thrill me, but i'm told the classes are fun, and cosmetology is a career that is both fun and profitable. i like fun and profitable. i'll sweat out the 7 months if it gives me a good chance at being fun and profitable. if i get to sit and do people's nails all day, or even if i do shock myself and get good at hair or whatever, and can pass boards......getting paid to do that all day...awesome. i've tried more labrious stuff. it just wasn't in the cards for me, let's just say. I took a picture of my hands, and i unwittingly and accidently made some awesome bokeh out the window in each shot...some honest to god NIGHT SHOT bokeh which looked really fuckin cool. so i'm doubly proud of me - one for the nail job, and 2 for the awesome images. also, found out my photoshop works....still get a nag screen when i first start up, but close it and viola! i wub u cool towwent peeplez who make expensive sowtwares fweeee! u d bestest! hehehe....i mean, i like gimp. i really do. i gave it a shot, and won't ditch it, but i missed photoshop. i still have it on the netbook, but needed it on the desktop. my cd went with the rest of the storage unit when i moved, so oops. now i cant afford to replace it right now, n free is better.

various musings

hve u seen the jello pudding face ads in the subway? they range from kinda creepy to woooo i'm really skeeved out.

This advertisement won't just make you smile -- you can make it smile.

A newly-installed billboard for Jell-O constantly studies the ratio of happy and sad emoticons on Twitter, then uses the ever-changing data to make a face on the ad smile or frown.

If the majority of Twitter users are posting the :) symbol, a man's face on billboard grins. When the majority are posting the :( symbol, the advertisement grimaces.

The billboard at the corner of Grand Street and West Broadway in New York City's SoHo neighborhood is an extension of larger campaign by Kraft Foods that started with the Jell-O Pudding Face website, which gives out coupons when there are more frowny faces than smiley faces on Twitter, Adage notes.

or some trhat are even much creepier than this -

bigger file set -

and check this out...has models with face hair -

also, i found sunflower sprouts last week - they're like bean sprouts, but they're from sunflowers and tatse a bit like carrot. also, at least to me, if you put honey dijon salad dressing on them, that's the best. it's delish on them. and mauby bark drink tatses like a cross between root beer and licorice.

the final days...

why do i have a bunch of hair salon pics in this entry? i'm counting down the days (4) until i start cosmetology school. i'm really kinda siked about this thing, really. i've secretly wanted to learn cosmetology, and as i've mentioned, my mother never let me do it, especially when i lived under her roof. she had many excuses. she lives a state away now, and has finally somewhat accepted my decision. (i'd have thought she'd be happy that i wanted to be girly, but whatever.) of course, i'd still love most of all to sit and paint and sculpt n shit all day and make money but that's not reality right now. this isn't so bad, and i will probably have a lot of fun doing it. you know i'll keep you all updated as classes progress, just like i did with the security school n stuff.

also, i found a new interesting thing to try.

it's called matouk's mauby drink. havn't gotten to try it yet, but it's said to taste like root beer. interesting. found it at the key foods near catface. also, a polish woman came up to me, and started talking to me. to be honest, i had not one clue of what she was saying except that she was from poland. i just nodded and smiled, and she seemed satisfied with that. then, a while later, a white guy comes up, and notices me in my salwar kameez, commenting on how interesting my choice of dress was. i told him that i am of mix race, and i stick to my eastern roots. he sat across from me at a table in the park. he was friendly but a bit creepy, and i told him politely that i have soemone who i love very much. he is full indian and i call catface because his face is hairy and is kind of catlike in shape. he says you're happy with him? i said couldn't be happier. he seemed dissapointed, and made his way to wherever he was a going. i didnt want to offend him, but frankly was quite relieved. he made me a bit nervous.

speaking of men, sweet syed called me and said maybe around the 1st or second we'd get together. i told him the second would be better, as that's a friday, and the weekend starts. i don't want to be out late during the weekdays (or sunday nights even) because i need enough sleep to absorb these beauty school lessons and make a career so i can stop gypsying about in shared apartments around the city. the instability scares me, and sharing bathrooms and kitchens doesn't exactly thrill me. syed has offered me an apartment in his basement. the thing is that it's in long island. i'm not sure what i want to do with that idea yet. i may not have a choice, and living with him and his brother doesn't sound fact it sounds kind of pleasant, but i'd like to stay in the city if i can. i thrive more here.

oh, and that creepy bitch felicia vaughan has struck yet again. she's not only gone and made another fake blog where she now claims she's got a friend of the family named 'hanuman patel' and slanders me, and her other alias, deepali, also used to slander me and defend her, BUT she decided she'd make a fake blog where she...wait for it....PRETENDS SHE IIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS ME. lmfao. she got my surname wrong, because i have a different surname than the western side of my family, and she claims i was 'pretending to be indian since 2000'. wrong again. found out about my heritage in 2002. she also tried to write in my style and language, and whilst doing this, pretended that 'i' claimed i was full white and only pretended to be indian. mmmhmmm. now why would i put some kind of shit like that anyway. first off, i'm NOT full white, and i'd never claim i was. i'm proud to be mix, proud to have some easteren roots especially, and if she doesn't like that i won't kiss her dirty ass or the asses of her slutty inbred rhinopottamus friends, that's just too fucking bad. she shall take her freakshow and drown in the urine she was born out of. i won't back down and kiss her ass because she tries 6 ways from saturday to harrass me and she can call me 'mentally untable' till she's blue in the face, but the truth is, she's showing that she and her little trashy friends (that's her real online friends, other white whores who have relationships with eastern guys, not the imaginary friends she makes up as internet socks/shillers.)are the ones who are truly mentally unstable. they just make others laugh even harder at them and wish to throw shit in their face more. these people bore the living daylights out of me. they are so pathetic, it's routine. it's not even funny anymore. just sad and pathetic. to which i simply yawn, fart, laugh, and walk off. they deserve nothing better. i'd love to see beavis and butthead grill these bitches like steaks. man would that rock!

taking of pelham 123 reviews

taking of pelham 1 2 3 (original AND renake)

the orginal -

the orginal pelham is an equal and brilliant mix of comedy and drama. there are no romantic or sex scenes, yet the strong language makes it unexpectedly funny at just the right times. walter matthau played his part of garber, the man who basically has to save new york city. he's tough yet sensitive, which gives his character a wonderful understanding of the situation. jerry stiller is hilarious too. he's kind of the class clown, under achieving guy who manages to do a great job helping deal with the situation when he is needed this time around. he's a smart ass with curly hair. the robbers themselves wear face hair disguises, and each have their own creepy natural element. the ringleader is also british, where as the other hijackers are not. there is much suspense as the hijackers almsot seem to get the money they demand, but at the last minute are defeated, and the ring leader decides to end his life on the thrid rail after the others ahve been shot, except for the one with the money.

the remake -

the plot is similar, but does duffer in spots. garber has the past history of being a railman instead of the lead hijacker, and is forced to drive the train. also, in garbers past, he was accused of doing some shady stuff leading him to be demoted. the other hijackers are less vocal, and the one hijacker has a bandage plastered over his nose, whereas in the orginal he had severe allergies. they are also a mix of white and latino instead of all white (yes they did not make them arab or desi, amazing enough!) there is a love interest, and technology has its role as well. the one passanger on the train has a laptop and internet access (when the hell did mta get internet access down there?! didn't think that was even possible yet!) and his gf starts to strip and show him her bra in one scene. he is able to get footage on the news seemingly by unkown magic powers that be transmitting between the news station and laptop which keeps everyone else abreast of the situation, except the hijackers amazingly enough, who also have a laptop. they did not leave out any profanity, although it wasn't placed as brilliantly as in the original, so it was still funny, but a bit more expectedly. denzel wshington is now filling the shoes of garber, and does a great job with his omnipresent obama - cool - as - ice temper. john travolta is the main hijacker, and gotta say he is naturally convincing. must be because he's naturally off his rocker. not quite a tom cruise, but not an adrian brody or denzel, either. he also does not end his life on the third rail. he gets shot by denzel in the end. he also is not found in a grungy apartment flat like in the orginal. instead, garber is lauded a hero by mayor guiliani, and walks home smiling. the one hijacker has face hair, and they show a hassidic jewish there's some cuteness too.

i had orginally decided to watch both so i ncould do an excersise in comparing the differences. and there in fact were many to be had. however, i expected the remake to be totally unwatchable, and was surprised that it wasn't actually. it was pretty damn good. still liked the orginal better, but it wasn't bad. i remember my mum mentiuoning the film title ages ago, and could swear we'd wtched the orginal together, however it seems now that we didn't. i didnt remember any scenes, or even the plot, and i know i would have.

patiala house review

well, first thing out of the gate - the movie wasnt horrible, but it wasn't as great as i expected. i was having higher standards for it being that hard kaur was in it. She doesn't really speak much, and gets a really dull roll, though this is not her fault. she did was anyway, and still held a charm, even seemingly as the family runt. rishi and dimple did great jobs in their rolls. akshay was brilliant also. there was one actress, who is in real life half gori who was just irritating. she was a cross between a brit com character and a nagging desi auntie, and as cool as they may sound, it just did NOT translate well. (she's to the left of the sardarji in the pink paghri, in the picture) the plot of the film itself wasn't so bad, the music was great. really loved the music. the plot did get a bit tiresome in spots. they made reference to one character being half gori, syaing that her mother was white and her father was a sardar, though i don't think they actually showed this, which i was grateful for. the other siblings were interesting, and they did manage to keep everything else pretty much desi.

4 lions movie review

grey bard recommended this playful freakitude to me, and in utmost honesty i did enjoy it. gotta say, on the whole this film was disturbingly hilarious. disturbing because the main characters are a bunch of terrorists...or wanna be terrorists, which is more accurate. more disturbing because you actually start to feel sorry for them at various points in the film. there is a scene where the one middle eastern guy (thjere's what seems to be a mix of arab and paki/indian) dances with the really spaced out stupid white woman...and she really is, she reminds you of being a perrenial walking meth lab, and the ring leader accuses him of screwing her, though thankfully that's implied, and you don't really have a good basis of wether he just found her funny, or if they actually did have a thing going on. the ring leader himself, is white...a white muslim convert. the would be terrorists (or wish they could be, as the case seems better described), go thru a range of things in an attempt to traiun, plot, and carry out their acts. one idea from the white ringleder is to blow up a mosque in order to frame the westerners and create further rebellion. the others agree that is going too far. they see the logic to a point but decide they can't and won't do it. they do, however engage in plenty other things which range from silly to just purely insane. they swallow their phones' sim cards in attempts to not be tracked, one has pet crows which he later blows up...literally...even tells the crow that he will go to heaven. they run around at the end of the film in costumes, eventually blowing themselves up...or each other up because they had blown up something else and felt the need to repent in this way. no matter what, the film is hilarious, albeit on a disturbing subcontious level.

Four Lions is a 2010 British black comedy film. It is the debut feature from director Chris Morris, written by Morris, Sam Bain and Jesse Armstrong.[1] The film is a Jihad satire following a group of Jihadi homegrown Islamist terrorists from Sheffield, United Kingdom.

1 Plot
2 Production
3 Release
3.1 Home media
4 Reception
4.1 Critical response
4.2 Box office
4.3 Accolades
5 References
6 External links

[edit] Plot

A group of young Muslim men living in Sheffield have become radicalised and aspire to become suicide bombers; Omar (played by Riz Ahmed), the leading member who is deeply critical of Western society; his dim-witted friend Waj (Kayvan Novak); Barry (Nigel Lindsay), a bad-tempered White convert to Islam, and naive Faisal (Adeel Akhtar), who tries to train crows to be used as bombers. While Omar and Waj go to a terrorist training camp in Pakistan, a reluctant fifth member, Hassan (Arsher Ali), is later recruited by Barry. Although the visit to the training camp ends in disaster, in which Omar accidentally misfires a rocket and kills his fellow jihadists by destroying the camp, he uses the experience to assert authority on his return to Britain.

The group begins acquiring materials for making improvised explosives, but have a great deal of disagreement about what to target. In their debate, Barry wants to bomb a local mosque as a false flag operation in order to "radicalise the moderates," but Omar considers this idiotic. After Hassan compromises their secrecy by allowing a neighbour into their safe house, the team must transport their volatile explosives to a new location. Faisal accidentally blows himself up after tripping over in a field, resulting in a row among the remaining four, who temporarily separate. They reconcile, however, and Omar decides to target the London Marathon.

Wearing various costumes to conceal their explosives — Omar as the Honey Monster; Waj as a man riding an ostrich; Barry as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle; and Hassan as an inverted clown — they prepare to blow themselves up. Waj begins to express doubts about the rectitude of the plot, but Omar convinces him to go ahead. Hassan loses his nerve and tries to give himself up to the police, but Barry detonates his bomb using a mobile phone, killing him and alerting the authorities to the remaining three. They split up and after a fiery confrontation with Barry, Omar realises he has led his unwitting friend, Waj, into something he does not want to do, and sets off to make him change his mind. Omar eventually contacts Waj via his mobile phone, but is attacked by Barry, who swallows the phone SIM card. However, Barry begins to choke on it, causing a passer-by to carry out the Heimlich maneuver and detonate his bomb.

Waj is cornered by police and takes a kebab shop hostage. Omar manages to borrow a phone and attempts to talk Waj down. However, his call is interrupted by a police raid in which they shoot a hostage after mistaking him for the bomber. With Omar's call lost, Waj detonates his bomb. Distraught, Omar walks into a nearby pharmacy and detonates the final bomb. It is revealed later that Omar's brother has been arrested and held captive by the police due to being a suspected terrorist, even though he is innocent and peaceful; that the police deflect responsibility for shooting an innocent mistaken for a bomber during the marathon; and that Omar and Waj killed Osama Bin Laden, who was present during the accidental attack of the training camp in Pakistan.
[edit] Production

Morris spent three years researching the project, speaking to terrorism experts, police, the secret service, and imams, as well as ordinary Muslims, and writing the script in 2007.[2][3] In a separate interview, he asserts that the research predated the 7 July 2005 London Bombings:

"It was an attempt to figure it out, to ask, 'What's going on with this?' This [the "War on Terror"] is something that's commanding so much of our lives, shaping so much of our culture, turning this massive political wheel. I was wondering what this new game was all about. But then 7/7 hit that with a fairly large impact, in that we were suddenly seeing all these guys with a Hovis accent. Suddenly you're not dealing with an amorphous Arab world so much as with British people who have been here quite a long time and who make curry and are a part of the landscape. So you've got a double excavation going on."[4]

The project was originally rejected by both the BBC and Channel 4 as being too controversial. Morris suggested in a mass email, titled "Funding Mentalism", that fans could contribute between £25 and £100 each to the production costs of the film and would appear as extras in return.[5] Funding was secured in October 2008 from Film 4 Productions and Warp Films, with Mark Herbert producing. Filming began in Sheffield in May 2009.[6][7]

Morris has described the film as a "farce", which exposes the "Dad's Army side to terrorism".[8] During the making of the film, the director sent the script to former Guantánamo Bay detainee Moazzam Begg. Begg has said that he found nothing in the script that would be offensive to British Muslims. The actor Riz Ahmed also contacted Begg, to ask whether the subject matter was "too raw". When the film was completed, Begg was given a special screening and said that he enjoyed it.[9]


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