tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60690852012-01-19T07:24:43.625+05:00اس بلاگ میں کچھ چیزیں آپ کو بہت نظر آئیں گی، وہ ہیں میں، میں اور میں۔F@dzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12751574730714508758noreply@blogger.comBlogger1361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069085.post-22107280522961668182011-05-10T16:18:00.001+05:002011-05-10T16:18:17.360+05:00

Thinking.....!!!!!

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life will remain be there to spend..no matter caps are on or off...When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill

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An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.He asks one of his new students to stand and.....Prof: So you believe in God?Student: Absolutely, sir.Prof : Is God good?Student: Sure.Prof: Is God all-powerful?Student: Yes.Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who

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How to make a woman happy?It’s not that difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be:1. A friend2. A companion3. A lover4. A chef5. A carpenter6. An electrician7. A plumber8. A mechanic9. A decorator10. A stylist11. A driver12. A gynecologist13. A psychologist14. A pest exterminator15. A psychiatrist16. A heater17. A good listener18. An organizer19. A good father20

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Dedicated to my Dinky 2:Purani meri car haiChalana dushwar haiiss mai bethna to dur ki baatissay dekhna baikaar haibas tariq road tak lay chalmere dil mai machi hai halchalkarti hogi wo intizaarjo mera pehla pyar hailolzzzzzzzAaj bilawaja he pyar aa raha hai apni purani dost pay. I thought to dedicate a song for my dear.

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My friend's brother did that in his bedroom. Wow it looks amazing. But he drew and painted that all by himself. I want this in my bedroom too...

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Yesterday an Excise Inspector came to my home and informed me that I need to have valuation of my new home. And he told me that if I go for a fair way then I’ll have to pay 35000 every year to tax department but if I can pay him under the table then he will reduce it to 3 to 4 thousand per year. Bhala batao kia zamana aa gya hai. Sitting on my sofa drinking a glass of chilled 7up when he asked

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ایک جنازہ دیکھ کہ ایک لڑکی مسکرایَ ۔ ایک بابا جی بولے "بیٹی جوان موت پہ مسکراتے نہیں"۔ لڑکی: بابا کیا کروں؟ وعدہ کیا تھا جب بھی ملیں گے مسکرا کے ملیں گے۔۔۔۔۔۔

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One fine usual morning my Manager came to office and like every other day he put off his jacket and hung it to his locker and after shaking hands with everyone he went to his cabin. Almost in a shouting way he called upon my name and said “Fahad come here I have got something for you”, when I reached to his cabin, he showed me a wrapper of something which was then very new to me just like a

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its a superman!its batmanits a spiderman!no its kakapooooo!

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Eid has been passed away and may be i had a worst time of my life in that eid, my younger brother had an accident on first eid night. And it was those which are un forgetable. He is recovering by the Grace of Allah and leaving back for dubai tomorrow after opening ceremony of his sticthes which he got from that accident.Need prays.

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میں اپنے ڈیپارٹمنٹ کا اسسٹنٹ مینیجر ہوں اور اپنے کام کے معاملے میں بہت سخت بھی ہوں۔ کسی کے ساتھ کوئ رعایت نہیں برتتا بات اگر اصول کی ہو تو۔ میرے اپنے کچھ اصول ہیں جن کے ہاتھوں میں اکثر خود بھی قربان ہوتا ہوا آیا ہوں۔اپنی اسی عادت کو لے کے رات کو سونے سے پہلےاکثر جب میں ۱۰ منٹ سیلف اسسمنٹ پروگرام کے تحت اپنا مواخذہ کرتا ہوں تو ذہن میں کئ میرے ہاتھوں ستم اُٹھاے ہوے سٹاف کے لوگوں کے چہرے گھوم جاتے

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One wonder but I hate winters. And as compare to winter I am kindda fond of summer. My mums always used to say that summer is the season of poors and winters are only for rich people. So rain in the middle of summer season gives me a thought that summer is about to say goodbye and thinking about winter…huuuuuuuu. I went for shopping and ended up buying a fascinating unstitched fabric for a jacket

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I see, I hear...but don't Speak.I do, I don't...but don't 'get done'I cherish, I renounce..but don't announceI celebrate, I disregard...but all alone!I love, I hate..but only in my heart.Whatever I do, is not what I wanna do, whatever I am, is not what I really am.

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Its 04:05 am and i am in my office, just wanted to get rid of my internal anger which is increasing in every minute, because my collegue noman khan ullo pathan is getting very sleepy but refusing to goto sleep. Atually we share the whole long night by taking couple of hours sleep one by one. But its 4 already and i am asking him to take some sleep and hes asking me the same thing. Night shifts

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Last night when i laid down on my bed and tried to recall my memories some thousand of faces and names jumped in and it was like i am watching a movie with different charecters in it...this post is dedicated to my lost friends...Salman..he was a brilliant student at school, i remeber that he got A1 position in his matriculation but he amzed me that day when he came to me and told me that hes

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simat simat, nazar nazar, phudak phudak, bilak bilakkahan khatam, ulajh ulajh, wahan talak wahan talakmai jo bay lub, ufaq ufaq, akhir talakjunoon e bay naam, rah guzar, her dagarmauj e shoq mai bhatak bhatak, nagar nagarself recognization, kami kami, gumshuda bhurarmai jo bay nishan, jabar jabar, matak matak, falak falaknahi aaj say, chipak chipak, tapak tapak, rapat rapatROFL

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Manzil qadmoon ki mohtaaj hai, until you dun give it a walk you cannot reach your destination. Maqsad amal ka mohtaaj hai, until you don’t go for it you cannot get what you want. Jeet haar ki mohaataj hai, cuz until you don’t learn to loose you won’t learn to be a winner. Pyar lafzoon ka, justujo iraday ki, zindagi saansoon ki, dosti sachayi ki, kaamyaabi khuwaaboon ki aur miracles duwaaoon kay

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14th August have been passed, I decided not to write anything on that day for the reason that I was all broke down, it was just another day for me. I had a work day; I got stuck in a major traffic jam on my way back home at Shahrah-e-Quaideen. Raeth was doing a road concert at tomb of our national hero Quaid-e-Azam on blast high speakers singing the song, bhula do bhula do. For a lost moment

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Today I went to SUPARCO for an official meeting. That is undoubtedly one of the biggest moments of my life. Attending an official meeting at a very sensitive Government’s department is a big deal for me. The office was awesome they took our National ID Cards and kept our cell phones for security reasons at the entrance. Anyway we had an agenda for that meeting and I am very glad that the heavy

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So, finally the new company which I’ve joined is about to get underway on10th of August, that is gonna be a big day for me, because I have been involved in setting up my whole office, now I am hoping that after 10 years I will be called as the BABA ADAM in this company :). My all colleagues are very nice and I am glad that I have found some old colleagues from my previous work place in this

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Last night I was sleeping (*trying to sleep*) different noises including rainstorm, traffic, depressing sound of the fan and ridicules from some luchay-lafangay type of guys down the streets they were all like mixing up together to make some strange but familiar voice and it wasn’t allowing me close my eyes. I was just looking intently at the roof and I perceived a thing that…..that my room needs

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http://www.makkadman.com

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Something to eatsomething to drinksomething to laughsomething to breathsomething to talksomething for everything...theres always something for everything...what is best suit for SOUL?

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*r*i*n*g r*i*n*g**** HelloMe: Hello***: Can i cpeak to Marium?Me: No.***: Why?Me: Cuz shes making tea 4 me.***: Ye kia baat hui?Me: Wrong number dial krain gi to aisi he baat hogi.***: Oh sorry.Me: No problem*t*o*o*n t*o*o*nI told my mama about that, n she couldnt stop smiling...Mama u r so mean, u should laugh upon that one

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Apne Maazi ke tasaavoor se hiraasa hoon mein (hiraasa : pareshaan)Apne guzre hue ayyaam se nafrat hai mujheApni bekaar tamanaaoo pe sharminda hoonApni be-sood umeedoo pe nidaamat hai mujhe (be-sood : useless)

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Well I think that I am an artist and what made me think that is few days back one of my office colleague was searching Logo designing at internet to get some idea for making one of his own. I found him totally messed up and decided to help him out, I just simply went to his table and started to comment over everything after sometime he was just hi-fiving with me on my every comment. And he said

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Long time without words...I really do not remember when last time i posted i know i have lost many friends and readers from my side but all I wanna do right now is to write something. I have forget my style, i have forget many other things what i used to do to express my feelings to my keyboard. But well...eeee i hate myself when i left my sentence incomplete. Actually there is a major reason of

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56th B day of stoopidity yeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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There is a life time shelled in each moment ....Some may perhaps live their life times in just one moment and some left incapable to live this one moment in their whole life times. I don’t know what we have earned and what naught. At times i used to encompass that much gladness that I couldn’t possibly handle it and now...I’ve nothing left to loose.

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Haan really Zenia, me nay to kai baar aisa hotay dekha hai k mujhey being a person apni identity ko chupa kar gum kar k wo kaam krna para jo mesay me k related ones nay expect kia. What am i? What am i doing? I know nothing, all i know is that me wo machine hoon jis ka control kuch aisay logoon k hathoon mai hai jo mujh par "hmara apna" honay ka huq jatatay hain.Me bhi buhat successfull hota, sab

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I was in search of a newly born kitten to adopt. One of my friends told me that his Persian cat is about to…hehe. Yeyyyyyyyyyyy now I will also have a nanya monya kitten. Please pray for me cuz I want a cutelo white kitten naught else. I am so excited I just cannot wait.

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Aaaaa I have to wake up in the sehri but hell, soun ga to uthoon ga na. Ummm so how about writing something on my new job's experience. Actually, that little thing happened to me on my 10th day of Job, I am still not very much familiar to Customer services tips and tricks but still one of my colleague appreciated the way I dealt that day.Me: Thankyou for calling ______. How may I help you.***:

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I am dressed in iron attire.Naught can hit me and if can hit then can’t hurt me.So my beloved I am ready for you to hurt me becauseI know my eyes are unearth,uncover to see the whole world,to see everything I n you do.Since I’ve observed one thing very profoundlythat the factual pain is the one, which is carried by the vision.Do something sweetheart,do anything,which bring me the pain.I am

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Yupppyyy hehe aiwai. Tonight I am in a very excellent frame of mind, have loads of picky reasons but do not want to reveal any. Tomorrow may be I am going to Dreamworld with my friends let’s c I am not in mood, cuz I am one of those jinhai roza buhat lagta hai L. Chalo lets see I know friends will take me forcibly with them.So people keep asking me about my age, as far as I commit to memory I’ve

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2nd Oct....celebrations?

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Now days Mr. Me is very busy in his new job. Working at Pizza Hut is really worthy but very hard-hitting as well. But today I had another interview at Star Technologies I went there and marked the signs of assertion. I am perplexed what I supposed to do. Working with Star is my aspiration but I am feeling well settled at Pizza Hut as well. Well let’s see I gotta be hang around till Monday since

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Weather is very much okay today. It's bin showery since break of day relentless and continue.Day gone by was pretty fine for me cuz my best friend's got 77.3% and promised to give me a treat on Monday. I wanna make Monday the special day for me, cuz that person is bin so exceptional for me. Sunday always brings lots of memories to me. Because it is my past, which gave me such friends true, honest

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HoHoHoHoHo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ............................

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So this time I got it all that right so forget abt the previous ramadhan post :p. This is my first post for the ramadhan. Like it? Adios. {what r u scratching? its a clear adios this time :p}

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Hmmm so everybody is writting stuff and things about Ramadhan, that also makes me write something about Ramadhan. But as I know that I am not very good at following things :( so I'll try I just can say that I'll try. 6 has been passed and hopefully 24 are left. I used the word hopefully cuz it happens so often here in Pakistan that we have to watch and listen "chand nazar aa gya" "chand nazar

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Here is something from my diary, some my randomn thoughts jo kahin say bhi shroo nahi hotin aur kahin bhi khatam nahi hotin......Actually i am talking to someone in this part, naam rehnay dain, naam mai kia rakha hai? :P naam kuch bhi ho, yeh mai kissi say bhi keh sakta hoon :) haan agr woh uss waqt me k samnay na ho to.....""pta nahi yeh pagal pun kahan lay ker jata hai, kash hum yoon he rahain

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A cowboy was herding his cattle in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?" The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie

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Hey life how u doin? Remember me??????? Aaahhh dun say that u dont, dun ask 'why' coz surely my answre would be that 'it hurts :('." Yeah it does hurts a lot if someone tells u that 'no excuseme i dun remember u, i dun remember ur name who are u where do u belong?' Hmmmmmmm people 'n readers dun take me as insane i am very much the same Karl who lefts this world of diarying sometimes ago. I dun

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Hmmm, I guess this is the longest gap I took to write another post after my previous post, I am not gonna check it again but I guess i wrote the last post on 21st of July and now today, its 5th of August. Hmmm, lots of happenings have been done in this long duration of time. But first of all I wanna open up the sesame for that big news for me which I talked in one of my previous posts. I didn't

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**Edited** Tonite i met a so called Shah Sahab, he asked me that do i know that in how much time ALLAH made this world, i answered according to my belive that in a moment or so, I mean ALLAH can do anything in less den a second if ALLAH WANT to, he replied in a question that how much Ive stdudied, I said, ok go ahead tell me if u know he said that in 6 days ALLAH made this world. Ehem I mean i

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Hmmm, aaj kal I am too busy, really not getting time to see the face of my PC, so its confirmed that how can I write anything. Well, I will remember the time forever that how the time trapped me in the circle of itself. Well, I am not here to beat the bush about my busy schedule, just here to count that time.  Anyway, will count it according to my standard (:p I know not a good one). It happens

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Someone did sent it to me on my exams :) Fun things to do in a final exam that you have not studied for, and you are going to fail the class anyways! Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out. Bring cheerleaders. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (

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A big news is ahead of me, won't expose it until I'll get confirmed by myself about it. But i had been waiting for that since a long duration of time. Will write about that as soon as I'll get confirmed. Please remember me in prays. Adios.

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I am really in a mood to Shukrum Shukrum Shukrum, cuz I have nothing to write, but still I came here to make this date to be remember whenever I will come again. It will also be counted in the end. In the end means Shukrum Shukrum Shukrum, hey guys no need to find that word in any dictionary, coz I haven't uploaded Karl's dictionary as yet. You guys would be in a lot of trouble if u ever dare to

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Last week my younger brother Sameer AKA Sam was admitted in hospital. That really was a shocking incident for our family, hmm actually he got gastric problem initially when doctors asked us to admit it after getting free from emergency ward. Yes it is very much true that we had to take him to emergency coz he was having a severe pain in his stomach :(. He has spend his whole three days under that

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**edit** Hey **Saffron**, I hope u must b satisfy with that one? :) Actually guys, she complaint that "karl, cant you do a simple post that i can understand..1st u do urdu, now deep stuff..please", so i guess i am playing my part. Its only human being who are in this world to keep every body's heart. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder ? what you are. Up above the world so high,

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Yeah I know that I have written so many wiered posts, but woah I am not here this time to appoligise for anything I have written. Actually, I am here coz I thinks that now there is a time when I must give my SOUL some chance to write and share something, coz it was relishing me since few days kay "Uncle now its my turn". Me: hmmm ok go ahead say something. Me Soul: Hola! Thanks! Last night i

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My Uncle stated this little defination day before yesterday while he was in a very funny mood, but then the outcome of my own thoughts and observation make me believe that only a 50+ years experience of my uncle helped him sort the correct meaning out of this beloved country of ours. If the founders of pakistan brought it into existance in the old times and Hatim Tai was the citizen of Pakistan

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Anything But Ordinary Avril Lavigne Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out I laugh myself to sleep It's my lullaby Sometimes I drive so fast Just to feel the danger I wanna scream It makes me feel alive Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breath? Somebody rip my heart out And leave me here to bleed Is it enough to die? Somebody save my life I'd rather be anything but

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LOL, I was just visiting Aasiya's blog. She was wishing that 'I wish I was a guy'. Man! lolzzz I also do wish the same but I wish I was a girl. I mean look at girls, God made them into existence from man's skull. And now they are doing production instead of men. Man are free of that responsibility now. Women, I mean now doing the part but we guys, hell to us, we can't even do anything like the

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Msn Messanger sucks!

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Hmm, so it is so often that many people asked abt some of the hidden truths of my life which are not actually as hidden as they should be like I am talking about my love affairs :). Hmmm, from where should I begin, long list of names and with every name there is a long story attached which is marked with "handle with care and fragile" and so on like that. So I guess I should write some of my

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Last evening I was walking along the road with my shadow g. I was whistling some nice romantic song, suddenly I saw a beautiful young kid of around 3 years. He saw me playing that whistle, stopped me and said "Uncle please gimme that whistle?" I got shocked at his hell innocent demand. I laughed loudly and said "dear u have to pick it by yourself from my mouth" and got closer face to face. He

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Hmm, the day is superb so far in fact I should say till the end cuz its 4 of midnight and man I have some work to do. Imtiaz's computer is in front of me and it needs re-installation, did i ever tell anyone that how much I keep myself busy in all kindda social activites? Its so true. My mama, sisters and brothers always trying to find a minute in a day to talk to me freely, but hell to my

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Well Mohsin Naqvi, from him as i said in my web page that "About Mohsin Naqvi, well he's a champ, u can read of him and tell me, that how is he? To me he just need one thing for improvement and that is nothing." Anyway, that was some official type of comments of mine for him :) now lets get back to disscuss some unofficial. Few days back a wave of craze born into one of my friends Farhan about

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I'd come online at MSN after so many time, but hell to my firewall settings, it helped me dissconnect baray piar say. And i got amaze to saw that there were many friends online at that time :(, darn, they all must be thinking that i got offline by myself, hell its not true. Oh lord help me! I will never get online again!

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Alright, ppl im back, caution first of all that header doesnt have anything to do with that post, so forget abt it. So often i thought to write something which i really wanna write, but then i found myself unable to do so. Coz i have one thing in my mind that this is the world of all sorts of ppl, who have different kindda minds. I am confused, therefore, that wheather i ought to write what i

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Alright, so atlast the marriage has been done, just Walima is left. Hmmm, anyway, no more wedding talks now, man I am sick of the word wedding. Can't calculate that how many times I'd listen to that darn word since few days. Ab to mama khanay ka pochti hain to mai kehta hoon kia???????/ aan aan, I am stuffed, can't bear any more, jahan bhi gaya hoon PEPSI peeni pari hai. Don't know why they

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Long time, no c, yeah I know. Actually, got stuck in the preparation of my friend's wedding. Yet to over but somehow I manage to come to my blogger. So days are passing in distributing Invitation cards and nights are in differnt kinds of parties. Last night I went to Al-Khyber Restaurant behind Shah Ghazi's Tomb. Food was great but guys were so boring, actually that dinner party was some kind of

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A very violated and sad noon was of yesterday, ruined the peace of our beautiful city Karachi. :( A bomb blast in a mosque of karachi killed 14 and wounded some of more than 200 people. It happened in the mosque which is inside the premises of S.M college, the basic educational point of our Quaid and I also have done my intermediate from that college. This is a very sad moment. It all happened in

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Hahaha~~~~ Guess what happened? I put a tracker code to my blog yesterday from extremetracking so i thought i ought to check my statistics today, therefore, i opened the site few minutes ago to check the come and gos. Someone typed ullo ka patha at yahoo and searched for it, results at yahoo showed me on the top, hahahahaha. Everyone can check the link. Isn't that funny???? lol

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Alright, a very hot day was of today, and now a start of a very dull evening. :( Anyway, since morning I am having a very horrible feeling that I should have measure my height and waist once again, coz till last night I was feeling OK, when today's morning remind me that I have to go out to pay that damn Challan of my car. So I was talking why a strange thought came into my mind of rechecking

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Some many thousand years ago there was a guy named Che Hawwa Hawwa, he was not that much rich, but still he owned a very beautiful and sensitive heart and he was well known for his kindness, affection and love towards every other human being. So the story came into existance right after when he saw a girl named Lady Garcia in some engagement party of his friend. Che Hawwa fell in love right

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Alright, a new noon, a brand new me, with brand new stupid thoughts of me. When I said stupid that means stupid to others not from me, coz as far as my concern I guess I feel alright and thinks right too. But darn that happens so often that people's perception or their way of getting things are getting worst day by day. This is because now days everybody thinks that "Time is money", that is why

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There is no life without wife. I say thats all rubbish, I mean if there is no life without wife than what the hack am I doing at the moment???

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I had a very happy and peaceful day of yesterday, coz Wasif, my childhood friend came to meet me. We really had a great time togather in our early childhood days. We actually were school mates but got apart after completing our school level. Then we choose different colleges for further more education and got stuck in our life problems. We refreshed our memory for hours and enjoyed very much. He

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Allright, I am Back Again with No Strings attached this time. :) Thanks everybody for their wishes. Lotta happenenings have been done in that absence. Well this is life, nothing gets stopped with anyone's absense. Commitment to the life and routines of life holds more importance than any thing else. Everybody have to live according to the life rules, I mean if there is a monkey and he wants to be

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A quite painful day was yesterday, I am having a severe pain in my back since couple of days. The reason is a sadistic story, actually I got involve in an accident of my car. Front axel came out due to that accident and now my car is in workshop for repairing. That accident happened on Friday, means its almost a week since I am CARLESS, not careless but car less. Day before yesterday I missed my

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Am the dust of earth, let your feet kiss me; Am the star of sky, don't touch me. Am the depth of sea, u can't see me; Am the smell of a rose, don't spread me. Am the sound of storm, don't hear me; Am the last drop of wine, don't drink me. Am the craze of patriotism, don't ignore me; Am the passion of a lover, don't deny me. Am the voice of freedom, u can't debared me; Am the memory of lost

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I don't sleeps in noon very often, but today I had to sleep coz I was so tired did nothing at all, that's why. Anyway, I saw that my younger brother sameer driving a train in which we are traveling, suddenly the train lefts its track and started running on grass nearby. And we got save from having an accident, cops came and spread all over in the train, enquiring about that accident and all the

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All the world is a stage and all the men and women merely players Add ons: All the world is a stage and William Shakespeare is gone passed. All the world is a stage and Karl starts from k but dont ends at l. All the world is a stage and all the people the players. All the world is a party and all the men and women merely gate crashers. All the world is a stage and Bill Clinton is the main

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Atlast I am back. Back from deserts of Al Pachino, Mountains of Igloo, trees of Changa Manga, Lakes of Africa, dreams of my brain, thoughts of Uncle Tambaktoo. Lahol Wala :( What the hack was that, a nightmare, some kindda Twister, some disastrous flood or some horrible earth quack. Anyway, whateva` was that, truly a bad time for me. Actually, from past week I was noticing that some sites aren't

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A very hot and long noon of 30th March. I am thinking on a very serious matter and I am very confused. And in this confusing state I've already drunk 2 cup of teas after having my breakfast and lunch and 2 bananas alongwith 2 cigarettes. Actually this happens to me very often that whenever I feel my self in any kindda trouble I feels hunger more than normal. Anyway, the matter infact the question

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Well now days my beloved city Karachi is under great influence of elections for the seats of Nazim. According to my point of view we Pakistanis never could be able to comeover our mediocre conditions. Our poor citizens, our poor civilization, our financial crises, unavailability of jobs etc. But government has never showed any attraction for the steps of betterment. I red earlier in the evening

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Yesterday I went to meet a friend of my friend, won't publish the name. But the case of him is already being published in every major Newspaper of Karachi. He a Police inspector infact he was a Police Inspector, caught in a fraud case of leading a whole team of making Artificial currency. Only God knows the truth. Long Live Pakistan. On our way to that Police station, i stopped my car in a

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Another story for FM and other kids. That was a long time ago when I was a kid, and i love to read story book of GINs Fairies and he-man's etc.. I used to spent my whole of the time in reading stories and my source of inspiration was Ibn-e-Safi, he was very good at tellin stories. He told me that "Beta, look there are many thousand kinds of fishes, Whale, Shark, paplate and many more, and every

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Well how sad it is, that the cute eyed girl on the left of my blog is a chick in someone's point of view, I won't publish the name, otherwise bad prays will keep following me till the death. But one thing is for sure that I am still wishing good for that person. BB says 'kay aankhoon ka paani mer gaya hai aaj kal kay lerkay lerkion ka', but all i showed to BBs that, the water is still alive in

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In last few days an interesting thing happened wid me, I am not discussing it here, coz may someone don't like that, but I hope my message will be conveyed however by that post. I never mean to betray with anyone, don't know why, dil to chahta hai kay sab ko dil bhar ker baywaqoof banaon, but I don't do that very often :). I never tried to breaks any one hearts, but still I proudly have some of

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I calls her MAHNOOR. Oh GOD did i ever see such a doll before in my life? She talks like angels, she looks like angels, she walks like angels, she sings like angels, GOD OH GOD KARL IS IN LOVE WITH HER. hahahaha. Adios with the sweet memories of her.

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On sunday's very sad evening I went to meet my one of best friends, Salman. First of all lemme clear that he is my good old schoolic friend. And second of all is that he was undoubtedly the most intelligent of us all, and the proof of that he got the highest percentage in the 10th grade's result. He was a total differnt kindda person, he has many complains about his life and from everything which

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Hud say berhnay laga zulm ka silsila Dil nahi lag raha, dil nahi lag raha Uss nay ahwaal poocha to main nay kaha Dil nahi lag raha, dil nahi lag raha Shehar mai to meray jitnay bhi yaar hain Sab giriftaar hain, Sab giriftaar hain Kiss ko maalom ho kaun ho kab riha Dil nahi lag raha, dil nahi lag raha Main bhi paaband hoon, woh bhi paaband hai Raastay band hain, raastay band hain Ab to mumkin

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Dreams, Khuwab, Sapna don't know what what? :) I have a belief that dreams will come true some day for sure. I've heard many things about dreams. BB says; First of all lemme clear the meaning of BB, BB means BARAY BORHAY, its a Paki stuff, foreigners are not invited to use their 8 GM. Alright, back to the topic, BB says that "If u have a good dream, go and tell everybody as soon as possible, but

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Those who could takeover their NAFS are MARTYRs of KARBALA. Those who only loves ALLAH are MARTYRs of KARBALA. Those who only loves MUHAMMAD (SAW) are MARTYRs of KARBALA. Those who never died are MARTYRs of KARBALA. Those who sacrifsed their lives in the name of ALLAH and his last NABI (SAW) are MARTYRs of KARBALA. And Those who will live forever are MARTYRs of KARBALA. Adios World.

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*SINGS* You are da duck of my dreams In my heart, I believe All alone, in my roam I wishing that u were here widout u, in my arms I am holding back all of the tears Widout u in my life I'll never be satisfied. Information Name: Duck of my dream. Age: Sweet 16 Eyes: Red Complexion: Black Lives: A pond of tears near by my heart. Status: Single Body Status: 5", 32", 26" Eats: Worms Sings: I will

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I am clear with all the messed up problems. Special thanks to FM for her kind help, and for the replying post she wrote. Thank u Tora for ur comments and yeah i will gonna check those forum's links too. In de end lemme thanks to ALLAH that he made this muddy body of mine into MUSLIM. OH ALLAH i am sure that u kept an eye over me since the day i born, since when i walked on knees, since when i

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First of all lemme remind the world, that this is my blog, its nobody's magazine or anybody's dining table, its my very own blog and that is it. I mean i can change the topic whenever i feel like and i can do anything i want. So I am changing the topic, will continue abt my friends some other time. The new topic is Muharram, abt Muharram. First of all HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of the muslims. Hmmmm..

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Today is Sunday, a free day. Lots of thoughts and memories are dancing over my head and kicking me time to time and making the mess of my head. As one thing is for sure that this kind of condition overcomes me whenever I am stuffed. So its better to write some here and make myself light a bit. I wrote about my childhood in meray bachpan kay din in the month of January-2004, now this time

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Wasn't that? yep! Hmmmm.. Thats all i did when Waqas (my younger bro, another 4 eyed) told me that a biker hit his car, but thanks to GOD, no scrathes over our brand new car. (Weak later.) Weldone, bravo, keep up the good work. Again, i said that yesterday when he told me again that a biker hits his car and this time serious injurious to the car and now "I am going to call to the showroom for

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Wow, I already have put a heading on my post and now I am thinking that it could be any band's new album name. :) (Caution: The heading don't have any relation regarding to this post). Anyway, was busy, waisay bhi I've noted that no body even try to asks me "kay bhai kahan thay aap". Anyway :). My conscience forced me earlier to not to write tonight, and voices from inside was kay "abay ullo 2

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Today is 14th of February. I heard sometimes ago about some Saint Valentine and I thought then "what the heck", the saint is dead and stupids still following his stupid rulz. Flowers giving day, valentine cards, mess of the pocket money, iz that everything to be call as Valentine day? Well abt dead Saint Valentine, he must be having punishment in the hell, and angels must be saying to him "oye

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Thanks to GOD that mobile day is over now. I am calling the day of yesterday a mobile day, which went very fast and in so much happenings. I must say that THE SUN of 10:00 in the morning is a must see thing, and I saw it yesterday after so much time, since its bin my routine to wake up at 1 or 2 of the noon :). Lots of traffic on the roads always freaks me out and same happened yesterday's

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Ahhh.. ummmm. ummmm *busy in eating kheer* :) I was feeling very hungry, that is my problem since ages that I feel hunger very much, especially when I am in a very good mood. Won't tell anybody the reason, coz may some guys start their lectures again. Imtiaz will go on like "Oye to Phir say", Irfan will say "Fahad tera sitara urooj per hai", and Naeem will smash his head to the wall near by. *

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A very sad end of the day. Tonight I am going to tell u the story of Chacha Bhogi. Till tonight I also don't know of him, coz we never saw him around in our area, he told us that he lives in very famous Prince Appt. in our area. He really has a very sadistic story of his own life, the whole scene goes like that, when all of us were sitting at our daily meeting place, a man who was looking an age

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