Ramadhan Mubarak :)

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}

Eid Mubarak! err I mean ... U know :)

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 nahi aya". Arghhhh i mean why ---> they do this always. {Everybody knows that where i am pointing at}. Anyway, I dun have anything to do with these so called Mullas, I mean we do have our own eyes and we can see the moon by our ownslef as well. Look i said that i cant keep walking with the things going on, now look at the begining that from where i took start Ramadhan is not over yet and i am talking abt Eid. Anyway optimistic point of view says that we'll gonna have all 30 Inshahllah this time, without any confusion.
Dad just gimme a call, n looks satisfied with the things going on in his absence. I told him about my ramadhan routine and all he did say 'Mashallah' :). So topic is changed again, I was telling u about the raised prices of fruits and other general stuff due to ramadhan! Hai na? Look my memory is gettin better. :)Yeah thanks I know that everyone will gonna b shocked but keep it safe it will help u on some other stages in future.

Ssshhhh I have a surprise, look what is it!
**A**D**I**O**S**. {Scratch and win!} :)

Me randomnly

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 sada mausam aatay rahain but piar kabhi na jaye kabhi na kam ho hamesha aisa he rhay haan berhnay ki ijazat hai kam nahi haan me ko kam wam nahi chahiye, piar kerna hai to zyadsa sa kero werna mat kero :p
hmmm is waqt ia m just sitting alone pooray ghar mai mai he jaag rha hoon sam to bahar hai waqas shayed sonay ki koshish ker rha hai baqi mama n sisters to so he chuki hain arsa hogya :) ok i am listening to "teri aankhain, ab hongi na kabhi nam to jo dekh lay to bhula doon mai saaray ghum to jo chahay to badlay ga mausam~~~~, yeh jo pal hain inhain khushion say bhar lo tum woh beetay din unhain yaad phr say ker lo tum, to jo chahay to badlay ga mausam, k dil to rona nahi, yeh khuwab adhoray nahi, yeh arman saaray tere hongay pooray kabhi ik din aye ga to yoon gaye ga aaaaaaaaaaaaa lolzzzzzzzzzzzzz" hehehehehehehhe
a song from jal, good na, i like it
saara din sunta rehta hoon waqas bura bhala kehta rehta hai jal ko kehta hai atif is the best, hoga yaar but in k songs bhi cool hain
her cheez ka aik craze aik time aata hai, dekho jab ALI NOOR aya tha sab uss k fan ban gaye, her waqt wohi gaata rehta tha phir AAROH k deewanay hogaye thay sab n ab atif hai n hum hain :) waisay me ka all time favorite singer Junaid Jamshed hai u ko to pta he hoga n favorite band one n only Junoonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn yeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy :))) tum nay junoon ka woh song suna hai neend aati nahi? wow me ka hot favorite hai jab bhi sunta hoon bachpan ki yaad taaza ho jati hai aaj say almost 10 to 12 years pehlay ka song hai me bacha he tha uss waqt but yeh song jab bhi lagta tha me ko acha lagta tha i guess 10 12 zyada nahi keh diye but phr bhi me uss waqt khud ko bacha he kahoon ga cuz me ko uss kia kissi bhi song ki translation tak nahi aati thi k yaar kion neend nahi aati :p but phir bhi uss ka musiq n new new junoon ka craze tha pooray pak mai, hmmm aik aur bhi haan najam shiraz ki first album ka woh song yaad hai "meri aankhon mai samai ik lerki, mere dil ko hai bhai ik lerki, wohi to mera dil lay gai, wohi to mera dil lay gai" hahaha u knw me iss ka album apni pocket money say khareed ker laya tha bari mushkilon say sirf issi song k liye mama me ka khoob mazaaq uratin thin k fahad ka favorite song hai jab bhi tv per lagta tha me red ho ker bhaag jata tha hahahahahahaha ummmmmm :)))))))))))))))))
lolzzzzz anyway, bachpan sweet bachpan, kabhi nahi bholta yaar, hamesha yaad rehta hai, chahay hum kuch bhi ho jain mountain dew say mount everest he kion na ban jain but bachpan hamesha yaad rehta hai"""

Only a Joke!

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, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure. Why not?" The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says the cowboy. He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.

Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?" The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"

"You're a consultant." says the cowboy.

"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"

"No guessing required." answered the cowboy."You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked; and you don't know anything about my business.........

Now give me back my dog."

Do I look like Alive to u?

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 wanna count maself the most famous in this world but still i know myself and believe me sometimes there is nothing u charged in saying that u know urself :), it doesnt cost u anything. I know that some other time in some other mood i will change my statement by saying that I am yet to find myself i am yet to understand myself.
Anyway, Karl is not kindda back but he's just here to register his presence his breathes to show that he is still alive and he dun want anyone to forget him infact i says that quite often that 'Karl is notta thing to be forget easily :)'.
I am still in sharjah its 15th of September, 4 minutes left in 11 of noon and i am writing this thing. I know that its bin a long time and many things must have bin changed in this blogging world, but what to say that people come n go world n life remains the same :)
Adios once again dun know for how long but i\ll be back for sure one day (sssshhh i even dun know bymyself that when this one day will come).

Bye bye for now....

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 open up the news there at that time coz I wasn't confirmed by my own self so i thought that I'd rather let the bunny stay in the box until the news would get confirmed 100%.

So now the ticket is in my hand and everything is done completed and I am flying towards DUBAI to my Dad on Saturday that is on 7th of August. Yeyyyy.
Not so fast for the celebration I must say to my self coz its only a visit visa, but I'll definitely try to find some job for myself coz its a right time I guess to snap out of all childish acts, un maturance and blah blah blah. My education is almost completed too, though its not enough for my childhood dreams to come true but anyway, now I wanna be some practicle in my life. Bye bye to my childhood friends bye bye to my favorite cartoon show, bye bye to hang outs with friends and a sad bye to Karachi. Ohh did I ever mention here before that how much I love my city Karachi I guess somewhere I did it 4 sure, coz Karachi city made me that much crazy, that much kiddish, romantic, lunatic and blah blah blah :p.Lolzzzzz

Hmmm, so as my all preparation is done, well I can't say that I would be able to continue my internet usage there with my father, coz hez a typical willanish kindda father :p. I know but I am sure that he won't mind if I start going to internet cafes 15/7 :p.

Hmmm, I know it would be so difficult to stay far from my mama my home and the one I adore :), but I know I hafta do it for the sake of my better future. Blah blah blah, may GOD gimme strength coz its been a first time in my life that I am going to leave my place for that much long.............

AAAAAaaaaa what am I trying to say I guess its notta right time to say anythin, I'll come to know when I reach there the hell of me is not afraid of being lonely, but .... but... but what damn it? I know .... I know nothing :p

Ok time to say goodbye to the blogger world too, I hope that it would lasts soon. But letz see weather I manage to come back or not. I can't say anything right now.
Pray for me they are much needed at the moment.
Adios world.

This world :?

**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 wanna clear myself upto this one, I can't understand, coz on the other hand he told me that a day there at ALLAH's end is like 10000 days of ours. SO that means ALLAH made this world in 60000 days?????????????

Ive just gotta reply of the post at sunniforum;
"It's because there are two types of time - time within creation and the concept of "duration" - that which is outside creation. The general exegesis of the relevant verses is that since the creator is outside of his creation, these indicate the fact that the exact duration of "time" as percieved by Allah (swt)  is incomprehensible to the human mind."

But my question is this that in how much time ALLAH made this world if its written or in knowledge of us humans? I mean did it really took 6 days or that Shah Sahab was bugging me?

A lil note from the only busiest person in the world. (Well that's what I think :))

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 so often that I don't like to react calm or I mean anything which comes into the manners keh lain :p.
 
Anyway, Adios.

Exam fun

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 (DCCAB. BABE. etc..).

Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.

Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.

Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.

As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.

Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.

Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early.

Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals.

Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.

Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.

Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.

Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.

Bring pets.

On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.

Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"

Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.

Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"

Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.

If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.

Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.

Have fun and Adios. *oops hehe* (that is not tha part of that scrap better call it my own scrap)

A big news ******

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.

Shukrum Shukrum Shukrum

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 find the meaning.
Hmmmm lemme think, *thinks*, got it!
Today I will tell u guys a story, I wrote so many stories in my early childhood and I have keep them save, they are few pieces of papers and few incomplete stories but no doubt they are my fog of my memories, some unclear, some clear, some Yaadein, some fun, some adventures, some mis happs, some Piar, some nafratein, some detachedments, some founds, some losses some gains etc etc.....
I am copying the whole lil story as I wrote it many years ago, I wont edit it till the end of my life, infact no one else will do it, coz I know that everything can change, ppl, weathers, eyes, reasons, point of views, future, hearts, thoughts but past cant change, it will remains the same forever......... :). And everyone must be aware of the fact that every coming moment is turning into history in the next upcoming moment.

"Once upon a time there was a prince and he has laugh time. So he decided to go to picnic with his pet "Jingo". Jingo is a 12 feet quetty little dinosaur. They plan to go to sea side because Jingo loves it. He really enjoy the bathing in sea water. When they arrive there they saw that "Pingo" is also playing there with his prince. Pingo is also a 12 feet quetty little dinosaur and he is a very good friend of Jingo, Jingo feels really happy to see pingo there. So he walks and shake hand with pingo. Now then both of them had found their partners to get rid of boring and loneliness they jumps into the water and water jumps out of the sea they really enjoy playing there for 13 months till they tired so they decided to go home. But they saw that both the prince of them still playing football with each other. Jingo and pingo saw at each other and said that "abay yeh to apnay bhi baap hain"

Adios for now.

A shoking incident

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 damn pain till its gone completely now by the Grace of Allah. All the reports of Ultrasound, different X-rays and final test of Ulser is ok, nothing found in them. Hez back home now and enjoying himself with his frendz.
I dun wanna pull myself back into the bad memories of hospital experiences. I just slept hardly 8 to 9 hours in 96 hours of 4 days, i easly can say if any1 could see my eyes at the moment, it'll be so horrible experience for them. :) I just came home for few hours after he was getting improve in that whole time and in that mean time I tried to write that post but found maself unable so i am writing it now.
Anyway, now everythin is fine, besides everything i just wanna say that "May GOD never let anybody see the face of hospitals!"
Hmmm, will update something, soon! Prays r needed.

Adios!

For daddy's gal.

**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,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the trav'ller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often thro' my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.


'Tis your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the trav'ller in the dark:
Tho' I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.


----THE END----


Happy??

Adios! *run off*

Something from my Soul

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 got murdered, everyone must be wondering that who the hack is this then, I meant not me murdered but my residental place i mean the subjected body in which i used to live in, its no other but Uncle Karl, I used to call him my Uncle, coz he fed me and he kept me alive but only beieng a prisoner of that body my owner couldnt helped me stay alive last night and i got murdered. You must be surprise that how i got killed, actually they were two damn couplets who made my heart fail and i got free. Hmmm lemme write those damn couplets here so everyone could see me showing the arms and objectives which attacked diversionally at the body and me got free.

Ho gaye khaa'k* to hum ko teri aawaz aayi (*ash)
Zindagi to nay bohat dair say dhonda hum ko

And that one showed lights to the fire...

Aaj bichray huay logoon ko sada* day aey dil (*call)
Teri awaz pay shayed koi murr* kay dekhay (*look back)

Me Soul:*making faces* Bye!

Me: Hey you son of Lord Meter Link are u from England? Damn it I happened to say good bye in French, get out of my blog u idiot, i didn't like the way you made the mess of my place, get out, 'n never ever dare to come back again!!!!

There I go too, Adios.

Defination of Pakistan

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 than he wouldn't need to go out to complete his seven question. He could sucessfully completed them within the boundry lines of Pakistan. Like lets take the first question, he needs to fullfil the requirement of first question which was like "Aik baar dekha hai baar baar dekhnay ki hawas hai". There are lots of terrorism comes into act in Pakistan like Terrorist comes from no where, shoots people and vanish, no one then will ever get the opportuity to see them again, but people of Pakistan wish to see them again in prison actually, but alas "Aik baar dekha hai, baar baar dekhnay ki hawas he hai". First question accomplished.
Then comes the second question "Murghabi ka anda", lolzz no one needs to go to Koh-e-Noor, every one can find it at the tomb of Quaid-e-Azam, the big anda of Murghabi.
lolzzzzzzzz

We were actually on our way to home from airport, so I didnt get the opportunity to be with him for longer. He told me that the thing is on, will complete himself some other time.

Adios.

Song that best describes me.

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 ordinary please

To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make 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 ordinary please
I'd rahter be anything but ordinary please.

Let down your defences
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is this beautiful
accident turbulent suculent
I'm feeling permanent
No way I won't taste it
Dont wanna waste it away

Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh my self to sleep
It's my lullaby

Is it enough?
Is it enough?
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 ordinary please

The reply.

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 women does.
Now concentrate on my saying,

1. I mean look at them, I being a guy I can't watch TV for 2 hours, well women they can do it for several days continuously. haa I wish I was a girl.
2. I can't use my home fone for even 3rd call of the day, while look at these gentle ladies, they can use it for hours. And when I protest they goes like "u do have ur own cell, go and use it". haa I wish I was a girl.
3. Its too hot now days in my city. Women demands their husbands for Air conditioner. (Suniye garmi bohat hai, itnaaaa kaam hota hai din bhar, aik AC to lagwa dain). That is an official demand, originally can't be displayed at public places like my blog. Well, men have to fulfill the wish or in other words order, it doesn't matter man himself is boiling in so much heat at work. Who cares. haa I wish I was a girl.
4. Once I was on date. A man on motor bike by his own mistake changed the lane and crashed with my car. The man came to me and said by touching my chin "if a lady won't be with u na, then I'll teach u a lesson" haa I mean he would beat me for sure if I was alone. Now whatelse I will say? haa I wish I was a girl.
5. My pocket money is a bit short. So I guess if transporters gives us a bit of free hand, it'll help us guys. But look at that rickshaw and taxi drivers who discounts ladies' passengers fares not ours. Aray begum sahiba chalain meter 50 rupay banata hai aap 40 day dain. And when it comes to us they says aray bhai chalo mai jhota hoon meter to jhoot nahi bol raha na, 50 banay hain to denay to parain gay aik dam awaz aati hai background say 'haa I wish I was a girl.'

Well, 3:42 am already and I am getting very sleepy. I know that a life time is require to show the strength of women power and their rights and their comforts for being a lady. And we guys are in lots of troubles being a guy. It doesn't matter how a lady looks like, whether she is a Brooks Shield or some unknown Mrs. Werma, everybody will place their eyes in their ways when it comes to their help.

The conclusion is this that someone said all that right that Woman is a Gift from GOD or Beauty of world and they also own a heaven underneath their feet, no one can deny their value and importance so if they holds that much pretty place and it costs them a few days' pain than I guess its not a big deal. What do u say?

Adios.

....

Msn Messanger sucks!

Another sad Story..

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 recent affair, as Saif Ali Khan said in his new movie which is called HUMTUM, he said that whenever 2 ppl meets there is a story begins and it has some end.
So my recent love story starts from last winter when I saw her (won't publish the name) in that engagement party of my friend. But I never thought that I could ever be able to meet her and make her my friend. After so many time of that first sight, suddenly I found that girl at my msn by the help of another cute beautiful lady :). So we met, and we just became each other's best friend and kept sharing all the things of us (except my other love affairs), suddenly I felt that I am in love once again, hahahaha. So I told her about that and she goes the same I mean hahahah-'ing' and said "Fahad, u and love? No way, u can't fall in love with anyone, never!".
I asked her why dear, why I can't? She replied "no dear, its not kid's stuff, u cant fall" wait and some of her SMS which she did on my cell fone, I am writing them exactly the way she wrote me "are u flattering me? I am different type of gal, nahi aaon ge aap ki baaton mai, waisay aap guys bhi na uff hotay hain, u r very smart, koi bhi lerki aap ko mil sakti hai" arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh that one thing Fahad is unable to determine since the day of his birth that why every other gal thinks of herself a different gal? hahahaha.
Anyway, I mean no offense here, this is my story and no one else has anything to do with it. Alright after that, I mean after falling I started to cut her ways so often I mean wherever she go and whatever she do, its on my priority that she must finds me there, what was that? I guess some attraction or may be a thrill to begin a new story? Anyway. But after proposing her, she just told me that I am smart enough to attract any other girl and our thoughts are totally different from each other's, mannn why? I replied her that "look .... (damn it) its a fact that everyone has its own shell and everyone do posses a different thoughts, attitude and so on, na tum mujhey badal pao ge aur na he mai tumharay liye khud ko badal sakta hoon" And now i've just red her email in which she asked me to back off for her beloved, actually she never told me from the beginning that she is already involved in someone else, haha hoho hehe, what else should I do? Can't she tell me the f***in reason in the beginning, wait gimme some break I don't wanna show any anger coz I am not angry......

(after having a cigarette) Alright I am back and takin my abused word back as well. So I think that she should inform me in the very beginning, its may be she also wants me to go forward in that case otherwise she shouldn't gave me a free hand.
Well, who cares?????????? *dancing bhangra* man I am insane, (wakeup kiddo u have a date with Pinky darling tomorrow) :) mannnn again dress problem, wait I guess mama will help me! Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaa koi acha sa dress to talash ker dain plssssssssss.....*runss off* *stops* *comes back*

Oops sorry to forget something.... Its ur
Adios.

*click*

**THE END**

What is innocence?

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 stepped forward and touch his cute lil lips to mine. I said now try my dear, u have got it. Then he jsut goes "feeee-feeeee", I am sure that was not whistle's sound which was comming out of him.......

My level of sociality.

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 socialism that dont let anybody finds me free to talk or have some gossips. Anyway, actually my politness gives everybody a free hand, a very famous saying of here "Aa bail mujhey maar". So thats the problem, not actually a problem (i am saying this cuz i have a fear that Imtiaz can read this, lolzzz) but still.
A wedding invitation of tommorow, man i havent choose my dress. I thinks sometimes that everybody invites for their parties, but never thinks that how much time it could take to choose a dress. I say that they should sends the suit to wear too with invitation card.
Then comes friends' different problems, when they asks me to take them at their dates :). lolzzzzzzzz
Anyway, these observations of self determination will continue till the end of life, as they say that "man is keep learning". So now i am doing an experiment which will help me to understand the point that "every living will leave one day". So.....
Adios.

A GHAZAL

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 poetry and he ate up all of our brains that "Fahad i wanna read some good poetry of some good poets, please help me out." As far as my concern I think that internet now days is the most trustable companion to find any stuff on any topic of the world, but then the issue raised in my mind that Farhan is not use to with the internet so I must help him out manually. So I went to the market in search of some stuff. Initially I had some good poets in my mind to put my search on them but when I entered into the market I found myself very confusing, coz the market was full of all kinds of books and some un-countable number of poets, so after having a tough time in search I was able to find a good book in which many of my favorite poets were collected to made a beautiful and touching book of some of more than 400 pages, like Wasi Shah, Faiz Ahmed Faiz and Mohsin Naqvi. So I bought that and handed over to Farhan, as soon as he got that book into his hands, he goes like "Baba, yeh tum kia lay aya hai". Actually, I think that his stomach turned off by looking such a fat book :). Now as he's very much busy in reading that book I am thinking seriously that since the market has full of different poets but all of them seems to me waiting for some swing or miracle to come, I should write something and post of my own. I am sure that it will turn the market (not sure wheater up-side or down-side :)).

Anyway, some cool couplets of a Mohsin Naqvi's beautiful and one of my favorites Ghazal, be sure to read it completely from the Poetry corner in my own website...


Adios.

A sorry note!

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!

Aah ko ik umer chahiye asar honay tak....

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 really feel like or not. Now i guess i should not care what ppl thinks of me, coz its my place and i should be feel free to write anything what i want.
My very earlier posts were actually representing that of my confusing state, coz i wrote in many hidden words, now i can't do that anymore, i wanna scream, i wanna yell, i wanna shout and let the world listen that how i am feeling from inside now days.
It was..... damn it! I can't, i just can't turn my feelings into words, im fail once again. I am sorry Fahad, i know that i dissapoint u once again but i am helpless. I know that what are the reasons for u that u aren't sleeping since two days and two long nights, coz 6ht June is comming.
6th June, a cutthroat day for me, cant bear the pain, can't wait for that day to come, can't i just remove the day from the calender? *voice of conscience* Nooooooo! gone nutts or somefin??? hahahaha..
Hmmm, yes i gone nutts really, coz now when Im standing in no-man's-land and even try to look back in my past I determines that how i dissembled anserinly. Alas if i could turn back time and cope to stop myself doing all that. Arghhhhh, this dohickey situation forcing me to jump cut to my past, to that time which I don't wanna commemorate. Anyway, life's too short to go back and lost into memories, but what to do if the sense of loosing something is killing from inside?
Haa, a poem of my own Im reciting here and hope that no-one will be able to get it right....

Jao tum! Go away!
Theek hai chali jao Alright go away
Mai nay tumhain bohat sataya hai I've troubled u alot
Mager But
Tum bhi kissi say kam nahi ho U're also the same
Mai to shehroon ki musafat per tha I was at miles' distance
Aur phir tumharay shehar mai ajnabi tha And was stranger in ur town
Ghamoon ka ik pahar tha sar per aur I was carrying a burden of sorrows over my head
Mera haal ajeeb sa tha I was so broken
Jub jatay huay uss nay mur ker poocha kay When she turned bygone and asked
"Mai jaon...?" May I leave...?

Adios.

An email rather than a post.

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 always presents Pepsi for guests?
Anyway, I am just waiting for Sameer (my younger brother), coz he went for some work and took my car with him, now I have to goto the hospital and just waiting for him to come. Hmmm, nothing special abt hospital just wanna see my friend there, he had his kidney operated there.
*after 15 minutes*
Well, I had nothing to write so I went to collect something to write, in that mean time, I have received my sister's call, she was shouting "Sameer ka bacha abhi tak aya kion nahi mujhey lenay", so I had to call at his cell fone and Sameer ka bacha bechara traffic mai phansa hua hai. After that I'd tell my mom abt my cousin's email from Lahore aur phir mama ko aik kiss ki aur she was start shouting kay "ullo tujhey mai he milti hoon?" lol. Man I love that sweety. Ok time to leave now, abhi aur tung kernay ka dil horaha hai mama ko.
Well, now I'm thinking that this is looking like an email rather than a post, so I am changing the header.
Adios world.

Laws of relations.

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 rival attack bazi :). Naveed (my friend) told me that some of his relatives from his in-laws trapped him in a dinner party dhokay say few days ago, so it was due on Naveed and it was his turn to atatck this time. Kuch khas nahi, aisa hota hai, sab chalta hai but just shadi say pehlay, baad mai to sab relatives itnay manhoos lagnay lagtay hain kay bus. :)
Alright so I was disscusing abt the boring companions, they were just sitting like "Silent Owls" on the dinner table, just routine talkings and that is it. Even in the car i had to turn the stereo's volume up to get rid of that darn sleeping enviroment. All of them was just shaking their heads with the music dazedly. And i was like arghhhhhhhhhhhh. Actually everyone was waiting for the other one to get open and talk on some different topic.
But all i found is a Karl's 1st law of relations: You can't get free with your in-laws before marriege, and after marriege you starting to hate their faces. So will come up again with some differnt other laws time to time. 14th May is the judgement day for my friend, I want everybody to pray for him :), coz I am sure that 14th May will be the last day of our friendship.

Adios.

Moment of silence for the martyrs!

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 the result of some suicide bombing by some unknown organization of terrorists but people here of Pakistan trying to shape it in religious matters. Coz they said that the mosue was of Ahl-e-Tashee, still there is no voice comes out according to my observation but what is the meaning of all that when they are start violation all over in the city. They are burning cars, busses, trucks so road jams is in results, looks to me like a declaration of some kind of war in the city. Schools are off, so as official activities. A very bad situation all around here in my city.They don't have any rights to do that but who'll gonna listen to me, still i can protest :(.
Anyway, here r some pictures of that violated act, please pray that government will be able to create peace, however.


Two injureds carrying to the hospital in a hand car due to the shortage of ambulances.


Police inquiring abt the blast.


Patients having treatment.


Rangers and army took over the control of the city.


The venue.


A map of criminalized condition of the city

Click these pics to enlarge.

Breaking News!

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

Am I melting, really?

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 of physical status. It was a hot day and I felt myself melting like a candle :(. So I melted and melted a lot and now I am seriously thinking that if I was sweatening from head to toe then I might lose some of height and if I was sweatening inside my shirt then I also may had lose some of my waist too, and boy I hate that. Coz I may be the only person in the world who wants to be a bit fat and wants to be look a bit older than my actual age. Coz darn me, I am sick of listening such words from everybody, when they call me "beta" and like that, yeah that's true it happens a lot of time when I saw some beautiful and pretty faces of around 25 to 30 and when they call me beta, arghhhhhhhhh, I can't tolerate this anymore. And when I ask my friends abt that "why the hack everybody treats me as I am a 15 or 16 year old kid? I mean pretty faces of 25, 26 shouldn't call me beta or something like that" everybody says that "boy u do have a childish look and u look more than a younger brother of these pretty faces of whom u are talking abt".

I can't handle that anymore, I wanna be fat and I wanna be look old and I want to be call as Dear, Suniye, Excuseme rather than Beta, Chunda, (or by my name). :( But thanks very much to the hot weather of Karachi it won't let me and keep helping me to be melt.

Adios.

Common Man!

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 after looking Lady Garcia, but Che Hawwa couldn't help himself coz he was just another common man and she was like a very rich girl.

So after that party Che Hawwa felt that he is in love with that girl, he sits besides sad beaches of sea and looks into the moon, tries to find her face in that moon, start counting stars but he couldn't found any way to get her, so slowly and gradually he thought to get rid of her killing thoughts and somehow he managed to forget her.

But one beautiful day by the help of a sudden co-incident Lady Garcia found Che at MSN. Che felt that he will die of happiness but he wouldn't, so the involvement between them started becoming better day by day and meetings by meetings. Che started feeling that now he can't live without her but again he knew that he is just a common man and she is a rich girl, so he thought that i am not ranjha who can get seduced by ppl niether Farhad who can dig her a lake of milk so kept quite.

On the other hand the thoughts and ambitions of Lady Garcia was so high so he asked him to leave her and choose another way, Che Hawwa got stun, suddenly a mountain of grieve fell upon him and he felt that something breakes somewhere inside him, Che's lips moved to say something but no voice came out from them, everything was in some kindda shock except his eyes, if Garcia even once tried to look into his eyes she would feel an angry protest and unlimited love in Che's eyes and she would never left him, but she didn't look into his eyes and left.

Death rulz!

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 everybody now can do only a single thing, just read and comment or just comment by reading headline. So it hurts when it happens.
Hmmm, yesterday I was reading a column by Hassan Nisar, in a weakly local magazine, he stated that how much this is important to remember the death always. With the help of various narratives he successfully stunned my nerves. I already have a strong belief over death so as every Muslim. But those kinds of narratives and some examples were quite horrible. No alive can imagine how death would be, but still it is the most horrible fact of the world that "every one including powerful like Hercules, wise like Arastoo, poet like Byron, painter like Michael Angelo, conqueror like Sikander, writer like Shakespeare and lover like Romeo had to taste death for sure, so that doesn't matter that how we are and who we are, we will die one day". May Allah help us all, they all died and so as I and so as everyone, nothing is infinity except Allah himself. So, why the hack are we running after this so called temporary world like thing?

In the end, some from Hasan Nisar's column;

May nay poocha kay zindagi kia hai
Haath say gir kay jaam* toot gaya (*Goblet)
and;
Iss bay khabar hayat ka kia aitbaar hai
Har waqt maut sar pay bashar* kay sawar hai. (*human)

Adios.

They say that

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???

Yesterday

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 has some reasonably good qualities like I can share everything with him and he is a very good secret keeper, as well as that If I ever feels any kindda problem I calls him and he is a very good advisor as well. And last but not least he has the ability to argue on every topic of the world coz he is a very good arguer as well. So yesterday a randomn thought came into my mind and i'd like to have his opinion as well, the thought was "Should man needs to remember his good days or should he needz to remeber bad days", he replied that this is the matter of one's perception, he further said that he do have his own point of view, sometime memories of good days works for us and sometimes memories of bad days does a favor. Same question when I asked to another of my friend, he replied simply that "bad days". Allright I skipped that matter and changed the topic, I told them that Malik (a well known person in our area) had a prison of seven years in his some old cases.
Actually Malik doesn't have a very good reputation among all of us but still I would like to admit that we guys in our early young days had pass some good days but we left him after came to know that he is not a good guy overall. So when I told Wasif and Naeem yesterday that Malik is in prison now days, Naeem simply exclaimed and goes "What? why? when?" I answered him and he said "Alas he was a good guy after all", "gotcha", i said. "There you go Mr. now This is my answer of my earlier question that man only needs to remember his good days and whenever it comes to the end of the day people always found saying that he was a good guy doesnt matter got prison for law breaking but he was a good guy after all". :) Both of them got agree with me.
So that was a little of yesterday and I found the answer of another of my stupid thought.

Adios.

Back Again

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 a man, there is no way he can be a human being and on the other hand if any human being prays to become a bird and fly away from all the worries of life, he can't.
This is life, according to Confucius at the time of his 7th birthday in 488 BC "In this world grievance and sorrows are raises from land like plants and just like gardeners we have to take care of our benifits otherwise if we fails to do that than we don't have any rights to live in this world.", so ppl protect urself from being Mayoos, always be hopefull and never let ur sorrows and grievances comes over you.

Adios World.

Ooh, Ahhh, Ouch...

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 car badly, coz I had some important work to do, that was why I borrowed a motor bike from my friend Irfan, he actually pre-informed me that there are lots of things missing in his bike and it is only him who can handle that damn bike, but I became selfish and deaf for the sake of my own work and didn't listen to him. I took his bike yesterday's hot morning, first of all that bike was without a kick, means the kick which starts the bike was missing, so we had to start pushing it from miles back to get it start, I used the word we that means me along with Imtiaz, we were keep pushing the hack of that bike for an hour than we came to know that the patrol tank was empty :(. We refueled it and start pushing it again, after the sweating long half hour, its get started. Then the story afterwards that is moe sadistic coz when we done with our work, the hell of that bike dead by swearing that "now I won't start, kill me or kill yourself but u can't start me now". Suddenly, I felt in that pushing process that I am feeling a killing pain in my back, but I avoid that till last. So atlast when we handed over the antique fuckin bike to Irfan by using all abusing words I ever heard in my whole life the pain was like on top of Mount Everest :( and its killing me still.
So that is the whole story and now I am bend with the severe pain in my back, can't say anything that when it'll get over, till now I already had a huge injection (can't tell u where) and some amount of pills. May Allah bless me, I know that this is quite an insensible post from me, but it is only I who can feel the effect of that damn injection on my brain as well.
Pst....boy I need prays badly.

Adios Amigoes.

Exceptional me!

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 love, don't let go me.

Am the tear of an orphan child, nothing can compare me;
Am a song of separation, ......please don't leave....me! :`(

Nothing like Adios tonite, coz I've nothing to give away. :(

From Karl's favorites Folder

Boy had a dream!

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 cops acting very angrily coz that was just a plain mistake but nothing else and that shouldn't be done, coz a Minister kindda thing was traveling in the same train.
A cop came to me as well while I was discussing that accident with my another younger brother waqas.

Cop: Do u know the reasons of that accident?
Me: No! How come I know, go and ask the driver.
Cop: (kicked at my butt) If u ever dare to look at the Minister's daughter, I will see u.
Me: *innocent look* Who said that?
Cop: that's it! I don't wanna discuss that anymore. (went off)
Me: *yell* Aray bhai kia woh miss world hai? ya queen Elizabeth? jo ussay koi dekh nahi sakta.
Cop: Shut up!
*The end!*

:( strange one that was, and now I am seriously thinking about that accident, but can't say anything regarding to the meaning of that nonsense dream, I mean I can make a marmalade of 21.4 cops if any one ever try to hurt me without any reason in real, but :( what if they comes into my dreams and beat me?
Anyway, when I woke up after that dream, my Mom told me that "sammer called at home and he got his car bound by a Traffic Police man and now he have to submit Rs. 350 as a challan and then he'll get his car back" :(
Oh God help me! I mean Sameer did the accident of that damn train and he was also the responsible of over speeding the car but why the hack that damn police man kicking me??????????????

An angry Adios.

William Shakespeare

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 character.
All the world is a stage and Pervaiz Musharaff is a puppet.
All the world is a stage and Bush is acting like director. (fool)
All the world is a stage and Aliens are audience.
All the world is a stage and I am not in the play.
All the world is a stage and I want better lighting!
All the world is a stage and the whole life is no longer a performance.
All the world is a stage and the play isn't very good.
All the world is a stage and "Press the GOD damn Play button"
All the world is a stage, and one of the actors is Nicolas Cage.
All the world is a stage And we are the mentors!
All the world is a stage and (Majjo bhai aik packet Gold leaf)
All the world is a stage and .... Quack Quack! (What the hack.....)
All the world is a stage and (Beat the hell out of Villan)
All the world is a stage and Baba Black Sheep!
All the world is a stage and I've just started my acting career.

All the world is a stage and .... CUTTTTTT!

Do anyone have anymore?

I am back

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 opening at my PC including blogger.com and google.com. Don't know what happened but i guess it was some ISP's own problem anyway, khaak daaliye.
In de end thanks very much to everyone who supported me in that period majjo bhai paan wala, shakoora doodh wala, maasi fazeelat and sepcial thanks to Miss Zenia for that important notice's appearance in my comment box.

About my pc, Zenia don't get worried I still know lotta kabariyas who will start a kindda war to get my pc in auction which will soon be arranged by Mr. Karl, contactors should contact him asap.

I will write some sensible soon, but first lemme celeberate that i am back, i dont know that where I would be without blogger, mujhey aam ka achaar kha ker suicide kerni per jati and believe me i hate aam ka achaar. :(

Adios World.

Birthday presents

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 which raised in my mind is that "which is the better of two?" Summer or Winter?
Well, I remember perfectly that I was thinking about....... *damn it* wait.......

(after 22 seconds) Hie again, actually when I was typing that, I heard that some of more than 10 crows were "kying kying" at once. I went to find out what happened. And all I found was a single crow sitting between two pigeons on a roof of a building ahead of mine. :( Ullo ka patha tha woh kawwa.

Anyway, lets get back to where I left
Well, I remember perfectly that I was thinking about the hot noons of summer and loving them, its when I was sitting like a lil duck in my room who was feeling the cold season like the hell. And today I am thinking seriously that alas when will January come again? :( Oh Lord help me!
Anyway, according to the title of this post I guess I really should write something about my birthday. So I was born on 2nd October and my last birthday brought me some very beautiful gifts all around the map. Some wishes from Philippines, a cool card and a stuffed teddy from Lahore with lots of LOST LOVE :), a cool wrist watch, an expensive beautiful ball point pen, my favorite body spray hmmmm and a lovely single rose. So these were the gifts I got on my birthday hmmm I forgot to mention about the call which I had receive on my birthday with a news that my birthday present is ready but I will get it on meeting. So after almost 5 and a half months I met that caller yesterday evening and I got another beautiful wrist watch yesterday as my belated birthday present, hehe :). Man I will always remember that how my friends celebrates the tragic day of my life that much beautifully and celebrations continued till 5 months. May ALLAH helps all of them and may they start saving their love and money for some useful being!

Anyway, I am wrapping up the today's stuff coz still I have many important matters to solve and many things to eat.
Adios World.

Something to think

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 that General Musharraf is thinking some one and half dozens of more seats for major appointments in the government. Who will pay them, its us, idiots means citizens of Pakistan.
Anyway, I never wanted to be involve in politics by any mean, that's why I never cast my vote for anybody. But earlier tonight I was visiting ZENIA, she was talking about Guru Nanak's life and the possibilities of his involvement in Islam. I comment on her page that there are many other issues beside that to be discuss. I guess politics is the main of all. Under civilized country like ours Pakistan always dipped in many major and minor problems and we never tried to raised them. For example the raising price of daily goods :).
Lemme mention here that I am nor a house wife not a problem husband. But my heart feels for them that's why I am raising the issue. Zenia do u know that "Doodh 26 rupay litter hogaya hay" aur to aur "aata bees rupay kilo" :(. What will a common man do in that situation when he is hardly earning a low amount after giving his full self. May Allah bless al ghareebs, I am standing in a no man's land, but can feel the pain of those who earn 3000 per month with 3 children and a weight of combine family system. Though my monthly pocket money is way more than that and I also can close my eyes from all that, but I am still a human being and sense of humanity is not dead in me like many others arround me. Anyway, still politics. :(
Ok lets talk about vegetables, I love u aalo, piaz and timater, I just can't live without u, but what to do when ur prices are touching seventh sky. Aaan aaan, change the topic.
Lets discuss about those 12 wandered puppies who was found from Iraq and took to America by a decent lady and hand over them to some wealthy and healthy families of America. They said that human rights are on its own place but animals do own some rights that's why they need some better place to be. haha again politics

Man I need some rest physical and mental as well.
Adios World.

Long Live Pakistan.

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 service lane to get myself ciggerates, suddenly i saw that another car in attempt to take over my car hit on the back slightly. I lost my temper in another sudden, i went to him and asked wheather he want me to pass a big car like mercedez from that space and asked him that who gave u the licence i dont even think that u are worthy enough to drive in roads. He said "To mujhey janta nahi hai", lolzz, this is the major problem in pakistan that everyone belongs to some uncle DSP or Aunty Minster somehow, and whenever I find anyone of them my heart start demanding in a scream to stand upside down. I said "Dear give my regards to ur uncle minster and please now buzz off". He went off by squezzing his teeths like he wanna eat me. I took a deep sigh and sat back into the car. When i told my companions that what was he saying, one of them replied "dear if i ever come to know that these kinds of people are only few in number then I swear i will kill them all by my own very hands but this is the problem that they are thousands in number and will keep busy in doing such hectic things, so we are helpless" :) Long Live Pakistan.
Anyway, that is another story, I can't compliment on that wheather that Inspector will be free or not. But this is our beloved country Pakistan. "Long live Pakistan", i said that when i saw that Inspector was resting in a special room with a fan and having a lunch in peace. Good GOD. (In a single voice)Long Live Pakistan.

Adios World.

Why Karl is very good at tellin story?

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 body knows any other fish with their qualities, some fish can fly, some can't, some eat mermaids and some dont etc, so writer is not a common person, he is a naturally awarded person"
Anyway, i got him right that writer or story teller must have some different qualities from other, so i started to find that. And i got one special quality in me.
In my very early child hood way back in 1953. I had many pigeons and i love them. But the most interesting part i founded in them that how a mother pigeon babysits her eggs. So whenever any mother pigeon laid eggs, i started to observe her and kept looking for that time when mother pigeon left them alone. I replaced one egg with a hen's egg. And pigeon started laying all eggs widout even knowing that one of them is not her.
But i never can tell anybody about the feeling of embaressment which showed from mother pigeon's face when a chicken comes out from her eggs. She looks like that there is no more stupid then her in this whole world.

So i considered that only a story teller or writer could have that creative thoughts.

Lesson: Never babysits hen's eggs, if u did so then dont feel any embarassment coz there must be some silly writer like thing behind that, who replaced your eggs just to fool you.

Adios World.

Short note.

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 our eyes, it can't be died. Now what the hack i will show to BBs if I'll have to face them, with such comments on my posts.
Anyway, everything turns history, every second turning in to history and we can't do anything abt that.
So nothing special upto now, but looking forward for it. Will blog some more later. Till then
Adios World.

Innocent me :)

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 my qualities, like I can swallow glass errrr...., I mean I can walk on a naked wire on 10000 feets height errr.... Again mishtake :(. I mean leave all that, lets discuss a true thing, I can talk and act like anybody, I mean I can also produce a girl's voice hahahahaha.
But I never pretends to breaks any one's heart, I just use it for my own concerns and I must admit that I am very good at it, yaqeen nahi aata to pooch lo ........ say. rofl.
Sorry ____, I never want that to be happen but things made their own ways and that happening came into existence, again I wanna say that please dont mind that. I am agree to accept any punishment, but i never wanted to break anyone's heart.
Anyway, a true story will surely reflects my ability of making female's voice. Once in 1962 when i was hardly a teenager my msn id got hack by some hacker, that was an important one for me, so I decided to snatch it back, I made another id and add my self. Some stranger was online at my id, actually he hacked my id by the reference of another hacked id which was of my friend's. I begged him to give me back my id, that was a good part of me that I begged him, since he was acting like rude and said I won't give u back ur id. So now then I decided to get back my id with some other means. I told her that I am a girl, I just played with the psyche and trapped him, I gave him my number, he called me and I invite him to meet me, here I wanna mention that I may never made him fool but his act of valiance forced me to be bad like him.
So he came to meet me, means farah and I got him, just a slap and he started to sing in a record, this is ur id and this is ur pwd. Please mujhey maaf ker do hain hain :(
LOL. I forgave him, after that I came to know that of my ability. My all friends appreciated that of my ability but still I have many evidences that I don't use my ability publicly. I never mean any offense. But as well I can't see any broken heart, so kabhi kabhi chalta hai, kissi ka dil rakhnay kay liye..... ;)

Anyway, i know that was a crap, but believe me i am busy now days will write some sensible when i'll get free, till then...
Adios World.

Iam in Love.

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.

Shall I complain or shall I Thank?

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 is in surround of him, like whenever we comes to see him, we found him in a very bad mood, and "Yaar, yeh sab meray saath kion hota hai?"
He got a very good percentage in his first year's exams of college level, he was a good poet and wrote well too, coz i personally gave him my favors of likings, and whenever we met with each other, he surely have some new stuff for me, coz he knew that I like his poetry. And u all will get amazed to know that I dont find any love or lover kindda things in his poetry which is the most amazing part of his poetry, one only can find moon, stars, skies in his poetry that was why i love of him.
And now a blastic news way back in 1999 when we heard that Salman got fail in Urdu's paper of second year's exams. "What?????????" we all exclaimed. There must be something wrong. We said that and went to meet him, he smiled and said "yes folks i left my paper on half way". "But why????? your bright future depends on that one and after all u are a urdu genious why did u left ur paper?" I asked him. He told us that how he had preparation of paper and paper turned wholy different, though he still could a very best of the marks but he preffered to leave the paper.
He said that this is his revenge from the educators and smiled.
Goodness me that Salman is dieng while fighting with his brain tumor in Liaquat National Hospital, last everning when i went to meet him. No this couldn't be, OH ALLAH please save him, he has lots of things to do and no doubt he has the most bright future from all of us. Why is he dieng helpless??????? WHy?
What have he done? WHy is he dieng like this? WHy he was looking so tired last evening like he has no other way left but just to die silently?
Oh Allah I know i am healthy and I have to thank over that, but on the other hand i can't see him die than how com i thank for my health???
I am confused Oh ALLAH please give my soul a satisfaction or give me the answer that shall I have to complain or shall I have to thank?????? :(

Adios World.

Junoon (Craze)

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 nahi, hai koi raabta
Dil nahi lag raha, dil nahi lag raha

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

**For translation contact JUNOON.**

Dimagh kharab hogaya hai jo yeh post ker raha hoon, kissi ko koi aitraaz?

Adios.

Dreams

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 u have three days to advertise ur dream, forget about it on 4th day and it 'll come true somehow, but if you have a bad dream, don't tell anybody before 3 days, otherwise it'll also come true".
Some wise beside BBs says that dreams doesn't have anything to do with one's real life. Alright, this is also acceptable, but what to do when some BBs says that this all is the hand made drama of one's imagination. While some says that if one see water in his dream, its good for him. Animals are not good to see in dreams. Some BBs says that "Nobody has the power to change the upcoming dreams".
Anyway, dreams still hold so much importance in our lives, lets take me, whenever I wakeup in the morning dreamless, my day becomes so hectic. We can have many songs, movies, dramas for consideration.
Anyway, I think that anything could be possible in this world since man invented the thing called 'my point of view'. If dreams really comes true than;
I will die three times in my life.
I will have two marriages.
I will have three daughters.
I will be bite by some dog while fighting with Takuma in a deep jungle.
I will be surrounded by dangerous black cats in my grandma's house back in Lahore, once for sure.
I will go for fishing in a Titanic's Ship.
I will eat Kari chawal in Informatics' canteen just for once. (Yakh I hate kari chawal)
I will be caught by Israeli Army while performing a secret mission to steal all the kittens in the country. :( etc, etc
Oh GOD, these are some of many dreams I had in my life yet, and I know there are many more to come. Well, I guess I have to agree that dreams don't come true otherwise I amgoing to see myself holding the seat of BUSH tonight. Lets see when I become the president of America?????????????

Adios World.

I'm hungry for death in the way of ALLAH.

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.

Duck of my dreams

*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 always love u. Whiteny Houstan.
Language: Quack Quack.
Hobbies: Hearts stealing

Thanking note.

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 fed up wid milk only, i know that u have all the rights over each and every vein of my body, U can take my soul whenever U want and U can bring the judgement day, u either are the decider of our happy or even bad ending. SO please oh ALLAH count me and all the true muslims into celestial beings.

And still if i wouldn't follow UR worthy orders then turn me into a duck and leave me somewhere near to the desert of THAR where water is hardly seen.


Adios World.

Muharram

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.... i am not very old in blogging world but one thing is for sure and i also have noted that Muslims from other countries like UK or America are far more better than us Paki's. I would like to give credit to FM especially, coz she really helps me realize the thing. Then comes to TORA, ABEZ, Hijabi Friend and other (i am not sure abt their countries). I feels the thing many a times that they are MORE MUSLIMs than me and other Paki's. The way they write and the way their most of the topics, ISLAM is just fully shown by their thoughts and i must admit that They could be call as True Muslims not me :(.
But FM, ABEZ, Tora and others, lemme tell and let u aware of the other problems. Lemme clear that i with my friends had a very long disscussion tonight over the comparison of conditions for the Muslims over here and over there.
FM u are muslim right? Do u know about SUNI MUSLIM and SHIA MUSLIM, AhL e Hadees Muslim and Sippah Sahaba Muslims etc.? May be u know abt them. But here in pakistan it is very difficult to choose the right one. I am a Muslim, but gets confuse too much when ppl suppose to asks me that are u sunni? Yeah i replies always, then they ask a very difficlut question abt the MASLAK, dont know what is it, but they calls it AHL e Hadees, Ahl e Sunnat, Dyo Bandi.
May someone tell me what are these things. I am muslim since birth, but no body even thought at the time of giving my first AZAN into my ears, that what this child will going to be. OH ALLAH HELP US CHOOSING THE RIGHT PATH.
I have a very strong belief that i am muslim, ALLAH IS ALONE, and PROPHET (SAW) is ALLAH'S Last NABI. Consider these three things and now sort out what i am??????????
AnNother problem is this that if i am Muslim, then why Shia use to call themselves Muslim?
I remember abt the golden night of MAIRAJ, when Our PROPHET (SAW) brought us 5 times of prays and 30 FASTS of RAMAZAN. Then why the so called muslims pray three times a day?? Why the name of ALI (Razi allah tala o anhu) comes into their KALMa, when we all know the exact kalma and meaning of it?
I am really confused though i am a muslim since birth, now lets take those new commers to Islam, when if someone asks him to join any FIRQA after accepting ISLAM, what he'll gonna do?
Conclusion is this that how should be spent the month of MUHARRAM? By sunni's way or by Shia's way? I say with due respect to all the ASHAB, ALL the participators, all the happenings, which happened and related to the month of MUHARRAM thousand of years ago and wid the RAZA of ALLAH.
The sad start of the year reminds us to consider sadness as well in the huge crowd of happiness which ALLAH gives us to joy. This is a very long topic but i mean no offense in real. All we should do is to behave like well, and according to the teaching of QURAN that is it.
ADIOS WORLD.

Abhi to mai jawan hoon..

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 somethings of my early days of teenage.
I used to be the most active student in my college. I have named each and every teacher of my college. Here are some...

Name: Sir (can't write here)
Original name: Sir Khuwaja.
Post: Head.
Reason: Coz of his strange personality and very big Moustaches. He always seems solving a fight in the college, and once I was also becomes teh part of one fight and we were standing in his office before that fight, he was almost begging us not to fight, "Beta Allah ka wasta hai, college kay naam ka sawal hai, Khuda kay naam per larai mat kero". But what happened? A fight for sure... :)

Name: Amir Bhai
Original name: Just Aamir.
Post :( what was his post?
Reason: He always seems telling us "Boys apni shirt kay ooper kay buttons band kero", but no body listens to him and we all always making fun of him. Bara shareef tha ALLAH BAKHSHAY.

Name: Sir Potato
Original name: Ilyas Rehbar.
Subject: Maths.
Reason: Coz of his potato shape nose afterwards he was name as Ilyas rubber by my younger brother in the next year coz of his rubber like hands' movement. He always seems lost whenever he is giving us lecture and always took 15 to 20 minutes extra after teh class, but that was my routine I always make him remember "Sir time hogaya!". He said, "Yeah P-Caper, i know, tumhain bohat pata hai? chalo class say bahir nikal jao", and i was like waiting for that, picked my books and goodbye. Hehehe

Name: Sir Bharram Sherri
Original name: Khurram Sherri.
Subject: Chemistry.
Reason: Coz he very often pretends to be the most tallented man in our class. Very often he says by raising his coughs, whenever any student asks him any stupid question "Beta iss baat ka bara zaberdast jawab hai, ager class main lerkian na hoteen na to tumhain zarror deta".

Name: Sir Nagan
Original name: Sir Naag Pal.
Subject: English
Reason: Initially we used to call him Only Sir Naag without any reason, but that day also came when he got his Moustache cut and tend to be the most beautiful guy in the whole college. Dont know what happened to him, he was start wearing bright colors and i saw him numerious time running in the morning. I swear once we also heard him singing "Abhi to main Jawan hoon" lol. Dont know why after having his Moustache cut he was start looking NAGAN.

Name:ALLAH MIAN KI GUY
Original name: Sir Aamir.
Subject: Computer
Reason: He was hardly 5 years older than his students and his boyish look attracts most of the girls towards him. He was just like ALLAH MIAN KI GUY. I remember when once Sara was eating my head and asking me that "Fahad do u smoke", "yes" i said, she went to Sir Aamir and start complaining abt me "Sir, sir Fahad cigeratte peta hai", "To kia hua, main bhi peeta hoon", he replied, "what??????" she screamed and start eating his brain and i hiddenly went off.


Then comes my friends........(to be continued.....)

Adios World.

A bad day!

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 repairing", 4 eyed said. :(
Thanks to GOD first of all that no harms to both of the drivers and secondly why this all happens to him again and again? :(
A sad ADIOS tonight.

AZAAB

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 baj rahay hain, sona nahi hai kia?". But afterwards I thought "kay ager acha nahi roz ka aana jana to 2,3 roz kay baad to aaya bhi ja sakta hai aur jaya bhi".
Anyway, an interesting news I have, I also by myself never heard abt that in my whole life, especially these kinds of things or I would say arrangements are almost hardly seen in Pakistan.
65 marriages at the same time, same place, would u believe that. Yeah it happened in my very own area of Karachi. I saw it from my very own eyes, some organization provides that facility once ina year every year in Karachi, can't say anythin abt other cities of Pakistan. Nikkah was already done, they just were calling the Hubbys' names and was handing over them their brides. lolzzz funny.
I am seriously thinking that next time I will also get prepare and reach to that damn place and will bring 2 or 3. :) hahaha
That happened on 15th, after a very day of uncle valentine. I was busy in a single wedding of my friend's side. Poor ppl were they, only arranged a single.
Anyway, I found a typical sindhi guy there, who very forcibly fitted in his suit. He just saw me sitting wid my friend alone and he ate up our whole head. He was offering me a cigarette but I was precautioned earlier to not to smoke in the presence of my friend's father and elder brothers. So I avoid smoking. But the guy was start telling me his story, and goes "Baba u are doing well by not smoking inside the hall, I also wont smoke here if my ABBA would be here, I rather will do it by the end of this very area in his presence."
Anyway, we enjoyed the party in da company of NIKKAH KHUWAAN (he happened to be my friend's friend, a lil intro and he sat wid us :(, another tragedy)

Adios *yawn* World.

Valentine's day.

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 ullo kay pathay yeh neechay to kia ker kay aya hai?". I mean every body seems walking on his foot prints. His story is a very sadistic one though.
In some old kingdom, there was a king who wants to have a bachelor army men in his army, coz bachelors don't have anything to worry abt. So that king banned marriage for any young man in his kingdom. But then that king came to know that somewhere in his kingdom there is a saint who hiddenly helps men and women to get married. King ordered to put him in prison, and in prison that saint fell in love wid king's very own daughter. lolz that saint valentine must be a Pakistani, they always use to hit a jack pot. :)
Anyway, after that love story king hanged that saint and qissa khatam.
But what the hack starts after that, valentine's day. Saint SAHAB must be getting jealous by the stupids down here, "I am burning in the fire of hell and look at these stupids they are preparing themselves to become part of the hell like me".
Anyway, this is not it, Pakistan is in trap of another influence, tonight is a BASANT NIGHT :(. Oh LORD help me. :( I hate Basant, but what is the story behind BASANT night? *wondering*
Adios World.

Mobile day

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 morning, I took two PANGAS with two different drivers, and I want to write it here coz I wanna show the world that how careless and unmature lady drivers are use to be.

SCENE NO 1: I was going at 80 Km/h on the first bridge after MARRIOTT Hotel and I was thinking seriously about the rush of traffic, I was at the over taking lane when a COROLLA of 1984 start pushing me towards the road coming from wrong side of me, suddenly I felt that and, break at right time saved me, otherwise that COROLLA would had killed me. I took a long breath, threw the butt of cigarette, lightened another one, and turn up the volume of my car's deck while my foot was forcing the accelerator at its maximum, I soon caught that car and found that two girls were sitting in it. So I over took the car, she tried dozens of times to get her place back but I didn't let her, and a very sad end when I forced her to hit another car slightly in front of her when I saw the signal getting red, I left them when the driver of that damaged car was getting out of his car in a very dangerous mood (khana Kharab hogaya). lolzz. The car number plate said W-9003

SCENE NO 2: I was on 110 and no one was near to me, I saw a Brand new Lime green Prosmatic cutting in the middle of the road to Marriott again, I had to pull my breaks at limits and the driver was completely jumped in her car by hearing the scratches of tyres on the road, and she was then showing me her hand to take a breath, I gave her a flying kiss in a moment when she was looking at me and let her go :). Darn girls never can be a good drivers. Yeh baat confirm hai.
Anyway, those were two important happenings besides many unimportant things happened yesterday. I wasn't in mood to write anything tonight, but according to my horoscope of this week, they allows me to write freely, be happy and flirt freely. And when it comes to flirt..... Pinky my darling I am commingggg....................
Adios World.