Un even.

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.

پانی کا بلبلہ

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 ہیں۔ مجھے یقین ہے وہ لوگ دو چیزیں سوچتے ضرور ہونگے، یا تو دل کھول کے مجھے بد دعائیں دیتے ہوں گے یا پھر مجھے جان سے مار ڈالنے کے طریقے سوچتے ہوں گے۔ کسی کو مار ڈالنا میرے ذاتی نظرئیے میں اتنا آسان کام نہیں ہے مگر ہاں بددعا پر غور کیا جا سکتا ہے۔ غور کر چکنے کے بعد جب میں اپنا جائزہ لیتا ہوں تو نظر آتا ہے دھان پان سا ایک بندہ، جو کسی بھی عام انسان کی طرح کیلے کے چھلکے سے پھسل کے بھی جان بحق ہو سکتا ہے۔شائد ہی ایک لیٹر سے زیادہ خون ہو مجھ میں۔بس ایک لائف گارڈ ہے میرے پاس وہ جنت کی ہوا مطلب میری ماں کی دعا ہے، جس کے نا ہونے کا دھیان موسٰی کو بھی اللہ نے دلا دیا تھا۔یہ سوچ کے ایک لمبی سانس لیتا ہوں، ایک شیطانی مسکراھٹ ہونٹوں پر آجاتی ہےاور میں ایک بار پھر نت نئے طریقے سوچنا شروع کر دیتا ہوں کہ کیسے ان ہڈ دھرموں کو راہِ راست پر لایا جائے۔

روئدادِ زندگانی جاری ہے جب تک زندگی ہے۔۔۔۔

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, funny scene was when I asked the salesman about stitching cost. It goes like;
Me: how much for the piece?
SM: 2400
Me: ok, how much for stitching?
SM: 3250. (**looked at my face for mark of hainnnnnnn????**)
Me: (**relaxed**) hmmm
**a little while**
Me again: hainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, kiu bhai???

Haha. Anyway, buying such clothes once in a month isn’t that much effectual on my pocket but dil bara krany mai thora sa time to lagay ga :).

Adios.

I am Hypocrite.

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 announce
I 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.

Naya post, Purani baat

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 are not easy especially if ur partner is such a stubborn dude like noman pathan.
Btw we were downloading songs from audiospy.net. Rate our choice, i have downloaded Broken by Seether and Iris of Goo Goo Dolls and Noman has downloaded Chamillionaire's Riding Dirty and Temperature by Sean Paul. Its getting very cold I better get myself another cup of tea, my 3rd already.

Bila-unwaan!

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 failed in his urdu paper of 1st year in college, i desperately asked why? and the reply was sort of very funny....i dont like their urdu i have my own way of perception and they put few unneccessary things in that paper thats why i left. He died due to Brain tumor. May his soul rest in peace.
Ghazanfar...my collegue at my very first work place, i never thought that we would become very good friends but his friendly and dedicated nature helped us become. He is no more in this world, died due to blood cancer. Few years back before his death i met him on msn, he told me that he is on his vaccations from work because he is no mroe able to work now he had to go to hospital for a full body's blood change. I cannot forget his question which he asked me when last time we talked..Fahad mere saath he aisa kiu hua?....i cannot express the meaning of that condition which took over me...
I know no one in this world can answer these questions, neither can I :(...damn it mat yaad aya kro mujhey....

emphasizing on sto-pidi-ty

simat simat, nazar nazar, phudak phudak, bilak bilak
kahan khatam, ulajh ulajh, wahan talak wahan talak

mai jo bay lub, ufaq ufaq, akhir talak
junoon e bay naam, rah guzar, her dagar

mauj e shoq mai bhatak bhatak, nagar nagar
self recognization, kami kami, gumshuda bhurar

mai jo bay nishan, jabar jabar, matak matak, falak falak
nahi aaj say, chipak chipak, tapak tapak, rapat rapat

ROFL

Lo kar lo baat

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 mohtaaj hain…..
There’s no such thing in world jo aap ko bina kuch kiye mil jaye, you have enough patrol in your car to travel but if you forgot to fill the radiator with water aap zaror kahin na kahin ruk jain gay, issi terha in presence of both these things what you going to do if your car get punctured? You won’t be sure until u makes it sure. Don’t get panic no matter what happen jazbay aur preparation he aap ko takmeel tak lay jatay hain. Although I am yet to be a successful man but I’ve got a key and the key to success is aap kuch bhi paana chahain aap ko uss k liye kuch na kuch krna perta hai, devoid of doing anything you cannot do anything!

Maqaam-e-Afsos!

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 mujhey aisa laga jaisay mai Mars per aa gya hoon, this is not my world, this is not my country, this is not the country jiss k liye hamaray national heroes nay apni jaan tak laga di. Anyway I am already so pissed off and I dun wanna get teased any longer.
Ending with a sms joke which I received on 13th august:
“Royat-e-Halal committee k chairman Mufti Muneeb-ur-Rehman ko 14 august ka chaand nazar nahi aya lihaza jashn-e-azadi 15th august baroze budh manayi jaye gi.”

Iss joke mai kia kuch hidden hai uss ka andaza her Pakistani ko pichlay 2 3 saaloon mai ho he chukka hoga.

Adios.

Story of an official meeting

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 impact which I wanted to create on those Government’s officials was successfully done. I prepared the minutes of this meeting and they appreciated that. In the end of the meeting they took my visiting card for future contact. Right now I am feeling like flying in the skies.
The flight is now landing for dinner :)
Adios.