A must do Tag

UNIQUE

1. Nervous habits... Shake my legs.
2. Are you double jointed... Nope.
3. Can you roll your tongue... I do think about it sometimes but I know I can’t do it.
4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time... Perfectly!!!! I saw my roommate doing that with a great degree of perfection. After much practice now I can also lift up my right eyebrow! Now the problem is – sometimes I feel that it stays a millimeter above its normal position …..lolz

5. Can you blow spit bubbles...Stinking.
6. Can you cross your eyes... No.
7. Tattoos... Hate them.
8. Piercings... None.
9. Do you make your bed daily... Who bothers -- while at home you don’t have to worry about these things -- yes when I was in hostel I used to do that myself.

CLOTHES

10. Which shoe goes on first?... Right one, mostly.
11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone... Not that I recall.
12. On the average, how much money do you carry... Thousand only.
13. What jewelry do you wear 24/7... My specs … do they count?
14. Favorite piece of clothing... Embroidered Kurta Shalwar.

FOOD

15. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it... Cut it.
16. Have you ever eaten Spam...
17. Do you use extra salt on your food... Sometimes.
18. How many cereals in your cabinet... None, I think.
19. What's your favorite beverage...Coca Cola.
20. What's your favorite fast food restaurant/chain...KFC
21. Do you cook... I used to cook readings in Physics Experiments ...... lolzzzzzz.

GROOMING

22. How often do you brush your teeth... A couple times a day.
23. Hair drying method... Towel.
24. Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair... Never.

MANNERS

25. Do you ever swear... I try to avoid it, strictly.
26. Do you ever spit... Never.

FAVORITE

27. Animal... Fried Fish & Chicken. :D
28. Food... JANWAR HEE CHALAIN GAY ….. lolz
29. Month... April, May, June, July.
30. Day... Saturday + Sunday.
31. Cartoon... Swat kats, Johnny Quest, Bugs and Deffy Show, The Mask.
32. Shoe brand... Um... Weinbrenner
33. Subject in school... No more schooling.
34. Color... Oh leave it.
35. Sport... Baseball, but who plays here?
36. TV shows... Who din khawab howay. No time for that …. And if I have some free time, I prefer to use PC.

37. Thing to do in the spring... I will buy rambling-creepers – I love them.
38. Thing to do in the summer... Will start jogging, play cricket and lots of awaragardi.
39. Thing to do in the fall... Walk through the crunchy fallen leaves.
40. Thing to do in winter... Would that I could hibernate..
41. In the CD player... Nothing.
42. Person you talk most on the phone with... Sajjad – class fellow.
43. Reading... Blogs!!
44. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows/mirrors... Nope.
45. What color is your bedroom...Off-White scheme
46. Do you use an alarm clock... Yes.
47. Window seat or isle... Window.

DUMB

48. What's your sleeping position... I like to sleep on my right side.
49. In hot weather do you use a blanket... Nope.
50. Do you snore... Yes… and I am worried, not a good thing.
51. Do you sleepwalk... Wish -- if I could!
52. Do you talk in your sleep... Very very rare.

53. Do you sleep with stuffed animals... Nope….. hee heeee

Question of the Tag: which stuffed item had Marina Khan with her in Drama Serial Tanhayaan? Just recall your memory folks.

It was a smart Pink Panther.

54. How about with the light on... These days it is YES.
55. Do you fall asleep with the tv or radio on... sometimes I sleep while listening radio.
56. Last interesting person you met... Shayzee -- school fellow -- met him after 5 years.

Tagging

Aamanna – It’s a long tag for you, once again!
Raheel
Khwab
Asma
Hani

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Baba-e-Qoom!
He gave us Pakistan!

















Baba-e-KFC

He gave us the gift of fried chicken!


Thankyou both of you!

So today I have received a call letter for an interview!!! Wohaaaa! I wasn’t expecting that. They have just sent the letter at 11^th hour. Interview is on this Friday. Now I am fully active, feeling energetic and all my senses have started working properly and are ready to accept another challenge type of thingeee. Coz only two nights and lot of things to revise. So once again it’s me with books, cups of tea and Cold n foggy winter nights! In a full mood to study and to prepare for this upcoming interview. Actually it does not matter whether they call you to join or not, whether you join them or not .... appearing in these tests and interviews matters. Coz they are very important for self-evaluation. They actually tell you that where you are standing in market, what you have already learnt, how much do you know about your field and which are the things that you still have to learn. So that's why appearing in tests with full preparation and confidence is always recommended and is necessary as well. They only way to simply come outta your own moving-shell, to interact with others and to remain in touch with the goings on.

Tomorrow I have to tell another new story to my HoD so that he may grant me a leave on Friday. That’s a one big hurdle ahead. I was already on leave on last Thursday. Let us see what happens. TC.

Listening to: Mayra Peyar by Amir Zaki

Are you familiar with this thing?


Buy it from here for only US $ 12.99

Yesterday's Discovery: A partially mean person.

Nature of a person can be changed but it can not be changed permanently. So more or less, nature remains the same. I have personally observed this thing in many people around me. And testing a person again and agian is not a wise thing. Once you come to know about him/her, you must stop expecting any thing good or any type of favor from that side. The element of meanness always remains at their end . So, better off without them.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Sharfoo was wondering: Keeps the doctor away from what??


Sharfoo heard from somewhere: Alexander the great --- was born in a plate!
The other day he was telling me: some born in a plate, some born with a spoon – that’s how people of this world started knowing about spoons and plates.

Bus Sharfoo Bus --- Bohat ho ga’ey --- Mujay Aisa Kiyon Lagta Hay Kah Tum Mujay Qatal Kurwa’oo Gay?


Listening to: Rim Jhim by Shuja Haider.

Marvellous! Though personal choices may vary but do listen it atleast once.
GEt it from Here

LESCO- Lahore Electric Supply Company is doing a real good job. They do attend the complaints made by the customers on phone calls. My brother just dialed their number and told them the problem about light fluctuation and after half hour they were knocking our door. It was simply a matter of tightening the cable connections from transformer and took them only 10 minutes. Good Work! I wasn’t expecting this quick service from them!

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A while ago I was composing a job application form in MS Word, according to the ‘specimen format’ given in this Sunday’s Dawn that was advertised by Atomic Energy Commission of Pakistan. These forms are not available on their webpage; rather they take a test of an applicant’s skill in MS Office by giving these specimens in the papers. Fauji Fertilizer Company also does the same. And one more thing about AEC is that they don’t call for a test / interview before 3 months. And luckily if you clear all the tests and interviews then there is a long security clearance period.

‘Khaak Ho Jain Gay Tumhara Call Letter Aanay Tak’ wali baat hay….!

These days where there is a vacancy … there is my CV :) Now I know I can’t continue my present job for a long time. I am just waiting for a better or at least an equivalent opportunity.

You might be thinking why I want to switch over the job? No doubt I am drawing a handsome salary from here, environment is good too, and office is not that far from home - I am enjoying the comforts of home unlike most of my class fellows. But the strict policies of company, bland tasting food and their poor transport service are the things that are indeed a bad experience and compel me 20 times a day to put a resign on my HOD’s table- with a smile on my face “Haa Haa … I have found a better job seneeeoooorrr- goodbye”.

So Atomic Energy or the field of Oil and Gas- who offer jobs on attractive salaries & 16/14 or 20/10 Rota are in my preference now. Prayers are needed my fellow bloggers!

Perhaps it might be interesting for you to know that there are only four Polymer Plants in Pakistan and I am working on one of them! And this experience is the only good reason to stay here otherwise I would have moved from here in the very start.

So after typing down all that stuff I am feeling a bit better now. ALLAH meya whatever YOU have written for me, please let it be in my favor - for a better and prosperous future – so that all my wishes and dreams may come true!


Listening to: Hamesha by EP

Stolen from orkut.

Q: Which thing can end the sufferings of half-slaughtered victims of Love?
A: Knife Sharpeners!

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Life is too good if i minus office from it.

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Abul-Qasim kay jutoon k baray main sunna to tha --- daikh bhi liyay ---- 3 din pehlay ---- namaz-e-jummah per masjid kay bahir ---- jaisaw sunna tha unsay berh kar hi paw'ay ---- albata yah pata nahi chal saka kah momi'noon main Abul-Qasim konsay thay :)

Akhir kaar Sharfoo nay bahir ja kar taleem hasil karnay ka faisla kar liya…………


***A grey wolf howls - just like it howls mysteriously in front of
a full moon***


Ore phir ………………….


5 mint baad Sharfoo apnay college kay gate say bahar sarak per khara tha ………. !!

Sharfoo was given home work to write an essay of 500 words on forests.

He had heard somewhere that a picture is worth 1000 words. So when he pasted this picture in his notebook with gum, he was very happy.

"Ajj to murghaa nahi bano ga ... home work complete hay"

Magar ........

Sha'eed kismat ajj bhi us per may'herbaan nahi thi ....

When his Ostaad Sahib checked his homework ... don't ask what happened next with him ....


Random Thought: Office main Lapooo per kaam karnay ki waja say filhaal apna Deskoo (Desktop) zahar lag raha hay :S

Tagged

Asma Mirza tagged me -- thankyou.


P . E . R . S . O . N . A . L . S .

-Name/initials: Munir/M
-Birthday: 11th December, 1980 --- If avaerage age is 50, then I have lived half of my life.
-Siblings: Four.
-Height: 5’ 8’’


F. A . S . H . I . O . N . S . T . U . F . F .


-Where is your favorite place to shop: Liberty-Lahore


.S . P . E . C . I . F . I . C . S .

-What are you most scared of?: While thinking about death.?
-What would you change about yourself?: I will change my eating habits and would like to switch to vegetables!


F . A . V . O . R . I . T . E . S .


-Color: Purple, Parrot Green, Navy/Sky Blue, Orange and Cherry Red.

-Food: Any thing that tastes well and it must be spicy.

-subjects in school: Nah Nah Nah … plz … Let the sleeping dogs lie ----- Thankyou.

-Hobbies: Now I can’t type here ‘Sleeping’ lolz.
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Have you Ever Smoked?: Yes! There is nothing wrong in it ---- except health risks that take time to surface. People often exaggerate when they say ‘Cigarette-noshi aik lanat hai.’

-bungee jumped?: Nops … but I would like to go for it!

-been in love?: My heart aches.

-Ever made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: No … if you are asking particularly about getting outta trouble.

-cried when someone died?: Yes – very natural.


C . U . R . R . E . N . T .


-music: Hotel California - Instrumental
-desktop picture: A pic from American Aviaton Gallery.










-book you're reading: A Textbook of Electrical Technology a.k.a BL Theraja.
-in cd player: Spinning nothing … FM89 rocks.
-in DVD player: Still in my To-Buy-List


A . R . E . Y . O . U .


-insecure: Thanks to ALLAH, I am not insecure.
-moody: Everybody on this planet is moody and I am not fom Mars.
-hard working: Sometimes.
-organized: Yes.
-shy: These type of questions are for our Mashriqi Larkiyaan.
-difficult: Not much difficult if compared with Complex Fourier and Laplace Transformations….. LoLz
-messy: Not at all. *Declares in full confidence.*
-obsessed: Sometimes


R . A . N . D . O . M .


-In the morning I am: Almost Fresh!!! I am gradually saying goodbye to my Laziness … Getting up early isn’t a big problem for me now.
-I dream about: One day I will move to NØRGE.


F . I . N . A . L . Q . U . E . S . T . I . O . N . S .


-what was the last film you saw at the movies? Gone are the days jab GH filmain daykha kartay thay. Time he nahi milta.
-what did you have for breakfast this morning?: Andaa Paratha and Chai.
-could you live without your computer?: Yes … But lifestyle change ho jaey ga.
-Gold or Silver: Are you asking about Credit Cards?
-would you color your hair?: No.


T.A.G.G.I.N.G.

Raheel, Naqi, Hani, Lil Princess, Khawab, Aamanna and SG.

KUCH DIN PEHLAY MIRZA ASIF SAY MULAQQT HOWI --- PURANAY CLASS FELLOW HAIN ----- P.I.A SAY INTERNSHIP KAR KAY TAZA TAZA FARIG HOWAY HAIN --- OSS DIN JANAB NAY PIA KI SHAAN MAIN KAMAL QASEDAY PERHAY --- BARAY JAZBATI THAY ---- 777 ORE 747 KI TAREEF KARTAY ZABAN NAHI THAKTI THI ----- MUJAY DAR THA JAZBATI HO KAR KHOD HI TAKE OFF NA KAR JAEIN :)


WO KHOD TO QISSAY SUNAA KAR CHALTAY BANAY ------ MAGAR HUMARAY DRAWING ROOM MAIN ABHI TAK HUNGAMA BERPA HAY ------- HER 2 MINUTE BAAD 1 FLIGHT TAKE OFF KAR RAHI HAY ORE 1 OTER RAHI HAI -------- PATA NAHI KAB TAK RUNWAY BUSY RAHAY GAAA ???

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These days carelessness is in air. Yesterday, rather than ironing my clothes on iron stand, Mat per hee kapra bechaya --- ore janab nay kapray istari kar liyay --- Subha oth kar daykha to mat per 2 isterii’yaan bani howi theen --- Bara afsoos howa --- Naa-haq itni
Aht’eyaaat ki --- Mat nay to kharab hona hi tha :-S

Sharfoo bhi aaw mojood howay --- Jala howa mat daikha, apni naaak Sukooriiii ore goya howay: ‘Yah Indoor Mysterious Circles hain.’

Unn kay isss tabsaray ko sun kar hamain yaqeen ho gaya kay un’hain iss discovery per Aik na Aik din Nobel Prize zaroor millay gaa! Ore NP dainay walay bhi Indoor circles per authority hoon gay. Lolz.

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KAFI DINOO BAAD AIK DOST SAY PHONE PER BAAT HO RAHI THI ------- KISSSI BAAAT PER UN’HAIN KOI MASH’WARA DIYA TO HANS KAR BOLAY :

AAJ MUJAY PATA CHAL GAYA HAY -- FARIG DEMAAGH
SHAY’TAAN KA GHAR HOTA HAY!!!!

NAIKI KI QADAR HE NAHI HAY :-s

So i gave up!



Listening to: Hotel California by Eagles.

AoA! Well i remained so much busy during last 10 days. Office, home and office again. Thanks everybody for dropping by meanwhile. Here is the post below for u ppl ... Read on!

Green Head to himself: Do you know GH what your actual problem is? Even being so grown up, you are still hesitant to accept those realities which certainly are the basics to lead a normal human life. It dawned upon me today morning. Actually when I say ‘accept’ mostly it means ‘compromise’. So actually, I compromise with these realities by convincing myself that this is the destiny – only at times when it is incumbent. Oh man, wait for a second, why I am getting that serious? And why I should be? In this world there are different schools of thought. But according to Sharfoo, books and thoughts are none of my business. I have schools with playgrounds only :(



I have GoL – germs of laziness. My parents think that I am the most idiotic and laziest piece of scum on this planet. They never found me doing anything right on the right time in the past 7 years. Rather they have seen me doing nothing. But they don’t know this is everything! No work, no pain. And when there isn’t any pain, who would like to think about gains by the way?


Firstly I was treated with smirks followed by the advices in soft tones. Then they started scolding me and words became harsher and harsher with the every passing day. But one day ……….. Hey STOP for a while! What you are expecting? What should have happened? They broke their patience? Hay na? Aisa kuch nahi howa … One day they gave up - when they realized that I don’t have anything between my ears. Since then i feel myself in heaven!


But sometimes I do give surprises to others. For example when I passed my third year exams in first attempt, the news spread like a wild fire in campus. And what should I say about my class fellows. Their jaws hung wide open with this unexpected piece of news. They said: We were not expecting it atleast form you. That year, Zubair and Adnan were expecting a suicide report from room number 215 - obviously that was the room of yours truly. And interestingly, for many days, after the declaration of result, I remained ashamed for what I had done! My parents and especially some relatives took a while to recover from this shock…..

Ooay pass ho gaya ????


Khair …. I am not that much concerned with the books and results at the moment. I was telling about my torpid nature. When I was in my teenage, I read somewhere that boys in this age fall in and out of love 100 times a year. I also fell in love, in a hope to hit a three-digit number. Ah, my nature once again … it refused to fall out of this love and unfortunately my score remained 1 for the next 2 years. Sadly, my concerned party was much active. When my score was 0.25, her score was 3.


*~GH sheds some Crocodile Tears~*


And these days i have improved a lil bit because of loads of work but still this nature can't be changed. Coz rather than going to the TV Lounge for the Cricket Updates of Pakistan-England Test Match, I am using the Cell Fone Service Updates. Thankyou Warid Telecom! What else should i say now?


Adios.

:(

I am sad.

coz nothing can be predicted about life.

At one moment there is life and the very next moment the kingdom of death and darkness takes over to rule.

And i am feeling sad for Raheela - a professional trekker and climber. Her dead body was found burried under the rubble of margalla towers.

May ALLAH rest her soul in piece. Below is the link to her web page.

www.raheela.com

nothing much to say at the moment.

10 Favorites:

Favorite Season: Beginning Summer

Favorite Sport: Football – in a sense of watching.

Favorite Time: My Childhood.

Favorite Month: March/April/May – It’s a time when the days start to stretch again – when everything becomes so pleasant and bright - when the fragrance of freshly blooming flowers is everywhere in the air. And It’s a season of vibrant colors, cheers & happiness.

Favorite Actor : Skipped

Favorite Actress: Skipped

Favorite Ice Cream: Cherry/Vanilla.

Favorite Food: Fast food.

Favorite Drink: Pepsi and Tea.

Favorite Place: My bed.

9 Currents:

Current Feeling: Normal.

Current O/S: Windows XP.

Current Windows Open: My Pictures, Real Player, Lingo if my Inner Voice – Raheel, WordPad.

Current Drink: Tea.

Current Time: 1:15 PM

Current Mobile(s) Used : Nokia 7210

Current Show on TV: Eid Transmission is on air.

Current Thought: Today I have to study.

Current Cloths: Shalwar Qameez.


8 Firsts:



First Nick: Innocent Devil. (how a devil can be innocent? so I changed the nick)

First Kiss: Ahmm.

First Crush: Tanhayaan fame, so vivacious and so charming Marina Khan.

First Computer: Celeron CPU 1.70GHz.

First Vehicle I drove: Motor bike.

First Job: Obviously as an Instrument Engineer.

First Movie I watched on Pulse Global’s print: Blue Street??

First Pet: Never kept pets. Waisay isn’t our blog an E-Pet?

First Shave: In 1998.

7 Lasts:

Last Chai: Today morning.

Last Movie: Scary Movie 3.

Last Time Shaved: 2 days ago.

Last Web Site Visited: Lingo of my inner voice.

Last Software Installed: Microsoft AntiSpyware.

Last Pill I Had: Disprin – many days ago.



6 Have You Evers:



Have You Ever Broken the Law: Very innocent question. Those who say they havn’t, tell a lie.

Have You Ever Been Drunk: No.

Have You Ever Climbed a Tree: Yes.

Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: No.

Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire or Bomb Blast?: No.

Have You Ever Broken Anyone’s Heart: Many times.



5 Things:



Things You Can Hear Right Now: Sab Darwazay by Shariq Roomi is playing softly in the background.

Things on Your Computer Table: An empty glass, A note book, The Ravi – Annual mag of GC Lahore ( I am using it as a mouse pad.)

Things on Your Bed: Nothing – I hate mucky rooms.

Things You Ate Today: Breakfast with two cups of tea and a piece of cake.

Things in Mind: I have to complete some pending office work and prepare for 6 monhtly test/interview.

*feels a bitter taste on his tongue*



4 Places You Have Been Today:

Washroom
TV lounge
Kitchen
Bedroom

3 People You Can Tell Anything To:

Still searching for these 3.

2. Choices:

Black or White: Black .
Hot or Cold: Cold.

1 Thing You Want To Do Before You Die:

In addition to religious affairs, that include bohat sari Namazain, Duaain and Astaghfar - i would like to taste deer’s meat at least once before dying.

Tagging:

Naqi and SG.

This Eid day also passed away very silently.

Current mood: very happy and relax ... but don't know why.

And listening to : Koi baat karo - Tina Sani.

design by GH.

Random Thoughts

Eid holidays of four days! Hurray! Every month should be a Ramadan. But then, will every month have a Chaand-Raat and an Eid-day as well?

Kaash kuch aisa hii hota.
Kia Karin is dil ka … kisi kisi baat per bay tarhaaan machal saa jataa hay.



Ahsun dot net is down. Is it so? Either my PC or Ahsun.net has become Ramadaan sensitive. Has anybody listened to the re-tooled version of National Anthem? Is it available online?

Do you know, in cinemas NA is not played completely. Only its first and last stanzas are played. And only a few people, whose number can be counted on fingers, bother to stand up! What about you guys? Is this a measure of patriotism?


I firmly believe: Wrestling is a modern form of duels of ancient age, in which, ultimately, one of the contestants had to lose his life. Slaves were forced to fight with each other and sometimes they were pushed in the cages of hungry loins and bears, empty handed. That was a complete show of brutality just for the sake of fun. Apart from these shows of inhumanity, these duels were also organized as a game in different events! However, just imagine for a while, isn’t wrestling the same thing that we watch on our television sets today?

Do you agree with me? NO??? *GH raises one of his eyebrows and rolls up his sleeves *



Most annoying question of the day was: App ki Tankhaw kitni hay.


Side bar will be edited soon. Adios.

Dozing at work.

Today was the toughest day at office. I had to do a great effort to keep my eyes open. I slept late yesterday. And i kept on dozing in a dozing corner (that i have discovered recently at Plant) for some time. *Making sarkari dafter wala mahool*. And i kept on cursing myself 'kia bakwas hai yar kahan phans gaey'. Very risky thing. They can surely fire me without any warning. So from tomorrow no more dozing. GH finally decides.

em not happy with this job. This is the actual problem. These days i am posting cvs. And simply waiting for responses. Lets c kab halaat badaltay hain.

Waisay in Japan, this activity is legal in offices. Known as After Lunch Nap.

Aadat

YAADAIN GAH'RI HAIN ITNI

KAH DIL DOOB JAAEY (WAH)

AAAB TO AADAT SI HAY MUJHKO

AISAY JENAY MAIN

Playing this song continuously....

Down the Memory Lane

Listening to: Hamsafar by Hadiqa Kiyani.

This song always reminds me about my very early days at GC Lahore in October 1997. As such there are no particular memories but it is all about the 'time and space' that i am missing now! My bi-seater room on first floor, A small circular lawn in the center of hostel, A weak & old kite with it's one broken wing - that used to live in the lawn under a concrete bench and was fed by baba ji- the gate keeper, The very particular aroma of white flowers, Wet and cold winter nights, Maroon color
tea-mugs with a college logo printed on them in golden color, Tea with it's specific iila'echy flavor, Mouth watering mess menu, Hostel library, Waiting for Tuc Shop to open in the enevings from 4 to 5 and then again from 8 to 9 pm after dinner - had a certain charm in it, Walks to Anarkali after dinner - accompanied by Badar, Naqi, Noman and Rizwan, Study period from 9 to 11 pm - in which we were supposed to be at our study tables and in that SP i always read novels, Smoking in rooms, Late night discussions on Mantoo kay afsanay and what not and what not! And oh i forgot to mention about my 'Always On' pocket size radio - it was a time when FM100 was the only king in the music industry! Bunking classes and rushing to Bukhari Auditorium to attend debating competitions - And I used to go there to listen the speeches of Aadiyah Quyum - such an enchantingly beautiful babe she was, with a unique debating style as well, deserves a mention! :) Choosing/Revising niks of students and teachers, Cheating of Assignments (yeah that is very imp to make a good assgmnt.), Using 'Way Up' to come down from floor 'One' to ground floor in main college building, suggestions for College Weekly Gazette, Music society, Annual dinners, Golden nights and the list goes on..............!

That was indeed a best part of my life!

O' ALLAH Almighty please help us to complete these rescue operations successfully at our earliest. Ameen.


Market main chezain black ho rahi hain. Dawayan, kambal, bistar ore kapray wagaira, sab loog is chakar main hain kah season main monafa kama lain.

Aik taraf is baat per khoshi hai kah logon main qurbani ka bay-gharz jazba hay tu dosri taraf is baat ka afsoos kah kuch log is moqa per bhi bah'tee ganga main haath dhona chah rahay hain.

Kia karin ... Aakhir ko Pakistani thah'ray ...

More than 12 hours are gone since quake has struck South Asia. More than thousand casualties are already reported in Pakistan and still it is not known how many people are still under the rubble waiting for the help to reach them. I am sad, upset and frightened. The geologists are saying quake is not over yet. More shock waves are expected. Nearly at 4 pm there were some shocks again. And right now it is raining in Islamabad. It means that the rescue teams have some difficulties ahead. Alas, people are still under the tons of wreckage, injured and hungry and fighting to sustain life in these unfavorable weather conditions. And the saddest thing is nobody knows how many of them will survive. We can only pray for them. Needless to say, rescue teams are continuously working there.


I have seen the clip of studio recording of PTV. The guest in the show was quite sensible and I must say he had strong nerves. He realized it was a quake, rather than rushing wildly he recited some prayers, Kalma and said Astaghfaar. Everything in the studio was badly moving. And this whole clip was much enough to shake my soul from deep inside.



In the morning, at 7 minutes before 9 am, I was in my office when I suddenly felt some mild vibrations. Due to heavy machinery installed on the plant, vibrations are a routine matter. But they are never that strong to vibrate the chair. I was a bit astonished but I ignored. The very next moment there was another stronger wave and by then I had realized it was an earthquake. I was alone, rushed to the door of deputy-manager next to me, he was also rushing outside. But for a while the quake ended and DM was in a mood to sit back in his chair, but then another wave shook everything and its intensity kept on increasing and finally we left the rooms instantly.

Our whole deptt. was present in the lawn with fear on their faces … and in front of us was badly swaying three storey building with people still stuck in its stairs. It was horrible to see and everybody was saying Astaghfaar. The quake lasted for about 5 minutes. Thanks to ALLAH there wasn’t any sort of damage.

After his whole incident, I saw only one person who had a smile on his face. Was this the time to smile? Not at all … perhaps that’s when u evoke all your sins and beg for mercy from ALLAH. There wasn’t any effect on him. Pretty strange. May ALLAH forgive us all.

The proceedings of senate are dismissed so that senators may also take part in rescue operations . hah. A laugh line in this serious situation.

ohh 

میرا دل چاھتا ہے کہ ڈربی ریس میں گھوڑے ھمیشہ میری وجہ سے دوڑتے رھیں اور میں ھمیشہ یونہی گھوڑے بیچ کر سوتا رھوں ۔۔۔۔۔ گرین ھیڈ

Tagging or Tugging....? lol

I was tagged by: Raheel & EssJee!

The rules:

1. Go to your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest)
4. Post the text of the sentence with these instructions.
5. Tag 5 people.


The fifth line of my 23rd post was :

'Hope floats!'

Actually it was all about a chance of winning a 256MB Data Carrier, offered by Spider. The Mini-Titanic sank! hah.

I am tagging:

1. Asma
2. Aamanna
3. Naqi
4. Little Princess
(She wanted to meet sharfoo ... Lolz)

5. Everybody who hasn't done this post yet.

It is always very difficult to bear loathsome bloody toads of a gutter that have sky high egos.

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Once again I am sick of this blogging! Too seriously this time … the whole charm is lost ... a common problem of bloggers is : oh feeling too bad, I am depressed, wanna kick his ass, I will shoot you, GOD give me power … I am having some tough time … ahh lost him/her … tears, sobs & sighs. Will this dark night ever end? Oh I am sick, headache is the worst of all the pains … and then in the following posts there is a slight change, just notice: oh there is some light at the end of tunnel, I am recovering … My doctor was right … thank you for all your prayers, sympathies, sms, emails, get-well-soon-cards, hugs etc … I am perfectly alright now! Life is back to routine … Life is a struggle … but after sometime: I am sick of it … need a break! and then have plans to hang out with friends … kal ki shesha party pakki … going to isloo on this weekend but first I have some concerts to attend here in town … oh so much fun … sachi bara maza aaaya … bas ab packing chal rahi hay … I will miss my cat … and then next 2 or 3 posts will be on the trip with photos … life becomes smooth gain … and then routine work of office or college. And then something starts pinching us … ah memories … I am crying and missing these times … I want to rewind back … the blogger then finds peace in songs … bus yahi hay … this song and that memory … it takes time to get normal … talked to xyz after a long time … I really feel happy … he/she is always ready for help … Back to normal … reading novels and eating burgers … Life is such a beautiful thing … Thanks to ALLAH. Meanwhile blogger also posts some pics, quizzes from web and some serious article regarding social and religious affairs … and this whole cycle repeats from the beginning …. And the life goes on !

oe year gone... 

Today i was good luck enough to come bak from office on time at 5:30 pm . Actually one person from every deptt. has to over-stay at plant once in a week ... very rubbish ... 3 extra hours without any extra benefit :( So it becomes a duty of 11.5 hours. Today was my turn. PA of the Plant Manager manages this schedule, ensures the arrangement of transport and then informs the concerned person with a blood boiling tone ... aaj appka over-stay hay ... PA was on leave and the person on duty in his place perhaps forgot to inform me and i skipped from the jail early, though i was mentally prepared for his fone call. And it was going to be my third overstay today.


purpose of overstay: Nothing but a bull shit. only bloody rules.


One day my Manager was advising me: '' U r supposed to overstay daily and try to learn early, read manuals, understand electrical drawings (it is just like extracting meanings from an abstract drawing) and see how trobleshooting is done.'' ... No way ... i said to myself ... it is extremely meaningless ... believe me 8 hours of duty are enough to exhaust you. But i felt a bit surprised when one day my father advised me the same ... all the managers think in a same way :D

In October i will have to appear in a Test and Interview again for next 6 month's so-called training. This time the panel is very dangerous; Group Consultant, GM, Manager Technical, Plant Manager and my HOD.

ahh 1 qurbani ka bakraa oore itnay saaray zalim qasa'ey. Magar hamara manshoor aaj bhii wohi hay '' parho gay, likhoo gay, ho gay kharaab.''


Lets see what happens - with them :)


Listening to : Thora Thora piyar by Fariha Pervaiz.
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Credit for this skin goes to Asma Mirza. She always has some good suggestions.

Don't miss an English show hosted by Adnan Shah on FM 100 -Lahore station, on tuesday night at 10 pm. It is worth a listen. u can listen it on internet as well.

www.fm100pakistan.com

Sharfoo

Sharfoo wants to meet 'Lever Brothers Pakistan' :D


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This post is coming to you from computer # 1 of a cafe near my home.
Reason: my fone line is dead bcoz of a recent rain. PTCL zindabaad. Duniya idher say odher ho jaey, their slogan is ' We will not change.'

A week ago some tagging activity was going on ... Asma, Essjee and Raheel tagged me ... Thanks a lot ... I wrote the post but could not publish it coz of a problem i have mentioned above . And its time is gone now ... secondly i cant type that much while sitting in a cefe (don't know why i am typing cEfe today. ) . My finger always hovers over letter E . perhaps thats why??! Not so sure. E is an easy approach.

On saturday i went to the Dentist for scaling. Afterwards he gave me antibiotics to eat, which i am still gulping down ... but the taste of my mouth and tongue is very bitter. So i am taking sugar in excessive amounts. The sensitivity of taste buds is reduced and every food is a bit tasteless. i am afraid from a time when in oldage my buds will stop recognizing tastes. It's a horrible thing to imagine.

Oh one thing ... i forgot to ask dentist about my wisdom teeth. Perhaps i do have them :)

Tonight is Shab-e-baraat.
Pray for yourself, for your parents, your relatives, for this country & for muslim ummah.

Yesterday Sajjad and Irfan paid a visit to my home. Sunday was quite good - for them! Rather than gossiping much they preferred to watch Alpha Bravo Charlie and I kept on staring at their faces and screen.


او یار تم مجھے ملنے آۓ ھو یا ڈرامہ دیکھنے؟


Without removing their eyes from the monitor they replied calmly:

تنگ نا کر بھئ ڈراما دیکھنے دے ۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔ ھم جو کام کرنے آۓ ھیں وہی کر رھے ھیں

Meanwhile I kept on disturbing them by pausing and cutting in!
Nobody was at home except me! And after sometime I told them with a bit proud:


یار پتا نہیں یہ تم لوگوں کی خوش قسمتی ہے یا میری ۔۔۔۔۔۔ کھانا تم لوگ آج میرے ہا تھ کا بنا ھوا کھاؤ گے۔




*****BANG*****


On listening it both of them grabbed their heads! U ?? they confirmed with a great shock. They knew that I had never been to kitchen to cook something. Don’t worry men, I will not serve you a spoiled food. There was nothing much to do … it was all about frying a bird called chicken :) But i told them

یار دال چاول ھیں ۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔ اور بےچاروں کے منہ لٹک گۓ

The recipe was simple and there was not much problem. So this first experience was good … and they ate happily and me too!

Talked about forgotten tales of campus, vacancies in papers and who-is-where-these-days … anyway it’s a better way to be with the friends on Sundays.

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Waisay now I wanna bake cake … though I am thinking about it from last one year but I have never tried it …. But I know:



اب وہ دن دور نھیں جب ملکہء برطانیہ لوگوں کو کھیں گی کہ لوگ گرین ھیڈ کے بنے ھوے کیک کیوں نہیں کھاتے ؟؟؟

Back again

So this last week was pretty much busy. But the main reason for silence here was the tediousness. I was fed up with these Urls, small popping up windows of msn messenger, emails, Alts & Ctrls of keyboard and mouse clicks. In this whole week the total time I have spent in front of computer is only one hour.


Meanwhile this week I had a very short trip to islo. I reached there on Friday morning. I had a piece of work at bank. Afterwards I just talked to DJ and asked him to cut some time for me. He was in his office and promised to pick me after 2 hours or so … nahi yar … It will be too late … I wanna reach home early in the evening … so I just bade him good bye and reached Karachi company … and got the bus to Lahore. Nashta Islamabad main ore shaam ka khana Lahore main. Such a quick tour it was! That’s what we call kha’ray pa’oon ka chakkar.



Wapsi pah tire of the coach punctured just on the bank of river chenaab. There driver and cleaner had an unwelcomed exercise for them! Most of the passengers got off. There was a way down to the river bank. So I just crossed the fence and went there. Beside the bank there was laying a big boat, slightly brown in color and shining in the sunlight with its full dignity but with nobody to push it into the water. Well I just dipped my hand in the muddy and slightly cold water. Chenaab was flowing very silently and calmly. There was also a couple sitting on the base of the bridge-pillar, having some sort of picnic. View of this long Bridge from below with its huge round concrete pillars was really a marvelous one. The boat was beautiful too. But i hadn’t any camera with me!

Any way reached home in time but this whole trip was very tiring … after 36 hours bed ki shakal daykhna naseeb howi … ore phir aisa soya kah bas … poray 12 ghantay sota hi raha …

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In Islamabad I met a person in wagon; he was of the view that “molvis are all bastards.” Aain!!@!! Such a ruthless comment? I was literally shocked.

Being a Muslim you are calling names to those who are our religious representatives in society. Have you ever seen any Christian calling names to his popes? Ever seen any Jew or a Hindu blathering like that? They all respect their spiritual leaders. I wonder, people today don’t wanna listen anything in the favor of molvis. Keep the following things in your mind before saying anything:


Beard is not the symbol of molvi-ism.

Molvi sahibaan are very respectable.

They are not extremists. They tell us what Islam teaches us. If they are telling something else then they are not molvi. In that case they need a lesson.

The word ‘Mullah’ is for an extreme disgrace and humiliation. It shows your hatred towards them. Never use it.

I know there are many stories in the papers about molvis who were involved in illicit activities. These are the bad sheep. They are simply spoiling the image of rest of the people.

Those who are in politics are politicians first and then molvis.

What do you say?

monotony of life

Life is a mess in terms of monotony. After going through the lines to follow you will agree with me! Alarm rings daily at 6 in the morning, i hardly open my eyes and wish:

پانچ منٹ اور ۔۔۔… کاش صبح کچھ اور دور ھوتی

Alarm gets louder … striking like a hammer on my head … compelling me to leave the bed instantly. I punch the snooze key on my cell phone and try to sleep again with a fear in my mind that after 10 minutes alarm will be on again. After 3 snooze intervals finally I leave the bed … 26/26 times a month unwillingly … Thanks to ALLAH, Sundays are off in our world. Normally I get up late … and then jump straight into the washroom

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and then come outta WR, breakfast and then stepping outta home at 7:20 ... now I will be back to home after 10 hours … reach office and punch the card at 8 am, 8 to 12 noon are peak working hours, details are exactly the same that you can imagine. A cup of tea at 9 am and lunch at 12. This tea has a unique taste and I can bet, you will not find this kind of tea in any other place of this world.

اس کا ٹیسٹ ھمیشہ ایک ھی ہوتا ھے ۔۔۔۔۔۔۔ اسکا رنگ دیکھ کر اور اسے چکھ کر پہلا خیال یہی آتا ھے کہ اس پر خود قربان ھونے کی بجاۓ چاۓ بنانے والے کو فورآ قربان کر دیا جاۓ ، مگر کیا کریں اگر اسے قربان کر دیا تو آنے والے لوگ اس منفرد سزا سے ھمیشہ کے لیے محروم ھو جایں گے خیر۔۔۔۔۔۔ ۔

Now I hope that you are wise enough and can guess about the lunch. The same case again. The more try to avoid آلو گوشت، دال، چنے اور کڑی the more I find them in my life. Ahh … At lunch, daily I think about pizza or a burger with chilled coke … would that if we had an option in menu … but I know this ‘would that’ will always remain a ‘would that’…. At least during this job. Then a cup of tea at 2 pm so that you may not forget its taste easily.

ھمارے پاس 3 بوتل کے جن ہیں ۔ یہ تینوں ایک ھی بوتل میں رھتے ہیں، اور ہر ایک اپنی اپنی باری پر ھفتے میں دو دفعہ چاۓ کنٹین سے لے کر آتا ہے۔۔۔۔۔ چراغ رگڑنے کی ضرورت اس لیے نہیں پڑتی کیونکہ وہ بوتل میں رھتے ھیں۔ اور اردو ادب میں بوتل کا جن ھمیشہ بوتل کا ڈھکن کھلنے پر نکلتا ھے، مگر ہم نے ان تینوں کو کھلا ھی چھوڑ رکھا ہے۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔

And then … 3 more hours to go! Normally time hangs heavy after lunch … anyway ۔۔۔۔ all these things are a part of routine … and this routine activity ends when I punch my card out at 4:30 pm.
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After a long time I am in a better mood today & EP rocks the house with کہاں ہے تو۔۔۔۔

test post

پاکستان کا ایک قدیم اور مقبول کھیل " سیاسی گلی ڈنڈا " ہے

N & S

Sharfoo says: Several hundred years ago, North Karachi and South Karachi were on North and South poles respectively. As opposite things attract each other, thats why they came closer!



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Action & Reaction

Every action has a reaction.

On reading this, Sharfoo closed his book and waited ... Nothing happened!

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Well back to blogger traditional skins. i had an idea about image tags, but did not know what is wrong. While placing tags i messed up things. And there is some problem with proper placement of these things: < , " { ) Or it may be some problem with something else. I am unable to guess. ~~~

Thanks Asma for your clue! I will try it later again. Though i have viewed it. A single em3delflwrbg.jpg is called two times in the code. Once as a sound file and again as a bgfile ... lolz. I am unable to understand this mystery. Waisay that personality test was good. I am pasting the link over here again, so that others may also check it.

http://www.geocities.com/asmamirza_84/personality.html



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Debugging is in progress :)

Ahh...Jamshed Ansari

JA, a famous TV artist passed away. I came to know about it just a couple of minutes ago. Right now a tribute for him is on-air on TV. I first saw him in Drama Serial 'Tanhaiyan'. He was a good actor. I had never thought that he will leave this world so early and quietly. Sad and tragic indeed. May ALLAH rest his soul in peace. Aameen.

Nowadays I am swallowing talwaar kay nishan wali Disprin for two obvious reasons:

1) Headache.
2) My blood needs dilution.

Though ‘dilution in blood’ in desi terms is taken in a very wrong sense.
So the point of caution is: consider its velaity meanings only.


If tested from lab, I am sure my blood will have the following composition:

50% Cholesterol,
10% Pepsi.
40% RBCs

But i fear in the days to follow it will become:

60% Cholesterol.
10% Pepsi.
20% RBCs
10% Disprin.


Last year in winter it was 70% tea and 30% RBCs. While my blood kept boiling all the times, don’t wanna mention ‘why?’

Do you know what is the boiling point of Blood? Water boils at 100 ‘C and Blood? I don’t have any idea but I know sometimes even a smile of a person can boil your blood. Lolz.

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Bas ajj nahi jana. Chutti hay aaj.

Today this was the very first thing that crossed my mind when I opened my eyes in the morning at 6 am and then I slept again. hah. Another sick leave. Well the actual reason was headache and pain in the neck. Now the status of my remaining leaves till Oct. 25th is:

Sick leaves = 1 Alarm Status: High
Casual leaves = 4 AS: Normal.


I have decided to avail a leave on last Saturday of every month (not this time). That is a better way. There is another option of ‘leave without pay’ i.e. absents. But it’s not attractive. Those people are lucky who have Saturdays off as well.

Why cats mourn?

September is about to start and a slight change in the weather, a couple of hours before morning reminds that ‘winter’ is not far away. It’s a sad weather. Don’t know why things look that gloomy in this season. Sunlight changes its color, loses warmth and its brightness disappears. Trees stand still without leaves. Every thing looks very silent and somber. At 11 ‘o’ clock in the morning, color of the light tells that sun is about to set. How deceptive this weather is! Nights are silent and obviously too cold. I feel congested and pray for the days to stretch and nights to become normal once again. Cups of tea one after another…and by the end of the day there is a row of tea cups beside me. Closed windows and doors, heavy quilts and heaters make me feel bad. Every thing is packed. Life becomes slow and time hangs heavy when I wake up 3 or 4 times in the night. Take some water to soak my badly soaring throat, have a look at the time-piece with my eyes half closed, and try to sleep again. Sometimes I succeed in it and sometimes face insomnia. And then from somewhere a crying mad cat makes the atmosphere more ferocious. I don’t know why cats mourn in sad and foggy winter nights. They quarrel with each other and then mourn together while staring at invisible things in front of them. There must be some evil spirits. Why this happens usually in full-moon nights and why moon hides itself behind the thick dark clouds afterwards? Nights become darker and darker and then there are thunder storms. Behind the electricity-flashes in the sky, I can notice the presence of ugly witches, with long noses and shabby brown hair. They laugh madly as if they are about to destroy everything with their stick. Perhaps this is the reason why cats mourn. But as soon as the clouds move away to shower somewhere else, these witches disappear too. Then there is peace. But this whole act is repeated on every full-moon night in winter to remind you it’s a season of sadness, darkness and loneliness!!

Office Biz.

These days according to my training schedule I am in the department known as POY (Pre-oriented yarn). Here molten polymer chips are converted to yarn.

A process engineer, who is actually a post graduate, took me from section to section describing about things in detail. He intentionally missed one section and moved forward rather than entering there. When I asked what is it? His tone changed and told me it’s a restricted area. Here we wash/prepare packs.

Further he continued, “Packs are actually barrel type columns, which have filters and a layer of metal-sand. Molten polymer passes through them. Then it enters into very fine holes of 0.18mm and is thus converted to yarn. This washing of packs, mixing of 4 types of metal-sand in different proportions is done under secrecy. Only concerned persons can enter here.”

Hah... (i had very exclusive words for him)

(Haji just consider this situation of secrecy and compare. Name of which person flashes in your mind first? Lolz!)

Waisay I know there isn’t anything secret in it but a big piece of pig shit all he was exaggerating about. A senior in my department agreed with me.


The funny thing in the story is à The absence of warning message at the entry.

The funnier thing is à I have never heard anybody talking about this forbidden section.

And the funniest thing is à Tom and Harry work there to mix/wash/prepare whatever is concerned with the packs. Without even knowing how important and how much top secret type of job they are doing .lolz.

Now I must stop talking about packs…not because it’s all secret but because I don’t know more about them. Neither em concerned with its details.

Note: Desi translation of Tom and Harry is Sharfoo and Bala Gujjar.


Listening to: FM 89.
Craving: Fried chicken.

Goings on

Celebrated 14th August with traffic jams, blocked roads, and common scenes of
silencer-less two-wheeler stunts. What type of celebration it is to do wheeling, racing, making noise and throwing crackers at others? What is it? Frustration, Enjoyment or Patriotism? Had you been out on the roads yesterday night and today as well, you would have seen watan kay jialay busy in these activities.

My cousin told me that once he saw watan kay jialay, they were on three bikes, they stopped just in front of a police van, threw eggs inside the van and on the wind screen and galloped away from the scene in a jiffy. Lolz. Shararty bachay were just enjoying! Well I don’t have any sympathies with police who had to wash the van afterwards to get rid of pungent odor of eggs.

14/8 is merely a day of enjoyment for us. How many are there who said fatiha for Quaid?

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Dropped my cell phone today and it has got a bad looking small and very clear scratch on its face. And it’s looking too bad. I don’t have enough heart to loose some extra amount to buy a new original one. I would like to spend on something else. Just a small scratch has ruined its whole look.

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Yesterday after a time I ate cherry flavored ice cream. And I still feel its taste on my taste buds. Though a chocolate & pineapple mix is good but cherry is good enough to bring water in your mouth! Likes/dislikes about tastes and flavors keep on changinge and repeating again.

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I wonder why there isn't any comment on the post below.

come on ppl, speak out. i wanna hear something from u on the subject below.

Listening to : 'La Telumeen' by Guitara Band.

Uff…what a song… especially when it comes to last one minute before end. Such compositions come straight from the depths of heart. The point from where the other band member takes over… It’s sad, it’s heart grabbing, it’s pinching and painful…it shakes me from inside…drags my soul on thorns…sighs. It reminds about something/someone I missed/lost in life. It reminds about mental & physical agony that I faced. Nothing is more hurting. Time rewinds back. Things that were long forgotten resurface again. I find myself helpless, left with regrets and sorrows. It reminds me of all the heart throbbing moments. Wanna weep…the cut is deep indeed.

Bitten and dejected, alone I stand with a never ending pain. It will stay in my unconscious forever. Pinching me at times when I want to look behind and at times too when I don’t even wanna think anything. At times when the warmth of tears rolling down my cheeks reminds that my eyes are wet…my heart forgets beating for a while…I feel dumbness and fail to exhale. let me admit…yes today let me admit…lest my heart go bang…It’s pinching at times while strolling alone on a dark road…following the thick yellow lines and pushing along a de-shaped ‘can’ of a cold-drink un-heartedly, it pinches when it gets too dark before rain, pinches while standing outside a shopping zone to buy a bouquet, while staring at the floor covered with red & golden crispy leaves, while imagining about a day twenty years later from today that will bring something exceptional and unexpected, pinching when I recall how uncontrollably I wept when I raised my hands for duaa… sighs…and you don’t even know, painful when it is showering outside in a sad winter night at 3 am & thinking about a day that will never bring us face to face again…will never be able to forget you. My heart aches…

Sobs…

Random thought: Ever noticed how difficult it is to eat rice with a tea spoon? It is a real hard thing!

Random Wish: wanna smoke.


In the sidebar there is a poll box below waiting for your kind attention! just check it out.

Sufi Doctor Sallo

Sufi Doc has released its album in usa. i hav just listened to it's song yar main nachoon gi....
and after listening it i have come to the conclusion it was good that he hasn't relesed it in pakistan. A very ordinary stuff coated with some western rock tunes.

nonsense sharfoo

Sharfoo and bala Gujjar are two characters. Sometimes they are very sensible and sometimes they pretend to be complete idiots.
lets see what r they talking about.

Sharfoo: i hate even to talk or listen about tea.
Bala Gujjar: hey then why are u taking tea?
Sharfoo: yar this hatered is for the word 'tea' not for tea itself.

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Sharfoo: yar why my friend does not call me?
Bala gujjar: yar she might be having zero balance in her cell. why don't you scratch a card and give her the number.
Sharfoo: good idea.

later....

Sharfoo: yar i did what you said. but still there is silence on that end
Bala gujjar: well dear, beacuse it is me who is receiving these calls and messeges now.....u r really a friend inneed...lolz
Sharfoo: urrr urrr urrrrr

quite desi behavour & activity-green head.

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Sharfoo often thinks: we often ask black sheep about how much wool it has but its never given that respect in our society ...why? hmm sometimes he behaves like a think tank.

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Well today i am resting at home....weather was so good in the morning that i decided to take a day off. well its my third leave in 3 months.waisay em quite regular. the idea of staying at home and missing office seems v good but actually it is not so when u see other ppl going office, bacha party going to tutions. thats when u see every body going to work and u find yourself doing nothing then u feel a bit bad.

Terrorists at large.

It is always sad to hear about people falling prey to accidental and tragic deaths. Terrorism in any form is condemnable. If Muslim groups are involved in these activities they must review basic lessons of Islam.
Mr. Blair has nothing to say in defense except blathering against Pakistan and Muslims.

This terrorism has four scenarios:

1. Anti-Muslim groups are spoiling our image.

2. The community behind this whole act of terrorism normally brainwashes needy/society-rejected rebellious people (it will be an injustice to call them innocent). They fill their mouth with gold and offer their families a secure future. So in this way they buy their loyalties and make them forever-slaves and use in a way they want. Whether it’s about blasting bombs, target killing, suicidal missions or it’s about abusing and exciting people religiously, politically, socially and emotionally by discussing their shortcomings and misfortunes. These slaves by heart & soul are no more than robots.

3. Internal state affairs can also result in these situations. For example

anti-government groups who want to ruin the impression of governing bodies, a group protesting against restrictions and freshly imposed laws, underground mafia and a silent party who enjoys these situations.

4. If Al-Qaeda accepts its responsibility on a website for recent blasts. Who knows it is Al-qaeda and not someone else? What is the proof? Who is running this website?

The first lesson of terrorism is to hide your identity. Let’s take another example. A Christian group in England blasts a bomb in a subway. And after two hours it accepts the responsibility as a Muslim group ‘Al-Jihad’ and disappears from the scene. What will you do? Everybody knows the immediate response of foreign media. They don’t let go any chance of racism. Apologies (if any) will be made afterwards, if luckily a neutral party unveils the facts. But it happens rarely, perhaps never.


What happened in the case of 9/11? Do you know the real story? If the pilots were Muslims then they were fools. You can’t get the entry pass of heaven in a reward by killing thousands of people. I will not call it ‘Jihad’.

Years back in Pakistan, the bomb blasts in buses, trains, public places, hospitals and above all in mosques were a matter of routine. But the culprits were never caught and after a month or so these case files were closed forever. Our law enforcement agencies are suffering from an ostrich syndrome and are not ready to get their heads out of sand.

When fool proof steps will be taken to hang the culprits?

RLS

Green head has discovered that he is suffering from RLS. Well RLS is Restless Legs Syndrome. It is an uncontrollable urge to move the legs due to uncomfortable sensations.
I still remember how I developed this habit. Long ago when I was at school I saw one of my class fellows, she was quivering her leg impatiently. I wondered how it is possible to rapidly shake the legs in such a way. So I calculated how it can be done and whether I can do it or not? I gave it a try. That day and today I am suffering from this RLS.
And once you develop this habit you can’t get rid of it easily. If u try to avoid it, u feel restlessness. U find something missing and feel a stress on your nerves. Finally u give up, your resistance ends and u start again.

Doctors say that coffee, tea, soft drinks, chocolates, tobacco and alcohol should be avoided. But I think in order to avoid RLS trigger, one must have full control over his/her nerves and a concrete willpower as well. Otherwise there is no way out coz there isn’t any medicine for this syndrome.

I also have another syndrome NSM: neend say mohabbat.
My father says it is curable. Lolz.

a buffalo costs around 30,000 rs. 

work work and work

Father of the Nation said: work work and work.

Perhaps Jack was his student. All work and no play made jack a dull boy. Since then his name is used as an example. As he was an obedient and sharp student so he continued his work despite taking a break. And then ‘Supreme Foam’ first realized his trouble and made its famous mattress.
It claimed: “Jab kaam say thak Jain to khoob Karin aaram.”

It is never too late to mend so it was a blessing for Jack and his vagabond companions. They took it as the first drop of rain. Bade the work good bye for ever, put the books in a big box, tied a heavy iron chain around it and threw it in the river…….1…….2…….3……..Splash……..see you box on the Day of Judgment. Now they were relax, happy, and content with what they had done. There were plans for the days yet to come. They wanted to watch movies, attend concerts, shop at every famous place, visit joy lands, parks and sleep as well. They spoiled their impression. Publishers of books held meetings and decided to change the above mentioned proverb. It was transformed to ‘All play and no work made Jack a bad boy’.

Today they are found 24/7 sleeping in air-conditioned rooms on these mattresses, smoking away tons of cigarettes, pouring gallons of cold coffee in their stomach, eating cookies and remembering the days when Jack used to go up the hill with Jill to bring a pail of water.


We don’t know what happened with Jill. The only literature found about her in history is a short poem that every student learns by heart. People tell different stories about her. A few people think she died because of excessive work, some say an envious friend of Jack pushed her down from the top of the hill (He actually wanted to throw Jack, as jack was stronger so he dropped the idea.), while others think she committed a suicide. But we believe that the bone of contention was that mattress. Many men many words but nobody knows the truth. If anybody knows, he is Jack. When approached, he refused to talk, threw away the burning cigarette-end, exhaled the smoke, closed his eyes and started singing kaam, kaam ore kaam, jab kaam say thak jain…………

Note: It’s a profound research work by Green head and disagreeing with him means denying the history.

Error 619

hmm after paying the price of 3 cds, 200 local calls and going to the market twice i have managed to connect internet. well perhaps modem was faulty or it was fone line..... whenever i tried to connect it gave the error 619 after varifying username and password. And i still fear that while tryping it will disconnect......and if it disconnects i will not connect it again ...rather i will,.....well leave it ....................

i must convince cable wala (internet provider) that my home is not too far from his junction box. He is not in a mood to gimme a connection because he thinks his JB is far away. And it will b an extra burden on his pocket if he provides me the service. well lets see.....it's better to have that connection rather than keeping the fone line busy.

I have proved myself a sluggish soul. Yesterday I slept at office during the last half hour. Either it was because of a couple of glasses of Lassi I had taken in the breakfast or because of a heavy file that my boss gave to study. Believe me it was such a damned manual that despite all my efforts I failed to read more than two pages. I could feel my head getting heavy from the early morning. And at 4 pm these glasses of Lassi and the Manual won the battle.

Don’t think I am feeling guilty. I know it was a job risking thing. But at that time I could clearly hear someone whispering in my mind “Nobody can defeat the Laws of Nature. Free your mind from all fears, nothing will happen and now close your eyes.” And I did! By chance I was alone in that room and nobody opened the door while I was sleeping.
And today I have taken a day off. I was feeling sick of that office routine. I needed a break. Four Sundays in a month are not enough.

During my very early days at office I asked one of my colleagues, don’t you find it difficult to stay (read: work) at office for the whole day long? Pat came his reply, “No I enjoy my work.” And started smiling… I was depressed rather than being impressed. Later I realized it was totally a diplomatic answer. I know how much they enjoy their work. And maybe they know about me too…a funny aspect!

However I have decided that I will also start enjoying my work from tomorrow! And whenever somebody will ask me “how are you pulling?”
I will reply him with a smile on my face, “Doing my best sir! I really enjoy my work!”





Listening to: Ahla Doniya by
Elissa

Nothing is gonna be more annoying:

When you hear a loud sound 'thakkkkkk' and realize that it’s your cell phone that dropped from your front pocket and now it is resting on the hard surface of floor.


When you have to eat tasteless 'AAlooo Ghosht' at office thrice a week, a thick broth in which every ingredient is easily distinguishable. This situation is worse when you are hungry but don't want to put even a single morsel in you mouth just because of its bad taste.
But people say things don't remain worse forever. Yes, they are right.
Things can be worst as well!! When you come back to home starved & hungry and find it is 'AAlo Gosht' again on the dinning table. Will our qoom stop cooking/eating this Desi dish?



When your hawker delivers your most hated junk-type newspapers on Sundays and disappears from the street in a jiffy. And you have to go to the market to buy another, cursing yourself for this exercise and calling names to……... yes you can guess to whom.



When you have to bear smelly person(s) in your surroundings. Mostly these smelly creatures don't take bath and their socks are smelly too. Perhaps they think water will run out of this planet soon and they are doing a good job by saving it. But in reality they are the allies of Captain Pollution. Heck......For me nothing can be more patience-testing than that. Normally I try to avoid this genre of humans. Firstly I pray that they may get lost….And when I feel the prayers are not working I leave that place. And I often think how stinking this world is just because of them.



Besides there are many other things like electricity failure at wrong time/early in the morning when you have to iron clothes, Tea not to your taste (mostly at office), misplacing the keys or locking the room while the keys still inside the room (It happened a month ago!) and a snail’s pace internet. All these things are irritating.


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On my side table: Column Tamam by Atta-ul-haq Qasmi.
Listening to: Social circus

Sometimes when i have a pencil and paper infront of me i can't resist myself from scratching and sketching.
Thats what i normally do. By now i have made hundreds of chairs, tables, books, squares, octagones, castles, cows and donkeys, cars, bikes, jets, computers and ducks and palm trees as well.

Mirza Asif noticed it first and said : "yar kitna furnitur ban gaya hay?"

So, furniture is ready.....Special discounts on dowry. Bring atleast 10 invitations.


Splendid buildings on 'first come' basis.
Attention Ministry of Defence: Octagones available.
Fear not, planes crash over Pentagones only.

Pets also available......No, Donkeys are not pets. Buy Ducks and use them as Watch-dogs.....If not then roast them over coals in your lawn & don't forget to dip in hot chilli-garlic sauce before putting it in your mouth.
Dual purpose ducks.......Wink*


Volumes of books with blank pages available in stock.
Becoming a writer is not a big deal now.... A challange.
Blacken the pages on your own will!!!
Also suitable for those who don't want to study at all.
Blank pages for Blank faces & Empty minds!!!!



Kick America.....We don't need your bloody jets.
We have our own home-made Desi Jets.
Buy one, get a dozen free.



Cars available from scrapyard for learners only!!!!!



Technology was never that cheap in human history. Buying a Notebook is no longer a dream. Hey, wait for second doc, the average price in market for a notebook is around 70,000 Rs. (Waqar bhatti and i did a survey on last saturday at Hafeez center...That's also another story folks.)
So what should b its price on my outlet? ok , buy a brand new Mercedes and get a notebook Free....

'China-ka-maaal' fame Chinese Bakray(goats) are also available for sacrifice on Eid-ul-Azhaa.
Every member of home can have his own Bakra!
For children toy-size bakray also available. Just imagine the children walking on the streets with their toy like bakras a day before eid!
The main advantage of this chinese maal is even a murgiiii(chicken) wala can slaughter them and make his way to the next door in five minutes only.
No more butcher monopoly on eid days.



Worried because of increasing pollution?
worry not.cut as much trees as u can.
varieties of jungles are available!
Go Planet..........!!!!!!!!!!


Cigarettes. yes...wo bhi hain..
....A final attraction for my friends....unfortunately my foes don't smoke...(would that if they too, were into smoking :)


Well, anybody who is interested can contact me over here.
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Yar haji how can the things b funnier when we pass one third of a day at office, one third sleeping and the remaining one third thinking that Kal phir office jana hay......lolz.
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Millions and billions of thanks to ALLAH Almighty ...Weather has got a bit better. And in a couple of days it is predicted that showers are expected in lahore.But this summer i am really thinking that: of all places on this planet earth why i am in pakistan???? dont pray that i may go to Afghanistan or bangladesh! better here. i would like to go to some better region of this world.



All for now....