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 !
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, September 26, 2005
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
www.fm100pakistan.com
Friday, September 23, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, September 12, 2005
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 ؟؟؟
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 ؟؟؟
Saturday, September 10, 2005
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?
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?
Saturday, September 03, 2005
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:
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.
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
###curtains###
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۔۔۔۔
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