Typical Feelings of a blogger

In this post, i have tried to explain some typical feelings of a blogger. This is what all of us say in our daily posts. This post is also like one of these, but with some difference; that includes a bit of sarcasm, a pinch of humor and some recollections under the heading ‘Nostalgic’ from a bloggers’ life. So, here it goes:


When he is Happy

Wow, Life would be so romantic, I had never imagined about it. I was a bit wrong about life in my previous posts (only bit??). Life is not that bad, and how it can be, when everything that comes in our way is so perfect (sounds cliché). Parents, relatives, friends and colleagues; everybody is so loving and caring. I love them very much.
And I love Cloud 89 too :)

Tired

*yawns*

He hasn’t slept for last two nights and tells his readers in the post stretched to three pages that he should go to bed now. Describes his physical condition i.e. at the moment his eyes are hardly open and dark circles under his eyes have appeared from somewhere (why? he wonders), he is out of mind (as always?) and can’t type words properly, even a heavy dose of nicotine is not helping in typing this s**t out. He then narrates the story why he couldn’t sleep. This story can run as:

Yesterday xyz paid a visit to our house from xyz city. On phone they told they have missed the flight and aren’t paying a visit on this weekend. We were just like :( But then the door bell rang, I opened the door and it was a surprise!

This story goes on including minor details like: “Ginger biscuits with Tea are so tempting, dinner was so so, then we played scrabble, watched xyz movie and Fanii missed his class as usual; why he is so lazy?” etc.

(And yes, the honorable guests did some shopping as well. Pardon me; I forgot to mention this ‘shopping stuff’ :)

Relax

Umm, I slept continuously for 27 hours (Really???). And now I am so fresh, believe me! My sis was telling mom that now I’ll never wake up :p (Dexters’ sis!)
I think, one day i will ring the neck of her dear cat.

Guests are gone. Whenever guests leave, a damn* silence prevails over the whole house – and then it gets on my nerves (true). But now I am familiar with it and i can fight well enough to beat it.

Would you like to have some coffee? I am going to the kitchen to bring a mug of black coffee for me - my blood is 60 % coffee.

(Mine is pure blood-- haan. Two weeks ago I got it tested :)

*Damn: A classical word extensively used to fabricate special effects in the posts – and it really works.

Energetic

Writes the lengthiest post of the month, visits all blogs in his sidebar and some blogs from the sidebars of his fellow bloggers as well. Leaves comments on all blogs (including blogs which are dead for over than a year- ‘Ding Dong – Anybody home?’). He tries to furnish analytical analysis, discusses socio-political and religious state of affairs, gives free advices, pokes nose unnecessarily in others affairs and tries to present himself as a lively and talkative person. In the end, he mentions the names of one or two voluminous books.

Reading now: Baa’rood ki Dewaar by General Sahib (Line of Fire – Gen. Musharraf)

Bored

He talks about the philosophy of life and spiritualism. Emphasizes that life needs a change. He doesn’t want to read comments even on his own blog (but keeps publishing new posts! And do you know he hates Orkut?)


Nostalgic

When he feels nostalgic he talks about his past time.

Sometimes, he tells us stories about how he used to hug the old banyan tree in the backyard, when he was a child; and that, this old tree was his only companion, because, at least, it had always lent him a shoulder to weep whenever he needed it - his only friend, with whom he could share all his innocent secrets without any fear of ‘leaking out’. Interestingly, two squirrels that lived in a pocket of that tree became familiar with him gradually! Aware of his presence, these two little creatures used to play hide-and-seek in front of him without any fear! Then one day, God knows where they disappeared; after that he never saw them. Perhaps they had moved somewhere else.


“Bhala ‘Baragd’ kay puranay darakht ko bhi koi yoon chor k jata hay?”, He asked himself forlornly. Ore Uskay baad say wo Kuch ore Tanhaa ho gaya.


He still remembers how unkindly she had refused to be his best friend only for the reason that her best friend was her mother? For a couple of days he remained upset.


He recalls his school days, tells us that he loved to play see-saw in rain, loved to go to his Nana Abu’s & Khala’s house and stay there with his age-mate cousins; and was very happy within the boundaries of his self-created world.


He further shares that those ‘Purani Jeans ore Guitar’ Walay Din were so amazing and unforgettable - And how can he scratch the SAD autumn evenings & a.m. telephonic counseling sessions from the canvas of his memories. He shares photographs from his album ‘The Candid’ and misses get-togethers with all his friends (They too, blog about the same!).


Acknowledges that buried ornaments don’t rust and so do the memories; that’s why, now, he has left them in an open air scrap yard to rust too badly, so that he may not recognize them even if he wants to. And he ends the post with a ‘Please leave me alone’ note.


Blank

Feeling nothing. It’s time to say good bye to all. I am leaving this blog world. Though the decision of leaving blogger wasn’t an easy one but I had no choice. So just take care and remember me in prayers. (And the funny aspect is they re-start blogging just after a month or so!!!)


And my dear bloggers! Although this wasn't a complete picture but to some extent, in this way this story goes on and on … with different tastes, flavors and varieties. And perhaps, I can’t say that ‘This is the End!!’

Adios

All in a Day's Work

While at work today, I was testing the features of one of our products by reading it’s manual. Work was in full momentum, everything was going fine, when on one page, unexpectedly, I came across an interesting note. So just thought to share it here.



Dustin and Jamie are our leads at US office!

Tag

Thank you Hani for such a nice tag. I would like to tag: Ammanna, Asma, EssJee and Gia.

Buying clothes:

1. Do you look at country of manufacture or quality of manufacture?
A:Quality.

2.Do you make sure they are natural fabrics?
A:No.

Generals:

3.Sunglasses, fashion or protection?
A:Protection

4.If you were a dog, would you bark or bite?
A:Bite

5.Do you turn your cellphone off before going to sleep?
A:No.

6.You came home from out and have an hour to go before going out to meet a friend,what is the most probable thing which you'll do in that hour?
A:I'll watch TV, as i rarey get time for it.

7.What's you favourite state of chocolate, liquid or solid?
A: Solid

8.What would you choose..A noticeable pay hike or noticeable improvement in work environment?
A: Noticeable Improvement in work environment.

9.What do you enjoy more.. Staying indoors with friends talking meaningfullyor hanging around with friends outdoors?
A:Meaningful talk? But it depends on mood.

and finally,

10. If all the music artists come to a deliberate agreement to perform their last concert on the same day,whose concert will you attend?
A: Junoon.

Two days ago when I reached home on eid holidays I thought it was the right time to give attention to my PC which I had been badly ignoring for the two months.

System was in a real poor condition. It was full of dust, deprived of Optical media (last time a CD was broken inside which damaged the drive) and mouse (My youngest brother was anxious to know that how these LEDs glow inside a mouse!!).

So, heaps of dust were wiped off, cables were connected and system was turned on. The sound of processor fan confirmed that system was switched on but its’ screen remained blank. I suspected that its’ hard disk was causing this problem. On checking it revealed that RAM wasn’t properly inserted in its’ slot and it was full of dust and carbon. The problem was fixed and system was rebooted.

But this time I came to know that system sirf maskeen hee nahi, yateem bhi tha. Operating system nidaa’rad. Resources were made available from market. And I tried again. This time there was some problem in power cables (pc). Both were interchanged and as soon as i switched on the supply there was a flash in the pc of monitor! Extension lead and cable both were replaced with new ones. And finally I was able to ‘Boot-from-CDROM’ and then an illegal copy of OS was installed successfully. Cheers! System was ready for operation!

Muft Mush’waray:

1. If you don’t have to use your machine for a long time, pack it in a dust chamber.

2. Never compromise on the condition of power cables, extensions and CDs.

3. Sharaarti Bachoon ore unkay dostoon ki pohunch say door rakhain :)


Shaed Subha EID ho jaiy … Sheer-Khorma khana ore Baron say Eidiii

layna na bhole’ay gaa! Kuch log Eid K din bhi ‘Chaand’ na nazar anay

ka gila kartay hain. Ab main samja, who loog yay kiyon kahtay hain

kah, “Eid to sirf Bachoon ki hee hoti hai” :)))


App Sab Ko EID MUBARAK!


P.S. Yar Irfi ! Yay mujhay ‘CHAAND’ kiyon nahi nazar aya abhi tak …? :)))

jiska daar tha wohi howa ... khair daikhtay hain kah kia kiya ja sakta hay ...

Comic # 2006001 -- EssJee Returns

If you are unable to view the image go to: www.nodeproxy.com, type my url there and press 'Browse'.


5 hours Later

Thanks to Allah.. i have finished heaps of office work ... phew. Going back to home...

Office:

1. A place where work never ends. If luckily, you finish your work they again load you with plenty of work!

2. A place where we can have an iftar better than what our cook prepares these days.

3. A place where we play games on X-Box.

My Room: A place where i go just to sleep.

Blogspot: A place where people raise much ballyhoo about freedom of speech.

Google Earth: A tool people use to locate their homes. lol.

Aai Ho - Shor

A slow number that starts with a beautiful Tabla, and sails your mind smoothly to the time frame of 90s’, where you will come to know that it’s almost like what JJ used to practice in his early albums!

I am not so sure about the origin of this band. I am a bit busy today; otherwise I would have run a search for it on Google. So, I am leaving this job for you people (if you are interested). Quality of sound is not very good but at least it’s satisfactory, and I can say this without taking more than a milli second to think. Don’t make :( I know, music players installed on your machines are capable of producing ‘to-taste’ results! Relax and enjoy!

4 Hours Later ....

Tea is the most indispensable item. While at work today, i wished several times aik cup Chai ho jaey. Bas to phir i am taking tea now :)

Listening to ...

Real Love - Massari

Girl, girl I'm goin' outta my mind

And even though I don't really know you

I must've been runnin' outta time

I'm waiting for the moment I can show you

And baby girl I want you to know

I'm watching you go I'm watching you pass me by

It's real love that you don't know about

Baby I was there all along

When you'd be doing things I would watch you

I picture you and me all alone

I'm wishing you was someone I can talk to

I gotta get you out of my head

But baby girl I gotta see you once again, again

It's real love that you don't know about

Every night when I would go to sleep

I couldn't stop dreaming about you

Your love has got me feeling kinda weak

I really can't see me without you

And now you're runnin' round in my head

I'm never gonna let you slip away again

It's real love that you don't know about

Every now and then when I watch you

I wish that I could tell you that I want you

If I could have the chance to talk wit cha

If I could have the chance to walk wit cha

Then I would stop holding it in

And never have to go through this again, again

It's real love that you don't know about

You're the one that I want and no one can takeIt from me

No, no, no, no, no

Even though I don't really know you

I got a lot of love I wanna show you

And you'd be right there in front of me

I can see you passin' in front of me

No, no, no

Girl I need your love

Baby I need your love

It's a weekend

I wonder how confidently people tell lies.

Leaving you with two beautiful Arabic numbers* by Elissa. Have a nice weekend.

1. Faatit Sineen
2. Taa’t

*Real player is required.

A Teachers' Lesson

There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.
But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children..

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came.. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

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I love the instrumental 'Mayray Jevan May Aana' by Dr. Khalid Waheed. It reminds me some good, old and peaceful days. Just helps me to recall and rewind. Oh so sweet, i just love that time. And i love cherry flavor, mid 80s', unforgettable childhood days, classic Tanhayan, canewood rocking chair, a simple nice looking table lamp, white marble floor, bright orange lights and silence. And that's all ... what else do i need? Nothing.

And i love this skin too - the very first skin that my blog owned.

In my play list:

Dunya - Komal Rizvi
Do Dil - Salman Ahmad
Mehr Ma - Hadiqa

PopUp Conversation

Ten minutes before off time.

Senior: Do you have anything to discuss before I leave?
Me: Yes, how five elephants will get into a foxy?

Roasted enough, S replied, “I think you are tired, you better need some rest.”


Fortunately or unfortunately, Mr. S has close resemblance with elephants ;D

Two days ago when I was washing my shirts he was laughing at me. But yesterday it was my turn. Muhaahaa.

Disturbs ME ... Annoys ME and Repeats ....

There are two types of data; centralized data and distriburted data usually used in industry. People from industry are sometimes found stubborn and sticky that even changing environment provided to them cann't change their taste and personality. Thery keep rotating around the same axis and always try to map their lives just as they used to do in their past.

The type of dressing you choose in the morning describes your present mood and how you will spend your day. Some people like casual, some people like formal and some like ......... hybrid!
I just love the way she claps her hair :P

It's real tough when man sitting in the next cubical keeps the messy personality. Urrg.


How to annoy your colleagues:

Category 1

Steps to execute:

1. Look at him/ her in a stance that you will kill him in a straight way.
2. Just go straigh to him.
3. Put your finger in your mouth.
4. Rub it on his monitor.
5. Then look at him and give him a blood boiling smile.

Category 2

Steps to execute:

1. Go to him hurriedly
2. Grab his mouse and say 'LET ME CHECK IT FIRST'
3. If he never let's you to touch his mouse, straight a way turn off his monitor and 'SAY CHEEEEZZ' :P


These two and few more i am suffering from these days. I want to hear from you what type of categories you are suffering from.

BUT i would just like to say 'I love the way she claps her hair' :O

Nothing is forever ....

This article is taken from The Ravi – annual magazine of GC Lahore. I am sure it will be a good read …

Theme: Life is enchantress,
who seduces us with her beauty.
But he who knows her wiles,
will free her enchantments.

I push the night, each night away to get the dark reality of me – Night is dark; Night is Night! It comes close to me and envelops me with its cold pangs to narrate me a story, a version of my own interior. I push the night away – I try to push the reality away so that I can live in the fantasies of my sleep… But NO! I close my eyes and it is even there. The DARK… WHY??? I swim through the night to find the brightening day telling me that a few more hours and the night would approach me again. The day certainly ends as the night goes to sleep. When I walk through the flowers early in the morning, the dying flowers tell me that once they were in bloom. The rain stuffed clouds – when shower on me, compel me to think that they were not forever and even it can’t rain all the time….

I – walking through the days and the nights, the rains and forests of my life --- I waked through you and I still walk with you. Then the evening came and I blinked to admire it and it was gone before I could….. I could see the merging and the moulding reds and the yellows and greens of the evening but it all just in a while turned into a deeper shade of grey… The night huskily came again…. This time it used the claws of reality and I couldn’t break through. … Nothing is forever. Every speck of nature on earth told me that it was as if pain was oozing out of my body ---- soul. The time of my deconstruction had come. The picture I had painted all my life had gone all abstract….. I realized that I had once loved the day…. I had bathed through the rain and dried myself in the sun. I had played in the fresh petals and dried the dying ones. I had smiled through the evenings and dawned through the nights…. I slowly remember --- I had once loved you… I had loved you and I had loved everything and now when I love you I am indifferent to everything – WHY?? The fact poured into my mind --- NOTHING IS FOREVER. The night had told me that --- the day --- the rain --- the spring --- the years ----- loving you had told me that ………

But I had gotten myself into this thick tangle of deceit and could never untangle myself until the agents of nature got to my help. The night helped me the most. Because it narrated a version of my own interior and so the story of my life had a beginning at the end – The beginning at the end -- It made me realize that everything seduces and then everything goes away and everything has an end and that ………………… NOTHING IS FOREVER.

New Horizon

Best, Worst, Last, First, Today, Tomorrow, Favorites, Currently, and True & False

BEST:
1. Male friend: many.
2. Female friend: post advertised. ; )
3. Vacation: two years ago in Naran.

WORST:
1. Time of day: none.
2. Day of the week: Saturday.
3. Color crayon: blue.

LAST:
1. Person you talked to that goes to your school: Hadi (brother)
2. Talked to on the phone: Noor (friend)
3. Text: Hassan sb. (ex colleague)
4. Person who Instant Messaged: Don’t remember.

TODAY:
1. What are you doing now: filling this tag.
2. Wearing: kurta shalwar.

TOMORROW:
1. Is: Saturday
2. Got any plans: Nothing special, have to collect clothes from tailor.
3. Goal: to be punctual.
4. Dislikes about tomorrow: rain.

FAVORITE:
1. Number: none.
2. Song: so many
3. Color: blue

CURRENTLY:
1. Missing Someone: no
2. Mood: serious.
3. Wanting: a glass of plain water.

TRUE/FALSE:
I am a cuddler: kia matlab?
I am a morning person: very true.
I am a perfectionist: true
I am an only child: false
I am currently in my pajamas: false

I am currently pregnant: false.

I am currently suffering from a broken heart: false
I am left handed: false
I am addicted to Blogging: true
I am online 24/7: false
I am very shy around the opposite gender: false
I can be paranoid at times: true
I currently have a crush on someone: true (condolezza rice ; )
I currently regret something that I have done: false
I enjoy country music: true
I enjoy smoothies: true
I enjoy talking on the phone: true (when others call)
I have a hard time paying attention at school/work: false
I have a hidden talent: false
I have a lot to learn: true
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: false

ANGER:
1. Are you currently mad at someone?: no
2. Which of your friends has the worst temper? Noor?
3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone: yes
4. Ever something was thrown at you: yes
5. When you’re mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream? yell

EXCITEMENT:
1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party for you: yes, my friends on my birthday.
2. Are you easily excited: yes
3. What you’re most excited about: these days it’s nothing.
4. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought?: Gin lain yar …. (heeh heeh)
5. If you could have anything right now what would it be? a notebook

SELF-DISCOVERY:
1. Name: gh
2. Where were you born? on blogspot.
3. What’s your main goal in life? to get my dream job.
4. How do you want to die?: in faith

OPINIONS:
1. Sex before marriage?: no
2. Gay Marriage? no
3. Lower the Drinking age? hell with drinkers
4. Recycling? too expensive in Pakistan.

DREAMS:

1. What was your latest dream? a nightmare that i don’t remember.
2. Have any of your dreams come true? not yet but still waiting for one to come true.
3. What was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had? there were many.

1. Straight, Gay, Bi? straight.
2. Do you have a bf/gf? no
3. Do you have a crush? yes … scroll up.

Q: How many beds did you lay in yesterday? one
Q: What color shirt are you wearing? khaki

Q: Name one thing that you do everyday? breath 24/7

Q: How much cash do you have on you right now? I have just won one million dollars, don’t disturb and let me count.

Q: When was the last time you saw your dad? twenty minutes back
Q: What did you have for dinner last night? palao
Q: What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone? borrowed a new t-shirt from my cousin 5 years ago and I never returned it.
Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the day? Blogger.com

Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now? no

HAVE YOU EVER:
1. Have you ever failed a class?: nope
2. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd?: yes … I can sing well.
3. Have you ever not taken a shower for 3 days?: no
4. Have you ever slept with a night light?: no
5. Have you ever danced in the rain?: no
6. Have you ever lied?: yes
7. Have you ever tripped over something stupid?: no.

PICK ONE:
1. Samosa, Pakora, Kebab: Kebab
2. Bollywood, Lollywood, Hollywood: Hollywood
3. Love marriage, Arranged marriage: Both. :)
4. Honeymoon, no moon: Honeymoon.
5. How many kids would u like 1,2, 3+ : kia sawal hai!
6. Kulfi, Ice cream : Ice cream
7. Shah ruk khan, Orlando Bloom : Orlando Bloom
8. Meenar-e-Pakistan, Eiffel Tower : Eiffel Tower
9. Lahore, Khi, Islmbad : Lahore

punishment for: raheel, kawab, asma.

Visit Bizarro

We have a polymer plant start up today (once gain). I was supposed to stay at plant for 24 hours during this phase. The person who stays at plant gets his next day off in compensation. But my case is bit different. I am on resign and completing the notice period of 26 days. I had to join my new office on 1st August but I am late by two days just because of availing two sick leaves, as three days ago, I had a severe kidney pain and had to return from office early in the morning.

Today, just five minutes before off time, my manager told me that Plant Manager wants me to stay at plant; i can get the next day off but can’t get any relaxation regarding 26 working days. Then what’s the use of this next days’ rest? I thought to myself.

Manager: Agar aik din ki relaxation day dain to theek hay werna mat rukna.
Me: :-׀ ( Lagta hai in ki aapas main lagti wagti hai)

Khair, Pm ko main nay sab araam say bol diya. My point was that I can’t stay on plant for continuous 32 hours. As I am suffering from kidney pain, it will become difficult for me. (Bemari to kab ki khatam ho chukki … it was just an excuse.)

Regarding relaxation PM Said: I can't promise on this but i'll try, it's not clear in company's policy. ( a diplomatic answer)

Khair, ghar to main aa gaya hoon but perhaps I shouldn’t. My manager has misguided me.
Should I stay at plant and get late by one more day? I want to know your views on this issue.

"میں سیاح ھوں ۔۔۔ میں نھیں چاھتا کہ ایک جگہ رھنے سے میرے پاؤں زمین میں دھنس جائیں اور میں ھمیشہ کے لیے ساکت ھو کر رہ جا‎ؤں۔"

" ایک جگہ رھنے سے ہي، ساکت ھونے سے ہی شاخیں پھوٹتی ہیں- پھر ان میں پھول لگتے ھیں-"

سنان نے حیرت سے جینی کی طرف دیکھا- " اتنا خوبصورت تخیل ۔۔۔۔۔"

(مستنصر حسین تارڑ کی " پیار کا پھلا شھر" سے اقتباس )

Three types of people are very common in our society:

• Pappo
• Shahzaday
• Piee Jaan (Bhai Jan)

P.S: Oh i just forgot to mention : Chanda.
Heeh Heeh .

Life was already slow but it became slower when I resigned from job on a 30 day’s notice period 12 days ago. And my next station is Islamabad.


Listening to: Yaad Karna by Vital Signs.

I have received the following news in an email dated 30th June:

The artist who drew the pictures of Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) has died in a fire. He was burnt alive.

Pampering...

All Chinese look alike.

Meanwhile we have a plant start up tomorrow. Perhaps i'll have to saty at plant for continuous 24 hours. Let's see. But the good thing is: next 24 hours will be off.

06.06.06

Inverter .... A device used to vary the speed of AC Motors.
From a couple of days, i am working on this thing ...

Asalam-o-Alaequm Folks! I hope that everybody is fine! Well this week was also like many previous weeks with a few extra activities. On this Friday, I had a walk in test and interview. The first ever ‘walk in’ for me as these opportunities are rarely advertised.

During this whole week I had been preparing for the interview. The whole emphasis was on downloading data from internet and memorizing important points while taking notes from the new and already present data in the hard disk. And it was after a long time that my computers’ hard drive had to read the data sectors of its' D partition!


Khair pehlay din I logged on at 6:00 pm and by 10:00 pm what I had downloaded was a video song by Call, checked emails, visited many pages / read scraps on orkut, signed up on Zebo on a friends’ request and read blogs. Time daykha to it was 10:00 pm. Switched off the computer and went to bed. Pehlay do teen din yahi hota raha. Is doran kuch downloading ore kuch perha’ey bhi howi.

Anyway, I tried to prepare as much as I could and on Friday reached at the given address and took the test. After one hour the names of candidates were announced who had qualified for the interview. And my name was also in that list! Two out of three females also qualified for the interview. Waisay from deep inside i wanted these two to be selected as well. Heeh Heeh. I don't know what happened with them afterwards.

Interviews were in progress when they announced a lunch and prayer break of one hour. I decided to have lunch from a nearby market. Abhi thora he agay gaya hoon ga kah two people, both wearing helmets, appeared on a bike from somewhere, aimed a pistol at me and demanded for my cell phone and money. Mobile ore paisay nikalo. Jaldi. That was just like a scene from an action movie, in which a couple of badmaash of a dingy street try to harass the hero but he fights bravely with empty hands and defeats them. And the fight is followed by a romantic song filmed on the hero and heroine. Heeh Heeh. But this was a drama going on in real life. Firstly I thought to resist but I wasn’t sure whether I will be able to do that with empty hands. I looked around for any help; no one else was on the road. They snatched the phone, emptied my pockets and disappeared from the scene. What a pity. Khana to khair kia khana tha … offered prayer and came back.


Khuda Khuda kar kay interrview ki bari aey. I asked for the permission to enter the room, I casted a glance at all the six people present in the room, greeted them in a soft tone and took the seat. Interview started with a couple of formal questions; what is your complete name? Show your original certificates etc. etc. They were not interested in my present job experience rather asked questions about digital signal processing and my final year project. Interview lasted for about 10 to 15 minutes. I came out of that room and an attendant there inquired me, “Have they asked you to stay for a while?” I said ‘Nops’

At that time my face had a desperate look. Yah chance bhi gaya. I was about to leave when he re-appeared from that room and stopped me, ‘Mobark ho ji app ko … have a seat’. I was overjoyed and thanked to Allah Almighty, mayra is main koi kamal nahi tha.

He gave me a form and advised to fill it fully and return as soon as possible. I stepped out of that building happily and reached at Adnan’s flat which was at a walking distance of 20 minutes from there. khana wahan khaya got some money from him and reached home happily. Now I shall post that form tomorrow. Let’s see, when they call me.

And now I don’t have a cell phone. What I have learnt from this incident is:

• You must keep a back up of all your contact numbers and addresses.

• Cell phone must not be an expansive one. KhamKhoa afsos hota hai.
  

• One must get some self defense classes but there isn’t any need to show heroism in these situations. Life is precious. Isn’t it? What do you say?
  

If you dial a number from your landline phone set and take a few milli-seconds to realize that the call will connect itself without pressing the 'Yes' key, you are a cell phone user!

I am busy like a bee these days .. coz shut down at plant is in final stages. Meanwhile I had plans to update on last saturday night but hung out with sajjad and irfi .. ore adhi raat tak Awara'garadi kartay rahy .. missing that hostel life.

Khair .. khawab and Naqi (yar tum to mujay jaantay ho :) although I am not into flying, but I find a certain sort of fascination in it.

This is, at least, what I feel about the crowded airport lounges, round the clock busy terminals, people with fresh and tired faces, naughty children running ahead of their parents (as yours truly was in his childhood :) luggage-packed trolleys, canteens, wide and long runways glittering with thousands of multi-color navigation lights– with each color having a specific message for the pilot, ‘control tower’ covered with rigid and transparent glass from all sides, its’ cold and numb atmosphere, rapidly changing LCD digits on large screens, continuously engaged operators with the flights in operation, efficient ground crew, mighty Boeings and Air Buses, attractive logos of airlines, an experienced gentleman flight captain with his very polite crew, splendid interiors, stylish flight kitchens, specific aroma of the food which wafts in the cabin as soon as the steward starts serving the food trays by pushing his trolley slowly from one seat to another, usual sound of engines and continuous mild vibrations, a smooth flight and a perfect landing!
Is that enough? :)


Declaration: This was the last post on this subject. Thx for bearing.

I am busy like a bee these days .. coz shut down at plant is in final stages. Meanwhile I had plans to update on last saturday night but hung out with sajjad and irfi .. ore adhi raat tak Awara'garadi kartay rahy .. missing that hostel life.

Khair .. khawab and Naqi (yar tum to mujay jaantay ho :) although I am not into flying, but I find a certain sort of fascination in it.

This is, at least, what I feel about the crowded airport lounges, round the clock busy terminals, people with fresh and tired faces, naughty children running ahead of their parents (as yours truly was in his childhood :) luggage-packed trolleys, canteens, wide and long runways glittering with thousands of multi-color navigation lights– with each color having a specific message for the pilot, ‘control tower’ covered with rigid and transparent glass from all sides, its’ cold and numb atmosphere, rapidly changing LCD digits on large screens, continuously engaged operators with the flights in operation, efficient ground crew, mighty Boeings and Air Buses, attractive logos of airlines, an experienced gentleman flight captain with his very polite crew, splendid interiors, stylish flight kitchens, specific aroma of the food which wafts in the cabin as soon as the steward starts serving the food trays by pushing his trolley slowly from one seat to another, usual sound of engines and continuous mild vibrations, a smooth flight and a perfect landing!
Is that enough? I don’t think so :)


Declaration: This was the last post on this subject. Thx for bearing me.

Worried about my fitness.

Tea

Dahi, Lassi and Milkshakes.

Feeling: Relax and Satisfied.

Dream Liner 787

What a beauty! Just look at its’ wings reflecting a light golden shade, its’ very artistically designed nose and the windows refracting the well-lit cabins’ lights. A mind blowing capture.

Well folks, I have two pieces of news. Both are bad. One of them is bad in a real sense and the other is so on the basis of personal choices.

• Afghans slaughtered an Indian Engineer- A show of brutality.
• Asia will host the cricket world cup 2011- An action-packed cup will be played in the grounds covered with pale & dead grass.

MIRC Chat

Bus ji, i was getting bored. Signed-in on MIRC after ages.
Pakistani bachhay baray shaytaan hain.
Hamesha Fraaandship k chakar may rahtay hain.
If u say 25/m , they dont bother to reply u.
Majboran i signed in with a nick of a Mashriqi Dosheeza (Pronounce smartly) hee hee
Ab typing say fursat nahi hay ....

Kuch lamhay Farmatay hain:

"so irum u think that u r cute? hai na. kitnee cte ho"

Ore Zain kia kah ray hain?
" wana sex chat 24 male karachi n u ?"


Ore Desert Sand ko mayra nik pasand aaw gaya hay ... baat shuru karna chatay hain :

"hi...!! nice name ! "



Inn say millain yah hain aik Mashriqi Bachhay

Ali khan:
assalam o alaikum
how r u
asl plz
wanna chat

Brim Msn ki ID Pooch rahay hain:)
Bata doon? haa haaa haa

Ore abb, An uncle wants to share somthing from his long forgotten stories .... Main Abhi AAA'eeeyyy

:)

پاکستانی قوم بھی عجیب ہے۔ شدید گرمی سے حالت ابتر ہے، پسینے میں شرابور ھیں، لو جیسی گرم ہوا میں سانس لینا دشوار ہے – پرواہ نہیں ۔ چاۓ پہ چاۓ پیے جا رھے ھيں۔ کھانا ملے نہ ملے، چاۓ ضرور ہو۔ چاۓ بھی وہ جس میں دودھ کم اور چینی زیادہ ہو۔کچھ شوقین حضرات تو چاۓ کے ساتھ سیگرٹ سے بھی شوق فرماتے ھیں۔انتہا پسندی کی بھی حد ھوتی ہے۔

آج دوپہر کو ورکشاپ میں میں بھی اسی ذوق و شوق سے اپنی پاکستانیت کو مضبوط کرتا رہا ہوں۔ زیادہ مشکل نہیں ہے، بس محسوس ہوتا ہے کہ دوپہر زرا زیادھ گرم ھو گئ ہے، اور کچھ احتجاج آپکا جگر بلند کرتا ھے۔ کرنے دیں۔ اب پوری قوم تو غلط نہیں ہو سکتی نا! ظاہر ہے آخر کچھ نہ کچھ سوچ سمجھ کے ہی کر رھے ھوں گے۔

اب اجازت دیں تو ذرا چاۓ پی لوں، شام کی چاۓ کا وقت ہے اور چاۓ میرے سامنے دھری ھے۔ واقعی، مذاق نہیں کر رھا۔ اور 'خواب' تم بھی کبھی کبھی چاۓ پی لیا کرو کوئ مضائقہ نہیں ہے۔ کفران نعمت چھوڑو ۔ آخر پاکستانی ایسے ہی تو ہر سال دو ارب روپوں کی چاۓ نہیں پی جاتے۔ اور اب براہ کرم چاۓ کی شان میں گستاخی مت کرنا۔

Today was a sort of relax day at office. Mr. Jaffery was also in a chill mood. He was walking all around in slippers with his shirt outta trousers and speaking punjabi in a particular Lahori accent. Thand mahool ;)

Listening to: Taynu Lay Jana**** by Omar Inayat. (Get it from apniisp.com)

One month long Shutdown of plant (for annual maintenance) has started from today. I was supposed to be at plant rit now, but some how, at 4:30, sahab nay na idher daykha .. na odhar, bas nikalnay ki kii. Kal say sahi.

O man, wat a fabulous thing i have found today!


Listen Live to Air Traffic Control

http://atcmonitor.com/

htttp://www.liveatc.net

Though you may find it useless but it is interesting to listen to this conversation.
Do you know that FM band in your deck can catch this conversation? No jokes at all. I have personally experienced it many a times and it depends on the location of the flight. I remember,
last time my radio set caught signals of an international flight from Dhaka, somebody from control tower was wishing the pilot a safe and smooth landing. You can catch a max of only 3 messages coz in a matter of seconds the flight gets out of range.

And one more thing for you ppl. This cartoon clip on Condoleeza rice and Hillary Clinton is worth a watch as well.

just returned from officce. Wat a hectic day it was.
kal proper post ho gi. perhaps.

Perhaps Allah meyan wants me to continue my present job.

sensitivity to criticism test

A couple of days ago, i had to face some critcism from khawab on the issue of my always non-serious attitude. Well, i felt a bit destroyed and in that frustration i took the above mentioned test. Following were the results:

Interpretation

Your score was in the mid-range on the sensitivity to criticism test. This indicates that you occasionally become defensive in response to constructive criticism. Although your score indicated that there are times when you take negative feedback well, there may be some red flags to look out for.

For more details pay 6 Dollars only. No man, GH is not that interested in that but he has changed himself immediately for sure.

Test taken at PsychTests

A Soldier on Job

Listening to: Khoobsurat by Zohaib Hassan.

DJ: How is life?
GH: Fast at home and slow at office.
DJ: lol
GH: :D

Adagio Tea

If you are a tea addict then stop by Adagio to uplift your mood (No, they don’t offer free tea cups :). Here you will find a variety of flavors and info on most popular teas, online help by their operators (only on fix hours. It wasn’t available when I logged on), Teamart for shopaholics and if you are bored form orkut nukta com (nukta=dot) then ‘tea community’ and ‘chat rooms’ might catch your attention as well. Site also offers a complementary tea timer with pre-calculated times for preparing various varieties with a little info note about the tea origin. But telling you beforehand; if you are looking out for something like our traditional desi chai ranging from strong ‘truck driver’ blend to ‘doodh patti’, you will waste your time. Only a tea expert like GH can help on this. Can you judge the taste of tea by merely looking at its’ colour? Haa haa, you can’t, I knew that!

Happy Clicking!

But be careful coz it can also be a journey to thousand websites that begins with a single click :)

A signboard outta laundry:

Don't worry about your dirty linen!

Damn it yar, editing html sucks. Still, I have to edit Page title and comments option. Now it seems to be impossible. And FireFox displays the page/fonts a bit better than IE. Why?

It's a Sunday.

My day began at 10:30 am.
Breakfast.
Newspapers.
TaayleeeVision+A cup of tea.
Blogs.
A couple of samosay with tomato-red ketchup.
Seems that I am the only way’law on this planet.

Haji has got job on a fertilizer plant.
He will be a trainee again after a one year job. Haa.

My training will complete on 25^th April.
I have to take a test on next Moday in this regard.
Alas, I am not in any mood to open the notes I have taken during the course.

People in the sidebar of this page are sleeping.
Sometimes, I fear, very soon, most of them will quit blogging.
Hani has exams. But somehow he is still on the scene.

I want to get rid of this bloody PTCL network.
Yesterday, Affan told me to buy a World Call connection for wireless access.
Let’s see, whether in my area, they are providing the service or not.
It will cost Rs.3600/- to get the connection. And if their service is good, I’ll not mind to pay this amount.

Template is changed again. If u know, where to find bloody-est ever templates (In addition to blogspot), just tell me. I would love to apply them here.

Listening to: Ajnabi by Sequencers.

There are three main advantages of Summer. Long days, Mango Milkshake and Mosquitoes-free environment.

*A long post has vanishefd somewhere. Lolz. Don't want to type once again. And It happened first time on this blog* 1st April fool by Local Server??

A hot and hectic day.

Today was a good day. Quite peaceful and calm. There was nothing much to do at office. DM sahib went some where on Out-Door and that was the actual reason of peace. After lunch, Tauseef (my colleague) and I did nothing except gossiping, taking tea and eating biscuits.

T: Raja Gidhh perhay baghair Engineering kerna Mushkil Hay …

GH: hmm?

T: kia khayaal hay?

GH: Zamana-e-college may hi perh chuka hoon .... Mayri to F.Sc. hee Mushkil ho gaey thi … : P

T: ;(

T joined a month ago. Mossof Adha din Shay’r kahtay hain, ore baqi adha din mayra sabar ka imtihaan laita hay. The way he is blackening the pages of his diary, I am sure, very soon he will be in a position to publish his one dozen books all together.

Khair …..

Do you remember the character Mr. Hunter of ‘Bugs Bunny Show’ – A man who always chases the bunny with a double-barrel in his hands?

Wondering? Us ka zikar kiyon? That hunter laughs like a man who sits besides me in the office van. :)

Came back to home. Found the room a bit mucky. Thought to get it done myself, meanwhile my mother entered the room.

Ajj khod kaam karnay ka khayal kaisay aa gaya….?

Before I could reply, my brother poked from somewhere ….. Commander Safe Guard nay kaha hay. :(

When Love Happens ....

Yesterday, at office, I was flipping through an assignment on control valves (They are used to control the flow of a liquid in a control system). It was submitted by a trainee engineer back in 1997. On one page I found this:

Catalyst EG (Ethylene Glycol) flow is controlled by the control valve # 03.002

Mass Flow Love ……… Valve opens.

Mass Flow High ……… Valve closes.

Actually valve opens on low mass flow.

Where was his mind wandering while penning down these conclusions????

*GH smiles and then clicks ‘Publish’*

Aha … Salam! Hope that everybody is fine and enjoying his/her time in this blog sphere.

On a lighter and a funnier note: Yours truly is still alive!

There were many things that kept me away from blogging – Loads of office work, poor telephone service of PTCL that didn’t let me sign in from home and Hepatitis-A which kept me away from all sorts of activities for about two weeks from the beginning of this month. And now some problem in Blogspot service – I am unable to identify what sort of ban is this. Access to every page is denied. Do you know how I am accessing your pages?

Just like this:

http://www.pkblogs.com/blogname

Direct access is not possible.

Nothing is changed on this blog front from publishing posts, waiting for feedback from readers, religiously reading favorite blogs to aimlessly clicking the blog links in the sidebars – things are the same.

But there is one thing- I missed ya all; Dingle Days by Hani, optimistic posts by Raheel, lively stuff from Khwab, Aamanna’s poetry, goings-on on Asma Mirza’s blog, FM’s wittiness and MariaBeez blog that I rarely visit … winks*

From now on I hope I will be regular in updating and reading your blogs.

Adios

This summer i would like to look like this!
Get your DP from here.

Extremely tragic news: I have just come to know that one of my juniors (and class fellow of my brother) was shot dead by the robbers today morning at 6 am in Bahawalpur - when he was returning back to university from home.

Inalillah he wa inaa Ilaeyhe rajeyon.

Very sad. And now they have taken his dead body back to Haripur. I am trying to contact my friends there but nobody is attending the call right now.

May Allah Almighty forgive all his sins and rest his soul in peace.
Please do offer Fateha at least once for him.

Four Jobs I’ve Had in My Life
I haven’t yet completed the first year of my first job :-)

Four Movies Drama Serials I Could Watch Over and Over

• Tanhayaan
• Un Kahi
• Dhoop Kinaaray
• Sunahray Din

These are unforgettable classics of PTV.

Four Places I Have Lived

• Lahore
• Bahawalpur
• Najran
• ……Still Blank……
  

Four TV Shows I Love To Watch
This question is frequently repeated in the tags. So I’m just skipping it.

Four Places I Have Been On Vacations
Covered many places in our northern areas last summer.

Four Websites I Visit Daily Whenever I Come Online

• Yahoo
• Google
• CNN
• Blogs
  

Four Favorite Foods

• Bhindi Chicken
• Biryani, Palao
• Fried fish
• Pizza
  

Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now

• In a well lit flight-kitchen of a Boeing on flight.
• With NATGeo Team, on an expedition in a dense forest.
• Dubai shopping Festival 2006. (P.S: Alas, it ended four days ago.)
• With her.

Four People I Tag Next

• Asma
• Khawab
• Raheel
• Fahd

Power Sundays

Good Morning folks! Wake up! The early crimson rays of sun have just moved forward from the green leaves of Rubber Plant placed in your car porch! Sundays are not meant for sleeping.
Isn’t the odor of steaming hot mug of coffee enough to open your eyes? Push the blanket aside, slide the heavy curtains off the windows and open the door of your terrace to let the light and fresh air enter into your room.

Hey! Why are you staring at me with your angry face and blood red eyes? Are you angry for being disturbed so early in the morning? Oh … No … No … don’t try to throw that heavy ashtray towards me. Look at the clock; it is about to strike 10 on the dial. Cool down and sip your coffee. Just have a look at your neighbor’s door. In the morning they have washed their car. And now are you seeing the fruit baskets in their hands? Perhaps they are leaving for a picnic.
At this point I noticed a sparkle appearing in his eyes. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Umm where are you dialing buddy?
Just to make a picnic program with friends, he replied promptly.
Great!
The jinnee wishes him a full-of-fun Sunday, waves his hand and a smoky cloud disappears in the air.

Thanks … he smiled, took the last sip of coffee that was getting cold and left the bed to get ready for the picnic!


My Random Wish: Would that I had been on Karachi’s beach today.

A Stroy

There is this Fisherman, let's call him Salman.

Salman goes out fishing each morning, casts his net and gathers his catch and sells them in the market and makes a living out of it. On one occasion he gets up too early and sleep eludes him. So he decides to go fishing any way it's too dark to go fishing so he strolls by the Bank of the River and waits for the Sun to appear he stumbles upon a sack. This sack is a bit heavy and there were some pebbles in it. Now, when u have a river and a sack of pebbles and a lot of time to kill, the logical thing to do is to throw the pebbles into the river. Salman did just the same. He tried all the things we do Throwing it as far as possible, as high as possible, make the pebbles bounce as many times an possible.....Now with just one stone remaining, the sun rose the stone in his hand began to glow as well damn! The stone was a diamond!!!! That's when he realized that all those pebbles he had thrown away were actually Precious Stones!!!

End of Story!

Moral is: Don't get up too early in the morning :-)

Perhaps i also need these bullets :S

80% Seriousness and 20% Depression.

Anti Depressants

Al-Vida

I have just downloaded the video Al-Vida by SS - Sufi Salman Ahmad i mean! A good composition! Get it from here

between us : sufi is tarha k hotay hain? :)

After many days of absence from blog I am back now. I had been to bahawalpur to attend my cousin’s wedding ceremony. It was quite fun there. (Don’t read 'funny')

Akhir bakray ki shadi ho he gaey…. Kab tak khair manta.

Life is pretty busy yaro. The person who said life is not a bed of roses – Sacha tha woh.

Apun to job kar kay phans gaya. I reached back from BWP last Monday at 2 am (It takes 7 hours by road to reach Lahore) and the worst thing was I had to reach office the very same morning at 8 am. Yukkk.

Marta kia na karta …. I had to go. Reached office cursing myself for I hadn’t any leave in my balance to avail.

HoD bhi koi jalad hai. Absents are strictly prohibited.

Today is Sunday and folks believe me they are a real blessing.

Khair …. Yesterday night I broke one leg of my specs. I had a very bad habit of throwing them on my bed --- Akhir kab tak yay sab chalta????

They came under the weight of my arm and lost their shape – such a delicate frame it was. While attempting to bring them in shape again, I broke one of the legs. :-S

Thanks to Allah, I had a spare one; otherwise it was not less than a fatigue to ruin the Sunday for a pair of specs in bazaar.

Moral: Keep your specs with care; don’t throw them on your bed just like you throw the towels or magazines on your bed.

TC : -)

PS: i have just discovered that a 10 rupees note in my pocket has two different numbers .. lol

One number is GBL1027274 and other is CBV7214729. I went to the shop to purchase milk where the shopkeeper just noticed it .... ooay jaali note????? And returned it back!!!

لیجیۓ ساڑے چھ ہوا چاھتے ہیں ۔ عید کا دن بھی

تقریبا'' اختتام کو پہنچا۔ ویسے آپ مانیں یا نامانیں ،

ایک بات ہے کہ یہ عید بچوں سے زیادہ قصائیوں کی

ھوتی ہے! صبح بڑی مشکل سے ایک قصائی ڈھونڈا

گیا اور پھر قربانی کا مرحلہ پورا ھوا۔



اب کی بار بکرا بڑا ہی من موجی قسم کا تھا ۔کل

جب اسے لا کر باندھا گیا تو اس نے وہ اودھم مچایا

کہ الحفیظ و الاامان ۔۔۔ بہت دیر تک اس کا پرشور

احتجاج جاری رہا۔ جس ٹب میں اسے پانی دیا گیا،

اسے ٹکریں مار کر اپنا غصہ اتارتا رھا کہ کیوں باندھا

مجھے ؟ ساری رات وقفے وقفے سے اودھم مچا

کے نہ تو خود سویا نہ ہی ھمیں سونے دیا۔ لیکن

از کم مجھے ایک اطمینان ضرور تھا کہ جب تک یہ

شور کرتا رہے گا اس کا مطلب ہے ابھی تک گھر میں

ہی ہے (-:



کھانے میں بھی بڑے نخرے تھے ۔ کھاتے کھاتے اکثر

بیچ میں اس طرح سے رک کر کھچ سوچنے لگ جاتا

تھا کہ گھاس آدھی اس کے منہ میں اور آدھی منہ

سے باھر جھانکتی رھتی تھی! اس لمھے مجھے

وھ بالکل درد مند دل رکھنے والے ھمارے قومی

سیاست دانوں کی طرح لگتا تھا، جو کھانا کھاتے

ھوے بھی فکرمندی سے کسی نا دیدہ چیز کی

جانب گھورتے رھتے ھیں ۔۔۔ اور ان کے سیکٹری

ہمیشہ یہی کہتے پاۓ جاتے ھیں : آجکل صاحب

قوم کی طرف سے بہت فکرمند رہتے ھیں ۔۔۔۔۔۔ کہ

کسی دن قوم ان کا گلا ہی نا دبا دے

:)


بات کہاں سے کہاں نکل گئ ۔۔۔۔ خیر بات ھو رھی

تھی بکرے کی ۔۔۔۔ پہلے تو موصوف نے آتے ہی کولڈ

ڈرنک یعنی ٹھنڈا پانی نوش جاں کیا، کڑک کڑک اور

کوڑک کوڑک کی آوازیں نکال کر کافی ساری چنے

کی دال نمکو سمجھ کر کھائی اور پھر لگے شور

شور مچانے ۔۔۔۔ کہ مھمان کو اجازت دی جاۓ!


میزبان بھی کچھ اتنے کم سمجھدار نہیں تھے، بس

اسے دیکھ کر دھیرے دھیرے زیر لب مسکراتے رھے

اور دل ھی دل میں کھنے لگے : جانے کی اتنی

بھی کیا جلدی؟ اجازت تو بس اب ھم ایک ہی بار

دیں گے!



خیر صبح ھوئی، پچھلی عید کی طرح اب کی بار

بھی نماز پر تھوڑا لیٹ ھو گۓ۔ واپس گھر آۓ اور پھر

وہی قصائی کا انتظار

مہمان خصوصی اپنی مرضی سے چھریوں سمیت

تشریف لاۓ ۔۔۔۔ یہ واحد مھمان ہیں جو چھریاں اٹھا

کے آتے ہیں! والد صاحب نے ھمیشہ کی طرح خود

تکبیر پڑھی! اور پھر باقی خدمات مہمان خصوصی

سے حاصل کی گئیں۔




عید کی صبح بھٹی صاحب سے فون پر بات ہوئی،

یونیورسٹی کے کلاس فیلو ہیں، بڑے خوش تھے ۔۔۔

کہنے لگے ابھی ابھی دو بکروں کی کھال اتاری ہے ،

گوشت بنانا باقی ہے! پتا نہیں موصوف بکرے کنہیں

کہ رہے تھے !؟! ھمیشہ قربانی خود اپنے ہاتھ سے

کرتے ہیں۔ ویسے دیکھنے میں قصائی بلکل نہیں

لگتے ! اب میں سنجیدگی سے انہیں مشورہ دینے

پر غور کر رہا ہوں کہ عید کے دن سے وہ پورا فائدہ

کیسے اٹھا سکتے ہیں! اگر ایسا ہو گیا تو یہ بڑے

ماڈرن قصائی ھوں گے، جو میکڈانلڈ کے برگر کھاتے

ہیں، کافی پینا پسند کرتے ھیں اور ہمیشہ باۓ ائر

سفر کرتے ھیں

:)

خیر قربانی کے بعد مابدولت 'جی ایچ' نے خود

کلیجی بھونی ، جس کا ثبوت بعد میں ان کے کپڑوں

پر پڑے تیل کے چھینٹوں سے بھی ملا اور پھر اس

سبق کے بعد سے 'جی ایچ' کچن میں کافی محتاط

نظر آنے کی کوشش کرتے پاۓ گۓ۔




خیر پوسٹ لمبی ھوتی جا رھی ہے، اب آپ سے

اگلے چار پانچ دن بعد ملاقات ھو گی کیونکہ کل

میں بھاولپور جا رھا ھوں۔


آپ سب کو میری طرف سے عید مبارک! امید ھے

کہ آپکی یہ عید بھی پچھلی دفعہ کی طرح اچھی

گزر رھی ھو گی۔ یاد رکھیۓ گا کہ قربانی کے

گوشت میں صرف آپکا ہی نہیں بلکہ مستحقین کا

بھی حصہ ھے۔ اجازت دیجیۓ ! فی امان اللہ