In the morning today i made a phone call to Barclays Bank, Islamabad. I tried all the four telephone lines but nobody picked up the phone. "They too, have closed just like Gerry's?", I thought to myself. After 15 minutes i tried again and the call was answered. Below is that short conversation cum story.

me: I want to open a student account in your bank. Can you please tell me the requirements.
guy: "OK, please wait, let me transfer the call." The guy puts me on hold and after a silence of about one minute the line drops. I had to try again.
me: A while ago i was on phone with you and the line was dropped while you were transferring the call.
guy: "Ok, hang on."

This time the call was transferred to a lady after a short pause. All this gave me the feeling of a desi environment in the bank. After listening the detail she told me to contact another guy and gave his cell number. Why didn't she transfer the call to the desired extension? That can be a poll with the following options:

a) The guy didn't have any extension.
b) He was absent.
c) He was out of bank to buy an eid gift .... No, don't take it wrong.
d) There wasn't any such guy in reality and she gave me the number of his younger brother, who, by chance, happened to be there when i called.

Anyway i contacted that guy and told him the story. In response, despite answering my queries, he told me what i had already learnt from their website. He promised me to call back after an hour but now it's three hours since i spoke to him. No reply yet and i am sure there won't be any. Either he has forgotten or he was really her brother.

The early morning encounter with the BC wasn't a pleasant thing to see as i was thirty minutes late. Noticing this, he advanced towards me but my sixth sense warned me of the approaching danger and the admonishments brewing-up in his mind, i preferred to ignore everything and kept walking while unnoticeably slowing down my pace for a while but then i picked up and entered the building. I didn't stop for a hello-hi. And why the **** should i exchange these mundane civilities when i knew that BC was approaching with a calm looking face while composing his mind to heap abuse on me. It's always better to escape for one sure reason that i would never like to lash out (at BC). For me how fatal it would be in terms of committing a career suicide, i have a very clear idea about it. I hope that these days wont last too long. 'This' way or 'That' way, but certainly not here at this T junction.

Life Goes On!

The author of the blog remained busy in a seminar throughout the last week. No, please don’t infer from your imagination that he was one of the organizers. He was merely a patient listener with empty stomach and an unpredictable mindset that continued to change its’ states like your most familiar example of grade 1 science, “Bachoo! Maaday ki teen halat’ain hoti hain.” “Achi halat, Buri Halat, ore … oreeeee … Chalo Kharay ho jao”. That mindset was almost the similar; heavy, light and only a couple of times it showed some generous sparks of endowment … a disappointment for the green-eyed monsters present there. There was a sigh of relief from the guest speaker whose ‘claimed’ intellect wasn’t tested!

To be punctual and to be on the right time are two different things. Author demonstrated an excellent example of this by reaching the venue daily thirty to forty minutes late after completing his daily chores with complete easiness. Only this wasn’t sufficient to prove the abilities and punctuality. Avoiding ‘Big Cheese’ and his nasty questions was also an art show. Defining a radius and staying out of the circle? Wrong approach my dear readers - Confine others in the circle. That is the proper way. I hope your professional approach will agree.

On the closing ceremony author received a ‘Certificate of Presence’! He can recall that they called it ‘Certificates of Participation’ – I suspected the whole series of lectures was harmful for the ‘Fasting Muslims’.

Heavens didn’t fall when yesterday I was given a task to prepare a report on the same (recreational) event. The issue was quite serious but the demand ‘what to include’ in it was completely revealing the worst effects on all the six senses of the honorable participant. The writer doesn’t hold any grudge with ‘the honorable’, the statement above was just an instant message conveyed by his intellect. Without giving any thought, quite mindlessly, he agreed to prepare a report. As we all know, “Jhoot kay Paon Nahi Hotay” so the report is still on my desk.

That was the story of the week. Life is going on in a usual way and time never stops and whatever the circumstances be we have to face. Since 2006 life and everything associated has become a big struggle, a disappointment (sometimes) and a heartless effort to drag and to get out of the situation eventually. These have badly affected rather almost killed the literary capabilities of the author. And he thinks he is going down day by day. But at the moment the question is whether he will be able to have Eid with his family or not? Waits for the outcome of the decision that has almost/already been made.

Hope to see you all soon again with a better state of mind. Have a happy Iftar and Sehar!

Just another random weekend.

Such a drift in the tone from deep sarcasm & humiliation to the sugarcoated venomous artificial politeness didn't come as a surprise to me. This was expected. May this all end soon.

For the last few days, every morning i check my email account with a hope ...

Our General

The most interesting comment of the day on the hot issue of Mush's resignation was by one of my colleagues:

After a couple of months Mush's picture in army uniform could be seen painted on the backside of our trucks with a catchy line: Teri Yaad Aey Tairay Janay Kay Baad.

But one thing is for sure, these politicians will be more harmful to the country than Musharraf. Zardari has only one thing to say: BB Sahiba Ka Mission. What that mission was they never/don't define. Another chapter of sham democracy and economic downfall is about to start - whole nation is feeling happy, satisfied and proud; they are blogging, sending emails, sms and watching Terry Rehman on their TV sets as they have won the battle of 'Justice', gotten rid of a General and fallen into the hands of bandits-in-politician's-clothings at the cost of load-shedding, poverty and inflation! Today nation (the whole lot of politicians) will distribute Methai and celebrate 14th of August in its' real essence.

Headache
Disinterest
&
Hatred

I am waiting for the proper time to get rid of the deal.

This blog skin makes me feel better by rewinding the tape two and a half years back.

Nothing is appealing much today with empty stomach. Waiting for Mr. F who has to bring lunch for us.

And a new profile pic, publishing it here for the sake of a reminder of this day, as one day I'll remove it too, without uploading or saving anywhere.

The episodes of 'BBC Master Chef Goes Large' ended unceremoniously. Steven Wallis was declared the MC, as he, unexpectedly, performed well in last couple of MC Tests. Hanna (or Anna?) performed splendidly throughout the competition - and she was most likely to win. But as luck would have it - things were on Steven's side - who, once in-pressure cooking test, lost his nerves and started weeping when he had almost spoiled the food while it was to be served in a short while to the guests, a group of legend chefs from different top hotel chains, and John Torode, the host, had to pat his shoulder to convince and encourage him to continue. And at that time i was sure his is not the winner by any chance.

Anyway, finale could have been more ceremonious in terms of declaring second and third position winners despite picking one winner and tossing a glass of wine with him. What i believe is, all three finalists were equally good - they all had demonstrated an exceptional command over cooking under stress, developing flavors, presenting and garnishing well while equally keeping in mind the nutritional values and quantity of the food they were to cook, whether it was a single serving of a three course meal or a two hundred servings of 'pizza' or 'fish & chips' in a school canteen! Their performance was excellent!

The most remarkable comment in all episodes was by John Torode on Hanna's dish, "The idea of Blueberry (pause) Saffron (pause) Duck (Pause) Lavender (Two Pauses) REPHELLS ME! (Repels me)" - though the dish looked quite mouthwatering! These were his comments of approval or rejection and his perfect British accent that made the program really lively!

One of the finalists went to an Indian restaurant to learn Indian cuisine recipes and spices. And funniest for us and tragic for him was, when he, later in MC kitchen, forgot to add salt in his potatoes - a dish that resembled more like Aalo Matar! (Now that really repels!)

-~-

Ending the post with a SMS joke:

A man kiled a deer, cooked it and didn't tell kids what it was. He gave a hint "It's something that your mom calls me!" The son shouted, "Na Khana ... Kutta Hai"

Cheers and have a nice weekend!

The Bus Ticket

A reminder that i was in Lahore on this weekend.

This weekend was quite uncomfortable due to electricity shutdown, which, on Saturday evening, started at 7.10 pm and lasted for twenty-two hours, with only two phases on the meter alive that allowed me to keep only the ‘TV lounge’ meagerly illuminated by two dimly lit hundred watt bulbs – until on Sunday evening, our poor-in-resources wapda arranged a working transformer for replacement.

While I am jotting down these lines, I am continuously bothered by the flies, untiringly buzzing around me, trying to rest on my forearm and knee. And also bothering me is the noise of kids playing cricket in the street, in front of my house – the noise of bouncing the tennis ball off the ground, their bats - as they strike them repeatedly on the hard surface as a part of their habit, and their consistent yelling and shouting out over minor acts of unfair game play. And a next door neighbor, who shares a ‘common wall’ as a mark of separation of two houses, is also bugging me with his loud speech volume and irritating pitch – while he is involved in a ludicrous conversation with a girl of a ‘paindo’ accent younger to him, which, I judged from her voice.

To some amazement, it’s a sort of monologue - the girl is rather listening and not talking much. Imagine – she, twisting her fingers, rolling and unrolling her ‘dupatta’ on her thumb repeatedly, blinking her eyes more than normal without blushing so much - fully aware of her accent (and/or maybe due to her un-brushed teeth!), considers it wise to keep her mouth shut and remain environment friendly in all possible respects.

Meanwhile, my gate knocks. I know, it’ll be a kid on the door, claiming his tennis ball, which crosses our boundary several times in the evening. Sometimes I do respond, but most often I just turn a deaf ear to the ringing door bell. I inform the kid with a diabolic contentment that his ball is not here; it might have fallen through the fence into the basement where I have no access at all. I pick up today’s paper from the garage and return. It is 4.45 pm. Early morning showers had caused a delay in the delivery of newspaper – but it was too late to deliver it in the evening.

There aren’t any signs of electricity despite phone calls to SDO since yesterday, who, on my both calls assured me of his understanding of the problem and the readiness of his workers awaiting the availability of a spare transformer.
Well, electricity has just been restored. I send a sms to say thanks to SDO for bringing the whole area back to life –but he didn’t respond back. May be he had smelled the hidden hypocrisy in my message.

When I started this post I actually wanted to write how troublesome the previous night was. I had kept the doors open in the evening – attracting and inviting the mosquitoes to the lights inside. I only realized this terrible mistake when I hit the sack at 12 in the night.

‘5 balain, 3 runs’, the boys are still shouting. As the new transformer is fixed and set to working, kids in the neighborhood are celebrating and playing again. ‘Jaldi Aao, Jaldi Aao’, I can hear them through the widow and the opened door of side-gallery.

The night was worst, most of the time I kept scratching my face, arms, and feet. Around 2 am, I decided to drag the ‘char-pie’ into the garage. Had I hardly laid the ‘khais’ over it, it started to downpour all at once that I feared it would not be safe to sleep there. I pulled back - and do remember it rained continually till 6 am. A phone call woke me up at 10.30 am. Now it’s 5.30 pm, weekend is almost over. Nothing much to mention except that tomorrow is Monday. I have to calendar clothes, complete some paper work and type this post for publishing with some necessary editing.

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Reading Now: Putli Peking Ki by Mustansar Hussain Tarar. Read it's review here.

Things i normally do these days:

1) Make plans and/or timetables
2) Then a few more plans to execute the already queued.
3) Read Light Within, Crazed and Bi-Conditional. The loyal Blogspot users like me.
4) Think that i should read Hunch Back of Notre Dame, but i can't - i worry about point 1.
5) Often forget to take tea when it's hot and then pour the remaining quarter cup, cold like water, in my stomach in a single go.
6) Procrastinate
7) Play NFS UG1 and Copter.
8) Regret on an old issue over and over.
9) Normally watch Dirty Jobs, Master Chef, Extreme Engineering and News (a recent interest) and abnormally watch Local Dramas.
10) Wait for a Rainy Day.
11) Forward cell phone messages which i normally don't.
12) Believe that my cell phone is far behind in the race of latest gadgets.
13) Know the importance of getting up early in the morning and reaching office in time.

water park - lahore

Despite my all headache-triggering efforts it is not working out for me. In depth analysis is neither required nor would it yield any benefit in terms of getting an instant solution – In reality things are not always a pack of ‘Knoor kay Instant Noodles’ and ‘K&N kay Bun Kabab’ ads that are seldom aired on TV channels these days while most of the time slot is given to an intolerable ‘her cheez Mezan main achi lagti hai’ cooking oil add – you zap through the channels once again after watching a five-minutes-drama-episode between a series of ads and several sponsored time checks like Mobilink ka Time check, Kala Kola ka Time check, Tapal Danedar ka … blah - And you continue until electricity shutdowns for next one hour and sometimes for fifty-five minutes acutely just like 1699.00 Rupees tag on shoes.

Offices are not blue on Mondays only. Sometimes whole week is like that. Putting my full-hearted efforts which then underwent transition from a half-hearted to a head-smashing-into-wall feeling I almost gave up. A red tape as per tradition. Let us start with one of the many novels I have saved in my hard drive and GBs of songs I seldom listen to and a tin of chilled Cola. Lunch, post-lunch break, tea, biscuits - so many things. Let’s recall the old times, recall the mistakes and admit that these were mistakes indeed ...

Blog Chain

Have you ever met a blogger who rather than adding links in the sidebar due to his sluggishness follows a chain of links from one blog to another to reach to a certain blog by recalling his memory? If 'No' then you are on the right page! Ladies and Gentlemen meet the legend:Green Head! And a simple chain would be like:

www.asma.eomag.com --> UTP --> http://www.umarpirzada.com --> Ghazal.

How does it feel to search for the old blogs once you used to enjoy reading?

Somewhat nostalgic.

Radom Images

Drawn by Aks on my facebook wall
months ago ...


I* Got married a few days ago.

Simple chocolate cake

Office Tales

I’ll depart at nine tonight. Where? It shouldn’t be a question. Since morning, at office, I am distracted and absolutely reluctant to think about work. And I am playing a flash game ‘Copter’. Believe me, I have found it very addictive after ‘crazy taxi’ on mind jolt games. I drop the choppers and get new ones without saying ‘Bring me a new chopper.’ – do you remember Swat Kats? I hope so! :-D

Twenty two minutes to off. I have a firm belief that black sheep have installed key loggers on the PCs dedicated for web surfing. So, here I am - just taking a risk to publish.

Yesterday, I was given a slight hint that this year they want me to appear in GRE. Last year, on their demand, I had to take TOEFL :-). This time, preparation on such a short notice is difficult. I, too, have given them a slight hint. - Not possible. :-D

Next update tomorrow. Rahay Naam Allah ka!

My father remained in CCU for three days after he fainted with heavy sweating on last Saturday. He was discharged from hospital on Thursday. The doctor suspected it was minor heart attack but even in three days of observation they didn't find any of its symptoms again except in the first couple of ECGs and a cardiac test which i think had fake readings by the lab wala, and of course on the instructions of doctor. Today we have an taken appointment from another doctor. Lets see what does he say. I hope it is not a cardiac problem.

And i am searching for a violin ring tone - i don't know the name but somebody told me it was Radio break violin or Record break violin. It was actually a background music i listened to on FM100. Please leave the link if you know which ring tone it is.

I have many things in my mind but only a limited set of words. Three years ago i was at my best. Though i had it,s slight realization but actually i took it all wrong. I made some decisions on my own and forgot that it is the supreme power of Allah Almighty that decides everything and i don't have anything in my hand. Now that i want to stay at home it is not possible. I have to go. I won't say it's a crisis or a worst situation. But there is a feeling that my heart can go bang. Silent and empty minded - this is what i am now.

Khair, yesterday i was thinking that people on blogs don't do anything positive or practical except criticizing the political and socioeconomic crisis in the country. They make forums, initiate discussions and request people to paste tags on their blogs to demonstrate a protest. And that's it. Is this of any use?

What crap i had been writing in my previous post ... whoof ... there are signs that things will get better. Another chance ... Let us see. A positive change or another dip or nothing ... praying and waiting. But the thing is i will stick to this blog ... though i am simply publishing crap here but it doesn't matter. Nobody is reading.

must change the blog skin. will find a site and switch to something classic. was listening to bunny a while ago. may be these are the vital signs. a step towards life and change. but again it is all conditional. a few more ifs and thens.

Maloom nahi yah aazmaish kab khatam ho gi --- abhi kuch dair pehlay mujay asiay laga kah shaed mera dil is boj ore gham say phat jaey --- Allah na karay kah is kay baad bhi mujay kisi ore aazmaish say guzarna paray --- Laikin kuch gair-unjan say khoof is bay tarah mujay pareshan keay daytay hain kah unka bayan na mumkin --- In waswason kay darmeyan yon akalay baithna parashani ko mazed do-chand keay dayta hay --- Andayshay hain kah barhay chalay jatay hain --- yon na ho jaey --- woon na ho jaey --- dil ajaeb tarah pareshan hay --- andayshon ko zuban per latay hoay darta hoon --- kah Khudanakhoasata --- dil per is boj ko kab tak bardasht karon? Ujab baychaini hay --- Ab mazed kuch bhi bura sunny ki himat nahi --- Allah karin kah is mushkil waqt ka jald ikhtatam ho --- ore mayri aazmaish jald khairat say unjam ko pohunchay.

ps: ab mayray aasaab taqreban jawab day chukay hain --- 1.5 saal aasab ko tornay phorany k liyay koi kam ursa nahi hota --- in sab haalaat ka zamadaar kon hay? Is sawal ka sahi jawab mayray pass nahi hai --- ore shaed kabhi ho bhi na --- kia pata main khod hee??? aj 1.5 saal baad khala main takti howi mujay apni in ankhon main nami bohat kuch jitati howi mahsos hoti hai --- is baat ka saboot hai kah bas --- ab mazed ki taab nahi muj main --- tot phot chuka hoon --- mazed nahi sah sakon ga ---

Ah ... the last 1.5 years ...

Perhaps one and a half year long period of difficulties is about to end. Things are shaping up - but until yesterday i was feeling almost completely shattered. These waves of depression squeeze every drop of life from the body and leave you with a pale face, sunken eyes, gray and dry hair ... And sometimes you skip your meals .... sit silently and forlornly without uttering a single word in whole twenty-four hours .... uncomfortable and partially sleepless slumbers ... periodic cycles of diversion towards religion or totally away from it .... the waves of depression which normally don't ebb off - where only a few waves are enough to shatter the already weak castles. Many things like these ... hard to explain and hardest to bear and survive through them. May be tomorrow is a better day for me. I can pray only.

HOPE

Worst

When all this will end i don't have any idea but so far this surely is the worst.

Sunday Morning

The day quite kicked off quite early despite the fact i hit the sack after 5 am. Could be the longest day in past several months.

Skipped office and had been to Dentist in the evening today. It was a ten minutes scaling session only. "You must use braces, it's cheap and costs sixteen thousand only - ten thousand advance fee and remaining amount in monthly installments which would be deducted from your salary", she told me as she picked up a needle from a stainless steel box. I lifted my head from big green chair i was almost lying on and looked backwards where she was standing and without showing any interest i told her that this piece of advice was never given to me before. Perhaps my answer or tone had annoyed her a bit.

It was the equipment in the clinic that impressed me more than her skills as a good surgeon. After the treatment she wasn't much interested in answering a couple questions regarding my problem and told me to be patient and wait till next scaling session. Earlier she had suggested braces as an ultimate solution. May be this was the reason for her lack of concern.

One of the lenses in my spectacles was loose in the frame and it slipped out, fell on the floor and broke into three pieces as soon as i picked them from the front pocket of my shirt while leaving the dentist's room. I felt a little bad while sliding the broken pieces towards the wall with my left shoe and wished i hadn't picked them out that moment. And now my left eye sees a blurry picture as i am wearing the same specs. I'll get them fixed tomorrow. Interestingly, in Lahore it costs only two hundred for a pair of lenses and in Islamabad this price starts from five hundred rupees. The quality of glass is same everywhere whether you buy it for five hundred from Karachi Company or from F10 for one thousand rupees.

And it's chicken curry in dinner tonight. Recently our cook has been changed and the taste of food has improved. I hope this quality and taste will be maintained as he (the cook) is quite
experienced and willing to work properly and stay here for a longer duration.

A Silent Return

My love for blogger will always remain there. After a gap of almost a year on blogspot and a total absence of more than a year has brought me back to blogging- may be this time it's a loyal blogger. (though there were some posts in that silent past). Maybe (Read 'actually') i wanted to avoid mob (a few people) around me. But for how long and who gives a 8888? Right?

GH, this time, is more sensible than he was in his past. He turned 27 this December. 27?? Yes. Wisdom tooth appeared long ago but wisdom and maturity were just following by. They shew their signs a bit late. Apart from it he has grown somewhat more gloomy and silent. Learning process has been stopped. This thing dreaded him so much that he was compelled to jolt his mind again. so here he is ... writing again. He forgot simple 'is, are, am' and even 19x19 was a big ? for him. An obvious downfall and a slow progression towards mental degradation - an ultimate death? And this is his greatest fear these days.

Another change he noticed that now he prefers clean humor. (ah dry throat ... picks up the 1.5 liter bottle of coke filled with water and guzzles). Well i have forgotten what i had had in my mind. Umm ... well ... ok let's start a new story, new paragraph.

Bloggers who inspired me once in the very early days of my blogging - it dates back to 2004, sighs, four years since then, are either not into blogging or have changed their writing styles or have simply said farewell to blogging. I wish some day they restart blogging the way it was.

There were many ups and downs in 2007 - an year of loneliness. My best companion was my PC throughout the year. Financially, it was a perfect year. I made several plans about several things and wasted time properly! 08 will be a year of many good changes, inshaAllah.

Now some goings on of the day: A person from previous company called in and offered me to join again. No doubt it was a lucrative job but then i wanted to move forward rather than taking a step back. Softly and respectfully told him that i was satisfied with my present job - that plain and prompt reply was a bit unexpected for him - and i could image the change in his facial expressions from normal to a slight disbelief. What an opportunity loser i am, he might have been thinking this for next one minute or so.

I don't want to go back and waste my time, life and everything associated. It hurts me - it really does, believe me.

And ten minutes before off time today, in my manager's office, seated in a chair where i was trying to read a letter placed on his table in a stealthy manner while he was on phone waiting for the call to be picked up from the other end, he just noticed my activity and nodded 'yes?' just to tell that i wasn't supposed to read that letter, i felt a bit ashamed of myself. Yes, i wasn't supposed to do that. But sometimes, we do such childish things.

Have an appointment from dentist tomorrow that required me to get blood tests again so that she can use her surgical instruments without any fear that the patient is not a carrier of HIV and Hepatitis. There was an HCV test too, I guess i have produced the correct name.

I've a plenty of work piled up on my office desk which requires a big brain and a plenty of hard work. Sometimes i badly realize that i am back to school again - where we don't have summer or winter vacations and no BATA kay Black school shoes and heavy school bags! But we have books. And pencils - as i still prefer them and feel a certain type of satisfaction when i sharp a pencil and hear the sound of sharpening, its fine and soft round flake that comes off the pencil and an attempt to sharp without segmenting the flake in a single go ... and then blowing away the sharp black filings from the sharpener blade - this habit was so strong that even today i keep it and try to sharp the pencil same way i used to in my childhood where we were forced to write with pencils despite our greatest charm-of-that-time 'fountain pens'.

Time in office hangs. 8 to 4 is dead slow while time from 5 to 9 flies at a very fast pace. I think i will always remain a person who feels difficulty and hates to get up early in the morning no matter how early he sleeps. And i recently came to know that this laziness is also by fate.

Allah Willing, In next posts i will try to share something more from my childhood stories. It is nice way to remember the time that can't be rewound back.

Almost 12 pm on the dial. I must end the post. Although it's a random ending today but i hope in the days to come there will be improvements.

Summarizing the day

• Woke up at 12 pm.
• Ironed clothes for tomorrow morning.
  
• A couple of Guests paid a short visit.
• Iftar at PH.
• Paid a visit to a friend.
  
• Returned home at 10 pm. Found a man prowling on the corner with a mauser in his hand. It was quite unusual; i think he might be a cop.
  

New Blogger

New blogger seems to be a better place than word press.

• It's dashboard is lively than the monochromatic wp dashboard.
• It's templates are better. They have grown user friendly, offer very flexible changes using a dialog box, and can be chosen from a vast variety of online available templates.
• Posts are automatically saved in text the editor - every minute, i guess. A time-stamp at the bottom of the text editor shows when the draft was saved last.
• Options of Add Video and Labels have been included in the new Blogger. Is Labels a new option? I can't recall.
  
• At least, for me, the options of blog stats in wp were useless. What is the benefit of counting the number of cars speeding through a high way round the clock even when you have an approximate idea of total traffic? And 'Guess-who-paid-a-visit or From-where' is also of very minor importance.
• My love for Blogspot has resurfaced again. A solid reason to start using Blogger.
  

He is still alive and doing a good job! Cheers! And he loves blogspot more 
than that shi**y wordpress.  Yes, it's true. 


Listening to: Dewana - Ali Azmat
Next movie in the queue sheet: Ice age 1.  (midnight show - tonight!)

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.