Thursday, September 18, 2008
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.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
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!
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!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Our General
The most interesting comment of the day on the hot issue of Mush's resignation was by one of my colleagues:
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.
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.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
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!)
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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!
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!)
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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!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, July 18, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
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 ...
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 ...
Monday, July 07, 2008
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.
www.asma.eomag.com --> UTP --> http://www.umarpirzada.com --> Ghazal.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Radom Images
Drawn by Aks on my facebook wall
months ago ...
I* Got married a few days ago.
Simple chocolate cake
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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
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!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
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?
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?
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