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

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

oe year gone... 

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


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


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

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

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


Lets see what happens - with them :)


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

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

www.fm100pakistan.com

Sharfoo

Sharfoo wants to meet 'Lever Brothers Pakistan' :D


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

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

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

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

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

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


او یار تم مجھے ملنے آۓ ھو یا ڈرامہ دیکھنے؟


Without removing their eyes from the monitor they replied calmly:

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

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


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




*****BANG*****


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

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

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

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

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



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

Back again

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


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



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

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

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

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


Beard is not the symbol of molvi-ism.

Molvi sahibaan are very respectable.

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

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

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

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

What do you say?

monotony of life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

test post

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

N & S

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



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Action & Reaction

Every action has a reaction.

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

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

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

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



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Debugging is in progress :)

Ahh...Jamshed Ansari

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

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

1) Headache.
2) My blood needs dilution.

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


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

50% Cholesterol,
10% Pepsi.
40% RBCs

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

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


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

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

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Bas ajj nahi jana. Chutti hay aaj.

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

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


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

Why cats mourn?

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

Office Biz.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


Listening to: FM 89.
Craving: Fried chicken.

Goings on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Listening to : 'La Telumeen' by Guitara Band.

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

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

Sobs…