Thursday, December 31, 2009

Follow Up

And I forgot in the last post


F*** n UoK

Curse the fucking terrorists or how ever the fuck did the blast on ashura and burned the buildings.... FUCK YOU ALL... may you all fucking rot in hell... may you burn a thousand times before dying...m run out ov words 4 dem...

Now cause of those fucks the University is conducting a paper on Sunday... WTF... and the best part is yet to come... I have another paper on Monday pre-scheduled.... I mean WTF are they thinking... 2 papers back to back... DAMN YOU ALL... MAY YOU FUCKING ROT IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL

Monday, December 28, 2009

Comme Ci, Comme Ça

I friend of mine just started learning french.... and he sets "Comme Ci, Commi Ca" as his facebook status... I mean... okay so you want to brag.. thats good and all, but you don't have to go internationale... and then there is that damn blast... I mean why the hell would anyone in their right terrorist mind target a congregation of people when they can blow up a government asset with even less effort... idiots...

Sunday, December 27, 2009


I just couldn't think of a title for this one... my class yesterday was a total drag... the communication's teacher just wasted her time and my precious time... she spent 2.30 hrs talking about the current political scenario and taliban and the neo-muslims(she didn't call them that but she talked about them) and shia-sunni and buses and traffic jams... I mean hell she could have just given us an off and every one could have been happy... then in the english language class the teacher did the usual talk-in-english all the time thing, and now he gave this assignment, I have to write an account of my day at home... It was a bit fun, since people started pulling each others legs at the very start if the class...

I spent my five hours writing a prelude and drawing on the top of my page...

it took more time to write the prelude....

hmmm... and the new year is about to end... I gotta find a party to go to...

Friday, December 25, 2009

C C n Hell

Call Centers and Hell may have one thing in common, Both are noisy and filled with eedeeots... and if your waaaaaaaay unlucky you'll meet people... and I mean damned people bloated in their heads... I mean come on man... WTF... You can't even f***ing speak the damn language and your trying to have a conversation in that language... FY...

I haven't actually joined a call center... I got into a program that's BAS-CALLY a training program... they are training young work in call centers... it was my first class and I learned how to use the phone and talk to people on the phone... wow.... what a f***ing great experience.... F*** THAT...

I am gonna make a plan to get out of this... Pray that it works...

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Anberlin Fin

Paratha and Malai

Papers make such a mess of life... there is nothing else you can do... I mean I am ready to have fun but none of friends are ready... all they want to do is just study, study, study... like that will get them good grades... The only tafree left is that after the paper, we go to this chai ka hotel thats near the university and drink chai and eat some paraths and malai...

Well at least we get to do that... the pathan has an awesome presentation of food if his china wear  is good... a picture would do nicely here... but fortunately I don't have one...

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Of Heart Aches and Short Breaths

My mother comes home and she's short of breath as usual... Walking and Climbing the stairs always has that effect on her... Then she complains of fever and severe back pain and head ache. In the evening her pain has aggravated... my mamo comes over-he's a doctor- and all of a sudden we are rushing to cardio... the guys at cardio rule out a heart problem... Every one is a bit eased... After that we get her X-Rayd... The X-Ray simply shows pneumonia... She's now an a course of meds for that... well at least it wasn't a myocardial infraction...

I have come to an understanding after this... EVERY ONE NEEDS A MOMENT OF AGONY AND CONFUSION. Your true self comes out in that moment... even if it is just for that moment... still you get to see your true self... I got to see myself... and I hate my true self... I hate it...


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Concerned after NRO

The court passed its decision regarding NRO. This was a major relief for me and my mates too... this decision had us at the edges of our seats... it still has us by the throats... The country may go through a political upheaval... :s

But that is the least of our worriers... the top question in our minds now is... "papers delay hoae kya?" this
dammed question has been haunting us... me specially... I still havn't finished management and then I have to do law and economics... mana bcom hai... but for me... failing in CA is enough... dobara nahi fail hona... kisi bhe cheez mein... God please help :'( ... I just need to get a conformation about the delay...

But come to think of it, it feels ironic... the country my go through another upheaval and I am worried about my papers... selfish... but very very Paki...


I should be studying but what do I actually do? I go about visiting my friends and listening to songs... Whats more I Don't just listen to them, I am so farigh that I actually reverse them and then listen to them... and the things you hear when your tired... I mean the songs had these freaky sounds, you know the type of sounds these songs have like a scream or a screech, well reverse them and the f***ing screams go away and words appear. and I honestly heard urdu or arabic or hebrew, one of these languages to that effect... I mean its an english song!!! Goddammit. I don't get it... whats with being let free... all I heard was mostly like, "let me free, wish me out"... what he hell is that!!!

It was fun though... creepy but fun...

Ooo and Marilyn Manson rocks....

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Reform

All that is happening around me... All the incidents and events that have happened... They all have had a very very significant impact on me... I have decided to remold myself. By remolding myself I do not mean that I'll change my personality... just that I'll change my point of view about some things.

Those things are as follows(appearing in increasing order of importance)

5. Without studying no one can succeed, no matter how intelligent.
4. I person can change his own fate if the person truly tries.
3. Life is not a bed of roses, it is a sea of fire.
2. There is no such thing as fallen angels fighting by one's side... I was thinking like a schizophrenic madman.
1. I was neutral but not I have decided to support Zaid Hamid... the guy's a genius.

Monday, December 14, 2009


The winter rains are finally here... But it dose not feel the same... the sounds and smells, there just not the same anymore. I remember going out to play in the rain with my friends... running around, falling, sliding.  I remember little children doing the same after us. Its just not there anymore...I can't even smell the damn land... "Matti ki Khushboo" as it is termed... So what if the people have changed, its not the great an issue, I mean the land... how can that change... sure now there are roads where before there were wasted plots of lands and there the flyovers and underpasses and link roads and exchanges and what not... But the hell has this got to do with the khushboo of the land... How can that change...???
This time round the rain just isn't the same as it used to be... Its changed just like us...

On a lighter note..THE BIGGEST EVER BANK HEIST IN THE COUNTRY, private security guards robbed a bank of foreign currency worth Rs311.2 million on Sunday morning... wow... as it turns out we are a nation of thieves... and all thanks to the influence of the king...

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Nostalgically Depressed

I am feeling nostalgically depressed right now, its like what is the point of all this... Whats the freaking point of my meaningless life... But you know what the strange part is... I am not feeling nostalgic at all... its this f3ling... it feels like its from before... long before... It feels raw... This whole helplessness that I am feeling... As if there is no point in all of this... This whole thing started when I started looking back on my past streak of undaunted failures... When I asked a friend his opinion he said, "People say to work hard to earn, its not necessary to earn here, if you don't get here you'll get there. The only point is to work and don' t be negative".

But that was last night... Then after a while it was gone... I was my self again. I mean to hell with depression... lets enjoy what little we can... its not like we are immortal or something and will live forever... We just don't have enough time to do all there is to do. But then again... madness isn't the right way either...

Its like when you are depressed, you are sad and so are the people who love you.
But when you are mad, you are happy but the people who love you are worried and sad... Ironic

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Sweet potato and Pumpkin Sandwich

I sweet potato and pumpkin sandwich is really really tasty. And Its also not that much of an effort to make.

Last night I went to do an all nighter combine study at a friends place... the 1st 30 minutes were easy to bear time just flew by. Then the study began... Dread I tell you, pure dread... I have a damn headache right now... I can't remember a useful thing from last night, except for the fact that I managed to solve a question that took me about 10 minutes. Except for that all I remember is talking about Xe and Zaidoo and some Dogs and some other vague stuff... I mean... I could have wasted that night better on the net, But no I had to go to my friends place... Apart from that I remember 2 pranks being played on me, while I was sleeping... YES... I was sleeping the whole damn time, now I remember. I was either sleeping or discussing the aforementioned. Why can't I do what I am suppose to do... Dammit...

Well I guess I'll make another SPAP sandwich and go and catch up on my sleep...

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Not ironic anymore

This is a friend's note(please do not copy this, this is really A++ grade material and its not mine). This is the funniest thing I have read in a long long time.
"Not Ironic anymore"

When Muhammad bin Qasim conquered Sindh, he was 18. I am 20; I own a farm and 20 sheep, in Farmville.

When I was 11, I became indifferent to images of massacre in Palestine. At 15, images of Iraqi bodies did not prevent me from celebrating Basant. My country is at war today, and I have a trip to make to Thredz; Valentine’s Day is a week away.

When not allowed to ask questions at a press conference, Muntadhar Al-Zaidi was man enough to improvise to express dissent against the US government. I have joined his facebook page. I also hope to secure the USAID scholarship for higher studies.

Zareena of Multan sits on the street with her daughters; the sign propped up beside them reads “For Sale”. I sit in the Pizza Hut waiting area. I got here at 7:14; two minutes before Aftar. The place filled up to choking point 20 minutes ago.

Driven by poverty, Naveed of Lahore kills his wife, daughter and himself days before Eid. I sure could use a gun. My darzee returned only 1 of my 3 suits on chaand raat.

“Butt sahb my saala is precisely the sort of person you want for this job. Oh nahin jee kya baat karte hain, if ever there are any issues, just drop by my place. Lo jee light gayi. Expect no good of this corrupt Zardari I tell you Butt sahb.”

I spend my days toiling at vocation, my nights in hard-earned recreation. I regularly visit the mosque every Jum’a. I am a moderate Muslim, giving deen and duniya each its due share.

“Nahi yaar can’t join you guys, I’m broke for a few days. Acha 350 ki deal hai? Great! See you in 15.” Pocketing my phone, I exit the house, and drop a 2-rupee coin in the maai’s lap, thinking to myself: “She’s been waiting here all day long. Dil bara rakho Talal!”

Muntadhar Al-Zaidi felt what he had witnessed in the past 4 years was not just; he let the world know how he felt, risking barbarous torture. I have had enough, I am thinking of posting a note on facebook.


All characters used above are strictly non-fictitious.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


John D. Rockefeller or J.D. Rockefeller why does this f***ed up name keep showing up. I mean every thing and anything related to Modern Business and Finance and you find this m*****f**** SOB's name in there. I just don't f***ing get it, I just don't...

And here is a bonus point... look into the list of known Masons and you are bound to find a Rockefeller there as well... I mean f***... What the Hell is going on here...

My sincerest apologies for swearing but c'mon what the f***, every where ROCKEFELLER... F****


The university has once again decided to delay the papers... God bless who ever made that decision... Now I have time to finish my preparation and watch the long due season 7 of House M.D. But... No... Maybe... No that would take too long... I'll finish watching house first and then get back to my studies... Yeah that is a fine plan.

Yesterday I read a very funny note on my friend's facebook page... And unlike most funny things that start subtle and then move on, this note opened with a big BANG. I am quoting the opening, its goes
"When Muhammad bin Qasim conquered Sindh, he was 18. I am 20; I own a farm and 20 sheep, in Farmville."

On a more general note... the ISI office was hit yesterday and today a couple of more people died(Don't they have any thing better to do than this). What I don't understand is that how the office of the world's 2nd most notorious(1st being mosad) intelligence agency could be targeted... Its not a PM or the President house... Dammit its the regional office of an intelligence agency. This place is going to the dogs.

Monday, December 7, 2009


LSD, Ecstasy, Coke, Hash(No Preferred) , Opium(Out Dated), Morphine (Hard to Get), Marijuana (Hard to Get), Heroin (Highly Bad)

n then there is Rod, Gharda, Chars, Afeem... and... and I don't know any other names... Can some one help me with my vocabulary here?

And I just know their names... I've only heard of these...

Sunday, December 6, 2009


I just had an epiphany... My alter Ego is a dull, boring and depressing... I am what my alter ego would be if it were high... Hmmm.... I wonder if I would become my alter ego if I were high... Hmmm... Lets do an experiment....

Saturday, December 5, 2009


I am very very proud of some of our politicians... Because they are honest and by Honest I mean Honest as Hell.

Do you know the funniest thing ever said? A politician saying, "corruption is our right"... yea... a politician from a ruling party... I mean, they ruled us, exploited us, stole from us, they even did unmentionable things to segments of our society (i mean the rapped women and harassed children)... What more do we want from those... those... (use any word you want)s??? What more do our people want???

People people... listen its high time you let these poor miserable creations of God rest, Give them a BREAK!!! Seriously we are just too...too demanding, as a nation... I mean in the politically demanding sense not in any other...

its very funny though... hearing those words... Listen for your self...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Papers and BBQs

I have my papers from 12 and now there are the bbqs, I am confused... What to do??? I know I'll flunk if I don't get my act straight. What to do???What to do???What to do???What to do???What to do???

I feel like our freaking politics, What to do??? How do I steal? How do I make them weep and regret and twist and turn in pain and anguish? How do I make these fools suffer? Just I worried about my own self, unlike them. Also the rumors of the dissipation of the assembly have died; either that or my ears have become waxed.

and I almost forgot to tell, I broke to goat backs this EID. XD

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


I just heard the most cutest and most innocentest prayer form an adult, and it goes like this.

"Dear God: This year you took -My fav singer Michael Jackson- Fav Actor Patrick Swayze. You know everything, still I just thought to tell you that "Zardari" is my fav politician"

Don't you just wanna smile after hearing this.

Of Slump

I just can't get myself to write... like a total blank, nothing ka-put. I just feel like this damned country... there's nothing there...

PS: oooo and i forgot, heard a rumor of the streets, the cabinet and the assembly are NOT gonna go... sorry to disappoint

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Result !!!

I failed.... AGAIN.... this makes a total of three times. I now have a reputation... Never before have I, in my whole life, attained such high levels of social recognition... great thou, No!?!... I figured out the reason for my failing this time, its simply that, "ICAP Z BELOW ME". I need to find a profession of my calibr...

On an unrelated note; For some odd reason the song ATWA(Its engish) is stuck in my head... and also the subject of devil worship... there may be a relation... hmmm... WTF I failed... I think I'll call up some friends and have fun... some weed and some sweets...

Hey wait I forgot, NO SUGAR AVAILABLE IN THE DAMNED CITY... i guess i'll have to do with just WEED... that's PAKISTAN 4 u

Friday, October 23, 2009


Ever had that feeling when you wanna go back in time an enjoy that time, thats nostalgia. I just saw a video made by a friend a couple of hours back, and really it was a nostalgic video... all those moments, I just wanna relive them, they were just that much fun.

I wanna live in those times, when worries didn't exist... hmmm... I guess some times some things make us very very nostalgic... at the very least. :)

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Essay

Here is the essay I just submitted to the competition held by the Institute of Chartered Accountants of Pakistan.The topic was to emphasize on the negative aspects of information. Mind you, its a full 1000 word essay, writing it was quit fun thou.
Did you know the Earth weighs 5,972,000,000,000,000,000,000 tons and your heart beats over 100,000 times a day? Did you also know 259,200 people die every day? Did you know that the fastest computer in the world could process over a quadrillion binary operations in a second? Did you know that over 2 terabytes of information are added to the already existing information in the world every day?

Who has not heard of these phrases of information? All of us have, we all have had our encounters with information, at some point in our life. However, what has all this information done to improve our standards of living? Have we, as humans, improved because of this information, have we refined ourselves with this information? Do we feel more love and respect in our hearts, now, that we have all this information? We know almost everything, but the harsh truth is that we have not improved as humans. We have not been able to sophisticate ourselves, even with all this information.

In the by gone eras the shamans and the monks and the priests were thought to have to been able to talk to the gods. In this age, when we are obsessed with information, the most informed consider themselves gods. The magnitude of human ignorance has proved itself proportional to the amount of information present at any given time. Human feelings seem to have eroded with this influx of information. It seems as if the human emotions, all of them, even the strongest such as love, hatred and pain have been washed away by this torrent, this flood of information.

Recently 1,100 people died in an earthquake in Indonesia, BBC reported that in Africa 400 children and another 300,000 people would starve in Darfur, even if help was sent immediately. Even after knowing all of this, how much pain do we feel? The Bombings in Iraq, the drought in Sudan and Ethiopia, the wars, we never care. We still buy Nike, accused of using child labor in Vietnam; we still love chocolate knowing that children aged between 12 and 16 are forced to sow, harvest and dry the beans in Ivory Coast and Ghana. Even after knowing all of this and more, we remain ignorant, not feeling the pain of those thousands suffering. What has all this information done for us? Alleviate our ignorance, feed our arrogance, this is all information has done for us. Thousands of women are raped each day, hundreds commit suicide daily, fathers sell their daughters, mothers kill their own children, all of this is known to us, but we don't feel the pain of it, the depth of it. We do not generate the responses of anger, anguish, frustration, and desperate urgency that should be generated on acquiring such information. We have grown numb. We have become conditioned to this influx of Information.

The question remains, WHY SO? Why have we become conditioned to this? Why have we grown numb? Why do we not feel anything? Simply, it is our nature. It is the human nature to become conditioned. It is nature to adapt and self-preservation is a basic instinct of all living things. Humans are exceptionally well in adaptation and in self-preservation. The impulses of adaptation and self-preservation are constantly affecting our decisions and our actions. We will shun whatever thing causes fear; we will try to remove discomfort, as pain causes discomfort. Pain and fear are mechanisms of self-preservation. The impulse of self-preservation rules our decisions and actions. Adaptability enables us to channel our decisions and actions. Human beings un-like other life forms do not need generations to adapt. A single generation of humans is capable of adapting to and coping with change, several times over. Adaptability comes in the form of acceptance; acceptance of a fact such as the earth is getting hotter or the acceptance of a social norm like smoking. The human adaptive ability is evident from the fact the certain acts that were considered a taboo in our society just 5-6 years ago, like smoking cigarettes and sheeshas are now considered a norm of the society; cigar is now a status symbol. Adaptability and self-preservation are the key variables that determine our course of reaction.

We as human beings are adapting to the deluge of information flooding towards us; in this adaptation, we are conditioning our minds. We create physical barriers to protect ourselves from physical harm. To protect ourselves from emotional harm, we are constructing emotional barriers, desensitizing our selves, trying to preserve our selves. We do not react because we fear the same may happen to us. We have made our selves emotionally distant from all that is happening around us. This has created a stalemate in our minds. We talk, talk, talk, and do nothing. Drawing room politics as it is rightly termed has become our social norm.

To us the person suffering is in a very different dimension, a world apart and we think the miseries that afflict that person can never afflict us. This hail of information has forced us to differentiate between humans. We ever so often forget that the person who is suffering is a human just like us, and we are no different from the victim. We imagine that by desensitizing our selves we have succeeded in protecting our selves from pain and suffering. The stalemate that occurs in our mind because of the desensitization, gives us a false sense of protection. All this information, instead of changing our world for the better, has changed it for the worse. Self-preservation has become our focus.

When we sit in front of our televisions enjoying our food, watching a documentary showing the emaciated, shrunken children of Ethiopia craving for a crumb of food, we go on munching… we feel nothing as information has drowned our senses. As we live in this age of information, we know so much, but we feel so little.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Da Shock

Have ever been shocked??? I am seldom shocked... no honestly... i don't get shocked that easily. I recently found an old old old friend of mine on facebook(for once it was actually usefull), no... that didn't shock me, nor did the fact that she was very successful shock, i was in awe thou. What shocked me was a paper flower... it was an art assignment from when we were in grade 5. Seeing that flower actually put me out... and am still out... I mean no smoke has put me out for so long... honestly...

On a actual note... does any know whats going on with this country, because i don't...

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Like whats going on in the country... IDPs, trade fiasco s, oohh yeh and then there that case about a minister spending the poor peoples hard earned money to have some fun.... what the hell is going on is this GOD for saken ISLAMIC REPUBLIC OF PAKISTAN

Thursday, April 16, 2009

The New Furqan

Recently I was very very bored, and being... umm... unorthodox I visited some websites being promulgated as anti-Islamic semantic propaganda.

I visited , such sites can only mislead some bigoted ass or someone who only recently has accepted the fold of Islam. Reading through them its obvious that this can't be commandants by a God who has more qualities then can be encompassed in between the heavens and earth, these seem something from a vengeful God. Apart from that, some who understands the Quranic text will immediately not the unevenness and strange organization of the text.

If we, as Muslims fear such things we truly deserve to be damned. Our fear of such things shows how much we believe in Allah, how much we trust him.

The New Round

A new round is beginning... A new era is about to dawn.. The era of Extremism and Fundamentalism, where only instincts reign, all else is turned to dust and ash from whence it came.

But hey seriously, the only era that can dawn in this country is the era of terrorism... No seriously, the bloody government can't do anything.

There's a rumor doing rounds that the terrorists have issued ultimatums to all the co-ed educational institutions. What can any one do? Plus our government is more useless and corrupt than ever, what a change!!!

Yeah and I just remembered, there's this 'khush-fehme' growing amongst the nation that they brought the change, and that they are capable of bringing about any change... sorry little idiots they don't even understand that these are all planned illusions, to disillusionise the damn fools. This country is owned by the dogs now.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

After rushdie

After reading rushdie I read Paulo Choelho. He is a magnificent writer, by all standards. The books are a bit philosophical, dwelling on the subject of human psychology and process of psychological growth. Really magnificent. Choelho's book really have the potential to contriubute towards the growth of ones personality.

On a different note, tomorrow is a national holiday, supposedly for some declaration signed around 60 years ago. But considering the extent to which our history has been twisted to meet the needs of our rulers, tomorrow may have been the birthday or an anniversery of someone... anyways whos celebrating ??!!??

Friday, March 13, 2009

SATANIC VERSES and tales of beedle the bard

I recently finished reading the famed SATANIC VERSES by salman rushdie and tales of beedle the bard by JK Rowling. I just don't understand what was all the fuss about.

First of all satanic verses isn't that great a book, why the hell did they give a literary noble to rushdie for that book. Its not that great a read... I mean it feels like some &&*@# just wrote a blog. only the chapters in which the dreams are described are readable, the rest is just like shit. Niether did I find any thing in that book that tries to defame Islam, yes he does try to defame the great continent of India and its people(Pakistanis and Bengalis included) and hes quite successful in that, other than that there is nothing in that book that can be termed as heresy towards Islam.I think our leaders are EDEEOUTS(they donot deserve to be called idios), they made a fool famous just because of their rantings.

Secondly, the tales of beedle the bard wasn't that fun either. It just a short book that Rowling wrote to pass her time.

I am disappointed. from beedle the bard because it did not like upto the reputation of rowling and from our edeeouts of leaders who made a worthless man like rushdie famous because of their rantings and chantings.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

After the exams

My exams have ended and I have nothing worth doing to do. Really doing CA is hell...especially if you don't study much. But that's that...having nothing to do has really made me become depressed like... bored, lounging around uselessly, aimlessly. Even while doing nothing,I get into constant trouble with my parents. I JUST DON'T GET IT.

I have heard that the country is brewing with something or the other... I don't give a damn.
Its a moth eaten country that's gone to the dogs and will soon end up being hell on earth.

But hey be optimist... but personally optimism is for those who can't stand the reality.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

William Blake - Auguries of Innocence

William Blake - Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Nothing to talk about

The world itself is becoming stale, there is nothing left to write about. The world is rotting. The words of lore are now lost, the wisdom is no more, those who still have it do not wish to share it but rather wish to use it to destroy.

Friday, January 2, 2009


All of you must have heard of the undead, the unknown etc etc... I intend to increase your vocabulary and introduce to you a new term "UnConverted".
No use googling it...the word does not have a denotative meaning to it. But it does have a connotative meaning to it. The word unconverted does not signify something or being whose value has remained unchanged, rather it denotes something that resisted change and is now neither what it should nor what is used to be. In simple words it is unconverted,neither changed nor unchanged.
I know I am an unconverted one...made a monotheist but unable to forget my polytheist past. i know this nation is unconverted...made one but unable to forget its differences.
I think that we,the unconverted are worse-off than any other beings. Even the undead know their ranks and strata;not living yet living, only the form has changed the purpose remaining the same. We on the other hand do not even know our origins. We are living yet dead, Yet we are living... our purpose has changed, yet did we not do this same thing before...

They changed our souls,
and took away our form
then they gave our form,
Yet,kept our souls,
They took the purpose
They gave a purpose,the same,
and gave the souls
We Drank the souls
They changed the souls
They changed the souls,
They gave the form
And They gave the purpose,
Thus they made us,
With our purpose and
Our form, But Wait
They took the souls
They changed the souls
And Thus they made the