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