yummy!!!

as soon as i went back to my room last night, i saw a dead mosquito on my white bed sheet.

 

i didnt want to pick up the dead mosquito with my hand, and neither did i have a paper or something to move it off, so i thought of blowing it away.

 

i took a deeep breath, and pufffffffffed at the mosquito. but it barely buldged.

 

i went closer, and sucked a really deeeeeep breath, and the mosquito also got sucked in! :S

 

man...it wasnt as disgusting as you think it might be. and since i had now officially eaten a mosquito, i thought of tasting it before gulping it. it kind of tasted weird/funny but nice.

 

so, my advice is, eat all the mosquitoes you want, they are nice meals, but just prick off their legs, legs don’t have such good taste.

in search of inner satisfaction

i'm sleeping a lot over here. sleep at around 9 and then wake up at 530 in the morning. i can hardly recall the time when i used to sleep at 9, that was when i was about 10 years old. i used to watch airwolf and knight rider back then, and before sleeping, my thoughts were usually of nick knight (i hope i remember the name correctly) kicking the crap out of the villians. once baba brought us an airgun, and i just couldnt sleep in the night cuz’ of excitement.  i just wanted the night to passby quickly so i could get my hands on that brand new airgun. oh and also, my dreams had lots of those 3 fingered monstors from that war of the world series.

 

but now, when i lie on my bed, my past haunts me. i dont think about my present day events. i think of my past. my last 2 years to be more specific. i think, and think, and cry, and cry. and even my dreams are reminisces of the past, not a dream based on some tv serial.

 

some say your past is always beautiful. i dont agree. maybe my past has been turned ugly because of some recent events. but i want my present to be beautiful and i think i am on the right track. i am happy till yet, but i don’t know if this is the contention i yearn.

 

scene of the day!

it’s so true, u just cant change a person no matter what! people resist change, even if it might be for their betterment.

 

you cant change the thinking, the philosophy, the believes, the mind-set of anyone. these ideologies deeply embed in your system, in your body & soul when you grow up in a particular environment. 

 

today, i saw a worker, peeing in the typical ‘paindoo’ style out in the opens, in front of a concrete wall.   guess what?? it was the wall of toilet for workers.  these workers just don’t like doing it in confined spaces. they need a hard rock and open space to ease themselves!

 

my boss told me no matter how much you tell them to use the toilet made specifically for that purpose, they just wont! they don’t even have (and like) the concept of toilet.

 

i guess you just cant teach an old dog new tricks! or an old tribe to use flush system toilets!

my workplace

7^th january – major assault on field by local tribesmen. rockets/mortars used.

11^th january – another major assault on entrance check post. attempt to capture the field.

24^th april – zubair reporting views of different employees:

 

asif --  “… on 7^th january, at 8:30 in the night, we were watching tv in the lounge when we heard an explosion at quite some distance from us. we ignored that explosion as it was turning out to be an everyday routine, but very soon, the deafening sound of fire erupting like a volcano from a high pressure gas pipe started shaking our mess windows and doors vehemently. we knew this was the end of the plant.”

 

khalil -- “… i was looking at the monitoring gauges in the control room, and i heard a loud boom. suddenly the warning bell started indicating falling pressures in main gas pipe line. i knew what i had to do then, i stood up, took my tool box, and ran towards the fire in the main gas line to cut down the gas supply. i could see mortars … and hear the bullets … it was hell!”

 

haseeb -- “ … soon after the first rocket hit the plant and caused massive fire, we were shaken.  but we calmed ourselves on the thought that today’s rocket quota is complete (1~2 rockets / day).  but attackers had different intentions, they had launched a massive attack on the whole field.  projectiles kept coming from 8:30PM ~ 11:30PM.  some people say about 400 rockets/mortars were fired that night.  bullets were being sprayed.  we could hear the rockets whizzing above our mess roofs and mortars falling on grounds and buildings adjacent to us.  we all gathered in the tv lounge and prepared ourselves for death!”

 

zahid – “ … immediately me and my wife took out the holy quran and started reciting it.  we just didn’t know what to do. i heard a very loud explosion, a mortar had just dropped nearby.  i closed the quran, and asked my wife to pack up expensive items and be prepared to run. she stood up from the chair, and moved towards the cupboard… right at that moment, a mortar dropped on our room’s roof!  we didn’t know what happened, but we both hit the walls with impact!  when the dust cloud settled, we stood up… very luckily we both had survived and hadn’t suffered a minute scratch! the roof had a huge crater, the roof fan was destroyed, and our stuff beneath the point of impact had been destroyed, our tv and other stuff had been severely damaged from the splinters of the bomb.  yet, we both didn’t even get a scratch!!”

 

amjad -- “ … first, you hear a small explosion from a distance, then you hear the typical whistle like sound of the ascending bomb, and then you hear a large boom!  as soon as we heard the small explosion, we got our beads/tasbeeh in our hands and started praying that this mortar doesn’t hit us!”

 

arshad -- “ … i wasn’t afraid on 7^th january (when the plant was rocketed), really! what scared me was the rumors on 11^th january that they have infiltrated into the compound and are target killing everybody here! this is what made me crap in my pants!”

 

zubair – “HOLY SHIT!”

testing!!

if you can read this, chances are you'd get to read more blogs from me. i
dont have internet access at this place, just plain ol' email; and i'll try
blogging via email.

~~ cheers!

nature boy

There was a boy...
A very strange enchanted boy.
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea,
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he.

And then one day,
A magic day, he passed my way.
And while we spoke of many things,
Fools and kings,
This he said to me,
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return."

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return."

-- soundtrack of moulin rogue, by david bowie

loser

you were born by mistake. you were the unwanted child. you were a result of manufacturing error in the condom factory. you came to this world, roaming aimlessly.

and now look at yourself. you suck. you dont fit into this society. you fail miserably in everything you do. you brothers and sisters are suffering because of you. you even eat up their share of food! your parents can not bear your burden anymore; yet you know you dont have the courage to live on your own. you flunk in your studies. no matter how hard you try; the professors hate you. you have no friends; and the only people you know are disgusted by your presence. you cant participate in sports; cuz you are so fat; you get tired so quickly. you are not invited to parties; cuz you get high and pathetic. you had a girlfriend as ugly as you; but she also left you; bells ringing in your head? do you feel ashamed? do you even care? you abuse your life; but look at yourself; this is how you have turned out to be. alone; without friends; without any worth.

so you better start thinking. how can you help yourself? how can you help the people around you? since your age of studying is over, and you have such bad grades; you cant continue your education. your health is suffering cuz of excessive smoking and drug use; you cant quit cuz' you dont have the will power. you cant find any job cuz' you dont have any ability.

so, my best advise is, kill yourself. rid yourself of all the problems you are facing today. help your family; this is the only way you can help them. help your siblings; improve their standard of living; give them some more share in their lives by eliminating yourself.

but no. i know you. morons like you cant even kill themselves; they are coward freaks; they yell in pain on a small needle prick. they'll just jump around, from blog to blog, without even bothering to comment. you have no future loser!

top 5 things i love about karachi

5) this city never sleeps. literally. you can go out at 4:30AM and you'd find hotels willing to serve you.

4) unique culture of each locality within the city. you go to defence, and you'll find lots of mummy-daddy kids who think they run the city. you go to nazimabad and you'll find guys who just dont give a fuck about anything; they think their mafia rulez. and you move to tariq road where you meet rich brats who think they are the true hunks around. you get to make friends of each cater in this city!

3) the eat out places and variety of food you are offered. you have the option to choose from classy 5 star hotel to street dhaaba. you get restaurants in the middle of the city and you can go to to restaurants 30km outside the city. some crazy people drive for 30km to eat out. yup, and for such crazy people these restaurants operate!

2) you get to choose your own lifestyle. you want to have a total islamic lifestyle, nothing here is going to stop you from that. you want to live like a *ghunda*, you are given plenty opportunity here; buy a gun and go around snatching cars. you want to live a party life; you've got parties in this city every other day! you just have to be with the right crowd and have the right attitude.

1) the sea! beautiful sea! with a beautiful chick! hehe. that's the best thing about karachi. it gives u a beautiful sea and also lots of beautiful chicks to choose from.

a wasted day.

i again woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon and slept at 6 in the morning after staying awake whole saturday night partying. this is becoming a normality for my weekends. and i dont have much problem with it.

but the only issue is: i stay awake late in the nights on sunday nights and the real problem occurs when i have to go to office on monday mornings. i just simply cant wake up.

i lie restless on my bed forcing myself to go to sleep on most sunday nights, and that is when i realize how tough it must be on poor people who suffer from insomnia.

and that is also the time when my thoughts go wild. i get crazy ideas to do crazy things. i chalk out plans; do calculations and feasibility analysis; borrow huge loans from banks and make huge investments; and imagine myself earning lots of money with babes on my both sides. hehe.. and that is when i fall asleep!

good night! :)

bitch

he was honest; she pretended to be honest. he was strong; she melted him with her tears. he fell for her eventually; and that's when she thought, "hmm, this one is conquered, next!"

now she's sleeping with an innocent smile on her face; and he's suffering from insomnia. she's taking big leaps for her future career; he's barely able to decide what is right for him. she's content in her heart knowing someone in this world is dieing for her; and he's just ruined all because she came into his life.

if this strikes you as a really exaggerated scenario, dont be surprised to know its not so uncommon over here. some people even take pride on the number of people they have fooled.

i wonder what people get by lying; maybe some ego boost; some momentary satisfaction; or they lie perhaps just for fun. they cant be chastised legally in this world, but this i know: they'll burn in hell for sure!

car theft

no my car didnt get snatch. who in his right state of mind would want to snatch my car anyways? hehe.

i was in the company's car sitting right beside the chauffer, traveling very slowly on a west wharf road when all of a sudden a man came in front of our car, took out his gun and pointed it right at the driver.

the driver got confused and he just muttered "kiya kar raha hay yeh" and i almost inadvertantly tried ducking beneath the seat but then i thought of keeping my composure, it's just a car theft.

that man came near our car, and just greeted us. it turned out he was the driver's friend and 'this' method of greeting was usual for them.

i got really pissed off. shook hands with him, but was totally disgusted on his act. i came to know later he was the labor union's vice president.

i thought of putting up a complain with the manager union affairs and chief security supervisor, but then thought otherwise. it's not wise to be complaining just when u've joined the company, and that too against people who have some good power in thier hands.

it just makes me wonder; how stupid can people be sometimes.

desperate

i'm desperate. i want events to favor me, but they arent. I want luck to support me, but it isnt. I want my ability to help me, but it cant because i've been entrapped in this situation, where i cant go back, and i cant move forward.

i am trapped. just like a lion is trapped in a small cage zoo. just till yesterday, the lion thought he was the king of the jungle, and even know he knows he is the king of the jungle; but he is confined behind the cage bars. the lion is at the wrong place.

i'm stuck too. at the wrong place. at the wrong time. i want God to help me out of it. noone else can at the moment. please God. help!!! *desperatly* needed!

good bye cruel world

till i'm back. i'm going to some off shore oil exploration project. let's see if oil is explored where i dig.. wish me good luck! :)

see you all in begining of May.

today

today was my study day. i've got a major test tommorow at iba, so i intended to study, but things dont always turn out that way.

i woke up at 800 in the morning, strecthed myself like a dawg and got excited of waking up early and being in a mood to study. well i did'nt want to waste any time, so immediatly after freshing up i arranged my books on my study table. when all of a sudden my stomach started giving me indications that it needs to be fed or it'll start burning the inner walls with acid. naturally, i had to do something about it. so, after consuming a nice breakfast (fried eggs + bread + orange juice) which i had to prepare too, i sat on the chair in front of the table.

today was pakistan's cricket match. i have to see who won the toss atleast. after that i'll have an unoccupied mind. i turned on the tv and bang! tendulkar struck a four in the second over of the match. the crowd was going wild. there was electricity flowing in the whole stadium. i promised myself, just 2 overs and i'll be back to my books. naveed-ul-haq started his run up, and bowled another short delivery -- tendulkar attempted a pull shot but a leading upper edge made the ball go vertically up. tendulkar was caught and the whole crowd was silenced - i sat up straight, excited. lucky for me i turned on the tv at the right time. ganguly was next. and he got bowled too at the very next ball. amazing, now these 2 wickets glued me to the tv.

induldged in the match, i forgot totally about my studies. but soon india started winning and i got bored and fell asleep on the couch. i was awakened by a friend at 3PM and immediatly went to hang out with him. came back home at about 9PM exhausted, and hit the bed.

i was again waken up by a friends call at 130AM, and the idiot thought it was very cute of her to call me on a weekend and waking me up from sleep!! anyways, i tried sleeeping but couldnt and now its 430AM and i just thought of gettin up and writting this blog for today.

yawn... i am finaly feeling sleepy. its 530AM and it was a fun day but totally wasted weekend.

living it

5th April will be the day i'll start off my new job. Today I resigned, and I have 3 days to live freely and completely till i get back to the normal routine. I intend to sleep a lot, wake up whole night long, reading my articles, reviews and news; and comment on them. I'll do things i've been longing to do. I will go to some club and get membership there. Probably i'll opt for swimming. And one more aim; i'll learn french. And oh yes, find out information on CSS examination.