bed time stories...

aright we are big enough so now we don’t listen to bedtime stories. but at the bedtime we spend hours playing kasoti. now if i were in karachi, i would have never played this game, with so much fervor, but here it is a totally different issue.

rasputin, the great russian healer; shah raza, the iranian ruler who was overthrown;

cleopetra, helen of troy, daroog-e-rizwan, kalashnikov, marlyn monroe, edhi, fatima bhutto, ama bi, bano qudsiya, kevin peiterson, aga hasan abedi, kofi annan, micheal schumacher, faryal gohar, hatim tai, marco polo, alexender the great, ibn-e-batota… and many more, have been used. now we are short of great and difficult personalities. so any good personality you have in mind that i might put up on the table tonight???

or perhaps some other better bedtime activity? And please don’t respond with the first thought that comes to your mind….

daily ramblings...

i just realized how our prayers work. they don’t work directly. they work indirectly. you ask God for something in life, and he’ll give you an opportunity (which you yourself will have to realize) upon which you’ll have to work really hard to get that thing you initially asked for. so basically,  if you want .. say… big muscles, he’ll show you the path to the gym! lol.

and man i am tired of going to gym everyday. yesterday my coach asked me to take a rest. And he also forbad me from playing squash and tennis at the same time. he said it’s important for a beginner to concentrate on just one sport at a time. oh well!! i guess i’ll choose tennis for the next 15 days.

2 more crapppppy books

that’s right. full of crap. windmills of god and tomorrow never comes.

shitney sheldon suckeths big time!

windmills of god was no doubt one of the worst novel i have ever read. the plot was absurd. and as usual, every one in the novel was the bad guy except for the heroine and his guy. this time, however, the heroine was a 36 year old lady with two kids. and oddly, the author didn’t describe in detail the figure of the heroine. at 36 i suppose there is nothing left to describe.

tomorrow never comes was comparatively better and by far one of the best novels by shitney sheldon. the plot was catching and kept the reader on the edge. our heroine kept robbing millions of dollars worth of art and kept adopting methods which are only possible in sheldon’s fiction. this heroine was a 28 year old lady with big bums and boobs to die for. hmm.. i can imagine… or maybe i cant! :S

anyways, enough with this author. i’ll not read the books by him ever again unless it’s a matter of life and death. right now, i’ve got alexendar dumbas’ “the three musketeers”. 

Daily True Story Digest No. 278

23^rd June, 2005

News Room – District Command Station.

Operation canine has been launched, which is unfurling towards a major war the world has never seen before. It all started when a few horny bitches getting tanned in the sun suddenly attacked us few brave men proceeding towards the club. The few brave men however, at that moment, defended themselves with their tennis rackets. The assailant’s counterpart, dogs, growled and swore to come up with a better attack plan next time. The humans, shrieked in fear.

Today, the war has been declared by the humans, to eliminate terrorist and establish democracy and freedom. Plans to eliminate the enemy and their strongholds are being put into execution. Assassins have been brought here, along with their ultimate lethal weapon: The Sweet Mao.

 

Now this Mao is like a small bundle of food that is put in front of dogs, and when the dogs eat it, they die after 6~8 hours. It’s a safe way to kill dogs, because in the first 3~4 hours, the poor animals don’t know they have been poisoned, and after that they start to feel drowsy/sleepy and still do not know till they die in their sleep. I wonder if they would know then that they’d been poisoned.

After finding a dog, the assassin places the food in front of dog and watches as the dog eats the delicious meal. And the meal is so delicious that when it is thrown to another dog, the dog that has already tasted the meal snatches the meal from the weaker one. And sometimes, the weak dogs get to eat none, and they are the one who survive and woe revenge: We’ll be back!

the sky is falling

the plot was plain stupid.  sidney sheldon’s heroine seemed to be the only smart person in the world, everyone else was just simply dumb. she was the only one who was able to figure out things. unlike other sidney book’s, this one had just one sex scene and two nudity scenes! lol.  and then the poor heroine also had mastectomy. omg! such a cruel author.

for this week, i have two books at hand: “if tomorrow comes” and “windmills of god” by the same shittttty author. i’ll see which one to devour first.

snooker tale

Yesterday I got to know I don’t have a conscious, even though I suspected this long time back.  I went to the snooker room last evening and it was totally empty.  I tried playing alone but got bored.  So I thought of summing up my conscious and playing with him.  I tried a lot, but my conscious just wouldn’t show up.  So finally I had to play with my brother, and thank goodness he was not busy elsewhere.  I would play one shot myself, and would play the next shot on behalf of my brother.  My brother started winning and I had to cheat to bring our scores at par.  Eventually, as the game reached the final stages, it got tough and the last winning shot was pocketed by my brother.  It was an excellent shot: a delicate cut to pocket the pink ball in the middle and potting the black in the corner one.

Anyways, it was a tough game and I shouldn’t be feeling so bad about it. My bro played very well and he deserved to win. Today however I look forward to playing with some real player and kicking some real ass!

24 hours

That’s a lot of time. It’s equal to a full day! And now I have realized what 1 whole day means!

 

One whole day for me means that I can go to work, offer my prayers, eat 3 meals a day, spend time on blogging and creative writing. Read newspaper and spend lots of time trying to solve the crossword puzzle. Play tennis and do some exercise. Play snooker. Eat evening brunch. And also, read a good novel before hitting the bed! And yet still have some free time thinking of what to do!!

 

By the way, these days I am reading Sidney sheldon’s “the sky is falling”. It’s very boring but I don’t have any better read in hand at the moment.  Please recommend some good books for future reading folks!

omg!

my boss expects me to work hard! hehe… man he’s so naïve. and on top of that, he said he is very happy to see me back!! he says now he can chill back and relax while i share some of his burden. lol. he is over expecting.

 

but the sad part is, my subordinates are also gone on vacations, and the work is kind of piling up… i have to think of something quick to get out of this situation!

 

the solution i have in my mind for now is to waste as much time as possible during office hours and work late hours just to impress my boss and show him how hard working i am and how much efforts i am putting in getting the work done!

balouchi names...

ahar kora sobha pagan washoo dilmurad polad doost hadey lakhmeer hizbullah dhani piara shahkloo wansra magsi hazar mouj baran jalam nodan qaim saido soba tabraiz nowroz khudadost eid laloo pirok badroo bahadin razoo bux rahamdil tawak ilamdin walayat jamam khamisa pannah mewa miran darya jawand zarif nozani rino sammandar soosa samand bahir bakhat basham bhair daulat juman dilwash dosteen parpooha shahi hidaitullah hajoo dhobi rozi mandost khandoo rajas ghaloo mosan leeni quzafi nakifo phondal dhano dina suafa tota…

a few balouchi names i have encountered so far. this also means i am back on work, and as usual i am finding ways to kill time!

 

breaking my heart

i'm on the floor
counting one minute more
noone to break the silence
staring into the night
all alone, but that's alright
it's the feeling, deep inside
i dont like...

there's no excuse my friend
for breaking my heart
breaking my heart, again

this is where our journey ends
for breaking my heart again

-- "breaking my heart" by mltr.

finally!

i here by swear upon the spirit of my broken pc chair (yeah, it did finally give away!)that i shall not blog uselessly and shall not bicker endlessly about my daily life.

this blog needs to get some direction. and i'll find it very soon. keep waiting. lol.

and this promise is effective right after this post: i gave my exam today and finally i feel like a free spirit. my feelings can not be described in words. it was the easiest, yet the toughest paper of my whole masters career.

lol.

the scientist

come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
you don't know how lovely you are
i had to find you, tell you i need you
and tell you I set you apart
tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions
oh let's go back to the start
running in circles, coming in tails
heads on a science apart

nobody said it was easy
it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be this hard
oh take me back to the start

i was just guessing at numbers and figures
pulling the puzzles apart.
questions of science, science and progress
don't speak as loud as my heart.
tell me you love me, and come back and haunt me,
oh, when I rush to the start
running in circles, chasing tails
coming back as we are.

nobody said it was easy
it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy.
no one ever said it would be so hard
i'm going back to the start.

-- "The Scientist" by Coldplay. one of my all time favourites. reminds me of sweet times. sigh...

...waiting...

somebody has stolen my mojo and that's why this week my mood has been ugly, sad, depressed, gloomy, miserable....
on the better side, i am looking forward to lots of things, like
killing myself and ending it all!

lol.. neh.. just kidding.. i'm all cool. all i want to do is find back my mojo and enjoy the shagadelic life.

vicious cycle

days are just too short these days.

mornings are well slept!
afternoons are spent in surfing the net, checking mails, flirting around, having fun on internet!
evenings are spent roaming around the city with friends and nights are spent at friends appartment doing all sort of good things in life!
late nights are spent talking on phone or chatting on net again.

that's it. my complete schedule. :) wonderrful rite?

you can never tell

it was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
you could see that pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
and now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

they furnished off an apartment with a two room roebuck sale
the coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
but when Pierre found work, the little money coming worked out well
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

they had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
but when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

they bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53
they drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
it was there that pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle
c'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

-- "pulp fiction" sound track by chuck berry

thats me

aright. after lots of introspection, i must admit: i am a bad influence. but i am not a bad person. i am not pious, and do lots of bad things too, but whatever i do is very much my own personal business. i do not go around hating people. i do not hurt peoples life. i am a very honest person.

but i cant help it when people get inspired by all the things i do. they think sin is cool. i tell them it's not cool, but they think it's even more cool to say it's not cool. stupid amateurs. stupid kids. when will you ever learn?

so if you think my influence is a bad impact on your poor immature mind, stop being impressed by me. i dont give a shit about whatever you think!

forever

Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you.
Forever, forever I'll be, forever holding you,

Responsible.


-- by cranberries in "forever yellow skies"