Since everyone is talking about her, being a blabber, so must I.

I agree, I have had no interest in Pakistani politics since as long as I remember and the only thing that interested me in elections was election transmission on Ptv.

I must also shamefully agree that I didn't care much about the two time Prime Minister of Pakistan and the 2nd most influential woman of the world.

But since I must rant, so I must.


It's so interesting that of all the things, now that she is no more. I can only relate personally about her on two grounds.

1) How my family and friends made fun of her for speaking Urdu in such a broken accent. It does sadden me when people criticize and abuse her verbally on this albeit it being a fact that the father of our Nation couldn't even speak Urdu.

2) I remember her son was a class-fellow of my brother about a good 10 years ago in a school in Islamabad. Incidentally Bilawal and my Brother share a common birthday. I remember she inviting over all his class-fellows over for a party at the Prime Minister's house at his birthday. Tells a lot of how high she thought of people.

I don't know, I am not making any sense here.

But albeit the controversies and table-talks people have to offer on her and her families unfortunate calamities. She must have been a kind human somewhere. That is why I, of all the people, am praying for her and her kids.

May she R.I.P.

Amen!

Labels: Elegy

The most moronic oxymoron I've ever come up with!

On size, fits all.

Men wear me push-on, women wear me pull-in-inside.

I come in different flavors too for all those whose thirst doesn't get quenched by the basic fun, utility, catharsis, discharge...

I am used, abused, sometimes distilled and then reused(albeit it being not recommended).

I give you ecstasy, fun, salvation...

And I remain,

Yours,

Religion!

P.S. Look what you made me look like - you human, you being.


Shame on you!!!

"Na dia nishan-e-manzil mujhe ayee hakeem tu nai
Mujhe kiya gilla ho tujh sai - tu na reh-nasheen, na rahei"

Yo Freddy, go fuck yourself. I can pump it in, I can pump it out! I am not talking about sex, you dumbfucklard!

You know you either need to be soft on the keyboard or overview your written text at-least once before sending when you write in an IM conversation : "(P)Elvis still lives..." to find out that the brackets keys were worn out...

Labels: Crap

Some of us would rely blindly on "T9" on their mobiles.


And sometimes it makes us end in some shameful situations.

Here are some cases that happened with me and the words that have the same T9 combinations

1. "Movies" and "Mother"
2. "Happily" and "Harshly"
3. "Selected" and "Rejected"

So, do you have any embarrassing enlightening moments about T9 to share?

You know what they say about love.

Peter Parker used to say to his loved one "When I look into your eyes, I feel stronger and weaker at the same time".

It's true. Love does come as energy. It strengthens you when you are weak, it makes you crave for it and in the lust you start doing crazy stuff. It is addictive. It gives you an adrenaline rush. It surrounds you and then it encapsulates you in its aroma until you and it are one, and there's no turning back, you're doped to fullest.

It's a fact, I'm in love.

I love you, Nescafe!