My Cosmos...

Matchless?

2007-12-29T14:50:00.000+05:00

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!

Decaffeinated coffee...

2007-12-19T15:54:00.000+05:00

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

Of morality, mystique, mating and mere mortals...

2007-12-14T20:37:00.000+05:00

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!!!

Rhetoric Loop-back P2P...

2007-12-14T15:19:00.000+05:00

"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!

Beware the wrath of the overworked keyboard...

2007-12-11T15:09:00.000+05:00

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...

Iman-bil-ghaib...

2007-12-09T10:46:00.000+05:00

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

"Movies" and "Mother"
"Happily" and "Harshly"
"Selected" and "Rejected"

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

Love is in the air...

2007-12-04T21:57:00.000+05:00

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!

Chaos...

2007-11-26T12:50:00.000+05:00

The opening lines of the movie "The butterfly effect".

It states that, in theory, the flutter of a butterfly's wings in China could, in fact, actually effect weather patterns in New York City, thousands of miles away.

Anyways, that's not what this post is about.

I had to park my car outside a bank today for about 5 minutes, and instead of parking wrongly behind a car in front of the bank's entrance, I parked at-least a mile farther. And then it suddenly occurred to me where did the inspiration come from.

There was an advertisement on PTV long time back that showed a man getting some blood from a blood bank and when he gets out, there's this car behind his car due to which he can't take out his car. And it effects badly on the health of the patient back there in the hospital who needed the blood.

I can't say how good or how bad that advertisement was because the guy could have taken a cab, but it did have it's effect.

A small act of kindness does go a long way.

I do remember when I was young and restless, someone recited me the following piece of poetry:

Shikwa-e-zulmat-e-shab sai to kaheen behtar tha

Apnai hissai ki koi shamma jalatai jatai

Dis.track.shun...

2007-11-20T17:13:00.000+05:00

Distraction, what-ever.

It was always about that. It's second to nothing but confusion, chaos.

To kill the mockingbird, to break the fucking monotony (1984) style.

Even Your heaven was unable to catch my attention for long enough.

The apple, wheat, knowledge, sin, enlightenment, illusion, what-ever - did eventually have to get me for all it's worthlessness.

Temptation always shoved up mine...

Anyhow, monotony does kill. Aristotle can go to hell for all I care.

Everything became a tempting monotony for me.

Yes, even You, God.

Or maybe not...no, no, no... not You.

That can't be. You have been there since the very beginning, even before the very beginning. I can be your distraction but you for me, Never. It's more illogical than blasphemous a thought. But logic is itself at flaw, or is it a flaw itself. If I wasn't the man who defies reading for the fact that he believes in experience more or who gets all lust and love in life from laziness( either of two, whatever) I would have read the critique of pure reason. But then wouldn't laziness be the best critique of reason? Not in defense, but otherwise. It's like reading the book "In pursuit of happiness" or watching the movie "The pursuit of happiness" to be happy. Life can become ironic to the odd extreme of hypocrisy.

Interesting. No?

Who cares.

This distraction ends here. This is not a lecture. It's just plain old useless ranting!!!

Ina lillah he wa ina ilayhi rajioon!!!

Kar-e-jahan daraaz hai...

2007-11-09T09:25:00.000+05:00

Happy birthday, Iqbal.

Can't say anymore right now.

Maybe later, as the title states...

Nameless...

2007-11-03T18:05:00.000+05:00

I don't know what is a greater embarrassment.

Raising your arm in public for scratching your back and someone mistaking it as you waving at them nd when they almost wave back to realize that it wasn't all that or not to recognize someone who comes to meet you with so much warmth and asks you to tell the person whether you have recognized that person and you don't know how to react.

Maybe the words did not come out right....

The City...

2007-10-07T12:12:00.000+05:00

The City that never sleeps.

Whose inhabitant - all his followers praise, imitate, seek inspiration from and then again praise.

The city which may not be the most flashy of all the locations of the world, but still is one of the most craved place to visit, to die at and to be buried .

The city where your text and my context moved towards.

When our marking of the time begin.

Interestingly, when all the teachings, all the writings and all the thoughts were against just rituals and mainly propagated the idea behind.

Mostly, it was only its antithesis that was later propagated by using the brand name.

And you and I remain deaf, dumb, mute...morons.

I hope it's just my hallucination!

X-clusive...

2007-09-21T00:59:00.000+05:00

From the movie "23".

"I once read that the only philosophical question that matters is whether or not to commit suicide."

The movie sucked but the note does make sense. Although religion does in a way kill this thought, but still - who doesn't think like this?

This post does not need comments, or colors!!!

...isinisinisinisin...

2007-09-19T09:32:00.000+05:00

Dumb, mute, deaf and with a strange stamp on top of his heart.

He was locked in solitude in his transparent cell, with nothing but a marker in his hand.

He was continuously scribbling

...isinisinisinisinisinisinisinisinisinisinisinisinisinisinisin...

on every place visible and possible.

The people passing by had different opinions about the guy.

Some said that he is a blatant and addictive sinner and that he is writing "Sin is in" and then very ceremoniously advertising himself by writing "I".

While, others had a somewhat different opinion. They were of the opinion that he is just a habitual sinner and that he is writing "I Sin". Just reminding himself of his wonted, addictive duties.

While others had a 180 degree out of phase opinion about his actions. They said that he is writing "I Sin" to repent on his sins.

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.

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.

.

In reality, his name was "Inis".

An apple a day, keeps the heaven away...

2007-09-07T14:20:00.000+05:00

Things are never
As they seem to be
As they used to be
Life becomes
As you want it to be

But I
Justify my laziness
With anarchy
And chaos
And mysteries

But that's okay
As my life is mine
And my decisions
Along-with their repercussions
Are solely mine too

You slay-ed your son
And presented the fiery to me
I ate it
Became the apple of your eye
Got stuck in your throat

Update: yup, it's my effort in wasting time. And the theme conflicts itself at places so it doesn't make any sense. It's NOT blasphemous and is NOT referring to Christ being son of God, I am NOT a Christian.

The butterfly "effect"....

2007-09-06T09:47:00.000+05:00

Sushmita Sen will be naming her autobiography "The Butterlfy".

I can't wait to get my hands on the butterfly, wonder when will it be in my reach.

Not that I am an avid reader of books, but Sushmita Sen is, after-all, Sushmita Sen.

The Content in Google Apps Belongs to Google

2007-08-31T10:33:00.000+05:00

The Content in Google Apps Belongs to Google

O my my...

From dusk till dawn...

2007-08-29T23:28:00.000+05:00

Josh Maleeh Abadi said:

Kioon ilm jihalat main phansata hai mujhe
Khud to barhta hai, pur ghatata hai mujhe
Jitna jitna ubhar raha hai Khursheed
Utna hi andheera nazar ata hai mujhe

Rightly said, I think!!!

Hypocrisy...

2007-08-12T00:08:00.000+05:00

On this auspicious night.

I have but only some words.

Time to fly and follow, follow and fly ...

Iqbal said:

Jhapatna, palatna, palat kar jhapatna
Lahoo garam rakhnai ka hai aik bahana

New?

2007-07-26T13:22:00.000+05:00

Red is the new black?

Not anymore.

Now, black is the new red.

Sho(W)man...

2007-07-25T12:02:00.000+05:00

Yesterday night when I was coming out of Jehangir Restaurant, a colleague of mine asked me whether I have seen Shoib Mansoor. I replied that the last time I saw him was about a decade ago in Jinnah Super market. He said "There he is".

I went and patted him Shoaib Mansoor on his back. He turned around.

I said in awe "Shoab Sahab?"

He replied affirmatively.

I was totally high with excitement and in that anxiety I somehow managed to ask him when will his movie "Khuda Kai Liyee" be released in Islamabad/Pindi, because my friends all over Pakistan have watched it and I feel left behind.

He replied that it will be up on PAF cinema starting from 27th.

He was there with his son, what a humble man!!!

I-dol worship...

2007-07-19T11:44:00.000+05:00

Every sweet dish that is made has a pinch of salt in it; pure sweetness would be venomous, just like pure salt.

To walk on earth, you need gravity. If it was not for that force, there would be no movement ahead.

You add silver and other stuff to gold to mold it into beautiful, seductive, attractive forms to increase its market value.

Every truth also has a filch of dishonesty to make it digestible.

Simplicity - pure crap - flush it down.

Here lies your wisdom, my follies, their lies.

Their lies - lie there - painted, yet naked.

Carved, portrayed, decorated and worshiped.

Waiting for an oracle, an offshoot?

Crap, crap, crap.

In the name of God...

2007-07-18T16:24:00.000+05:00

If this is what it is all about, then I am glad that it is not showing in Islamabad.

But Shoaib Mansoor has a history good enough for me to negate this column.

Gaping...

2007-07-08T10:17:00.000+05:00

The guys at Gapingvoid simplified Maslow.

Or at least, tried to.

Screw you guys...

2007-07-06T10:09:00.000+05:00

In the morning when I was coming to office, I tuned to FM 89 listening to bore songs because somehow I was short of CDs in my dashboard.

I had this urge and I sent the message

"My request is the song 'Complicated' by 'Avril Lavigne' and I dedicate this song to everyone who is involved in the lal masjid controversial issue.

Talha Masood"

And the DJ played the song giving some prequel comments.

That was a nice thing to do.

But really, screw you guys.

Leave my city alone.

Get lost, save Islamabad.

==========================================
On the latest updates, do check out the Islamabad Metblogs.

Id crisis?

2007-06-29T15:45:00.000+05:00

The search of salvation and perfect harmony starts from the first day .

You are told about God. His wrath and Hell, His blessings and Heaven.

About all goodness belonging to Him and all sins belonging to you.

And then you are let loose into the world with your neck tied with a lash, like a fierce dog who is inherently as cute and innocent as chihuahua and who turns -day by day, breath by breath- into a pit bull, or a rotweiler maybe.

Chaos starts.

You seek God and His words for seeking the path to the eternal salvation.

And there you realize that in one of the most potent verses of Him that He made the antidote of the magic that harms us, humans, He calls Himself "Rab-in-Naas", the "Lord of all mankind".

And then you start looking for perfection in others.

One by one you shatter your own dream of perfection in people. In reality just trying to justify your own weaknesses.

[Trying to follow His orders?]

What does that confusion make one?

His protagonist or His hypocrite?

Hmph!

Iinnalilahewaina ilayhi rajioon!!!

Ifs and buts...

2007-06-26T16:39:00.000+05:00

If God judges people the way people judge each other - there must be a place other than heaven or hell that no one really cares about and everyone blames.

But thank God, that is not the case!

Irrelevant...

2007-06-17T22:30:00.000+05:00

Some kids fantasized about becoming superman, some spiderman, some hulk.

Not him.

One of his all time favorite fantasy [or you may call it hallucination] was to be told by a doctor that you have a fatal disease like Brain Tumor, like Cancer, anything like that and then to be told that you have only one week or something like that to live.

And then to be given a chance to speak to the world, make a good bye speech.

A speech to shake and wake up the people around. To have the courage to tell the people what he has to tell, before the limited time he has here ends.

But keeping aside the disease part, maybe every other thing is really true.

Used to remind him of the socially rejected person who would laugh when the world cried and cry when the world laughed.

The stupendously strange lone-star who broke his teeth for the one he loved. And his loved one being the center of and the most important personality of the religion Islam.

The one who inherited his loved ones will to make "dua" for his loved ones Ummah.

The one who time remembers by the name of Uwais Qarni.

Interestingly, the thought still lingered on. However not with the same intensity.

No more, no more, know more ...

2007-06-02T16:42:00.000+05:00

He took his first step on the stairway of life.

The stairway with its first step called who, and second step titled what.

The subsequent steps followed the same labeling algorithm.

Who was odd and what was even.
His whole life lingered on between who he knew and what he knew.

The first step, and the first touch, like all babies who make it to the world was that of his mother. And maybe that was the most potent one as well.

Later, his path to stability was always dependent on those two labels.

To know the whats, one needs to know the people. And to get to the people, one needs to show what one knows.

It is interesting.

Learning can be a scary experience, but the inevitable has to occur. And if one does not know, it can come as a big shock.

But the question still remains.

If there is a last step, is it a who or a what.

My lame guess, what!

Coming back to life?

2007-05-28T12:31:00.000+05:00

Yesterday was an interesting day in my life.

After a long time, I took a detailed walk in my sector.

And in the midst of it, offered Maghrib prayers in Faisal Mosque.

If you have ever been at Faisal Mosque, you must agree with me that the greatest experience there is to offer Maghrib prayers. Because when nature is turning off its lights, the Mosque is turning on itsbeautifully and most aesthetically placed lights.

And it could not be a mere coincidence when the Imam recites: "Fabi ayi ala ir Rabiku ma tukaziban"!

Reminds me of Hazrat Ali RA quote: "When I want to talk with Allah SWT, I pray. When I want Him to talk to me, I recite Quran"

Ah, He surely has his ways to tell us that He knows us better than ourselves!

O God, bless us!!![Amen]

Shock...

2007-05-14T10:04:00.000+05:00

Electricity can do and is doing wonders in our daily lives. But when out of control, it can do massive bad to anything around. But there is this one sink that can absorb any amount of shocking current.

Earth.

Maybe that's why we call her Mother Earth.

Although I don't believe in any one day being dedicated to Mothers and Fathers, but yesterday was the Mothers day I think.

And if I tell you the analogy that got me to realize - very minutely - what's the importance of Mothers, you'll probably get the shock of your life.

But anyways, that's not important anymore.

2007-04-28T20:34:00.000+05:00

What ever you label me, I can logically prove it to you that I am a total opposite of that.

Hence - the only thing that exists, indefinitely and boundless, is His blessings!

O God...

2007-04-06T18:49:00.000+05:00

Duniya nai Teri yad sai begana kar diya
Tujh sai bhi dilfaraib hain gham rozgar kai.

Through the looking glass...

2007-03-24T01:21:00.000+05:00

It was peeping through the looking glass. The world outside the prison. It could see parts of the outside of the prison as well. And the whole reflection in certain ways, through certain tools.

It dreamt strangely. Ever since its existence. To search what it really was, it always thought of cutting down parts of its fingers and then shredding till it knew what it was, till the discrete line emerged that chalked out its boundary from everything else.

Strangely, the thought always lingered on.

Go. go. go. go. .

The truth shall set you free. Really?

Stranger...

2007-03-05T20:16:00.000+05:00

than fiction.

Surge...

2007-02-28T02:29:00.000+05:00

One stance of time, you are at zero.

The other you are at infinite.

And in a split of a second, you are back to the pits of the abyss.

He had done it with his studies, his jobs, his friends, his ideas, his education, his smiles, his emotions, his own self.

His greatest fear...was he doing the same with his God!

Sometimes he believed that practically speaking he was a comfortably numb nihilist.

But in the deepest isolation, sometimes, he prayed.

So, maybe not?

On.the.shoulder.of.giants...

2007-02-24T00:40:00.000+05:00

Iqbal defined the company of good people as "Noor o huzoor o saroor".

He was right.

You can never tell where the impact of a good company, a good teacher ends.

I learned a bit of believing.

But somehow, I have started believing in learning!

“No” Sense

The past is just a memory

The future is not a destination

The present is not a gift

Time is, but a puzzle

“Nowhere” is a good place to be

And “nobody” is a good company

Everywhere, there is a bit of nowhere

And everyone has one’s own nobody

The abundance of nothingness, beauty

The limit of nothingness, infinite

And when something comes, filling me

A strange feeling comes, killing me

I run to nowhere, I become nobody

I spread everywhere, I become infinite

To you, you and you.

Enjoy the blissful life!

hand-in-hand...

2007-02-23T12:09:00.000+05:00

I have always believed that creativity and simplicity MUST come hand-in-hand.

And here are some samples I liked.

Elegy...

2007-02-15T11:40:00.000+05:00

Bazeecha-e-atfaal hai duniya mere agai

Dil hi to hai, na sang-o-khisht

Ghalib-e-khasta kai baghair,Konsai kaam band hain

Kehtei hain kai Ghalib ka hai andaz-e-bayaan aur

True, true, true...

Death anniversary of Ghalib today!

Happy B'day...

2007-02-13T15:56:00.000+05:00

فيض احمد فيض

You might like to watch Ptv tonight at 9:30 pm!

James...

2007-02-13T09:44:00.000+05:00

Now at the turning point of your career and life, I hope you go back in time and realize that things can never be as bad or as good as you want them to be, or to the extent you perceive them.

I hope you DO realize:

that hope should still be your binding force, not your blinding farce.
that you do realize that pessimism can only be washed away by that force, and it must be.
that there is a control to the control that is dawned to you that which is not really allowed.
that the reconciliation of life and every cheap literature is not a mere must.
I hope you do realize, Bond, that after when God quantized everything ... (in certain ways) the world is really enough! That NOTHING is as important as the life, this life!

P.S. Bond - dear - I really like yours Casino Royale. Because the more I prayed, and the more Flemming wrote ... your beginning [in practice] was neither in your beginning, and it's certainly not your end.

When words fail you...

2007-01-31T05:32:00.000+05:00

I came here to write so much, so much ... after what I saw.

But then someone read to me.

Ghareeb o sada o rangeen hai dastan-e-Haram
Nihayat is ki hai Hussain, ibtida hai Ismail!!!
[Iqbal]

But words can never match the experience.

I think!

So - when words fail you - you borrow[or you may call it stealing].

When love and hate collide...

2007-01-31T00:38:00.000+05:00

Happy ... to you!!!

A thing of beauty is a joy forever...

2007-01-12T08:19:00.000+05:00

Keats was right!!! And maybe that's why the woorpecker is looking backwards :)

Fame?

2007-01-12T05:37:00.000+05:00

If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth the reading, or do things worth the writing.

Benjamin Franklin

I swear, I read something like this - don't remember from where. But it sure wasn't Franklin's quote.

Thought of the day...

2007-01-12T02:32:00.000+05:00

An 80 year old man was having his annual checkup and the doctor asked him how he was feeling. "I've never been better! "he boasted. "I've married an 18 year old blonde who's pregnant and having my child! What do you think about that?"

The doctor considered this for a moment, then said, "Let me tell you a story. I knew a guy who was an avid hunter. He never missed a season. But one day went out in a bit of a hurry and he accidentally grabbed his umbrella instead of his gun. When he was in the woods and suddenly a grizzly bear appeared in front of him! He raised up his umbrella, pointed it at the bear and squeezed the handle." "And do you know what happened?" the doctor queried.

Dumbfounded, the old man replied "No."

The doctor continued, "The bear dropped dead in front of him!"

"That's impossible!" exclaimed the old man. "Someone else must have shot that bear."

"That's kind of what I'm getting at..."replied the doctor.

No, not joke. Thought of the day.

And the status: justifying life!!!

Haiku:passion, passtime...

2007-01-11T01:59:00.000+05:00

Life is a puzzle
Life is a game - play it well
Contradiction!

Niether.

Humor?

2007-01-11T01:20:00.000+05:00

The only thing more stupid than sending the following text to a warid/telenor/paktel/mobilink network would be to send this text message to an employee of UFone having a postpaid connection.

This is so stupid, it's not even funny :).

Congratulations today is the anniversary of UFone. So forward this sms to 10 other people u will get free balance of Rs. 250/=

Haiku?

2007-01-08T23:57:00.000+05:00

Déjà Vu, déjà Vu
Life carries on
Bullshit...true.

Torture...

2007-01-08T02:08:00.000+05:00

Some may say that chinese torture is the worst.

I don't know.

But one ugly torture is when a man is taking a warm bath in cold chilly winters, you switch off the geaser.

Now that is quite a torture, if you know what I mean...

Signs, strange signs...

2007-01-08T02:07:00.000+05:00

I'm learning to write OKAY instead of OKAI, and P.S. instead of PS.

Could it be that I'm starting to learn to learn?

Nahhhh...

Haiku?

2007-01-08T01:40:00.000+05:00

You are on your ladder
I am on mine
For you yours - for me, mine

You can safely relate it to

Lakum
Deenakum
Walay ya Deen.

PS. No, niether an interpretation, nor a translation [Na Auzo biIllah], just a vague and wild thought.
PPS. I know, 17 syllables don't necessarily mean great haiku!!!

Sometimes...

2007-01-06T23:24:00.000+05:00

...one onders, which is a greater fallacy:

Struggle or freedom!

How death by hanging works...

2007-01-05T18:31:00.000+05:00

Many people might be surprised to learn that hanging, when carried out with modern techniques, can be one of the quickest and most painless ways to be executed.

More @ "How stuff works"!

" ...

2006-12-24T06:00:00.000+05:00

Let your desires be ruled by reason.
Analyse this.
Compliance produces friends; truth produces hate.
The truth shall set you free.
Freedom of speech and freedom of action are meaningless without freedom to think. And there is no freedom of thought without doubt.
I can believe anything provided it is incredible.
The world is divided into two classes, those who believe the incredible, and those who do the improbable.
Divide and Conquer.
Stories can conquer fear, you know. They can make the heart bigger.
There is nothing to fear but fear itself.
What the public wants is the image of passion, not passion itself.
In music, the passions enjoy themselves.
The sound of music.
The sweetest sound of all is praise.
Sweet you rock and sweet you roll.
When rock'n'roll dreams come through.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Eye of thundera, give me sight beyond sight.
The eye of I.
Vanity fair.
The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
Let your desires be ruled by reason.
Analyse this.
Compliance produces friends; truth produces hate.
The truth shall set you free.

The unicorn...

2006-12-24T00:38:00.000+05:00

...and the dancing girl!!!

Okai, that's it for now!

Tim...

2006-12-17T19:10:00.000+05:00

Allen for reader, from Readers.

Nastec...

2006-12-14T18:06:00.000+05:00

Nastec '06

After all...

2006-12-14T00:58:00.000+05:00

...tomorrow is another day!

2006-12-10T18:14:00.000+05:00

It's both in itself a pity and a blessing that the law of conservation holds true to more than just mass and energy!

Stay happy and keep on reading.

Happy winters folks!!!

Sham-e-...

2006-12-09T12:26:00.000+05:00

Apni takmeel kar raha hoon main

Warna tujh sai to mujh ko pyar nahin
[Faiz]

There is a sham-e-Faiz tonight at PC Pindi, if you would rather spend 1500 Rs. or if you have somone close at Warid, be there. The entertainer is Tina Sani.

Feminismism...

2006-12-07T11:39:00.000+05:00

It was a battery.

It had a positive side and a negative side.

The flow of energy kept the world going round, not the money.

The britishers and the americans kept on arguing which way the flow goes.

But it fueled every motion, every notion.

After all, it was still a cell, the cell!

URock review...

2006-12-03T00:50:00.000+05:00

Coming soon, keep on checking!

Update: there's no need for a review. It's airing on The Musik channel this sunday at 10 pm!!!

Business proposal... :D

2006-12-01T03:22:00.000+05:00

Got the following email...

Abacha Court
Gidado road
Kano, Nigeria.

Hello,

I am (hajia) Maryam Abacha, wife of the late General SaniAbacha,ex-military
head of state of Nigeria who died on 8th of june 1998 of heart attack.Iam
contacting you because of my need to deal with persons whom my family and I
have had no previous personal relationship.Since the death of my husband, my
family has been subjected to all sorts of harassment and intimidations with
lots of negative reports emanating from the government and the press about
my husband.The present government has also ensured that all our Bank
accounts are frozen and all assets siezed. It is in view of this, that i
seek your co-operation and assistance in the transfer of the sum of
US$30m(thirty Million United States Dollars) being the very last of my
family's fund in my possession and control.The federa Government siezed all
our properties and froze all our account locally and Internationally after
the dealth of my husband, but my husband carefully packaged and deposited
with a Diplomatic Courier and Financial Services Company outside Nigeria.

This money was to betransfered into His account in OVERSEAS on His
instructions,but as destiny would have it he died an untimely death.
We therefore need your urgent assistance to clear this money from the
security company and move it to your country for investment into a very
viable business
If you are willing to assist me in clearing and investing this money on our
behalf, please, contact our Lawyer (Barrister William Iweka Chambers &
Associates) E-mail:w_iweka@yahoo.com So that he will know that you are from
me and indicate your interest and endaevour to supply Him with your phone
and fax numbers for easier communication.He will contact you and give you
the deatils and negotiate your reward with you which I can assure you will
be very substantial.

You see I can not deal directly with you because of security reasons. You
have to make sure you inform me about your dealings with the Lawyer via
e-mail. Please ensure to keep this proposal very confidential for obvious
reasons and if you have any questions or anything that you will like to
know, please feel free to ask for anwers.

I await your immediate response.

Regards,

(Hajia) Maryam Abacha

Islamabad gifts...

2006-11-30T10:10:00.000+05:00

Check out Islamabad's gifts over here.

Any suggestions? Feel free to SUGGEST!!!

Abstract [s]crap...

2006-11-30T08:01:00.000+05:00

Your only mission in life is to find yourself!

Ever since the formation: day and night, second by second...he was in continuous pursuit to find himself - his real Self. For that, he had to take off the fake masks that he wore knowingly and unknowingly.

With continuous efforts, he peeled off the layers of lust, love, hatred, jealousy, humility, pride, beauty, ugliness and what not. The purpose was to find Himself! Peeling off one layer after another, he could feel that he was coming more and more closer to his reality, his innocent Himself!

Cutting - loosely or forcefully - through impulses, deaths, immunity, sensitivity ... [but not anonymity] he almost got through to the final layer of the onion.

And when he burned and blasted anonymity, he found out that there was nothing there. The beauty, the truth and the realization was only in the layers that he himself hated so much for all others!

He realized, what a fool has he been not to be seduced by all the layers he was passing through when in the end linkin park was just as right as he was wrong.

He repented, and repented, and repented...and then it dawned to him.

It was not the vacuum that was at the core of It, it was the realization[the Soul of the sole gain from the vain pain].

Angraiji main kahtei hain kai...

2006-11-24T13:12:00.000+05:00

Why should I tell you?

Check out here.

Crap...

2006-11-23T11:23:00.000+05:00

“Mama, look at the parrots. Aren’t they the cutest?”

“Yes darling, they are very charming”

“But won’t they be sad as they are caged?”

“No darling, they don’t know about the outer world.”

“How can you say that?”

“They have been here since their birth”

“Look, they are looking at us. I think they like us”

“Yeah, they are even chirping with happiness”

“Mama, look at the humans. Aren’t they the cutest?”

VDO...

2006-11-22T21:47:00.000+05:00

I can download videos from google video, youtube and other web sites. Keepvid is a good utility for this purpose.

But does anyone know of any good flv to mpeg convertor? Freely downloadable!

Shall be grateful for any pointers.

Thanks!

PS. If you have ever been using rapidshare, you will love ajax based box :).

Bogus...

2006-11-22T15:39:00.000+05:00

They looked at each other.

“Do you think it was morally correct?”

“Why should we even care?”

“Because that will determine out destination: hell or heaven!”

“Hmmmm…”

“I think that was sinful”

“I think not”

“I think…I believe that the devil is going to get us for that”

“Dude, you are scaring me!”

“Shoot-there he comes, the devil. I think we are going to…”

And then after some hideous noise, they went inactive and blood was flowing on them. Life left.

“Nice shot man, now that will make a good dinner!!!”

“Yeah man”

“Do you think it was morally correct?”

New template...

2006-11-22T11:57:00.000+05:00

Wow!!!

2006-11-16T03:40:00.000+05:00

In the end, everything is a gag.
[Charlie Chaplin]