29 November 2008
Need your prayers
I dont know how many people read this, but whoever does, pray for me. I'm in deep deep shit. Pray the jeopardy ends really soon, or its gonna give me a nervous breakdown!
26 November 2008
Adadmjmangpmujwjwmtjn
Highs and lows are parts of our lives. Those who fail to accept this fact cannot come out of life unscathed. They get scratched and bruised by their own very actions.
The following post might be the stupidest most non sensical i've ever written, but it has to come out.
The past two weeks have been full of hardwork. Of every kind. Physical mental everything. We've tested ourselves to the limit. Lived days on 2 hour naps, conducted 6 matches in a day and played in one even, ran like idiots, argued, fought with people and what not. It been a discovery of each other and our ownselves. As a team, we've realised a lot of important things. We've been thrown to the ground and we've picked ourselves up. But thats not even the point. There was more at stake at this league than the reputation of our team. Much more.
We've been brought on the brink of nervous breakdowns by most of the teams. It seemed that most of the teams were here just to kick our butts, to insult us, to play havoc in our tournament. Its so sickening to believe that each one of them wanted to spoil the very tournament that has managed to turn around football at uet..deep down they rever us, but they're too stuck up to accept it. Pity them. We took an initiative, and they wanted to put hurdles at every point.
But we tolerated everything. Just for the sake of football. We tolerated allegations against us, threats and what not, just for football. We worked our assess off these twelve days, ignored our families, put our lives on hold, just for football and these f***ing people, and this is what it had to come out as? The very climax, has not only been turned into an anticlimax, but its broken all our hearts. Its not even going to happen. Its like a mountain is going to miss its zenith, its so ugly. It really hurts, we worked hard to bring the uet football league to this point and just because of the lack of sportsmen spirit of a few people, its all crashing down.
We're yet to encounter real men, who know how to win and how to lose. I dont know if we have in us the energy for more of these leagues in the future. Right now, there's so much we've to think about.
The following post might be the stupidest most non sensical i've ever written, but it has to come out.
The past two weeks have been full of hardwork. Of every kind. Physical mental everything. We've tested ourselves to the limit. Lived days on 2 hour naps, conducted 6 matches in a day and played in one even, ran like idiots, argued, fought with people and what not. It been a discovery of each other and our ownselves. As a team, we've realised a lot of important things. We've been thrown to the ground and we've picked ourselves up. But thats not even the point. There was more at stake at this league than the reputation of our team. Much more.
We've been brought on the brink of nervous breakdowns by most of the teams. It seemed that most of the teams were here just to kick our butts, to insult us, to play havoc in our tournament. Its so sickening to believe that each one of them wanted to spoil the very tournament that has managed to turn around football at uet..deep down they rever us, but they're too stuck up to accept it. Pity them. We took an initiative, and they wanted to put hurdles at every point.
But we tolerated everything. Just for the sake of football. We tolerated allegations against us, threats and what not, just for football. We worked our assess off these twelve days, ignored our families, put our lives on hold, just for football and these f***ing people, and this is what it had to come out as? The very climax, has not only been turned into an anticlimax, but its broken all our hearts. Its not even going to happen. Its like a mountain is going to miss its zenith, its so ugly. It really hurts, we worked hard to bring the uet football league to this point and just because of the lack of sportsmen spirit of a few people, its all crashing down.
We're yet to encounter real men, who know how to win and how to lose. I dont know if we have in us the energy for more of these leagues in the future. Right now, there's so much we've to think about.
18 November 2008
That true feeling
A light
like the stars
bright
yet not blinding
a voice
like the sea
clear
yet not deafening
a touch
like the wind
firm
yet not dominating
so binding
yet setting you free
so saddening
yet so pleasing
A force
so strong
it conquered everything
so powerless
it failed to exist
in so many.
like the stars
bright
yet not blinding
a voice
like the sea
clear
yet not deafening
a touch
like the wind
firm
yet not dominating
so binding
yet setting you free
so saddening
yet so pleasing
A force
so strong
it conquered everything
so powerless
it failed to exist
in so many.
17 November 2008
Uet football league Diary
Aj i finally blew up at the Electrical 06 team. Its been 3 leagues and they've been sore losers and cry-baby winners. They've a problem with the smallest of decisions and refuse to accept the biggest ones. Even today they got the whole match into a big mess. I dont understand this, how can people be so paranoid? They believe we, the organisers, are always trying to pull their legs. Comeon man, i told them, we're better than that. I gave each of them a lecture on sportsman spirit which i believe they turned a deaf ear to but what else could i do? There was this one particular guy who even had reservations when i called the ball out, i had to shout at him during the match "you stop playing and take my place on the sideline"
there were so many other problems too. I fear its gonna get messier. We all love football, its 13 teams this time, but some of us think we're bigger than the game. But like the great Maradona said
"no players is bigger than the game"
i hope people understand this, and start playing for the love of the game. For its one thing that brings us all together, its one strong binding force between all of us. Although we all fight, and argue, but at the end of the day, if we realise we belong to the same fraternity. Yes it really is a fraternity, finally at uet it is. Its bigger than any of the societies and its much more active. We just need to inculcate more sportsman's spirit.
Sorry this post wasn't meant to be this mild and mellow. I was Pissed off so bad, but whatever, it'll do for now.
I REALLY HATE SORE LOSERS. Even more than inconsiderate winners.
there were so many other problems too. I fear its gonna get messier. We all love football, its 13 teams this time, but some of us think we're bigger than the game. But like the great Maradona said
"no players is bigger than the game"
i hope people understand this, and start playing for the love of the game. For its one thing that brings us all together, its one strong binding force between all of us. Although we all fight, and argue, but at the end of the day, if we realise we belong to the same fraternity. Yes it really is a fraternity, finally at uet it is. Its bigger than any of the societies and its much more active. We just need to inculcate more sportsman's spirit.
Sorry this post wasn't meant to be this mild and mellow. I was Pissed off so bad, but whatever, it'll do for now.
I REALLY HATE SORE LOSERS. Even more than inconsiderate winners.
15 November 2008
Selected stuff from sober, by tool
"I'm just a worthless liar,
I'm just an imbecile,
I will only complicate you,
Trust in me and fall as well,
I will find a centre in you,
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you,
Just enough to bring you down,
Trust me,
Trust me..."
(TOOL)
some lines from the song sober
I'm just an imbecile,
I will only complicate you,
Trust in me and fall as well,
I will find a centre in you,
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you,
Just enough to bring you down,
Trust me,
Trust me..."
(TOOL)
some lines from the song sober
14 November 2008
The not so purani jeans
Uet is the home of fashion...not.
Uet is the home of fashion disasters!
Now i'm not really fashionable or very updated person in that regard but there's one thing i know. TIGHT SKIN FITTING JEANS LOOK EWWW ON GUYS.
Firstly these jeans are out of fashion and secondly, man they're ugly. Anyways, lets not be too narrow minded, okay okay...everyone has a different choice. But there's a certain level of obnoxiousness that we're bound to avoid, or say, we should avoid.
Sorry the next few lines will be a little explicit but so are the tight jeans.
So i get off the bus, and in the midst of a sea of people getting off their respective buses, i see guys' legs and buttocks. So many, so similar. The jeans are defining their buttocks so well that you can actually differentiate the two sides. OMG. Infact it seems that area is accentuated. Then, the groin area is highlighted by the tight jeans, completing the highly explicit look. My friend says uet has very advanced thinking, and if guys can wear this kind of jeans then i cant disagree.
According to a friend, these people have to lay down infront of the tailor and they tell him to stitch the jeans on their bodies, or they use a polythene bag to help them slide the jeans up. Either way, it even looks uncomfortable.
Yes, you can see very clearly how many people LOOK uncomfortable. The jeans becomes the second skin and continues till the thick sole boots, how can you even walk in all that? The worst part is the number of accessories that come with jeans these days. A million pockets in the strangest of places, creases, prints, fake fades, scorpions, text, and on a recent entree i even saw a chain going from one side of the buttocks to the other (looked as if the guy's behind was gonna run away). Now i probably wouldn't have had any problem with all this, until i realised that people were trying to talk me into wearing that stuff too.
Everytime i go to buy a pair of jeans, i've to tell the salesmen again and again that i want a SIMPLE jeans. SIMPLE, to them is so out of fashion. So they always show me the blingy ones. Then, they're never the easy-on-the-baggy-side cut that i love, they try to hug my thighs and legs and i refuse to surrender. So i come back home unscathed, and empty handed. When this happened to me the first time i realised i have to raise my voice against this indecency and injustice and to bring down the movers and shakers and perpetrators of this movement that intends to destroy the style sense and behinds (they're so tight you can get those nappy rashes i guess) of guys of pakistan. Help me in this struggle.
Uet is the home of fashion disasters!
Now i'm not really fashionable or very updated person in that regard but there's one thing i know. TIGHT SKIN FITTING JEANS LOOK EWWW ON GUYS.
Firstly these jeans are out of fashion and secondly, man they're ugly. Anyways, lets not be too narrow minded, okay okay...everyone has a different choice. But there's a certain level of obnoxiousness that we're bound to avoid, or say, we should avoid.
Sorry the next few lines will be a little explicit but so are the tight jeans.
So i get off the bus, and in the midst of a sea of people getting off their respective buses, i see guys' legs and buttocks. So many, so similar. The jeans are defining their buttocks so well that you can actually differentiate the two sides. OMG. Infact it seems that area is accentuated. Then, the groin area is highlighted by the tight jeans, completing the highly explicit look. My friend says uet has very advanced thinking, and if guys can wear this kind of jeans then i cant disagree.
According to a friend, these people have to lay down infront of the tailor and they tell him to stitch the jeans on their bodies, or they use a polythene bag to help them slide the jeans up. Either way, it even looks uncomfortable.
Yes, you can see very clearly how many people LOOK uncomfortable. The jeans becomes the second skin and continues till the thick sole boots, how can you even walk in all that? The worst part is the number of accessories that come with jeans these days. A million pockets in the strangest of places, creases, prints, fake fades, scorpions, text, and on a recent entree i even saw a chain going from one side of the buttocks to the other (looked as if the guy's behind was gonna run away). Now i probably wouldn't have had any problem with all this, until i realised that people were trying to talk me into wearing that stuff too.
Everytime i go to buy a pair of jeans, i've to tell the salesmen again and again that i want a SIMPLE jeans. SIMPLE, to them is so out of fashion. So they always show me the blingy ones. Then, they're never the easy-on-the-baggy-side cut that i love, they try to hug my thighs and legs and i refuse to surrender. So i come back home unscathed, and empty handed. When this happened to me the first time i realised i have to raise my voice against this indecency and injustice and to bring down the movers and shakers and perpetrators of this movement that intends to destroy the style sense and behinds (they're so tight you can get those nappy rashes i guess) of guys of pakistan. Help me in this struggle.
13 November 2008
A tale of 2 decisions
Imran: yar hamza k sath lakshmi chalay jao poster lene bike pe aya hai
me: yar tu chala ja mje rasta nae ata
imran: nae muje b rasta nae ata. Maine bus pe jana hai seedha ghar. Jaws ko keh day.
Me: jaws chala ja yar
jaws: nae. May thaka hua hun
me: kitna chawal hai tu. Hamza ye raseed (receipt) pakar aur lay a please akela ja k.
Hamza: apne pas rakho may akela nae jaon ga
me: yar koi to kaam kar dia kar.
Hamza: mje rasta nae pta may bike pe ghar ja raha hun. Khudahafiz.
(hamza walks away to the motorcycle stand while we board the bus)
imran (to afnan bhai): yar plz ap chalay jain
afnan bhai: 100 rupay do
me (aloud, like making an announcement): yar lakshmi bari mashhoor jaga hai lahore ki ko jana chahta hai to chala jae
(a new giggles from here and there, the bus begins to move)
imran: yar tu aur may chalte hain, hamza se kehte hain bus pe a jae
me: han yes. Chal utar
imran: oye ab wo kbi nae pohanch sakta bus pe. May utar jata hun bus se may chala jata hun.
Me: han sae
(i think)
me: nae may jata hun
imran: nae may
me: may utar raha hun
(i call up hamza)
me(on the phone): hamza may gari shahu utar raha hun mje pick karlena.
(i hang up)
imran: tu ja raha hai phir?
Me: han...nae
imran: okay i'm going
me: ja...nae nae may ja raha hun
imran: acha sae
me: kya?
Imran: k tu ja raha hai
me: o nae may reh raha hun.
Imran: dono chalte hain
me: pagal bike pe 3 bnday kaise bethen gay? You know policewale hote hain
imran: chal phir sochlay
(the bus reaches garhi shahu, stops at the signal. I get off)
me: ok Khuda Hafiz
(the bus begins to move and imran jumps off it as well)
me(running after imran): wat the...?
Imran: may b ja raha hun
me: o pagal may ja raha hun. Hum 3 log kaisay bethe gay?
(imran thinks for a second)
imran: bus agay dubara ruki hai pakar len?
Me: chal
(we walk towards the bus and it starts moving)
(we look at eachother laugh hysterically and sit down on the pavement. Waiting for hamza)
we later realise the imran had the receipt at that time so if i had got off all alone it would've been futile to go there.
Moral of the story:
1) hamza is an idiot, he made us wait
2) decisions should be made and stuck with
3) triple sawari is not easy when you've to avoid hundreds of policemen from lakshmi to modeltown
4) lakshmi is pretty distant from model town
5) jaws is seriously lazy
6) the pavement is at normal temperature these days
7) once you can see the bus moving and the distance between you and the bus is more than ten metres, then its no use following the bus (i learnt it quite long ago. The HARD WAY!)
me: yar tu chala ja mje rasta nae ata
imran: nae muje b rasta nae ata. Maine bus pe jana hai seedha ghar. Jaws ko keh day.
Me: jaws chala ja yar
jaws: nae. May thaka hua hun
me: kitna chawal hai tu. Hamza ye raseed (receipt) pakar aur lay a please akela ja k.
Hamza: apne pas rakho may akela nae jaon ga
me: yar koi to kaam kar dia kar.
Hamza: mje rasta nae pta may bike pe ghar ja raha hun. Khudahafiz.
(hamza walks away to the motorcycle stand while we board the bus)
imran (to afnan bhai): yar plz ap chalay jain
afnan bhai: 100 rupay do
me (aloud, like making an announcement): yar lakshmi bari mashhoor jaga hai lahore ki ko jana chahta hai to chala jae
(a new giggles from here and there, the bus begins to move)
imran: yar tu aur may chalte hain, hamza se kehte hain bus pe a jae
me: han yes. Chal utar
imran: oye ab wo kbi nae pohanch sakta bus pe. May utar jata hun bus se may chala jata hun.
Me: han sae
(i think)
me: nae may jata hun
imran: nae may
me: may utar raha hun
(i call up hamza)
me(on the phone): hamza may gari shahu utar raha hun mje pick karlena.
(i hang up)
imran: tu ja raha hai phir?
Me: han...nae
imran: okay i'm going
me: ja...nae nae may ja raha hun
imran: acha sae
me: kya?
Imran: k tu ja raha hai
me: o nae may reh raha hun.
Imran: dono chalte hain
me: pagal bike pe 3 bnday kaise bethen gay? You know policewale hote hain
imran: chal phir sochlay
(the bus reaches garhi shahu, stops at the signal. I get off)
me: ok Khuda Hafiz
(the bus begins to move and imran jumps off it as well)
me(running after imran): wat the...?
Imran: may b ja raha hun
me: o pagal may ja raha hun. Hum 3 log kaisay bethe gay?
(imran thinks for a second)
imran: bus agay dubara ruki hai pakar len?
Me: chal
(we walk towards the bus and it starts moving)
(we look at eachother laugh hysterically and sit down on the pavement. Waiting for hamza)
we later realise the imran had the receipt at that time so if i had got off all alone it would've been futile to go there.
Moral of the story:
1) hamza is an idiot, he made us wait
2) decisions should be made and stuck with
3) triple sawari is not easy when you've to avoid hundreds of policemen from lakshmi to modeltown
4) lakshmi is pretty distant from model town
5) jaws is seriously lazy
6) the pavement is at normal temperature these days
7) once you can see the bus moving and the distance between you and the bus is more than ten metres, then its no use following the bus (i learnt it quite long ago. The HARD WAY!)
11 November 2008
Walking
Its surprising everywhere i go i realise that place is a world in itself. Be it uet, lakshmi, or even the railway residential colonies i walked through today. Every place has different sights and sounds.
A chore lead us to this part of Lahore i'd never been to. It was the Railway office complex or something. Actually its not far away from the railway station (and we've been there millions of times) but its tucked in behind a maze of "galis". When i finally got there i realised there literally was a world going about its daily routine irrespective of the outside world. We had to meet someone.
From the outlook, it seemed pretty rusty. Everything seemed rusty and old and in shabby condition. But when we entered the office, we were surprised by the pure wood walls and a mahogany table and an lcd screen. The owner of this was some bigwig and was pretty presentably. Anyways, we then walked all the way to the station, again through a complex maze of pathways, going through small quarters.
The railway station has always fascinated me. I love the locomotives, they ooze power and strength. And after seeing what each and every integral part looks like during the industrial tour, it has increased my fascination.
We had to meet the station superintendent at the station. Met him and walked to the other part of the area, crossing a big bridge that overlooks all the platforms, walking through more mazes, through a huge residential area with small quarters for houses, all of yellow color. I was surprised to see so many people leaved in that place. Thats when i realised i haven't seen anything. Thats when i realised the insignificance of my own knowledge.
I walked a lot today. But i thoroughly enjoyed it. I wasn't alone and we talked all the way. But what i really enjoyed was absorbing the sights and sounds of each place i went to today.
In the evening, we had to go to lakshmi. And again, the same feeling crept in, that i know is nothing at all...i'd like to mention the very very tasty kashmiri tea i had there..was great huhuhahaha...but i still haven't had bhatti ki karahi :(...i wanna have it right now...
A chore lead us to this part of Lahore i'd never been to. It was the Railway office complex or something. Actually its not far away from the railway station (and we've been there millions of times) but its tucked in behind a maze of "galis". When i finally got there i realised there literally was a world going about its daily routine irrespective of the outside world. We had to meet someone.
From the outlook, it seemed pretty rusty. Everything seemed rusty and old and in shabby condition. But when we entered the office, we were surprised by the pure wood walls and a mahogany table and an lcd screen. The owner of this was some bigwig and was pretty presentably. Anyways, we then walked all the way to the station, again through a complex maze of pathways, going through small quarters.
The railway station has always fascinated me. I love the locomotives, they ooze power and strength. And after seeing what each and every integral part looks like during the industrial tour, it has increased my fascination.
We had to meet the station superintendent at the station. Met him and walked to the other part of the area, crossing a big bridge that overlooks all the platforms, walking through more mazes, through a huge residential area with small quarters for houses, all of yellow color. I was surprised to see so many people leaved in that place. Thats when i realised i haven't seen anything. Thats when i realised the insignificance of my own knowledge.
I walked a lot today. But i thoroughly enjoyed it. I wasn't alone and we talked all the way. But what i really enjoyed was absorbing the sights and sounds of each place i went to today.
In the evening, we had to go to lakshmi. And again, the same feeling crept in, that i know is nothing at all...i'd like to mention the very very tasty kashmiri tea i had there..was great huhuhahaha...but i still haven't had bhatti ki karahi :(...i wanna have it right now...
10 November 2008
Aaj kal
Hmmm...finally exams are over. These were probably the worst exams of my life. Probably i'll score okay inshaAllah, but thats not the point. The point is that everything i did in my exams, every question i did, i knew it. I'd do everything right but when i'd come out, i'd realise it was all wrong. It happened in the first, the second, the third and then the fourth exam. I was so disappointed before the last exam that i studied with only half my heart. Its funny i fell asleep preparing while my friends were solving questions close by. Lol. Talk about not caring. I didn't know crap. Anyways, the bottomline is that i'm done.
The donation thing has come out beautifully MashaALLAH. My last post is related to this incase you people wondered. The Vice Chancellor pitched in with his donations too. Now wats left is the transportation and distribution to the earthquake affectees. I wanted to go to ziarat too, dad permitted me. But as it turns out, i'll have to miss so many days of university if i go, which i cannot afford at this point of time.
Heyyy, we visited AsgharAli after such a long time and were greeted by the obvious raise in prices. For people who dont know, its a place that sells original arabic perfumes, imported direct from Bahrain. They're very exotic, very different and very cool. I got one today as well, its called Dahnal Oud, it has a very Arabic smell. I always noticed a corner in the shop that i never went to. Today i came to know why. There was an Itar, made of Oud (its some kind of base smell), 12ml of which cost 42000 rupees. Yes i'm not lying and you've read the figure correctly. 42000. I tested i today finally. Its good. Lol. I love perfumes. But who doesn't then?
Anyways, like i say, busy days begin. Ufl (uet football league) is about to start soon inshaAllah. And there are matches in the next three days inshaAllah as well. So its all busy busy but its good i guess. I really wanna sleep now. Enough of my ranting. Well wait let me put something worthwhile in this post to make reading this a tad bit useful. Ummmm
ummm
umm
um
yeah, metallica's "ONE" is probably the greatest metal anthems ever. I've loved it for so long, the Live version is even better. Do give it a listen. Its beautiful. And btw, i'm listening to A PERFECT CIRCLE again these days. I think now i understand their music more than i did before. I think i know what is Art Metal. Its so TOOLISH (obviously it has some of TOOL's band members) and its intense.
The donation thing has come out beautifully MashaALLAH. My last post is related to this incase you people wondered. The Vice Chancellor pitched in with his donations too. Now wats left is the transportation and distribution to the earthquake affectees. I wanted to go to ziarat too, dad permitted me. But as it turns out, i'll have to miss so many days of university if i go, which i cannot afford at this point of time.
Heyyy, we visited AsgharAli after such a long time and were greeted by the obvious raise in prices. For people who dont know, its a place that sells original arabic perfumes, imported direct from Bahrain. They're very exotic, very different and very cool. I got one today as well, its called Dahnal Oud, it has a very Arabic smell. I always noticed a corner in the shop that i never went to. Today i came to know why. There was an Itar, made of Oud (its some kind of base smell), 12ml of which cost 42000 rupees. Yes i'm not lying and you've read the figure correctly. 42000. I tested i today finally. Its good. Lol. I love perfumes. But who doesn't then?
Anyways, like i say, busy days begin. Ufl (uet football league) is about to start soon inshaAllah. And there are matches in the next three days inshaAllah as well. So its all busy busy but its good i guess. I really wanna sleep now. Enough of my ranting. Well wait let me put something worthwhile in this post to make reading this a tad bit useful. Ummmm
ummm
umm
um
yeah, metallica's "ONE" is probably the greatest metal anthems ever. I've loved it for so long, the Live version is even better. Do give it a listen. Its beautiful. And btw, i'm listening to A PERFECT CIRCLE again these days. I think now i understand their music more than i did before. I think i know what is Art Metal. Its so TOOLISH (obviously it has some of TOOL's band members) and its intense.
08 November 2008
Thankfulness
I'm really happy today. I love times like these, when my belief that "when you have the passion and determination for something, nothing in the world is impossible" is strengthened. When you're ready to fight for what you believe in, Allah helps you in each and every way. To succeed at each and every point of your life, you only need Allah's help and lots of determination, lots of belief in yourself. Excuses like difficult circumstances and non cooperation of authorities or corruption in the system is all bullcrap. People make these excuses because they dont trust God to put all these things right. And God certainly will clear every hurdle once you're determined to work and seek help in the earnest of fashions. Allah has made each of us very powerful, capable of accomplishing every task we wish to. But humans have strayed from their real abilities. Most of us have atleast.
But there's still lots of hope.
Thank You Allah for giving all of us the courage, the determination, the chance and most importantly the "TAUFEEQ" for working for this cause. Maybe we, the youth of today, are still alive. All we need is your help, and lots of determination. ThankYou for waking us up today Oh Allah. We need ONLY your help, at every point of our lives. ONLY your help Allah!
But there's still lots of hope.
Thank You Allah for giving all of us the courage, the determination, the chance and most importantly the "TAUFEEQ" for working for this cause. Maybe we, the youth of today, are still alive. All we need is your help, and lots of determination. ThankYou for waking us up today Oh Allah. We need ONLY your help, at every point of our lives. ONLY your help Allah!
03 November 2008
Some of uet's nicknames
I was thinking of wat to do, them i started thinking about some of the nicknames we use at uni. I realised that they're actually funny, but since we use them so often or they're used so often infront of us that we've perhaps gotten used to the stuff. The explanation of these names can be given later sometime, right now i'm just listing some of them. I dunno if this is a good way, because i cant format much from my cell phone. This is the best, most easiest way i can post them in as of yet...here we go (not all would be funny but they're all very apt i tell you):
Party
Maana
Saana
Jozi Bhai
Chuss
Big B
Shopper
Zoobarr
Chhota
Lamb
Poly
Charsi
Atom Bomb
Faani
Teddy
Billa
Tandrust
Model
Billa Theeta
Chabbal
Uncle
Taahar
Cheel
Ghairoo
Seriously
Jugnoo
Paaro
Cousin
MCP
Umar Altaf
Bonus
Jeela
Dangar
Chhatra
Saeen
Gadha
Gift
Urri Baba
Mohabbat Man
E-Stud
Jani
Queens Road
AB
Soota
Chaudry
Pami
Paindoo
Pakistani
Cool Boss
and the best of them all
"Mir Chucky Mir"
and "Captain m.h.a" (haha, this is not one nick to be proud of, and i dont claim it to be mine, there's a story behind the captain, ofcourse there's nothing wrong with m.h.a, that stands for my initials, the real joke is in the captain thingy...lol...)
Party
Maana
Saana
Jozi Bhai
Chuss
Big B
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and "Captain m.h.a" (haha, this is not one nick to be proud of, and i dont claim it to be mine, there's a story behind the captain, ofcourse there's nothing wrong with m.h.a, that stands for my initials, the real joke is in the captain thingy...lol...)
02 November 2008
A dream
The days fly by so quickly. You wake up everyday and you think about getting dressed. And the next time you get a chance to think, you're thinking about getting undressed to sleep! How cruel of us to have entangled ourselves within ourselves so much that all we do is serve our needs. All we think is about us only. We look for a silver lining in every cloud. We've formed such small worlds around us, that we'll never fix, but they dont want to risk that world as well. My greatest dream is to be free from my own self. To break out from this small world of mine, to step into the big one. Not only step, but work for it.
That day we were discussing Che Guevera at the uni when imran said "people like him had no families to care for" but i told him, sacrifice is the first pre requisite to success and greatness. If we in Pakistan cannot muster a movement, a revolution against the tyrant feudals, or the filthy rich, or foreign pleasing politicians, its because we are not ready to make sacrifices.
People like lenin, guevera, mandela, khomeni were great because the broke free from their small worlds. Had they refused to do it, Russia, Cuba, South Africa and Iran would've totally different.
Actually, my dad said something to me which initially i misunderstood, but now i get it. He said "mediocre bnda kabi agay nae jata/a mediocre person never succeeds" . I thought with all respect it was shallow of my dad to consider a man's status or intelligence as his requisites for success. But i later realised, he never meant that. A mediocre person will be someone, who does something, and does it halfheartedly. One who plays safe. One who is so attached to his small world that he refuses to take any step which might disturb the balance in it. One who's not ready to make sacrifices. Such people cannot succeed in the true sense. Earning money is not success, having the heart to help this world is.
People like Martin Luther king jr. dedicated all their lives to their beliefs. To their dreams. People say "he gave his life for the cause", but thats so untrue. Infact, that is what precisely life is actually. To be able to live out your dreams, and help out this world. The greater world.
My greatest dream is to have such a life, where i go to sleep each day knowing i played a little part in making life easier for people. Where i wake up, promise to give my heart and soul to everything i do, to free myself from me. Where i would be free from my own small world. Thats my dream.
I pray:
"Ya Rab dil-e-Muslim ko wo zinda tamanna day,
jo qalb ko garma day, jo rooh ko tarpa day"
That day we were discussing Che Guevera at the uni when imran said "people like him had no families to care for" but i told him, sacrifice is the first pre requisite to success and greatness. If we in Pakistan cannot muster a movement, a revolution against the tyrant feudals, or the filthy rich, or foreign pleasing politicians, its because we are not ready to make sacrifices.
People like lenin, guevera, mandela, khomeni were great because the broke free from their small worlds. Had they refused to do it, Russia, Cuba, South Africa and Iran would've totally different.
Actually, my dad said something to me which initially i misunderstood, but now i get it. He said "mediocre bnda kabi agay nae jata/a mediocre person never succeeds" . I thought with all respect it was shallow of my dad to consider a man's status or intelligence as his requisites for success. But i later realised, he never meant that. A mediocre person will be someone, who does something, and does it halfheartedly. One who plays safe. One who is so attached to his small world that he refuses to take any step which might disturb the balance in it. One who's not ready to make sacrifices. Such people cannot succeed in the true sense. Earning money is not success, having the heart to help this world is.
People like Martin Luther king jr. dedicated all their lives to their beliefs. To their dreams. People say "he gave his life for the cause", but thats so untrue. Infact, that is what precisely life is actually. To be able to live out your dreams, and help out this world. The greater world.
My greatest dream is to have such a life, where i go to sleep each day knowing i played a little part in making life easier for people. Where i wake up, promise to give my heart and soul to everything i do, to free myself from me. Where i would be free from my own small world. Thats my dream.
I pray:
"Ya Rab dil-e-Muslim ko wo zinda tamanna day,
jo qalb ko garma day, jo rooh ko tarpa day"
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