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100 for ME!
2:09 AM
Congrats to me first for finally having my 100th post, though i thought that i will reach this level sometime sooner but guess i got lazier in between and my posts arrived like "once in a blue moon" *winks*. So here im finally writing my 100th post with almost around 7500 readers bt still 3 months more for my blog baby's birthday n Gosh im soooo luring on this number 100 :P.
When i started off i didnt even know that i would come somewhere near this place, i was as afraid as i think any amateur would be thinking "Man how much would people laugh at my insecure talks, kiddish questions" and all. But guess after two or three experiences i kinda did gain grip on my writing. I took out my frustrations, shared my thoughts and sometimes my fears, and not to mention met some really great people who sometimes shared or sometimes defied my thoughts but that too in a good way.I learned so much out of reading others blog, not only from my native writers but from writers across continents and learnt how they reacted towards different situations.And in this year i have opted myself a bigger task, which will need my patience and continuous attention and i hope that it will be soon done but i know not anytime sooner but it will indeed take alot of my time and ofcourse will need prayers of all my sincere friends.
Quote of the Day
1:59 AM
The optimist and the pessisimist both die in the end, but each lives his life in a completely different way.
--Shimon Peres
Life like a Pencil
12:43 AM
Read this beautiful script written by Paulo Coelho describing Life as a Pencil and i couldnt resist it from sharing. It started of with a Grandmother writing a letter to someone and her Grandson asked her if she was writing something about their life like a story about him. Taking her attention off the letter she told him that she was indeed writing about him, but words didnt matter that much what mattered the most is the pencil with which she's writing and she hopes that he will be like this pencil when he grows up. The boy being amused looks at the pencil and finds it as ordinary as any other pencil. But the lady told him that its the way how u look at things and her pencil has 5 qualities that if u hang onto will make him a person who is always comfortable with anything in this world.
First Quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and he always guides us according to His will.
Second Quality: now and then, i have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he's much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person in the end.
Third Quality:the pencil allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing, it helps us to keep on the road of justice.
Fourth Quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside of you.
Finally it's Fifth Quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark so try to be conscious of that in your every action.
This is how it was all described and i totally agree with it, how i feel excited and miserable both at the same time. Agitated we never care what we are saying or doing. What doesnt happen according to our will we make a fuss out of it not knowing that might it be not the bestest thing for us, and that the One above has kept the Best for us that is yet to come. Like the sharpener we dont ever want to see any hardships, we always want to have a smooth and subtle life never even trying to beat the suffering. We never look back and analyse our mistakes, how often do we really go up and say that we were sorry for what we have said and done, nobody looses anything from just being and saying sorry, not even admitting our mistakes infront of our Creator. Just like of what the pencil is made of, what really matters is the inside. Same goes with us, it doesnt really matter how dignified we look on the outside if there runs a massive storm on the inside. And to end up the five qualities whatever we are doing or have done leaves a mark on this world,and nonetheless leaves a mark on our deed-book. This scripture has stirred me from the inside and i hope i can make myself like the Pencil who bears so much but gives so much in return.
Now or When?
1:01 AM
18th August, our President Musharraf retired and became a common man, known as General Retired Pervaiz Musharraf. A journey from General Pervaiz Musharraf to General(Rtd.) former President Pervaiz Musharraf crossed over 9 whole years. Journey on a narrow wide highway.
Neither m i sad nor overjoyed, rather there is a high-end increase in my state of confusion as in what is there now left for others to be happy upon? I mean hell yeah we were the ones who once elected him as the President by referendum, later the Parliament itself elected him as the President, and now we are the one's who r dancing on the roads, distributing sweets and are showing heartiest (bla bla) And what if they say that he was elected then, by the party who are now tasting the flavour of defeat, but whom to believe? those who were kicked out of the Nation then, for the great things they had done at their time.
Politics is indeed a monopoly, everyone manipulates to be the right one, nobody is fair in this game of Politics this is what i have learnt by far from my experience, and as what Shehzad Roy said in his song "Naik tu woh hai jisko moka nahe mila" he's right those who are still clean are waiting for the right time to have their bite from this piece of Land. Nobody's perfect, the good things that have been done upfront surely has something beneath that comes forth from time to time. But we still are blindfolded and certainly dont want to see anything at all, just want to lay our heads on the shoulders of the Government and blame up for anything that doesnt suits us. Its not all about the Government its about us who have to CHOOSE the RIGHT thing for ourself. Speak people!Speak for the Right, not wait for the Wrong and then React after the time has gone.
As they say: "Abhe nahe tu Kabhe nahe(Its Now or Never)"
PS: certainly have to wait and see what turns next on the road of Pakistan's politics.
Ye Watan Hamara hai...
6:28 PM
Jashan-e-YoumeAzadi Mubarik!!
It has been a hard 61st year, i really pray that all of what our people have gone through bores fruit for us. We get peace and satisfaction in what we have and we stop craving for that which is of least utilization for us. We should be making a New Years Resolution now as in what better can we do for this land of pure, our life is not always meant for our desires and lusts, we have some responsiblities towards our nation that we do have to sort out and work for.
Prayers and Best Wishes for all Pakistanis'
29th July!
2:44 AM
This situation was supposed to be posted a week n so before but due to the natural disasters striking karachi from time to time in small amounts(as yes having a dead phone line just of a slight rain is regarded as a natural disaster here in karachi) I wasnt able to use net OFCOURSE!!. So the story goes something like this:" It started raining late night on the 28th around midnight, and our Pyaray KESC walay so LOVE their job of cutting others people's light short and we Masoom bachay had to bear a hefty 20 hour loadshedding :( IMAGINE, but hum bhe karachi kay hain yaar itni jalde kahan dartay hain yaar :P. Meanwhile the machar tribe kept on enjoying their MONSOONAL FEAST and i had inches of swollen flesh on my arms and feet but still our spirits were high and there wasnt any chance of losing HOPE that soon!!
We had our plans and waisay bhe yeh choti moti barish say kaun darta tha, we went off on seperate routes, had some shopping n stuff to do and by the time we were leaving(which was quite late) I had a strong 6rh sense kinda feeling that there is going to be rain and we'll surely face some drama,m and as according to my expectations the rain monster arrived just mins later we reached our shopping destination, still mashAllah the shopkeeper who had our stuff made us sit there for another 15 mins saying "Baji bus 2min, woh bacha bus abhi chabi(keys) lay kr gaya hai abhe araha hai bus ap baithain fikar ke baat nahe hai" and to no surprise he didnt appear for another 10mins and with our mutual decision we got the rest of our stuff and went on for a lonnnnng journey!!!
Ab tk tu sarkoun pr darya ban chuky thy and the kids were njoying swimming...
Mission Impossible: Save your self from falling flat on the road, or getting ur self wet, save ur mob from getting wet which is ofcourse burried somewhere in the purse that too is wet, and ofcourse the stuff u have just bought(jiski chandni bhe abhe tk nahe dekhi)
Thats an impossible thing but hum janbaaz jawaan kafi kuch bachany mai kamyaab hogaye thy:P. Next thing was to cross the road and try n find a ride back home and with the dripping specs u cant even see the person standing next to u(wish having specs with wipers wasnt considered a joke tu kuch asani hoti), standing trying to find something wiuth quarter legs in dirty muddy water ewwwwwwwwww dont even ask :S but akhri kaar aik Rickshaw walay ko taras agaya(bt Allah knows what was instored for us coz of him!!), magar banday char(4) and goli sirf aik(1) Sarkar, Na Insaafi Sarkar..Na-Insaafi :P!!!
Ab rickshaw walay ke demand suno, just 3 streets to cross and baji 100rs lunga, and i was like Gosh is he driving a HUMMER!! Ab mera dialogue suno: Oye baraish horahe hai yahan koe saware nahe hai tu tum zayada pasisay mang kr hamara na-jaiz faida utha rahay ho!! and is shandaar dialogue delivery ky baad everobody went silent bt bechara driver explained "Baki dekho na agay 'teraafic' kitni hai hum 100 rupee na mangay tu kia kray 'Meengae'(inflation) bhe tu dekho kitni haina Baji" and alas! he won the bet.....
Mission Impossible 2: Try n stuff 4 average sized women in a normal rickshaw(not tht easy seater CNG one)
After loads of embarrasing tries we finally Accomplished the Mission. And hamaray adventurous safar ka aghaz hua...trying to hide faces out of embarrassment and saving from not falling off the rickshaw with every bump that we crossed we reached our 20mins destinations in 50-55mins, stretched and squeezed ourselves while getting of the rickshaw praying that please nobody saw us like dis and for once i loved loadshedding as coz of the black out we were saved...I took out the 100rs note from the purse as settled i handed it over to him and here he comes bursting out" OO baji nahe 100rs kyun dy rahay ho humnay 150rs manga tha" and i was like WHAT!!when did that happen?? Then began a 5min argument on how he is wrong and we are right but mashAllah he has passed his Bachelor's Degree in being a Lawyer(jhooti daleelain daitay haina yaar :P )
"4 kaan(ear)behray hoskty hain but aik zaban jhooti nahe hoskti" (this was my argument)and the only voice that i could hear from that side was "Nahe baji nahe, Nahe baji nahe, Nahe baji nahe" ufffffffff i still get sooo irritated whenever i hear these words together :S. Again eventually losing my stamina and wishing if i could just spank him once i handed him 200rs and asked my sister to get the 50rs change . Woh tu raat gae baat gae but exact that day past midnight it just popped into my mind that my pyari sis might have forgotten to collect the change and nobody can imagine how much raged filled my bnody at the moment not over my sister but over that bloody driver who was so true for saying 150rs baji not 100rs but want honest enough to call back and say baji apkay 50rs....us waqt logun ka Allah aur Rasool kahan hota hai jab amanat lotanay ke bari ho....thats the thing that still irritates me till date, and m sure that the extra 100rs wasnt any good for him either kyunkay Jhoot ka hasil kiya jhoot mai he nikal jata hai"
Moral of the story: "Khaya peeya kuch nahe aur glass toora bara ana"
Moral of the story: "Khaya peeya kuch nahe aur glass toora bara ana"
PS: i know its an old story but i had to post it for sure
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