The following text might not be funny … I tried!!
The blog is possibly be written by one of the quite-a-bit
worn out bloggers. What ever I write is a mixture of tales I come across in my
own life and through exposure from observation. This former part my dear readers…
is a real hard experience with lots of emotions and pain. Like many, the curse
of curoisty and coming across pattern of errors and comedy intact, produced an
addict scribbling across this hd screen. Hey!!!!!!! Do you really want to decide this guy is gonna be the intellectual kaow-all!! Nah!!!
That’s because I have been watching Indian films lately. Makes me
think the love is only thing that’s there in world and yes … its real! Other thing
is… betrayal is the surprise package. And if you have a thing for cool stuff,
then guns are all you ever going to find in there.
Recently bollywood has been taking quiet an interest in the
renowned ‘terrorist’ dawood Ibrahim. The person incidentally finds a portray
of himself in every other film… the Shootout series, the spy movies like agent
vinod, once upon a time in mumbais’, recently .. D-Day… etc etc… Almost
glorifying the image of the one of the want damned. One such entire redefined the
list of priorities.. if one puts too much wrong in routine messages, people that
lie accept as a truth… in this case a gangster may turn idol.
There is a valuable lesson to learn. Stop looking at the
world but the life you have. Theres a lot on plate already! For instance Gloria
Jeans in the city of saints… where one occasionally smell lads bonding on weed. anh kidding!! who knows.. seriously!! hmmmmm.. But the coffee is better! GJ makes multan look more livable. And as
any other Gloria Jeans in country it has its own cult crowd of loyal customers.
But the place its placed, well it’s a little tricky.
But right opposite of
the GJ when you look up.. its there. ROOTS in multan! They found a house!
Brilliant.. now I can find a child-looking friend and do this…
Me: Hey I want to admit my son in your school.. whats the
package?
Receptionist: Well we will drain you off every penny you
have but your kid will feel like a burger at the end. Howzat?
Me: Viola! Just what my parents got served as well eh!
Receptionist: Ol’ school, sir!
Me: Brilliant! Come here, my future duplicate of
not-at-all-thankful of me! Be mindful of his demons!
School!! A place that teaches history and becomes history.
Talking of history… how about I transfer the knowledge of
this region. Its history!
Seriously its patronizing!
The earliest known settlement in Indian subcontinent was
reported to be in this Indus region, about 3500 years BC. Indus civilation,
Aryans … all stayed here and ruled the rest of india. In last 5000 years the Indian
subcontinent was ruled from here! Expect form 150 years of Maurya and the years
of akbar the mughal! The point is.. history says that the Indus and its rulers
are the real heir to controlling the rest of india.. or there is some afghani,
irani who can run you over as well… but you would get it back!
But what you cant get is the right to enter in a shopping
mall on independence day, as a i-do-no-harm guy!..... Families only! Well let me
tell them a story… the place a few miles away called as the cantt bazaar.. has
kept there stuff together all the rainy days since the last … I don’t know…
the very day they constructed it! True business bloke!
You better have a more responsible security set upright! Then
denying costumers!
Now the notion to end this piece is the one which a recently
came across with an old friend of mine… the most rehearsed sentence of our
generation….. and the generation before that…
Parents: ‘Hum logo ko kia mu dikaye gaye’ -with a pinch of repentence for us-
If you have heard it before… High five! Parents are
fantastic people with aspirations and assumption, who have brought us up. I
don’t think they need to bother much about anything… They are beautiful people! :)
P.s. remember that 6
lane road with service road on each side. Yeah! That one! Pray it is completed
sooner! Its been AGESSS!!! O.o
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