Mission aur Mutmaeen!

The tale of this land of pure is about Allahditta, Mauladitta and Peeraditta. The defining names of our religious predispositions. While in the society, you meet the each with a certain characteristic. There are those who will criticize you due to their genetic disease of perceptual superiority, there are those who will criticize you due to their ocular issues of believing that all are hopeless but themselves and then there are those who don’t give a crap about the former or the latter, thus, have to put up with them. Such people deserve a free weekly jar of coffee.

Nowadays, there is a lot, like A REAL LOT!! Emphasis on quality of leadership. Leaders are reflection of their people. When I see these shares on facebook, considering Prime Minister to be ‘mutmaeen baygairat’, it just reaffirms this.

We all want to be ‘mutmaeen baygairat’!

For all those who argue that we have had, throughout our lives, desires… that were not timely fulfilled. We achieve some substantial ground for it, grounds on which the stakes of our survival happens to balance itself upon. If we had had what we desired on time of request, then we.. they emotional fools, would be living in gutter by now!

Coming back to this community-deep issue of baygairati…. Look at our singers. They all were kings of the hill. A friend of mine, use to say a thing about Jal:

‘yar in sab ko aik aik baachi dekh dou. In ko sakoon hojiye ga. Aram  say beth jaye gaye.’

Look around today, Ali Azmat, Atif Aslam, Gohar Mumtaz, Abrar ul Haq, Haroon etc etc. ever since they got married- Viola! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! There goes their music down the toilet flush. What the fuss!  Meet the ‘mutmaeen baygairat’ of our country.

Lesson to be learned for the current government, though, is … IK has money, power and fame, but after all he is from the land of the pure! Get him married again!!! There goes the politics down the lake behind bani-gala! Shala tuwako saraya nu bhaa lagi ray! Mulk da kukh nahi chora tussah

For the sustained lack of self-realization, the sitting government deserved endless supplies of beta-blockers!

As for the commoners, men and women in the modern world have to worry about their work and identity, over the period of time. Here, in third-grade world-of-cleanly-improvised-pure, things are easier. Except for the fact that we are ungrateful fools. Thing is, when, you are guaranteed about a life, husband or wife and entity! Why would you waste time and effort on getting them all by yourself and mou kal karaying! When culture and tradition is offering so much… so much!!!! MAGAR-MUCH!!  then why.. beta why!!!! in hell, does one has to land in hot waters. All you have to do is to make the best of your ambitions in your work. If only we were objectively individualist, then this land of pure would have been an international giant! Beta WO BHI GREEN HULK-WALA JAISA! We don’t have to be high on weeds! Or rage endless wars! Its pretty simple! You need to see a psychiatrist and get some antipsychotics

But no! mein na mano ga!! Every man has to have a drive for buying an awesome car, a beautiful house and get a perfect job…. To get a good market price and achieve hot girl jo tottay ura dey!

For girls… they have to keep their dignity, get a degree and fashion up to the mark! To get a reasonable groom jo film-hero-fit bhi ho aur dad-standard-reliable bhi!

Now its time for antidepressants!

But after all this, still cant study, make a mark and slap silly all the senior citizens who are responsible for all these problems of young generation. Yes! It is not our problem! Its theirs… maybe its part of our culture to be forgiving and absorbing all the guilt of being right…

 But here I am and there you are. The loin searching for a historian, while the hunter stand as glorified!

Hum theiray bachelor salay! Aur tum shadi-shoday champions of the current system! What glory is in  that…. What glory is in winning your love affair! what glory in surviving one love affair! Hum aik baar jitay hai aur aik baar martay hai.. aur agay ki line boul gaiii :P

Ab lou baba ji a manjan! Jo daant kay saat saat, akal ko bhi saaf kar dey…

Na saeen na!! things are not as such… sab jhoot hai… the key to everything... ji wohi key! that key is revolved back to start, till becoming finally successful! Phir akhiri bhi pehla hi hota hai!

p.s. par jab itnay say khoparay mein itni saray baatein ghoomnay lag jati hai tou… yeh sari caffeine, beta blockers, antipsychotics, antidepressants aur baba ji kay majan ka interaction, side effect ka kabara kiya, aik taraf… thoughts ka interaction hi band baja dehta hai.. and patient suffers from Pyar howa aur rul marray Disease (PharmD) followed by mutmaeen bayhaad-waali baygairati syndrome(MBBS) ! Jiye Dawayia!!

Superstitions aur saray log

Note: the deliberate frequent use of small letters, was to avoid nazar.... NOT!! the writer was just deliberately frequently lazy!!

yes, i wrote down this post on a piece of paper, basically to drive away the demons... NOT!! i am just kidding, i was being old school!

we are losers, arent we? still we are going with flow.
we lose opportunities, like men lose hair nowadays. one at a time, when we are not looking and several, when we actually start looking! by which i mean running a hand through your hair and end up with high numbers ending up among your fingers. ignorance is often a bliss, right?
Moral of the the hair-fall and tale of lost opportunities: desperation takes the best of you!
superstitions to me are like those clerics that feed on your anxiety and insecurity.

• you wont use your left hand in doing some task, as bad omen might strike you..
• you wont tell a friend you are studying because it might cost you a bad grade...
• you wont check-in on facebook because your 'list of jealous friends', is going to curse you to hell...
• you wont share your plans with someone because the devil might drag you to failure...
• you wont travel this weekend because your sitaray are not in your favour... 

blah blah blah etc etc etc... a few things superstitions tries on everyone..

But struck by such obsessions, coming from the city of saints, where people are sweet and kind, as well as doubtful and speculative... superstitions takes the best of us all.
stuck within the vase, the genie offers voodoo dolls and scented scriptures.
There was a time when rulers of this land of pure, were determine not to have an Eid with two sermons. (Thank GOD it was not Friday!)
the Legend says your rule can slip away, Sir!
After such happenings, you shall fall for bad decisions, poor management and international pressure. and Viola! your fellow comrade is the new dictator! -Karma served-

I remember a decade ago there was a letter that revolved around the city, that stated its origins from some sort of arab moors, and demanded to be distributed in ten folds, in order to save the reader from a consequential impending doom. this superstition took the best of people and hence ended up at half of doorsteps of the neighbourhood.
if only i could find the first perpetrator, i would surely have made a pizza out of that letter and fed it to each bit of that fool.
But this sh*t has got to a whole new level with facebook evangelicals..
nowadays, you can be certified for hell upon not sharing a post!
aint that just lovely..
there is a place in this world for people like these, its called an asylum.
May the sanity prevail! dont do superstitions!
p.s. tamaam sitaray aur siyaray sirf asmaan ki zeenat kay liye upar lagay howay hai! nah kay aap kay jaisay saray logo ki muskil zindagi ki zimadari lenay kay liye - Wazarat-e-Nijaat-e-Jahalat, Hakumat-e-Aakal-istan! Jashan-e-Azadi Mubarak!

Victims aur Vehari

So the ceremonious Eid has come to an end. The life is back to its usual turtle pace again, although I still can not find time for my endless joys. But coffee always helps!

I gave a visit to my saint home, this summer, AGAIN!

The streets were dug up. The people well mortified. The gas stations were out of gas(as well as petrol, a new high). And the recently built ‘namesake of an (N) MNA surname’ road, was on the verge of tearing apart, like literally. A board across the wall of the famous science college of the city of saints, had the picture of unfortunate previous-national-assembly-hopeful, who failed to secure a seat in the constituency…. declaring the arrival of METRO!
-Face palm-

For last 5 years the people of the town suffered from pain… gave their blood, sweat and tears to the construction.. not the mention the cars that died with twisted axles and bikes that choked on their own shocks!!

Just when they thought it was over…. They dragged them back into the .  

(Say hi to anti-allergies!! You victims of bad administration and worse political decisions!!!)

After a few days of apprehension, I took a turn towards Dehli. From the city of saints I went on a journey to Vehari.
To my surprise the road was the best part. It reinforced on me as to what the motorways and the highways are missing…. Life!
One of the most beautiful road trips, with bowing trees and green fields all around. It was a nostalgic flash back to some euro road trip with running horses and bright sun light. One can capture a perfect romantic song for a film on it!
Although in the current state of the land of pure, this was a container-less road!! as well as, for a fact, this road did not have a single toll plaza. Best things in life are indeed for free!

Interestingly enough, this city which was part of the Indus civilization, has yet to attain full access to gas! With such high caliber politicians in this town, it’s a sad reality.

p.s. aur dou vote galat logo ko! :/

People aur pakoray

Ladies and Gentlemen! Citizens of the planet! People of this absolute Godforsaken generation. Welcome to the holy month! I, the damned writer, the crushed soul, the lone wolf, the unhappy of the happy folk.... and all the complains you hear about yourself from inner selfish conscious of yours, about yourself! Yes i feel that! ... its all that we are together my reader friend!, ahem! coming back to the subject...
i have managed to write this or .. rather i am writing because of the word 'pakoray!' that comes in my blog's title... PAKORAY!! the one thing you holy lot so crave for! the one thing you identify with the month of ramadan in desi-pur of fried-land. Dont feel generalized either, i fully understand that some of my readers might have lot more classy taste of unhealthy after-fast delights. May the cholesterol be ever in your favour.
But me exiled from the holy city of saints.... OH!! the CITY!! the SAINTS!! the PEOPLE!!  THE HOLYNESS!!! MY HOLYNESS!!! ..... -focus- ahem! well all the holy people have their complaints about the month! its like... its coming!! its coming!! the month is coming! Oh my! how will i manage my thirst, hunger, and inner most desire of excess, in plus 40 degree celsius.. there has to be a way!! how stagnant will i be, or could afford to be in the month of stagnancy celebrated by all those around meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
Come on!! ramadan is about sacrifice, hardship, compassion and resilience... and your whining, complaining and forsaken attitude is the end of it! build some metal!
Now you might feel a sting, and you must! when i write (which is excruciatingly painful but to prove a point)... the word Ramadan! Seriously!! my heart went out to the person who, on the platform of ministry of international nonsense, this full of crap world of facebook shares... shared a very unorthodox stuff!! ...
we here in the land of pure... call this month RAMAZAN!!! right... or use to call!! but some of the folks have got so confused nowadays they have even mistaken Pakistan for AL BAKISTAN!!! Gimme a break!! is your head crack or something! you inferior gene of missing the protein of self-identity!!
i was at a car workshop recently and i managed to master the strength to ask as to why this albaskistan red band number plates are roaming around, in the country? is it the government or the poeple? -because here they are two very different things you know, like two opposite poles for matter of indifference-
to my amazement he told me... Sir jee, log khud hi banwatay hai kiun kay inn kay liye aik hi baat hai.. albakistan ho ya pakistan!
lesson learned :- People of this country are so thoughtful... but from down below!
where are the brains in this malnutrition-struck depression-directed gene pool!!!
so before the epidemic strikes me and i change this title of the blog... from pakoray to bakoray!! GOD SAVE THE BRAINS!! or PAINS!! or what ever.... aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh .. i already feel the signs and symptoms of loony-ness .. if only this medicine man had an antidote for this madness... :/

p.s.
this is that infamous post... the cause of motivation and provocation for this post!

 

par sharam tum ko nahi ati!!

Reality aur raaz!

Quarter of a century into life and what I choose to do is busting the myths out of the horror-freaking life.

Well its not like I am thinking out of the box or something. As a matter of fact, I could have not been too confined and biased in my approach. Though, in this case the route that I took, kindda made the difference. Anyways, what I do is, not to conform to pseudo-thoughtful society and its inherited dysfunctional wisdom. Thus, my perceptions may be wrong in your view, but I sort of… firmly believe in them! Because as they say.. apple does not fall far from the tree.. and what bounced off you… I admit! It must have got stuck to me… because I think, so I exist! HAIL DESCARTES! –reference to the latest Captain America movie…. Was to clichéd!-

Anyways my young/young-at-heart people!

This goes out to you. I really don’t see a point in marriages but they are raining like cats and dogs. Its so extreme that my entrepreneur friend is thinking of erecting a wedding planning business, meaning that its all too crazy. Marriage is just a level of …. Ahhhh.. achievement or something to do with not-so platonic love or a vacancy for next level source of discomfort in your life! But hey! I am just saying, why not ‘focus’ on other levels of discomfort… might actually give you ‘greater’ extent and higher level of self-fulfillment/self-actualization.

I hate to say this but parents in Pakistan are too overly obsessed with societal perceptions, in an ethically decaying society and yes I am not on the same page when they themselves throw irreligious tendencies at climax, to suit their own comfort. We might not actually be living with the same values they have tried to preserve, in the next few decades.

I would like to raise my hand and whistle an alarm too! I wasn’t against the idea of marriage before nor a supporter of fornication, not to mention irrelevant choices that people make. But parents do want me to and the other parties feel equally interested to idea of marriage, though, ironically. What my point is, unlike many women complaining of an age ceiling of 28-30, for their marriage, and how it can severely stereotype them at worse, but hey! If I choose to do that .. after a certain age, I would be doom-stereotyped too! You know what I mean!

Anyways, men! I talk to you here.. you are not married yet! Remember! Ignore your faulty physiological need indicator! There is a virus in the system and its been prevalent for a long time! Now is the time. Never has it ever been this greater need to do this. You are like the element at its peak of boomdom, who wants to get married and actually embrace a freakin’ recession.

When I look around the world and at the mess its in. what I conclude, with due apology, is that a lot of elders are just pretending to have things in control, while as matter of fact, they are insecure and at a total loss of understanding the bigger picture. While, this wisdom we hear of, is nothing but the art of utilizing the 'art of ignoring stuff'. Focus may be some good then as it only comes after you have achieved it, in case you feel the need.

While going through all this crap, I almost felt numb. It seems as if the severe stroke of pain will kick in like the kick in balls, which I often found awakenings to be. You cannot be happy in an eternal or near eternal way. Its almost like you are not suppose to even ‘want’ that. Sadness and discomfort, as perceived, is always going to be mainstream or more prevalent. One needs to acknowledge rather then embrace, that. But I have to say, life is just not the way I thought of it to be… YOU HEAR ME LIFE!! I SAID IT!!

And afterall, there is no point in avoiding unhappiness(as we see it).

And to those who felt like.. yeh raaz tum per kab khula… well reality arrived at my door in Lahore.. tey Lahore Lahore aye!

P.S. apologies to  the people who felt a bit offended. I wish you to ignore it.and if it makes you feel better.. the writer feels he is suffering from a british pakistani homourtitis... But thanks for the read! ;)

Judges aur oun kay jalay!

there is a growing population of judges in the land of pure. by that i mean domestic and household judges. people who matter. masses that create opinion on your scandalous marriage with your age appropriate wife or husband. the pillars that are holding our values and traditions from the time you opened your eyes because what was before that is water under the bridge. this, my friends is the flourishing colony of most virulent and contagious, leeching segment of our society, while you and i are the obediently ever-serving broth.

friend 1: what is the point of being judgmental?
friend 2: helps you become shwerd and eases the anticipation for what is come.
friend 3: and makes one miserable and leads to exalted suffering with forever suspicious and non-trusting brats and bitches.

there are a lot of preconceived notions flying around us, of which most is utter crap. one person's experience of a situation is as much benefit to other as a fish monger who just buys but cant catch fish. most of the time what works is.. you stay focused at what is that you want to do and why! and pay no heed to energy sucking leeches in your environment.
but hey! i am not here to advice you guys about your lives and you be lesser fools if you search for it in here. because for all that, you must have a need of successful people with loads of fame and fortune but more fame still. the vicarious idols you are bound to by society.

the slack

i consider greed and fear as my fundamental instincts. for instance i 'want' to think that i 'need' to have highest grade in a course and i only pick that time out of yearly charts, when theres one week left from the exam date. and i am talking about annual examination system here!

the cool

i have recently had a lot of spirits revolving around me. and trust me, my non-trusting friends, i am soul oriented person and a massive 'existing' contradiction who thinks! ... alot! for which i recently got diagnosed .. AGAIN.. in a gathering of saints of this city.. the book club. we were tasked with reading the research article and a long one, by elif shafaq, whose title was 40 rules of love. i wish if some one could send that to HEC and get its plagiarism tested. many saints would agree with me on this, alive or not! as being a follower of scientific logic, one who believes that things dont just happen.. and in case if they are bad.. they take a bunch of fools to culminate. (aint that cool!), people should put some brakes on spirituality for a few years.

the terrified

now i was on the road for quite sometime for the last few days. i have seen a lot of accident sites and much worryingly frequent. not that people have forgot how to drive. we know, every driver thinks he/she has the right to remain on road, but still. there is some kind epidemic of bad driving sense around here that is seemingly incurable. and the only prevention i think is shutting down fuel pumps. na rahay ga baans na bajay ji bansiri. please forgive my honest and cruel + evil .. intentions!

p.s. i think i found in our national proverb as to why people dont like change and opening up to new ideas isnt prevalent in the land of pure. doodh ka jala, chhach(lassi) bhi phook phook kar peeta hai! ;)

Killings aur khatarnak!

let me be very clear of one thing. life is filled with lies and there are a lot of branded sources. and one gets to know about their gravity when put up against those who taught in the first place.

i am about 25 years old and the fact is all this long what i have seen in my life is that, almost all the people are cons in one way or the other, from clerics to parents! yes!
and the biggest con of all is ... YOU! and this one fools you the most, nonstop. mostly i making you feel bad to getting whats actual is your right.
we are living in a fast moving world and changing realities. there are relative truths which are getting busted. religion battling, society fighting and families getting dysfunctional. and then theres land of the pure.
if we have got the worse youth generation running after sodomy then we also have the worst lot of living anointed wise men and women being hypocritical about themselves and worshipping wealth and social image.
fact is there is no churchill, napoleon or saladin in this current time.. there are simply those having no clue of what they are causing and crimes committing.
apart from this, every tom dick and harry is tulli on getting rich and finding pleasure. while on the other side of the fence the world is crumbling down. wisdom has been thrown down into the bin and this country's think tank is rotten with outdated ideas and false concept of framing a future of younger generation.

by now reader, you must be thinking... what the crap has gone wrong? why am i reading this outburst? what is making this lad crazy? ... thing is .. shit has hit the fan!

recently i have came across a few facts and figures. in this land of pure recently there have been around 5000 cases of rights violations against women and about 1700 are cases of honour killing. there are about 900 cases of court marriages of runaways in 2013, three times higher than 2011. and there is a government who is trying to keep its eyes shut and save itself for the last. this is the biggest SOCIAL CRISIS OF OUR TIME!!
parents are at a generation worth of gap with their children, and they have no clue where their religion stands in 21st century on the freedom of girl and boy to practice one's right to choose a life partner. so when the weak of conformity and strong of passion, find no support at home, they take the high road. the parents and society strikes back with making life difficult for the married ones and some even succeed is killing them.
we indeed live in a society where its not allowed to show a love making scene but its perfectly fine to show brutal killing scenes.
fact is the society is not ready to accept that the idea has come, whose time is now. but everyone here seems to be hellbent on denial. well that is to our own loss.
winston said it right, and i would say it rather.. they avoided shame ... now they will have shame and guilt!

p.s. aap dost yaro ka pata nahi par meray khayal mein .. iss mulk kay mustakbil kay liye humaray bharou say zaida khatarnak aur koi cheez nahi hai dunya main.. (not meant for all, certainly there are some good fellows too, cleaning up the shit laden floor, but in silence)

City aur see-ain-jee!

this blog is not an account of a guide, you know me! but a pretension of of knowing what i certainly have no degree for!

written in the theme of : 'kabhi ao na peerou kay shehr..... jhootay utaar kay!'

must you come to the town of saints,
pretend under a tree that blessings rain.

to all those who are reading this from some part of the world other then Pakistan. let me introduce you to the 'City of Saints'.
to all the people who are in Pakistan and are familiar with the town already. forgive me!

so friends let me take you on a journey that thrills the heart and mind of every tourist that travels across borders in search of adventure and skips Pakistan as a security state. this town like other areas of this country are much more safe, for the inhabitants of this town have promised themselves to do no such thing that offers pain beyond their comfort bar. so why would they push you to hand a penny when they feel being high on amphetamine already.
anyways, the town was anciently build on a hill with a stronghold castle and about eight gates of which due to mankind disease of populating and undermining artifacts.. two or three have been reported to survive. while downhill it was recorded that a river went astray to leave a land to hangout on a different plane. though few decades ago it use to feel a bit outlawed, thus use to flood the adjacent settlements in monsoon. but the government under the act of honour and realization, few years ago built a dyke.
if you do come to the city of saints start from the top to the bottom. there shall be nothing concealed and you shall get to take the best out of the experience. the time of year, whichever you choose is up to you but do keep a bottle of sweet  ode of pepsico or coke co. and a tablet of antiallergy, for dust is sacred enough to leave its effect, and depressant cure, for those of you who pay alot of mind.
now i would start from the qilla kohna! the hill redecorated by the italian friends. its crowned with the shrines of the 'real saints'. you can see the class of construction that you would not witness anywhere else. the vibe that instills holiness and spiritually right across the spectrum of life.
on the other side there is a park, known to be the oldest one and a red building from where you  can see the entire city. its reported that the rulers of this city use to monitor there subjects from up there. but before entering the building of this city that acquaints you to a further stretchy name of this town, do remember to charity the 20 bucks to this country's government. its a nice act of kindness! though you might also see many other people asking for the same favour but in a different and less threatening manner but its your will that counts.. as for what i remember, i once saw a banner sponsored by local bureaucracy deeming beggary as a crime.
so after this you can move to the posh area or as its said, the militarily developed area. but as its a domain that neither the apex court of this country or the civilian government, has been able to cross. the cantonment is a place, you shall walk by yourself. Pakistan Zindabad!
moving next to the famous eat outs of this town, you shall experience the same sort of food like the rest of the Pakistan but one specialty that is tortured out of any expatriate of this town is the beaned chocolate looking massively sweet 'sohaan halwa'. currently there are numerous claimants of producing the most authenticated ISO certified one! as far as i am concerned .. they all are the same.
other places that i have personally exprienced ...and say that you can survive with a couple of traveler's medicine are.. the spicy brayani rice from the dera adda tasty restaurant,  halwa puri from dera adda, the dilmeer pairay wali lassi from where i-must-not-name, the famous baba ice cream, the not so famous food street near center of the city and the places that make it a BIG CITY! KFseeeeeeeeeee! Pizza HUUUUUUUUUUUT! Gloria JEEEEEEEEANs! HARDEEEEEEEES! and the newly fixed crown jewel... BURGER KING!
now that you feel fed and glorified by what the city had offered. dont! the big roads and the flying-overs with a 'bend' can be misleading. the city is quite old. all these houses that are constructed, have been erected in the last three decades, the old city breaths in its peripheral. the thing about this city is that if you move 300 meters away from any major road you shall see the stacked up houses with narrow passages, with faces explaining the history of the town. and yeah.. thats deep! unlike the real estate rocketing off the roof, in light of a trophy ex-prime minister's map of development of builders.. and no other industry or business, pulling the city to its ground.
historically, all those who have came here to conquer, have got ruined from alexander, who got hit by an arrow and qasim, who received the letter that led to his end, here in this city. while all those who have tried attacking in the last 300 years have left a chunk of their clans. surnames i shall not mention!
in the end, i wont call it the best but its the last though, some historian have ventured to this extent to say that the satan landed here after being thrown from heaven. leading to adaptability toward tendency of not so good things. for real saints have tried their best. i rest my case!


p.s. a modified line dedicated to my homies.. one i saw behind a carry van in the capital:
 paraishaan na thi mein zaroor asah.. aaj kal see-aain-jee(CNG) baand hey wal asah! jiya saeen jiya ;)

Deal aur duwaa!

whats the deal with next year?
do you think that education is an important part of your life to come?
think again because i am not referring to attaining degrees but learning to live. as human, we are push to answer pains in test, and answering it with the maximum amount you can bare. that is the sort that actually defines you.
life has taken me from rain forest to scorching desert, there and back again. i feel content at times and lost in the other. but hey, i am not here giving advice on secret to success in life and nor is this blog for that purpose.
i am here to share experience.
with age i have realize that:
1. the world is a wonderful place! aint it!
2. you have to live and let live! peace!
3. there is no point to cause harm! its wrong!
4. its better to adapt! thy descartes says!

and still if i thats true. where will you pay for your pizzas, burgers, movies, clothes and haircuts. conclusion being, either your sponsors be nice or you be filthy rich.
to be rich, you cant depend on being an employee for your whole life as you will be given just a share of what you contribute. thing is you got to do business. and to make business success in this land of ours this is whats required:
1. you need to invest and manage it well because profit is a must
2. you need to watch your back because of your competitors
3. you need to befriend a top bureaucrat because he has the key to the system
4. you need to be around politicians because they need neutralization
5. you need to get the generals on your side because that legitimizes you
6. and, you need to be ready for forgeting why you even want to get filthy rich in the first place!

just try finding fun among people around you and keep up the good work in your profession. keep your family and loved ones happy. may you have a good 2014!

p.s. tey meinu duwaa ch yaad rakhna :)

Aliens aur anjani!

this is the town that has quiet a tendency to have certain lavishness to its lifestyle. you dont owe much to anyone. the life goes on and so does the time. nothing is going to stop you. and among the mist of the demi foreigners, have come a breed of aliens from the city of saints. there is nothing better for us then to enter the lifestyle of the carefree and restless.
initially we tried to make it to take up a desi style but even the phindi-ness from the neighbourhood failed to make it to us. brats were to big to be conscious of any restraints. but still remained within the given options.
one might often wonder what does the city of power hold so different from rest of the mainland and shores. the answer is.. gate pass! its the base camp to any mountain in terms of career or achievements you might look to earn. so if you are a dreamer like us then this is the place to be.
as university just pass right by the last stop, things have started to be less funny and more americano! the pakoras have lost their taste, least for now.
when it comes to getting a place on rent ..the worst backdrop though is the factor of being a bachelor! you are the low lying fornicating druggy to every landlord who has the potential to tease his or her daughter, sisters and wives, and most of all throw the community in to the pits of dark cures of evil letting its men to go astray. So if you get a place to live peacefully, in your imagination. Well, first throw it out in hot air oven and turn the temperature 550 degree celsius .. take it out and dissolve in concentrated acid and waste it in a gutter! second... get married!
p.s. ghoomay inn rhaho say jo anjani hai.. par nasha bhi yaaro kuch aur hi hai!!!

Independence aur indus

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