It's kind of a funny story

Blogging is most definitely one of the passions that I am crazy about, and whenever I buy a new device, ease of blogging is something that I look for as it is my first and foremost priority.

I discovered posterous about a year back and was immediately hooked to it because it was surprisingly easy to use, long story short, I loved it and I still do ! Well atleast for personal blogging through Which i rant and rave, for pro blogging Wordpress is hands down, the king.

So anyway, day before yesterday I was fortunate enough to be able to buy an iPod touch 4g, and man is this thing slim! Although I do have to make a confession and that is that this is my first Apple device and I literally am loving it. I still am trying to get use to the on screen keyboard due to which I am making a lot of typing errors, and the autocorrect is turning out to be a pain in the as, however putting my incompetency aside, I love this thing!

So now I've found the posterous app for iOS, and he funny thing now is that I will be posting shit up on this blog whenever I want to because the app makes it so much easier to do so!

Adnan.

Yahoo!'s Corporate Language

This is totally true. I blogged about this earlier, its amazing to see how these companies and cons try to weave their way out of grilling by such statements!

I am continually in anthropological awe at large organizations and the people who work there. Today's example: This bit of opacity from a Yahoo spokesthingie in response to a NYT reporter asking whether Yahoo could confirm rumored plans to shut down the popular Delicious service, among other things:

The secret to Online Flirting

These are the essentials of flirting. Must read.

"Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?," asked Shakespeare. Now, women of the world have replied: "No, just tell me I have beautiful lips."

A new survey of online flirting by dating website Badoo.com has found that the best Internet chat-up line for men to use is: "You have beautiful lips."

"We have found the Holy Grail of flirting," said Badoo Director of Marketing Lloyd Price.

The site, which boasts 87 million registered users worldwide, analysed the success rates of opening lines from nearly 200,000 online flirtations in 11 languages over the course of one month to come up with a "Compliment Success Index."

Site users were invited to use one of 12 different chat-up lines. Each complimented an aspect of a woman's body or appearance. Researchers measured the success rate of each line in two ways: first, their success at prompting any response at all; second, their success at launching a longer conversation -- one going back and forth at least four times.

Complimenting a woman's lips was the most successful overall, but other lines worked best in particular countries.

American, French, Italian or Brazilian women were more responsive to "You dress beautifully." Brits preferred praise for their legs, Spaniards responded to compliments about their hair, while Germans and Canadians preferred skin praise. Dutch and Portuguese women liked: "You have beautiful ears."

Jo Hemmings, a British behavioural psychologist said women responded best to compliments about their lips because it's a bold approach that seems more personal.

"What many women want is for men to take the initiative and not be wishy-washy," Hemmings said in a statement accompanying the survey. "A lot of men on dating sites send a sort of generic message and women recognize something that hasn't been customised for them."

David Givens, American author of the book, "Love Signals: A Practical Field Guide to the Body Language of Courtship" said the results made sense because women focus a lot of attention on their lips.

"From adolescence onwards, they cosmetically adorn their lips, applying lipstick and colours. They have been doing so since ancient Egypt."

Source: http://us.mobile.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE6BD3DC20101214
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"Whatever" is the most irritating word, says a poll.

I can totally related to this. Whenever somebody says this word in front of me, I just flip out and get my ninja on to kick some ass!

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Whatever you think about using grating words, at the end of the day it's actually better not to say whatever, if you know what I mean.

http://us.mobile.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE6BE5TL20101215?fe...

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Airports To Me

Well, here I am again, in the departure lounge of the Allama Iqbal International Airport, Lahore. Its the same procedures, the same security checks, the same formalities etc etc... However sometimes there are incidents which make these highly boring trips, one to remember.

For Those Who Practice Exams

Someone tweeted me this pic while we were hving discussions about not studying and wasting time on Twitter even when we've an exam due tomorrow. It goes without saying, this picture is truly hilarious and its not just me, i know most of you will definitely be able to relate to this picture.

So without further ado, here it is!

 

See what i mean? :p

 

Adnan.

 

Photo courtesy of Haris Nadeem.

Love Bites

What a drastically dramatic, chaotic, hectic and rather irritating two days it has been. Its a story of confused, infatuated university students, who seek my advise in matters relating to their hearts.

So what exactly is the story here?

A Case study on wedding Decisions

A Case study on wedding Decisions (Average 30 yrs)

COST:

200,000 Marriage Expenses

15,000 Monthly expenditure

3,000 Wife's monthly maintenance

RETURNS: SEX

First 5yrs Weekly 3 Times

Next 5 yrs Weekly 1 Time

Next 10yrs Once in 15 days

Next 10yrs Once in a month

Meaning

1400 times sex in 30years for an estimated expenditure of a whooping 6,680,000 + Opportunity cost of 200,000 spent on wedding at 7% for 30 years as per current Post -tax Fixed Deposit Interest rate 2,984,890

=9,964,890

CALCULATIONS

A Man spends 7120 for each time he has sex with his Wife

CONCLUSION:

Outsourcing is cheaper! :p
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$93,000 Cancer Drug.

BOSTON - Cancer patients, brace yourselves. Many new drug treatments cost nearly $100,000 a year, sparking fresh debate about how much a few months more of life is worth.

The latest is Provenge, a first-of-a-kind therapy approved in April. It costs $93,000 and adds four months' survival, on average, for men with incurable prostate tumors. Bob Svensson is honest about why he got it: insurance paid.

"I would not spend that money," because the benefit doesn't seem worth it, says Svensson, 80, a former corporate finance officer from Bedford, Mass.

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If I Were A Member Of The Parliament

If I were a member of the parliament.

Being a Parliamentarian is not merely a perk of being in power, its not about having front row seats to the political drama that takes place every single day in the Parliament and its not about maintaining your face value, as a "respectable" Parliamentarian. What I aim to achieve in the next few paragraphs, is that I shall try to explain to the best of abilities, the righteous duties of a Parliamentarian, and of course, logically linking to the topic as to what I can do, if I were a member of the Parliament.

What Israel wants from the Palestinians, it takes

By colonizing the West Bank and depriving Palestinians of basic rights, Israel has made a two-state solution impossible. Israel's ambassador to the U.S., Michael B. Oren, argues in his Sept. 15 Times Op-Ed article that Israelis want peace, and I believe him. They've said so often enough. But the Israelis want lots of other things too. Read more : http://link.latimes.com/r/P7B0FH/S77GG/0EA4EE/327IR/NJGHTU/PJ/h
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My Bed

Just made my bed, its more of a charpayi actually.
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35000 feet.

Written on my Blackberry, En-route to Lahore at 35000 feet. Staring out the window in a rather pensive mood, I let me gaze linger about the horizon, pleased with the disposition, as it is, un-defyingly endless. Today has been a totally chaotic day. With less then 3 hours to spare, I woke up, rather was woken up today only to find that I had packed absolutely NOTHING. It isn't like I was going for a vacation, I was returning to my hostel for about 2 months, maybe more. I hadn't picked out the clothes that I was supposed to take along, hell I hadn't even picked out the clothes I was supposed to wear to the airport. Anyway, in purely chaotic disarray, the packing was completed and the cases locked and loaded in the car. I reached the airport, with only 45 minutes to spare. I went through the security check quickly, feeling relieved as it wasn't crowded, but what did I know fate had a nasty surprise planned out for me. Just as I turned to head towards the check in counters, my jaw literally dropped in astonishment. Swear words started flying out as I saw hundreds of heads badgering ignorant PIA staff at those counters. I was damn sure that I was going to miss my flight. Anyhow, in the nick of time, I made it to the check in counter, went through all of the processes and finally sat down in the plane. Even though I was hungry like shit, PIA just served me a very tiny sandwich and ice-cream. That's the service we get for exorbitant rates that are whisked out of our pockets. Nevertheless, I'm on my way to Lahore, hope the weather is okay down there, and hope and pray to Allah that I finally get able to study. Sent from my BlackBerry® Smartphone provided by Ufone

My Endless Love

Lionel Richie - My Endless Love. This has to be the pinnacle of all love songs. Love, let's define love. Attraction? Affection? Inclination? - bullshit. Ever try seeing the "other" side of this phenomena? What about the broken hearts? The hurt feelings? The bad memories? Who accounts for them?

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Flying High!

Ai'te people! After over 4 months of lazying around and doing stupid things in this awesome city of Karachi, I finally bid you all farewell, as I sit on the uncomfortable PIA seat inside the place. Adios Amigos!

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Ultimate Kick ass joke, a must read!

Well Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you guys enjoyed this little "broadcast" of jokes. They've been synced with blogspot and wordpress as well. Stay cool and stay smiling.
One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, ".. and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!" The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that farmer said?" One little girl raised her hand and said, "I think he said: 'Holy Shit! A talking chicken!'" The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.
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Kick ass jokes compilation no. 3

5. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?" The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone, "Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron."
6. When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said, "Mommy, you are getting fat!" I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy." "I know," she replied, but what's growing in your butt?"
7. A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, "Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine.." His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you doing?" The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math homework, Mom." "And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked. "Yes," he answered. Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, "What are you teaching my son in math?" The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition." The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?" After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."
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Kick ass jokes compilation no. 2

1. A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was dead. "How do you know that the cat was dead?" she asked her pupil. "Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move," answered the child innocently. "You did WHAT?!" the teacher exclaimed in surprise. "You know,"explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and it didn't move."
2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later... "Da-ad.." "What?" "I'm thirsty. Can you bring drink of water?" "No, You had your chance. Lights out." Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad..." "WHAT?" "I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??" I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!" Five minutes later.. "Daaaa-aaaad..." "WHAT!" "When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?"
3. An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'"
4. One summear evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?" The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room." A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The big sissy."

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Kick ass jokes compilation no. 2

1. A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was dead. "How do you know that the cat was dead?" she asked her pupil. "Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move," answered the child innocently. "You did WHAT?!" the teacher exclaimed in surprise. "You know,"explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and it didn't move."
2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later... "Da-ad.." "What?" "I'm thirsty. Can you bring drink of water?" "No, You had your chance. Lights out." Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad..." "WHAT?" "I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??" I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!" Five minutes later.. "Daaaa-aaaad..." "WHAT!" "When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?"
3. An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'"
4. One summear evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?" The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room." A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The big sissy."

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Kick ass jokes compilation no. 1

1. A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter." Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane Sugarbrown." The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, "Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?" She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not."
2. A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with the boys?" Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough." The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?"
3. A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a snack cake. The barber says to her, "Sweetheart, you're gonna get hair on your Twinkie." She says, "Yes, I know, and I'm gonna get boobs too."

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Joke no. 3

2 sardar were fixing a bomb in a car.
Sardar 1: What would you do if the bomb
explodes while fixing.
Sardar 2: Dont worry, I have one more.

Boss: Where were you born?
Sardar: India..
Boss: which part?
Sardar: What 'which part'? Whole body was born in India..

Sardar: What is the name of your car?
Lady: I forgot the name, but is starts with 'T'.
Sardar: Oh, what a strange car, starts with Tea. All cars that I know start with petrol.

Sardar joined new job. 1st day he worked till late evening on the computer. Boss was happy and asked what you did till evening.
Sardar: Keyboard alphabets were not in order, so I made it alright.

Museum Administrator: That's a 500-year-old statue u've broken.
Sardar: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one.

At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!
Sardar: Control yourself. Don't cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?

Sardar: U cheated me.
Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.
Sardar: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says this is 'All India Radio! '

NOW THE LAST TWO ULTIMATE:
In an interview, Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?
Sardar: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. .....
Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.
Sardar: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup...

Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?
Sardar: An old king's skeleton..
Tourist: Who's that smaller skeleton next to it?
Sardar: That was same king's skeleton when he was a child.

A sardar appearing in medical entrance test gives definitions as follows:

Antibody: against everbody

Artery: study of fine paintings

Genes: blue denim

Labor Pain: hurt at work

Liposuction: French kiss

Microbes: small dressing gowns

Cardiology: advance study of playing cards

Cat Scan: searching for lost kitty

Coma: Punctuation mark

Bacteria: back door to a cafeteria !!!! Sent from my BlackBerry® Smartphone provided by Ufone

Joke no. 2

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While

suffering

the agonies of impending death, he suddenly

smelled the aroma

of his favourite scones wafting up the

stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength, and

lifted himself

from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly

made his way

out of the bedroom, and with even greater

effort, gripping the

railing with both hands, he crawled

downstairs.

With laboured breath, he leaned against the

door-frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it

not for death's

agony, he would have thought himself already

in heaven, for

there, spread out upon the kitchen table were

literally hundreds of his favourite scones.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of

love from his

devoted Irish wife of sixty years, seeing to

it that he left

this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw

himself

towards the table, landing on his knees in

rumpled posture.

His aged and withered hand trembled towards a

scone at the

edge of the table, when it was suddenly

smacked by his wife

with a wooden spoon ......

.........

.........

Fuck off' she said, 'they're for the

funeral.'
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Joke no. 1

There was a boy whose parents were very strict in his upbringing.

They never allowed him to meet any girls, except his own relatives.

However, one day he saw one of his best friends kissing a girl and he went to his mother and asked her what they were doing.

His mother told him, "It's called kissing and any boy who does that to a girl will die that very minute!"

On his 21st birthday he went out with some friends who introduced him to one of the sweetest girls around town.

She knew that he had never been kissed before. When she eventually got some time alone with him, she tried to kiss him but he resisted.

She asked him, "What are you afraid of, it won't hurt."

He said, "My mother said if I kiss a girl I'll die this very minute!!"

She replied, "Don't be a baby, now come on kiss me." With that she gave him a hot one square across the lips.

He began to cry, "Oh no I'm going to die!!!"

She said, "Why are you going to die?"

He replied, "I've just kissed you and already one part of me has begun to get stiff!" Sent from my BlackBerry® Smartphone provided by Ufone

Joke no. 1

There was a boy whose parents were very strict in his upbringing.

They never allowed him to meet any girls, except his own relatives.

However, one day he saw one of his best friends kissing a girl and he went to his mother and asked her what they were doing.

His mother told him, "It's called kissing and any boy who does that to a girl will die that very minute!"

On his 21st birthday he went out with some friends who introduced him to one of the sweetest girls around town.

She knew that he had never been kissed before. When she eventually got some time alone with him, she tried to kiss him but he resisted.

She asked him, "What are you afraid of, it won't hurt."

He said, "My mother said if I kiss a girl I'll die this very minute!!"

She replied, "Don't be a baby, now come on kiss me." With that she gave him a hot one square across the lips.

He began to cry, "Oh no I'm going to die!!!"

She said, "Why are you going to die?"

He replied, "I've just kissed you and already one part of me has begun to get stiff!" Sent from my BlackBerry® Smartphone provided by Ufone

Joke Alert!

People!
I'm gonna post some real good jokes I dug up while I was cleaning my folder. Stay tuned. Sent from my BlackBerry® Smartphone provided by Ufone

Mad Men

I'm raving mad, I'm angry and I'll rip anybody's head off who tries to poke their finger in me.

Eid Mubarak !

Wishing the Admin and all contributors a very happy Eid Mubarak from Mexico !

Regards,
Carlos Avion Elcarmuniez
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Karachi Rains, Season 2 Premier

Well ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, what do ya know! Its raining again in our beloved city of lights, Kawachee!

Angelina Jolie in Pakistan.

You've all seen and "loved" her in the Original Sin, Fire fox, Mojave Moon, you've all gaped at her moves in Wanted and now, you're probably wandering who Evelyn Salt is...

The Nightmares

Following is a post from this blog , owned by a very nice friend of mine, Omar Farooq.

His writings, are truly and absolutely brilliant. Here is one such post, which i found to be totally enlightening. 

Without much further ado, here it is.

The Nightmares

Following is a post from this blog , owned by a very nice friend of mine, Omar Farooq.

His writings, are truly and absolutely brilliant. Here is one such post, which i found to be totally enlightening. 

Without much further ado, here it is.

Feast fit for kings!

Imagine you're still a bit flimsy from the gigantic dose of anaesthesia you received, you're still drugged from something the flirty, squeaky and giggly nurse gave to you in the morning, you've been without food and water for about 12 hours, there was a tube down your mouth, so your throat is sore like shit, which means you can't swallow or gulp without having tears in your eyes, you're in the top-notch-est hospital of your city and are paying a shit-load of money for their services, you expect a nice, patient friendly meal to be presented to you once its okayed by the doctor, but woah! WTF is this?!

Yes ladies and pervs, this is what was presented today, I'm like, dude sorry but wtf? Can't you like distinguish between a patient who you operated upon for like a bajillion hours and a fat all time eating bastard? I mean come on! For crying out loud! Are you out of your fracking minds? Or maybe you need to climb back in your mothers "v-gina" and cook a little..

This is not what you serve a patient having cholesterol and hypertension issues! You're operating a hospital, hire some damn nutritionists people!

Really, its sad..

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Goods collected at Relief Camp.

Goods at Relief Camp for #pkfloods #HelpPakistan . #Rotary #Rotaract #Karachi http://tweetphoto.com/41546278 #Pakistan

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Bravo! I'm screwed yet again.

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, go screw yourselves. Yet again, one more time.. Life screws me over. Today was the day, after literally months of procrastination, I'd managed to start getting some work done right after sehri -which means I sacrificed my beauty sleep. Its been long since I'd stopped canoodling with Adobe Photoshop, 4 years to be exact. I started getting acquainted with it slowly and gradually when finally I started designing my business card. Work went smoothly I must say, with little to no setbacks whatsoever. I got done with the design, the logos and fonts, when finally the moment came where I had to actually write the information required. I thought, why not take a break, grab a notepad and a pencil and get creative. So using my pirate instincts, I added a movie to my bittorrent, and turned off the monitor while I doodled on the notepad. After about 30 minutes or so, I suddenly remember that I had to set up a new blog, register a domain for it and make another email I'd, as nothing has come to mind for being written, I decided to get over with all of this stuff and hopefully by then something would eventually pop into this idiot box. To my utter surprise, the monitor didn't come on. I swore, thrice, then frantically checked all the cables and connections but to no avail. Then I swore again, and went away from it. So there you have it people, the day I think of finally completing the process of launching my organization, my monitor screws up, does feel quite right, does it?

Anyway, after all this, I feel like I have space-dementia. I'll go and meditate with Yuko. Toodles. Adnan
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Let me drown.

In the eyes of the beholder

The Nuptial Knot

Aah yes, ever so nice to see such a sight, two people, drowned in depths of love, vow, till death do them part, its the beginning of a new life, the dawn of a new era as some would put it, as then two bodies, two minds and two souls, come together to live as one, till death do them part :).

My way of getting over grief

One word: Coke (the one you drink)

As much as I want the contents of this glass to become some alcohol rich liquid that would somehow numb the feeling of pain that has been inflicted upon me by life in very recent times, this performs just well, though I merely take it to be purely a physcological effect. Extra chilled Coke, half a glass that is, keep twirling it around with your fingers as if you would do when at a bar, and get lost deep into the never ending valley of thoughts. Most people (read girls) grieve over ice cream, I wouldn't discourage that, though teeth ache is not my cookie. Some people would do drugs, coke, hash, crystal meth, marijuana etc etc.. Many just smoke, my personal favourite being Marlboro Lights, totally love that packet!

So anyway, this is my personal remedy of beating loneliness and pain, though this is a perfect potion for slow death, keeping the acidity of Coke in mind. So cheer up my screwed up just like me friends, whenever life screws you, relax, open up a bottle of Coke and pour yourself some.. Sure to make you last the night alone :)

Adnan
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My Photography

Sort of a favourite pass time of mine.. I'm still an amateur though. Check them out, feel free to share :)

Touch The Heart

There are certain things in life that touch the heart. It may be the gentle smile of a little child, it may be the affection of the elderly or the touch of a mother. But most importantly....

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Damn them iPods

So, its 12:41 a.m. in the night, I’m bearing migraine, looking at this blank sheet of Word, not having the slightest idea about what am I going to write about, my blackberry keeps buzzing with emails from a loved one, I’m glad I switched to a blackberry Smartphone, my life has been so much easier after this, though a bit hard on the pocket since I have BIS active on it but nonetheless worth it, it keeps me connected round the clock to the person that matters the most, kudos to RIM for making such a phenomenal phone.


So basically these days I’m following the regular routine, wake up early in the morning, send some (read a lot) of emails, then have something to eat, watch some TV, bear an hour of load shedding, then write some more emails, then take a shower, then write a few more emails, attach some pictures along with, go for a drive, maybe have a drink(S) (extra chilled coke that is), wait for replies to my emails then send some more emails, bear another hour of load shedding, go hang out with a friend, come back only to send some more emails till like 4 in the night, watch some TV and finally pass out sometime in the morning which being totally immersed in thought. Nothing extraordinary or entertaining to look forward to in these vacations. *BAH*


My iPod touch died today, may its processor rest in peace. Ladies and Gentlemen, that was one solid case of betrayal, I mean I can’t tell you how much I loved it, whenever it needed a new case, I used to buy it for it, I never dropped it on purpose, I always used to give it juice (read charge) whenever it needed it, sometimes I just kept it on charge so that it maybe properly fed! Damn I even bought a Nano to keep it company! But damn that sorry piece of engineering, it just decided to leave me in this cold harsh music-less world alone on my own, (the Nano is long gone too).


True that I can listen to my favourite tunes on my Blackberry, or in my car, but come on, an iPod is an iPod, plus I could surf the web courtesy of wi-fi while enjoying the music! Yes my Blackberry can do that as well but its bulky man! (and now I get the feeling that my BB, which is getting charged through my laptop as I write, is not going to take this the right way, I hope it doesn’t die on me too! Eeeek!) Jealousy is a very bad thing Mr. Blackberry! (Lets just keep it between us, the BB’s battery drains too quickly)


Plus its really not a good time for your iPod to die when you’re not allowed to buy a new one, infact this just might be one of the most ugliest of all times for a fucktarded iPod to die out, and no i won’t stop cursing that asshat of a music player for what it did to me!


So now, I wait for it to rain iPod, so that I may catch one, (yes only one, you can catch the rest and sell ‘em off to a pathan in the saddar elektraanik market)


P.S. For those of you who’re wondering how my iTouch died, it got washed with my jeans in the washing machine. Hehehe :p


Farooqu|

Everything’s gonna be okay!

Its 5:24 A.M, slowing tunes playing in the background, just finished watching superbad (Seth Rogen's ugliness is oddly fascinating btw) and lamenting over the fact that I have to devote time to my studies too as the biology book stares back at me and says dude, when the fuck will you actually give time to our relationship? (I'm just deciphering what it said to me in book language), Studying is something which should be my prime concern at the moment, but we all are the masters of our fate eh? The self acclaimed kings of the world, the most intelligent of them all and whatever the fuck not, some common beliefs, or rather excuses to cover laziness I presume (to which I've grown quite fond to), are just …….. orgasmic

All right ladies and gentlemen, the motion before the house today is that this house believes that we can make sense out of whatever the fuck that's been written here…… Yeah like that's happening! (author rolls eyes)

Coming down to more pressing issues (no, there's no sexual context to this word), What I've tried to always do, is to somehow bend time to my will, to find some way in which I could stop wasting time and that time starts wasting me (literally), but this just doesn't happen, in any possible way, even if I place fullstops here. Here. And even here. Time just doesn't wait, not for me, not for you and certainly not for any goody two shoe asshole. So that just got me thinking (that's usual, don't give me that look) what if I just try to not be lazy? Yaaay! I have found the holy grail to becoming an intelligent douchebag with a 9 to 5 job aallaadaa fuckin' daaah!

Then ladies, after this startling discovery of mine, I turn on the news, I see people protesting violently against loadshedding and I hear the authorities say that everything is going to be okay, (no fucking idea when), I see victims of a brutal act of terrorism and again I hear the authorities say that everthing is going to be okay (yeah, like you can bring those lives back you morons), I see the common man dying of hunger and I hear the authorities say that everything is going to be okay (yes, we all saw you eating like pigs in that big fucking hotel), I see the chains of poverty, illiteracy, unemployment, thirst, hunger and desolation suffocate a meager man and yet again I hear the authorities say that everything is going to be okay (who the hell are you trying to hoodwink anyway?) and then It just dawned upon me, when this simple sentence can be used after we rationally substantiate all of the problems that we (read, common man) face in the harsh world of today, why can't I just manipulate the implication of this very sentence to cater to my vested interests? Tricky eh?

So the next time anybody bites your ass for something you wouldn't like to do at that moment, tell 'em everything's gonna be okay (hell, the authorities do that all the time!), even if it screws up your whole life (well that's just for you to decide) So, sit back, relax and enjoy the pleasures that this single sentence can bring you. You might just light up your favorite smoke while you're at it.

 

There's too much that time can not erase....

A sentence that has my firm and unshakeable belief. A sentence that has sufficient universality and furthermore a sentence that sums up the entire series of unfortunate events relating to what life bestows on you.

There's too much that time can not erase....

People believe that time with itself washes away all the bad memories, the bad experiences, the obnoxious precedents etc.Yet always ignoring the fact that yes, there are experiences, there are precedents, there are events and most importantly there are certain memories that time can not erase.

 If time had the power of erasing every bad thing, if it had the power of healing all the wounds, if it had the power of making you forget every bad memory, if it had the power of enabling you to forget those crucial elements that are somehow linked with your life, in one way or the other, then there would be no remorse, there would exist no guilt, there would be no single person on earth singing melancholy tunes and furthermore there would not be people sulking over their bad memories or their past inclinations.

What is worth pondering over here is that why people tend to hold on to their past, to such an extent that it may prove to be harmful for their present as well as their future? Why one single mistake committed in the course of one’s life becomes so intimidating that it is perceived that nothing beyond that can be achieved?

I would not rule out the fact that we live in a world with 6 billion people, 6 people having 6 billion different ideologies and hence 6 billion answers to the questions asked above. What matters is that how you categorize and prioritize your life, it is not so that elements from the past or those which may have had any influence whatsoever on your life are essential for your survival in your future.

What some people need, is a change in the status quo, writing it into parliamentary terms, a move to bigger and better things rather than being stuck up with your past which may eventually lead to a future which might not be as per your liking.

Past does hurt the present, and the future. How would I substantiate this claim of mine? Everybody must be aware of a very famous saying that is “Lighting never strikes the same place twice”. So if I am to perceive it as not making the same mistakes again, not being stuck up with elements from your past and looking forward to what good can be achieved in future and how people might prove to be more inclined, would actually result in a better present, and an excellent future.

I rest my case.

 Farooqu|

The Lost Love

I stand alone
In search of someone
Loving and caring,
Who has a promise
To stay with me forever.
I have experienced
A lot of heartaches
And I've lost someone
Who was so dear to me.
There was a time when i used to see
Love in your eyes,
The love, which was wise
True and pure
But I was mistaken,
For it was not meant for me,
But for someone else.
All my hopes were dashed,
My life became dark,
Leaving a deep mark
Of sorrow and pain.
My heart stopped beating,
But i did not cry,
Because i realized that
It was not you....
Who loved me
But it was I who loved you.


Farooqu|