Adnan Farooqui

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?

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.

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

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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