So,
I go,
to Pakistan,
Yo Yo,
it doesnt make sense :p
Its just a tiny window that I have to blog into right now. I have loads of stuff to do and the worst part is i am not very enthusiastic about it . Actually I am not very enthusiastic about going to pakistan either. I dont like it there. I had plans of writing down a list of the reasons why, and post it here. But then most of the people know and its too much and too complicated. In simple words I hate that place.
Amongst the usual, taping cartons, cleaning clothes (after searching them), burning media, collecting what needs to be thrown and what needs to be given, there is some other non travelling related unifinished business. Most of which, i think, will be left that way.
From the ones that I need to get done, is definitely www.MEcampus.com articulation. A further education directory. do check it out once its done, not completely but to the extent that will be put up in the recent future inshALLAH. I had left it pending for so long, I feel bad its not done yet. But the procrastinator I am, you cant expect any better. Oh, and yeah i need to watch War of the Worlds. Steven Spielberg is a magician.
As there is not much that I can think of writing right now I might as well give my brief account of the AUS GRADUATION CEREMONY.
Not at all what I was expecting.
Firstly, coz am a postponer (i know that isnt a word but sthu), I wait for the last day to inform the teachers i want to come. Thereby inducing mrs. Ganesh's wrath on that angel of a person Mrs. Devakran. She is one of the most SPECIAL teachers to me and I am so sorry for being such a pain.
Then she tells me to wear white pants. So now i am rajnikant :P. To make it worse, the pants are baggy. So now i am WEST SIDA RAJNI - CANT!
And I did not know what to wear as a shirt, so i wore some other white crap, which is usually good, but crap with this.
At school every1s 'cool multi color fashion show'. Anyways, to not be much of a problem I dont change the pants. I pay mrs. Devakran. We get the coats and the 'I WILL NEVER FIT ON YOUR HEAD UNTIL YOU CONQUER MY ELASTIC STRAP' caps. And go to the hall.
With congratulations and smiles we are greeted on stage by the principal and a distracted mrs. Ganesh, after a long [sarcasm] VERY VERY EXTREMELY FABULOUS AND ENTERTAINING AND INTERESTING[/sarcasm] round of speeches from a million personalities. Although the flashback video done by some girl was really very good :)
So we werent able to eat coz we had to do the class photographs. And it felt relieving to throw the caps as well as 'movie like':P. However later on we did loadsa, personal photosessions with my fav teachers .. and came back home.
Which reminds me, Muddu and I gave Mrs. Seema Bhaumic the card. At first she thought it was just an ordinary card but when she opened it for the real thing, she was overwhelmed. Atleast what it seemed like. She kept dabbing her eyes to stop the tears and she didnt say a word, only smiled. She didnt cry either, but it was sure darn gonna burst.
It was lovely, I was very happy. Thats the best I have ever felt, after making somone cry.
Quote of the Day :- All great things are not better.
PS: Somewhere in this post there is a picture of the card, I dont know where they placed it, but thats the card.
I was at ABRA again. Past 10. I waited for the boat to leave the edge and it felt awkward to see my friend standing on the pavement; waiting for the boat to leave. And so it reversed after the last lady boarded on, the grey pollution emptying the boats body into air and water. I covered my nose and mouth.
I was hoping to see her again. I knew she wont come full but that doesnt hide the beauty; at least for me. I saw something glow. It was the neon board again.
The sky wasnt cloudy, from what i could make out of it. So I searched and searched a little more, the black skies over the sea. While underneath, the black waters danced quickly away. We were travelling fast.
Time was to get off now. As scared as I am, I jumped off last. I walked the rest of the way home, on a usual route, when suddenly after the castle center, there was an unconcious change in plans.
So I walked the OTHER way and half way down the street, I see her.
Well, not completely. An army of black clouds like horses, surrounded the beautiful woman between them. They raced constantly..... in circles? I dont know. But it was hard to see her in full grace. And hard to see her shine. Even harder to try to free her.
Nonetheless, it was as animated as weekend, only that this was in the heavens ... in space.
While everyone below took no heed, the moon shone calmly from behind the moving bars. Waiting .. if somone could see her, someone could free her....
.... or just love her, if nothing else.
I am suffering from INSOMNIA once again. Perhaps its a choice or maybe just a state that I have implied on my self. Not that it matters, but I sort of enjoy it. Been up for over 52 hours now and am not planning to sleep this night as well. Got alot to do.
And to add cream to the cake, i had been walking from my home - Burdubai - my home again. That is why I say RED BULL is good. On my way back, i felt a little weak. But i knew that i needed to stay up and awake and well have to work all night, so i cant doze off. So I bought redbull.
I have been on red bull many times before but its always been for MIND work and game. Today was the first time it had a purpose, more physical. And as soon as the first few drops of RED BULL rejuvinated my oesophagus / throat, I felt an amazing urge to RUN; but I didnt, coz well Red bull could spill off and I didnt want that to happen. Anyways keeping aside all the SO CALLED side effects that it had/has, it still does best what it is made for. "REVITALISES MIND AND BODY".
On the other hand, the walk was good. I got the card for the teacher. Also I got to know that I am VERY SALTY. This I can say because of the ammount of white lines that mark my shirt and pant which are due to the salt content in my sweat.
Morever, I realised how beautiful ABRA is. Usually I am with my friends so I never notice but today as I was alone half the way, it was really very statisque. To add to the beauty was the FULL MOON. The circular disc of radiant light glowed over the sea and moved with the boat .. with me. And then i noticed another glowing. A more powerful one from behind a mosque. It was a neon board. As I rode, there was a steady change of life. The Abra is a monumental place of hertige and modern scenary. The windtowers lingering the arabian foreworld at the banks on one side, and the glass towers imaging the economically stable Arab on the other. Even the harbour with ancient wooden ships stands large, while amongst them I could see the more technologically advanced powerboats and moving restaurants roaming the black currents. And to top it off, the clear, full Moon.
Hmm.. wonderful, it is.
I think i will make a move now. I have already been up late and alot to do. Also, i just noticed that when i last cleaned my keyboard yesterday, I have mixed up some of the keys and my comma's and fullstops are haywired. :P
gtg change, Ma3salaam.
Quote of the day:- Its easier to hate than understand.
I'd never thought I'd ever post something cheesy. So if you are a solid-i-dontlike cheesy gay stuff like flowers and cakes and chesse itself- sorta person, you can stop reading. But then if you are also an-i- am so always very curios and i dont care whether the cat dies or not- sorta person then you can carry on. Either ways, you have been warned.
So, Mohd is gone. Not off this planet, but off the arabian penninsula atleast :P. I went to see him off on the airport.
As much as I wanted it to be something grand, it was just the same. "Good bye and i love you" and a hug. We had already given him a gift(and for all the loosers who havent paid, I want my money:P), so I didnt give him anything else. Although I thought we could share ICE TEA together but the can fell off my hand when i called in the trolly.
Ok, here's another embarrassing part. As soon as he reached the airport, I came in with a trolly so that to help them put their bags. BUT LAA! .. they had already called a coolie, and well .. I had to take them trollies back .. :P. I could here wicked laughter inside the car. Both of his sisters laughing their heads off. I dont go off well with his sister anyways so .... monkey!!
Anyways everything else went pretty smooth. I sneaked my way into the Baggage lounge but well, I didnt need to, coz they werent checking. Hence all my covert ducking and scrambling was nothing but to my own enjoyment.
Mohd's been and will be a pappu friend always. He wasnt exactly a perfect definition of the CALL ME ANY TIME friend. I mean when you call him at 3 Am he wud go like WTF? not coz of the time but coz he was expecting somone else's call .. :P LOL. Jokes aside, LOADS Of DUA for him, in whatever he is gonna do their which is RIGHT!. And hopefully he gets me good stuff when he comes back:). Thanx for the pappu time and your broad shoulder for my drool. And thanx alot for holding me back and bearing all the gaaliyan and smacks on the back. Also, hmmm .. also .... whatever dude you know i love ya! (not in any homosexual way).
May Allah Give You The Best of Both Worlds - AameenQuote of the day :- NUMA NUMA YEAH!
.. blog tonight.
Even though there is much to write, there isnt much time left for the sun to break in through the threads of my room's beige curtain. Ummmm, well there is BUT I'd like to use that to watch smallville instead.
I have completed the compilation of Season 4 and there are 4 more eps to go till I finish watching it. Why I give prefference to SMALLVILLE over -the all so happening- BLOGGING is cause i havent been able to watch it for the past 2 days. And I miss clark ... ummm .. i mean all that superman thingee .. (dont get me wrong:P). So I shall switch off the lights .. get under my sheets put on the head phones and play .. SMALLVILLE.
Next blog.... Graduation Party.
Quote of the day:- almost an angel, so heaven she lost. (am thinking of writing more on it)
... or somewhat 4 years, am not really sure, but lets keep it that way; my balcony undergoes the cleaning process. Whose the RAMBO? None other than L u D a himself!!
So, my rooms balcony is split into 2 portions. The side under the AC and the side NOT UNDER the AC. I began with the easier one, NOT UNDER THE AC.
It was a tattered carton that rested in one corner upon which heaps and loads of childhood history was stacked. However, I had to make my way through to that end coz the balcony was clogged with BS, thanks to the cleaner who throws anything which he cant put any where else, in the balcony. So I got a black garbage bag and began my short but sweaty journey.
Even at 3 in the morning as in 3 am, i was sweating like it was raining. Anyhow, as I began emptying the cardboard of forgotten crap from the top, I came across some torn and chewed up plastic bags. My first impression was RATS. This building has had a history of them and I wasnt gonna take any chances. I made my way carefully going one at a time. Although half way through the box I realised that this place was extremely unhygenic for any life or life form to survive, let alone inhabit.
Next I turned my head to the OTHER side of the 'viewing space'. Now I was so hundred percent sure that there is life under those bags and dirt, wet by the AC water. It was a perfect enviroment and well I had seen a lizard earlier to guarantee their existance.
So, my bro got me BAYGON and a broken aluminium, floor viper handle so I initiated the second half. It was going smooth till there came a wet book. I was careful all round, and as I knew about the cockroaches and there love of paper (from experience); I made a gentle move to press the book with my foot. Up they swarmed, slowly, but not as many as I had expected. With my faithful green friend in my arms, I pressed the nozzle onto them. They ran hay wire up the wall. But am a genius, so I sprayed the walls with BAYGON. They couldnt crawl anymore. one by one they died their way up the wall and fell.
I cleared the rest and then vaccumed the place (we have a carpet there).
Anyways, I did this till morning, and then I had some free time. After which I cleaned the Computer Table. Next stop is the clothes cupboard. I havent slept yet and neither am I planning to until ISHA, so am finally gonna get a set routine (inshALLAH). Nonetheless I do feel tired and am running on 2 panadols every 5-6 hours, so dont bug me until tomorrow .. :P
Oh yeah, also am a lil annoyed and impatient. I have been wiping my face off my shirt all day and new zits and acne have already started to show up. Which is pathetic coz i just started loosing them. *sigh* whatever!
Quote of the day:- Cleaning makes me happy.
It was a good event on the whole.
Thumbs up to the organisers partly because they pulled it off pretty neat and partly coz even though i made every subconcious effort as to not to make it to the BIG BANG; I did after all.
My efforts included:-
0 Not buying the ticket
0 Loosing the ticket which a friend bought for me
0 Arriving an hour later than the gates close
0 Not wearing accurately to the dress code.
Anyways, the best part was the re-union with the old people and a get together with the present ones. Even though there was not alot of talking with the older ones, seeing them there was good enough.
I spent most of my time with Saad, Maaz & gang and Muddu. Saad seemed high even on water in the begining but we had fun. Maaz and gang and me were cracking up and pretty much having a lame competition. Muddu well theres not much to say, I can spend all my time with him and we wont get bored.
The other good part was the award ceremony, which i missed. However, I was awarded 2 people's choice award - no.1 being SUPERHERO and no.2 being BEST PERSONALITY which I retain from last year and its an honor at that. Thankyou for all who voted .... for me .. :P ;) :D.
Moving to a few cynical shades of yesterday's event. It was wierd, having seen them all year round with a complete head cover, to show off vibrant hairstyles in yesterday's party. Not that I was awestruck or something, but it just didnt feel right. It wasnt with all of them but well quite alot.
Another was the belly dancing part. I made a move out while many shifted to the video recording capabilities of their cell phones. I dont know how it was but from what I had seen in a bigger commercial event earlier, it isnt very decent. Nevertheless I made use of that time to report to a friend by my mobile. However this "outstanding" made me miss another 'hero' move by my friend which i wouldnt like to talk about. As much as I dont find it very impressive the only good was his huge courage factor.
The food was late but that made me eat like a camel. Considering I hadnt eaten all day, I guess its allright.
Thats about it for a personal report on big bang.
Quote of the day :- The truth is, you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt (TAKING BACK SUNDAY) - courtesy dayaan.
I got the PSP. USA. Firmware 1.5 and i am ecstatic....
GAaaaahhhahahaha .. Muaahaahahahahah .. Bhud bhud bhud .. Bigh bgh hahahsagda .. DOMB DOMB DOMB DOMB DOMB .. BLECHAAAAAA HAAIIYEEEEE YAAA YAAA YOOOOOOOOOOOOoo .. BROOOOooooOOOOoooM BROOOOOoooooooOOOOOMM .. brirrirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......... bish b-dish dish ..
ok .. i am cool now.
Its the MOST ULTIMATE GAMING HANDHELD CONSOLE. I got a SM-2 UMD MOVIE and Twisted Metal Head On along with the Value pack for 1325.
Now dont tell me its a bit too much. I have paid and i dont want to regret.
Besides, there are other ways to regret. My Dad for example. Gave me those silent killer words last night, that have almost murdered every spark of the 'PSP excitement' in me. I slept as early as allowed, yesterday night. I didnt look into his eyes, I havent yet.
His anger is never outrageous, the way it used to be. I have seen my dad change, from the energetic to a more calm and wiser person. And person that hits the heart, both when caring and when furious.
Anyways, the point being, he is not happy with my expenditure on a gaming device, which can play movies and mp3's too. My argument (which i havent disclosed) is that we are leaving the place forever soon (not now but soon) and I prolly wont ever get a job again. This is what i wanted, something to cherish something that would last me for a long time, something which when i go to Pakistan i can remember as MAJOR that i got it from Dubai(its perhaps stupid, but my feelings are real) . I couldnt certainly ask dad to buy me one, so i had to earn it my self.
Nevertheless, he didnt seem as upset today as he sounded yesterday. He has been talking to me properly and well it seems pretty ok. But I am not taking any chances with it. I am still carefull at my talk and what I do, and in keeping the PSP as far aways as I can.
Quote of the day :- Understanding is still a problem of the age groups.
[rant]
TRANSITION METALS CAN GO EAT POO!!
and when its done with it .. EAT SOME MORE .. you pathetic no class piece of utter bull crap and monkey shit.
Also CAMBRIDGE BUMS! ... those dum white colored dophus's cant make proper booklets, so that a normal human being can read, cant make out shites piece of anything. Like reading ancient heroglyphs on paper.
I hope these metals fill up the cambrige lobby from the underground to the ceiling and suffocate them to mortal inexistence ..
donkay.
[/rant]
There is not much time left for anything thats about to end.
For the good, its exams. Ending on Jun 8th which is just 2 days from now. Speaking of which, there is not much time left for me to study either. I dont know bull crap in transition elements and its a long way to go. I have wasted a whole week on not studying. Or atleast 5 days. Furthermore, I could've gotten the card i was searching for, but I never looked in the right places. And well, i wasted more time. Also i wasted money.. and am still at it.
Enough about me, my cousin now. He's just come back from paki and hopefully if he's staying long enough, am looking forward to alot of fun and outing ... with him ofcourse. It was funny the way he came. The family kept it a secret all along, but just before 2 hours of his arrival time (because the flight was delayed) I get an instant message on microsoft's cute-helpful-msn messenger beta 7, 'Is he there yet?' from one of the cousins in PAKILAND. The bubble burst the cat out and what not. Although I havent met him yet, coz the flight was pretty late at night (delayed ofcourse).
Switching tracks, I recently came to know about a friend. Well, he's been a friend for a very long time, but it was just a lil more than acquaintance. He's been made a center of fun and what not very frequently and well, I used to join the party. But since I got to know the other side of the funny side, my respect for him has climbed leagues. He's the strongest of all the people (my age group) I know for now; and even though it may not seem to be as such .. it is. May Allah Bless You and Help you in all times - Aamen.
Quote of the day:- The world is not the end.
No its nothing deep, it just the brand name of the medicinal spray that rests on my shoulder and neck at the moment. A searing pain grew while i slept and when i woke up i put on deep heat to fight the quite monster. Its good enough actually, Deep Heat smells bad ass. Infact so strong, that my fart smells like a decent jasmine air freshner when compared (yes, its been tested).
Anyways, I lead Maghrib Salah last night ... again. Not that I am flying proud about it, but its good and I like to do that. However a part of me doesnt.
Its a great thing actually. What bothers me is am I worthy of it?
A position like such demands certain characteristics and qualities, clearly hard for me to have them. At that moment in the mosque, its just three people and 2 of them push you coz either you have a beard or they are not confident enough or maybe they know that they themselves are not worthy.
Leading the prayers is actually very honorable, and not that I dont want to do it again, its just the thought that "SHOULD I be doing it", scrapes within the walls of my mind.
On the other hand, its a wierd sensation as well, coz as you order, a group of people who dont even know you (and after the prayers you may never see them again) do exactly as you tell them to do. Its Powerful. But only powerful enough for one to do what the ALMIGHTY wants them to. Me, I am just a connector, an integral one at that.
However, even if its a great thing, its not very. Many of us think that if we pray 5 times a day and fast regular, then we are pious. We are not.
Salah is imperative to a muslim, its obligatory, only because man is forgetful. Salah is just a daily reminder to oneself about Allah. Its been enforced so that we do not forget our Lord the way we usually do. Hence Salah is not piety, its just the first step. Therefore, for those who dont pray, they are no where close to what iman really is (and yes they should start) and those who do, there is more to come.
Like Iqbal said .. SITAARON SAY AAGAY JAHAN, AUR BHEE HAIN
ABHEE ISHQ KAY IMTAHAN, AUR BHEE HAIN
(line1 - there are more places, even after the stars)
(line2 - there are more tests of love, even after this)Quote of the day - Sometimes the most unimportant of all people tell you things that the most important of all people could never say.. well .. they couldnt, coz you are important to them.
