25 Random Things Tag

Finally I think it is time to update my blog. What can be better than a tag at doing this job? Its late in the night and I hear bothin except the fan and what-do-you-call-it of what-do-you-call-it insect that you only hear in the dead stillness of the night. You know what I mean…

Well let’s start by copy pasting the rules here.

Rules: (I seldom follow them)

Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. If I tagged you, its because I want to know more about you.

Okay so, although I haven’t been tagged by anyone, I’m just stealin this post from Leenas’s blog. I won’t be tagging 25, of course not because most of the blogs I read have already done this tag. Here ya go then.

1.      This is the first tag post I’ve ever done. Believe it or not, I’ve been blogging for more than a year now but haven’t done a tag until now.

2.      I really can’t type in a comment, whether ’tis Facebook or blog, without writing a detailed paragraph which expresses whatever I have to say.

3.      I just love books and life would indeed be more than incomplete without them.

4.      I read books in my washroom. So don’t ever borrow a book from me or you’ll have to wash your hands every time you put it down J  

5.      5 is my lucky number. I was born on 5.5.1995 and it was Friday, the 5^th day of a week. We are 5 family members. The room number in which my mom stayed after a successful gall bladder operation was 5. Our car number plate has 5 and our now under-construction home’s address has 5. There are also many other occasions when 5 occurs. Thus proven that five’s a number occurring every now and then in my life.

6.      No matter how late it gets in the night, I never think of hittin the pillow (if it’s a holiday) until dawn.

7.      Once my English language teacher called me Shakespeare of LACAS (my school). And yes my English is the best in my class. No showing off here…

8.       I laugh too much. And I can make you laugh too.

9.      There was a time when I used to wonder how will a person with braces feel. I’ve gotem now and it feels…normal, except for the four days following the monthly visit to the dentist for the tightening of the string…

10.  I don’t like the people who TyP3 LyK DiZ.

11.  I really hate load shedding and almost always skip disk checking whenever I start my PC when the electricity returns cuz patience is a virtue I don’t possess.

12.  I really loathe getting up early on chillin winter mornings for school! I just shudder to think of it and the fact that I’ve to go to school the coming morning and its 3:30 AM right now!

13.  Although a very good student, I just HATE mathematics! Calculations sai tau merii jaan jaati hai…

14.  They say my fingers are too long, like E.T.  :/

15.  I’m polite and meek to such an extent that sometimes I can’t even defend myself.

16.  I’m kanjuus makhkhi chuus when it comes to cell phone credit.

17.  There was a time when I could barely spek an Urdu word when I was 5. I was all Punjaabi. But now, I don’t really recall that time and dunno haw to speak some pure punjaabi with maasis and chachaas workin at our village house.

18.  I’m a whiffler. But the one thing I haven’t changed my opinion in is soccer. Arsenal for life.

19.  I’m an all rounder. I can dance, sing, write, play and stuff of different kinds.

20.  My taste in music differs from my peers a lot. I love to listen Bob Dylan, Beatles, MJ, Elvis etc and just hate the new age guys calling themselves singers like li’l Wayne, Akon. And in urdu and Hindi I love Ustaad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Lata, Mukesh, Rafi, Kishore, Fareeda Khanum and oldies like “C-A-T cat, cat mainii billie. B-O-Y boy, boy mainii larkaa arey hamraa dil terai panjai mein hai tau kia huaa…” and “Hey mr John, yaa baba khan ya lalaa roshandaan. Jo koi mujh ko dekhai ho jai kurbaan…”

21.  How does one whistle? L

22.  I love watchin Hollywood movies. There was a time when I din’t watchem. How’s it possible?

23.  I had started this blog at blogspot and then moved to wordpress because of the better tempelates wordpress has to offer. What do you think? Will WordPress ever allow flash widgets?

24.  I’m usually so lazy I can’t get myself write a post. But when I start writing one, there’s no stopping me.

25.  U always have trouble thinking up a good and proper ending…

There you are! Finally the 25 expressing me. I must go for some slumbering. Its 4 am and have to get up for school on 6 am! Toodle-oo…

 

Where Have I been?

No I haven’t been to London to look at the queen. The answer to this question is far less innovative and yet obvious. I’ve been here in Lahore all the time with my exams hanging over my head like a hanging sword which was just about to fall this morning when I was saved. How? You’ll get to know in a while but first lemme make amends by giving true feasible reasons for my absence from the blogging scene…
I was “netless” again, a tragedy happening every now and then in my life. I think I’ve remained netless for about more than two weeks, which means that I’ve broken my own record of 16 days of misery. Anyways there’ve been a couple of events that’ve also got me busy and distracted. Thanks to these events that I haven’t passed away due to ennui.
On 11th October 2009, Our school had arranged a concert as a tribute to the now-dead longest serving custodian of my school, Lahore College of Arts and Sciences (LACAS). Now the thing I couldn’t get is that do you arrange a concert for a person who’s dead? Will Sir Khalid arrange a musical night if one of his relatives died? I mean Quran Khuwani karwain! Anyways Laal Band, a band who’s songs used to be played on the back ground of the videos and clips where some men are carrying Ali Ahmed Kurd like a Sonain Walaa Bistaraa on Geo news. A very boring kinda band I mean. So we finally arrived at the concert at the Alhamra open air hall where we enjoyed the boring songs like “sadaa aa rahi hai….” And watched the Bonga guitarist going crazy and lying on the floor playing guitar and doing other monkey stuff. Here are some pics from the concert…

Me (the one with the LACAS banner around his neck), Shahzaib, Danai…

me…

Me, rockin…

Me(right) and Shahzaib…

After the concert was over, me, Samar, Baig, Sikandar, Shazaib, Basit and his friend, Wattoo and Shahzaib’s cousin Musa went over to the DERA situated at the outside of the Ghaddafi Stadium. After stuffing our faces with a lot of food, we ate those classic meethai paan from outside the dera. A lot of shughal that was actually and then my bro. who’s in A-levels, who was also there eating with his friends at Deara, told me I’ll be coming back with him. While returning home he and his friend’s went to the Masoom’s Café on the MM Alam road for Cold Coffees. After enjoying our mugs we finally returned to our home. A long day it was, and surely what a day it was!
And then was the operation of my Mom’s gall bladder for stones. The operation took place on 12th October, 2009 and when I returned from the concert, many of my relatives were already here at my place for the next day’s operation. Operation tau Allah Taalah ka shukar hai sahii ho gayaa and then there was, as evry Punjabi family knows, what may call the arrival and departure of guests. Some very near and dear ones while others I get too see once in five years. Aur un ki tau baat hi naa karo who I didn’t know even existed. Obviously I couldn’t prepare for the exams in all this ronaq. But now I think I’ve got a whole week to prepare for them, thanks to the bomb threats…

What is the thing that gets wet as it dries?

This morning when I got up, and returned from the washroom, I couldn’t find this particular thing. You know it’s always a type of quest to find even a little item when your cousins and li’l relatives have been to your place and just departed leaving the mess behind. So I finally found it- the towel. After it got wet as it dried, its user, me , had to face yet another challenge- Where is the uniform located? When I couldn’t find it, I went downstairs and asked the Kaamwali who replied that raat ko phone ayaa thaa and they told that it was a holiday for maybe about a week due to security threats! Yoo-hoo! So now instead of taking advantage of these miraculous holidays, I sit in front of my PC and type this as I continue to hear the sweet chirping of the birds and… **ck these drill machines from the now under construction house in the neighborhood!

22 Bootless Questions

This is a really good thing to do if you haven’t got any idea in your head still wanna write a post . I got this Idea of a post from BMK’s blog. List down all your crazy questions answered and let us know. Do let me know too when anyone of you try a similar post.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:

Lying on my computer table is “the World of Jeeves” by Wodehouse and the 18 page’s 4^th line says… lemme see “…smoking one of his special cigars in the stables. He got after me…”

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?

The wall shared by my bathroom and my bedroom I’m sittin in.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

Australia vs England, Champions League semi final

4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:

12: 15 AM

5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?

12:21 AM

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

The fan and brother washing his ass with the muslim shower in the bath J

7. When did you last step outside? what were you doing?

Last stepped outside for school. Been inside ever since…

8. Before you came to this website, what did you look at?

Nothing. Just came straight to my blog.

9. What are you wearing?

Yellow Hugo Boss half sleeves T shirt, grey faded jeans by some gumnaam brand( recovery the tag says. Any one heard it before? I guess not…) and black slippers.

10. Did you dream last night?

Nah.

11. When did you last laugh?

I’m always laughing you see, but the last time I laughed was just now, when I was writing the answer to quetion number six.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?

White painted walls. One cupboard, One Fabregas poster and a split AC as well as a calender saying “ wanted for life” and a man stretching out his hand towards a glass of water in a dessert

13. Seen anything weird lately?

I don’t think so.

14. Last movie you saw?

Sweeney Todd starring Johnny Depp.

15. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?

Dan Brown’s Lost Symbol. I know that sounds funny cuz my bro just said Oye! As he was readin what I just typed but that doesn’t mean I can’t buy other things later on. So Danny first.

16. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.

Something you don’t know about me is “ME”.

17. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?

I would like to have some peace, please…

18. Do you like to dance?

YEAH! I can do fancy moves and shake butt and stuff at which my pals and gals can laugh at. No seriously, they admire my break dance. Or is it just that they like to laugh at me while I shake my ass like crazy…?

19. Zardari: is he a power-crazy nutcase or someone who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?

Mr Smiling is surely a nut case. Who the hell smiles that way at everyone. Maybe he liked that quote by Wodehouse

“Cheer up, Crips, and keep smiling.  That’s the thing to do.  If you go through life with a smile on your face, you’ll be amazed how many people will come up to you and say ‘What the hell are you grinning about?  What’s so funny?’  Make you a lot of new friends.” — P. G. Wodehouse

 

20. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

Dunno. Sa_a? Sa_a? Sa_a? Fill in the blanks by r,n or b.

21. [Same question for a boy]

Ahmad.

22. Would you ever consider living abroad?

Yeah, of course!

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Fabulous favorite five

 

I got this idea of a post from Leena’s blog. The only thing I’ve to do is to type in my favorite fives in any category I want to choose. So without any ado let me get together my most absurd or what-ever-you-may-call-it list which some would like some won’t. I don’t care after all these are my favorites.  You wanna let others know your favorites? Go ahead, try a similar post and do let me know..I’ll be more than happy to read it. The following list may change from time to time because I’m a whiffling soul. So here are the categories  and my fab fav fives.

Favorite Movies

1. Shawshank Redemption
2. Life is Beautiful
3. Sweeney Todd
4. Batman: The Dark Knight
5. 300

Favorite Books

1. The World of Jeeves
2. Angels & Demons
3. Young Men in Spats
4. Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows
5. Deception Point

Favorite Shows

1. Prison Break (Season 1)
2. Jeeves and Wooster
3. The Simpsons
4. Prison Break (Season 2)
5. Prison Break (Season 4)

Favorite Words

1. Yes  ( This one became my favorite after I watched “Yes Man”)
2. Shit yar!
3. Wehshii!
4. Check karo
5. Never mind…

Favourite Comics/Graphic novels

1. Watchmen
2. Batman: Arkham Asylum
3. V for Vendetta
4. Archie
5. Wizards of ID

Favorite Actors

1. Johnny Depp
2. Heath Ledger ( just for that Oscar-deserving Joker role)
3. Al Pachino
4. Tom Hanks
5. Stephen Fry

 

Now I can’t think up of any other categories but there might be more posts like this one on this blog. Feel free to comment if you have similar interests or not.

16 Days of Misery…

 

I never thought that there’ll be a time in my already sordid life when I’ll be forced to stay away from the internet for so long. 16 Days! Seems like ages to me. Maybe that’s because I’m wont to surf the net at least 3 hours a day. Not to mention the five minutes inbox and my blog’s comment checking every now and then…

And that’s the reason my dear readers (If I have any) that I haven’t been replying to your comments (If there were any) and haven’t been posting a new post. The dilemma was that my adult brother and parents had my cable-net connection disconnected and all my impotent attempts to conquer their Great-Wall-of-China-esque determinations were useless. So the connection was cut and my connection with all of you was cut.I asked dad to do something about the net and get me a new one but he said are your computer assignments complete? I replied in positive. “Then I guess you don’t need a connection until the school starts and you get more projects.” After pleading a bit further he said he’ll get me a hundred Rs card of PTCL V wireless when I finish my homework. I finished it. Asked again. Refused. Asked Again. Refused. Displayed the whole of the homework with all he assignments complete in front of my parents like in a boutique sale at Saleem Fabrics. Access granted to a hundred rupees at last.

So I got the card at last. Asked my brother to install the V wireless software-thingy in the PC and get the lousiest connection under the sun running for me but he said he was busy as his college has reopened. So the next day arrived. I got up for Sehri went to the mosque for Fajar Prayers and found my brother replete of Dahi and parathaa fast asleep. I wanted to ask him about the installing CD cuz I wanted to post somefin on this blog of mine. So tried something. I opened new message and typed a message which asked him to wake me up when the alarm rang for his school and tell me wher had he kept the card how to install and stuff and left it open and put it beside his face, which was very much wet with drooling saliva. All was useless.

So when I got up again, at 2:10 today I had the sudden urge to try installing the  net myself and that’s when I found, to my surprise, the ol’ net running! How?! I had asked them cut the connection and I thought they had done so for 16 days! I checked it myself a couple of times but…

It was there all the time and I remained in misery for 16 dashed days!

And I wasn’t even there for my blog on it’s first birthday. Happy Birthday! Don’t worry, ma blog, I’ll do a special about your Birthday but let me continue with this post first…

Anyways what have I been up to lately? I took some time for the errand to the place ******** (Name protected due to secrecy) with the soul intention of finding some Plums (PG Wodehouse books). I got my grubby hands on 4 ofem.

• World of Jeeves ( an omnibus containg 34 short stories from difffernet Jeevs books and compiled by Wodehouse himself.
• Leave it To Psmith
• Laughing Gas
• Ukridge

These I bought I bought after consulting my cousin Musab who has promised that he’ll burn me a CD of that “Jeeves and Wooster” series episodes based on Wodehouse’s famous characters. Just finished reading Adventures of Sally by Wodehouse and gonna start any one of the above. What would you suggest I should start with?

And then I’ll like to say Ramzan Mubarak to all my Muslim friends here or over the seas and the relatives.  I’ve fasted all the rozas until now and Insha’Allah will fast all ofem. I wouldn’t say much her because I’d like to save this topic of Ramzan for another post I have in mind. Do keep an eye out for it.

And I’ll be doin another post about the school re-opening this 31^st of August. Describing all the teachers and the first day would be fun…

And then there is clash between Manu and Arsenal tonight which I’m dying to watch. Arsenal will win surely, cuz they’re in great form which Manu is recently defeated by Burnley! hehe…

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to reach you people because this connection is like a guest, in a great hurry, and no how genial a host I be, I’ll still have to bid it farewell sooner or later…

14th August, In-The-Penitence Day.

Green and white all over the country. Flags on every roof…
This used to be the situation a long time ago.

Now although we see Pakistani flags by the roads, we don’t see the enthusiasm. Something is missing: Patriotism

When I asked my dad to buy me a jhanda (flag) of Pakistan, He replied,”Forget it. What’re we gonna do with a piece of white and green cloth hanging from our houses front when we can’t help but feel desperate for our country’s sordid situation?” “There, you’ve got a Point to ponder daddy,”was all I could say.

Let me pose a question. What is Pakistan made up of?
“Land, Mountains, five rivers and all types of matter…” My big bro blurts when I asked this question. “Hey, hey wait a minute! I’m not asking the geographical thingy. What is it really made up of?”

He says he can’t get what I’m trying to say…

Pakistan isn’t made by just rivers, land, mountains and stuff. It is made up of us. We Pakistani make Pakistan. Why, what is Pakistan but a piece of land? What is so diffrent about it? Its us Pakistanis inhabiting it that make the real difference. A few days ago I was listening to a radio station where about seven people say”I’m a Pakistani. I love my country.” In their native languages, each one different from the other: English, Pashto, Urdu, Punjabi, Siraiki, Balochi and God-knows-what. It’s these different people from different casts colours and statuses who make up Pakistan. So, who is gonna celebrate the Independence Day if we Pakistanis aren’t?

This day means different things to different people…
eg.

For elders: In-the-Penitence Day
Aam shehri: Dafaa karo! Pakistan ka kia banena hai?
Jhandai Walaa (Flag sellers): Paisaa…
For Police: Run all over the city searching for an object no bigger than a suitcase. It’s called bomb.
For Teenagers: Bikes, Songs, Parties and SHUGHALL!
For a street kid: Fire Crackers
and of course for a caring parent: AZAAB!

Now why did I give it the title of Penitence day? Methinks that on this day we should feel sorrow for our sins and all the beiztii Pakistan is facing due to terrorism and kinda reform ourselves. We should make pledges to ourselves just like new year revolutions and follow those little seps. Every long journey starts with a single step. So why not start with not throwing stuff on streets and saving water, electricity etc. This day is not only for Pataakhai (crackers), badges, flags and specially the lights.

Previously I used to go out on the Independence day to roam in the roads of lahore and watch all types people on bikes, trucks and of course watching the beautiful lights on buildings. Now I think this isn’t gonnna happen due to terrorism. Less people are gonna come out on streets, less lights, less enthusiasm, less patriotism. I was listening to Dino Ali’s show on radio 1 fm 91 yesterday. He told an incident. Once when he was going to the radio studio, his driver suddenly turned on the breaks and the car came to a stop. He got out, and after some time returned with a small flag of Pakistan in his hands. He later told him that somebody had thrown it on the ground and he thought it, the flag, was being insulted. That’s the thing we Pakistanis are missing. We should all respect our country and thanks it for whatever it has given to us. It has given me an identity, I don’t want anything else from it.Blaming Government and cursing the corrupt leadership is useless. The change can be made by us, and the literary poor government doesn’t need to do all that we can do if united. A new York times columnist once wrote that about 75% of the industrial things Pakistan is producing are evn unknown to most cammon Pakistanis. So you see, there is nothing we haven’t got. If there is anything we haven’t got, its the trust in our country. So everybody believe in Pakistan and respect all the sacrifices our elders had to make to get this country and don’t go around making insulting jokes like this one I got via message:

Shararat Quaid ki

Wah Wah wah

Shararat Quaid ki,
Iqbal pai ilzaam Pakistan,
Pakistan Pakistan…

In the end I’ll just like to say this to all of you: Stay united, trust and love your country, no matter what happens, this is your country and you are gonna live in it. Ask those Pakistanis who are living in foreign countries. They surely do miss Pakistan A LOT.

Pakistan Zindabad!

I start with the P.G. Wodehouse quest…

I’ve a cousin named Musab who also owns a blog. He is totally in love with this author as well as I am. I found this widget and here it is. Although he is the author of a hundred novels, I’m determined to read them all.I read his first book “Young Men in Spats” about three weeks ago. Mum and li’l sis were going to Murree by Daewoo. First they had to go to Rawalpindi (to Musab’s place) and then Murree the next day. I had bought four of the rare books for my 21 year old cousin Musab and Mom was gointa take the books with her the next day. I had only one night to read any one of the books. I picked “Yound Men in Spats”, a collection of PG Wodehouse’s short stories. The back cover said that it contained Wodehouse’s own favourite “The Amazing Hat Mystery”. So I started with it. minutes into the read and guffawed like crazy at the punchlines. And then there was no stopping me and I read the whole book by 6:30 in the morning( Although my speed is…well, read this post to get an idea of my reading speed. Regular readers have a pretty good one.) Mom was already up and preparing for the departure. So they departed and the novels arrived at my cousin’s place by noon. So this was how my PG Wodehouse journey started. This hunt of PG Wodehouse’s novels is gonna be a hard one cuz his books are so rare. Every time Musab comes here, to Lahore, he visits most of the bookshops for Wodehouse. No luck every time. I haven’t got any library from which I can …steal…them. Yes. I don’t suppose stealing books is an evil deed (Although I haven’t done so myself, my bro has, for me It was “A Case of Exploding Mangoes” one of the most admired book of Pakistan.) I think Musab’ll be a great help in this quest (yes, that’s what a PG collecter calls it). He’s got quite a number of PG’s books. Mostly smuggled from a library by placingem under his trousers. He’s done a complete post on this “…Of me and PG Wodehouse” or something. You just visit his blog and search for Wodehouse. I’ve got “Adventures of Sally” on my shelf currently and will start it after reading “Lif of Pi” by Yann Martel(A book gifted by Musab). You may have noticed that I and Musab are like… good nerdy cousins. Unlike my other cousins, who are just Mr-too-good-for-books type I find only him with whome I can talk about books, socccer and stuff. When I suggested PG Wodehouse to one of my friends who never reads a book, he said,” Yar yeh kia hua? I don’t wanna sit with my parents all day and read a book when I could’ve been playing soccer…” He had that meek lamb-like look on his face.

haha…poor guy took P.G. for “parental guidance” instead of “Pellham Granville”!

Here’s spiffing widget by some jolly cracking chappies over at Facebook!

PS. I’m amazed. Not only because of the quips by PG Wodehouse but by the fact that I actually managed to post a flash widget on WordPress! Wasn’t that kinda impossible?

Obama Booty Check?

I have seen this happening in Indian, Star Plus dramas but never in reall life: People taking photos of a lady with another man and showing it to her hubby to unjustly blame the girl. The the drama can then continue for a month or two on this quandary and then when all the misunderstandings are clear, they change the topic when Saagar loses his memory in a car accident…

But this is something that the world has seen. And is surely awed by it. Here it is:

Obama and president Zarkosy

Surprising? Isn’t it? I first saw this in Images, DAWN newspaper’s magazine.I was really perplexed. America’s PM Obama checking out a lady while French Presiddent Sarkozy giving Obama his devilish smile. Such clear form of lechery is something not expected by the public from the great world power America’s President.

BUT…

Pictures can be deceding. Watch this video and all will be clear. If it wasn’t for this video, Obama would surely had been in a lot of trouble with the First Lady…

Now this story spreaded through the net in a blink of an eye (okay, maybe two). Therefore, one should never believe in photos because there’s no proof that they are what they seem to be. However…

Obama is a gentleman sarkozy,berlusconi aren't?

So what’s your view?

Random Confessions…

Baby Baby?

Yes Mama.

Eating Sugar?

Yes Mama.

Now that’s the real way to confess, and that’s what I’ve done here. I got this idea of a post from Minerva’s blog about confessing about anything you like in a post. So it felt like a good idea and here I am with my list of some honest confessions…

…Of a writer/blogger

• I am always looking for stuff to put on my blog. Writing in my brain all the time,like many of the other bloggers.

• I like to post lots of videos and images on my blog. You are observant enough to guess that…

• Its always difficult for me to sit with Word Art at the screen and type in a post when I could’ve been at Facebook or reading others’ blogs.

• Once I get my lame ass on my seat and start typing a post, there’s no stopping me.

• Couldn’t decide between “Blogspot” and “WordPress” at first. Ding Ding Ding! But we have a winner now…

• I like comments and visitors. Who doesn’t? Although getting traffic is a hard task, I’m determined to get a heavier traffic then the Liberty market…

• I find reading blogs interesting as it lets me into the minds of different types of people gibbering away on different issues.

• I really don’t give a shit about the MTV watchin’, Yo kinda wusses who really can’t type in a comment without mentioning the F-word atleast once.

…Of a Book-worm

• My reading speed is slower than a snail, a fact I really, REALLY detest.

• I just hate the ol’ classics which carry there plot at a speed similar to my reading speed.

• I love Dan Brown in the thriller genre. All his novels I’ve read are in the 24 hour frame-time. If his novels don’t quicken your pulse, you surely need to check your meds…

• I like humorous novels, the ones which I can LMAO while reading. Without doubt, I love PG Wodehouse and Jerome Kalpi Jerome.

• I read Images by DAWN just for the movie and celeberity articles and not for the other social articles (Please don’t tell this to my Mom Dad. They wouldn’t be happy…Social ones are the ones they want me to read.)

• I don’t really like foreign bloggers. I find Pakistani bloggers similar in thoughts and tastes and thus enjoy reading’em the most.

• Nothing is sadder than a pile of unread books. So true…

• So much to read so little read.

…Of a Pal

• I really find myself too friendly and polite and its not rare that I find people taking advantage of this.

• Kehnay ko tau sab hi dost hain Dushman tau nahiin

• Almost every kid and elder in my school knows me. Once a teacher told me that when she asked one of his senior class to write about the most popular person of our school few of them mentioned me! No doubt I’m very friendly, meek and polite. This is NOT showing off, just simple plain truth. That’s what this post is about.

• I have a few friends ( If I should the word friends) who mutter rubbish of me behind my back. Jealousy is a bad policy. They’re usually mister-too-good-for-books kind.

…Of a 21st Century Dude

• I’ve developed a taste different from my peers and that doesn’t dissappoint me, because Ilove who I am.I don’t really like the new generation singers like Akon. I just hatem!  I like Bob Dylan, Beetles, Elvis, MJ, Lata,Rafi and all that type of oldies.

• Like every Pakistani I’m fascinated by Coke Studio

• I can’t start my day without checking my E mail

• I can survive without Facebook. I’ve done so. Cuz my net speed doesn’t allow me to even open Google. 

• I  ♥ my blog

• And all this is possible with INTERNET. So yes, that’s the thing which has got this 21st century dude hooked up.

So why not go ahead and try a similar post on your blog? I’ll be eager to read…

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The Day The Music Died…

I had always been planning to write this post, but because of my unstopable long reading periods and the loads and loads of homework still left to complete, I couldn’t find ample time to post anything. But yes, I’ve made a strong pledge to myself today: POST MORE OFTEN.

So after waking up all night till 6am ( reading Twilight) I got up at 1 o’clock in the noon and came downstairs where my family was sitting. Mom had made “Pulao” (rice) for my breakfast and everyone was quiet. The first thing Mom said to, even before Salaam was, “Usama pataa hai Michael Jackson mar gayaa hai!” (Michael Jackson dieid!).

The shock I got can’t be expressed. I had never been a BIG MJ fan but of course the death of such a big star can’t be less then a shocking news. If a gas pipe had exploded under my feet, I hadn’t been more shocked. I was like ” C’mon man! Why MJ?! And why when he was near his big come back performance!”

There was a time, about four years when my brother had brought a USB full of Michael Jackson’s albums and he was the only english singer I only knew. (The case with most of us.) Because he was a music icon. Nobody was greater than him and he was not only the best in his period of time but the best of all time. Not only his singing was good but his dancing and stage performance was more than wonderful and was truly unmatched. He not only sang but also invented dance moves. Moonwalk, (which I just learned how to do!) Heel spin, Earthwalk, Airwalk, Zero Gravity Lean and uncountable other dance moves were introduced by non other than MJ. Almost all of his hits were my favourite: “Billie Jean” “Smooth Criminal” “Beat it” “Black and White” “They don’t really care about us” and of course “Thriller”

Thriller

There is a common perception, thanks to the Indian Comedy shows, that Michael Jackson was all about AAAOOOOooo EEEEEaaa WOOOHOOO YEEEEAAAHHH. Wrong. Utterly wrong! He sang the songs like “Heal the World” “Earth Song” which told us to save Earth from all the destruction it was headed towards even before the terms like Global Warming ware even familiar. Despite of all the controversies surrounding him like his harshness towards the children and God knows what, he was still the best. Having so many plastic surgeries had ruined his face, a fact not even his greatest fans resist to accept. He had earned my respect (although its not a solid reason) because he was great legendary Elvis Presley’s daughter’s husband. He was the best in the genre pop, which earned him the title: “~KING OF POP~”.

King Of Pop

After a long period, he had decided to return and claim his crown as the best singer, when suddenly, all of a sudden-he was dead. sigh sigh sigh. There’s a series you might be familiar with, named “Living with Michael”. I found it really interesting when I was watching the episodes at You Tube. (Yes. All the episodes are available at You Tube.) You’d surely like this. And then after his death there are countless rumors. One that MJ’s spirit was spotted on a BBC camera man’s documentary’s background. You can see it and decide for yourself, whether you believe it or not…

And here’s my favourite best ever Billie Jeans dance performance…

and his last performance (rehearsal)…We do really care about you!

His daughter. Aaaww poor girl…

Some say he had turned his religion to Islam while others say not. In my viewpoint he had turned to a Muslim because I’ve heard his Naats and his brother was a Muslim too.

Anyways Mj doesn’t need to be a Muslim. You don’t need to be his fan nor even a fan of music to mourn his death. He was just MJ. The music genius everybody loved. Our heart cries for you MJ.

RIP Michael Jackson.

**~RIP MJ~**