The song is probably one of the best ever, written and sung by the best songwriter of all times, Bob Dylan. The lyrics are so bizarre, beautiful, utterly honest and completely heart felt. Its lyrics are too huge for a normal mind, yet they are simple and…all there. There are numerous interpretations of each and every single line and it successfully portrays the times it was sung in.  And it continuously grows to relate more and more with current situations. It was basically written and sung by Dylan at the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis. Any moment America and Russia might had plunged into a nuclear war. And Dylan, thinking there was no more time to live, wrote what I consider a masterpiece. As he said himself

“Hard Rain is a desperate kind of song. Every line in it, is actually the start of a whole song. But when I wrote it, I thought I wouldn’t have enough time alive to write all those songs so I put all I could into this one.”

Although the line “A hard rains a-gonna fall” is interpreted as referring to a nuclear fallout, I currently take it in its literal meaning. Pakistan is having such hard rains, effecting 2million people. and it just stopped raining outside. But the amazing thing about this song is that every single line can be taken literally or pondered upon as the symbolism in the song is quite a thing in itself. For me its the lamenting of a soul who fears a “Hard Rain” and has had the various maturing experiences of life.

“No single event can awaken within us the stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.”

-Antoine de Sainte.

Every line is a song in itself, and the blue eyed son, who has seen too much about life in too little a time, merely states all of the experiences.

Now me being an amateur of amateur Dylanists, I won’t go too much into the lyrics but just give my opinion and overview of the stanzas. This might sound like some blasted gibberish, but that’s alright for me. I like to make a fool out of me, and a me out of that fool. we all are one.

So let me try my hand at analyzing the un-analyzable.

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

This stanza takes me onto a journey of places far and wide. The blue eyed son might symbolize the young and naive generation who is yet to see and experience all of this hardship. The singer has been to misty mountains, crooked highways, sad forests, dozen dead oceans and walked a thousand miles into the mouth of a graveyard. And of course there is a lot more this stanza then i can perceive…

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

A newborn with wild wolves around him. An innocent young soul born into a surrounding full of the beasts that are men, threatening to conjure a storm that could blow everything away in a mushroom of fire. The blood dripping branch and a-bleeding hammers represent all kinds of violence and riot surrounding the narrator.  The blood dripping branch might show the racism too. The wet ladder symbolizes a way out of all the plights and dilemmas, but a very insecure and slippery one. Broken tongues might represent the ones who aren’t given the right to speak, ones who speak rubbish or perhaps the miserable illiterate population. Young children carrying guns and swords clearly indicates the trend of child soldiers, and the upbringing of a ruthless generation…

Oh, what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

To me the start of the stanza is too eerily related to the bomb. Then comes the line about “ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin”. I personally take this as Dylan’s protest to God. There are thousands praying to Him, but he has turned a deaf ear to the sinful race. The next line shows two opposing situations at a same time to differentiate between them and make the listener aware of the suffering going on around him, outside his comfy shelter of a home and a town. The poet who died in a gutter: a person who put down his thoughts to paper and tried to make the world aware of the happenings, just like the narrator who is talking those thoughts, met his ultimate doom. The clown who cried in the alley represents each and every person. We are not always what we like, want or appear to be. No matter how many false hopes you have got, the truth is still there, and its fatal.

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded in hatred,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

A young child left to survive with a possible future just as the dead pathetic pony. The mentioning of human being and an animal strangely compares them both, making one muse. A white man walking a black dog. This is perhaps the best put line about racism. A white man is ready to accept and care for a black dog but why doesn’t he behave the same towards a black person? A women’s body burning. The women who weren’t given any rights. For no particular reason, it brings the sculptor of “ Ecstasy of Saint Teresa” to my mind. Read about it in angels and demons. Designed by Bernini, the sculptor shows the saint’s sexual encounter with an angel who brought about a blazing pleasure… Then the part where a girl gives the narrator a rainbow comes. Perhaps the only line that isn’t depressed. He meets a man who’s wounded in love and another is wounded in hatred. You can run away from negative things, but sometimes these are the positive and the nearest things to you that wound you.

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it,
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it,
And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

When asked about what he intended to do in the future, the blue eyed son replies that he woul head out of the place before it starts raining. Before everything goes up in flames. He intends on walkin into the deep and dark forests, to get away from everything with himself as his companion. He would head out to where people are many and there wants are many too, but they got nothing. “Where the pellets of poison are flooding their water.” I borrowed a collection of essential Dylan interviews, titled “Dylan on Dylan”. in it, Dylan says:

“Q: It’s so impersonal today. You said it’s gonna happen. What’s gonna happen?

Dylan: What’s gonna happen, there’s got to be an explosion of some kind. The hard rain that’s gonna fall. In the last verse when I say,” Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,” that means all the lies, you know, all the lies that people get told on their radios and in their newspapers. All you’ve to do is think for a minute. They’re trying to take people’s brains away. Which maybe has been done already. I hate to think its been done. All the lies I consider poison. “

“And the executioner’s face is always well hidden”. the falsehood is never caught and its the righteous lot that suffers at its hands. What a line. Need I say more? He’d go to a place that’s melancholy and sorrowful with suffering. Where the colour’s black, and racism is at its peak. The narrator will think, meditate and feel all the things there. He’d set an example for everybody and then he’ll vanish. Meet the inevitable. And he will and still knows what he ought to do before he does it. These experiences have changed him.

And here’s is that gem, sung by the living legend. Bob Dylan.

And it rained today.  It has stopped raining now, almost. But still that smell, humidity, chilling breeze and clouds haven’t gone yet…

The next song on my playlist, “Waving Flag” starts playing, reminding me the purpose of this post. Worldcup. After  the long wait of 4 years it finally arrived. The biggest sports event. And this time in Africa!

I was and always will be a fan of Arsenal FC. About the international teams, I wasn’t so sure. Brazil, I had heard 4 years ago was brilliant. No doubt it was. Most worldcups won I mean.  But I remained neutral in the first worldcup of my life. 2006 one. Before that I was oblivious of this wonderful game of football. France and Italy managed to fight their way through to the finals. I still remember vividly. We were off to this restaurant named “Zee Grill” with a family living in our neighbourhood. At Zgrill I payed little attention to the match. On the LCD I saw a penalty kick given to France. Zidane took it. He chipped the ball towards the horizontal bar at the top of the goal. It struck the bar and was reflected downwards. For a moment my heart stopped as I saw the ball bounce on the ground and out of the goal. Goal!..? Zidane running others put their arms around his neck saying something with not a smile. Goal..? C’mon! Would somebody mind telling me if this was a goal or not? Top left corner read France1-0Italy. Ahaan! I see…

The second half of the match I saw at home.  But still I missed the headbutt of Zidanne! Was off to the kitchen to fetch some eatable I guess. Anyways the match stretched off to extra time. Italy scored! No they didn’t, offside.

Penalties decided the match. Italy was the new king of football.

And now after 4 years Worldcup arrived again. I had waited for 4 years for this event and then when it was here, I was all of a sudden not so interested. I guess I was more of an English Premier League fan by now. I was much enthusiastic about the Europa Cup. I supported Spain from the beginning and then it went on to win the thing. This time in Worldcup I decided to go for Spain, the team with Arsenal’s captain Cesc Fabregas. That reason alone is more than enough.

Spain lost its very first match. Not a single team lost its very first match and went on to win the worldcup. But Spain, I was sure, would change that. Spain went on to win most of its matches with a single goal’s lead. Ion the semi final Spain vs Germany, dad supported the German side. His reason I’ve got to admit was a strng  one. During WW2, My dad’s grandfather used to buy a newspaper and had people read it out to him. He supported Germany in the war and was thoroughly vexed up at anybody who said a word against the Germans. Well Spain managed to defeat them. The final was Spain vs Netherland. Paul, the Octopus now the most famous one around, predicted Spain’s win. The octopus has successfully predicted 13 out of his 14 predictions! The one time he was wrong was the final of Europa Cup between Spain and Germany where it predicted Germany’s win while Spain won.

I had plans for the screaning of the final with my cousin but it turned out they were ruined. My cousin had to arrange this Army Dinner at CMH, the hospital he works at. So I and my brother Ali again ended up watching the match at “Zee Grill”. This time a new one near my new home. Surprisingly, a big screened projector had been put up and their was a big crowd all seated. We managed to get two spare seats in a comfortable location near the front. Ordered some eatables and the match begun. Their was a lot of excitement in the crowd. Mainly Spain supporters. Cries of protest at fouls, cries of desperation at missed chances and cries of joy at a card being shown to the opposition’s team. I think this has got to be a world record. Most cards shown in a worldcup final. I mean, only Sneijder and the Goal keeper of Netherland were the ones who didn’t get a card! And their were many who got a card from the Spanish side too. At last Fabregas came on and everybody was clapping. I was the only one clapping AND standing. Many great chances were missed by Netherland. The match was a very tight and tensed one with no goals until the 115^th minute when Iniesta finally did it! He put the ball into the back of the net at last. And you know who passed him that ball? Yeah right, Fabregas.

The worldcup came to its end with Spain lifting the cup. I slept with a grave heart the last time when France lost. This time it was dad who slept with a grave one. He always supports the team opposing mine. I guess that adds to the excitement…

And well that’s that. Spain beat Netherland. It beat Holland too. See? I always said Spain ccould take down many one handedly…

Once again rain compels me to write. Its been a while since I last wrote for this blog. The post was about me moving to my new house, in which I sit now. The clock’s striking half past one and I’m sitting by the open window writing this post on a piece of paper as light’s gone. I don’t know why but no matter how much I don’t want to, still I end up writing something whenever its raining. I personally think I can express myself better in the dead silence of the night when my family and the city sleep. Its only me, pen, paper and my broodings…

Chilled to the bone I am as I write this. The gushes of ice cold wind seem to pierce through my skin right to my core. Through the aluminum net of the window come the sptays of rain, smudging the ink on the paper. But it doesn’t matter because all of this would be typed and posted on my blog. Gives me a weird feeling to think that where would this paper, on which I pen down my thoughts so passionately, be in the years to come. Perhaps in this register or resting silently on a waste dump…

The mattress of my bed has been taken to the other room where my brother sleeps on it. Curled up on the cushions placed on the wooden planks of the bare bed-top, I think about arbitrary things. This house which I now call home is very satisfying to say the least. Nature is what I experience here. No houses on all sides and only a dozen houses in sight at some distances. My room’s the best one as it gets sunlight, air and all. I may catch a cold due to these cold winds, but can’t put down the pen.

Exams are nigh. Commencing from 24^th of May and lasting till the beginning of June. Began Maths practice today. God knows when will I get the time to prepare other subjects, but what I know is that no more posts until after the exams.

Then there is the music. After my (Thankfully) short lived craze for System of a Down, Metallica etc I’m again back to who I am. An oldies’ lover. Ghazals by Iqbal Bano, Fareeda Khanum, Mehdi Hassan and qawalis by Mehboob Qawal and Sabri brothers have got me hooked. Then Muhammad Rafi is simply one of the most brilliant artist I have listened to so far.

One of Rafi’s earliest songs and his only duet with Noor Jehan.

This is another very sweet one. Akele mein woh ghabratei tau hon ga.

Among my current favourite English singers/bands are Freddie Mercury/ Queen, Bruce Springsteen, Beatles, Led zeppelin. Jakob Dylan is another great discovery. My cousin who’s the craziest fan of Bob Dylan recommended him to me. Jakob’s this legend’s son and has proved to me at least that he is quite as awesome as his dad. Is also a vocalist of the band “Wallflowers”

This is from his latest solo album “Women and Country”. Nothing but the whole wide world to gain.

This is from his previous album called “Seeing things”. Will it grow.

Another great discovery I made was through Spotify. It’s a site which allows you to stream songs from a  HUMANGOUS database having everything from Qawalis to metal to Jazz and everything in between. In the what’s new section I stumbled upon an artist named Willie Nelson. Started listening to one of his songs and God, he was too good! His lyrics, music and everything… I am a fan.

Too bad wordpress doesn’t allow flash widgets, or you could’ve been able to stream this song by Willie Nelson here. But anyways you can still give it a listen on the link below… its quite mesmirizing. song’s entitled “Happiness lives next door”

http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11315842-f74“

Electricity just returned and before I could type this post it went off, reminding me its Pakistan. Ah well…I can write forever but surely one can’t read for that long. Goodbye for now.

Ah rain, how I love thee!

I ain’t dead. Why didn’t anybody pose the question in my absence of, I guess, two months, that weather I was still alive and breathing or not!? Well, anyways I answered the question already. I’m a blogger. Well I used to be, and a pretty regular one. But I just don’t know what stopped me from writing a post. Perhaps the laziness that has been plaguing me since the time I took my first breath… But now I’m back. Really back!

But still…nobody even asked where I was!? Maybe my blog’s not so popular after all…

 Well anyways there are solid reasons for my absence, to be honest. And to be more honest…there have been no solid reasons for my absence… I mean I just used Facebook all the time instead of paying heed to what was going on with my precious infant. Yup, I’m referring to my blog.

At this very moment I’m supposed to be studying for my impending Formal Assessments commencing from March the first. But I don’t what’s the feeling but really, I feel like I’m loosing a precious friend by not writing for this blog. In my one year of blogging, this blog has given me a lot of pleasure and you can’t even imagine the amount of time I’ve spent writing and working for this pal of mine. And yet, here I am a disloyal friend, coming back after remaining out of touch for two consecutive months, to make amends. Although after this post I may not write for a week or two because of the upcoming exams, but still I’m planning to write about my viewpoint about an Oscar nominated movie I just watched. Or perhaps about all the movies I have or am planning to watch that’ve been nominated for the Oscars airing next month’s 7th date.

And we are leaving our home…home not a house. Although an unimpressive place of 5marlas, this home of mine has been the place which has given me and my family shelter for 5 years. I came to Lahore from Gujranwala when I was in my third grade. I was admitted into LACAS a renowned and prestigious educational institution here. I still remember how me, my elder brother and my dad used to come to Lahore almost every day and inspected different houses which were available for rent. Without any success, we often returned to Gujranwala all bleak and melancholy. Dad was about to retire from his job of District session Judge and we had to find a place to live in time as dad would have to give up the house we had in Gujranwala back to the government. It was during one of these visits that we came across a house, pink front which seemed to be like the side of a house as it was plain and quite simple. The neighborhood consisted of a few dispersed houses and a lot of noisy construction sites. We saw the house liked it and planned to show it to mom with whose approval we could move to this house immediately. Little did I know at that moment that this house would become my home…

Now when I look back, it seems to be quite a long time ago that we shifted here and yet it seems just yesterday. I’ve had many experiences in this house, some pleasant and well, some not so pleasant. But this place, although quite small, means a lot to me. For me it’s a place I grew up at, for I don’t remember any of our previous homes as vividly as this one. Now I’m in grade 8th at LACAS and its time to say farewell to this home of mine. May he remain forever, and I said he because it is more than just a thing for me. It has been an important part of my life and now leaving it seems like parting with a dear ol’ pal.

Dad started the construction of the new home almost a year ago in May 2009. Time flew by and it is almost complete with all its furniture and paints. I’m planning to get handful of posters for my new room too. Shifting to this new home makes me recall the time when we shifted to this home. This encourages me at the moment and assures me that I’ll just like I did here, settle in my new home. although it’s very far away from school and my friends homes. We have weekend soccer matches in our local ground and we go to cinemas together in a single car but now things are going to change.  The place where I’m shifting to is nowhere near any of my friends house and so that means no more 24/7 fun! But the environment there is utterly serene and tranquil with a few homes in sight. I can already envisage myself on my rooftop, accompanied by a new bestseller novel…

I’d also like to say that all the neighbors, specially my mom’s best friends Aunty Shabana and Aunty Farzana, my personal favorite, Uncle Naeem and of course Muqeet bhai have always been great! Will miss ya all! And how can I forget Anas my class fellow and a good friend who lives two streets away! Thanks bro for all the pick and drop services of yours to the grounds and birthday parties!! Haha… …

Ah! Well, its time I say farewell to my home. Its time.

 These things are really confusing…and interesting. aren’t they? Here’s a link to the Wikipedia page. Here’s another interesting link.

Anyways, 2012 was comedy, action, tragedy and…well, very good. And John Cusack was hilarious!

Don’t know why but the quality of these wonderful posters and stills isn’t good although they are originally breath taking…

My “munshi chacha” bought the bakras in my village. We were all planning to go to our village and celebrate the Eid there but my mom said that she couldn’t go to the village, which’s 4hrs away from Lahore. My regular readers may be aware of the fact that my mom got a gall bladder operation. This was the cause for her refusal to go. So My parents decided that Dad would go to the village for Bakra sacrifices and the distribution of meat among the poor and Mom, me and my two siblings would stay here in Lahore…

So the Eid day arrived at last. I got my sleepy head off the pillow and went downstairs. Didn’t eat the usual anda roti for breakfast but instead had ras malai mom had made… and didn’t even offer the Eid prayers! It was already 11! Climbed upstairs again, and the long movie marathon began. Watched many movies like Nightmare before Christmas, Coraline, The Final Destination (4), Up, Brazil and Hangover. And yes, The Jeeves and Wooster show’s 55min episode too. ( Actually to be honest I watched these on two days, but as I can’t remember which one on which day, I decide to type em all down here) Then I just surfed the net for sites teaching free guitar lessons. You know, I had this guitar, Yamaha semi acoustic.

I bought it in 6^th grade and it just lay there, in the corner of my room for about two years, untouched and undusted. It was just an item of decoration, you see, but then I joined the music club this year at my school. And guess what, I renewed my craze for guitars… So where was I? Yes, I learnt 7 major chords from the net and practiced “The time of your life” by Greenday all day long.

One would think that what kind of an eid is this? I’m from among those ones.  No bakra. No dad. Not even the wearin of new clothes (It didn’t really matter. Not a soul saw me on that day except from my family members.) So all of this implies that we were all hibernating. But wait a minute! This doesn’t mean my eid totally sucked. I had some quality time with my mom and siblings. Jokin about, watchin Cyril do magic at AXN and eatin that finger lickin good Biryani ( wait a minute, I gotta spit. Mouth waterin too much), kalaeji, and the bakra meat some neighbor sent.

And so my Eid came and went. I enjoyed it. But wasn’t it ajeeb? Like I said, an Eid like no other…

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…

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!

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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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.