Feedback.

Yes so, I am asking you. You can stay anonymous if you wish; I am total ‘tun’ so I will try to be precise.

I have some random pictures, mostly taken from my digi, they are of skies, birds, pillow, keyboard, something on my table, buildings, roads, thus any of the junk you can ever imagine of. I take pictures, see them, delete them. I don’t want to put these pictures on this blog, I upload pictures here on ‘need to’ basis or when it compliments the post. So here is what I want to ask:

1. I make a separate photo blog only for the random pictures (note most of the pictures are probably worthless to even look at; and there is no guarantee pictures will continue to come, I may very well decide on one fine day that’s it, I am done with pictures.)
   

1. No! Thank you. There is no need to make another junkyard; I can continue the ‘need to’ basis picture uploading on this blog, which will be enough.
   

1. Go XXXX yourself. We don’t give a Danm!

Okay I guess I was not so precise, anyway now that I have written all this, you can pick your option.

Thank you.

Blogger’s Plugin for MS Word.

I installed it few days back but didn’t try it out. Here is the first post from MS Word, lets see if it works well.

Here is a word in Bold and here is one in Italics. Ofcourse, few words in different colors.

And a pic. That will be all for now.

Edit: So it did NOT post the colors and the picture. Okay here is the picture if you must see.

Does anyone know why?

I have a strange history of friends leaving me without a reason that I could know of. Everything has a reason and I am sure there must have been some, but none that I was told. Okay well not in all the cases but in most. And mostly, these were (are) the friends that I thought will stay by my side when all others will leave me. And it happens in a strange sudden way.

This year alone, I lost four good friends. Two of them confirmed, ‘yes! Stay away’ and with the other, I have just lost the contact, or I have been ignored. The reasons that I was told were genuine from their perspective and I acknowledged. At other times, I was told reasons were not needed, but I will always wonder, what went wrong, when and where.

I remember that joke, I think its copy is available on net, I will copy paste it in the end. Well that jokes fits best on me right now.

Maybe it’s because of what, I have done too in the past, stayed zombie in my shell when perhaps others may have needed me, now its hunting me back. It’s not just the sins and your good deeds that return but every action, ever step that you take in life returns in a greater proportion and leaves you dumbfounded.

But the life – life must go on.

Ohh yes the joke, Although I know what the capital of Norway is (just not mentioning it so you can enjoy the joke) but perhaps I will wonder in the similar way.



Capital of Norway.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. He was in Class 4. Once his teacher asked him, what is the capital of Norway? He said, I don't know. The teacher couldn't believe that he doesn't know about the capital of Norway. He got so much angry at him that he literally threw him out of the class. Principal of the school was watching all this. He asked teacher, what happened. Teacher said that this boy doesn't know the capital of Norway. This took principal by surprise, and got so much upset on that little boy that he kicked him out of the school.

So, the boy walked 2 miles to his home... alone. When he reached his home, his mom asked, why did he come so early from the school? Well.. The boy told whole story. When the mom learnt that her son doesn't know what the capital of Norway is, she kicked him out of the house.

Well, time passed and after 3 hours his father came home from the office. When he saw his child sitting on the doorstep outside of his house, he asked his wife, what happened? The wife told the whole story. The father got so much upset that he totally disowned his son.

It was a shock to that little boy, that why is it so important to know the capital of Norway. Anyway, he was passing along the street, hungry and thirsty. There was a 'thalay wala' on the side of the street. By looking at the boy, he could see that he is from a descent family, and must be hungry. So out of mercy, he gave him a 'samosa' and asked him about this misery that he was in. When he told him that this all happened because he didn't know the capital of Norway, the 'thalay wala' got very upset and snatched his samosa back, even the bit of samosa that was in his mouth, and kicked him away.

The boy now decided that he will never tell anyone from now on about this, as this is bringing curse after curse on him.

14 years have passed and now he was in the Navy. Once his ship was in the middle of Indian Ocean, and to pass the time, his colleagues sat together and started telling stories about their childhood. When his turn came up, he told this story. After hearing it, all of his colleagues got so much upset that they threw him in the middle of the ocean.

After 4 hours of continues swimming, he got to the land, with his mind preoccupied of why is this happening to him. Why everyone gets so much upset about not knowing the capital of Norway. While he was in his deep thoughts, he was crossing a very busy highway, and was ran over by a truck, and died on the spot.

So what is the Moral of the story? Anyone?

Moral of the story: Look at both sides before crossing the highway

Rainbow Socks Syndrome.

I know this might be the most stupidest entry here but I could'nt resist.

Here.

And then here.

I present you (well not the rainbow socks) I dont have any, but this is the pair I have of most weird socks.

Please pardon the uncomfortable view of the feet I was in a very weird position while taking this pic.

Tag.

bakpakchik tagged me with the most lengthy and difficult Tag I have come across with. I wasnt sure how to do it, but i have tried. It took hours to complete it :p

10 Favorites:

Favorite Season: Winter (Karachi’s winter that is)
Favorite Sport: I am not a freak but for the sake of it I will go with cricket.
Favorite Time: Late nights.
Favorite Month: January, it’s a fresh start of the year and a nice chilly weather.
Favorite Actor : Too big a list, but lets see who comes in mind right now, Robert De Niro, Tom Hanks, Richard Gere, Sean Connery, Amir Khan, Shahrukh Khan, Dilip Kumar, Amitab, Naseer uddin. (there are a lot more but you get the idea)
Favorite Actress: Jodie Foster, Shabana Azmi, Kajol.
Favorite Ice Cream: Pistachio
Favorite Food: (Depends on mood basically) Pizza, Biryani, Bar B Q’s, Zingers, Katakats.
Favorite Drink: Chai, Coke, Banana/Mango/Strawberry Shakes.
Favorite Place: Bed.

9 Currents:

Current Feeling: Emptiness.
Current O/S: Windows XP.
Current Windows Open: Chatting with S, MSN, Yahoo, Firefox (Tab 1. Mail, Tab 2.GS, Tab 3. My Blog, Tab 4. Bakpakchik’s Blog, Tab 5. Dictionary) MS Word.
Current Drink: Chai.
Current Time: 3:46 AM
Current Mobile(s) Used : 1. SE K700i, 2. I forgot the model number but its very very old nokia’s
Current Show on TV: Some old Indian movie.
Current Thought: What will I write in next current?
Current Cloths: Navy blue lower kinda pj’s.

8 Firsts:

First Nick: X2 (That’s the one I remember, way back in 95/96 on IRC)
First Kiss: (Okay I will go with bakpakchick) Never Kiss and tell *wink*
First Crush: Uzma, back in grade 6.
First Computer: Sharp’s 5x86 Laptop.
First Vehicle I drove: It was a 76 or 78’s Datsun I think.
First Job: Teaching.
First Movie I watched on Pulse Global’s print: Heaven and earth.
First Pet: Probably some 'chozay' :D
First Shave: Okay, was it in grade 10^th or 9^th? I forgot.

7 Lasts:

Last Chai: Just a moment ago.
Last Movie: Exorcism
Last Time I Drove: Around 11 hours ago.
Last Time Shaved: A week ago.
Last Web Site Visited: Kirna’s Blog.
Last Software Installed: RSS Bandit
Last Pill I Had: Around a week ago, a pain killer.

6 Have You Evers:

Have You Ever Broken the Law: Yes, traffic laws.
Have You Ever Been Drunk: No.
Have You Ever Climbed a Tree: Yes, that’s what I used to do when I was a kid.
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Didn’t we decide “Never Kiss and tell”
Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire or Bomb Blast?: Yes not really close to gunfire but in the visible range and have witnessed a Bomb Blast, that was not more then 50 meters away. A friend got injured in that.
Have You Ever Broken Anyone’s Heart: I guess Yes.

5 Things:

Things You Can Hear Right Now: QTV’s sehri transmission’s slight voice from Mom’s room, Fan’s slight hum.
Things on Your Computer Table: Computer, 3 empty mugs of chai, scissor, 2 RJ45 connectors, mobile adopter, cam, IR device, countless pieces of papers, tissue papers, mobile and internet cards, digi’s connecting wire, crimping tool, loads of dust, lamp.
Things on Your Bed: Dictionary (being used as mouse pad), 2 mouses, Keyboard, Digi, Pen, few papers, Sundays Dawn, 2 Mobiles, Novel, Shirt, TV Remote, 2 pillows, binocular, myself.
Things You Ate Today: Banana, wonder’s paki pakai roti, bhindi, pakora’s.
Things in Mind: I need a sleep, some money matters, my khatara’s (car’s) concerns, few other things that I need to do.

4 Places You Have Been Today:

• Graveyard
• Pathan ka dhabay wala chai ka hotel
• Book shop
• Mosque

3 People You Can Tell Anything To:

There can be people whom I can tell most of the things but there is no one I can tell EVERYTHING to.

2. Choices:

• Black or White: Black
• Hot or Cold: Cold.

1 Thing You Want To Do Before You Die:

I am not sure, some spiritual/religious satisfaction kinda thing?

Phewww.

I Tag:

Marium
Mahwash
My Basha
uXuf
Sid
Raheel
Ghazal
Kiran
Jammie
S.G.
Umema
Huma
Saba
Zag
Raj
Unaiza
T M
Sana
Mariam
half
Khizzy
meyum
Madiha
Asma
expressome
Mariam
kAy
Saphiya
Shaima

Phewwwwwwwwww *paseena ponching*

Okay I wanted to say I Tag You All, but I just didnt want to say it, I meant it, so I went thru to put all of you bloggers name and links.

Update and Request.

Update:

There are two updates.

1. I have enabled a full site feed for those of you who would like to read it in some RSS/Atom reader software or use it somewhere else on the web. The link is on the right pane, just below ‘About’.
   

2. There is an updated list of blogs I read. In fact there are still more blogs that I visit at least once a week but I have tried to keep the list to those which get more frequent hits by myself.
   

Request.

There is only one.

1. Recently I have learned how to read/get updates of blogs/sites that support RSS/Atom Feeds. It is much easier and simple, you don’t need to visit each blog, and all the updates can be seen in single software. I would like to request you all please enable FULL Site Feeds of your blogs. Note, Full site feeds. Because if it’s Short, it will only show a line or two in RSS/Atom reader and one must visit the page (your blog) to read the whole post etc. Thank You.

Disco Mouse.

In past few months I operated quite a few times on my mouse hoping someday it will start working properly but all in vain. Yesterday I decided to get myself a new one, so I went in the computer shop and asked the lady for a PS2 mouse.

“Would you like an optical mouse or a wheel driven?” she asked. After a brief moment of thinking I decided to go for an optical one this time, if there is not really a much price difference (I am not going to spend too much on a stupid mouse anyway). “I ll take a look at optical one’s” I said. She showed me few; one was in a metal box, white colored and looked very nice, I asked the price, it was okay, got it and that was it.

Today, in the middle of night when I plugged it in that was a moment of terror. Dang! That mouse was a Non-Muslim Disco mouse in the Holy month of Ramadan. Errrrrr. It is transparent from the sides and bottom, has a blue light on a scrolling button and red ones on its sides, those lights gets stronger when it’s moved and gives you a feel of an old disco. This is how it looked like.

Ahh well. It’s bearable in lights but every time I give it a disgusting look it mocks me back with its blinking red lights. :-\.

Quote of the day.

"Courage is doing what you’re afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you’re scared."

Edward Vernon Rickenbacker.

I am back.

Okay I am back. Or I hope, I am.

I am over with the initial eruption that caught the whole nation, and slowly becoming my insensitive self again. And I am back to the routine, or rather, my routineless self. Although the emotional epidemic of brotherhood is slowly fading away with time but I hope it remains intact until we really cope with the disaster. I hope the promises will be kept by the authorities, atleast, at this time.

Rest, is the same. Perhaps just my personal rantings that seemed so big 15 days ago now seem meaningless. On the similar note, I can go on and deliver a big lecture, but let me shut up and mind my own business. God bless us all.

Just passing the word

Let me post it here as well.

Okay I had two things in mind when I hit the new thread button, if I dont make sense please bear with me, I havent slept from 40 plus hours and and m extremely tired.

First, I might not be able to give much time for moderating in coming few days... I hope my co mods will do just fine without me.

Second I would like to inform and share, the purpose is not to tell what we have been doing but to encourage and burst out the breathtaking experiences we have had.

What happened, the tragedy is beyond the possibilities to express in words. We all have seen the scenes in news. The only difference perhaps we (who r in pakistan/ or have relatives in those area) see is that the actual disaster is much greater then the one we see in news.

Some of my friends, neighbors have lost their families and friends, in some cases the entire villages have been wiped out. And I personally fear the actual death toll could be of 100 thousands people or more.

Its been three days and some ppl at remote villages didnt get any aid so the ppl can be digged out of rubble, the medical teams that went to help found that even they had nothing to eat. Experts had no fuel to use in generators. Every street has a story and there are thousands that can be shared. And I remember the face of the father whos daughter is buried in one side of the city in girls schools rubble & his son on the other side, in what used to be boys school, or the woman whos hand had to be cut off to get her out.

As I mentioned before, personally we felt it was not a time to wait and think what or how to help and just do what we can at that moment. The initial idea started to get some food and cloths at PAF Museum from the collections of few friends places and two days ago we end up getting three cars full of supplies there.

We heard the plea for medicine there and thought to get some medicine the next day and we end up collecting RS 117500/- (One lakh Seventeen thousands Five Hundred ruppies) in less then 24 hours. Yesterday we sent medicine/first aid of worth 90 thousands and around 225 "kafan's" for the dead. All in all, we end up having one pickup full of medical supplies, one car, and 7 more with cloths and food. and we still have more, which is left to be given today, hopefully.

And not more then 15/20 friends/neighbors were involved in this tiny effort we were able to put on, all ordinary ppl.

The pickup that we hired for carrying the medicine, when they reached at the scene of PAF Museum, they refused to get their rent of the vehicle. When known the medicines were for the victims, we got it at the factory rate with not a penny's profit. While we were arranging the vehicle we placed the materials at the corner of the street, and guess what, people started to donate other stuff thinking it was a camp or something for the relief.

About the PAF relief effort which initially was started by Fakher-e-Alam at PAF Museum has turned out to be what is, the biggest ever relief effort I have seen live (if u have seen it in TV, trust me u have seen nothing) It is huge, unimaginably huge. Thousands of girls/guys/families are volunteering and all u see is the mountains of goods, all around u. No matter if u reach there at 2 AM u will need to go thru a huge cue of vehicles. Okay, that too can not be described in words.

Okay, not the whole Pakistan is full of such a nice ppl :) guess what, the trucks which used to cost 35/40 thousands are now demanding 70 to 100 thousands if u have stuff that u want to send.

Later in night I found that my Aunt also sent around 10 "Kafan's" & I was amazed why only 10? ... upon asking I was told the 'kafan' cost 300 (later I also found that at some places kafan's cost even 4 or 5 hundred rupees) while we had them on around 75 only. Its pity that some ppl are looking for huge profits at this time.

Back to personal level, we still felt we can be utilized as manpower to help get that enormous aid as soon as possible to the needy. We personally felt (after looking at the thousands of volunteers at PAF) we are probably not needed there and we could find some other place which really is short in manpower. We end up signing at rangers relief camp which is nearer to home, spent hours sorting the things and loaded 8 trucks with bare hands (okay now u know why my back hurts).

Just in a day, within the radius of a mile from where I live, 14 trucks were sent from the Rangers camp, 6/7 from Al Akhtar trust, few from Ahsanal uloom and few from some political party’s camps. That is, just one mile radius of the city, I m sure every mile of the city and the country has done what it could. Let us all hope that the Aid actually reaches the needy and that too, on time.

Tomorrow, we have to collect 700 big hard board boxes that we will get and going to give those at PAF hopefully. Those will be used to pack some of the stuff, I have to manage & provide pick and drop to some lady doctors who have spoken to the officials and will help in sorting the medicine in the relief camps. Rest of the materials we have, had to give it away and then I m again going to labor at the rangers camp.

The reason why I started to write this story half an hour ago was, that the day before yesterday me and my friend thought okay, lets meet in 30 min and we can atleast give some of our cloths at the PAF Museum, we thought it will probably be a handful bag with 10/15 pairs of cloths. That single thought between two ppl grew and managed to get around 150 thousands worth stuff and a manpower that can load 8 trucks in less then two hours and sort out the stuff for them. The single thought between two ppl. That single thought between two ppl hopefully is going to grow tomorrow within our capacity.

Maybe...just maybe, if this post/writing can create a similar single thought.

Quote of the day.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

Ernest Hemingway.