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.

Tag tag tag tag tag tag tag

Raj tagged me.

The rules:
1. Go to your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest)
4. Post the text of the sentence with these instructions.
5. Tag 5 people.

My 23rd post doesnt have 5th sentence neither the 5th line. So I guess the closest will be its third line? well it is.

Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai - His life.

I have to Tag 5? Okay lets see:

1. My Basha.

2. uXuf.

3. Mariam.

4. Raheel.

5. Sid.

Man is an Evil.

Was cleaning my Hard Disk and found this. This was the draft I wrote in a night for someone, if I remember right the topic was something like 'Man is an Evil' and she had to speak against it. I dont remember the dates when I wrote this but it was around a year or two back. (I like the last line :p)

The first man created, Adam, a prophet…was he an evil? Almost 114 thousands prophets were born on this earth, were they evil? Humans can make wonders, we sent the teams in space and brought them back safely, we fought with disasters diseases, found the cures, saved hundreds and thousands of lives…was all that a work of an evil nature? Without a fear and favor, tell me, do u see an evil in a sweet lil new born baby?...because I don’t.

People argue man being involved in wars as he being an evil, how many of u believes our national heroes who gave their lives in 65 and 71 were the evils? If they were not, how do we actually define evil? What this Evil really is?

Professor Paul Wilson’s lecture at Bond University on March 30, 2000. A criminologist confessed that he did not know how to define evil, but this did not prevent him from immediately classifying some acts as evil, it is only because of the genocide. For example having a pre marriage child maybe seen as an evil in east but not in western world. To be more precise, its only a question of survival, if something promotes survival as individuals, communities or countries, it is good, if not, it is an evil.

How can we say man has an evil nature when for all of us evil has different meaning? The fact is, the man, like any other animal only would like to survive. Then all the violence, war, crime, corruption, dishonesty, and immorality where did it come from? In the book “Seven Theories of Human Nature” B. F. Skinner, a Harvard psychology professor, believed that humans are completely programmable via classical conditioning methods. A newborn baby can be conditioned to become a doctor, lawyer, or serial killer depending on its environment.

Let me put my question in Herbert W. Armstrong’s words “Did an all-loving, all-merciful, almighty GOD deliberately plague the human race He created with an inborn nature of vanity, lust, and greed – with a heart of hostility against God, of deceit, envy, jealousy, and hatred?”. The simple logical answer is ‘No’. If man was an evil, why would God chose him to be His Messenger, His prophet on earth?

It is only man’s ability to learn, to absorb, and to find a way to survive. And it is only the circumstances, the events, faulty cultures and neighborhood’s which sometimes influence and make him do some of the things which really r evil. Even then though, I would like to quote Anne Frank “In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart”.

Thank U tata bye bye ab jaan chor do :p

Hurricane Rita.

Dad is on his way to evacuate Houston. I was trying to call but couldn’t get thru. Maybe the cell is not working on the highway or something. He wasn’t sure where he was going, at the moment he was just leaving town.

Hurricane Rita is probably going to hit on Saturday, lets just hope it doesn’t make any serious damage.

Two way roads.

*calls dad*

Me: Baba…
…
*continues*
…

Me: So! Whatcha think?
Dad: What you think?
Me: I am not decisive
Dad: I am still trying, still taking risks, life is about taking risks. If there is a bag full of good and bad apples you must take a risk to get a good one, the more risks you take the more chances you will get more good apples, but, if you stay idle for the fear of getting a bad one, you will never get a good one either.

Bewildered.

After having a long day slept at around 3:30 when the power was out already.

7:17 AM : *mobile rings, M’s call*

Me : Hello
M : Hello, sleeping?
Me : Yeah, what’s up?
M : Listen….
….
..
Me : hmmmm. Okay.
M : *continues*
Me : hmmm yeah. Hmm
M : *continues* Okay?
Me : Yes. Yeah.
M : Let me call you in a minute.
Me : Okay.

*this call lasted 5 min 27 seconds*

7:25 AM : *cell rings again*

M : *continues*
Me : Okay.

*this call was of 3 min 23 seconds*

Its 9:06 AM now, I have been restless, either walking in my room or sitting, thinking and cant seem to decide. My heart beat is little faster than usual. I am not sleepy anymore.

Matin

The only good friend I have had left in town is going Dubai tomorrow for good. Good luck dear friend.

There will be no more random calls in the middle of night or at the ‘fajr’ to ask ‘lets go for ‘nashta’’. At any random hour when I need to talk to someone there will be none; in the middle of hell hot afternoon there will be no one to challenge in snooker.

Probably Amamr Jaleel once wrote ‘one who doesn’t make new friends with time will soon be left alone’, I can’t disagree.

I was about to have my dinner when he called and told me, went to see him and than I wasn’t hungry anymore.

Okay. Yes, I am depressed.

Tagged

Usually I try my best to run un-noticed from the tagging but what the heck. Raheel and Asma tagged me.

5 years ago: Things were going fine as I planned (as with, what was within my grasp) after few month of depression that I have had. I was feeling better, confident. (only later I realized life is not the name of one finishing line, the race continues, objectives and priorities changed, things that you were proud of few years back, can now be the reasons of your embarrassment or vice versa.)

1 Year ago: Happy, afraid, disappointed, confident but confused.

5 songs I know all the words to: There is not a single one.

5 Snacks I enjoy: Can I say tea? And tea and more tea? ..what else? Tea?

5 Things I'd do w/ $100 million dollars: I could say I will spend half in charity, and the rest, I will spend and enjoy, but the truth is, I don’t know.

5 places I would run away to: If childhood was a place that would be the only place I want to run away to.

5 things I would never wear: Skin tight jeans/pants, shiny shirts, colors like bright red or yellow, shorts.

5 favorite tv shows: Star trek: The Next Generations, Star trek: The Enterprise, X-Files, are there any other shows/programs on TV?

5 greatest joys: I will pass this one.

5 favorite toys: Have non, but lets say my Cell, Digi, PC, Books.

People I'm tagging: Marium, Mahwash, My Basha, uXuf, Sid, Umema, esSJee, Madiha, Kiran, Ghazal, Shaima, Saira, Sanaa, T M

Dear Jony.

Dear Jony,

Thank you for writing, I received your message and was delighted to know you remembered me on your 100^th post. Please accept my congratulations. You see, what matter and what does not; depends on the set of rules that we define for ourselves.

Think of me like a life, you are living me and how you live me depends on you and you alone. Yes even without you I will stay here; a lot of others will enjoy me or find my shoulder to cry for, you will become faded memory in no time, but, that’s just how you see it, take a broader look, in reality, it is me who doesn’t exist without you (not you as an individual, but you as collective form of your species). I will be non-existent, unheard of without you.

I am just like a bridge between you and others like you, all of you are different and I am one of the sources that connect you and I love you all. If you abandon me that would be like, every drop saying ‘what contribution do I bring in the ocean?’ And walk away; resulting a huge gap, a desert of sand and not a drop of water.

Jony, I never claimed I know you, I do understand that there is a self-esteem and there is a dignity (also defined by your own protocols) and to protect it you may manipulate the truth or hide it completely. Sometimes, yes, I don’t understand, but sometimes, I do get a clue. The important thing is not that we lied to each other or if we were able to understand one another, but, did we strive to understand? More important thing perhaps is, we respect each other and don’t question.

Yes I am a mirror to you. Just as a human life is a mirror to mankind, where you are not the whole picture but one of the many colors that makes the whole portrait beautiful.

Have a wonderful day and take a good care of yourself and people around you.

Yours sincerely,

Mr. Blog.

Mr. Bird

In morning, when I was having a mug of tea, mom asked, ‘can you check the duct? (Used for ventilation basically). ‘Okay. But why?’ asked me, she mentioned that she have been hearing some noises from past two days and today is the third she heard something again. So well, there is a locked window cum door, when I opened it slightly; I saw these graceful, beautiful eyes looking directly in mine. (Sorry about the quality of picture it’s just around inch hole from where the picture is taken.)

I am not a bird expert but this looked like an eagle/falcon kinda bird to me. The pictures are more darker but with a naked eye it was more golden brownish – shiny, and did I use the words handsome, graceful, simply adorably beautiful.

So this gentleman was stuck there from atleast two and a half days, probably full three, it looked tired. So now the question, the poor thing will die in there, so how to get it out? The first thing was to close all the fan’s so if it fly’s it should be safe, the second was to create route for it, I closed all other doors just one door open to another room and from there to terrace.

Good, all set, but how or who gonna get it out of the duct? I wasn’t going in (yes I was bit scared :p) this was a wild and huge bird, what if it snatches my eye or something? :p it had strong claws and sharp nails – and just take a look at its beak. I was still thinking, like to throw a ‘chadar’ on it and than get it out etc. In the mean time, mom just held out this ‘danda’ there and just talked to it like we would do with any pet, and asked it to come on grab the stick, sit, and guess what – it did grab the stick with its claws, balanced itself by opening its huge wings while mom pulled it out. DANG…Errrr I was like, wow what a smart bird.

We left it in the terrace to fly off, but I guess it didn’t want to. Maybe it wasn’t wild; maybe it was more comfortable with people around it. If you open the door it was trying to come back in, I wasn’t sure what would it eat and if it eats meat or something, it would be frozen anyway, offered it some water which it didn’t drink in my presence. Later, after around half an hour or so … it did fly off.

No wonder these creatures are worth fortune, it was breathtakingly graceful and beautiful with brains and understanding.

100th Entry.

Dear Mr. Blog,

This is my 100^th entry here. So, is this an occasion? Shall we party? Or does it even matter? …

…does your existence matter? Or does mine? Or if it does, what is the purpose?

It’s been a while we are hanging along, spending time with one another, but, what good has it brought? Do you even know me? Do we really share? Do you think yesterday’s entry was really about what it was about, or an attempt to burry something totally different?

If so, isn’t it a lie? Aren’t we lying to each other? What are we hiding …why? From who?... you? What are we afraid of?

Do we really understand one another?

You should be like a mirror to me, thru you I could be seen, but does that really happen? You have become more like a single good portrait, which is beautiful perhaps, but far from reality.

Mr. Blog, why are we together? Just because once we said we will hang along? Do we really care or are we just keeping a promise we made once?

There was lot to say today Mr. Blog, but I just lost the urge, I guess we both aren’t going anywhere for now so…

Well, good bye for now Mr. Blog, see you later.

Intruder.

Just when I laid down to stretch my arms I saw him, my eyes burnt in anger, in disgust, and I forgot all about my tiredness. I stood up briskly, thinking, how on earth he came in my room? And why? Doesn’t he know I hate him? And then – our eyes met. He paused, as if he never knew I was here, as if, he was so innocent. But I wasn’t going to buy any of his BS, it was a time for a war, he was the one who broke the rules, he must pay, I thought, and guess what, he continued his jiggling as he don’t even care. My blood started to boil and I was certain what I must do, I walked out of the room…

… When I reenter my room I wasn’t empty handed, I was prepared for a war that must be fought, for a freedom, for what is mine and I can’t share, above all a war for the my dignity. I stood up on the bed to take my position and fired my first ‘spray’ of Mortein on this Big Fat Ugly Cockroach. He wasn’t ready for a sudden attack, his legs shook and he was about to fall but he was fast and smart, he tried to attack me with the advantage he had, yes, he could fly, but I was no ordinary victim. I was prepared for all his tactics, I jumped on the bed to dive, and he missed his attack by few inches, I am sure he realized it wasn’t going to easy for him.

He landed on another wall and stared at me as if, he was saying ‘Good, but can you dodge me this time?” and he jumped on me again, probably he was thinking I would dodge him again but No Baby, I opened fire, right on his nose, he wasn’t ready and he took a direct damage. He got scared, he ran, I ran after him, he jumped on curtain and went inside to seek refuge, I put my arm in & started to spray as for as long as I could and he popped out of it again, he couldn’t balance himself, he dropped on floor, I attacked again, he ran under the computer table but it was too late, where could he hide? I continued spraying under the table and finally he came out, I sprayed and sprayed some more.

He is still laying down there taking his final breaths, moving his legs every 20/30 seconds and watching my face to find any compassion but all he could see is my smirk full of disgust. Let his death be the warning for all other intruders, and, I am sure, none will try to be a hero for next year or so, even if they did, they will…. *devilish laughter*

Jism ki pyas

Follow these steps.

- Go to MSN.
- Type in 'jism ki pyas'
- Submit search.

And there, just the second most relevant page MSN brings up is a link to my Blog. This is exactly how one of the reader happen to jump on my blog.

I am sorry my friend, it was a disappointment and waste of your time, all because of me :(

Change.

I am one of those who find change, difficult to accept. Let it be my pillow, obsolete software, my mug or whatever. I am in a strange proximity with the things I own, or am close to with. I usually try to avoid change for as long as I can, and it takes ages for me to get used to of it. For as long as I remember I have been using screen resolution 800x600 while almost all the world have moved to higher resolutions. Friends and cousins have started to laugh – and softwares have denied to install on this obsolete system. Finally, after much consideration I decided to move on, and set the resolution of 1024x768, I feel alien in this world. I realized how different things have been for me and for others, as what I used to see would have been totally different for them. It’s been a day and I am still uncomfortable, woeful, may God help me to hang on.

Dawn

Dawn; from my window. Yes I am bored and have nothing better to do or, to, write.

Brands... No Brands.

When you are going to buy something buy it from the brand you trust. Even if some ‘other’ brand is offering more features in less money – DON’T buy it – you will REGRET. I am still sick (getting better though) and I just learned my lesson with a loss of RS 5k. So beware, I can very much bite.

Quote(s) of the day.

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi.

Judge Not.

Judge not lest you be judged!! – Matthew 7:1-2

It is interesting to see how often people will jump to conclude and judge you with your few lines post/comment on the vague online existence. Without ever realizing hundreds of other variables others may have in their life; or often, even if, when they themselves joke around, they will go far beyond than what they have judged.

Now why am I talking about this? When people didn’t hear prophets, philosophers, saints, and righteous people from centuries, who would listen to me? And am I not the one who judge too? Yes I do. I try to conclude they are right from where they are unless they convince me so hard to believe otherwise. And the pity, there is no point in indulging yourself into an argument; for argument, is for those who have an open mind and leniency to accept and understand. Whilst in this case, it is only a self defense.

Ain't this post, a judgement too?

Temperature.

I probably have temperature from past three days and I didn’t know. High fever due to extraordinary tonsil problems (that I had almost all my life) has made me naïve when it comes to slight temperatures. The only two things I was mentioning were: A. headache, and were asking for more tea. And B: I was feeling water is slightly colder when washing hands/face etc. Half an hour ago on Mom’s suggestion I did check and found I have around 100.6 temperature. Alas. Sigh. What next? Antibiotics again? Ohh please No :(

Other than that T.V. is fun, the local election talk shows on television are better than any comedy show you will ever watch.

Wakeup thoughts.

Yeah blame Hawking’s and all the space-time theories I was trying to digest in one day, the first thought I get when I woke up was about this science fiction concept we often see in movies or the novels – when the time stops for some character etc. And I realized no matter how fancy it seems it has too many scientific complications. Here are some of thoughts I could remember from the moment I woke up.

1. No matter if your character is using a tiny watch that stops time or this huge machine with immense power will it be able to stop all the movements of the universe? The sun should be exactly where people felt it was, other planets, other galaxies, thus the whole universe. Although, time is just the dimension which can not be stopped but to make it look like it did one will need to cease the whole universe.
   

2. Okay let’s assume time did stop or we managed to stop the whole universe, which means, photons stopped too? Ofcourse they did and if they did, they will never reach our eyes and we will not be able to see in that condition?
   

3. Forget point number 2 for now if we can’t see, but when we walk, we are walking faster than light because photons are holding their position and not moving and this is not possible in our universe, atleast not without a warp.
   

4. How will we think? Since how much our brain process also depends on time?
   

5. So basically the movements of your arms, body etc will be fast enough to go beyond speed of light and when you stop yourself or any body movement you are actually coming back from (faster than light) position to the rest. Does our body have that much energy?

Okay let’s cancel out the possibility to completely pausing the time or the universe. Let’s think about the possibilities of hyper time. Let’s say, time doesn’t stop but we move too fast, for us a second will be a day.

1. If you move too fast according to relativity theory you will stay young, for you time laps will be a lot lower than those who live in reality.
   

2. Interaction with other objects or humans will be extremely dangerous? If you touch your friend that means you will crush him? (Assuming you are moving little less than the speed of light).
   

3. Similar effect won’t be observed on you? If you are moving too fast even the air hits you dangerously. Okay let’s assume it won’t once you are in hyper time but I will still make my transitions when my body is at still position for the safety.
   

4. Since you are moving little less than the speed of light the photons will reach your eyes very slowly and you will observe the world in slow motion.
   

5. The last two points of above scenario holds true here as well.

I think I need another few hours sleep. I am not awake yet.