Height of insanity.

I have touched the height of insanity. I have started to see fellow bloggers in the dreams. Somebody find me a psychiatrist.

Quote of the day.

“What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.”

Albert Pike.

I hate myself.

At around 10:30 this morning when I had to stop on the traffic signal, this old guy reached me and asked for a lift. The auto response of my senses was “No” with a shake of my head, as 99% of the time people reaching you at the signals are the beggars. And because of the law and order situation I am never comfortable giving anyone a lift either.

He stepped off.

I looked at him moving off and realized he was just an old man. While I was still in the dilemma to ask him, to come back, or let go, signal went green and he moved a bit too far too. I moved on – trying to find him in the back mirror. Miserably hating myself and asking, if need be, why would anyone help me when I couldn’t (didn’t) help others? That too at the cost of nothing, when all I had to do was say “Yes” – or wouldn’t God ask why I seek refuge now when I didn’t help His creatures?

Quote(s) of the day.

“The best way to make your dreams come true is – to wakeup!!”

Anonymous



“Circumstances are beyond human control, but our conduct is in our power.”

Benjamin Disraeli  



“Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.”

Voltaire

Mehndhi/Henna designs.

Any female readers of my blog willing to volunteer to apply mehndi/henna on my mom’s hands? She’s going to attend this wedding today and she wants me to make some designs with Henna, on her hands. I told her I will only end up making few random lines that won’t make any sense.

Alas. She will probably go without Henna on her hands.

IIS is not running ASP.Net version 1.1.

Like always I was up last night and bored, and out of no where I thought lets check ASP.Net, since it’s been more then a year when I even saw its face in development environment. So I enabled IIS’s service, opened up the development environment of Visual Studio.Net 2003 and when I tried to create a new ASP project; BANG, comes an error message “Visual Studio.Net has detected that the specified Web Server is not Running ASP.Net version 1.1.”. WTF.

When you start something again after a long time, and you know your skills are rusted like an old car, the first impression you get of yourself is “I am doing something wrong”. I tried to check the things in my mind what could possibly be the problem? If I have framework version 1.1. installed in my machine why doesn’t IIS have ASP.Net 1.1? So maybe when I was installing it back then I chose not to or ignored? In any case I reinstalled framework 1.1. but the error remained the same.

Whatever reason it had been but it turned out that my IIS server was still using ASP.Net version 1.0. Just to check I created a manual test project in IIS and configured it to use ASP.Net ver 1.1. and then link it to Visual Studio.Net 2003 but this attempt failed as well. So the only way was I needed to update IIS and its script maps, that I didn’t know how to. I searched the net and it turned out I only needed to run aspnet_regiis.exe file with –r switch.

Ahh well, if any of you ever face a similar problem the file aspnet_regiis.exe is located in “DRIVE:\WINDOWS\Microsoft.Net\Framework\v1.1.4322\” (v1.0.3705 for version 1.0) And if you want to check what ASP.Net version your IIS server is configured to use you can follow the instruction bellow. (I am so nice I took some screen shots for you people, okay okay I am not nice, I was just bored and needed to kill some time.)






Open IIS Admin, right click on any of your web portal and click properties.













In portal’s properties window, go to directory tab and click configuration.










Select .aspx (if there is no .aspx your IIS server is not configured to use ASP.Net) and click edit.








Here, you can see what version it is, v1.1.4322 is version 1.1 and if its v1.0.3705, its version 1.0.




Okay so, today’s tutorial ends here, and since its almost 11 in the morning, I will go sleep now.

Happy Birthday Dear Friend.

Words fail; and you don’t have gesture to express your wishes. But no matter how difficult, rather impossible it is to express your true wishes, what alternative do we have? In the end, we are left with those simple words again, which can not hold the immense trueness which was meant to convey; and a hope, that you may, will comprehend, how deeply and truly I meant what I say.

On this very day I wish God will advert His sense of aesthetics towards you and adorn you like asphodel, make you luminous in beauty and speech; so that others may benefit from your atticism, exhorted words and amiable self. And your inner incandescent may help you find a way out when you find yourself intent in the darkest days of life.

I wish that you may never abnegate when dealing with fate, luck or difficult people and it may not take long before success surrenders in your feet. You may not fall into decoy or disquiet rather ameliorate; and you live a blissful life.

And I wish you beauty; beauty of soul and skin. Kind of beauty that makes all other flora callow when you glow, make them feeble. Praises become inevitable, beauty that makes you laudable, loveable. Gorgeous lineaments; view of which may give riddance from the prison of tormented. An utter joy – just by looking at you. Venerate – in the eyes of the beholder.

This is not an attempt to versify, but exertion just to tell you this:

Happy Birthday.

Have a wonderful day and joyful life ahead.

Walking on the side road.

Walking on the side road I often feel the world around me is much faster in their pace. High speed vehicles and jam packed roads; either my mind doesn’t fit in or they are in a different frame of reference. Not only the physical velocity is different but the expressions on the faces. Out of blue, sometimes, I find some lonely expressions too; perhaps the time I feel I am not alone. There are other alike.

Its not that I never tried to catch up, I often run hard, so hard, and for some brief time I am one of them but it doesn’t take too long to realize I am too exhausted. I can’t run anymore. I fell of with broken breath, uneven heart beat and my lonely gazes trying to find those, who were with me, for a moment. But they are long gone.

Confused.

And the life fails; one way or the other. Death occurs; sooner or later.

What is success? Or failure? Even if it is something metaphysical what good will it bring when the existence itself is temporary. Something – that will fade away. Or if it does have its own colors and attributes that you can touch and feel in your own way wouldn’t the question will still remains the same?

It is something like a recursive loop in life to keep us busy, dream – try – success – dream – try – failure – dream – try – success; until you are finished, what then? The unimportance of the success is also evident when you fail; life goes on, you just lost some of the time as you were kept busy in the loop; and the new loop starts.

The good thing about jogging.

The good thing about jogging is there comes a point when your mind is totally empty. There is no thought, there is no concern, there is no memory; you are just running – and running.

Possessed by Google Adscene.

Google has taken over my Blog too as it always does to other web sites, Orkut and Blogger are two examples. Big fish always eats the small one. I am possessed by Google’s offers and I have started to believe it will make me rich (Okay that was a joke :p). But here is a long term planning I did, lets assume I earn $10 a month, that’s $120 a year and $3600 after 30 years. So why let go $3600 when I retire? I will cash my money then and I have 30 years to decide what I want to do with it.

Protective Parent.

My mom is very protective kind; back in school when I was pre-teen to mid teens I almost never got permission to go to school picnics, when they used to go to beaches and lakes etc. and then, I used to think, when I am grown old and have my own kids, I wont stop them and let them have all the fun they can, with fellow pupils.

Yesterday, when my Aunt told me my cousin (6th grader, 10 years old) will be going to sands pit for a camp fire arranged by his school I bombarded her with ten fifteen quick questions, filled with worst possible scenarios what could happen. Who is going to take care of him? And all the “what if’s?” And he is only my cousin. I am not going to be a parent any time soon, that I know for sure, but I have serious doubts if I will be able to keep the promise that once I made to myself. I am still hugely in favor of to let kids go and enjoy, brighten their horizons, but, not at the risk of their safety. I think, I will be a protective parent too.

Pizza.

So who said I can’t make a delicious Prawn Pizza? I can not only make one that is deliciously edible but, one that is equally good looking. And I am thinking to be a little generous and tell you guys my secret recipe. Ahh well, first you might want to take a look at my pizza. (Please pardon the ‘thing’ in which my sweet pizza is placed, that was the only thing I could find)



Anyway, so you want to make a pizza like this? Get your pencils before you read on, you won’t find such a secret elsewhere.

Step 1. Go to your nearest general/super store.
Step 2. Buy a ‘Food Mart’s’ pizza.
Step 3. Place the pizza in already hot oven for 15 min (200 degrees)
Step 4. Use the grill for a min or two.
Step 5. Take a pic before you serve.

See, that simple! So when are you going to try it out?

PS: Ahh well, yes, you guessed it right, technically I am bored and have nothing else to do.

Who they really are?

Just now, I was reading a blog of someone I know online. Not that I know this person very well but we have chatted various times from past year or two. And I was wondering how different people are in their chats and on their blogs; and perhaps in their real lives.  This raised another question, who they really are? The one I know on chat, or the one on the blog? Or perhaps neither, they are different in real life too? And this raised another question as well. That is, if I stand on the same road too? Am I different for the people who know me here and there?

To every woman who's worth a lot

Saw this on one of the discussion boards I go to, posted by Azad. I searched for it to find the original author but couldn’t, at various places it says author unknown. Anyway, it is worth a read.



In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question......

"What kind of man are you looking for?"

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking. "Do you really want to know?"

Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."

She began to expound... As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more." I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life.

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man. I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself." When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.

He said, "You're asking a lot."

She replied, "I'm worth a lot."

Accessories Malfunction Ranting Blog.

I guess soon I will need to start another blog about the things that stop working for me. As they do that quite often.

Yes you guessed it right, its my switch this time and I had to move to another room with my PC and I am sitting on floor here in order to use the net (yes I am addicted).  Anyway, lets see, my cable provider promised he will replace it tomorrow.

Quote of the day.

"Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are."

Jose Saramago.

Random Notes.

• It’s funny that whenever you need something it will stop working. For example I will always find my A.C. not working when the summer starts – or like today, just before the winter is approaching I found my geyser had a leak.

• Not having basic knowledge about various things can be so annoying at times. Yesterday when I went at friends place my khatara (car) wouldn’t start, it was taking self but to no avail. I left it there for the night, today when I went there with a mechanic, he asked me to give it a self, I did, he said “Okay hold on”. He grabbed this little wire (which apparently had slipped out of somewhere) and placed it where it belonged. 10 seconds I tell ya… just 10 seconds and that is all what was needed.

• Khurram had an accident today, his shoulder bone misplaced from the joint. Three weeks bed rest with arm and shoulder wrapped up in bandages on his chest, and is allowed no movement. Hope he gets well soon.

• I never thought I will be this much disliked among some, that they will explicitly say they don’t want to be there where I will be – so I backed off. If I am loveable for some, I am equally hateable for others.

• It’s often difficult to communicate with your folks. I usually end up with almost no speech at all.

• The things I am worried about are still un-resolved. So yes, apparently that means I will still be worried.

I will be rich soon.

I will be rich soon and difficult to reach. If there is something you need write it in my comments and I will make sure you get it, and please, from now on take your appointments before trying to contact me.

Ohh by the way, here is a proof. (There were hundreds of spelling mistakes which my MS Word took care of)



FROM : AMOUSSOU ANDRE,
CREDIT OFFICER
TRUST FINACIAL COMPANY
c/176 SCOA GBETO COTONOU
REP.DU BENIN

Dear  Sir/,

Please do not be surpprise on the way i got your contact, because i got it through chamber of commerce during my earlier search with whom could be entrusted on and to handle this transaction with fear of God.

First Let me start by introducing myself properly to you.I am AMOUSSOU ANDRE, Credit officer TRUST FINACIAL COMPANY here in cotonou.I beleive that you will not betrayed me at last with the trust I intend putting on you now.
                
                 THE PROPOSITION

A foreigner,a Libyian,Late Engr.MAHMUD ALI IBRAHIM (snr)An iron steel company chairman with the Federal Government here in Benin untill his death some years ago in the Kenya Air Craft,Deposited with us  some amount of money worth US$14,000,000 (Fourteen million United States Dollars),the company now expects a next of kin as
beneficiary of this money and Valuable efforts are being made by TRUST FINACIAL COMPANY to get in touch with any of the MAHMUD ALI'S family or relatives but to no avail.

It is because of the perceived possibility of not being able to locate any of Late Engr MAHMUD ALI IBRAHIM (snr)'s next of kin (he had no wife or children that is known to us).The management under the influence of our chairman and members of the board of directors, have made arrangements for the fund to be declared "Unclaimed” and subsequently be used to import ammunitions into our country.

However, In order to avert this negative development, some of my trusted colleagues and
I, now seek your permission to have you stand as next of kin to late Engr MAHMUD ALI IBRAHIM (snr) so that the fund US$14,000,000 will be released and transfered into your account as the beneficiary. All documents and proofs to enable you get this fund has been carefully worked out. We have secured from the probate an order of mandamus
to locate any of the deceased beneficiaries, and more so, we are assuring you that this business is 100% risk free involvement. Your share remains while the rest will be for myself and my colleagues for investment purposes anywhere according to agreement between we and your goodself.

So as soon as we receive an acknowledgement of the receipt of this our mutual business proposal from you, we would furnish you with the necessary disbursement ratio to suite both parties.

If this proposal is acceptable by you, do not hesitate to contact me through my private e-mail amou_andre03@yahoo.fr

Looking forward to your urgent response.

Best regards,

Amoussou Andre,

Credit Officer.

Trustworthy Computers.

So there was a power surge that caused my computer to restart, and when it did, my bookmarks were gone. That included many entry point/sign in addresses of the different blogs/boards I go to and a lot of blog addresses that are not yet listed in my blog.

Errrrr...

Edit: And I just noticed, Blogger’s plug in is missing from my MS Word too *mad*

Just when

Just when you setup your email blogging, so that, if
ever needed, you can email from your cell and write
here, the next thing happens to you is your net stops
working.

So hello there everyone, here is a first mobile post.

Email Blogging.

Let's see if works. Here is an attempt to post here
via email, incase, if needed, i can post from my cell.

Cycle of my life??

Dreams… Hope… Failure… Darkness…Dreams… Hope… Success… Happiness… Hope… Failure… Darkness… Dreams… Hope… Failure… Darkness…

Dreams Hope Dreams Hope
Failure Failure Failure Failure
Darkness Darkness Darkness Darkness
Hope
Failure
Hope
Darkness
Darkness
Darkness….


Where are my hopes and dreams?

Quote(s) of the day.

“The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.”

Paul Valery.

“It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.”

Dale Carnegie.

“Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn’t the dream destroy reality.”

George Moore.

Intruders continued.

If you remember around two months back there was an intruder in my room, this time there was one in my washroom. And this, my dear friends, was bigger, smarter and uglier *yukh*.

I knew it was beyond my abilities to fight this creature alone so I allied with a fellow brave warrior (my dear mom) …ohh okay, well, not so brave :p. So we teamed up, made a plan, set up the logistics and weapons (wiper, ‘jharo’, sticks, mortein sprays, etc) and initiated an attack. There were a lot of screams, jumping, running and what not, but after an hour’s struggle we were finally able to threw it out of our territory *hurraaayyyyyy*

Here is a picture of our enemy before the war started.

Kiran's Tag.

Kiran tagged.

Here is what you need to do, go to Google and write "Your_name needs" (i.e. "Atif needs") and paste the freeky results :p some of the results are hilarious.

Atif needs to stop this cat fight. Enough is enough.

Atif needs urgent hospitalization.

Atif needs good music to his service.

Atif needs your help.

Atif needs to stop listening to his stylist.

Atif needs improving on vocal scales.

I think Atif needs a friend like Me.

Atif needs NO change!!

Atif needs to improve His acting skills.

Atif need to race one more time.

I tag:

Marium
My Basha
uXuf
Sid
Raheel
bakpakchik
Ghazal
S.G.
Umema
Raj
half
Asma

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.