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…………….. I just couldn’t keep on running anymore.
Meh!!! who gives a f**k anyway??!!
I’ll get over it.
Abida Parveen, she is definitely the best
This dude aint no quitter!!!!!!!!! 
P.s:- It’s cool if you don’t have a taste for Abida’s particular brand of music. 
I wanna jump up and down (Thats the only dance I know ), on some crazy bollywood dance number. But can’t do that for a coupla reasons. Its Muharram and although I do not belong to the ehl-e-tasheeh, but still this month requires respect and sobriety. I do not have any crazy bollywood dance numbers on my PC, had to format everything courtesy a virus kit I downloaded to find out the inner workings of everyday generic viruses, the A** hole developer put in a back door and started infecting everything! :$ A really rubbish thing to do, but hey anything for learning. It wasn’t all bad though, at least now I know how to make a computer virus and put my own back door in if ever I feel so inclined!
Wow, guess who is in a chatty mood today? lolz I started with dancing and ended with a brief lecture on computer viruses.nice……..
And oh.. Happy New Year Y’all!!!!!!! :D
More tonight!
When there’s electricity, there’s no gas. And when there’s gas there’s no electricity. But hey at least we are not getting bombed, right? wrong!!!! An army operation is underway barely at a distance of 15 mins from my home, in jamrud Khyber Agency. What a wonder full world we live in…………..
Sometimes when I am in a thinking mood, I have visions of myself dead, my corpse bullet ridden or converted to smithereens in a suicide bomb blast. All thoughts of my future, the things I still haven’t done, the achievements without my name written on them, forgotten. The only questions that come to mind are, how will my parents cope?? My mom, she isn’t very good at the notion of me not being around. Whenever I have to go out of town, she calls me 4,5 times a day. And heavens forbid, If my cell phone doesn’t respond, She panics.
My dad, like all dads is strict on the outside and really sweet inside, how will he cope??? who will he reprimend on driving carelessly?? at annoying my sisters?? at not getting good enough grades?? at getting up late??
Welcome to hell…… my hell……. our hell.
Real and authentic love in the romantic sense, and not merely sexual attraction, is a form of grace and a gift from Heaven. It rips through our soul like a powerful hurricane, uprooting our usual attachments and habits. It yanks the roots of our soul from the soil of complacency and self-centeredness. It causes joy as well as pain, ecstasy as well as longing. It detaches the soul from other entanglements and attaches it to the object of one’s love, even overcoming the mind’s scattered thoughts and concentrating the mind on that single object. Something of the absoluteness of the love for God becomes reflected in such a human love that requires utter selflessness and unlimited giving. Such a love, if authentic, does not diminish if the beloved becomes less beautiful outwardly and loses his or her external attractiveness because the object of that love is the person and not his or her attributes, which may be pleasing to the lover at one moment and not so later on. That is why authentic romantic love grows rather than diminishes as time goes on. Such a love is a gift from God to His creatures, whom He created in pairs, as the Qur’an asserts, and this love cannot in the deepest sense be separated from the love for God and God’s love for us.
- Page 65, “The Spiritual Significance of Human Love,” in The Garden of Truth, by Seyyed Hossein Nasr .
The above excerpt was taken from here .
All time–All space–is mine. The Collective memory of the whole human race is beside me, sitting in this cave–my brain. And if I join the mad in claiming this, so be it. I am mad.
Dr Carl Jung in pilgrim
I had been interviewed by the Pakistani Spectator recently. You can read it here .
And now i’ll go and LMAO.
Me ?? getting interviewd?? hahahaha…………….. Enjoy.
Ok I have been tagged by siras to do a post about the year 2008. This is my first ever tag so I am kinda excited, here goes nothing. :)
* Became a Senior at uni.
* Wrote a few novellas and short stories.
*Took up blogging,dropped it after a month and now I have started again.
*Drove from Peshawar to Islamabad to Lahore and back in less than 24 hours for the first time in my life.
*Did my first ever internship at “save the children” . Got a certificate and 5000 Rs, All of which were spent in a single day giving treats! 
*Worked at the local camp for displaced people from Bajour.I Helped in making wooden toilet cubicles.
*Donated blood twice.
*Was asked to leave the class room for the first time ever in my entire academic life when an argument in Pak Studies class got out of hand.
* Was made assistant editor of the university magazine “FAST Forum”.
*Dropped a course for the first time.
*Helped organize “FAST-age” mega drama Festival (which was a huge success) .
*Participated in the LUMS olympiad.
*Learned Adobe photoshop, ASP.NET, Maya and Dreamweaver.
*Saved 10,000 Rs for buying a new cell phone but at the end i couldn’t wait any longer and squandered all of it.
*Opened a bank account in my own name for the first time, though what’s inside it was loaned by dad with the understanding that it was not going to be touched or paid back!
*Converted the ownership of my cell no to my own name. it was previously in my dad’s name.
*Discovered a few new authors (new to me)
Sher Shah (The Project)
Bapsi Sidhwa (The crow eaters)
Cheryl Benard (Murder In Peshawar)
Muhammad Hanif ( A Case Of Exploding Mangoes)
Umaira Ahmad ( Peer-e-kamil, La Haasil)
Timothy Findley (Pilgrim)
*Read some books by my all time favorite authors.
Mohsin Hamid (The reluctant fundamentalist)
Jefferey Archer ( Cat’o'nine tales)
John Grisham (Playing for pizza)
Khalid houseini ( A thousand splendid suns)
*Watched a lot of new movies, some of my favorites were:-
Birds Of America (Extremly twisted, Hillariously funny)
Once (An independent british movie about two struggling musicians)
The Dark Knight
How to lose friends and alienate people ( The book was better in my opinion)
Good Time Max ( An independent movie)
Two days in Paris
The Battle in Seatle
Sun Of Rambow (Cute)
Smart People
The Whackness.
………….
Thats about it i guess. and oh any one reading this post who WANTS to be tagged should consider his/her self tagged
A Man wearing a Traditional Afghan Pakol.
I bought Myself a Pakol today. For those of you not familiar with Pashto, its the Hat worn by the man in the picture. Its traditional for Pathan men from Afganistan and N.W.F.P to wear a Pakol. But it was given global fame by a man who was not a pathan. Ahmad shah Masoud a.k.a ” The Lion of panjsher”. He was an Afghan war lord of great power and ingenuity, who famously wore a Pakol at all times.
Coming back to the topic. My old Pakol had become a bit shabby from being kept at the bottom of my cupboard, so i decided to buy a new one. Pakols are readily available at any bazaar in peshawar. But I prefer a maker in the old city portion. Getting there is a real pain in the ass though, you have to walk through ditches ever filled with sewerage water, jump over street merchants, selling their wares from earth mats. Dodge around rikshaas and duck whenever you come face to face with openly hanging electric wires–catastrophes just waiting to happen!
But When finally you get to the “khan Azam Pakol and Lungi house” the hurdles along the way become just minor inconveniences (which is in fact exactly what they are! ) . The sons of Mr Khan Azam greet you like a king, They fuss over you, offer you qehwa, make a few jokes at the expanse of the rival hat maker across the street. After a good 10,15 minutes when u’ve consumed at least 2 cups of qehwa, do they come to the point.
First of all one of them complements the structure of your head, in my case it was ” wah wah janaab kia sardaron wala sar hai aapka, Bara aur gol!!!” Which makes one feel like someone with Down syndrome. Then they take measurements of your head from various angles. After That they ask you to chose colour and fabric, I chose gray and synthetic wool ( As the thought of natural wool on my head was kinda nauseating to be honest! ). once thats done they roll out a Pakol made just for you! You place it on your head, pay them (an Arm and a Leg) and walk off in the glorious sun set…………
Something resembling my Pakol
Today I was “lucky” enough to be asked to escort my mom and khala to the bazaar. My duty was to follow them looking like a lost and hurt puppy and occasionally pinch myself to make sure that I was still alive. I wont mention carrying the dozens of lead filled shopping bags as that is something i really enjoy doing!
Anyway really tired rite now,gotta get some sleep. More tonight!
Ok by now some of you might’ve guessed (or not) that I have a deep rooted fondness for Sufiana Kalam sung well. Well today i came across something at supersizeme’s blog that I absolutely had to post. Suniye aur sar dhuniye!
