Tallaaaq !

yes!
tallaaaq!
let me tell u from the beginning...
wat u see below is a SUZUKI Sedan, 1000cc Car, Made in Japan, with 48 BHP engine, two front disc brakes and two rear drum brakes. Sanden Air Conditioner, and Oyrsa CNG with inflex cylinder. Keyless entry and power locks. The machine, which looks like a beauty right now, is at that current moment was registered on the name of Mohammad Talha Ghouri s/o Mohammad Asghar Khan Ghouri
this piece of machine was born in 1990, and was then shipped to Karachi. what a MANHOOS day that was. IT WAS destined to fall in my lap one day, and that atlast happened. I got into FAST, and my dad was like...ur a big boy now... wanna have a car?
arey? naikee aur poooch poooch? ZAROOOR!
a guy... who didnt have a bicycle for years after his mid-school, suddenly gets an offer to have a CAR, u cant imagine the excitement in me. Poooooorii university mein, i used to hold each guy for a minute and tell him, keh my dad is buying me a car. aur hua kia?
i fell in love with a Charade Racer, dad wasnt in town, and the moment i was about to give money to the car owner, daddy calls, "Beta, charade na lo, buy suzuki instead, it will re-sale easily"


>>>>>>>>>ZOOOOOP!<<<<<<<<<<

*SHOCK*
wtf!
i said "OK" and disconnected the line.
my friend was with me, uska bura time tha... saara ghussa us per nikla, i was at the CAR MARKET, and then started searching for a SUZUKI. i made up my mind, bhale KACHRA Mile, lekin car lunga toh AAAJ hee.
all the khybers and mehran,.. they werent appealing... i called daddy, said " daddy, i dont like suzukis dibbaas, if u want me to have a suzuki, i'll get a big car then" he was fine with it, and sent me a couple of thousands more.
and eventually out of excitement, hurry and be-waqoofi, i ended up buying THIS car, R-3750.
at the first glance it looked quite good, nice car, fresh polish, clean engine and all...
and turned out to be a disaster in the end.
MY GOD!!!!
but whatever that was...
today... whatever i AM, i am coz of that machine. Believe me you!
i lacked confidence, i lacked street smartness, i lacked fashion, i lacked everything a Karachi GUY must have in him. This car took me to places, made me meet with diff people, helped my increase my social circle, got me into everything i AM RIGHT NOW !
but aik khuwaaish reh gaye... no girl was there to sit on the front seat, lol, except bobby baji :P
for new readers, Bobby Baji is my elder sister, married with a kid mashallah! and yah.. BOBBY is the REAL name :P, loooong story. Prolly my daddy would love to blog about it :P

oh the car thing...
i am thankful to GOD, that he gave me THE car, though keh us mein har woh masla aaya, jo keh aik car mein ho sakta hey, but on the brighter side, it made me learn about the machines.
we had FUN, all the events and happenings coz of this car. Thank you daddy! and thank you mama, for keeping spare change for me, for the car's maintenance.

thank you friends, who pushed the car when it broke down, thank you ASAD SHAH, who was always thr whenver my car screwed me up.
but pasthooon movies mein hota hey na... they kill the injured horse...
my car wasnt injured, but it had cancer, it was dying, getting screwed up, kabhi yeh masla kabhi woh masla...
phir bhi i kept it working and running, but in the end... wasted all my savings and the result was ZINCH, it still used to get paralyzed on roads and give me headaches.
phir bhi i didnt kill IT :D
i gave it a divorce... though i still love her, but cant afford her, now that bitch has a new pimp.
Omar Ghazali :P
may he rest in peace with the car :P
on 19th of May, 2008, i gave up my car...
all the readers.... ur the GAWAAAH now..

mein apni gari ko talllaaaat deta hun
mein apni gari ko talllaaaat deta hun
mein apni gari ko talllaaaat deta hun

now... am looking for a new ride...
a SEXY one...
have u seen any Rollas or VICs for sale?
DO let me know!
and pray...
keh ab naye car mein, front seat per bethney wali bhi koi ho jae
=)

my garage is still vacant...
as well as the heart :P


cya!

FASTian Surpises ! v1.0

being a FASTian, your destined to face hell lota suprises in your 6 yrs of Grduating Life.
PEHLA Surprise....
yes... sab se pehle surprise toh yehi hey, keh a normal human being, cant pass out from FAST in exactly 4 yrs, under normal circumstances.
Either you have to be Dr. Zubair Shaikh's SON
or
you must be a top notch, oily faced, huge specs geek with bad mouth smell, and books hanging around in ur bag on ur shoulder,,,, to pass out from FAST 'on time'
we'll talkon this laters...
the thing which i want to write about NOW, are the surprises BOY(s) face!


Muslim/Mehran > Coaches
D-1/ C-1 / SRTC > public buses

our day starts with sleepy waiting routines at the crowded bus stops at exactly 7:00 in the morning, mind it, to be there at 7, you have to get your ARSE off the comfy bed, with Spanish quilt, chinese Ari Conditioned room, at exactly 6:15 in the morning.
Your half asleep when u brush ur teeth, and comb ur hairs. And yah... WE, FASTians are lazy ENOUGH to NOT have breakfasts or do excercise routines subah subah.

CUT-TO >
the bus arrives, and you get on the first step only to find out that the bus is OVER OVER OVER crowded to not even accomodate ur single BUTT, toh BUTT sahab, aap pooore kahan jaoge :P
obv. u'll compensate ur excercise routine by doing the monkey hanging stuff on the doors at first, and then monkey climbing on the monkey ladders to reach the BUS's roof!

and yes... am there atlast, on the roof. Half way through u'r contented that atleast u'll get to put ur BUMs on something on roof, and to ypur surprise, a whole STOCK of FRESH FISHES awaits your there.
as all the buses on the University route come from FISHERY, u have to bare it, aakhir, MACHAIREY bhi toh apne bachon ko paalainge.
You calm your self down, seeking an UN-FISHed spot and place ur butt there.
half way to UNI, on shahra-e-faisal, the TULLA stops the bus, and make you climb down and SIT inside the passenger cabin which is almost vacant by then.
and u sit DOWN. aaahhh!!!
comfy eh?

*sniff sniff*
*peekaboo*
*sniff collars*
*sniff armpits*

*acts innocent*

*thinks*
HEY! i had a shower subah subah, with the NEW CINTHOL extra LEMONY FRESH DEODRANT Soap.
and HEY, i emptied a bottle of perfume...
but why THIS "ewww" smell?
and VOILA...
u realize the seat ur ON, hides anoter WHOLE NEW STOCK of dead FISH underneath it.
YAAYY!!!!!
:D

MORE FISH!

after a herniating drive thru Quaid-a-baad, u get to FAST.
"chal bhai.... COMPOOOTER KAALIJ wala" is the name, conductors know us by.
YES!
they RECOGNIZE us, "roz toh aata hey tum... jee ardey!

now... ur staning outside the shiny PALACE, which at glance looks like an amazing place, a great Engineer producing university!

but only WE know the torture we go thru.
now... ur already smelling like a dead HERRING Fish.
and with oily sweated face, u rush to the washroom to do the "MAKE UP"
FASTian life taught me, how boys carry facewash, towels, combs, brushes and even FAIR and LOVELY with them.

Moving on to the washroom, u find a STICKER on the door
“WASHROOM UNDER SERVICE”
And the signatures below say !@#$%^&* !@#$%^ !@#$%^ !@#$%^ obviously done by FASTian students.

Running to washroom 2, u find out that all the stalls are already occupied, AND, the washbasins have QUES made, to use one by one.
U wait on and on and on and on…
And a idea blinks *HEY why not have a vee meanwhile*
And u search for an empty stall, there u got one!
That’s a surprise too, a VACANT stall/cabin at FASTian washrooms.
You place the right foot in, and before u can even think of lifting another one, a NEW surprise.
There…. ‘THE’ surprise is already there! Yes THERE! The guy who used the stall… didn’t FLUSH down his SURPRISE he’d done.
And being disgusted off, u switch to another stall. After you’ve done YOUR DEEDS, you get the biggest SURPRISE of the moment, the TAP is broken, no water. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!
And to your rescue, thrs a roll of toilet paper still hanging thr. After the business, u come out to get another surprise of the series, no water from washbasins too.

Now we are talking!

Bags left thr, u rush to washroom 3 praying keh wahan kuch paani ho, please!
And finaly u get it, THE WATER!
U do the makeup, do ur hairs, and then come back for your bag, and yah,its not there anymore.
U send a search team for it, and ur friend calls “abey schon per para hey bag tera”
Shukaaaaaaar…. Bag toh mila..
BUT…. Bag keh ander ka sab ghayab. 900 rs calculator, 300 rs Multimetre, 200 rs soldering iron, 50 rs soldering flux, 100 rs ICs and LEDs.
Yah!
Now this is the FASTian taste of life.
I'd have written MORE, but ‘SHE’ is online, and my fingers are hurting already!
I’ll say a HI to her now…
Till the next post on FASTian surprises, keep on commeting
:)